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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years

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Just imagine reader buying a fuck machine to get off because she a horny pregnant woman but it ends up breaking cause she kept using it all day . Till the point she gots and jumps on Cherry’s thigh and keeps going till she cums and while that was happing Cherry couldn’t help but stair at her breast bouncing every time she move cause their so big because of the milk. Next thing you know Cherry rips off her clothes and goes to town and he can’t helps but drink some of her milk causing both of them to develop a new kink and all while this is happening Cherry takes his phone and records a video so Robert can see when he gets home or he sends it to him while he’s in prison

l love your deviant little mind! 😈

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Summary: The lust becomes too much

Pairings: Cherry Pop (Destroyer!Chris) X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content smut, pregnancy, toy play, sex machine, thigh riding, lactation kink, recording sex, multiple orgasms, implied PIV sex, cockwarming, watching porn, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.4K

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Cherry knew there was something wrong. He knew every morning you woke up, stomped around the house, and almost scowled at him. Hard and deliberate movements, and anytime he got to close your teeth would clench, and your face would turn away from him. One day it was you that got too close, giving him a quick smell of his neck, and then lurching away from him. When he gave you a quick little chuckle, it only infuriated you more.

“Baby Girl, what’s wrong?” he asked with true concern, but then he touched your knee.

“Nothing! You should go. Don’t you have work to do?” your voice short when you push his hand off of you.

“Robert doesn’t like leaving you alone too often. Just tell me what’s bothering you. I can help,” he comes closer, putting his hand on your shoulder this time, giving the area a little squeeze.

“Robert is in prison, and nothing is wrong. Just go.”

Cherry leaves confused, and hurt that you wouldn’t tell him what was wrong. But you just can’t be around him. You know how he feels when he’s stretching your walls out. Knows the way his mouth tastes of tobacco and spearmint. And when he does random things around the house for you, and he makes those small grunts, it reminds you of how he sounds when he’s pumping deep into your cunt, and it drives you absolutely insane that you’re hornier than you’ve ever been, and you can’t do anything about it but play with the stupid toys that Robert supplied in ample amounts. The one thing you haven’t played with is one of Robert’s favorites, the sex machine.

You struggle to set the dumb rig up; this was always something Robert took pride in. Always getting it in the right angle and everything. Setting it up might have been difficult, but you got it. Setting up the camera, because you know it’ll make your Sir feral, you settle down. Giving a quick little wink to the camera, rubbing along your swollen belly. Placing his favorite dildo in his cunt, letting the machine fuck you.

Arching you back, you pinch your sensitive nipples. Keening with how good it feels, and even though you get off, it’s not enough. You continue letting that machine fuck you, screaming out, and even then, it’s still not enough. Adjusting the dildo, and the angle, nope. Nothing. You’re insatiable, to the point the machine starts slowing down, bogged down from all its exertion, standing up, you scream. Hitting the stupid thing.

Cherry walks in when he hears you screaming and cussing at the toy. Running into the bedroom, he stares at your naked self, frustrated and cussing. And he has the AUDASCITY to smirk! Laughing at the position he caught you in. “What the hell is your problem?” you ask him, panting.

“I’m sorry, but...is that what your deal has been?” cocking up an eyebrow you stare at him questioningly. “Are you sexually frustrated Baby Girl? Missing Freezy, and you got an itch that you can’t scratch?”

You pout, sitting on the bed, and wrap your robe around you. Only realizing how exposed you are. Not that it isn’t anything Cherry hasn’t seen. Feeling sorry for you, he sits down on the bed. “I’m sorry that was insensitive. What is the problem?”

“I’m fucking horny all the fucking time, and these stupid things,” you give the machine a little kick, “...just aren’t the same. I don’t have someone to hold onto me, while they say the filthiest thing in my ear, claiming my pussy as their own,” you actually cry. Tears falling down your face, and Cherry wraps an arm around you, holding you close him. Smelling that intoxicating smell. “I just miss him, and I miss being held, and miss being fucked properly.”

That’s when it hits you. Cherry being so damn close, and understanding, he’s right there. He doesn’t have to actually fuck you. But he can hold you while you get off. Shrugging off his arm, you stand in front of him, pushing the robe off your body. Instinctively he rubs along your stomach, before his hand drops, “What’re you doing, Baby Girl?” his damn legs are always spread, so it’s easy to straddle one of his thighs. The roughness of his blue jeans already creating a rough touch to your clit. You roll your hips on him, watching a trail of your slick coat the denim, before looking up at him. “What...what are you doing?”

“Cherry, I’m so tired of being alone,” you roll your hips again, and even though you’re the one feeling delightful friction, his eyes flutter shut. “This should be enough. Can’t I just...?” quickly he nods his head, while you ride his thigh.

Cherry can’t tear his eyes off of your swollen body, most notably your stretched tits. With every move you make on his thigh, they bounce even more. He’s always been more partial to your chest over everything, but now, there’s a dark lust with how tight, and already full of milk they are. Leaning forward he attaches his lips to your swollen bud. Watching you ride out your impending high. Kitten licking the pebbled peak before completely sucking on your sensitive nipple. You grab tighter to Cherry. Your fingers digging into his back. When the first bit of milk breaks through, his eyes roll back at how amazing it tastes and feels.

Looking back up at you, he knows you felt it too. Gliding your hands up to his head you hold him tighter to your chest. His hands grip roughly to your hips, and he forces you to grind down harder on his thigh. You pant over him, feeling the heat buildup in your tummy. “Cherry...” you moan, bearing down on his thick leg. Soaking him when the electricity of your orgasm crashing through you. You slow down, smiling down at Cherry who still sucks on your breast. Bringing his phone up, he turns to the side pulling off just to smile at the camera. Your engorged nipple surrounded with beads of milk, “How was that Baby Girl?”

“How long has that been on?”

“Awhile. Needed something to remember this by. Doubt it happens again,” you laugh, turning back to see the red light on the camera still glowing. “How long has that been on?”

“Since the machine was fucking me.”

“You really are his Pretty Girl, aren’t you?”

Your fingers pet along his scruff, “Your Baby Girl, too,” you lean down to give him a soft kiss to the lips. “Fuck me.”

“I can’t.”

“I need it. That wasn’t enough. It’s never enough. Please, just...” he twists you on the bed, and you shuffle back further, eyes never leaving him.

“We’re leaving the camera on. That way Robert can watch it later.”

“It can’t be our secret?”

Cherry shakes his head no, stripping off his clothes slowly. Crawling on the bed over your body, “He’ll like that we included him, Baby Girl.”

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“You fucking drank from her tits?” Robert asks watching the video. “My Pretty Girl, you sucked on her fucking tits so hard, you drank from her? Pretty Girl, watch your body. You fucking loved that shit, didn’t you?” you smile giving him a nod. You had been cockwarming him the whole time these two deviants watched the home porn. “My perfect little filthy slut. How did my cunt feel when she was pregnant Cherry boy?”

“Uh..well, um...”

“You better tell me the fucking truth, you lying is what’s pissing me off.”

“It was amazing. She was extra sensitive.”

“That’s it. Another baby is getting fucked into my pussy. No arguing from either one of you, I don’t even care who the fucking father is.”

“Robert, you're not fucking a baby into me just for amazing sex.”

Robert seethes looking at you, “Pretty Girl, we’ve already talked about this. I want to be a part of that process. Amazing sex is just a bonus. Now Cherry, let’s see that video on your phone,” he hums, his hand sliding down to press against your swollen clit. “And when we’re done, we’re getting started on fucking my pussy full of cum. You want that don’t you? Our filthy cumslut.”

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 4

Summary: Robert tells you his rules

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

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

Word Count: 3.3k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the fuck?” The man calls.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 5

Summary: Robert shows you just how much he’s into frozen treats, and you discover what it is that he does.

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, Smut, Praise kink, bomb pop kink (when it’s Mr. Freezy, it’s a thing), licking, oral sex (F&M receiving), fingering, ice cream sundae kink, sharing, eating ice cream off body parts, possessiveness, degradation, implied PIV sex, sub/dom dynamics 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.5k

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Week’s pass and you continue your new life with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge. Another incident of misbehavior doesn’t happen. He’ll impatiently tsk you if you start toeing the line of not following the rules, and wanting his approval and praise more than ever you correct yourself. And you love taking care of him, and he rewards you with the most delicious orgasms while he fucks into you with such fervor and need.

Taking a nap on the couch you’re awoken by the rustling of paper, and the low moaning of Robert. He sits on the coffee table, leaning over towards you as he opens up the red, white, and blue bomb pop. Slowly his fingers peel down the paper, watching your eyes fill with the lust as your pupils over take your eyes. “What’s the matter Pretty Girl? Jus’ having a snack.” he whispers while licking his lips. His tongue that works you so well makes you writhe around, wanting him to touch you so bad. “Undress yourself.” Robert’s voice commanding while the bomb pop enters his mouth.

Not moving fast enough an evil sneer appears on his face, “Perhaps I need to remind you of your place. Whose dirty little slut, are you?” “Yours, Sir.” “Then undress yourself, or you’ll suffer the consequences.” Quickly you begin removing your suburban housewife clothing. The soft pastel shades that match perfectly to the ice cream he keeps stocked in the truck. The truck that he’s refused to let you go in. You know there’s more to that truck than what he claims, but you would never do anything that would upset your Sir. With every article of clothing that comes of your skin the swelling in his pants get bigger.

His mouth continues to suck on the bomb pop watching you intently. Once completely naked before him, his hand manipulates your body on the couch; feet in the floor, ass as the edge of the cushion, and his hand presses against the swell of your breast, cupping it and pinching your nipple, all the while pushing you to lean back on the back of the couch.

Kneeling in the floor, he spreads your thighs, securely planting himself center of your waiting core, but denies the touch. “Please, Sir.” your voice a whimpering mess but he only tsks your whining. Bringing the bomb pop to your body he trails the frozen treat over your heated skin. Watching as it melts on contact. Sticky trails of the confection drip down your curves. Goosebumps raise along your skin with the chill that the popsicle creates.

The red dye coats your nipples when he circles the bomb pop around your pebbled peaks. His bright blue eyes that are one of your favorite features of his, the eyes that only he allows you to fully gaze upon, studies your every movement to the way he moves the dessert over your body. Bringing the melted popsicle up to your mouth, the most mischievous grin flashes across his face, “Show me how you can suck my cock. And don’t stop until it’s gone.” You grab up the wilted ice cream, using the pitiful sized stick to turn him on even more, while his tongue licks up the sticky mess on your body. Humming at the taste of the sickeningly sweet pop mixed with your flavor. Lips attaching to your body while he gives certain areas more attention, causing reddened bruises to appear on your body. Marking you as his Pretty Girl, as his perfect little slut. His eyes never leave your face, watching the care you take in sucking on the treat. Leaning his body forward he fully sinks himself down to where you had been wanting him. “Holy shit!” he exclaims after the first swipe of his tongue through your folds. “My dirty little slut loved me teasing her, didn’t she?” Still sucking on the slowly dwindling bomb pop you nod, not daring to stop. “You’ve made a mess on the couch, Pretty Girl. We’ve got company coming later. You think he’ll mind sitting here? He better fucking not. I’ll shove his face in your mess and make him taste how wet I make her.” You hum at his filthy words to you. “Would you like him tasting your fucking mess?” Slowly he enters three fingers in your slicked up channel. Loving the stretch over his fingers. He loves trying to stretch you beyond your limits, mixing a bit of pain in your pleasure. Always assuring yourself that you can take it. “God you’re such a whore. My whore. Feel ‘er flutter around my fingers when I talk dirty to you.” Finally, you finish the pop, holding tightly to the remaining wooden stick, “Love it when you talk dirty to me.” “I know you do.” Curling his fingers, he rubs over your g spot. “You love it because you’re my dirty little slut. Going to have sundaes later for dessert. You won’t mind letting company have some of our sundaes, would you?”

You have no idea who he’s talking about, or why you should care if they eat sundaes at the house, but you nod. “Yes. Gonna eat sundaes for dessert. Fuck…don’t stop. I’m…right…” your voice trails off as he ruthlessly pumps his thick fingers in you, issuing a toe-curling orgasm. Pulling him up your body to kiss him. His tongue immediately enters your mouth, and you lick up the remaining flavor of yourself mixed with the frozen treat.

“Your turn.” You tell him, setting him down on the couch. Your naked body walks into the kitchen, returning with a can of whipped cream. Robert’s hand already wrapped tightly around his cock, pumping it slowly in his fist.

“Mmm…” his humming is so low; you moan with the vibrations. Squeezing out a swirl of whipped cream on his tongue, and smiling at him eating the cream, you plant yourself in between his thighs, kneeling before your Sir, wanting him good and relaxed so you can ask him more about what it is he does.

Bending the nozzle, you squirt out a stripe up his length. Your tongue licking up the sweet cream while your eyes watch him. His hands push back your hair as you continue to kiss and lick up his member. “Sir?”

“Yes, Pretty Girl?” his voice so heavy with his lust, you can tell he wants you to fully take his cock into your mouth, but you need answers first.

“Am I your good girl?” he nods his head in agreement, his fingers tangle in your hair as he tries forcing you on his cock. “I want to fully be a part of your life.” smiling at your admittance to being completely with him he pulls you even closer, you lick up the underside of his length, paying extra time with the thick vein. “You know I adore you. Love the way you’ve taken care of me. Made me open my eyes. You ever going to let me know what it is you do? I know you don’t just sell ice cream.”

“I could tell you, but I’d have to…” “You wouldn’t kill me. Don’t I take care of you to? Just want to know everything about you.” Finally, you wrap your lips around his angry cock. Kitten licking his tip before fully sinking your mouth on him. Pushing down until you feel his tip hit your tonsils. Rolling your eyes up to watch him.

“I wouldn’t kill you.” his voice thick and heavy like his cock in your mouth. You bob your head on him, still watching his face contort with the pleasure you give him. “I would kill for you. You understand?” you hum a yes, feeling his cock twitch with the low vibrations. “That’s what I do. Take care of people, when it’s asked of me. Good at what I do. Now, that you’re fully in. You are my queen, and I will make sure you’re treated with respect.”

Usually while aroused he speaks with such anger and filth; in this moment he is nearly tender. Once he realizes how sweet he’s being his tone changes. “Now, be a good little slut. Make me cum.” Robert’s hands grip tightly on your head, shoving you down on his cock and bringing you back up at the speed he deems perfect. Using your mouth to fuck him. Not caring that your gagging as his tip hits the back of your throat harshly. Not caring about the saliva that falls from your lips, creating strings, connecting your mouth to the base of him. Tears sting your eyes, and you love it. Love how demanding and controlling he is with you. Anything that you could possibly think of he wants to take care of it. Willing to kill for you.

“Taking me so well. So. Fucking. Well.” You feel him quiver on your tongue, and see the tightening in his abs, knowing he’s close. Before he shoots his load in the back of your throat he pulls out, painting the swell of your tits. “Wanted to do that, just for this.” You’re not sure where the spoon came from, but he holds one in his hand, scraping up the thick creamy spend off of you, spooning it into your waiting mouth. “Good girl.”

Your back flat on the kitchen table, nothing on but your panties, you watch Robert skillfully scoop up different flavors of ice cream, placing it around your chest. Building himself the perfect ice cream sundae on your body. “Gonna have to hold still,” he warns, replacing a scoop that you wiggled off. As it melts it creates creamy streams that run down your body.

Grabbing up the hot fudge sauce he drizzles it over the ice cream and randomly on your body. The frozen cream that has chilled your skin mixed with the nearly too hot sauce makes you whimper, pouting up at his face with all the sensations he creates on your body. Quivering because he doesn’t stop to touch you, just places the spoon in your mouth to lick clean. Hearing the front door open, you freeze. “S’okay, pretty girl. We’ve been expecting him.”

In walks the mystery man. “Can we not talk without her always being naked?” “You have a problem with her? Fucking tell her.” He wouldn’t dare say anything negative about you. “I invited you for sundaes. Get a bite.” The man doesn’t know what to do, but his refusal to do such pisses Robert off, “I said to get a fucking bite.” He pulls up a gun pointing it at the man, who turns to the silverware drawer. “No, your mouth will do.” “Pronge.”

“I’m giving you permission. Just fucking get a bite before I change my mind.” His broad body leans over yours, finding the largest mound of ice cream, the last scoop that sits on your frozen nipple. He takes a little nibble before, beginning to lean back. Harshly Robert’s hand connects with the back of his neck, shoving him fully down on your breast and you yelp, releasing a wanton mewl up at your Sir. “I said a fucking bite. Such a damn dumb ass.” His grip never loosens, while the man bites your nipple in the process of trying to get the scoop fully his mouth. “She’s fucking tasty, isn’t she?” His hand finally soothes along your cheek, looking down at you with such care and love.

“Yeah. Delicious.”

“I’m going to finish dessert. You two talk.” Robert’s mouth bites up every bit of the vanilla and chocolate. Licking up the melted streams off your body.

“It feels weird not knowing your name.” You meet his bright blue eyes. Much brighter than Robert’s, more of a true blue.

“Don’t need it.” “Don’t be fucking rude ass hole. Give her something to call you. His name starts with a C. What do you think you should call him pretty girl?” “Hmm…C?” Intaking a quick breath of air as Robert fully intakes your nipple into his greedy mouth. Sucking on it while his tongue flicks around on the hardened bud. “You look like a Cherry Pop with your blushing cheeks. Gonna call you Cherry, okay?”

He rolls his eyes, watching Robert who continues licking up your body. “You actually like this?” “MmmHmm. You don’t like watching?” Robert giggles over your skin at how candid you’re being with the newly dubbed Cherry.

“Just have some serious business to talk to Pronge about.”

“Anything you have to say to me, you can say in front of my slut. Ain’t that right, Pretty Girl. Tell him you fucking know I kill for money.” “This has to do with the ex.” “Paul? What about him?” thinking that your tone was excitement about your now ex-husband, Robert’s teeth bite down on you hard. “Ow.” “Remember who you fucking belong to? Who this pussy belongs to?” Thick hands rub along your covered mound. “You see how fucking wet she is, Cherry? Try to deny who owns this pussy. Remember she’s mine.” “I was just curious why he was being brought up, Sir. Don’t care about him when I have you. If I didn’t want you, I wouldn’t have made a mess.” “Good. Cherry, what’s going on with the cuck now? Fucker should be out of our lives. It’s official, he doesn’t even have legal claim over my Pretty Girl anymore.”

Robert guides you to sit up, wraps your legs around him before sitting you both in a kitchen table chair. Motioning for Cherry to sit down, and you lay your head on his broad shoulder. Gently kissing his neck, making sure not to leave marks on him. Your hands rub up his arms, feeling the hills and valleys of the muscle and sinew that make up his biceps. Thankful that he keeps your nakedness away from Cherry. His hand slides over your leg until he slowly palms your drenched panties.

“Word on the street is he is fucking pissed as hell. He’s been talking a big game about how, these are not my words understand, but his slut of a wife was able to get divorced so quickly. He knows you were in the pocket of the judge.” “Wouldn’t matter. No kids, he kept all the assets. We don’t need anything from him.” “He’s been going around saying he’s going to bury you, and take back what is his.”

Leaning back, you hold Robert’s jaw in your hands, looking over his face with such love. Placing a chaste kiss on his lips, before you kiss around his face. “’M not his. I’m all yours. Every part of me is yours.” Leaning closer to him, hoping what you whisper is heard only by him. “I love you.” “Cherry, not worried about him. He keeps it up we’ll have him terminated. You okay with that, Pretty Girl?” nodding you smile at him, feeling himself get hard under you. “Unless you want to see me fuck her on the floor, I suggest you take your ass out of here.”

Quickly Cherry leaves, sliding the chair under the table with a loud screech, and walks out the door. “Have fun.”

As soon as the door closes Robert lays you two on the floor, kissing you all too sweetly. Leaning back, he smiles down, “I love you, too. So, fucking much, Y/N. And I will do anything to keep you. Anything.” You know the reiteration of anything means he will kill anyone to keep his pet. “Now, shut the fuck up, so I can fuck you dumb. That cuck ex of yours never fucked you so hard you saw stars did he?”

“Only, you sir.”

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 3

Summary: You see the softer side of Robert. Paul tries to take you home.

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, dirty talk, breast play, Dark!, physical violence, implied murder, pet name (pretty girl), oral sex (F receiving), the first of Robert’s rules

Word Count: 2k

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Robert stares at you softly, extending his hand for you to take, “Come on. Let’s get you cleaned up, dressed, and fed. I know you have to be tired.” You can only nod while grabbing his hand to lead you out of the hell hole of a basement. Guiding you to the bathroom he looks at you. “You want a bath or shower pretty girl?” “Um…a bath I guess,” your voice barely a whisper. He turns on the water, waiting for it to get warm, before plugging up the drain. He turns to walk out of the bathroom, before your hand attaches to his arm, stopping him. “Where are you going?” “To get you some clean clothes and privacy.” With a bite to your lip and switching of your feet he studies your body movements. “Is something wrong?” You shake your head no, but still don’t turn to get in the bath. “Alright, what the fuck is wrong? Don’t lie to me. I can tell you’re lying, I’m not a damn idiot.” You’re unsure of what to say, or even what is wrong. “You not want me to leave you or something?” The softness is back in his voice.

“No. Don’t want to be alone.” “Let me get you some clean clothes, and I’ll be right back.” You offer him a soft smile nodding your head. Upon his return he lifts you up to put you in the warm water. He helps you dip your head in the warmth before shampooing you, and after he uses a washcloth to scrub off your body. Making sure to get every bit of you clean, and feeling new again.

“Why are you being so nice?” you ask. Genuinely you want to know. It seems mere seconds ago he was throwing food and water at you. Making your coward of a husband watch as he fucks you.

“Figured you might need it,” he shrugs. He doesn’t meet your eyes, just continues scrubbing your body. “I know it was wrong. Jus’ needed ya to see what a joke of a husband you had.” “You didn’t know he would do that though.” “Yeah, I did. They’re all the same. You deserve much more than that.” Silence fills the room. Carefully he helps you out of the bath, drying you off with a towel before helping you dress in one of his button up shirts. “You stay here, we’re going to have to get you some clothes. Are ya staying here?” you can only shrug because you don’t know. There’s a part of you that misses Paul, but the bigger part is pissed. “I get it. Lot to take in.”

You can’t deny the amount of care he spends taking on you, but that doesn’t necessarily make you feel better. He’s obviously a criminal, and a powerful one. The comfort you feel and the lack of good sleep has your eyes heavy. “Gotta get ya fed first. Not too much, ya ain’t ate a lot in the past four days. Have to get you back to that, okay?” nodding you follow Robert back to the kitchen. Sitting in his lap while he feeds you bland oatmeal and makes you drink a chocolate protein shake. “Bedtime,” his voice rings out before scooping your body up.

“Don’t leave me,” you whisper.

With a gently kiss to your forehead he returns your whisper, “Wasn’t going to, pretty girl.” Softly he lays you in the bed. His body crawls behind you, wrapping an arm around you, before pulling you flush against his chest. “Going to keep you safe,” is the last thing you hear before you drift into the best sleep of your life.

Perplexed you wake up, feeling sore in your arms, and confused on where exactly you are. The shouts of your husband and Robert bring the memories of the past four days rushing through your brain. Hearing demands that Paul leave before he kills him, and Paul’s heavy steps coming closer to wherever you are.

“Pronge get your fucking ass out of my way. I’m taking my wife home.” “If she wanted to go home, don’t you think she would have. You know the law, my house, get the fuck out.”

A scuffle ensues before Paul bursts through the door, yelping you crawl as far away from the door as possible. Falling into the floor you curl yourself up into a ball, refusing to meet his eyes. “Play time is up. You made your point; you’re pissed off at me. This is getting ridiculous. Get your ass out of that fucking floor and let’s go home.” “Don’t want to.” Your voice comes out much stronger than you had anticipated.

“You heard her. She doesn’t want to go anywhere with you.” Robert’s figure stands in the doorway, eyes flicking towards you before his gaze is only on Paul.

“And you would rather stay here with this piece of shit?” his voice is pure hatred as he talks to you. Right then and there, you made your decision. You’re staying.

“Yes,” is the only answer you provide him with. That’s all he deserves.

“You heard the woman. Now get the fuck out of my house.” Paul turns towards Robert and punches him in the face. You scream at Paul to stop, but you had no need to worry. Robert’s savage side that you assumed he had bursts out. His fists connecting with Paul over and over again. Head butting him onto the floor, before he crawls over him and continues to bash him.

“Robert!” you scream, he stops long enough to look at you. “He’s not worth it. I don’t want him dead.” He leans over and whispers in his ear, “You better thank her. I would have killed your sorry ass.” He stands roughly picking his body up and dragging him out the door. “Be right back. Just gotta take the trash out.” You give yourself a moment before getting out of bed, wearing nothing but his button up shirt, and wander through the house before you spot him coming through the door. “Thank you.” your voice as smooth and silky as honey, as soft as down feathers, and Robert melts. His body coming closer to yours. “Just wish there was a way I could repay you.” Robert’s thick fingers run up your arms, drifting over to make contact with the buttons, before he skillfully begins undoing each one slowly, and you can hear the change in your breathing. You know it can’t be that loud, but the quietness in the room it sounds like you’re panting loudly. “I can think of a way.” A voice that commands such authority is soft and sensual with you. Only the utmost care is given to you. His movements stop. “Only if…” Your hands wrap around his neck, pulling him closer until your lips reach up to connect to his, showing him that you and your body want to thank him. Realizing the moment that his tongue demands entry into your mouth that this is the first time you had kissed. As intimate as you had been with him, you have never let him have that part of you. Lifting your body up to his, you cling to him. Arms and legs tightly wrap around him, as his fingers fumble to undo all the buttons.

His hands jerk the shirt off your body, and you’re completely exposed to him. Robert’s knees bend as he drops the both of you on the floor. Your fingers pull at his shirt, yearning to have his skin on yours, while his fingers struggle to undo his pants.

Both your hands roam around each other’s body, Robert’s mouth connects on every part of you. Kisses and nips that take their time, almost as if to commit your body to memory. Humming along your skin until you arch your back to bring your body closer to his. “Robert.”

“Can I just not fucking enjoy your body for a minute?” “I just…” “I know you want me to properly fuck you. Let me enjoy this, and I promise you I’ll fuck you a lot better than that cuck husband ever did. Now shut the fuck up before I gag you.”

While his words are harsh, his movements continue to be steady and light. Fingers that tickle along your skin, his mouth and tongue touch every part of your soft skin. Spending extra time on your peaked nipples, warm mouth that heats you up, before blowing cold air onto you dampened chest.

The smooth care he takes on you is abruptly taken away when he jerks your legs apart. Gasping as his lips kiss up your thighs, beard that scratches at your sensitive skin, as his eyes watch your face. Loving how responsive your body is to his mouth. With a quick smile up at you he dives into your weeping cunt. Eating up your arousal that spread to your thighs.

His tongue kitten licks your clit, causing you to whimper, while his mouth buries deeper into you. Your fingers, push aside his brunette locks to study his face. Noticing for the first time the bright blue of his eyes. The way the light reflects off them, making them almost sparkle. Before you can further study the softness that radiates from him, his tongue enters your drenched channel. Sobbing with the way he works you; never did you feel this way with Paul, and it makes you want Robert more.

“Robert…I need to feel you, please.”

His body pulls back, face wiping your glaze off his beard on your reddened thigh before he crawls up your body. Lips kissing all the way up before crashing into you. Tasting yourself on his tongue, and loving every minute of him over you. Robert readjusts his body, mouth nibbling around your neck before you feel his cock enter you. His tip slowly going through your folds, a long deep moan exiting his mouth that vibrates on your neck causing you to keen at the feel of him.

When he bottoms out, he holds himself there. This time giving your body the chance to adjust to the stretch of your cunt. Both of you breathe the other in, looking up at him, not feeling loved, but feeling cared for. He was willing to kill Paul, for you. Willing to let you stay, because you had nowhere to go. Everything he’s done, he’s done it all for you. Justifying the fucked-up trap, that he led you right to. And you forgive him for that, because you saw Paul for what he really is.

“Fuck, this feels better this time, doesn’t it? You actually want me, huh, pretty girl? You feel me stretching you out?” Robert begins to fuck into you with slow and languid thrusts, filling every part of you up.

“Yes…it’s amazing.” Mouths attach again, but it’s more soaking up the others breaths.

Robert rolls the two of you over, positioning your body to straddle him, all the while nothing leaving your warmth. “Want to feel you fuck me.” You roll your hips over him, hands pressing on his thick toned chest, while his hands hold tightly to your hips. “So, fucking good.” His hand stings your ass with the quick smack he deals you. Hearing the mewl that releases from your throat, he slaps you again, before grasping tightly to your reddened cheek.

“You and me…we’re going to be fucking trouble.” The thought of you and him, makes you speed up your pace, loving the change of his breathing with every motion on top of him. Feeling like his queen as you ride him, and his face shows exactly how you’re making him feel. He might be a master manipulator, but in this moment, you own this man that evokes so much fear and respect.

Speeding up even more as you search for that release. “Want you to fill me up.” Your voice breathless, and he can only smile. Eyebrows furrowing with the anticipation of the oncoming orgasm.

“Feel you squeezing me so tight. Want you to let go.” The gentle movements of his hands cause your head to tilt back with your eyes closed tightly, and then his fingers pinch your nipples. “Cum.” His grip tightens and you feel yourself gush all over him. His seeds spurting deeply in your cunt. The warmth of him nearly making you cum again. Your body trembles as you come down from your high.

Falling down on top of him, Robert’s fingers brush on your back. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want. But we’re going to have to go over some rules.” “What type of rules are these?” you curiously ask.

“First rule…you’re mine. I’m not big on sharing. And you will get a divorce, or I will kill him.”

“What’s the second rule?”

“If I continue, you’re stuck with me. So what will it be?”

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I’ve been thinking, will freezy and pretty girl have another baby? Maybe this time she gets to tell him she’s pregnant instead of him finding out on his own and then getting locked up and he gets to watch her body change and he goes feral over her

You know I have thought about what would happen should Freezy and Pretty Girl have another baby. That time he could be present the whole time instead of Cherry BUT Freezy and her have almost created a throuple with Cherry, even if Robert would NEVER admit that. But 100% Freezy would go absolutely mental seeing her body change! Keep in mind this is an idea, I do want to revisit this crazy psycho again, once Desperate Affairs has a finale

Then There Was Four (Five?)

Summary: Robert wants another little baby

Pairings: Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, pregnancy, pregnancy sex, implied sharing, mentions of prison, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1K

There isn’t much that your Freezy baby wouldn’t do for you. He was always bound and determined that you were the most important thing in his life, and then Sundae came along. Finding that test in the bin, and you not telling him, hurt more than he would care to admit. But what was worse was the fact that he didn’t get to see your body change, he did. He was constantly reminded of Cherry’s role in your pregnancy. He was the one that got to take you to those doctor’s visits. The one that would comfort you when the lost of him was too much. And he was the one that got to hold your hand, and in ways, he was more of a father to Sundae than Robert was.

He got the wildest thought when he saw you dancing around with his toddler. He had came home from a job, and you and Sundae were happily swirling around the living room. He thought, maybe, just maybe, another one wouldn’t be so bad. Sundae was everything that he could have ever dreamed of for a child. Definitely didn’t take after him. And seeing you have something else to occupy you, just made him beyond ecstatic.

That night lying in bed, his lips attached to your body, trailing the most tender kisses all over it. “What are you doing?” you ask him with a smile.

“I think another little one wouldn’t be so bad.”

Your eyes gaze all over his face, “You’re sure about that? Sundae wasn’t planned.”

“And I didn’t get to fucking see that part of you. I got to see how fucking gorgeous you were one time through a window. He got all that time with you.”

“Babies are a lot of work, you never saw Sundae when she was little.”

“Pretty Girl, when I said I wanted another kid, I meant it. Cherry won’t be able to join us as much, unless you want his kid,” he tells you with a smirk, and you slap at his hand. “Alright, let’s stuff her full, so I can fuck a kid into you.”

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The first few months was rough, Robert was nearly ravenous for you. Morning sickness hit hard, and it was an all day thing. Not only was he so hungry for your body, he was at loss on what to do for you. To the point where it drove you insane. “I’m fine! Just go on.”

“Pretty Girl, I just want to help.”

“You’re not helping. You’re stressing! Just stop.”

But when that moment hit where you were just all kinds of horny, he couldn’t believe it. It had been months since he had seen you naked, much less dove into your wet heat. And you wanted him ALL the time. At breakfast he would go behind you, and your ass would poke out a bit, just so he could rub against you, and you were nearly dragging him in the bedroom, leaving Cherry to attend to your little Sundae.

During the day if you saw him extra sweaty, Cherry knew to scoop Sundae up and take her into another room, because you would wait for nobody. You would be crawling on that man like a tree. Your body writhing over him for any form of friction.

At night, Robert would try to slow things down, because he wanted to enjoy every moment. Enjoy just hot sensitive his pretty pussy was, and how easy it was to make you cum. Enjoy every added curve to your body. And he became feral when he would see you riding on top of him. His hands would trace your curves as you grinded over his body, chasing the multiple orgasms for the evening.

And the day when that bump just came out of nowhere, it was Robert who couldn’t keep his hands off of you. Making up excuses as to why he needed to touch you. Wanting you naked anytime he was present, because that sounds plausible. Normally he was okay with Cherry joining in, but there was this need of saying, “You’re mine Pretty Girl, and this baby,” he would say, his hands smoothing around your bump, “It’s ours. We did this.”

“We did sir,” usually he wasn’t very tender, but when he was, and you being pregnant, it got to you every time. Tears stream down your cheeks, and this unlocks another one of Robert’s things he loves, your tears.

Robert’s length pounds into you, and you just cry from being overjoyed, and it causes him to press into you with more need. His tongue licks the tears off your face, before he’s crashing back onto your lips, letting you taste the salty tears.

And when you’re asleep, Sundae curled up beside you, he’ll walk out to the living room for a quick joint with sweet Cherry Pop, “Was she like this the last time?”

“Uh, what do you mean?”

“I can’t keep her fucking hands off me. That cunt of hers, needs me always. She always wants to be fucking stuff full. Not that I’m complaining. Just curious,” Robert’s eyes narrow at Cherry.

Cherry takes a long drag of the joint, refusing to look him in the eyes, “Uh, yeah, about that...”

“You fucking prick! I knew you were fucking touching what was mine!”

“Man, listen, she couldn’t help it. She was riding my thigh trying for any release, said the toys weren’t helping, and she just needed to get dicked down.”

Robert turns to look at him, eyes squinting, “And you’re just fucking telling me now?”

“It was our secret.”

“Pretty Girl! We don’t keep fucking secrets between us three no more!”

You come rushing in the living room, Sundae on your hip, and a hand on your ever growing belly, “What?”

“You want to fuck him so bad when you’re fucking pregnant. I’m watching.”

“Robert! Your daughter.”

“Sorry sweet girl, daddy loves you,” he stands to give Sundae a kiss before placing her on the ground, and she runs to grab some toys, “You were fucking Cherry boy while I was locked away? Dreaming about that messy cunt.”

“It was only a few times.”

“It’s fine. He gets to fuck you stupid tonight, and I’ll finish it up. Better get some sleep Pretty Girl.”

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 12 BONUS

Summary: After having both Robert and Cherry, you’re insatiable. AND tired of them leaving you behind with a guard, so you can’t help but be bratty.

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader X destroyer!Chris “Cherry Pop”

Rating: Explicit *This is just gratuitous because Pretty Girl didn’t break all of Robert’s rules

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, SMUT, masturbation (F/M), unprotected sex, pleasure dom, multiple orgasm, fingering, oral sex (F receiving), sex toy play, being filmed without knowledge, breast play, pussy slapping, degradation, swallowing, threesome (2M/1F), spitting, cumplay, cum marking, double penetration, overstimulation 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.6k

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Since your night with both Robert and Cherry, and the wrapping up of “the plan” they seem to be out of the house, and away from you more often than not. Placing your guard at the front door and leaving you alone. Alone to stew in your thoughts. You should just tell Robert that you’re pregnant. Cherry knew, seeing how he was the one that bought the test for you. Even he is urging you to just be honest with Robert, but with everything going on with the plan, it doesn’t seem right.

And yet, here you are pregnant, and horny as hell. Left alone and one of your rules is to not touch yourself. Every part of you wants to touch yourself. Every day you think about the amazing night with Robert and Cherry. While you do not have that crazy unexplainable love with Cherry that you do have with Robert, you can’t deny that you love him. Not to mention the man is beautiful. The calmness to Robert’s constant raging storm.

Walking into your room for a nap, you can’t help but to stare at the bedside table that holds yours and Robert’s treasure chest of toys. With a growl you stand and walk into the bathroom for a cold shower. Would a punishment be so bad? What exactly would Robert actually do to? And the thought of allowing Cherry to join in on the punishment makes your body heat up.

Without even realizing it your hands have drifted over your body. You assume it’s still quite early in your pregnancy, because you can’t see any physical changes in your body, however, you are extra sensitive. The barely there touch over your nipples makes you keen. You haven’t even touched the part of your body that you really want. The part that is aching for your touch, preferably Robert’s.

You finish washing off the remaining bubbles, wrapping yourself in a towel before going over to the treasure chest of drawers. Digging past the toys Robert prefers using on you. You know there has to be something new that he’s never used on you. Searching and feeling almost disappointed that all the sensations will be the same, until you spot in the back something bright pink. Still in the box, claiming to stimulate your g spot and clit, with vibrations and sucking.

With the most sinful smile on your face, you rip into the box, taking the toy to clean, because safety first, and setting yourself up on the bed to position the hot pink toy perfectly on your body. With what Robert and Cherry do, you never know how long that it may take, but the way this toy is actually stimulating you in the way you have been waiting for you really couldn’t care.

Your body takes over and before you know it, you’re straddling a pillow in the middle of the bed. Grinding over top of it, and feeling the toy work you perfectly. Pulling out orgasm after orgasm. Shouting through each one, and it’s not only satisfying, but extremely delightful. And when you’ve had enough you struggle to clean up the wet mess that you’ve made, cleaning the toy and placing it back in the drawer.

Unbeknownst to you, Robert has a near perfect memory. Also, you should have remembered that Robert knows. And how does he know? He thought a nanny cam in the bedroom while he was away would be the best thing. Randomly he decided to check in on the camera, and saw you humping his pillow while screaming in ecstasy. “Oh, she’s in fucking trouble now. My naïve fucking slut,” he grunts. This of course gets Cherry Pop’s attention.

“What did she do this time?” he asks.

“She’s touching herself. I didn’t give her permission for that. She’s fucking my pillow.”

Now, Cherry knows that you’re pregnant, so he doesn’t want Robert to be so hard on you. “What do you have in mind?”

“Let’s see how long this feed lasts.” As soon as you finish, pitifully attempting to clean up your mess before retreating to a nap in the living, he figures up that you had in fact been playing for thirty-seven minutes. “Looks like Pretty Girl is getting thirty-seven fucking orgasms today. May need your help,” he informs Cherry. Cherry doesn’t respond. He can only lick his lips, gripping tighter to the steering wheel. He had been hoping for some more time to be buried deep inside of you.

“You don’t fucking care to help, do you?”

“I only aim to please.”

“She might be so fucked out that she may let you have a fucking chance at my pussy.”

Cherry can’t look at Robert. He knows he has to tread lightly when it comes to you. If he seems too eager, he’ll piss Robert off. So, it’s best to just to be nonchalant.

When they arrive home, Robert walks closer to your sleeping form on the couch. Almost taking pity on you, but of course Robert’s fury knows no bounds, and you deliberately disobeyed him. Even using a toy that hadn’t been opened before. His knuckles graze lightly across your cheek, and you should have known by his too sweet voice he was up to something.

“Is my Pretty Girl tired?” you look up, seeing Cherry take a long drag from a cigarette, eyes dark watching you.

“Yeah. I was really tired. Sorry I haven’t started supper.”

“You tired from fucking touching yourself for so long?” you can only look at him. Shaking your head slowly, and then looking at Cherry who smirks at you, blowing up a trail of smoke. “You going to lie to me? I told you I would fucking know if you touched yourself,” pulling his phone out he plays the video feed and you hear yourself screaming, not seeing the video. “I would have liked to seen this in person. Do you know how long you were fucking that pillow?”

“No, Sir.”

“Thirty-seven fucking minutes. It seems only fair that I make you cum thirty-seven times, right?”

“Sir…”

“No arguing. Get your pretty little ass undressed. I’m about to start fucking you with my fingers.”

“Sir, please,” your voice a whimper. And you don’t know if it’s because you’re excited or almost embarrassed that Cherry is sitting watching you.

“Don’t look at him. He’s going to have to fucking help with your punishment. Thirsty-seven fucking orgasms,” you gulp as you begin to undress. The number of times that Cherry has seen you in various stages of undress, you shouldn’t worried about that. “I see you keep looking at him. You going to let him fuck that tight cunt? I’d let him fuck my pussy if he eats my cum out of that pretty kitty. You want him too, don’t you?”

You nod your head, only watching Robert. “That’s fucking right. I knew you did. My perfect little slut.”

Robert tires of you removing your clothes slowly. Hungrily he rips off the remaining pieces, leaving you completely exposed while both men are fully dressed. Positioning your body so your face is pointed directly at Cherry’s, ass stuck in the air while Robert’s fingers run through your folds. Spreading your slick around before entering three fingers in your swollen cunt. “Such a fucking slut. You’re drenched Pretty Girl. Is it the thought of thirty-seven orgasms doing it for you, or Cherry buried deep in your fucking cunt?” Robert laughs. “Well, she doesn’t lie. She was clenching me tightly. You think he deserves her?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You know he’s been fucking good to us, don’t cha, Pretty Girl?”

“MmmHmm,” your voice already going soft as you feel your belly heat up. The tightening of the rubber band with your impending orgasm. Robert’s thumb creates tight circles on your clit, eliciting a moan from your mouth. Hiding your face into the couch. Robert’s fingers grip you by the roots of your hair, lifting you back up to look at Cherry Pop.

“He wants to fucking see you when you cum. Be a good little slut for me, okay?” his head leans onto your ass, giving your cheek a small little nibble, as you cum on his fingers. The euphoria washes over your body, and you know these two are going to have you begging them to stop. “Start counting, Pretty Girl.”

“One,” your voice whispers.

Robert hammers your body into the couch as his hips pound into yours. His fingers gripping you tightly, and your body is damn near numb. “Fucking ruined this couch. Jus’ gonna have to buy another one. Come on, Pretty Girl, make me fucking cum. Maybe your sweet Cherry boy will be softer for you.”

Words do not exist in your mind anymore with the many times Robert has made you cum, and now he wants his own release. The number of times he’s watched your face as you’ve came undone over his fingers and mouth. The sounds that leaked from your mouth, it all became too much. And now his body angrily pounds into you. “Aw, has my Pretty Girl turned into my dumb baby? Cockdrunk and we’re not even halfway fucking there.”

You feel your walls tighten around Robert’s cock, and his gasp, you know he feels it, too. “S’close Pretty Girl. So fucking close,” his thrusts are fierce. His shining blue eyes watch while your eyebrows furrow, waiting for his say so. “Cum,” he grunts out. Your body obeys as the hot tendrils of his cum plants deep in your abused cunt.

“Sixteen.”

“Cherry boy, I think we’re going to have to move this to the floor or the fucking bedroom. But first,” Robert doesn’t finish as he pulls out of you.

Cherry’s body moves over to yours. Settling himself in between your thighs, watching your spread and waiting cunt. His face lowers down onto your pussy, not only giving your clit a few nibbles and sucking on it, but lapping up yours and Robert’s juices.

He works your body slowly. Sweetly. Your fingers spread over his head, using his smooth fade cut to bring you back to earth. Readjusting his body, he enters two fingers into your walls. His movements still remain calm, needing you to realize who is wanting to make you cum. When he sees your eyes finally focus on him, his fingers curl into you. Rubbing along your spongy walls, before the rush of a quick orgasm washes over you.

“Seventeen,” your voice a bit steadier, but still trembling.

Cherry’s body crawls over you, allowing you to feel his hardened length through his jeans. His body grinding over your spread core, feeling the denim of his pants stimulate your clit. His lips suck along the column of your neck, leaving his marks on you. Peppering kisses up you until his lips hover over yours. “You want to taste you two on my lips, Baby Girl?”

Quickly nodding your head, you look into his blue eyes, already feeling another orgasm build up in the pit of your stomach. His lips crash onto yours, while you taste yours and Robert’s release, mixed with the hand-rolled cigarettes that Cherry prefers. His tongue explores your mouth, before releasing, tongue moving along your sweaty skin. “Cum,” he hums down at you. Your body so used to that command, it listens, moaning onto his collarbone. “What number, Baby Girl?”

“Eighteen.”

Your body bounces on top of a sitting Cherry, his arms helping to coax your aching body over his. His mouth nips and suck at your tits that bounce in his face. You look over to Robert, who slowly fists his cock. “You look so fucking hot riding him, Pretty Girl. Don’t worry. We’ll both fuck you in a bit. Give us another. Cherry needs to cum in her, in my fucking pussy.”

Now you’re determined to feel Cherry coat your walls. Getting excited enough to smack his face, your hand holds tightly to his chin, lifting his head up to look at you. “Wanna see what you look like when you cum in me.”

Robert laughs, “Goah, you’re such a fucking whore. And I fucking love it, Pretty Girl.”

Your gaze never leaves Cherry’s, staring deeply into his cerulean blue eyes, “Cum, sweet Cherry Pop.”

His hands hold tightly to your hips, you watch as he comes undone. His abs tighten as he shoots his load deep into your throbbing pussy, the warmth from him causes your own release. Yelling on top of him, slowly rolling your hips over him, to let you both ride out your high. “Good, boy,” your voice is so hoarse as you whisper down at him. “That’s thirty.”

Once he realizes who he gave power to, his arms move you to be flat on your back. His hands slide up the back of your legs, stopping behind your knees, and he spreads yours legs, pressing your thighs to the side of your body. Leaning over he sees his seed leak out of your quivering walls. Bringing his tongue to your spread hole, he licks it up. Leaning over your face, you know he wants your mouth open, tongue hanging out, while he spits his spend into your mouth. You release a wanton mewl at the taste of both you and Cherry. Leaning back, he smacks at your spread pussy lips, palming your entrance, before issuing another slap. Scooping up more of his leaking cum, shoving it into your mouth. “You really are a cumslut aren’t you, Baby Girl?”

“Fucking hell, seven more to go. And I really just want to ruin her. Ruin my pretty little pussy.”

“Come on you fucking cockslut. Give me one fucking more. One more, Pretty Girl. Fuck!” Robert fucks deep into your ass, while Cherry fucks into your over stimulated cunt. His lips softly kiss whatever piece of skin he can get his mouth on. Robert’s hands hold tightly to your chin, lifting your face up to look at him.

“Please, Sir. I can’t,” your body is beyond tired. Thirty-six consecutive orgasms have you wrecked. These two menaces have your body dumb and numb. Each of them, slip easily in your body. Covered in your slick and their cum.

“You can do it Baby Girl. You’re almost done.”

“Fuck. You’re gonna give me one fucking more. You know why? Because you’re my fucking whore.” His pelvis smacks on your ass as he pounds into you. Your body trembles and shakes as you feel your final orgasm build up.

“I can’t. Please…oh fuck…fuck…”

“You can and you fucking will. I’ll teach you to fucking touch her. She’s mine, and only I can tell you when you can fucking touch her. Now, cum.”

Your fingers intertwine with Cherry’s as you scream through your orgasm. Body convulsing as Robert spurts on your back. Cherry’s hips rock up into you, until you feel his hot cum paint your walls for the second time of the night.

When Robert pulls out of you, your body collapses on the bed. Both men’s fingers take their cum, painting your body with their thick spunk. Drawing hearts, and stars. You’re unsure exactly what they’re doing. Your body exhausted, your mind mush.

“Now, since you took your punishment so well. I think it’s time for us to take care of you. Get you cleaned up,” the softness returns to Robert. His hands pull you close to him. “Fill the bath,” he demands Cherry. Cherry obeys. Filling the tub, adding a bath bomb right as Robert brings you in there. Lowering you into the warm water. And you drift off. Unaware of anything else for the night.

You come to the next morning. Your body holding tightly to Robert’s. Your head laying on his pillowy pecs, while Cherry clings tightly to your waist, his head resting against your back. Seeing these two men hold onto, and how relaxed you feel, despite how sore you are, you allow your body to drift back to sleep. Inhaling the soft smells of your Freezy baby and sweet Cherry Pop.

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years

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I’m Not Him

Robert definitely knows to an extent that he was emotionally abusive towards reader. It’s one of the MANY reasons that Robert can’t stand Paul.

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After seeing you at the precinct he couldn’t get you off of his mind. Robert was very much aware as to who Detective Diskant was, and he had it set in his mind to find out more about you.

Robert watched Paul closely, had his schedule damn near memorized, so he knew when he would be out. He watched from afar as you would go to work, some silly little clothing boutique. He watched how pleasant you were, but how your co-workers and employer would use you. You always went above and beyond to get the job done, and they knew that.

You learned that behavior from Paul. Paul expected you to be his trophy wife. He wanted you to look a certain way, wanted you to act a certain way, and he wanted you to present yourself to him in a certain. Getting married young, people change, and Paul was someone who changed. But you wanted your marriage to work.

Paul could be sweet at times, but he expected you to not only have a job, but to have the house in tiptop shape. Have dinner cooked before he came home. He was never physically abusive, but sometimes his words cut too deep. Spending so much time with someone you know their weaknesses.

Robert watched as Paul would call you an idiot for some stupid fucking reason. He watched as Paul would make a comment about the dinner you chose to cook, or even something as benign as the candle you chose to burn for the day.

While Robert might not have watched you for long he saw how each day you become more insecure, and wanted to please Paul, and he never showed you any decency of praising you for what you did for HIM.

Robert got a personal taste of how Paul’s words cut you. You had prepared a Pinterest worthy meal and dessert for you two, and enough for even Cherry Pop. Your eyes bright as you watch them take the first bite. How were you supposed to know that Cherry had a mild allergy to peanuts?

“Does this have peanuts in it?” immediately the brightness had gone from your eyes. Nearly sobering up because you believed that Cherry didn’t like peanuts.

“Uh…yeah,” Cherry quickly stands to get his EpiPen that he keeps here just in case. Your voice mild and meek, eyes going glossy with tears. “I’m sorry, I’ll do better next time. I shouldn’t have made this, I’m really not that bad of a cook.”

“You’re fucking amazing. Cherry boy is allergic to peanuts.”

“Oh…”

“Why the fuck you so upset for?” Robert looks at you, his hand already sliding along your thigh.

“It’s nothing. Sorry. I should have asked. It’s just…”

“No, tell me what the fuck is wrong. I can tell when you’re fucking lying to me. It’s that fucking cuck ex of yours isn’t it?” his fist slams down on the table. At this point you know that his outbursts aren’t directed at you. “You shoulda let me kill that mother fucker when I had the chance. Look at me,” his hand wraps around your cheek so sweetly, bringing your eyes to look up at him. “I’m not him. I won’t beat around the bush when I’m unhappy, but when you’re trying and you’re being my sweet good girl, my perfect Pretty Girl, I’ll praise you. I’ll fuck you into oblivion. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want.”

You offer Robert one of your sweet smiles, kissing him on his jaw. “I love you Robert. I’m sorry.”

“And don’t fucking apologize for that son of a bitch.”

“I just want to be a good girl for you.”

“And you are. Now, after supper how about you’re my good little whore?”

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 9

Summary: After the party Robert is extra soft. Cherry watches them and knows how wrapped Freezy is. Cherry asks to collect his prize.

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, explicit sexual content, sub/dom, neediness, PIV sex, unprotected sex, implied breath play, oral sex (F receiving), multiple orgasms, butt plug, anal sex, threesome (2M/1F), double penetration, cream pie, spanking, rough sex, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.7k

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After the “incident” Robert never leaves your side. Sending Cherry out to do whatever needs to be done, even he hangs around the house, but you feel settled. Although extra clingy to Robert. You always have to be touching him, and he doesn’t mind. He eats it up. His fingers regularly brush across your bruised neck. Issuing apologies to you, while his lips lightly kiss along the area. Even Cherry is softer when it comes to you.

“You don’t mind me clinging to you like a koala do you sir?”

“Not if it makes you feel better, Pretty Girl.” Even the way he speaks is softer. His favorite words fuck and cunt rarely roll off his lips. You’ve heard him mutter them to Cherry when they think you’re asleep.

“Everything going according to the plan?” you know that when they talk about this plan, they keep a lot of their words secretive. You don’t care what plan they’re talking about; you just care that you can lay your head on Robert’s chest. Listening to the steady rhythm of his heart.

“Yep…” Cherry inhales a long toke of his joint, extending it over to Robert who takes a drag. ”…it’s going fucking perfectly.”

They don’t offer for you to partake. Nor would you now. Your eyes roll up to meet Robert’s. “I’m getting a bit tired, Sir. Would you want to take me to bed?” With a quick kiss over his ice cream cone scar that proves he’s yours, he knows that you don’t want to sleep.

His lips come to your ear when he softly whispers, “Think Cherry deserves his thanks, too.”

“Maybe later. Just want you first.” His teeth nip around you ear before his muscular arm scoop you up to him.

He stops to look at Cherry, “Give us about forty-five.” Giving him a quick wink, he carries you straight to the bathroom, sitting you on the counter, “Let’s go ahead and get ready for bed though, Pretty Girl.” Thick fingers cup hold onto your toothbrush before helping you brush your teeth. His large frame placed firmly in between your thighs. Hips slowly gyrating onto you. Who knew brushing your teeth could be such a turn on?

He trades off and lets you brush his teeth. Smiling at how messy he can be. Once he’s finished rinsing his mouth nips along your neck, giggling as he continues to tease you. He leans to the garbage can to throw away the dixie cup before he helps you off the counter. “Go ahead and get yourself ready. There’s a pretty little thing I picked out for us. Need to get you ready. You’re okay with that right?”

“Are you okay with it?” “It won’t be a regular thing, Pretty Girl. But I need…I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know. That’s why I’m okay with it. Wanna make you happy.”

“Go on then. I’ll meet you there in a minute.” You go into the bedroom, pulling out the lube, and the largest plug, a pink diamond heart on the end. Nervously you wait on Robert, paranoid at how long he’s taking in the bathroom. And once he finally walks out, standing in the doorway looking like a beefed-up god. The hills and valleys of his arms that wrap around you so softly, but also so hard makes you weak. He plays a big game in front of people, but you know that this man belongs to you.

You know that every part of him belongs to you, and you’re okay with him playing the part of being big and scary in his company of friends. You wonder if he would ever want to change his job. You two live a relatively modest life, and he comes with a steep price tag. Hoping beyond hope that one of these days the hardened Robert Pronge could give it all up.

Robert’s body leaves the lighted bathroom, literally walking into the darkness. Staring over your naked body, glancing towards the stainless-steel plug on the bedside drawers, “You always did like pretty things.” His knee dips down the bed as he crawls over to, planting himself in between your waiting thighs.

His lips kiss up your legs, making you even more aroused than you already were. Everything about Robert makes you weak, he might be filthy but he worships your body, his vulgar words hiding how much he actually wants to indulge every part of you. His face finally centering on your core, “Don’t do breath play tonight, baby.”

He stops, gazing up at you from in between your legs, tongue quickly going back in his mouth, “Why?” “Just…I can’t handle it tonight. Makes me too weak. I need to be more present for…later.”

“Whatever you say.” Finally, he dips his nose into your weeping cunt, running it up your slit before flattening his tongue on your clit. His taste buds create the best minor stimulation, not wanting to get you too riled up yet. Just relaxed enough to stretch your tight ass. His broad shoulders push your thighs further apart, winding his biceps under your spread legs, bending so his hands can play with your tits. Fingers that pinch at your hardened buds, feeling more sensitive than ever.

Looking down at him, eating your cunt so well, you lovingly rub your hands on his freshly buzzed hair. “You’re the best Robert. My Freezy baby. The way you…ohhh…eat me.” Since being branded you know he loves the praises you give him. Reassuring him that you are in fact his. Even the tickle from the short hair makes you weaker, anticipating the rest of the night. Feeling the coil in your belly being stretched your back arches, hips roll on his face, as your body starts moving on its own accord. His face shakes, burying himself even deeper in your spread pussy, humming with how reactive you are. Nibbling on your sensitive clit and then rolling his tongue into your waiting hole, and that’s when the coil snaps back. Sobbing while his tongue doesn’t let up, wanting to push another quick orgasm out of you.

You allow yourself to let go, feeling the heat buildup again. Panting at how well he can work you. He’s perceptive and studies your face as to what you like, you never have to tell him, it’s like he knows. Because he does. He wants your pleasure, to be his. “Yes, baby…doing so good, so perfect…I’m gonna…” Pinching and holding tightly onto your nipples, while his other three finger wiggle around your chest, he loves watching your tits bounce, and it all becomes too much. The wave of your high rushes through your body. Robert wipes his beard against your thigh, before extending his tongue, licking all the way up your body. Spreading your sweet tangy taste all over you.

“Come on, on my lap.” He commands as he sits on the edge of the bed, grabbing up the plug and lube. You lay over his thighs, relaxed from the two orgasms he gave you. His hands rub across your ass, spreading your cheeks before you feel the cool metal slowly slide in your tight muscle. His hand slaps at your ass, and then rubs along the area. “Want you to ride me, slowly. Show me how much you love me. Want you to use my body for your pleasure, okay?”

It’s almost as if he wants this moment between you two to be sweet and sensual. Knowing that once Cherry joins it’s going to be rough and everyone fighting for their own high. Robert’s body guides you off of him so he can go into the center of the bed, grasping tightly to his cock as you crawl over to him. Your ass feeling so full in the best way. “Sir?” “Yes, pretty girl? “Want you to be the first.” He nods. He knows you don’t want Cherry to be the one to pop your ass cherry. “But I don’t want him in your pussy.” You remind him that your pussy, is actually his, and she should only be for him.

“We’ll do whatever you want, Y/N. This is all about you.”

“He can watch when you’re the first.” “Come on. Right now, I just want to feel you.” You straddle him while he holds onto his glistening cock, precum falling down his tip, holding it steady for you to sink your warmth around him. Pausing to look down at your beautiful Freezy baby. Over a year ago, when you saw him, you never thought you would be so in love. Never thought you would love the stretch he gave your cunt. Never thought you would choose to be with him.

Rolling your hips slowly over him, you just want to take him in. Appreciating every ridge and vein of his cock. Watching his hands that smoothly rub over your skin. Seeing the way his face looks up at you so lovingly, but also the way his eyebrows move at the way you’re working him.

His hand moves up to your stomach, gently caressing it. You assume he loves seeing the bulge from him as you leisurely ride him. “I’m yours, Y/N. Anything you want just ask. You never have to be afraid to tell me anything,” you have never heard the tender sound of Robert’s voice. Even the grit from him smoking seems absent.

“Love you, too. So much Robert. You’re perfect for me. Remember no matter what, I’m yours.” Continuing your casual riding you don’t see Cherry standing in the doorway, watching you two make love. This isn’t just sex, and it’s too pure for fucking; this is showing the other how much you love every part of each other.

Cherry is mesmerized by the pink heart in your ass. Watching it move with your body as you gyrate over Robert. He remembers that plug, he knows you can take him. His hand palms himself through his jeans. Even though this isn’t a filthy moment, he can’t deny how hot it is. The sweet sounds that whimper out of your mouth. The way you adjust yourself, hands on Robert’s hips as you lean back, watching his cock move in and out of your cunt. His hands squeezing your breasts, and his eyes never leaving your face. “Anything at all, you can tell me.” You’re unsure if there’s something he’s wanting you tell him, but you’re so enthralled in his love and wanting him to feel your love, you can’t think.

As a moan falls off of Cherry’s lips, you know the sweet moment is gone. Robert’s face changes from love to devilish. Even though you had a loving moment, you know he loves destroying you, too. “Cherry, she wants you to watch me fuck her ass before you get a chance first. Have a seat.” Cherry sits down, removing his thick cock and fisting it. His bright blue eyes watch your body crawl off Robert, already on your knees, ass pointing right at him.

Removing the plug Robert watches how spread your tight puckered hole is. “You ready, my pet?” Whimpering a uh-huh as you wait for your Sir. “If you need me to stop.” “’M okay. Please, Sir. I feel empty.” “God, you’re such a good fucking slut. Going to fuck this tight ass, and then we’ll let Cherry have a go.” Slowly his lubed cock slides in. Making you feel full again. Slowly he pumps into you, grasping tightly to your tits to ground himself. Moans that you had never heard before rumbles out of his throat as he pushes into you. He speeds up his thrusts, smiling over at Cherry, “You have no idea what she’s giving you. You better make it fucking worth it.” You feel him tense up before he pulls out. Pouting you look back at him. “Still want to feel him fuck into you. You were squeezing me so tight. Didn’t want to cum in your ass.” Leaning over to kiss you passionately he snaps his fingers at Cherry. “Gonna clean up, I’ll be right back.”

Everything about Robert tonight has been tender. Cherry’s arms ripping off his clothes as Robert leaves, you know the tenderness is gone. His arms fumble around to remove his clothes. You notice the tattoos that decorate his usually covered skin. Marks that make identifying people easier. When he bends over to remove his boxers, the oddly simple tattoo on his neck makes you pause. The three blackened circles is an weird choice for something permanent. Once he’s fully nude he stands behind you, issuing a quick spank to your ass. Grabbing a fist full he wiggles it around. “You look fucking beautiful all open for me, Baby Girl.”

Crawling on the bed he gives you no time to think before he shoves his cock into your ass. Hissing at the sensation of being in so deep. “Fuck.” You know he’s not being as aggressive as he wants to be. Waiting until Robert returns to hold onto you before fulling fucking you into blackness.

Robert stands in the doorway watching you. Staring back because he’s all you want to see. “Please, Sir. Want to feel you. She feels empty without you.”

“Aw…my fucking slut needs my cock, doesn’t she?” “Yes, Sir.” Cherry pauses long enough to let Robert adjust himself, allowing you to crawl over him. Sinking back down on his cock. You cry at the sensation of both of them inside you. They’re still as you get used to feeling so full.

“You okay, Pretty Girl?” The tender sound of Robert’s voice is back. Words don’t happen. Your mouth opens and closes, but nothing comes out. You nod a yes. Rolling your hips, both men groan with the feeling.

“Fuck me,” finally chokes out of your throat. Cherry doesn’t hesitate, he fucks into you rough and deep. His long fingers dig into your hips, causing a pleasurable pain. Your eyes never turn away from Robert. He doesn’t even have to move with the way Cherry pounds into your ass. Cherry loves the sound of his hand smacking your ass. Loves watching your skin inflame and welt up. Loves it so much that he can’t quit spanking you. The yelps you make when he spanks you, and the tightening of your holes make both men fill even more with pleasure. Robert’s hands soothingly brush across your cheek, wiping away the tears that fall down your face, being the soft side to Cherry’s ruthless hammering in your ass. It’s not long until an orgasm overtakes your body. Coming near out of nowhere. You scream out in pleasure, holding tightly to Robert’s shoulders to steady yourself as your body trembles from the immense pleasure. Another one washes over you too quickly. Your whole body is being stimulated in a way it never has been and you can’t stop the pleasure that washes over you.

“You like that Baby Girl? You like the way I fuck this ass? Fucking hell…so good, so tight. Better keep Rapunzel locked in a tower Pronge. He’s a lucky man. He gets to have that sweet cunt whenever he wants. Gonna let me, have it? Fill you up with my cum.” Shaking your head, no, because she is Robert’s. “Oh, come on.” Cherry pants out.

“She said fucking no, you jack ass.” “Missing out. At least I get to have this tight ass.” His thrusts become sloppy, his hands move to your shoulders as he grips tightly, fucking into you with such vigor you’re sure he’s about to rip you in half. “Oh…fuuuuck,” his voice screams out, filling you up with his warm tendrils of cum.

When he pulls out, your body rides Robert, wanting both of you to chase your own high. “Gonna fill you up, Pretty Girl. Put it so deep in you it stays. You want that right?” “Yes, Sir. Want you always in me.”

Quickly he rolls you over, his cock still inside you. Pulling your legs up to rest on his shoulders, he jackhammers into your greedy cunt, feeling his balls slap your ass. The slapping sounds, breathing, and your loud wanton moans fill the room, Cherry watches nearly going hard again. Teeth gritting and staring up at your Sir, “’M close. So close, Pretty Girl.” He’s relentless with his speed, and you’re right there, your high right on the edge, begging to just be pushed over, but waiting for his command. “Cum.” You whole body hums as you cum over him. Hot spurts of his cum paint the velvety walls of your cunt.

Spreading your legs apart he collapses on your body. Both of you hot and sticky with sweat, and you can’t help but ghost your fingers down his broad back. Feeling his body fully on you, both of you so vulnerable and loved it this moment. “I meant it. If there’s anything you need to tell me, I’ll listen.”

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Sun Bathing

Summary: You just wanted to go sun bathing

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, voyeurism, cream pie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 800

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“Sir?”

“Yes, Pretty Girl?”

“Have I been your good girl lately?” you ask, twisting a bit of your hair around your finger.

Freezy knows you’re about to ask something of him, and he doesn’t like games, “Okay, what is it that you fucking want?”

“It’s a really pretty day outside, and I just feel like I’m getting pale. Would it be okay if we had lunch outside so I can get some sun?”

Looking your body up and down because he would love to see tan lines all over your body. Would love to rub in aloe after the sun, and at night when he spanks you? Oh he’ll love the extra sting to your skin. “Alright, Pretty Girl, how about you go make us some lunch, and we’ll eat outside.”

Feeling all happy you bounce over to Robert, gently giving him a kiss on his course beard. Thankful that you can spend some time in the sweltering sun. Quickly making the two of you a simple picnic lunch. When finished you wait. And wait. And wait some more. Robert looks deep in conversation on the phone, and you don’t feel like waiting.

Biting your lip, you wonder if it would be so bad to go outside without him. it’s in the back yard. It’s fenced in, but you also know you need an insurance policy. With a devil may care grin you strip out of your short sundress, leaving the food inside, so it doesn’t spoil.

You love every minute that you soak up of the sun, already feeling happier with the extra vitamin D you’re getting. And then you hear the loud bang of the backdoor as Robert stomps outside.

“I thought you understood the fucking rules! Why are you…” his words stop, but his feet doesn’t. Standing above you he blocks out the sun. “I want to be mad at you, but…”

“You ready for lunch Freezy, baby?” you ask with the low whisper that drives him crazy.

“Oh, I’m eating, but it won’t be the sandwich. You’re going for a ride.” Finally opening your eyes you stare up at Robert. “Now, be my good little slut and ride my fucking face.”

He never gives you a chance to react, just drops down on the ground, lifting your body to straddle him. Yanking down your hips, and you know you’re smothering Robert. But his tongue is insatiable. Lapping up your juices. You start to play with your tits, but a quick smack to your ass and swats to your arms, you know you can’t touch what isn’t yours. His hands come to your breasts fondling them and you can’t help but squirm over over him.

After cumming on his mouth he lays you down on the ground. “You ready, Pretty Girl? I’m going to destroy that tight pussy of yours. You have to have some form of punishment for your fucking behavior.”

Most the times Robert is just filthy, sometimes he’s sweet and caring, in this moment he’s angry you disobeyed him. Pissed off at you and himself. His hips slam into yours like his life depends on it. Finger pressed tightly in your skin, loving the sound of his skin slapping against yours. “Oh fuck, Sir!” you scream out. His hand comes to your throat feeling your walls flutter around him, he knows you’re close, and he knows you love that lack of oxygen.

Neither one of you hear the gate to the back open, lost in your world of his filthy words in your ears. “My perfect little cockslut. You fucking take me so well, going to split you in two.”

“What the fuck? It’s not even official yet!” you hear the voice of your almost divorced husband scream.

“Why the fuck are you here?” Robert shouts.

“You asked me to bring by the signed papers. Here they are.”

“Okay.” Robert loudly moans, and you just want to feel him. Want to hear his words for you, but you can’t help but to roll your eyes back to see Paul. He’s clearly disgusted at the man that fucks into you roughly. Paul was always vanilla, never wanted to try anything. “Now fucking leave.”

“Y/N are you really okay? This whole thing is messed up. You can tell me if…”

Your hands grasp at Robert’s ass, urging him to fuck deeper in you. “Fucking great.”

“See? She sounds…fuck…my pussy clenching me so fucking tight.” His head rolls up to look at Paul. “If you’re not gone by the fucking time I finish…”

Robert doesn’t get to complete his sentence because your hands pull his lips down to yours as you feel yourself release on him. Eyes rolling in the back of your skull while Robert searches for his own release, pounding into your sweet cunt like his life depended on it. His thrusts become sloppy as you feel the most delicious heat fill you up.

And thankfully for Paulie, he knew it was time for him to leave.

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 7

Summary: Special delivery for Pretty Girl Diskant

Pairings: Soft!Dark!Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, implied explicit sexual content, Dark!, implied murder, domestic abuse, sub/dom, knife, branding, smoking, insecure!Freezy, nicknames (Sir, Pretty Girl) 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.2K

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“Can I come with you?” while Robert may not be a fan of your pouting, he does become a big softie when it comes to you pouting over him leaving. The gentle side of Robert that only you are privy to comes out of him.

“Aww…does my Pretty Girl miss me already? Or is it my fucking pussy?” while his words are filthy, his hands smoothly pull you into him, lightly grazing down your body in the most delightful tickles.

“I always miss you when you’re not here. It’s no fun here without you. I could take care of you.” Giving him the best doe eyes that you can, and he only kisses you.

“This is a job you can’t go to. You’ll be okay. I’ve got to take care of some things. You understand, right?” and you do. He never would think of taking you with him on these jobs, nor would you want to go. Whether he’s actually taking out a hit or if he’s meeting a client, you want no part of it. “I’ll be back before dark though. Be a good girl while I’m gone. And when I get back, I’ll fuck both you and her until you see stars.” Just to emphasize his words, his hands slap your his pussy. Pulling out his pack of cigarettes he slaps the pack on his hand before pulling one out to place in his lips.

“You’re so sexy, Freezy baby.” His head lowered while he lights the cigarette, Robert’s soft blue eyes roll up to meet yours.

“What was it, you just fucking called me?”

“I’m sorry, Sir.” Your eyes flash down to the floor, worried you’ve upset him.

With a gentle kiss on your temple his mouth moves to your ear. The thick hair of his beard rubs against the delicate skin of your neck, and his slow breathing on you causes you to nearly fold in on yourself. “That actually sounded nice, Pretty Girl. Sounded almost like a fucking tease, when I know you’re my dirty little slut.”

To prove his point his thick fingers, go under your dress. You’d given up panties on most days, knowing Robert loved to just touch his sweet cunt. “I fucking knew it. You’re already dripping down your legs.” As quickly as his hands made contact with your quivering pussy, he jerks them away, shoving his fingers in your mouth. “That’s what I do to you. You taste that? She’s fucking sweet, isn’t she? Now, while I’m gone you don’t fucking touch yourself. I’ll know, and you’ll regret it. Okay, Pretty Girl?” “Yes, Sir.”

With a quick draw of his cigarette, he exhales the smoke on your face. Leaning in to kiss your lips so softly, but to prove that he’s still the one who has the power his hands push you on the couch. “Before dark.”

“Be safe. I love you, Robert.” Even you are stunned by your words. It’s not that you two haven’t said that before, but you’ve never told him to be careful, it’s an unspoken rule. His body slowly turns to look at you.

“Love you, too, Y/N.” Shocked that he used your real name you can only smile as he walks out the door. Walking to the window to watch him leave, your eyes never leave his car until it’s out of sight. Irritated that your stuck inside without him. Glancing down at whoever the man is that’s supposed to watch you. You’re not sure why he’s here. No one ever comes here.

Bored you flick through some random show to binge watch, and nothing catches your attention. It’s all the same without him here. Moving pictures that just drone on. Not even knowing how many episodes you watch. You’re not paying attention to any of it. You can’t even be bothered to pay attention to your “guard” that stands, you do notice the approaching delivery truck, noting how odd it is, because come to think of it you’ve never seen a delivery truck. The mail, sure, but packages haven’t ever happened since you’ve been here.

Nearly slinking back into the couch as the delivery man walks up to your porch. Hiding yourself, Robert keeps you hidden from the outside world unless he’s here, and it’s created an odd sense of anxiety and paranoia. Especially with males. Feeling that they all want to hurt you. Even your husband ex-husband. Only feeling safe when Robert is around, because you know he would kill anyone that would try and hurt you.

“Got a package for a Y/N Diskant,” he tells your guard.

“I’ll take it,” he answers for you. You roll your eyes and your interest has been piqued. Who would send you something, and furthermore who would have the audacity to put Diskant on the package?

“Sign here.” he never questions why there’s a man sitting on the porch, which it also isn’t in his job description.

Once the driver leaves and is out of your eyesight you open the door. You know you’re pushing it, but your feet don’t step over the threshold, your eyes never look at the man as you reach for the box. His hand holds onto the package tightly, but you don’t dare say anything to him, and he doesn’t to you. With more force you yank it out of his hands, turning to close the door and lock it.

Walking into the kitchen you grab the scissors cutting into the tape, feeling excited like it’s Christmas, forgetting about the number of rules you’ve already broken. You should have left well enough alone, but curiosity killed the Pretty Girl cat. Ripping through mostly packing paper you pull out a flip phone. Almost every party of you is screaming to stop now, but there’s a smaller part that wants to know why.

Flipping it open you notice there’s only one number on the phone, one that you don’t recognize. Walking back into the living room you set the phone on the coffee table, staring at it while another episode of whatever stupid show your watching plays. Nervously you bite your lip, looking at the clock, he’s been gone seven hours. It wouldn’t hurt to call the number, maybe it’s a direct line to Robert. Maybe he wants to play a scavenger hunt with you to keep you busy.

Overcome with the need to know more, you quickly grab the phone, clicking the green button to dial it. “Oh, thank God. I was worried he would be there with you,” hearing the familiar voice makes you nearly comatose. “Y/N. Y/N…is that you? Pronge? Listen, fucker I just want to talk to my…” “It’s me. Why did you send me this? Do you realize how much trouble you’re going to get me in? Shit…I’ve got to go.” “No wait!” Paul screams through the line. Your heart pounds and your body already shakes at how disappointed your Sir is going to be.

While Paul is talking to you, your guard hears you talking. Looking in the window he sees you on a burner phone. Not wanting to suffer the wrath of Robert he calls him. “She’s got a phone. I heard her say his name.” “FUCK! As soon as I get home, leave. How the fuck did she get a fucking phone?” Robert screams at the unnamed man.

“Got a delivery.”

Robert throws his phone in the floor of the car. He was already headed home, and now he’s furious. How dare you open the door. He doesn’t know the details of everything, but he knows that the front door opened. He has an idea of who might have sent the phone, and Paulie is already on his shit list. Robert is waiting on the moment where there aren’t any witnesses, and after today, he’s making you watch him kill Paul.

Racing down the road, barely staying in his lane, Robert thinks of the best way to punish you. Exactly how many rules did you break? And worst of all is the thought of him losing you to Paul. Why is Paul needing to talk to you? What does he want? The divorce has been finalized.

Not even bothering to pull into the garage he slams the car in park. Grabbing the pathetic excuse for a guard up by his neck and shoving him to the ground. “Don’t bother fucking coming back. You have two rules. Don’t fucking talk to her and don’t let her out of the fucking house. You failed both.” “She’s not dead.” “Shut the fuck up or you will be. Now get out of my goddamn face you fucking cunt!”

You hear his screams and throw the phone not caring that Paul hadn’t finished what he needed to say. Backing away from the front door, you wait for the impending punishment. Throwing the door open his cold eyes look at you. You realize now how someone who is so beautiful to you can evoke so much fear.

“You fucking bitch. Where is it?” Tears fall down your eyes as you walk away from him. “Where is the fucking phone?” Your shaking finger points to where you threw it. “Who sent it? Who fucking sent my stupid fucking cunt a phone? It was him, wasn’t it?” you’re too scared to talk, but nod your head. “Why? You better use your fucking words. Don’t act like a dumb baby. Why the hell did he send you a phone?” “I don’t know. I’m sorr…” “Shut the fuck up.” His thick body walks over to the phone, opening it to look at the call log. “You don’t know why he called but you were on the phone for twenty fucking minutes? Are you that fucking dumb?” “No, Sir, I…” “I was on my way home and I get a call that you’re talking to him. Not only did you go outside and talk to that fucking bastard, but…” “I didn’t go outside. I opened the door.” His body walks up to you, shoving your back up against the wall. “Don’t be a fucking cunt. Bending the rules is still fucking breaking them.” His hands soften for a moment, coming up to your neck as he pets the black velvet, humming as his fingers move across the flocked material. “Are you my Pretty Girl.” “Y-y-yes, Sir.” “Don’t fucking lie to me.”

“I am, S-s-sir.” Your voice barely a whisper since you’re trying to stop your tears.

Before you realize what is happening, distracted by his soothing fingers, his other hand quickly pulls out a pocket knife, withdrawing the blade before cutting the choker off your neck.

“No… no…please, sir. I’m sorry.” “You know I warned you about taking this off.” Your head violently shakes, “I didn’t. I… you…” His elbow presses across your shoulders, as he uses his weight to anchor you against the wall. “You know what happens now.” “Please, Sir, don’t. I didn’t.” “Shut the fuck up. You’re going to take it, because you know the fucking rules.” Your body is caught between wanting to run and wanting to take your punishment to be his good Pretty Girl. Tears cloud your vision, and Robert moves you to the desk, pulling out tweezers, and almost too gently laying you on the ground. His knees hold down your arms and the panic sets it. Blubbering for him to stop and to not do this, but his mission never falters.

Holding onto the delicate pendant with the tweezers he pulls out his lighter heating up the metal. “I’m sorry. I didn’t…” “What the fuck did that cuck want? Hmm? Why can’t you fucking tell me what he wanted?” he never stops heating up the pendant, and you can barely catch your breath to even speak.

“He…he just wanted to talk.” “No, the fuck he didn’t. Why are you fucking lying to me?” “He wanted to know if I was happy. I am.” Your eyes try to ignore the metal turning red with the lighter. “Robert I…” “What else? What else did he want to fucking know?” “He wanted t-to know i-if I knew what you did. I told him no. I don’t want him to know. Please baby don’t…I didn’t take off my collar. I’m sorry. I’m yours.” “Twenty minutes. Twenty fucking minutes. Did it ever occur to you to hang up? I can’t fucking protect you if you invite stupid shit to happen.” Quickly he shoves the metal ice cream cone on your skin. Grabbing one of the stupid knickknacks off a shelf to further press it into your skin. Your nose stings with the smell of your burning flesh. There is a bit of sorrow in his eyes as he watches you cry out from the branding. “It’s gotta hurt, or you won’t remember who you belong to. Who owns you? Whose Pretty Girl are you?” “Y-you, Sir.” Your voice wailing, and he finally removes the ceramic trinket, throwing it at the wall. It breaks into tiny pieces, and Robert’s lips kiss away the tears that fall over your face.

“I hate to say it, but we’re still not done. That’s just for the collar coming off your neck.” “But, that’s not fair. I…” “Fair? Was it fucking fair that I was coming home to my perfect Pretty Girl, only to find out she’s talking to her cuck ex. Am I not good enough for you? Is that what it fucking is?” His fist connects to the floor right beside your head. Your lip trembling because you have never seen this side of Robert and you just want his softer side back.

“You’re perfect. It’s me…I’m not.” You watch as Robert turns his head. Faltering in his movements.

“Why? Just tell me why the fuck…” he takes his knees off your arms and moves away from your body. Propping his arms up on his knees. A hand rubs over his head. His voice softening to a whisper, “Why did you just keep talking to him then?” “I don’t know.” Moving to your knees you crawl over to be in front of him. Your neck with an inflamed swirl of an ice cream cone hurts, but not as badly as the broken man that sits in front of you. “I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” Leaning forward you search for his eyes to gaze at you. Feeling that you had pushed him too far, and he’s going to push you out of his life. “I love you.”

Robert’s eyes only look at you for half a second, scoffing. “I do. I told him that, told him that he isn’t half the ounce of a man you are. Told him that I didn’t know what love was before you. Didn’t know that someone could make me feel as important and cherished as you do. That’s why it was twenty minutes. Because I was telling him how he could never amount to you. You are all I need. I don’t care about what it is that you do. I only care that I am yours, and you are…”

Rolling his eyes up he finally meets your own. “I am. You fucking know it, too. I’m yours.” A different kind of tears roll down your cheeks, and you smile at him. “You’ve known for a long time. I’m not good with this fucking shit. You can’t be with what I do. You have to be hard and withdrawn. I can’t do that with you, I’ve tried, and every fucking time, you soften me. I know I’m a bit extreme, but…”

Fully crawling in between his legs, you sit up, his eyes look at the singed skin. Fingers barely rubbing across it, and you gasp at the invasion to the damaged area. “Mark me…I’m yours. I want you to do it. Here, I’ll fucking get everything ready. Just…” “No… not your pretty skin,” you start to protest but smile at the gesture.

“Don’t fucking care. Either you do it or I will.” Hurriedly he pulls the pendant off the floor, grabbing the tweezers up and holding it while lighting the Zippo. “Grab something to press it on me. Unless you want to use your fucking hand. Want it in the same place as yours or somewhere else, Pretty Girl?” “I want it there.” You point right below the sharpest point of his jaw on his neck. The place where you love to stand on your tiptoes and kiss, and he smiles knowing exactly why you want to put it there. “Well, come on. I’m not going to fucking bite you.” Turning his head, he actually does nibble on your neck. “Sorry, sorry. Here, I’ll hold still.” Laying his body on the floor to his side, you follow the steps he took. He never screams, but he grits his teeth, hissing. “Fuck. Sorry, Pretty Girl.”

The only person who has a code to the house beside you and Robert is Cherry. The only person who dares to come into the house without notice or knocking is Cherry, and he always seems to come in at exactly the right wrong time. “What the fuck are you two doing?”

Having enough Robert sits up swatting the blackened metal off his neck. “I’m yours,” he whispers kissing on your neck where you branded him, you return the kiss by placing yours in the center of his neck, the spot where your mark is. “And I’m yours.”

Crawling in his lap, wrapping your legs and arms around him, you cling to him. Never wanting him to feel he’s less than anything you deserve. He is exactly what you want, and exactly what you need. “You should know by now, you fucking walk in here you might see something you don’t want to.” “Yeah, well you need to treat those, so they don’t get infected.” “You know where it’s at.” With a roll of his eyes Cherry walks off to get the first aid kit. “I fucking love you, Pretty Girl.” “And I love you, Sir. My Freezy baby.”

Once Cherry returns, he tosses the first aid kit over to Robert who expertly begins cleaning your wound. “So, Cherry boy, where’ve you been?” you ask him while you clean up Robert.

“Out.”

“Fucking ass hole. She asked you a question. I allow you to come here freely, answer her,” He looks down at you as you finish up. Hearing Cherry get out his tin to roll up a cigarette. Standing up you offer a small hand to Robert who pulls himself up, picking you up over his shoulder, he walks you to the love seat before dropping you both down, holding you tightly against his chest, his fingers rub up your arms, and you know, for the time being, you have your soft Freezy baby back.

Cherry continues his motion of filling the paper, tightly wrapping it up, before dragging his tongue across the paper slowly to make it adhere to itself. Everything about his motions seems so familiar, and you can’t place if you’d seen him do this “before Robert” or “with Robert”. “Wanna drag or something?” “She doesn’t smoke, you fucking know that. You’re looking at her pretty hard. There something you want to say?” Cherry puffs on the tobacco, blowing up the smoke into the air before narrowing his eyes at you, “She really is a pretty little thing, isn’t she?”

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 10

Summary: “The Plan” goes down…someone’s plan anyways

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, conspiracy, arrests, guns, violence, implied sexual content 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.4k

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“She’s fucking compromised. Believe me when I tell you she’s compromised. You go in now and this shit is going to blow up in your face Diskant. You never should have fucking made her do this.”

Today was supposed to be a normal day, or so you thought. Never realizing that this plan that Cherry and Robert talk about so often was being put in effect. Cherry was gone most of the day, giving time for you to cuddle with your Freezy baby. He had been feeling extra tense, so you wanted to massage him. Straddling the back of his legs your hands work his tense muscles with oil.

“You been feeling okay, Pretty Girl? Noticed you looking a little pale lately.” “’M fine. Just more tired than usual.” You had been ridiculously tired, exhausted really. It was like you couldn’t get enough sleep.

“You’ve not been eating much lately. Just crackers. You getting sick?” “No,” you giggle. “Shh…just let me work on your muscles. You’re tense.” “I’d be less tense if you were fucking honest with me. If you’re not feeling well let me fucking help you.” Your hands stop their movements, and his body twists to look at you, knocking you over onto the bed. “Are you sure there’s nothing you want to tell me.” “’M sure. Where’s all this coming from?” you search his eyes, and he gives nothing away. “I love you, no matter what. Just…tell me you won’t fucking forget that okay?”

“I won’t. I love you, and nothing is going to change that.” Robert pulls you tightly against him, kissing you like it’s the last time he’s ever going to kiss you, only a knock on the door from Cherry pulls him away from you.

“It’s ready,” Cherry says before walking out of the bedroom.

“Gotta surprise for you.” He stands up off the bed pulling on a shirt, grabbing out his piece from the drawer before helping you up. Leading you down into the basement, where you come face to face with a tied up, beaten, and bruised Paul Diskant.

“Robert…what the hell?” you can’t help but feel pity towards Paul. Regardless of the immeasurable pain he’s caused you don’t want him dead. Walking behind you Robert wraps an arm around your waist, his hand pressed tightly against your lower stomach.

“Since Paulie here wants to cause me so much fucking grief, I thought we could…take out the trash together.” Robert glowers at your coward ex. Smiling at the predicament Paul got himself in. You don’t make deals with the devil, because he comes collecting eventually. “Baby, I don’t…why does he have to die?”

“You want him constantly coming in and out of our lives? You remember the pain he caused you? From the beginning, all the pain you felt was because of his actions, and you still don’t want the son of a bitch fucking dead?” His hand grips your chin tightly as he forces you to look at him. “Don’t be a fucking cunt. He dies today.” Pulling your chin up to fully expose the ice cream cone branding for Paul to see. “Hated doing it to her. That’s the day your fucking cuck ass sent that damn burner phone. Tell me, Paulie, what was so fucking important you couldn’t leave well enough alone?” Hand still wrapped tightly around you he walks you both to Paul. “Tell him. Fucking tell him who you belong to. Don’t deny it. He already knows. He’s known since day one.” “You, Sir. I belong to Robert Pronge.” Tears fall down your face. Paul back in the same chair where this first started.

“You want to come around and threaten how you’re going to fucking take her away from me. Tell me now, what you’re going to do to me, you fucking pig? Tell me, how you’re taking her away from me.” Paul’s eyes roll up to look at the fearsome Robert, and a sneer paints on his face. Slapping Paul’s face with the gun before Robert points it at him. “Tell ‘em bye Pretty Girl. He can finally be out of our fucking lives.” Instinctively your hands grab at your stomach, clinching your eyes closed, wanting everything to freeze.

Everything happens so quickly. Stomping of feet, rushing of people, Cherry pointing a gun at you and Robert screaming, “FBI!” When you open your eyes, you’re all surrounded. Robert drops his gun, and holds tightly to your body. He kept his promise about not letting you get hurt. He knew if he reacted you could get shot.

Cherry looks down at Paul and begins untying him, “Thanks, Chris.”

“You fucking bastard. The whole fucking time?” Robert shouts at Cherry Chris. Agents and police pull Robert off you, cuffing him. “Don’t you fucking touch her. She didn’t know anything.” “Actually Robert, she knew everything,” Paul smiles over at Robert again. “When you fucking asked me for her over a year ago. I was honest, told her everything. With her help, the police department, and the FBI. We’ve taken you down once and for all. Who do you think gave us all the information. You had two moles.” Robert’s eyes narrow at you, seething at all this information. Raring back, he spits in your face, “You fucking bitch.” “I didn’t…I didn’t know about Cherry…Chris. I didn’t know they had FBI agents on you.” You might have agreed to this, but you’re scared. Terrified of Robert’s wrath, and every part of you wants to him to praise you.

“Take him away,” Paul commands the agents. With much struggle they pull Robert away. Hateful and vile words continue to be shouted at you. Finally, after over a year, it’s finished. You crumble, only being held up by Paul’s arms. And there’s a part of you that retches at the feeling of him. Your mind hasn’t changed about Paul; he’s the one that got you in this mess.

Paul sits at the booth, looking around the room thankful that there won’t be anyone present. He knows the words that Robert is about to unleash on him will not be pleasant. They’ll be cruel. Things haven’t been the same between you and Paul. You refuse to let him touch you, and there’s a part of him that doesn’t want to. He heard the words from Chris clearly.

“What would you have me do? This is a way we can bury him. He’s been an issue from the beginning. He’s got too many allies.” “And you fed your fucking wife to the wolves. She won’t agree to this. She loves him. That phone stint you did caused her a lot of pain. Made her cling tighter to him.” “What do you know? You’re just another fucking mole.” “I was there. Been there. He’s got me living with them.” Chris looks away from Paul.

“You’re fucking her, too, aren’t you?” “It’s not like that.” “Then what’s it fucking like, Chris? She giving you a blowjob or something? Or are you fucking her?” “Fucked. Once. I have a part to play just like she does. But I’m telling you, she’s compromised. Call it off. You arrest him…” “He’s being arrested. He’s going down. If he isn’t, he’ll kill me. Destroy her. I started this, now I have to finish it for her. I can’t believe you fucked her. He’s got her pimped out to every fucking person, doesn’t he?” “Not exactly.”

“Well, well, would you look at that. The great Mr. Freezy behind bars.” Paul gloats, pointing at the phone on the other side of the booth for Robert to pick it up. Once the receiver touches his ear, Paul can’t help it. “You thought you had me, didn’t you? Thought you had her.” Robert only listens to Paul’s rants. Yawning, feigning boredom.

“You finished; you fucking cuck?” “Yeah…see you in court. Oh, by the way, our marriage is getting re-instated.”

With an evil laugh Robert narrows his eyes at Paul. “Did she tell you?”

“Tell me what? That you fucking branded her. I saw it.” Robert shakes his head laughing. “What? What is she supposed to tell me? Everything she made you believe is a lie.”

Once he’s finished rinsing his mouth nips along your neck, giggling as he continues to tease you. He leans to the garbage can to throw away the dixie cup, seeing a bit of the test you didn’t cover up, before he helps you off the counter. “Go ahead and get yourself ready. There’s a pretty little thing I picked out for us. Need to get you ready. You’re okay with that right?”

“Are you okay with it?” “It won’t be a regular thing, Pretty Girl. But I need…I won’t make you do anything you don’t want to.”

“I know. That’s why I’m okay with it. Wanna make you happy.”

“Go on then. I’ll meet you there in a minute,” once he hears you taking off your clothes, his hand reaches in the garbage. Pulling up the test, positive, and you haven’t said anything to him. Inviting Cherry into your bed seems wrong now, all he can do is hope that you say something to him, hope that by making love with him you’ll be honest and tell him.

“She hasn’t. If she did, you’d fucking know. You wouldn’t be gloating on the other side of that glass.” Robert smiles at him.

“What? Tell me, then.”

“You haven’t noticed the swelling of her stomach? You pay attention to her that little? Or is it because she won’t let you fucking touch her?” Paul turns his head in thought before looking back at Robert. “That’s right you fucking cuck. She’s pregnant. Do the math, there’s no way it could be yours. Guess Paulie couldn’t even fuck a baby in her.” Robert can only laugh at him. “She hasn’t let you touch her has she. Wanna know why? Because I fucking own her and that pussy.”

Slamming the receiver down Paul looks at Robert, thinking this man has ruined my life. “You tell her I want to see her! You tell that bitch I want to fucking see her. And I hope that if she ever lets you touch her again, you’re reminded of how I could fuck a baby in her and your cuck ass couldn’t. Fucking pathetic excuse of a man. I fucking did that! Every fucking time you fuck my sweet pussy I hope you feel my fucking baby growing in her. She won’t get rid of it. You fucking know she won’t.”

“Fuck you.” Paul stands walking away. Not even giving him a second glance.

“You tell her I want to fucking see her!”

“I thought I told you that he doesn’t spill in you! You’re such a fucking idiot. Now look at you, you’re pregnant by a murderer.” Your eyes fill with tears, your hand rubs along your clearly visible bump. You’re hurt that it took Robert telling Paul to even notice your changing body. “Is it even his? Or is it Chris’?” “You asshole.”

“Answer me. I know you fucked him, too. Did you let him cum in you?” “Paul, you told him not to spill in me, I didn’t make that agreement with him, remember? I played my part. I had fucking rules to follow, and you know what one of them was? His cum doesn’t get wasted. Instead of a phone you could have sent birth control, but no, everything has always been about you! I followed my rules, so I wouldn’t die, and guess what Paulie? I’m still here, and he’s in prison. Wasn’t that the fucking plan? It’s your fault we’re in this fucking mess anyways. You got in bed with the wrong people. I didn’t have to agree with this shit. I’m not the police. I was your wife.” “At least I didn’t become a whore to him.” The words sting your eyes. You weren’t a whore. You were his whore. “And now look at you, fucking pregnant with a criminal.” “She doesn’t have to know.” “She? You’re already attached. We can’t keep it.” “Her! And I am. You’re not my husband anymore.”

Walking into the prison you see Robert watching you. He’s already waiting, receiver in hand. His face blank, and you already feel ashamed at the way he’s looking at you. His fingers snap towards your end of the phone, eyes cold. A coldness that you have only seen once. The day Paul got into contact with you, telling you that everything on his end was going smoothly. They had made the contacts to set Robert up.

“Did you really fucking think I wouldn’t find out?” Your eyes can’t meet his. “Fucking look at me. I knew. I saw your test in the fucking trash the night that he fucked into your tight ass. You fucking bitch couldn’t even say anything to me. Should have known.”

“Known what?” “That you’re a lying fucking bitch.” His hand slaps an ultrasound picture on the window, your name at the top. “She’s going to be beautiful. Just like her cunt mother.”

“Robert…”

“Don’t you fucking dare. Don’t use that voice with me, and my name on your lips.” “How did you get that?” You can’t turn away from the picture. Hands wiping away your tears.

“Did you fucking forget who I am? Do you actually think you could keep her away from me? I’m her fucking father. Have you let Paulie touch you?” your head shakes, almost too fast. “Good. He shouldn’t touch what isn’t his.” Slamming your end of the phone down, he glares at you, pointing back at the phone. Your head violently shakes, as your tears blur your vision. Still, he points, reluctantly you pick it back up. “I hope you know I loved you, you fucking bitch, I loved you. I would have done anything for you. I killed for you. I fucked a baby in that cunt for you. What has that bitch husband done for you? He got you involved with me. Do you still feel me? Do you still wish it was me fucking you? I know you do Pretty Girl. He can’t take care of you like I could can he?”

Silently you stare at him. Emotions bubble up. “Who owns you? Who owns her?” Quietly you stand hanging the phone back up.

Turning your body to the side, you show him the swell of his growing child. Leaning back into view of him. “You, Sir.”

Smiling Robert looks at your bump. “Are you being a good girl? Doing everything I told you?”

“Yes, Sir.” Turning your back to him, you walk away.

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 2

Summary: The aftermath of the dumpster fire that was the agreement between Robert and Paul

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

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, guns, threatening, implied murder

Word Count: 1.1k

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“Take your hands off her!” Paul shouts towards Robert. Trembling and unsure of what to feel or even think, but knowing you don’t want to look at your husband. He’s the cause of all of this.

“At least I’m giving her a fucking choice. You sold her to save your freedom you fucking cunt. I’m offering her an olive branch. I treated you fair didn’t I, pretty girl? I could have done whatever I wanted to you. I waited until you made the decision on your own.” Robert’s voice when he speaks to Paul is full of grit and anger, and yet a softness when he speaks to you. No, you cannot even think of something like that.

“What did you do?” your voice chokes out. Eyes finally daring to look over at Paul. Ashamed at your nakedness. The position you were put in is all because of him and more fury runs through you, feeling Robert’s spend ooze down your back. “What the fuck did you do, Paul? Why am I here?” Robert laughs, offering you the kindness of wrapping a blanket around you. Paul hasn’t offered a kindness yet. “She does have a right to know, Paulie.” “Shut the fuck up. Babe, it’s nothing you need to concern yourself with.” Your anger hits its peak. Standing up on your feet you pull the pistol out of Robert’s pocket pointing it right at Paul’s chest. “What the fuck did you do?” The animated laughter of Robert reverberates through the room. Paul opens his mouth to speak, and then closes it. “Y/N, put the gun down.” You shake your head no. “Put it down. Cover yourself up. Let’s go home and we’ll talk.” “Cover myself up?” you laugh despite the want to cry. “You want me to cover myself up, but you can sell me to the highest bidder? I’ve been down here for who knows how long.” “Four days.” You turn around to look at Robert, and he throws his hands up when you point the gun at him.

“I’ve been here for four days, and my husband who’s already seen me naked, and this douche bag that paid for me has, so what do I need to cover up for.” “Let’s just go home.” A softness is in Paul’s eyes, but you’re not here for it.

“What. Did. You. Do?” He still doesn’t want to answer you, turning you look back at Robert. “What did he do?”

“I got in dealings with the wrong people. Things went south, but I was able to take care of it.” His feet bring him closer to you. Step by step. Inch by inch. “Everything would have been fine, but someone caught me.” “I caught him burying evidence. Stupid rookie mistake honestly. Told him I’d keep my mouth shut.” Robert confidently advances on you, wrapping the blanket back around you, lips attaching to your neck, and a quick pinch of your nipple. “You’re cold.” His hands pull the pistol out of your hand. “S’not loaded, pretty girl.” Robert’s hands throw the weapon to the floor. Feeling like a fool you crumble into his arms. Steadily he holds you up. “Silence comes at a price. I just did what I had to do. I’m sorry I should have…” “You should have told me. This whole thing was a set up.” “You’re right. The whole thing. Even the bad dealings, Paulie.” His arms still around you, he looks up at your husband. “That’s right. Set that up too. I did what I had to do for this moment. Would do it all over again.” Your body rigid when you realize who is holding you. Trying to pull away, and still not knowing where to go, he holds tighter.

“You son of a bitch!” Paul’s anger that you had wanted since the moment you saw him flares up.

“Uh-uh-uh. Do you not see what I hold in my arms? She hasn’t even tried to get close to you. She means nothing to you. You have ways to…eliminate me. You chose not to. Tell her why.” Paul’s body paces around the basement. “Go on, tell her why you didn’t have me killed.” Robert taunts him while his lips suck along the column of your neck. Fingers sliding down your body. “Tell her, or I will.” “Fuck!” Paul stops pacing and watches his hand roam around your body. He has the ability to stop him, and yet he doesn’t. “He’s…” his hands slam up to his temples. Almost acting like he’s the one confused and hurt. “Don’t…could you fucking stop touching her. She’s, my wife.” “She’s not stopped me. Want me to stop pretty girl?” a spark runs through your body and you want Paul to hurt as bad as he hurt you. Shaking your head no, you bend your elbow and place your hand softly against his cheek.

“Don’t…please don’t do this. You know I love you…I just…” “Tell me why you didn’t have him killed.” Voice as cold as ice. You gaze intently at your husband. He still won’t tell you why you’re in this predicament, and it’s only to save himself. “He’s valuable, okay? Are you happy? I didn’t have him killed because he’s more valuable to the police than…” “Me.” Tears finally escape your eyes. “He’s more valuable to the police than me. I was worth the sacrifice, just to keep you ass holes in good grace with information. I’m right am I not?” his silence says everything.

“I would never sell you to someone. I would rather die.” Robert whispers in your ear, fingers finally daring to venture lower down your body. Your free hand grabs it before it can go further.

“It’s not that simple anyone else in my position would have done the same thing.”

“Leave.” The tiredness is evident in your voice.

“You’re coming with me.”

“No. I’m not. I can’t even look at you right now, much less sleep beside you. Paul, I… I can’t.” To punctuate just how much you can’t look at him, you pull the blanket fully around you, turning and burying your head in Robert’s chest.

“But you’ll cling to the man that…babe, please. Let’s go home.” Not another word is spoke by you. “Y/N please. Fuck…this isn’t over.” Stomping closer to you his whispers are harsh and angry in your ear. “You will be coming home with me. I’ll give you tonight.” Hearing his heavy footsteps as he leaves you buried in the chest of the man that kidnapped, paid for you with his silence.

“This is so fucked up.” You whisper in his chest.

“Shh…is there anything you want me to do?” His voice soft. Too soft.

“I want you to kill him.” A small giggle crawls up your throat. You don’t really want him dead. Or do you?

“I can take care of that.” Your body backs away from him, looking up at his eyes, and you know he’s serious. “What?” “You heard me. So, do I only get you for one night, or is this an ongoing thing? I made you feel good, didn’t I? Kept you safe.” Fingers pull at the blanket draped around you until it falls once again to the floor and his hands roam over your body. Fingers trace every dip and curve of you. “I’ve always wanted a pet of my own. Your husband’s a coward. You listen to my rules, and you’ll never have to worry about anyone hurting you. I’ve got more Freezy Pops just for you, pretty girl.”

His fingers tease your nipples, your body leans more into his touch, head tilts back to look up at the man. Would it be so bad to let him take care of Paul? Would it be bad to become his pet? The man obviously has power if the police department wants to keep him around. “What d’ya say? Want me to take care of you?“

“Robert…I…” “My name sounds so pretty falling from your lips.”

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Mr. Freezy Pops, Part 11

Summary: What does reader and Cherry Chris know? Will Robert ever get his revenge against Paul?

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Explicit language, smoking, conspiracy, physical abuse, blood, implied sex, mostly fluffy and a conclusion to the madness, nicknames (Pretty Girl, Baby Girl), soft!Mr. Freezy🥺 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 1.5k

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You wake up with Robert’s arm draped around you, his facial hair nuzzled into your neck, his sleepy deep breaths tickling you. Cherry’s body lays facing away from you, and you stare at his neck tattoo. You know you’ve seen it somewhere, and it had to have been “before Robert”. The silence in the bedroom lets you think. And that’s about the only thing you can do. Your body is beyond sore, but it’s the most beautiful afterglow of the two men that sandwiched your body last night.

And then it hits you, you had seen Cherry at one of the many banquets you had to attend with Paul. He was an agent sent here to infiltrate a hitman. Your body tenses up looking at the man that lays in front of you. Your body pushes back into Robert and he finally stirs, “What’re you squirmin’ for Pretty Girl? You feeling, okay?”

“Yeah…jus’ sore. Baby, um, Cherry’s in our bed.”

“He fell asleep after another joint. He was all hyped up from fucking you,” his hand slaps sharply on Cherry’s arm. “Get out.”

Groaning his body exits the room to sleep in his own room. Quickly you turn to look at Robert, “He…he’s not who he says he is?” “What d’ya mean?” Sensing your fear Robert holds you tighter. “Cherry…he’s, I met him at a banquet. He’s FBI…bragging to Paul saying he was about to go under investigating…” “Me? Yeah, I know.” Your eyes wide you look at Robert since he casually admitted to knowing that Cherry was in fact FBI. “I’ve known for a while. Helped him out a few times.” “But…?”

“Look at you trying to be all righteous. How long did it take you to tell me that Paul had you convinced to being a mole? God that fucking son of a bitch. You know, if I didn’t love you, I would’ve killed you. This fucking thing could have gone a few ways with Paul. How fucking dumb to send your wife into the belly of a beast.”

“How…I mean…?” your mind races as you take everything in that Robert is telling you. Sitting up he leans over to get his pack of smokes off the bedside table.

“Now, can I get Cherry back down here…or should I call him by his real name now? We’re taking that fucking cuck down for good. Make him go down for the dirty deeds he’s done, because one thing is for sure, you don’t hurt what is mine. And Pretty Girl that fucking ass has hurt you one too many times.”

Right on cue Chris walks through your room. Robert throws a shirt at you to cover yourself up with. “I had to know I could trust you, sorry Baby Girl. Took you long enough to realize where you had seen me.”

Your mind a hazy fog. You were fucked within an inch of your life last night, pregnant and your Freezy baby doesn’t know, and all this extra information is making your head spin. “You know, when that ass tried to contact you, I thought you had folded. I thought this life was getting too much for you. That’s why I needed to remind you of the extremes I’ll take.” “I know…but…how? This is all too much.” “Let’s just say this, the less you know honestly the better. Do you want Robert in jail?” without hesitation you shake your head no. “Do you want your husband to pay the price of his dirty dealings? How many innocent people he’s killed, the amount of evidence he’s planted, the crimes he’s made other people pay for.” “Well yeah.”

“Then, trust the process. Robert will have to go to jail.” Your eyes look up at Robert violently shaking your head no. You know how long court proceedings can last, and you need him here with you. “Pretty Girl, it’s what has to be done.” “Paul needs to think he’s won. He’s been planting evidence on Robert before you even got here. Not to say his slate is clean, but he’s selective on his kills. Paul…” “He enjoys it.” you finish with the utmost certainty.

“Yeah. He’ll go down for trying to frame Robert. Cops don’t do well in jail, but that’s not something you’ll need to worry your pretty little head over. It may take a while as hearings can, but Robert will be off the radar again. Paul’s the only one not involved that’s keeping a close watch, because now he’s obsessed with taking him down.” “What about you?” you look at Chris, wondering how he fits into all of this.

“I’m continuing to play my undercover part. I’ll come in and check on you, make sure you’re safe. I know how Paul can be. When Paul is arrested you can come back here. The house and cars have been in your name for quite some time. Robert trusted you long before I did.” “Yeah, because I know she fucking loves me, don’t cha Pretty Girl?” “Of course, I do.” leaning over into him, your lips graze across his ice cream cone branding. A mark that proves that he is yours. You became compromised way too quickly. There was a comfort and spark with Robert that you never felt with Paul.

“All of this is going to leave you free of any charges. Like I said, the less you know the better. There will come a time when Robert is going to have to hurt you, not physically but…” you get it. He’s going to have to say something he doesn’t mean. “Play your part.”

Robert stands back watching a few of the inmates take their turn with the dirty cop ex husband of his Pretty Girl. Each one of these inmates were here because of some planted evidence from Paul. They all take pleasure in dealing blows to Paul, but none of them will take half as much pleasure as Robert.

Paul constantly stares over at Robert, tired, but he knows who is behind this. “You bastard. Won’t even touch me yourself. She ask you not to?”

“Actually she doesn’t fucking know.” Robert commands the room only by standing. The inmates move away from him, Robert knows he’s cutting it close with time, but he wants Paul to know exactly why he’s here. “Do you even realize what you fucking had?”

“I trained her for you,” Paul answers. “If it wasn’t for me, you would have never even met her. You think you have her wrapped? She’ll disappoint you. Give it time.” Finishing his sentence

“You fucking cuck. That’s where you’re wrong. She’s a good girl. But you’re such a bastard worrying about that fucking ditzy cunt you’ve been fucking behind her back, you never saw what was in front of you. She would have done fucking anything for you. I should thank you. Because of your bitch ass I got a perfect one. Brought her down only for me to fucking bring her up. Treat her like the fucking queen she is.” Robert’s hands move to untie Paul, he wants to actually fight him.

“You only thought you had her. Remember, I own her and that pussy. She’s fucking mine. She proved it. How the fuck do you think you got your cuck ass in here?” Paul takes a swing at Robert, only for Robert to dodge it, punching him hard and knocking him to the ground. “And I hope that you never fucking forget who she was loyal to.” Crawling over his body he issues hit after hit across his pretty boy face. Stopping before his knuckles show any marks. Standing over Paul he spits on him. “Fucking bitch ass cuck.”

Robert knows you wouldn’t be too happy with him if you were the actual one to kill him. Turning away from Paul with an evil laugh, “Do what you want with him. I gotta keep my fucking hands clean.”

“I’m still not calling you Chris. I like Cherry Pop.” Cherry rolls his eyes in the mirror chuckling at you continuing to call him Cherry. Sitting in the back of the car you look down at your beaming daughter. The three of you sit outside the prison waiting on your Freezy baby to be released. “You’re finally going to meet your daddy, sweet girl.”

“You know I did warn him. I gave him the chance to back out. Even told him you were compromised.” Cherry continues to watch you in the rearview before he fully turns around. “You regret any of it?”

“No,” you can’t help but feel a sense of serenity. Everything is almost over. Robert can still continue to be employed by the powerful people, ones that have always kept his secret, and you and him will live a casually chaotic, psychotic, and beautiful life.

“You think things will change once he’s out? You two won’t have Paul constantly going behind his back.”

“Things always change Cherry. It’s the way life was meant to be, ain’t that right sweetheart?” you look up at Cherry. “But I love him. Like actually love him. I know we’re a bit dysfunctional at times, a bit extreme. But I do love him.”

“I know you do. He’s lucky to have you.”

“ I’m lucky to have him. Have you, too. So what are you going to do now? You just working for the FBI?”

“I actually dropped down,” Cherry runs his hand through his hair. His hair longer now and a beard. “There was an opening at the local precinct for detective,” he shrugs his shoulders. Both of you laugh at the fact that Cherry who helped get Paul in prison is now taking his position. “Gotta help keep you and Robert in line.”

Once Paul was arrested it didn’t take long for all charges to be dropped against Robert. He might have taken a bit too much pleasure in Paul being in the same prison. Of course, he didn’t get his hands too dirty. He was the perfect inmate. Visitations were nonexistent to hold up appearances of no involvement from you. Cherry went to the prison to “interview” Robert regularly, he would drop off letters and photos with him. Both of you ached for the other, and you wanted your little Sundae to finally meet her daddy.

Outside of the prison there’s no cameras, no recorders hearing your every word, and you couldn’t wait to devour Robert. “I guess I’m on baby duty, huh?” Cherry asks looking back at you through the mirror. You roll your eyes up to view Cherry’s cerulean blue eyes, “If we make it out of the parking lot.” Glancing up through the window you see the towering figure of Robert. Excited you hold tightly to your daughter and burst out of the backdoor. Once he sees you, he smiles, but his posture never changes, and not wanting to jostle the little baby in your arms, you walk calmly to him.

Kissing up on his full beard, right where his ice cream cone is, “Missed you so much Freezy baby.” “I fucking missed you, too, Pretty Girl. Who’s the kid?” playfully you smack at his arm.

“I don’t know, some man who doesn’t want his cum to be wasted, fucked her right in me.” “Don’t be crass, you’re a mom now.” You extend your arm up to him to grab ahold of your little Sundae. “She’s beautiful, Y/N. Just like my whore. But now, I really need Cherry to do some babysitting. Because I know that you need fucked real good.”

“Who is being the crass one now, baby?” his eyes narrow at you, “Sorry, Sir.”

“God I can’t wait to put bruises all over your fucking skin. It’s been too long Pretty Girl. Gotta make up for lost time. How’s she doing? How’s my fucking pussy doing?” Shoving his into hand onto your covered pussy. You want to fall in on yourself, but he’s holding your daughter.

“Give her to Cherry. Hurry.”

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