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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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His Fucktoy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 4

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

Kink: Degrading

Words: 1.7k

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

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

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

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Robert walked into the large two story house, his cunt of a wife went to her sister’s for the weekend, so Robert had the house to himself. It was his only quiet time, he could barely stand his wife when was home, it took all of his willpower to not kill her because he had to keep up appearances. So that meant he had to take his anger and his frustrations out on something or someone else.

As soon as you heard your phone ring, you knew it was Robert. Earlier that day, you watched his wife leave with their son and you waited for the phone to ring. You got up from your comfy spot on the couch and grabbed the receiver and pressed it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked through the phone acting as if you didn’t know who it was.

“Get your fucking ass over here now.” Robert growled into the phone and you felt your panties dampen at his low voice.

“What’s wrong, Robbie? Wifey ain’t giving you what you want?” You purred with a smirk as you heard him growl.

“You know she ain’t now get your ass over here. I won’t ask again, you brat.” He grunted into the phone as his voice got low.

You shivered, “I’ll be over in five minutes.” You whispered before you hung up and rushed to your room to pack a small bag for the weekend knowing that Robert wouldn’t let you go once he got his hands on you. You went through your back door and tiptoed through backyards till you reached Robert’s house.

You two had to keep you coming over quiet so it wouldn’t ruin either of your operatives and you opened his unlocked back door and slipped in. You set down your bag on the counter and heard footsteps before you saw Robert walk into the kitchen with his jeans low on his hips without a shirt.

He stormed up to you immediately and grabbed you by your throat, pulling you up to crash his lips against his. He squeezed your throat as he growled against your lips, making you moan and he slid his tongue in your mouth. His hands moved to your ass and pulled you up against him and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist.

“You fucking tease. I swear I’m gonna pound the brat out of you. Gonna fuckin’ ruin your slutty cunt.” He growled against your lips as he stormed down the hallway to the bedroom. You whimpered when you heard the anger in his voice and he kicked the door open before sitting on the bed with you in his lap.

“Missed you too.” You giggled as his hands went up your top before ripping it over your head.

He growled as his lips latched onto your sensitive nipple bitting and sucking eagerly. “You have no idea. Been fucking my fist all week and nothing, need your tight snatch and ass.” He grunted against your skin before pulling away and tossing you on the bed. “I need to fucking ruin you.”

You giggled softly that turned into a gasp as his hands plucked and squeezed your nipples. They hardened against his touch and he leaned down to latch onto your peaked nipple, sucking hard. His other hand rolled your nipple between his fingers as he nibbled on your exposed skin and you ran your fingers through his hair detangling it gently as he showed your breasts attention.

“Come on, Robbie. Don’t be a fucking tease.” You whined as you tugged on his hair and he pulled his head up to look at you before he moved to tower over you.

“You don’t tell me what to do, princess. You’re my fuck toy. My little slut.” He growled as he kissed you passionately as his hands moved to the shorts you were wearing and he yanked them down off your legs. He was quick to flip you over so he could pin you to the mattress and he slid your panties to the side as he slammed two fingers into your already sopping cunt. You cried out as his thick fingers split you open and you grasped the pillows in front of your head.

He started thrusting them in and out of your pussy rubbing your g-spot with every thrust making you cry out his name and plead him for more. “R-robbie! O-oh!” You cried out as you gripped the pillows moaning loudly.

He smirked at your moans and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you up into his lap as his fingers still moved in and out of you. “You like daddy’s fingers in your slutty messy cunt? Does it feel good?” He asked as he curled his fingers in your soaked pussy. You whined and grinded your hips against his hand and he chuckled against your neck from where he nuzzled.

Your walls quivered around his fingers as he pounded you making you deliciously sensitive making you squeal softly as you got closer to your orgasm. “Daddy, I’m so close. G-gonna cum!” You warned before he bit down on your neck pushing you over the edge and you came hard on his fingers. You squirted on his hand and wrist as he helped you ride out your orgasm. You slumped against his chest as he kissed your neck.

“That’s daddy’s good messy slut.” He smirked as he moved you onto your hands and knees and bit his lip at the sight of your messy pussy. “Look at you. All fucking soaked just for daddy.” He growled as he spanked your sensitive cunt making you cry out and jolt forward. He smirked before unbuckling his pants and quickly yanking them off with his boxers before stroking his hard cock, groaning at the sight of your cunt all soaked and ready for his cock.

You whined as you wiggled your ass for him, “Come on, daddy. Want you to fuck me, ruin me.” You purred as you smirked at him over your shoulder.

“I swear you’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He scoffed as he slid the head of his cock through your folds teasing your hole with his head. “Gonna fucking ruin you.” He grunted as he slammed into your tight pussy groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. You squealed softly at the sudden fullness of your pussy and you bit your lip as your toes curled.

“D-daddy!” You screamed as he started pounding in and out of you, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. He grunted and groaned in your ear as he used you like a toy and he moved his hand up to your neck and wrapped it around your throat and pulled you up as he leaned back still thrusting his hips up into your warm cunt.

“Look at you, taking daddy’s cock like the good little whore you are. Always so good when I fuck the brat out of you.” He growled against the shell of your ear as his other hand rubbed tight circles against your clit. “M’not stopping till I fuck you dumb and I make sure you can’t leave. You’re my little whore, aren’t you, princess?” He whispered and you looked over your shoulder as you nodded but he smacked your face. “I need words.”

You whimpered at the smack as your walls clenched around him. “M’your w-whore. O-only yours.” You whined as you moved your hip desperately back against his cock, wanting more of what he was giving you. You could feel your impending orgasm building up in your lower belly. Him being so rough with you made you so fucking turned on, you loved when he degraded you and just used you, while still making sure you felt good.

He chuckled darkly at your broken voice and he leaned down to kiss you passionately sliding his tongue into your panting mouth. He slapped your clit as he bit your bottom lip making that already tight coil snap and you came hard on his cock, crying out his name. “There we go, that’s a good fucking girl. My little slutty princess, just loving her daddy slapping her around.” He smirked as he moved to kiss on your neck and nibbled on your skin.

“O-oh, f-fuck. T-t-too much!” You whimpered as he continued to pound into your overstimulated pussy and smack your clit just making you shake with pleasure.

“You can take it. You will take it.” He growled into your ear as he moved faster in and out of you. He was quick to shove you onto the bed and curl himself over your back. His large hands gripped your hips tight pulling you back to slam your ass against his lap, making you grip the sheets tight trying to hold onto something as he plowed you into the mattress.

He spanked your ass over and over again as he pulled two more orgasms out of your quivering pussy. You were a drooling, moaning, and sobbing mess with warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you gripped the sheets. He grunted as he pulled out of your pussy and shot his warm ropes of cum on your ass painting your skin white as you slumped against the bed. He lazily stroked himself to help through his orgasm and he sat back on the bed panting. He regained his breath before he got up and went to the bathroom after throwing on a pair of boxers and he wetted a washcloth before coming back and cleaning off your ass and your pussy. You just whimpered as he cleaned you and he shushed you rubbing a comforting hand down your back before he was finished and tossed the cloth away and laying next to you.

You looked up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, “Mm, fuck that was so good.” You whispered with a small yawn and Robert chuckled before pulling you to him and throwing the blanket over you two.

“That was. You know how to make a guy happy.” He chuckled and you gently pulled his glasses off his face which were all smudged and crooked and you closed them before setting them on the table. “Thanks.” He smiled and you kissed his lips softly before nuzzling into his neck and you slowly fell asleep. You knew you needed it before you two continued tomorrow. This was going to be a long and pleasurable weekend.

#robert pronge x reader #robert pronge x you #robert pronge x female reader #mr freezy x reader #mr freezy x you #fanfic #fanfiction #2022 kinktober #kinktober

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saiyanprincessswanie · 8 months

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Weeks 161 -162

Welcome to Weeks 161 & 162

A/N: I just want to thank everyone who gave me recommendations for new authors and mutual authors fanfics. I found so many authors that I already have a list for next week! 💜

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal-boosting them. The author is listed next to the title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

For my Masterlist click HERE

Please make sure you’re reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers

Header by @fictional-affairs

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Inferno - (Andy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Bucky Oneshot - @angrythingstarlight

Ari Oneshot - @biteofcherry

Opening the heart - (Wanda x Victor Von Doom) - @nekoannie-chan

Real Life Tasks With Ransom - Day 16 - @wiypt-writes @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

The Root of all Ransom - Part 4 - (Ransom x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

Though I Have Never Read It - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

Threadbare - Part 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @ronearoundblindly

The Barracuda - (Andy x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Love in Lace - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Light It Up - (Curtis x Reader) - @navybrat817

What Happens in Vegas - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Before you - Normal ending - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

A (not) good cake slice - (Wanda x Steve) - @nekoannie-chan

Taking It All - (Nick x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Love, Love, Love - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

Want you to want me - (Ari x Reader) - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Under the Clouds - (Lee x Reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Ari Drabble - @late-to-the-party-81

Ex-factor - (Curtis x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Lee Bodecker Oneshot - @lunarbuck

Close Quarters - (Jake x Reader) - @stargazingfangirl18

Playing With Fire - (Ari x Reader) - @flordeamatista

On My Mind - (Bucky x Reader) - @targaryenvampireslayer

"Are we friends?" "I don't think so" - @nekoannie-chan

No One, But Me - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Bathtime - (Curtis x Reader) - @boxofbonesfic

Meet Me at Our Spot - (Andy x Reader) - @geniedetails

Open Up - (Ari x Black! Reader) - @galatially

Shades of Gray - @spectre-posts @what-is-your-plan-today

3 Billion Divorce - Part 5 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @deliciousangelfestival

Collared part 18 - @spnexploration

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 5 - (Curtis x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

Hands off - Part 5 - (Stucky x Reader) - @darsynia

Twice (Nick x Reader) - @andydrysdalerogers

And Mine You Shall Be - (Steve x Reader) - @wint3r-h3art

No One Special - (Lee x Reader) - @springdandelixn

Should've - (Lee x Reader) - @shadeysprings

Breakfast in Bed - @fluffyprettykitty

Sign the Dotted Line - (Andy x Reader) - @navybrat817

Special Delivery - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @xxindiglow

staying in - (Bucky x Reader) - @bucky-bucket-barnes

Destroyer!Chris drabble - @biteofcherry

Midnight Surprise - (Bucky x Reader) - @theimaginesyouneveraskedfor

40’s!Bucky Drabble - @pellucid-constellations

#saiyanprincessswanie #recommended reading #missy reads #missy reblogs #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #curtis everett x reader #jake jensen x reader #ari levinson x reader #lee bodecker x reader #mr freezy x reader #nick fowler x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #stucky x reader #andy barber x reader #destroyer chris x reader

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enretrogue · 2 years

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𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐜. 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐞𝐜𝐬

(These are not my works; full credit goes to the original writers. If you'd like your work removed, just shoot me a message and I'll remove it for you!)

✪ ~ BIPOC reader or writer (if this is wrong or you’d like it added, let me know!)

Fanfics Rec List

Sherlock Holmes (BBC)

Ransom Drysdale

Multi-Character / Misc. Posts

Kinktober 2021 Masterlist — @the-iceni-bitch

Sherlock Holmes (Elementary)

The Gift of Feeling — @make-me-imagine

Andy Barber

Andy Barber Masterlist — @angrythingstarlight ✪ Fight/F-ck — @angeli-marco-writes Winter Wonderland — @syntheticavenger ✪ Andy Barber Masterlist — @navybrat817 On The Naughty List — @the-iceni-bitch

Ari Levinson

Midnight Warmth — @sparkledfirecracker Deeds For The Big Screen — @sparkledfirecracker From Both Ends — @sparkledfirecracker Mafia Monday — @angrythingstarlight ✪ Tis The Season ft. Ransom Drysdale — @jamalflanagan ✪

Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge

Bobby and Kitten: Poison Paradise AU — @the-iceni-bitch

Johnny Storm

Worlds Best Heating Pad — @the-iceni-bitch

Jonathan Pine

Kinktober Day Three — @ragnarachel Kinktober Day Ten — @ragnarachel Kinktober Day Nineteen — @ragnarachel

James Conrad

Kinktober Day Eleven — @ragnarachel

Kyle Orfman

Damsel — @imagining-in-the-margins

Bumblebee

Having Bumblebee As Your First Car — @bluebellhairpin

Zuko

This Must Be Love — @bluebellhairpin

Hak

Intuition — @uncpanda

Kakashi Hatake

Daddy’s Best Friends ft. Gojo Satoru — @sukunababy Blades — @sukunababy

Lip Gallagher

Sad/Happy/Angry HC — @jillys-feral-fandoms Single Dad!Lip x Single Mom!Reader — @jillys-feral-fandoms NSFW Scenario Sunday — @jillys-feral-fandoms

Diego Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves Masterlist — @waiting-for-motivation Check Please! — @shelby-love

Matt Casey

Construction Woker!Matt (Scenario Sunday) — @jillys-feral-fandoms Lady — @glitterquadricorn

Nick Amaro

The Babysitter Masterlist — @libraryofloveletters Love You to The Moon and to Saturn Masterlist — @hurricanejjareau

#navigation #sherlock holmes x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #andy barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #robert pronge x reader #johnny storm x reader #jonathan pine x reader #james conrad x reader #kyle orfman x reader #prince zuko x reader #kakashi hatake x reader #lip gallagher x reader #diego hargreeves x reader #matt casey x reader #nick amaro x reader #x black!reader

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sparkledfirecracker · 3 months

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WIP Game

Thank you @ghotifishreads for the tag. You can find the post here.

I’ve added a few more WIPs since the last time I played this. I think at this point there’s well over 100 WIPs in my docs. So I did make a selection, I left all my original works one out and kept it strictly fanfic based. It was fun to see some sitting in my docs since 2020/2021 untouched(no pun intended), but no desire or idea to finish them.

The rules given were as followed: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! Then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

I will change them a little, if you are curious to find out more about a title, ask me about it and I’ll share a little snippet or tell you about it if there’s literally only 1 line in it 🤣.

WIP LIST (under the cut, it’s a long one)

Daddy Academy - Ari - Our Little Secret incl 4 & 5

1 Daddy Academy - humping

2 Daddy Academy - wand voyeur

3 Daddy Academy - missionary

6 Daddy Academy- anal both ways

7 Daddy Academy - Somnophilia

M&H spin off Lloyd Hansen vs assassin- Becoming Mrs. Hansen

FA Freezy spin off M&H Good for You

FA M&H Nick spin off - New Beginnings

FA - Nick vs turtle - Love is a Verb

FA Nick & Turtle - The Night We Met

FA Andy - spin off M&H Waves

FA Andy - part 3

FA Pebbles backstory

MH spin-off Pete Brenner

FA Steve - spin off biker au M&H

FA Curtis part 2 - M&H spin off

FA Ari spin off M&H Wildest Dreams - Returning Home

FA Ari - spin-off part 2

FA Hayden - When the Phoenix Rises

FA Frank - spin-off M&H

FA Jake Jensen vs notes

FA Ari - prequel his POV

FA Mace & Needle - spin-off M&H

FA Johnny biker spin off

FA Colin spin-off M&H

FA Nick G vs babysitter

Gym Rats Olympic Winner Steve

Wellness resort CEO Andy Barber

Wellness Resort - Ransom

Golfer Ransom Finale

Spicy Neighbours Steve & Bucky

Sinful Guilt - Andy and Steve

Sorority Story

Unruly / Roaring Nightskies

Cuckolding - Ari / Andy

Corrupt stepdad Andy

Promiscuous invitation

Valentines stepdad

Champagne New Years - Ransom

Ice Hockey Jake

Pornstar Galore

Spinning Wheel of Death

Coffee & Shakes

Halloween - Ransom Sugar daddy

Santa’s sack

Cam girl - dildo review

12 days of Christmas

Endearing Sins spin off - Ransom & Lee

DPP story ransom and Ari

Pegging skinny Steve

Brazen and Buff

Blasphemy- Lloyd

Mechanic Frank

Request Andy - The One That Got Away

Loyalty of Life - Cult leader Andy

Ari vacation

Viking Freezy part 2

The hook-up

Dangerous Thirst

Escort Ari

Test of Faith - Endearing Sins spin-off / finished not posted

Ari - turned down date

Mister silver Fox

Skating rink

Viking Freezy part 3

Gardner game - Curtis

Dark Prince Ari

Magician Jake

Rafe/Ransom Dare Night

0900-TeleRidge

Panty sniffing Devin

Masquerade club

Favorite convict

Chateau inheritance

Blowing the dice

Barbarians

Travel diaries

Worked up - Andy

Skating rink - Jake

Tree chopping

Welder Steve

#lilo plays #wip game #wips of tumblr #so many wips #too many #wip list #ghotifishreads

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ozarkthedog · 4 years

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Down the Hatch

Request: @sweeterthanthis Mr Freezy inviting the innocent ‘ol reader into his ice cream truck and teaching her to deep throat with a popsicle. I’m partial to raspberry, but honestly who gives a fuck about the flavour...

Warnings: Coercion. Handjob. Rough & Obscene acts with a popsicle.

Word Count: 1,424

Author’s Note: Again, I am writing about lewd acts with inanimate objects. 🤷‍♀️ Also, HAPPY HALLOWEEN. 💙

📖 Master list

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“Wanna learn a trick?” The disheveled yet handsome man asks, handing you a Raspberry popsicle from the tiny window.

You cautiously peer at him from your spot on the side walk. Pieces of hair slipped from his low ponytail shadowing his face along with his overly large glasses.

Your mother told you to always be careful around strange men but this was Mr. Freezy. Everybody loved and adored this man come Summer time when he breezed through doling out cold treats to satiate the sweltering temps.

“Alright.” You say softly, tucking the change into the pocket of your jean shorts.

His grin curls as he slides the metal door open and waves an arm to his side, “Step right in.”

The truck was small and compact, smelling of sugary goodness. Cones and cups stacked high with various scoops and spoons in their holders ready to be wielded.

With a strong hand on your lower back Robert led you to the middle of the truck between two sets of large freezers hiding away what you could only assume was copious amounts of ice cream.

“Take a seat.”

Robert points to an old milk crate on the floor as he closes the tiny window and puts up a “CLOSED” sign.

“Figured it’d be a good trick to learn. It’ll help when...” He drifts off, biting his lip.

You stare curiously at the red, icy length in your hand before flicking your eyes to meet his twisted stare. He licks his lips shamelessly as you sit on the crate demurely.

“You like sucking on popsicles?”

“Yes.” You quirk your head to the side, smiling. “Love to lick them too.”

He mirrored your smile and leaned back on the freezer letting his hands rest on his black belt. “I think you’ll rather enjoy this.”

The popsicle started to melt making you instinctively lick at the fallen drop. The tart flavor bursts over your tongue as you licked up and down the cold length before lightly sucking at the top.

“Damn, you sure loving sucking on that don’t you?” Robert held back a groan as you smiled and nodded with wide, sparkling eyes around the tip of the Raspberry treat.

“Ready to learn, Little Lamb?” He leans forward, planting his hands on his white uniformed thighs.

The precious nickname and the way his eyes moved behind his frames from your mouth to your toes and back up again had your belly tumbling.

You slip the popsicle from your mouth, licking the sugar from your lips, “Yes, Sir.”

“Good. Now, remember to follow my instructions or the trick won’t work.”

“I will!” You exclaim, excitedly.

“Suck on the popsicle like you were.” Roberts directs before standing back up, looming over your smaller frame.

You keep your eyes glued to him as you slide the cold treat back in your mouth and suckle on the tip waiting for his next command.

“Now take more of it in your mouth.”

You comply, slowly pushing the popsicle further into your warmth feeling the tart liquid slowly melt over your tongue. You widen your lips around the girth of the treat as Robert slides a hand into the pocket of his uniform.

You notice his jaw go slack as you move the pop back and forth with the small wooden handle over your tongue. A soft moan rumbled around the stick as you swallowed the delicious substance down.

Fluttering movements caught your eyes as his hand danced within his slacks.

“Keep going until you hit the back of your throat and keep those eyes up here or we’re stopping.” He grits, pointing to his face with his free hand.

Your features twist with remorse. Swiftly, you shove as much of the cold rod into your mouth before it nudges the back of your throat making you sputter.

Scarlet drips from the corners of your lips as you cough around the popsicle. Your eyes water but you keep them trained on the devilish man.

Robert’s smile eases your fear of disappointment.

“It’s ok, Little Lamb. The more of a mess, the better.” He says, smirking down at you with a sickly grin.

His hand moves steadily in his pocket in your peripheral and you could’ve sworn you saw a bulge breath the white fabric.

Robert stepped closer to you suddenly, his pants rubbing against your bare legs while his free hand overlapped yours.

“Open that sweet mouth.”

The way he spoke to you had your core throbbing with dull, pounding thuds.

You spread your lips open, catching your reflection in his square framed glasses. Your lips were stained with sticky sugar as Robert pushed on your hand, forcing the popsicle deep into your mouth.

The cold tickled the back of your throat making you gag again, but Robert hushed your groans.

“Relax.” His commanding tone made your toes curl.

More sweet spittle spills over your lips, dirtying up your shirt as Robert’s hidden hand moved faster.

“Take a deep breath and let it slide down your throat, Little Lamb.”

You swallow what you could of the popsicle, allowing half of it to slide down and coat the walls of your throat.

Robert lets out an obscene groan watching your mouth devour the Raspberry ice, slurping at the sticky remains. He pulls the pop back only to slide it home again, cutting off your air.

Your brow furrows with fear as your free hand frantically tries to push him off.

“What did I say?” He sneers, pulling the pop from your throat, letting you cough up the gluey liquid.

You palm at your teary eyes and swallow down the sugar before opening your mouth, ready to try again.

“Relax.”

He covets your now free hand and places it over his aching bulge. His cock throbs under your careful touch as you hesitantly fist it through the fabric.

“Be a Good Little Lamb and move that hand up and down while I help you out.”

Your eyes fluttered under his hard stare as he pushed the popsicle back into your mouth, groaning when your hand moved over covered length.

Robert pushed the popsicle further into your throat, pressing down until your teeth nicked at his fingers.

“You’re doing so well.” He said, groaning under your touch.

You gagged when he steadily shoved the thinning popsicle down your gullet, coughing up copious amounts of dark red spittle.

“Move your hand with mine, Little Lamb.” Robert demanded as you lost momentum.

You pitifully swallowed as much of the melting sweetness as you could while keeping time, moving your hand up and down his girth listening to him moan sinfully above you.

The lewd sounds he produced made your pussy slicken heavily causing you to rub your thighs together to ease the tremendous ache.

“Yes, keep going… almost there.” Robert grits, his teeth clenching as he stares down at your messy, tear stained face.

He shoves his fingers into your mouth, tickling your tonsils as the now empty popsicle stick rubs cruelly against the walls of your throat. You painfully heave on the small piece of wood and tighten your grip around his length.

The vibration sets him off and he cums with a harsh growl, emptying his balls into his boxers. His fingers tear from your lips, dropping the cleaned stick to the floor of the truck with a sigh.

Your cheeks heat as you feel the sticky remains drying on your skin as Robert stares at you while he catches his breath.

Your shirt was a smattering of red drips while your eyes and lips were puffy from the playful assault. He grabs a wet rag and washes your face with soft swipes.

He mops at your shirt, but it was a lost cause. You pushed his hands away when he brushed over your breasts not wanting to add fuel to your already flaming core.

“So, did you enjoy the trick?”

He tosses the rag into a sick by the window before flipping the sign back to ‘OPEN’.

“Yes… but I’m not sure what I could possibly use that for.” You say with a shrug.

Robert laughs at your innocence; he sure knew how to pick ‘em.

“Well, how about we meet here next week and I’ll show you… along with some other fun tricks.” He clicks his tongue as he eyeballs your frame.

You bounce up from the crate with a smile. “Ok, but only if you can save me a few of those Raspberry Popsicles.”

“You got it, Little Lamb.” Robert said with a diabolic grin.

#ozark writes #mr. freezy #mr. freezy x you #mr. freezy x reader #mr. freezy/reader #mr. freezy/you #mr. freezy smut #mr. freezy imagine #mr. freezy fanfic #mr. freezy fanfiction

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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⛓kinktober 2021- sensory deprivation/anal⛓

—juicy and it's tighter than a virgin, like madonna say...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert "Mr Freezy" Pronge x woc!reader

Summary: The one where Robert tests your limits

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: general language warning, anal, sensory deprivation, lil bit of spanking, robert's mean ass, dubcon, restraints, cheating (reader is married), mild violence, mentions of blackmail, lil bit of knife play, anal play, pussy slapping, name calling (robert calls the reader a whore), pet names (toots)

A/N: DAY EIGHTEEN OF KINKTOBER! Anyways, all mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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With your hands handcuffed to the headboard Robert’s made sure that you can’t fight him off when he produces the black leather hood. Robert just smirks when he sees your gaze harden, and you begin to struggle and tug on the long chain of the cuffs that’s looped around one of the metal bars of your bed frame. “Dammit, Robert, that isn’t part of the deal. I let you fuck me, and you don’t tell my husband about my affair, we never said anything about the kinky bullshit you’re always trying to pull.” You spit, trying to avoid having the hood put over your head.

“Yeah, yeah, and that never stops you from creamin’ on my dick like a desperate whore when we try out the new shit.” He taunts you, and you kick out at him and your foot catches him in the stomach. Robert doubles over, coughing slightly before he growls in frustration at you. He surges forward, grabbing you by the throat with one hand and backhanding you across the face with the other hard enough to make your head snap to one side. You can taste blood, tongue prodding at your bottom lip with a wince when you feel the quick burst of pain.

Great. Now I have to explain this to my husband. You think, glaring up at Robert with a look that would make a lesser man wither away in fear and cowardice. Robert just chuckles like he knows a secret, and maybe he does. He's shown you plenty of times before that he knows your body better than even you do sometimes.

“You know how hard my dick gets when you look at me like you wanna kill me, toots.” God you hate it when he calls you that, and you know that he knows it. He says it with a smirk that makes you want to slap it off his face. For a moment you forget about your cuffed hands and try only to grunt in irritation as the man gives your tender cheek a mocking pat. You hate that he’s right though, you always cum when things between you two get intense and experimental. The second he put the cuffs on your arousal was slick between your thighs. Even the way he roughs you up when you try to fight back excites you. Robert is unlike any man you’ve ever known, he’s a stark contrast from your husband and he’s more experienced than the younger partner you’d taken on the side. Robert was also unhinged, and a murderer...leave it to you to find yourself sexually attracted to someone as dangerous and infuriating as Robert Pronge.

“This is ridiculous, just—HEY!”

Robert ignores your protests and roughly shoves the hood over your head and fixes it until it’s properly in place. The first thing you notice is how you can’t see anything through the leather hood, it’s all pitch black. The second thing you notice is that your hearing has been affected. The only sounds that you can make out are your own breathing, the pounding of your heartbeat, and your own voice. Everything else is muted and far away sounding. You try to calm yourself with the knowledge that there’s a hole where your mouth is so you can breathe but it hardly helps. You’re flipped over roughly without warning and you try not to scream out in surprise at the movement. Robert just chuckles, clearly amused as he begins to pull at the laces at the back of the leather hood to secure it in place.

Just like that he’s robbed you of three of your senses. You can’t touch him, you can’t see him, and you can barely hear him. It sets you on edge and leaves you feeling off kilter, you should hate it and you know you shouldn’t trust him when you know what he’s capable of. You can’t help the way you clench around nothing though, and you can’t help the fact that the feeling of helplessness has you feeling needy and hornier than ever.

Robert can see it all clear enough, and watching you tremble in anticipation has his dick twitching. There’s so many things he could do to you right now, so many ways he could hurt you and break you. It bothers him that he doesn’t want to, well not in the way he normally wants to hurt people. Instead it’s a want to hurt you in the ways he knows will bring you pleasure. It’s ego, he tells himself. Just prideful nonsense about being able to give you what your husband and side piece can’t.

Whipping out his knife he pushes the thought away, choosing to instead focus on slipping the sharp edge under your nightie and cutting through it. You let out a squeak of surprise, trembling when you feel the sharp tip gliding lightly down the length of your spine. You whimper despite trying to keep it in, body going still when you suck in a breath. You want to thrash around and scream but you know better than to do that when there’s a knifepoint teasing at you. The danger of the situation and the unknown of what Robert will do next has you dripping down your thighs.

“Oh toots, you’re drippin’ for me.” He says with a sigh, not that you can hear him. He grins when he remembers that you can’t, deciding that he’ll just have to get creative with letting you know that he knows you’re enjoying this despite all your fussing earlier. You feel the tip of the blade drag lightly over the swell of your ass and then it’s between your folds. You suck in a breath and release it with a shaky moan when the flat of the blade taps against your clit. Robert carefully pulls the blade away from your sex, grinning at your slick coating it. He can’t help but bring it to his mouth, licking your tangy sweet taste clean from the blade with a satisfied groan.

He tosses the blade down onto the mattress then, needing to get his hands on you so he can finally get after what he’s been wanting since he caught you letting the pool guy fuck you. His hand comes down hard against your ass, and you jolt with a cry of surprise and pain before you try to wiggle away when you feel his calloused hands spreading the thick globes of your ass to reveal your puckered and untouched hole. You try to shake him off, and it only results in more harsh slaps to your ass until you stop fighting him. Trying to listen to what’s going on you can only make out the far away sound of muffling words but otherwise you don’t register what Robert says. “Can’t wait to split this tight little hole open for the first time.” He growls, running his fingers through your slick and dripping folds to collect your wetness on his digits. You think for a moment that he might sink them into your pussy but instead he presses and teases them against your puckered hole with a toothy grin.

“Robert don’t!” You try, but it’s no use. This isn’t the first time he’s shown an interest in taking your ass, it’s just the first time he’s gotten you into a position where you can’t do anything to stop him. It doesn’t help that he knows he’d be the first man to fuck you this way, and he’s just dying to be the first man to stuff your ass full of cock. You shudder when you feel his index finger prodding at you before it slips past the tight ring of muscle. Then he works his middle finger in beside it and you whine behind your teeth at the foreign sensation. He says something about how you should be grateful that he’s even bothering with stretching you out first, but again you don’t hear him due to the sensory deprivation hood he’s forced you to wear. Because of it you don’t know what to expect next, but you feel everything more intensely and the anticipation only works against you as your reactions are harder to control and hide from him. Like when he presses a third finger into you and you let out a gasping moan that you don’t mean to. You clamp your mouth shut the second it echoes too loudly in your ears but it’s too late and Robert’s already heard it. You can only assume he’s saying all sorts of filthy things behind you as he starts to pump his fingers into your tight hole to open you up.

He’s probably calling you a desperate whore. You think to yourself, clenching around nothing at the thought of it and you hate yourself just a little for how you moan from the feeling of his fingers fucking into your ass. You fool yourself into thinking that it might not be so bad, his fingers are actually starting to feel really good pushing in and out of your ass, but then you feel him replacing them with something much bigger and you cry out into the sheets. You shake your head, convinced that it’s too much and that Robert’s cock is most definitely too big.

Something thick and wet lands against the stretched ring of muscle, and you think it’s his spit but you aren’t sure. All you know is that whatever it is only helps him sink further past the tight ring of muscle. Slowly he fills you inch by inch until you feel impossibly full and the pressure of his cock in your ass has you squirming in a weird mix of pleasure and discomfort. You expect him to simply start hammering away at you, but instead he snakes a hand around your front and lets his fingers roughly circle over your clit until you’re cumming and writhing under him while your slick and juices run over his hand. You feel almost pathetic with how easily he can make you cum even when he’s testing your limits and taking something from you that you never intended to give him.

Robert pulls out of your ass slowly then, strokes his cock with the hand that’s slick with your essence and then he’s plunging back into your puckered hole with a growl of pleasure at the tight squeeze. He takes his time fucking you, enjoying every little sound you make of pain and pleasure until you’re panting under him and subconsciously letting your hips rock back to meet his thrusts. Every sound out of you is loud in your head, and it makes it hard to think of anything else other than trying to chase the strange pleasure that Robert is giving you while he fucks into your ass with increasing roughness. You know he’s holding back, likely wanting to be able to taunt you about how much you enjoy this later when he’s done using your body for his pleasure. With the hood over your head, and no way to distract yourself or pretend that the noises you’re making aren’t coming from you, you know that you won’t be able to deny it. It’s frustrating but you can’t focus on that, all you want now is pleasure and to be filled and your pussy is aching for some sort of attention but with your hands still cuffed to the headboard it’s impossible for you to do anything about it.

You know you have to swallow your pride, and you’re feeling desperate enough to do that. “Robert, please—please touch me. I need more.” You beg him, eyes clenched shut against the darkness that the inside of the hood offers you. You don’t hear him chuckle, but you feel it vibrate through his whole body and it makes you tremble. His fingers strum against your clit, and it gives you just enough to send you spiraling over the edge again. Your body goes tight around him and Robert only takes that as an invitation to fuck you harder, finally letting loose and pounding into your body the way he loves to. You scream into the pillows, thighs trembling as his attention to your clit turns into wet smacks against the sensitive bundle of nerves. It has your eyes rolling back, and your mouth hanging open as he fucks you just how he knows you like. The only difference now being that it’s your ass that’s taking the railing from his cock and not your quivering pussy.

“God yes, yes! Fuck me, Robert!” You cry out, losing the battle of trying to hate this vs giving into the fact that your body is loving the rough treatment it’s being shown by the man behind you. You feel his laughter again, and he rewards you with a hard slap to your cunt that makes you sob in pain and pleasure when you cum hard from the sensation. You don’t even notice Robert’s other hand tugging at the laces on the back of the leather hood to loosen it until he rips it off and you’re eyes are hit with the harsh glare of light and your ears are filled with the sound of skin slapping roughly against skin from how hard he’s pounding into your ass.

“There she is, knew a filthy little whore like you would love this shit.” He taunts, and you can hear it in his voice how close he is to cumming from how strained he sounds. You know just how to send him over the edge, and don’t hesitate to do just that.

“Give it to me, Robert. Fill me up, fill my tight ass up with your cum until it’s dripping outta me!” You cry out for him, hips bucking back against his thrusts as they grow more erratic until he’s slamming deep inside you with a roar and his release is filling you. Robert pulls out of you when he’s sure every last drop of his spend is milked from his cock, and he takes the moment to admire the sight of your fucked out hole with a proud grin on his lips. He makes a mental note to make sure he has his phone on hand to take a picture because he’s sure the sight of you all open and dripping for him will make the perfect background.

“We’re gonna have to do this again soon, toots. This ass is too perfect not to fucking ruin again.” He says, letting you go and grinning when your bottom half collapses on the bed. You mumble a few curses under your breath at him, choosing to play as nicely as you can until he uncuffs you. He does, and you’re thankful for all of five seconds before he’s dragging you out of the bed and towards the bathroom. “In fact, I think we’re gonna go for round two right in front of the mirror so you can see just how pretty you look with your ass all stretched out around my cock.”

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foxgloveprincess · 2 months

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For whenever you feel inspired to play with him: Feeezy + pressed together in a tight space + “Ohhh, kitty cat, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 🫠 I think I just hurt myself writing this lollll.

Sweet Jesus, Siri. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk 🥴 This is giving A.W.A. Freezy before he took his princess.

Warnings: Dark AU, Prequel, Predatory Behavior, Housing Instability, Income Instability, Innuendo and Suggestion, Manhandling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

Word Count: 1,600

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing, themes, dynamics, or warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Thank you!

The stone concrete of the park table bench grinds into your thighs. But it’s a free place to sit and spend your time. Plan your future—if you even have one. The coins spread across the table. You flip each one face up and sort them out. It’s all so bleak.

You check the time on your watch and sigh. You’ll have to head back to Vera’s soon. She’s not your first choice for couch surfing, but she always says yes when no one else does. Staring hard at the coins, potential plans formulate. If only you could land a solid job or two, not like the one at the hotel that only calls you when they need extra hands.

The cheery, mechanical tones of the ice cream truck chime across the playground. You glance up, the same Mr. Freezy truck that stops by every day. The same ice cream man. It’s no substance, but you get up from your seat for the soft serve, scraping every penny up from the tabletop.

You hang to the back of the line, arms crossed over your chest and gaze cast to your feet. Shuffling along, you finally get to the front. You glance over at the menu, catch sight of his back, his hands digging around in his freezer.

“What can I get for you?” he asks, tone harsh and impatient.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Pronge,” you say, clear and loud—knowing the exact steps to this little game the two of you play.

He straightens and spins quick, leaning out his window a bit to get closer to you.

“Oh, hi.” His lips tilt in the inkling of a smile. His tone far more friendly, though still not soft. You don’t think he knows how. “Soft serve?”

“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod.

He gets to work, eyes glancing your way every so often. “You want it dipped?”

“Yes, please.”

He smirks. “Been meaning to ask,” he begins, stirring the chocolate with a ladle. “What’s your opinion on stuffed animals?”

Caught off-guard by the question, you don’t reply immediately, though you keep your smile on your face.

“I, uh, I think they’re cute, Mr. Pronge,” you finally say.

He turns and hands over the cone. You thank him and grab a couple of napkins from the holder.

“Cause I was thinking.” His shoulders shrug, but his eyes remain focused, intense. “I have a bunch laying around and I got no need for ‘em.”

“Oh.” You stare at him a moment, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wishing you could accept. “I would love to, except I don’t really have space for anything right now. I’m sorry, Mr. Pronge.” You want to look away, ashamed of your situation, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be playing the game.

His eye glint behind his glasses. His jaw ticks. You wonder if you’ve upset him. A glance at your ice cream cone turns your empty stomach—free food.

You bite your lip and say, “I’m living on my friend’s couch right now. I can only keep what I can carry.”

Tears dot your waterline, but you sniff them away. Refusing to break down in front of the generous man. He already pities you enough to give you charity. One a day, everyday. You don’t need to look any more pathetic in his eyes.

“I understand,” he says, reaching out his window to pat you on the shoulder. An awkward gesture, but one from which you don’t shy away.

“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”

He hums and you take the first bite, teeth cracking chocolate. “See you tomorrow.”

You wave and back away. Already, your ice cream starts to drip down your wrist. You lick at your skin before wiping with a napkin. Another half hour on the park bench, then you’ll head over to Vera’s.

The lights are so low you can barely see. Music thumps around the walls, barely intelligible. No melody, all about the beat. Sitting at a table with your water, you watch Vera, strutting around the dance floor. She flits from one partner to the next. Her smile shines bright, and it makes you wonder whether she had been telling you the truth.

Trying to fix the borrowed outfit, you wiggle in your seat. The fabric clinging too tight to all the places you don’t want the attention. You glance around, people watching. Waiting, really, for Vera’s friend.

The flash of glasses catches your eye. Illuminated by the lights flashing up above. You squint. It couldn’t be. The hair falling around his shoulders, the colorful collared shirt. You’d never seen him out of his uniform. It was hard to tell. If only they’d make this place a little brighter. You shake your head and take a sip from your glass of water.

“You should be dancing,” Vera slurs. Her body slumps against you. Already intoxicated from a few drinks. She wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face too close to yours. “Come on.” She tugs at your limbs, but you stay put.

“I thought we were meeting your friend?”

She huffs and releases you, opting instead to cross her arms and pout. “We will.” You’re surprised she doesn’t stamp her foot with the indignation in her tone. “As long as you catch his eye.” She nods toward the VIP section and the man lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by women. “So, come on.”

You swallow and stand. This was not the opportunity you expected, but you’d spent your last cent today. You’d have to do whatever it took not to drown.

Following Vera to the dance floor, you take a deep breath, trying to block out all the bodies crushed together. They press and grind. You sway. Skin crawling at the perceived attention. A fish out of water.

You hate this music. You hate these people. You hate your life.

Your hips move from side to side, shaking off hands that grope and the press of strangers. You’re not doing this for them.

Avoiding the VIP section, you glance around the dance floor. The figure you spotted before stalking right around the edges. You move your way closer, but he continues his path. Like a predator in the wild. He scans every body and swerves around obstacles.

But you see him, now. The glasses, the downturn of his lips, the tilt of his shoulders. Mr. Pronge.

You lose sight of Vera in the mass of bodies, but you keep dancing noncommittally. Anything for the chance to save yourself. You spin around, hoping to carve out some personal space. Just something to keep the others away from you. Dizzy, you notice the approaching figure.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks.

You meet his eye and try to smile through your shock. “Hi, Mr. Pronge.” You lift your hand in a small wave and keep your body moving. You glance over your shoulder, searching for Vera.

“I asked a question,” he growls.

He steps forward, you step to the side. He keeps advancing. And it’s like he’s herding you where he wants you.

You reach the edge of the dance floor and his hand wraps around your bicep. Leading you away from the crowd and the crush. The volume drops lower and the relief it gives brings a genuine smile to your face. But it’s then you realize you’re pressed against the wall of a narrow, deserted hallway by the ice cream man.

His brow raises, waiting for an answer. You nod and glance around the small space. Chest pressing to his.

“My friend wanted to introduce me to someone,” you reply. Hands flexing at your sides. You wonder what you should do with them. Where you should place them.

“Why?”

“He might be able to get me a job.” You keep fidgeting, more nervous by the second with him in such close proximity. The moment dragging between the two of you.

“No one in a place like this has good intentions,” he warns, gaze burning straight through you—was that disappointment or contempt.

Your eyes drop from his in shame. “Thank you for the advice, Mr. Pronge, you’ve always been so kind to me. I should get back.”

You try to move away, to escape, but he keeps you pinned in place. His chest expanding with his breath, the buttons of his shirt straining. His arms raise, finding this place to bracket your body, one by your waist, the other beside your head. Swallowing the spike of panic that threatens to grow into an all-consuming wave, you meet his eyes again.

Something dark shines back at you. In the low light, his hunger finds you its prey. You freeze. Unsure of how to proceed. Balancing on a thin line. Still needing his charity.

“You shouldn’t quite trust me either,” he whispers, leaning into your ear, arm muscles flexing. You swallow a whimper. He inhales a millimeter away from the skin of your throat and chuckles, dark and syrupy. Your stomach drops, a mix of apprehension and appetite. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what I could do to you.”

Your tongue swipes over your lips. More thirsty than you’ve ever been in your life. You wait, heart pounding in your ribcage.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And that’s it. All at once, he backs away. A scream echoes in the distance, above the cacophony of the club. Your head turns in curiosity. The music cuts and you turn back to the ice cream man, only to see him slipping out a side door and disappearing into the night.

Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜

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dbnightingale24 · 9 months

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If you have an AO3, drop your username please! Trying to get more active on there! 🥰🥰

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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Sweet pain

Summary: Pronge isn’t ready to let you go.

Pairings: Robert Pronge x Housewife!Reader

Warnings: 18 + content, angst, forced marriage, somnophilia, implied noncon, noncon groping, breeding kink, Robert is literally a murderer, drugging.

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You stared at the collection of scars that lathered your knees; scars that had long timed healed and scars that were still holding the second layer. They were like a map, you could remember each one you got and how.

The ones that were almost gone were from the time time Robert arrived from work and dinner wasn’t ready, he had dragged you by the hair to the basement and locked you up for your own good. Those who were tinted with pink and resembled the bedroom floor were from how you had to apologize to him after getting mad at him for looking at playboy magazines. And so on.

The front door opened, shaking you out of your trance. “Hey baby,” The tall man at the door cheered, making his way towards your still frame in the rocking chair. Freezy pecked your lips, arms wrapping around yours as he pulled you to stand up.

“dinner’s ready,” you murmured quickly, eyes widening to look at him. Confused, Robert wrapped his arms around your body and held you close. These distants acts of tenderness always weirded you out; how he suddenly acted like the perfect husband as if his hands weren’t stained with blood.

“What’s the matter pretty girl?” He asked, brows furrowing as his big calloused hands went to cradle your delicate face. Like if he was grasping a dove, he titled his face to look into your eyes.

“Is everything okey?” you questioned back, your eyes staring into that blue ocean-like void behind thick-rimmed glasses. Robert tilted his head, lower lip pouting the slightest.

You sighed, taking a moment to unwrap yourself from his hands to make your way into the kitchen. Robert called out your name, a slight hint of anger in his words as he stomped behind you.

He watched as you grabbed the plate on the table, long cold since he appeared at late hours of the night, and placed it in the microwave to slam the door.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He demanded, and when you just stared at him with pure hatred in your eyes, he jolted to grip your upper arms tightly.

“I hate you!” you spat, tears kissing the brim of your eyes, stinging your vision. Robert’s eyes widened, frown dropping into a solemn expression. “You are never loving! and-and you are never nice! you hurt me and use me and you constantly have your fucking disgusting hands on me!”

As soon as you rambled the words out of you, a sob erupted in the air; pained and heartbreaking. Tears finally slid against your skin but Robert’s expression remained the same.

“I want to have a baby-“

“Then will have a baby!” He interrupted, finally snapping out of his trance. He shook you abruptly; his voice was painted with desperation. “I love you- I love you so much y/n, I don’t want to hurt you baby-I’ll do whatever you want!”

His incessant begging only made you cry harder, knowing he wasn’t planning on letting you go. He pulled you into his arms holding you as close as he could, you could hear how hard his heart was beating.

Your breathing was heavy; so heavy you didn’t notice when Robert pressed the sweet smelling rag of chloroform. You kicked for the five minutes it took to make effect, wailing and wiggling to try to push Robert’s thick-as-your-head bicep off your waist. You also tried fighting the feeling of drowsiness weeping over you.

You fell into the dreaded sleep; your eyes fluttering shut while falling into your husband’s arms.

When sleep left your unconscious body, you found yourself wrapped in fuzzy soft blankets, a bitter taste in your mouth. You felt a soft hand stroke your cheek with the unforgettable chill of a wedding band. Prying your eyes open the second you realized who that hand belonged to, a faint squeal of terror left your sedated lips.

The familiar face of Robert appeared in front of you; wide toothy grin and eyes that sparkled with darkness. He had removed his glasses and tied his hair back, clad in normal house clothes.

“Baby,” he called, more loving than ever, as he saw your pouting face “I promise we will be happy; but you need to be put on your place,”

You tried to crawl away from his touch, only to feel a cold yank in your ankle and the fabric rubbing against your nipples. You gasped, moving to pry the blanket off. You were completely naked, the sticky substance you recognized well covering your inner thighs as a shackle tied you to your wedding bed.

By what felt the hundredth time of the day, Robert’s arm were forced around your unwilling body. A chuckle resonated in his well built chest, hands wandering down to grab the supple flesh of your ass as you cried, finally accepting your fate.

“You are going to look so pretty round with my baby,” he whispered into your ear, pure joy trickling down his voice. “can’t wait till this pretty tits start getting full with milk, gonna let me try pretty girl?”

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the-iceni-bitch · 3 years

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Killing Floor

Pairing: dark!Mr. Freezy x dark!fem!Reader

Words: 4389

Summary: You run into Robert Pronge one night and end up tangled in a scheme together.

Warnings: DARK so, so dark, please do not read if these type of fics upset you! non-con (erring on the safe side), dub-con (for sure), very graphic violence (m to f and f to m), death, gore, explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, hate-fucking, cavalier use of a handgun), SMUT, 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: My first dark fic! It got away from me for sure but I enjoyed it. Please, please be mindful of the content you are consuming though, this could very easily be upsetting! Because of this, I’m only gonna tag my fellow Freezy hoes here, as I haven’t updated my taglist doc to include dark!Fics.

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You eyed the Mr. Freezy truck warily as you carried your garbage to the dumpster behind your apartment building. This was the third time this week you had seen it outside your place, and it was setting you on edge. There were hardly any kids in your neighborhood, so you didn’t know why it was hanging out here.

You cursed under your breath as the truck moved to the mouth of the alley, blocking your exit. You pressed your back to the wall behind the dumpster, right as a man exited into the alleyway from the bar underneath your place to smoke a cigarette.

A massive man in a white uniform stepped out of the back of the ice cream truck and walked towards the smoker, pulling on a pair of black leather gloves as he made his approach. He asked him for a cigarette before pulling a silenced pistol out of his jacket and shooting his target three times in the chest.

You schooled your breathing as you watched him drag the body to the back of his truck, trying to remain as still as possible. He stormed back into the alley to search for the shell casings, turning his back to you as he collected them.

Your legs were starting to cramp from your crouched position, and as hard as you were trying to stay still, it was getting difficult. You tried shifting your foot, but your ankle rolled in your heels and you let out a hiss. The killer straightened up suddenly at the sound, cocking his head as he turned toward you with a sneer on his face.

“Is that a little kitty I hear?” He jeered as he walked toward you, his voice thick with a Boston accent.

You stood up from your hiding place, preparing to make a run for it. He saw you tense up and lunged at you, wrapping a massive hand around your throat and pinning you against the wall, knocking the air from your lungs and cracking your skull against the bricks.

“Nice try, sweetheart, but I can’t let you go just yet.” He pressed his body against yours to pin you, his other hand brushing his stringy hair from in front of his glasses. “You have got horrible timing. To think I almost got out of here without getting a look at you, kitten.”

You just glared him as he moved his hand down from your throat to dip inside your blouse, grinning as he pawed at you as he buried his face in your shoulder, grinding his crotch into you.

“Think I’m gonna have a little fun with you before I let you go. You’re being so good and quiet.” He panted against your neck. Suddenly he stilled and drew his face up to look you in the eyes. “Why haven’t you called for help?”

He had relaxed just enough to allow you to move and you drove your knee between his legs at the same time you shoved your hand into his jacket and drew out his pistol, whipping it across his face and sending him sprawling.

“You cunt!” He spat, bloody spittle flying from the corners of his mouth as he moved to charge you again, stopping short when you pressed his gun to his temple. “Oh, you stupid little bitch.”

“I’m the stupid bitch?” You growled at him. “You wanna tell me what the fuck a Gambino hitman is doing so far outside of their territory?”

“Shit.” He hissed between his teeth as he eyed you warily. “You’re with the Genoveses?”

“That’s right.” You said, drawing back the hammer on the pistol. “Now answer my question.”

“Alright, alright!” He raised his hands in supplication, showing you his palms. “Fella in my truck has a father who owes Marks a good chunk of change, and y’know, he needed a little incentive to pay off his debt.”

“Marks gave you the ok to take out this hit? The mans getting bold.” You snorted, releasing the hammer as you pulled the gun back. “Lucky for you, I feel like leaving this to the bosses to figure out. Get the fuck out of here.” He stood up warily and reached for his gun, which you pulled back with a tut. “No, I’m gonna hold onto this for now. Maybe I’ll give it back later.”

Mr. Freezy growled as he brushed off his uniform and stalked back to his truck, grumbling under his breath the whole time. You just winked at him as he drove away, heading back up to your apartment to call this in.

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You saw him again 2 weeks later at a sit-down. Marks came to make amends to your boss for overstepping, hoping to find someway show his remorse for sending his man into the Family’s territory without permission. You were perched on a stool in the back of the room when the two men entered, and a small smirk teased your lips.

Lombardo liked bringing you to meetings as a distraction. Most of his comrades assumed you were there for eye candy, just the latest piece of tail the boss was wetting his dick in, too stupid to care about. But the real reason he kept you around was for protection. He loved the look of surprise that came over his enemies’ faces when you pulled out your garrot.

“Great to see you Leo!” Lombardo said warmly, moving to give the man a kiss on each cheek before sinking into his chair, gesturing for Marks to join him. “Y/N, grab us some wine sweetheart. Does your man want any?”

“No, I don’t like my men drinking while they work.”

You moved to open the wine when a massive palm wrapped around your upper arm.

“This is the bitch I told you about, boss.” The killer seethed as he wrenched you around viciously.

“The fuck are you doing, Pronge?” Marks hissed, giving you a chance to grab the corkscrew and press it to Robert’s throat. “Benny, I apologize for my man’s behavior, he’s been foaming at the mouth about some broad getting the best of him and it’s made him a little erratic.”

Lombardo just laughed as Pronge released you with a duck of his head. You kept the corkscrew where it was, watching a thin trickle of blood run down his neck.

“Let him go, Y/N.” He said with a wave of his hand, and you moved to open the wine, pouring two glasses and bringing them over to the seated men. “My girl has a tendency to elicit that type of reaction. It’s one of the reasons I keep her around!” He gave you a pat on the ass as you headed back to your stool, your eyes trained on Robert Pronge.

He was glowering at you maliciously as he leaned against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest and his forearms flexing as he clenched his fists. You heard him growl from deep in his chest when you gave him a conspiratorial wink.

“You see my problem Leo, we can’t have Gambinos moving through our territory with impunity, as much as we can sympathize with the need to collect a debt. Fortunately for you, the boss is still soft on you fellas, so we’ve come up with a solution I think will work for everyone.”

“Ah, Benny, I can’t tell you how happy that makes me! Of course, whatever you need.”

“Excellent! We’ve got a little problem with one of Big Mike’s nephews. The kids an idiot and has been making some waves that are making it increasingly difficult to manage our operations, I’m sure you know the type.”

“There’s one in every family.” Marks said with a shake of his head.

“That there is. Anyways, Funzi wants us to deal with the kid under the radar. I’d normally send in Y/N on her own to take care of it, but as great as she is, the kid is surrounded by morons all the time. We also have a disposal problem. Funzi wants to make it seem like the kid ran off with some bitch, hopefully avoid a war, and we’ve heard that your man Pronge here is a disposal expert.”

“Oh, fuck no!” Pronge exclaimed. “I’m not working with this cunt!”

“You’ll do what I order you to do, or I’ll fucking end you, now shut the fuck up!” Marks roared at Robert, making him wince as he leaned back against the wall. “He’ll do it.”

“Glad to hear it.” Benny murmured, his nostrils flaring in anger as he gave you the signal to relax. “Let’s drink to our friendship while we let these two hash out the details.”

You stood up from your stool with a deep sigh as you moved towards your new partner. The man looked like he wanted to murder you, and you just gave him a wicked grin. He seemed to relax as you went over the plan with him, not really offering any notes, just grunting in acknowledgement as his eyes roamed over your body. You managed to come to a grudging agreement and made plans to meet in two days to carry everything out.

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You had been waiting outside the club for 10 minutes when Pronge finally parked his sedan across the street. He leered as he walked towards you, eyes drinking you in. You looked extremely different than the last time he saw you, relaxed in a flowing dress that stopped mid-thigh and plunged almost all the way down to your navel.

“You always dress like a whore on the job?” He grumbled as the two of you headed to the entrance.

“Sure. You always dress like a clown?” You asked, wincing at the painful pattern on his shirt.

“Fucking bitch.” He muttered under his breath, not quite low enough that you couldn’t hear him.

“That’s right.” You said, your eyes roaming around the club as you looked for your man. “There he is.”

There was a group of young men in a booth at the back. The leader bent to snort a line of coke off the table before screaming for more drinks.

“What a fucking moron.” Pronge said from directly behind you. You could feel the suffocating heat of his body against your back as you stretched your neck. You sensed his eyes boring into you, searing over your bare flesh.

“Wait for my signal.” You muttered as you moved towards the dance floor, winding your way through the crowd smoothly until you positioned yourself in front of the mark’s table.

Pronge moved around the edge of the dancefloor as he kept an eye on you, you even danced like a slut. Your eyes were fixed on the mark as you gyrated to the music. It didn’t take long for the idiot to notice you. Your hands wandered all over your body as you swayed drunkenly, tracing the curves of your breasts and running over your neck languidly before dropping to your hips and teasing the hem of your skirt higher on your thighs.

He felt his dick starting to get hard as he watched you move, fighting the urge to pull you into an alley and fuck you until you couldn’t talk. His bitch wife had been refusing to put out for months, but ever since he first saw you in that alley, you’re all he could think about. He just wanted to shove his cock in that smart mouth of yours and shut you up for good. He had dreams about wrapping his hands around your throat as he ruined your pussy, marking your tits with his teeth as he split you open.

Fuck, he was so hard it hurt. He did his best to school his thoughts as he watched the mark move to join you. He felt himself tense as he watched the moron slot himself behind you and grind against your ass. His hands roamed over your torso until he was cupping your breasts, squeezing them softly as you dropped your head back against his shoulder with a moan, arching into his grasp.

Robert lost his patience and stormed towards the bathroom, slamming the door open as he strode inside. His did his best to control his breathing as he checked the stalls for occupants. He heard your laugh coming from the corridor and he scrambled to conceal himself, perching on top of a toilet and closing the stall door as you entered the bathroom.

You were giggling breathlessly as the idiot mouthed at your neck. He ripped the sleeves of your dress down your arms until your tits were exposed, and you sighed as your nipples pebbled in the air. Your mark bent to run his mouth over your chest sloppily as he fumbled with his belt.

Pronge lowered himself to the floor gingerly, splaying his palm on the stall door and pushing it open slowly. Your eyes shot open and did your best to swallow a hiss. Something must have tipped off the mark, because he straightened suddenly and turned around.

You growled at Robert and wrapped your arms around the mark’s neck before he had a chance to raise the alarm, squeezing hard enough that his oxygen was cut off. Your eyes bored into his as you choked the man, bringing him to his knees as you crouched behind him, your body curled tightly around his. Pronge’s cock was pressing painfully against the front of his pants as he watched you work. Your dress gathered around your waist and your makeup smeared all over your face as the muscles in your arms strained with the effort of strangling the man.

He finally stopped fighting you, and you moved to grip his head at crown and chin before wrenching your arms in two different directions, snapping his neck. You dropped the body to the floor and stood slowly to glare at Pronge, your nostrils flaring.

“You’re supposed to be in the alley.” You seethed as you pulled your dress back over your shoulders, moving to check the hall for any alarm.

“You moved faster than I was expecting.” He hissed, climbing one of the toilets to open the small window to the alley. He gripped a pipe running over the ceiling and lifted himself up enough to shove his legs through. He moved his hands to brace against the sill as he slid through the narrow opening, his broad shoulders just barely able to fit through the frame. He dropped into the alley and looked around, ensuring there were no witnesses.

It was only a few seconds before you were shoving the body through the window for Pronge to catch. He couldn’t deny he was impressed. You were stronger than you looked to be able to lift all that dead weight through a window 8 feet off the ground. He caught it easily and hauled it to the Mr. Freezy truck, shoving it in the back before moving back to the window.

He came back to find you with your legs dangling from the window as you slid through. You dropped softly on the balls of your feet, being careful not to roll your ankles as you landed in your stilettos.

Robert was leering as you strutted past him, your hips swaying suggestively as you made your way to the truck, wrenching open the doors and stepping inside. He climbed into the driver’s seat and started the engine, pulling out slowly as you worked to wrap the body in plastic sheeting.

The two of you reached the warehouse in a little under an hour. Robert backed the truck into the loading bay and threw it in park before moving around to open the dock doors. He opened the back doors of the truck and tossed the body over his shoulder as you stepped out.

“Just head straight through.” He instructed you. You gave him a nod over your shoulder as you headed in. He grinned wickedly to himself as he watched your ass swinging back and forth in those heels, moving to follow you.

You found the old slaughterhouse easily and lowered a hook over the drain in the floor as he came to stand behind you, close enough that he had you on edge.

Once the hook was low enough, you moved forward in tandem. You ripped the plastic sheeting off the body as Pronge moved to wrap the hook and chain around the ankles. Once everything was secure, you stepped back to raise the chain.

Robert was still watching like a hawk. You did your best to ignore his eyes on you as you stood with one hip cocked, one heel tapping impatiently on the slanted floor.

Once it was at the required height, you stepped forward to drain the body without an ounce of hesitation, pulling a hunting knife out of your bag.

He growled from deep in his chest as he watched you work, leaned against the railing surrounding the killing floor, his cock starting to harden again as you stepped back, wiping your blade on a handkerchief.

“Almost forgot, Pronge.” You said, digging your hand in your purse and pulling out a pistol. You grinned at the panic on his face before flipping the gun in your hand so the grip was pointed at him. “This is yours.”

He took it from you warily and shoved it into the waist of his slacks, eyes still boring into you as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

“We’ve got some time to kill sweetheart.” He murmured as you moved to walk past him, heading back towards the loading bay.

Just like that he was on you, one giant hand wrapping around your throat as he slammed you against the wall, your head cracking against the concrete and your teeth snapping together painfully. You brought your knife up whip fast and pressed it to his throat at the same time he drew the gun from his waistband and pressed it to your abdomen.

“You’re just turning me on even more, kitten.” He leered at you, slipping the gun down the curve of your hip and drawing the hem of your skirt up your thigh with the barrel. He brushed the edge of his hand against your panties, groaning at how soaked you were.

He brought his other hand down and shredded the thin fabric easily, tucking the ruins in his back pocket before digging his fingers into your hip, gripping you hard enough to draw bruises. He sneered at you as he slipped the gun between your legs, running the barrel between your folds and teasing it against your clit, making you arch into him with a hiss.

“God, what a fucking slut you are.” He chuckled as he slipped the cool metal over your sex, your arousal soaking the steel as you writhed against it. “Acting so stuck up, and here this cunt is begging for me. Maybe I should fuck you with my gun, would you like that?”

He pressed the tip of the barrel against your entrance and you spat in his face, pressing the knife further into his neck and giving a mock sound of sympathy as a drop of blood welled at the tip.

“Just keep doing what you’re doing, fucker.” You ordered him, grinding yourself into the steel as another round of arousal seeped from your pussy as it clenched around nothing.

“Oho, you bitch. I’m gonna fucking ruin you.” He growled menacingly at you as you slipped your hand under the buttons of his shirt, popping them open one at a time at an agonizing pace as you kept your blade trained on his jugular.

“Promises, promises.” You tutted, the coil in your abdomen growing tighter and tighter as you dug your nails into Robert’s chest, drawing a moan from deep in his throat.

He pressed the gun against your clit violently and grinned as you fell apart. Your legs trembled as you release gushed over the now-warm steel. You bit your lip as you gave a low moan, your cunt fluttering as came down from your high.

“That’s right, whore.” He withdrew the gun from between your legs and brought it up to his face, running his tongue over the barrel and moaning at the taste of you. He tossed the weapon aside carelessly before bringing his hands up to wrench the sleeves of your dress over your shoulders, until it was pooled around your ankles.

“Just fucking look at that.” He murmured as his eyes raked over you. “No wonder the Genoveses keep you a secret.”

He brought one hand to dig painfully into your breast as his other slipped between your thighs. You removed the knife from his neck before slashing it across his chest in a quick motion, making him hiss as you ducked your head to drag your tongue over the wound, moaning as the metallic taste of his blood hit your tongue.

His backhand sent your sprawling, your teeth cutting the inside of your cheek as the knife flew out of your hand. You laughed darkly as you straightened back up, spitting the blood out of your mouth as you watched him strip off his clothes.

“I’m gonna split you open and break you apart, cunt.” He spat as he stalked towards you. His body had an air of menace about it, thick corded muscles stretched over his frame that was covered in scars. “And you’re gonna fucking thank me.”

You groaned as he pounced on you, his mouth moving to trace your breasts hungrily as his fingers dug into the small of your back. You sucked in a harsh breath and wrapped your fingers in his hair painfully as you felt him sink his teeth into you and he moaned into your soft flesh. He moved his teeth over your tits in a vicious trail, marking you with them.

“Fuck.” You hissed as a particularly deep bite had him drawing blood.

He wrenched himself up to glare at you and wrapped his hand around your throat tight enough that it was cutting off your oxygen.

“I don’t wanna hear another word out of that mouth of yours.” He growled, pressing you against the wall again. “I’d shut you up with my cock, but I wanna wreck that hole between your legs first.”

He slapped his swollen tip against your pussy once before spearing into you. He grinned wolfishly as he felt your throat vibrating under his hand and he bent to scrape his teeth over your jaw.

“God, this whore pussy is so fucking tight.” He growled into your ear. “You’re squeezing me so hard, you gonna cum already?”

He felt you stiffen for a beat and then you were quivering around him, a thin whine escaping from your tightened throat as you raked your fingers down the muscles of his back, drawing deep gauges with your nails.

He slammed your head against the wall hard enough to draw blood as your release seeped over his cock, leaking down the inside of your thighs as you fought the urge to pass out.

Robert released you suddenly, his hand leaving your throat as he pulled out. You only had a second to suck in a breath as he spun you around, tilting your hips just a bit before slamming into you again. You pressed your cheek against the wall as he plunged into you brutally.

You let out a series of small whimpers as he pinched your nipples harshly, tugging at them and pulling your tits away from your body. You fought the urge to yelp when he slapped them, making your pussy clamp down on his cock as he fucked into you.

“What a good little slut you are.” He hissed in against your hair, smearing his face through the blood seeping from your head wound. “Yeah, you love the feel of my big fucking cock inside you?”

The only answer you could give was a low moan, followed by a gasp as he wrapped a hand around to pinch your clit.

“That’s right bitch, cream all over me. God you’re fucking cock drunk, aren’t you?”

You just whined as he tweaked your clit one more time and you came apart, your legs giving out. Robert wrapped a hand around your thigh and drew it up to pin against your waist as your body quivered against him, your pussy milking his cock as your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Fuck.” He whispered as his cock twitched inside you and he sank his teeth into your shoulder as he came, blood welling into his mouth as you cried wordlessly and he shot his seed into you, coating your canal in thick hot ropes that seeped out over your thighs.

He kept fucking you through it until he started to soften, then shoved you against the wall violently, pulling away and spitting your blood out of his mouth.

He watched you closely as you turned around, doing his best to keep from hardening again as he looked at you. Your hips and thighs were covered in bruises that were sure to darken even more over the next few days. There was the trace of his hand over your neck that you were absentmindedly running your fingers over. The side of your face where he had slapped you was starting to swell, a shallow cut running along your cheekbone. Blood was leaking from the corner of your mouth and your chest was covered in angry bite marks, some of them bleeding.

You wiped your hand across your face as you stared back at him, wincing. He didn’t look any better. His chest was covered in deep scratches and claw marks, smeared with blood from the cut on his chest. A thin red trail was running down his neck from the shallow prick you had made under his chin. His face was smeared with your blood from where he had buried himself in your hair, and when he turned to collect his clothes, you admired the deep gauges you’d made in his back.

“That was something.” You murmured, catching your dress in mid-air as he tossed it at you. You flicked your head towards where the body was suspended and gave a deep sigh. “Where’s your bonesaw?”

A/N: Welp, I’m going to hell, but at least I’m taking you hoes with me!

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next month’s rent (2) ✧ robert pronge

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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader

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

word count: 2,161

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

sequel to “this month’s rent”

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

He was rarely satisfied.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Eat my ass,” he said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He liked it when you called your body parts his.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck! Did he just bite your nipple?

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy.”

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

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

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Who’s Your Daddy

Summary: Robert is a bit jealous that Sundae favors Cherry over him.

Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader

Warnings: Mild language, jealousy, Sundae favoring Cherry

Word Count: 500

The first time you noticed Robert’s jealousy with little Sundae was when you two came home from a date. Sundae made little grabby hands towards you, offering sweet open mouth kisses, and then she was back to reaching for Cherry. You watch as Robert bites at his lips awkwardly, and then walks to the kitchen for a drink.

The second time was when both men had been out doing some “business” for the sheriff. Upon returning Sundae crawls quickly over to Cherry, sitting up and reaches towards him. Robert wasn’t that calm. He grunts, pushing past Cherry to pick up the small girl.

Sundae gets one look at him, her face curls up before she reaches for Cherry again. Reluctantly Robert hands her over, storming off to the backyard, slamming the door behind him. You and Cherry both look at each other awkwardly. “I got this,” you tell him, following Robert outside. “She’s just a baby you know.”

“I never wanted this life,” Robert’s voice is nearly a whisper. The grittiness is no longer present. “Never wanted one woman every day, definitely never wanted a kid. And here we are. Every time I look at her and she chooses him over me...I should have been here.”

“Where would we have been if you didn’t go to prison?” Robert looks over at you. You can tell he’s running through the millions of things that could have happened had they not followed through with The Plan. “Maybe Cherry needs to go on vacation for a week or so. You stay at the house.”

His blue eyes stare off into the distance. You have no idea that he wants to add a playground for your small daughter. Thinking about how he can make your home more enjoyable for her. “Alright, Freezy baby. Tell me what you’re thinking.”

“’M not good enough to be her father. Cherry’s a good man.”

“And Cherry is her uncle. You’re her dad, so it doesn’t matter what you think. Quit your pouting. It’s going to take work, because she has bonded with Cherry. This is what you’re gonna do. When she’s around you’re going to be soft. You’re going to pay attention to her. You’re going to start changing diapers, and feeding her. You’re going to spend time with just you and her. You’re not going to raise your voice.”

“And you think all that is going to work?” he offers a small smile.

“I do. If you want it to. I want her to recognize that you are her dad. She loves you when you’re being sweet.”

“I’m not sweet Pretty Girl,” walking over to him you sit in his lap. Laying your head against his shoulder, you begin petting his arm. “And then you do shit like this and I’m reminded of how fucking soft you’ve made me.”

“Be sweet to her then. Should we send Cherry away for a week or so?”

With a quick kiss to your cheek, he looks at you, “Not yet. How long do you think we have before Cherry comes looking for us?”

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georgiapeach30513 · 3 years

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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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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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Spider in the Roses

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge x soft dark!reader

Summary: You weren’t part of his plans, but a case of wrong place wrong time puts you on his radar.

PART 2

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, this chapter is from Robert’s POV, death threats, murder, Robert being a creep, mentions of future stalking, language

A/N: I was enabled to start this series by @geminixevans & @bucksmotel so blame them not me. This chapter is from Robert’s POV, the next will be from our readers. Anyways as stated before this is a dark fic and will deal with lots of dark themes so read at your own discretion and heed the warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Pardon any errors or typos please. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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It should have been a simple job, real simple. Get close to the mark, spray a little cyanide in his face and dance away like nothing happened. Only problem was the bitch that he had glued to his side all night. Some pretty young thing that was trying to wriggle her way out from under the mark’s arm. Pronge simply sat back and watched, reevaluating his choices. He could take them both out, but it’d be a little suspicious having two people in such close proximity die of the same unexplainable symptoms. He could feel the frustration beginning to settle in, he didn’t need this shit getting complicated. Gaze narrowed behind his glasses, Robert perked up slightly as he noticed the mark getting frustrated with the pretty inconvenience.

Pushing off from where he had been blending in at the bar, Robert spied the way the man’s grip on the girl’s arm tightened when she tried to pull away. He bet there would be bruises left behind, not that he particularly cared. She was still an inconvenience and he just wanted to get this job done so he could get paid and move on.

Drifting out the back door of the club he glanced around, not seeing either the girl or the mark he grit his teeth. Ready to let loose a string of expletives he paused when he heard the tell-tale sound of glass breaking, and the sound of a man’s voice.

“You bitch! You fucking cut me!”

“I’ll do worse if you don’t back the fuck off you piece of shit!”

Was that the inconvenience? Well this just got interesting. Robert peered around the corner, unseen as he remained in the dark shadows. His bright blue gaze took in the sight before him. The pretty inconvenience stood there, a broken bottle in her trembling hands as she held it between herself and the prick that Robert had been hired to kill. Judging from the large gash against the man’s cheek he’d already tried his luck. He would have laughed if he weren’t so interested in seeing just what the sweet looking thing in front of him would do if pressed further.

“I’ll kill you, I know where you work, where you go to school, I know where you fucking live bitch! I’ll find you and kill you.” The mark spat, and to Robert’s surprise the man lunged at the girl. It was likely that he didn’t expect her to follow through with her threat. That was a miscalculation because faster than Robert could blink she’d stabbed her hand forward and jabbed it into the man’s chest. Robert watched wide eyed, a twisted smirk on his lips he watched the cheap shirt that the man wore tear under the jagged edges of the glass bottle. She had apparently struck deep, blood pouring from the wound as the mark reeled back only to lunge again. This time the man’s bloody hands found purchase around the girl’s throat and squeezed.

That was when hell seemed to break free. Her shriek of fury and fear was absolutely terrifying, even to Robert’s ears and there wasn’t much that made him jump in surprise. But she had managed it, surprising him with the violence that she lashed out with. Her hand slashed and stabbed with the bottle until the would be attacker was falling back, and slumping against the brick siding of the building he’d dragged her behind.

The little rose has thorns. Robert thought to himself, watching as she followed the body down as it slid to the ground.

Briefly, he had half a mind to reveal himself just to tell her that she could make the man anymore dead. Instead, Robert stood there palming his dick through his pants as he watched her little act of brutality. He might have started off irritated at her presence, but now Robert couldn’t help but admire the way the crimson splotches of blood splattered against her. It soaked into parts of her little black dress, making it cling to her body. Little splatters landed against her face and the exposed flesh that the dress didn’t cover.

Sure she was pretty, but seeing her like this? Well for someone as twisted as Robert Pronge it was one of the sexiest things he’d seen in a long while.

“Shit...shit, shit, shit...FUCK! What did I do, what did I fucking do?” Even her panicked voice had his cock growing harder, and Robert was seconds away from simply snatching her up himself when she suddenly bolted as she furiously wiped the blood from her skin.

Now it was Robert’s turn to curse. She was gone, and he was left with a mess and a hard cock. It would have been easy to leave the body and the evidence there for someone else to find. The broken bottle was sure to have her prints all over it, the body likely had her DNA, and then there was the purse she’d dropped in the middle of the altercation. Robert stepped out of the shadows and picked up the small crystal encrusted handbag, rifling through it and pulling out the little murderess’ driver’s license. He spoke the name printed on it, as if he were testing it out on his tongue before he slipped the ID back into the handbag and decided he’d hold onto it for the time being.

As for the body and the evidence? Well Pronge managed to clean it all up without being seen, saving the broken bottle in a plastic bag just in case.

Once it was all said and done he made the call the next day, explaining that the hit went down but not as cleanly as they had intended while leaving the presence of the girl out. No open caskets for the prick currently chilling in his deep freezer.

“That’s not what the fuck we agreed on.”

“Yeah well shit happens, either way the fucker’s dead and I still expect to get paid.”

Silence.

“Hey! Did you hear what the fuck I said?”

“Yeah I heard you.” A huff and a few choice words later. “Fine. I’ll pay. Half of what we agreed on since you had to go and fuck it up.”

“We didn’t agree on half you f—”

“We agreed on a clean, untraceable kill that looked like natural causes. Not a fucking gangland special! You can take half or nothing at all.”

“Fine. Have my money ready for me to pick up tomorrow.” Robert said nothing else until the phone was hung up. Cursing and slamming the receiver of the payphone down before he stalked back over to his truck with a menacing glower.

A glinting from the passenger seat caught his gaze, the handbag that the little rose had left behind. An idea struck him then, this was technically her fault. She’d been the wrench thrown into the works and it had been her that left the body in such a state that now Robert was only going to get paid half of what he was owed. As far as he was concerned she owed him, not only had he spared her, but he’d cleaned up her mess as well. Yeah a plan was forming, he just needed to do a little recon first. Find out her habits, and patterns and then he could figure out the best way to get her right where he wanted her.

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