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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“You Can Have Fun Too” poster, created by Mick Hicks for SFAF, 1984

"In 1984, Rick Crane, director of the (San Francisco AIDS Foundation) at the time, hired famed local photographer Mick Hicks to photograph two men for a safe-sex poster to be put in the city’s gay bars, baths, and other locations. Hicks worked for virtually all the LGBTQ newspapers in the Bay Area and had spent a year and a half photographing people with AIDS, chronicling their struggle with the disease. He quickly accepted the commission.

At the same time, a young Black man named Robert Gray, a native San Franciscan raised in the Bayview Hunter’s Point area of the city, and a proud sixth-generation descendant of the Georgetown 272 (a group of 272 African slaves who were sold, in 1838 by the Jesuit priests who ran George University to keep the school afloat), was rather well known in the Castro and Tenderloin areas. “I had started meeting and dating guys in my junior year in high school,” he told me. “I went to high school four or five blocks from the Castro. I would find my way up through the bar scene during that time, sneaking into gay bars and discos.” Of course, he realized that AIDS was rampant through the city.

One day, as 24-year-old Robert wandered down Castro Street, a man approached him and asked if he would pose for a photo for a safe-sex poster for San Francisco AIDS Foundation. “The gentleman advised me that a young photographer named Mick Hicks was looking for two subjects, one Black male and one white male, for the poster. Having seen so many of my personal friends succumb to this deadly virus, I felt it was something I needed to do to help stop the spread of this horrific disease. I asked myself, ‘Why not?’ With AIDS affecting so many of my gay brothers and sisters, I felt it was my responsibility to do something to contribute to AIDS awareness and prevention. I needed to take action, whatever I could do to be a voice of action and help my community.” He agreed on the spot to do the poster.

“You Can Have Fun (and be safe too)” read the final poster. The image that Hicks created featured Robert, shot from the back, embracing a white model (Hicks’ partner Nick Cuccia), his white arm and bubble-butt standing out prominently against Robert’s skin. Even the Chronicle columnist Herb Caen took notice of the photo. The sex-positive message of the poster advocated “mutual masturbation,” “erotic massage,” “imagination and fantasies,” and “limiting social drugs.” The poster portrayed and promoted gay sex as normal, expected behavior, and emphasized the pleasure that could be had while still protecting oneself against transmission of the virus. The poster caused a huge sensation and started appearing in gay bars, discos, and bathhouses from San Francisco to New York. Mr. Gray told me, “As the young kids would say today, ‘it went viral,’ no pun intended!”

(Castro, San Francisco postcard, 1984)

Regrettably, the poster also launched a two-pronged backlash, one prong based in religious prudery, the other in racism.

By asserting that gay sex could be both fun and safe, the poster was the first to portray gay sex as normal, healthy, and fun. Even before AIDS, gay sex had been viewed as aberrant, “unnatural.” As an offshoot of that prejudice, AIDS was thought by many as a visitation of the wrath of God on immoral men who were violating God’s law. How many times did we hear in the early 1980s, “At least AIDS is killing all the right people”? The poster’s sex-positive message was condemned as an affront to decency and family values.

Even more lamentably, the poster inadvertently shone a light on the racial animus within San Francisco’s gay community. As Rick Crane told the Bay Area Reporter in 2014, “Gays as a group were considered second-class citizens and, ironically, gays themselves were treating gay blacks the same way — as second-class citizens.” Although racial tensions had eased somewhat from the flashpoints of the ‘60s and ‘70s, there was still a clear racial divide in the bars in the Castro. The Pendulum was the Castro’s only gay bar where black men and white men went comfortably to meet; the other Castro bars catered primarily to whites. The Trap, located in the Tenderloin district, also catered to interracial couples. Thus, some of the bars and other establishments refused to display the poster, deeming it “unacceptable.” Regarding the response to the poster, Gray said, “I would go into bars, and I would hear the chatter amongst people about the poster. I heard some really positive things, but also some really negative, racially motivated things.

(Below: "Thyrell And Chris Outside The Pendulum Bar SF", 1986 by Jim James aka Photojimsf)

“At the time that I did the poster,” he continued, “I had no idea that it would be so controversial. Honestly, had I known this upfront, I might not have done it. But looking back on it now, I would do it again because it was the right thing to do.” But still, he laments, “Who would have thought that a photo would open my eyes to the racism within the gay community? We are so much more alike as a people than different. One would think we could get along better and come together for a cause greater than us individually. Being a proud Black gay man, I must fight harder than most for myself and for those who come after me.”

These days, Robert Gray is still that proud Black gay man who changed the face of safe-sex advocacy. Sixty-two years old now, nearly forty years since he posed for the SFAF poster, he is semi-retired and lives in Vallejo, California. He is now a widower, having lost his partner of 42 years (his husband since 2013). He remains quite proud of the poster to this day, even if that pride is somewhat tempered by what he considers a lack of recognition for his work. “I thought over time I would see the poster in the gay pride parades or that I would be given some special honor from major players in the movement, like GLAAD. There is still a lot of racism in the gay community.”

Adapted from a February 18, 2022 article by Hank Trout:

https://www.sfaf.org/collections/status/why-did-a-safe-sex-poster-spark-controversy-in-1984/

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Everything to hide

A/N: Look guys, I got issues. I can only imagine this man as a daddy istg.

Stepdad!Robert Pronge x little!Reader: Your mom goes on a trip to Vegas and comes back with an ice cream man as your new daddy

TW: RAPE/NONCON, dark, age regression (if ya'll aren't into that just in case), ddlg, blackmail, threats, spanking, dumbification, degradation, choking, reader uses a pacifier and nursing bottle

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Let's be honest. You knew letting your mom go on that trip with her friends was a bad idea, but after everything you also knew she needed something to use as a distraction. Your aunt had died a month ago as a victim to one of the many serial killings happening in your city, her mangled corpse was hanging from your guys' tree, it's been chopped down ever since. Your aunt was your mom's arm to cry on after your dad died, and now she was gone too. For the longest time, it was just your small family just outside the city filled with love and laughter, now it's empty and quiet. The shock of it all almost took your mother with her and despite your efforts, she was barely getting better. Two weeks later, she comes barging through the front door with a dopey grin and a pair of glasses with a smoky smirk right behind her. You freaked out that she just brought a random man she married, but after talking with her you realized that he was the only thing that has made her smile in so long. You relented, it wasn't exactly like you could do anything anyways, they already got married back in Vegas.

At first, you thought he was sleazy but he ended up being kind and thoughtful enough to your mother. It warmed your heart to see her so happy. You thought he was pretty creepy until he offered you some popsicles he made himself and you were hooked. Every time you got a "special" treat it gave you tingles, the way he smiled and watched you eat them had you feeling tingly too but you'd never say that out loud. Now it's been 4 months, and you've all gotten used to each other. You still live with your mom and worked from home to keep an eye on her in case she'd have another breakdown.

You were nervous about Robert moving in at first, after your dad had died it seemed like you were a lost kid again with depression and your intrusive thoughts kicking in. So you could only do what you knew and had allowed yourself small moments to regress in the small area you managed to set up in the basement. There was a built in bed on one of the sidewalls that your father built if there were ever guests. You ended up utilizing it and had set up string lights and some comfy blankets and plushies. There was also a small built in shelf that you could put your laptop on and watch cute shows. All of it was setup behind the stairs so you could have a little privacy, your mother usually never comes down because the basement was your dad's personal area but to you, it felt safe.

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Your mom had just left for business trip to Korea and you and Robert were waving her goodbye from the front door. As you went inside, his hand gently brushed against your lower back but you didn't think much of it. Going to the kitchen to grab a beer, Robert looked at you and said, "How are you doing with work, honey? Do you think you're gonna be okay without your mom?" He knew your mother would check in on you a few times while you worked to make sure you took care of yourself. At times, it seemed like you wouldn't sleep for days if you couldn't get something done. "I think I'll be fine, she reminded to set alarms to eat before she left." He comes up to you now and brushes your stray hairs, "Ok well, if you need anything I'll be right across the hallway." The way he says it has you a little off put but you brush it off knowing he's always been a little creepy like that from the first time you met him. After you thank him, he kisses your forehead and walks off to his and your mom's room.

It's been hours now and your eyes are starting to sting from staring at your screen all day. You look back at your phone and it's already 10pm, guess your eating some crackers and spray cheese (fuck off, it's delicious). You stalk off to the kitchen and grab your snacks, as you're walking back to your room you notice the basement door is cracked. Your heart drops and so do your snacks, you can't tell if the thumping sound in your ears is your heart or the sound of your feet running down the stairs. Once you get down there, all you can hear is loud groans and rocking coming from behind the stairs, you look back in horror and there he is. Robert could hear you from upstairs and was already looking in your direction as he fucks your pillow, "Aawww shit sugar, looks like you find my secret. Then again, I found yours a long time ago." Your eyes start to tear up, "H-how did you kn-know?" He's getting riled up from seeing you cry and starts going harder and rougher, "Baby, I found out a long time ago. I knew about your little secret from the first time I gave you that ice cream when you got out of school. His eyes darken with amusement at your shock, "Don't you remember? Your dad brought you to my truck after you got bullied and bought you a little treat. God you're cute little mouth licking that cream had me so fuckin' hard. Seems like you're dad caught onto me and rushed you out." At that point, you're freaking out and try to rush to the stairs. As your fingertips brush the doorknob, a pair of thick arms come dragging you back down and push you onto the ground. A hand grabs your hair and you can feel him grind his hardness onto you. "You didn't let me fucking finish the story sweetie. Ugh I was pissed off at your piss poor excuse of a father for taking you away, I'm so glad I killed him." Your screaming and kicking as he yanks your shorts down, "I spent all this time trying to figure out how to keep you, only for that stupid bitch to find me outside your window. Had me so fucking angry, I strung up that cunt's guts as a little present. God, your terrified face was hot I wanted to fuck your mouth until you choked." He's pressing one hand against your throat as the other is grasping his dick and trailing precum against your cunt. "Only took a little bit of watching to find out your mom was taking a trip and followed her there to marry her. Ah fuck! All these year of waiting, and you're my little girl now! My precious little baby, fuck after watching you on the cameras I set up, I couldn't get enough!! Your sweet little lips sucking on your paci and that fucking bottle ugh! I'm finally taking what I fucking deserve!" He shoves in all the way and you're screaming from the pain, he's so big and it's brushing against all of the right spots now. Your mind is hazy and you drop limp from the pleasure, eyes rolling back. "Fuck yes, there's my dumb little baby. Seeing you go dumb while rubbing that tight little cunt on your stuffies had me drooling. Huh baby? You want me to fuck your brain dumber? You want me to cum inside you? Ah shit yes, I'm gonna cum inside of you!" You're pleading and shaking your head no and he thrusts into you a few more times before you feel the rush of cum flow inside of you. He's petting your hair and shushing you as you sob. As you get up, he pulls you down over his lap and gives you a few hard spanks, "Tell your mother and I'll send her ass right to hell with the others." Crying in his arms now you say, "Okay..." "Say 'yes daddy, I understand.'"

"Y-yes daddy, I un-understand."

"Good girl."

A/N: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS DARK! Yeah yeah I'm fucked up but I really wanted to write something pretty horrifying with Robert. I'm planning on writing some little shorts of what he's done before the Reader found out so let me know if you guys' would want that. But thank you so much and let me know if you guys enjoyed it or not!

Bye loves!

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk

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

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”

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

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

“Mommy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make it that fucking simple.”

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

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

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

“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”

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

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t need to hear this.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And later we’re going to play with…”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”

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

“Pie!  Cherry pie.”

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

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

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

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[littlelioncub43]

I’m sorry but…..imagine sub!robert pronge and dark!reader

No no don't apologize 😈 I'm thinking about mob boss!reader once more 💖

"Tsk tsk tsk," you shake your head at the man kneeling on your bedroom floor before you. You say nothing as you circle him. Robert feels your eyes locked on him, he could also feel your anger and your disappointment.

He didn't like that fear gathered in the pit of his stomach, he was the best hitman this side of the Mississippi. But he made the mistake of not taking you seriously before and that left him with a severed tongue and a shit load of trauma.

He gasps when you suddenly yank his head back by his hair, your nose trailing up the side of his face. A shiver shoots up the length of his spine when he hears you sigh at the scent of his shampoo.

"What did I tell you about touching yourself, Bobby?" You whisper in his ear. Your voice was deceitful, too calm and collected for it to be real, and Robert knew that. He gulped and tried to steady himself.

"It's not allowed..." he answered dutifully. He was already in trouble but he didn't want to piss you off any more by talking back. Last time he talked back, you punishment nearly killed him; he couldn't sit or walk properly for a week after.

"Unless?" You prompt with a firm tug to his hair. His obedience was enough to have your pussy fluttering.

"Unless you say so," he whimpers. You giggle in a teasingly deep voice. Robert hates how his dick reacts to your breath on his neck and your sultry voice in his ear.

"Good boy," you coo, "Now. You're going to take your fucking punishment, and you're going to fucking thank me for it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

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[royalsweetteaa]

Hey

I just wanna ask would you ever consider adding more of CE characters in your HCs in future…

You know I love your HC perspective and would want more of his characters may be in them

Bye bye

😘😘😘

I mean, there aren’t many good characters left? 😂 (jk, jk)

Originally thought of adding Colin Shea from ‘What’s your number’, but after a thorough consideration I turned the idea down because to me he’s basically a sweeter version of Johnny and without powers.

Colin’s SO FUCKING PRETTY but it’s so easy to just imagine him as Johnny in these scenes. He’s a matured version of Johnny basically. Still love him tho as a rom com character. 🥰

Also I unironically like Jake Wyler. But I’m unfortunately not motivated to include him.

Side note, I used to read some dark fics with Jake before I ever considered writing here myself and I love them so much, — Here’s a few of these that came to mind and I recommend because they are so good:

Teddy bear - dark!Jake Wyler x Christian!reader by @stuckysdumbbitch

Peaches & cream - dark!soft!Jake Wyler x reader by @mypoisonedvine

I really like Lloyd Hansen but I have yet to be really attracted to the character to the point where I’m actually interested in writing him so…we’ll see? I’ve given him one special appearance in a HC so I might continue with that of adding him as a bonus character.

Nick Gant is so sweet from what I’ve seen, I want to see the movie with him because I bet I’ll love him. Maybe I’ll add him if I like him enough. ;)

Saw ‘fierce people’ with Bryce Langley recently and considered on making a fic with him or add him to some dark upcoming HCs because he is like…perfect dark fic source material. He’s so fucked up and I’m ashamed to say I find him kind of hot…if we ignore the specific things he did. But idk I have mixed feelings. Let me know if I should.

Otherwise —

I haven’t seen the movies with Lucas Lee, Robert Pronge or Curtis Everett (not interested in seeing them either), already made up my mind on not writing Mike Weiss because he’s based on a real person and that bothers me a bit, I don’t really care for Frank Adler (sorry, haha), and lastly while it’s a good movie Chris directed and playing the character Nick Vaughan, the character himself is bland to me, I’m sorry. 😭

Hope that clears up my thoughts and status of other CE characters, tho I’m curious which specific characters you were hoping I’d add @elle14-blog1 👀

[imyourbratzdoll]

If bucky werent the grinch imagine bucky is jack frost type or The tooth fairy

Another grinch sides bucky could be Robert Pronge

Andy fits The sandman

He would’ve hehe.

Okay other than Bucky.

Who works for

Jack Frost -

Tooth Fairy -

Nightmare/Boogeyman/Pitch Black (whatever his name is) -

Let’s think! Make sure they aren’t the elves, Santa or the grinch because they will get mad if you try and give them a different job😭😹 (mostly the elves- except Steve! He loves being helpful)

Andy for the Sandman! I love that! Everyone okay with that?

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[smutsonian]

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

mr freezy is a softie

robert pronge x female reader

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

word count: 549

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[georgiapeach30513]

Do you think Ghosted is his worst movie? I honestly didn’t think it was that bad but I do agree with people that say it felt like chatGBT wrote the script.

My personal least favorites of his were Iceman & Street Kings. I just couldn’t get into them and stopped watching it after his characters died (which is rare, I almost always finish the movie)

Fierce people is another one where it feels like your in a fever dream while watching it. I wouldn’t say it’s his worst movie but it’s just - bizarre.

But yeah- out of those it does shock me Playing it cool is his worst rated.

Do I think Ghosted was awful? No. I don’t. I think it was never meant to be a serious movies. And I have talked at length on my issues with Ghosted. However, do I think it’s one of his worst movies? Yeah.

The man has a long list of movies, some of them will be the worst. I don’t even want to think about rating them. But yeah, for me Ghosted is one of his worst movies. It’s far from being one of the worst movies I’ve seen. And if we’re being honest the issues started with the script.

I actually really enjoyed Street Kings. The Iceman is meh to me. I think he did well in both the roles of Robert Pronge and Paul Diskant.

Fierce People had parts that were meant to be a fever dream. But his role as Bryce Langley is amazing. He did well in that part. I know some people compare Bryce to Ransom, but no. Bryce is closer to Lloyd.

But Playing It Cool should not be lower than Ghosted by any stretch of the imagination.

[littlelioncub43]

Not a request but imagine this fr fun

basment husband robert pronge tries to jerk off when dark reader isnt there and cant be satisfied with his hand any more she left him toys he can play his ass is stretched alot from alot of pegging she allows him to relive himself only with his ass not jerking off he ends up using the thickest dildo riding it while the toy is sticked to the floor . Hes turned on and feels pathetic this is the way only to close his eyes in bliss moaning like the whore he is . When he opened his eyes to see dark reader smiling and a gun on hand in case grinning while she watches robert ride that dildo and degrades him "look at you, your hand on your cock cant satisfy you anymore" "thats right honey ride that cock like the slut your ment to be" "such a good whore for me " he rides the toy more and hates it he gets turned on by her degrading him after alot of riding the toy and moaning like a whore he came so hard " lick your mess or you will be punished" as hes disgusted of licking a mans cum hes better off obeying her than gettinf killed he obeyd her comand licking his spent grossed out on what he tastes like . She pets his head" good whore"

Jeepers 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

I live for making Bobby ride a dildo 😇 all because I need to praise him for it in the most degrading way possible.

[starryevermore]

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.”

[ilovefandoms102]

Captivated by You

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

Summary: The beginning of a love story…

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

Part 2

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not all love stories are happy however…

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

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

My clothes…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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