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laz3otakugirl · 8 months

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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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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Home for the Holidays | Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x reader

summary: robert is tired of pretending to be normal, he’s tired of the shitty holiday known as christmas and he’s really fucking tired of watching his adorable, innocent next door neighbor without getting a real taste. luckily, he has a plan to solve all three of these things.

word count: a bit over 5k

warnings: smut (noncon, vaginal and anal), gunplay, bondage, stalking, kidnapping, slight-to-medium breeding kink, innocent!reader, lots of degradation, blood mention, pain kink, spitting, implied age gap (??? kinda), cringy and disturbing dirty talk, maaaaybe the darkest thing I’ve ever written… proceed with extreme caution

Robert hated the holidays. The fact that it was too cold to sell ice cream was a factor, sure, but he didn’t like anything else about them either— the cheesy music, the stupid advertisements on TV, the gaudy decorations everywhere… he wasn’t sure if there was anything he liked about this time of year. Getting gifts would be nice if he actually had any friends or family to do that with. Giving gifts sounded like too much fucking work anyway. He was sick and tired of this stupid holiday and the way it started sooner every year, too.

This year, when he heard Jingle Bell Rock on the radio for the first time of the season, something snapped. He wasn’t going to just sit idly by and let the holidays come and go. He wasn’t going to avoid and half-tolerate all the dreaded ‘cheer’ and ‘spirit’ like he had for the past few years. No no, this year was going to be different.

This year, he was going to get a Christmas present for himself: you.

He’d been watching you for a long time, since the day you moved in next door. It wasn’t often that a young woman lived alone around here, and for good reason. Still, you had this air of blissful ignorance about you— you never caught him spying on you, for one, and when he was spying you were always off in your own little world, listening to your records, daydreaming about god-knows-what. He wished he could know, because he figured it was something innocent and wholesome.

You weren’t all innocent and wholesome, though. He’d seen you doing the things you did when you were totally alone (or at least, you thought you were), late at night, cuddled up under the covers…

He wanted to see more, though. He wanted to see everything. And he was tired of waiting.

He was on his porch when you came home, and he waved; you waved back, your hands obscured by big fuzzy mittens. Damn did he miss the summers, when you would wear tank tops and short shorts and wash your car in the sunlight. Now you were all bundled up in coats and scarves, and even though you looked sort of adorable like this, he missed that perfect body he knew you were hiding under there.

You were bringing groceries in from the car, and he could see you had a few bags in the backseat. “That’s a lot to carry, lemme help you,” he offered as he jumped up from his seat and walked towards you.

“Oh, it’s fine, I’ve got it,” you dismissed, but you started to stumble and he had to catch you so you wouldn’t fall and drop your stuff. “Thanks,” you mumbled awkwardly as you caught your footing— you felt so good in his arms he could barely stand it.

“What is all this?” he asked as he glanced into the bags.

“Oh, uh, just Christmas stuff,” you explained. He furrowed his brow as he saw you had bought enough food to feed a whole family.

“Your folks comin’ into town or something?” he pressed, pulling one of the paper bags open to see inside. “Or are you hosting a party I didn’t get invited to?”

“Uh, neither,” you laughed, “my family doesn’t… no, they’re not coming. And there’s no party. I just love cooking Christmas food and I thought, why not? I mean, I’ll freeze whatever I can’t finish and have meals for the next month…”

“So you’re gonna make this whole ham just for yourself?” he clarified, admiring your ambition.

“Yep!” you grinned. “I know it’s stupid, but I just love Christmas and I don’t think I need to justify celebrating it to a grinch like you.”

“A grinch? Says who?”

“Freezy, you’re the only house on the block that hasn’t put up lights yet,” you smirked. “It’s sort of obvious you don’t like this time of year.”

“Are you kidding? I love Christmas! I’m just subtle about it, that’s all,” he decided sternly.

“Really? Are you going to see anyone for the holidays then?” you pressed.

“Uh, no, I’m sort of an… orphan, I guess you could say. No parents or siblings or anything like that.”

“No girlfriend?” you grinned, elbowing him playfully.

“I don’t have a girlfriend,” he laughed, “I just know a few women who would be really mad if they heard me say that.”

“You’re such a dog,” you rolled your eyes. “Will you help me carry these in or not?”

He sighed as he picked up two bags and carried them up to your porch, pushing the door open with his back to set them on your counters. He’d been inside your place a few times— mostly with you there, a few times when you weren’t— and he noticed how much you’d changed in the spirit of the season: an enormous, real pine covered in lights and ribbons; decorative ceramic figures all over the place including Santa, elves, reindeer, and even a nativity on the dining table; stockings on the mantle, god knows who those were even for.

You had literally decked your halls with boughs of holly.

“Damn, woman, you went all out!” he observed with wide eyes.

“Well, I thought it would be nice,” you smiled, although it was a somber smile, “you know, Christmas like it used to be…” you trailed off as your gaze became distant. You snapped back to reality with a little sigh, shaking it off and heading back to the car for another load of bags. He understood that emptiness he saw in your eyes, it was all he felt anymore. Maybe you could change that for him; maybe he could change that for you.

Aw, who was he kidding? He didn’t care about that. He just wanted to figure out what you were hiding underneath those puffy winter clothes. If the smell of your stolen panties was anything to go by, it was going to be worth the wait.

Christmas Eve was just as boring and cold as any other day, except that it was filled with a riveting anticipation. That was probably true for most people, but for Robert it was for something much more exciting than presents under the tree.

Nightfall came early, it being winter and all, so it was already pitch dark outside when it was just about time for him to go over for dinner. He considered smashing a window to get in, but then you might call the cops before he had time to explain, so he decided the easier method was just to knock on the front door. He didn’t really care who saw at this point— besides, who’d be staring out their window to spy on their neighbors the night before Christmas? Aside from Robert, that is.

“Oh!” you gasped when you answered the door. The dark red turtleneck looked even better on you up close, like you’d jumped right out of a Norman Rockwell postcard— or a festive pin-up. He didn’t wait for your approval before stepping in and shutting the door behind him, relishing the adorable look you wore as you stared up at him with the perfect mix of confusion and concern.

“I know you didn’t invite me,” he smirked, “but I figure two people alone on Christmas ought to be together, don’t you think?”

“Robert, I—”

He pulled his gun out from his belt, watching you freeze as he pointed it at you.

“I think you should start making dinner, sweetheart,” he instructed darkly. You nodded quickly, walking to the kitchen as he followed you closely. “What are you making?”

“H-ham,” you stuttered nervously as you turned on the stove before slipping on a cute little apron with white lace around the edges. “With green bean casserole, and some gingerbread for dessert.”

“Sounds delicious,” he grinned, taking a seat at the bar and keeping his gun pointed towards you.

Your hands were shaking as you tried to chop the ingredients, and he tutted a little in sympathy. “Don’t be scared, honey, ‘m not gonna hurt ya. It’s gonna be a great Christmas— just like the way it used to be, huh?”

“Y-yeah,” you shivered, lip quivering, “I… I wish you just would’ve asked if you could have some dinner, Robert, I would’ve happily had you.”

“Oh, you’re gonna have me either way. Up to you if you wanna be happy about it.”

He laughed as he watched your eyes start to water, a meek little sniffle

“Aw, don’t cry, pretty baby,” he cooed, “it’ll make me wanna skip right to the good stuff. But, let’s just have dinner first.”

You stayed quiet after that, cooking in silence as he unabashedly undressed you with his eyes. You looked like a perfect little housewife in that apron; he wanted to see you wearing just that, so he could bend you over the counter and—

Damn, he was already hard, just like that. You’d always had such an effect on him.

He went ahead and took a seat at the table once you were nearly done with the meal, leaning back to let you drape the fancy napkin over his lap (and smirking when you gasped a bit, obviously noticing the bulge in his jeans).

“I hope you like it,” you offered weakly as you set his plate in front of him.

“I’m sure you do,” he grinned, picking up his fork. “You won’t like what’s gonna happen if I don’t.”

You just stood beside him for a moment as he took the first bite, smiling weakly when he hummed in content at the taste. “Aren’t ya gonna eat?” he asked, looking you up and down.

“I’m not hungry,” you explained quickly.

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged, “it’s good. You’re quite the little chef, aren’t ya?”

“Um, I suppose…” you deflected awkwardly.

“Learn to take a compliment,” he hissed, “say ‘thank you.’”

“Thank you,” you replied dutifully.

“That’s better,” he announced firmly, shovelling the last bite of casserole into his mouth before working on the slices of ham. Your ability to follow instructions was a good sign for how tonight was going to go— apparently for all your naivete, you still had a self-preservation instinct. He couldn’t wait to exploit it.

He continued his meal in silence, delighting in the way your eyes watered and your lip quivered. “Alright, sweetie, dinner’s over,” he announced when he was finished. “Time for dessert.”

You shivered slightly as he stood up and approached you. “You want gingerbread?” you asked innocently. He frowned and shook his head, watching you start to cry again as he roughly grabbed your arm and pulled you closer.

“I had something even sweeter in mind,” he informed you with a low growl, taking a big whiff of your scent— that same shampoo smell he was used to by now, mixed in with the new perfume you’d gotten a few weeks ago along with the warm, spicy smells of Christmas. “Been waitin’ so long for this,” he groaned lowly as he leaned down to stare right into your fear-widened eyes.

“N-no, please,” you whimpered, weakly attempting to twist out of his grip, “you wouldn’t—”

“I would,” he disagreed as he turned his gun backwards, whipping you across the head with the handle. He caught you before you collapsed, and hoped you wouldn’t be hurting too much when you woke up. But he would deal with that then. Right now, he had a present to wrap.

There was a radiating ache in your skull. You felt that first as you groggily opened your eyes. The next thing you noticed was that you weren’t in your bed. Looking around, you couldn’t see well because the only light was from your Christmas tree, but you could see that you were naked and bound with ropes. Oddly enough, on top of the ropes was thick red ribbon, gathered in a big bow right at your chest.

What the fuck is going on? you were about to ask yourself, but then it all became clear.

The shadows shifted, and your neighbor emerged from them. You struggled against the ropes as you remembered everything, realizing what was happening. Of course you had always thought he was a bit creepy (who didn’t?) but you were nice to him and he was nice to you. How could you have known he was this disturbed?

“That’s my favorite part,” he purred as he stooped down to be eye-level with you. “The moment when they realize what’s going to happen. You were so peaceful just a moment ago, knocked out and without a care in the world, and now you’re fighting for your life.”

You whimpered into the gag as he smiled at you, running his hands over your skin.

“I mean, not fighting very well, but fighting.”

You tried to kick him as he stepped closer but the ropes made it impossible.

“I think it’s time to open my present, hm?” he grinned. You shook your head but he ignored you, slowly pushing your legs apart and growling a little when he saw your exposed pussy, ripe for the taking. “Look at that, you’re wet,” he laughed. You wrenched your eyes shut, refusing to believe this was happening. “Don’t be embarrassed, that happens a lot. Although I’ll admit, I don’t think any of them were ever this wet before…”

You jumped when his thumb started to rub your clit, the pressure much too intense and unexpected. He laughed at your struggle, and you could feel your walls throbbing in response to the stimulation.

“I know I didn’t need to do all this to get you in bed,” he continued his taunting rant. “I know you wanted me already— don’t think I didn’t notice you makin’ googly eyes at me like a dumb little schoolgirl. If I’d’ve asked you out, I could’ve had you under me after a few drinks… but it’s better this way. You probably would’ve made me wear a condom, would’ve made me be all gentle with ya, some wholesome missionary shit,” he laughed. “I don’t have time for that crap. It’s so much better with your body at my disposal, and you cryin’ those pretty tears.”

The shocks that shot up your spine from the way he was touching you made you feel like your body was betraying you. How could this actually feel good? How was it that the fear burning in your gut was actually adding to your pleasure and not nullifying it?

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he groaned as if he were reading your mind. “I know you love it, little girl, don’t act so innocent. I know you’re not the good girl everybody thinks you are. You’ve been naughty this year, haven’t you?”

Even though logic told you not to play into his twisted game, you felt compelled to shake your head ‘no.’

“Don’t lie,” he warned, “I’ve seen you. I’ve watched you play with this pretty pussy every fucking night.”

You couldn’t watch this any more, you couldn’t look at him while he did this to you. Forcing your eyes shut, you tried to find a place in your mind to run away to. Instead, he slapped you right on your clit and your eyes shot open as you whined.

“Keep looking,” he instructed. “I want you to see it. I want you to know that it’s me. I want you to see what I’m about to put in you.”

He stepped back and hastily discarded his shirt, making quick work of his boots and trousers, too. Then it was just his boxers, and you could see the outline of his erection already. You hoped it wasn’t as big as it looked, but then he grinned as he pulled the fabric down and yep, it was— you tried to squirm away, uselessly.

“Aw, don’t be scared, baby,” he pouted, “I know it’s big, but with how wet you are I bet it’ll fit like a glove. A really, really tight glove…”

He leaned down and pressed his lips right against your ear, rubbing his swollen head through your slick folds as you whined.

“Gloves can tear,” he chuckled. “Gloves can rip.”

Tears stained the ribbon of your gag as you tried to beg him not to, but it was too late— he was pushing forward and spearing you onto him.

“Fuck!” he groaned as he pushed all the way to the hilt, and your eyes rolled back as the stinging, burning pain shot up your spine. “So fuckin’ tight, fuck, can’t believe I waited this long to get my hands on you.”

He pulled the gag down, smiling at you tenderly when you coughed out a cry of pain. “Please,” you sobbed, “please stop…”

“No no, babygirl, I’m not gonna stop. I wanna fill this slutty little cunt with my come.”

Renewed sobs shook your chest as your nails dug into your own palms, each thrust somehow going even deeper than the last, somehow hurting even more.

“Want my come, pretty girl?” he pressed, refusing to let you ignore him. “Want me to shoot my load into this sweet pussy a’yours?”

“No,” you sobbed weakly, shaking your head, “no, no…” you trailed off, chanting it like a mantra as you felt like you might pass out.

“Aw, you’re not on the pill, are you?” he realized with a toothy grin. “Never saw any empty packs in your trash. Are you worried I’ll knock you up?”

“Please, please don’t,” you shivered. There was nothing quite as demeaning as having no recourse but to beg even when you knew it would do nothing. The only thing that came close was the knowledge that your orgasm wasn’t so far off— his cock was slamming right into your spot with every movement, his hips rubbing your swollen clit, and it was impossible to avoid the pleasure that was making your walls tighten around him.

“How could I not?” he countered. “Fuck, you feel so good, how could I not breed this dripping, desperate cunt, hm? There’s no way I’m pulling out now when you’re squeezin’ my dick so good like this.”

“Please,” you repeated, so quiet you couldn’t be sure he heard it at all. You could hardly breathe with his weight on your chest, black static dancing at the edges of your peripheral vision.

“I’ll be honest— I hate kids,” he growled, “never wanted ‘em, but it does sound like a lot of fun to get you pregnant. Would you like that, pretty baby? Bein’ full of my kid? I’d be so nice to watch you get big and know it was all my fault. Think of it like a Christmas gift, from one neighbor to another.”

“Robert, please!” you cried, although it sounded a lot like you were begging him for more as opposed to begging him for mercy. You weren’t sure how that happened, except that you could feel the coil in your gut tightening and tightening and tightening until it finally fucking snapped and you choked on nothing, your walls fluttering as a gush of wetness seeped out between your bodies.

“That’s it,” he groaned, “fuck, what a nasty little skank you are, Jesus… coming so hard from being tied up and abused by your neighbor, who knew you were a total freak?”

You couldn’t say anything, you couldn’t even think as hazy pleasure flooded your brain and you went limp in his oppressive grasp. Exhaustedly, you slumped down and let him use you— all you could do now was hope he would finish soon.

“I mean, I knew,” he laughed, “but damn… you’re somethin’ else.”

He said it with pride in his voice, as your entire body burned with shame. How had you already given in so quickly, accepted your fate and come harder than you ever had before? It sort of made sense that this would be more intense than what you got from getting yourself off at night (and the thought that he’d been watching you made your stomach churn), but why was this so much better than the sweet, loving sex you’d had with your boyfriend way back when, before he’d run out on you? Why was Robert, as disturbed as he was, the best you’d ever had?

“God, you’re so wet, I can fucking smell you,” he grunted through his teeth. “You made such a pretty mess on my cock, babygirl.”

You could hear that he was right, you could feel the wetness that had dripped down to cover both of you— the wet slapping of his balls against your ass was disgusting, yet arousing, and you hated yourself for it.

“Shit, I’m close,” he moaned, “fuck yeah, just like that.”

You weren’t sure what he was referring to until you realized you were arching your back, forcing his cock to hit your overstimulated spot directly. It made jolts of electricity course through your veins, pleasure sizzling just beneath your skin.

“Kiss me,” he instructed, and you were too far gone to disobey as you turned and captured his lips in a kiss, instantly accepting his tongue into your mouth. It was sloppy and forceful and kinda gross and he tasted like Christmas dinner and cigarettes, but it made your walls tighten around him again anyways. Something about his beard against your face made you moan a little, the sound lost into his mouth but unfortunately not unnoticed. “Fuck, I know you love my cock so much,” he purred, pulling back only as much as he needed to to speak— he was so close that his lips brushed yours with every word, those dark eyes staring right into yours until you felt entirely helpless to his gaze.

“Please,” you whimpered, not even sure what you were asking for.

“Best pussy I’ve ever had, you know that?” he praised, grinning as you bit down on your lip. “Yeah, you love being my good girl, you love pleasin’ me, don’tcha?”

“I— I don’t—”

“Just nod your head, dumb baby,” he grunted coldly. After a moment of hesitation, you nodded ever so slightly and he moaned above you.

“Fuck— gonna come,” he informed you breathlessly, “gonna fill up your wet fuckin’ hole, ‘m so close, ah fuck—”

The first pump of his cock painted your insides and you cringed as you tried not to moan at the feeling. His come was hot and thick as it filled you, the faltering thrusts of his hips making your swollen walls flutter weakly. It felt like it would go on forever— his weak groans in your ear, his thick cock pulsing inside you, your breathing quick and fast until it felt like you weren’t getting any air in your lungs at all. It stopped, finally, as he sighed and relaxed a little bit.

“Goddamn,” he breathed as he pulled out of you, making you both wince. Already you felt soreness radiating from your opening, and your face burned as he looked down between your legs. “Look at that, what a perfect little pussy I just ruined. It’s all stretched out and red and covered in my come,” he announced proudly. “There’s a little blood, too, but you’ll be better in no time,” he assured with a smirk. “Red and white— it’s sort of festive, don’t you think?”

You swallowed down the acid threatening to come up your throat— of course he was disturbed, but did he have to be so disgusting?

Again, it was like he read your mind as he grabbed your jaw and forced you to open your mouth, spitting onto your tongue before commanding you to swallow it. Just when you thought you’d reached the limits of his depravity, he found some new way to up the ante. What worried you most, though, was the fact that he’d already come and hadn’t left yet. Deep down, you knew it wasn’t over yet, but you hadn’t accepted it consciously.

“Such a good slut for me,” he praised through his teeth, “I bet I can go again, fuck, you turn me on so much.” Pulling back a bit and gripping his cock at the base, you squirmed a little as you looked at it. “You see this? I’m still hard. You make me feel like a fuckin’ teenager again, I swear.”

“I can’t…” you sighed weakly, your voice sounding all cracked and whiny as it moved through your sore throat. “I can’t take it again…”

“Don’t worry,” he soothed, “I’m gonna give your poor cunt a break… so I can rape this cute little ass.”

“No!” you yelped. “Please! Not there!”

He slapped you quickly before maneuvering two fingers to your other hole, teasing it as he laughed at your pre-emptive wince.

“It’s not gonna be so bad, baby, I’m gonna get you ready for it first, see? I bet you’ll love it, nasty little thing like you.”

The first finger slipped in with a little pop as the tight ring of muscle shifted to accommodate him. You’d never had anything go up that way before, and it was nothing like you could’ve imagined. Hissing in a breath through your teeth, you whimpered as he added a second finger already.

“Just relax,” he instructed. “Not that I don’t love you gripping my fingers with your tight little hole, but it’ll hurt less if you just let it happen.”

You willed your muscles not to tighten even as he twisted his fingers inside you, moving slowly until he was buried all the way to the knuckle and then finally pulling back. The third was a bit more of a challenge as he opened you wider, your fists clenching at the sting of pain. He let his come drip down from your pussy to use as lube, which was undoubtedly the filthiest thing you’d ever experienced. You tried to keep quiet and relax as he told you to, but your fight was renewed slightly as he pulled his fingers out and lined up his cock with your hole.

“Please,” you shivered, “don’t do this…”

“When are you gonna stop fucking fighting it, huh? How stupid are you? You’re tied up on the floor, I already made this pussy mine and you fucking loved it, how much more obvious could it be that I’m gonna do this? You’re fucked. It’s over. Just accept it and I’ll make it good for you.”

“This can’t be good for me,” you hissed through your teeth.

“Well, in that case,” he groaned, interrupting himself as he roughly shoved his cock into your ass. The air was punched from your lungs as pain burned white-hot through your body— it didn’t feel like his fingers had done much to prepare you at all, with the way this hurt. As soon as you had the oxygen needed to do so, you were crying again, loud sobs echoing around your dark, empty living room. “I was gonna be gentle,” he taunted you darkly, “but you had to run that mouth of yours.”

You tried to choke out an apology, but it was useless as he shoved his fingers into your mouth.

“Suck on ‘em, show me what your mouth is good for,” he demanded as you closed your lips and swirled your tongue around his fingers. “Fuck, that’s better. See how good it is when you know your place?”

You couldn’t really process his words, though, as you spent all your energy on trying not to think about how his cock felt in your ass. It was like being full in a completely different way than before, like being opened wider than you knew was possible. He pulled his fingers from your mouth and you hated the moan that spilled out after them.

“Your cunt is getting wet,” he sing-songed mockingly as he leaned back and looked down at it. “You love it up the ass, huh? Dirty bitch.”

You shook your head in denial (even though you could feel that he was right, at least about the first part), but he grabbed your jaw and forced you to look at him.

“Say it,” he grunted. “Admit it, slut. Admit you love getting fucked up the ass.”

“I…” you whimpered, barely able to get the words out even though you knew you needed to if you wanted to prevent him from hurting you worse. “I love… getting fucked—” you stopped to swallow the lump in your throat— “up the ass.”

He backhanded you, hard, right across the face. You cried and gasped all at once, choking on air from the force of the hit. “WHORE!” he yelled right in your face.

You sobbed uncontrollably as he fucked you with more brutality than you’d known was possible. “Please,” you tried to beg, even if you knew it was useless, but it was totally incomprehensible as you shook with the force of your cries, hissing in breaths through your teeth to try to cope with the pain.

“Thought it would take me a while to come again, but your ass feels so goddamn good— fuck, I’m close already. Want me to fill up that tight little ass?”

You shook your head as you sobbed, shaking violently against the confines of the ropes. Distantly, you heard the chimes of your clock in the other room.

“You hear that?” he whispered. “That means it’s midnight— it’s Christmas.”

He leaned in until his hot breath tickled your ear and neck, making you wish you could turn your head away more than just a few centimeters.

“Merry fucking Christmas,” he purred, just as you felt his cock swell and pulse inside you. Your eyes rolled back as you wondered if you’d ever been so full before.

It was a haze after that as he gently untied you, getting his gun out again and keeping it trained on you as he followed you to the bathroom and forced you to shower. Force was a bit of an overstatement, though, considering your desire to clean him off of you as much as possible. “I’m not gonna tell anyone, Robert,” you tried to calm him down as you shivered under the stream of water that hadn’t quite warmed up yet.

“Yeah, well, just in case,” he insisted as he waved the gun pointed in your direction. “Wash between your legs real good, push my come out.”

“Not gonna matter if you knocked me up like you said,” you reminded him. “A paternity test will be evidence enough.”

“Shut up,” he grimaced. “Can’t prove you didn’t want it, anyway. We both know you did.”

You didn’t respond to that, opting to shower silently instead and wincing every time you tried to clean between your legs. You were going to be sore for days, if not weeks.

“We both know I’m gonna be back for more real soon,” he added darkly. “Too good for just one night.”

#robert pronge x reader #mr. freezy x reader #robert pronge noncon #robert pronge smut #mr freezy smut #mr freezy noncon

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needleandhammer · 3 years

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Prism

Pairing: Robert Pronge x Reader; featuring Jake Jensen

Warnings: 18+ only, dark fic, non-con touch, kidnapping, it's Freezy so yeah

Notes: Happy spooky season! I cannot believe the writers I am following have led me onto the Freezy Train 😳

For a year, you worked alongside Jake. He came through your office suite to set up new computers one morning. Designated the unofficial tech responder, you reached out to him often, asked questions politely and endlessly until he resigned himself to visiting your office multiple times per week. Somehow, the two of you ended up having lunch together as he listened to you grumble about coworkers adverse to seeking technological solutions on their own. Then going to happy hour together. Then texting each other; Jake followed your lead until the two of you could speak in memes and emojis.

Your friend abruptly left his job a few months ago. With no response to your text messages, you swallowed down the disappointment of losing touch with a friend when adulting kept your circle so small already. You only hoped he was okay.

Now, after a late night at the office, your coworker Carter lies unconscious in your peripheral. The person responsible for knocking out Carter stalks toward you. You’re scrambling around your desk trying to keep distance between him and you, this stranger with scraggly hair hanging over a pair of thick spectacles.

You’re so startled, mind trying to salvage some kind of escape plan that you haven’t even tried yelling for help. You hurl a solid glass paperweight at him. Air rushes up your throat – a scream working its way out when you see him dodge and strike forward at you. His hands circle your wrist, you’re yanked against him and a painful blow to the base of your neck sends you sinking into blackness.

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You wake with a start. Where are you?

Your hands roam, grasping lightly across your body in search of any new injuries while you breathe past the lingering pain at the back of your head. At least it wasn’t bleeding. Assured that you were able to stand and move with relative ease, you’re on your feet and tiptoeing to the door of the bedroom. Your shoes are gone, dammit.

You swallow hard, breathing deep against grogginess and the aching pulse at the base of your skull. That fucker isn’t here so you need to act.

Go out that door.

Wait. You need something. A weapon. Anything.

A shaky breath forces your stark fear at bay as you look around the room. You make it to the open closet door.

A pink color halts you physically and mentally. Pink. You collapse to your knees and grasp at the cotton fabric. The word printed on the pink shirt triggers a breathless sob that you can’t control.

Petunias

Oh gods, did this deranged man kidnap Jake too? What can he possibly want with you and your friend? Is Jake in some kind of trouble? Questions bombard your mind, tangling into nothing that makes sense. Your head aches. Your limbs feel weak. Has it been long enough that your body has weakened from lack of nourishment?

Beneath another shirt, you discover a scraggly object. It’s chestnut colored, wavy strands that sends a creeping shivering down your spine. You quickly drop the Petunias t-shirt over it, as if to hide some vile creature from sight, and peer around the room again.

Damn it. No light décor or metal objects you can arm yourself with. You’ll have to be quick.

The door gives a creak when you swing it open, revealing a small galley kitchen.

Your heart skips – dread douses you – you freeze when you see the figure standing opposite you at the far end of this small building. He turns, arms falling from the curtained window, to look at you.

You reel backward; your hands reach and claw for something, anything that might help you in this horrible circumstance.

Right back where you started. You made it barely a foot out of your prison.

Your captor descends upon you. You shriek, push and shove against him but his weight follows you, presses you down on the bed.

His palm stifles your cries while he easily restrains you.

“Awake are we?”

You shake your head. You don’t want to hear his voice. You close your eyes. You don’t want to look at him – afraid that your eyes are deceiving you.

He tsks. “Don’t be a brat. We can make this part quick.”

Growling, you shake his hand away and snap at him. “What the fuck are you talking about? Let me go.”

He scoffs at the additional impolite names you call him.

Panting, you glare at him. “What do you want?”

“You gonna play nice?”

You try to headbutt him.

He sighs in irritation.

Your wrists are snuggly wrapped and tied to one bed post. You lean away from him as much as possible where you sit on a corner of the mattress, cutting him with a glare.

He still hasn’t answered you. That cold dread weighs down in your gut as you force another question out.

“What did you do to Jake?”

“Jake?” His smile grows.

“Don’t play with me! That’s his shirt. He – he has a family. His sister and niece, they’re…” Your words die on your lips as he starts laughing.

“Oh, sugar,” he says with a fond look your way. “Time to break the bad news to you. Your buddy Jake is…Well, you wanna take a guess?”

“You hurt him?”

The cold smile does not waver. You swallow down the lump in your throat. You already know the answer.

“C’mon. Don’t leave me hanging,” he purrs at you, waiting for your next guess.

You’re not ready to accept it, despite the tangible evidence in front of you. Despite the bright t-shirt lying in the closet. Covering the brunette wig. It can’t be true.

This man’s face, his nose, his lips. You feel like you’re going mad as you keep being pulled back to those blue eyes. The glasses are gone; you can see his full brows, the aquamarine of his irises. That laugh that sounded wrong, even though the tenor flows through you in familiar waves.

His hair is now a natural deep brown. It's shorter, lacking the gel that previously held it up in blonde spikes. The wig must have just been a precaution for when he showed up at your office. And his facial hair is grown out more evenly and that alone could have transformed the man you thought you knew.

He disappeared months ago.

You study his eyes – you know their exact color – and recognize the mirth glinting beneath dark lashes. But your heart starts racing when his signature crooked smile doesn’t appear. Instead, a hard smirk twists his face into a stranger.

“Jake…” Maybe you hope invoking his name as you know it will make this all go away - will make the world make sense again. Maybe you want to cling to an impossible salvation.

He scoffs softly, a quiet murmur of your name on his lips, almost remorseful. Almost.

“The name’s Robert.”

Gone is the awkward, clumsy colleague you had grown close to. The man you formed a slow companionship with during late office hours sharing fast food while ranting about administration or complaining about the local asshole that stood at the corner of your block shouting right-wing rhetoric to people trying to get to work.

Gone is Jake Jensen, the cute nerd you called friend.

Robert Pronge closes in, looms before you. His fingers skim your jawline before he grips your face tight, deliberate.

“I couldn’t leave you behind,” he says, dipping even closer so his lips graze your cheek. You grow stiff at the gentle affection. His grip loosens enough that you can drop your gaze.

“I…d-don’t know you.” You don’t know this man. “I don’t.”

Robert watches as you press your forehead to your hands. He supposes it’s normal - you haven’t arrived at acceptance of reality yet. Your frame clenches with stress, the physiological response to danger. Robert has witnessed this countless times with countless hits.

A breathy chuckle tickles your skin. He knew you well enough at this point. “You’re a smart one, sugar.”

“No, no, no…”

“And you know now that ole Jake Jensen. Never existed.”

Faced with this man’s remorseless confession, you steel yourself for the inevitable.

“Are you – are you going to kill me?” You raise your eyes. You'll look at this man's face one last time, you won't be deceived in your final moments.

That dark chuckle returns.

“You think I risked showing up in town just for a quick kill?"

He cages you in, enclosing you between arms thick with muscle.

"No, sugar. Wouldn’t wanna waste a sweet thing like you.”

His mouth is on yours and for several seconds, the heated, hungry pressure stuns you. Confuses you. You squawk at the sensation of him probing for a deeper taste, and start twisting out of his hold.

Strong fingers tighten in your hair and make you whimper in pain, stilling enough for his tongue to delve into your mouth.

A quiet moan of satisfaction rumbles through Robert when he accesses the hot taste of you for the first time.

Robert decided long ago. Once his mask is peeled back – that blonde, chirpy mask – he’s taking you as his. And he’ll make sure you get to know the real him intimately.

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A/N: Hurrah! I have been wanting to write a Jekyll and Hyde inspired fic for a while. Tis the season and all, so I present to you all: "Jensen and Pronge." muahahaha. I am trying to plan this out as a multipart fic. 😏 I'm gonna try to make this soft!dark bc that's the kind of shit I'm into.

#robert pronge x reader #dark!fic #non con #tw noncon

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speechlessxx · 2 years

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

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

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

MINORS DNI

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

word count -> ~1.4

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

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

Another step.

“Do you know who I am, sweets?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“How innocent,” he chuckled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You begged, “please, please don’t.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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What am I?

summary: what are you? just another toy for them? or a mythical creature of their desire?

pairings: a lot of sebastian stan characters x little! reader x a lot of chris evans characters

warning: 18+ content, noncon smut, implied oral sex, implied noncon, dragging, slight med fet, misogyny, abuse of little space, sexualization, prostitution, implied sex trafficking, dark themes.

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Robert Pronge never cared; why would he? he had the mob, along with the wide amount of people that hired him, protecting his back. He ran his little business, buying and selling pretty girls and had his fair share. He had never felt a lot for his victims, fucking the fresh meat first and leaving the rest to the hungry men who came to his whorehouse.

When you came into his office, following Ransom like a lost little puppy, he knew you would be fun. That little dumb innocence would be fun to crack, but he didn’t expected for him to be the cracked one.

He knew Barber always payed generously, so why was he so bitter about him having you? He had drank half a bottle of whiskey by himself when the rays of sunlight started appearing, and Barber brought you back to him, in his arms like some kind of queen.

He expected pain in your features, but you were giggling softly as the broad man planted you in Robert’s lap, handing your owner the rightful amount with generous tip.

“Make sure to get her something nice,” Barber grinned, ruffling your hair sweetly before going.

As you watched the lawyer that had given you the most passionate night of your life leave, you felt your lower lip pull down into a quivering pout. His eyes, ocean like jewels, resembled Ransom’s so clearly. You didn’t realize you were crying until Robert cooed at you.

“Hey what are the tears for, pretty thing?”Robert asked, more likely intrigued that worried. “Was he too rough with your little body?”

You shook your head, although there was a slight sting on the apex of your thighs. “He reminds me of Daddy, he’s pretty.” you coyly explained, somehow trusting this man with your complicated feelings.

Robert wanted to frown, because he was also pretty. Was he? he had never worried about that, he always had the women he desired, willing or not. Something about you referring to a man as pretty made him stir.

“So you like pretty boys?”He asked you, toying with the lacy edge of your thong. You felt heat rise to your face at the question, wiggling in the seat with shyness. “Yeah you like pretty boys, cocky as hell, don’t ya?” You didn’t deny it, so Robert took it as a fact.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up.”

Robert laid you in the plush bedding, reaching for a nice warm cloth to wipe your semen coated thighs. He watched closely how you were so relaxed with the act, more interested on how Justin slipped the metal through his nipples with ease.

“Did it hurt?”you ask him, wincing when he finishes securing both. Justin nods dryly, and you frown at his lack of emotion to you. He leaves the room shortly, not even bothering to say goodbye to Robert.

“Barber really did an act on you, but I’ve seen worse in his account.”He mumbled, finger tracing through your puffy folds. You wince, and he holds back a groan at the soft sound emitting your perfect lips. You then giggle, and he looks at you quizzically.

“He kissed me,” you whisper, as if you were telling about a hidden cookie jar. “on my princess parts.”

If it had been any other prostitute, Robert would be disgusted. Yet he wondered how you would taste; probably like how you smelled, rich and creamy.

You laid back against the soft silky bedding, thinking how Robert was nice with you when you behaved. He fumbled with his phone, which had just ringed with a message, until he shove it back into his pocket. He stared at you for a while, lost in though, before he clapped.

“I’ll need to take you to the doc, get this pussy examined.”

“Why?” you inquired, and to be honest, the thought of finding a way to scape did flash your mind.

“Because we need to guarantee you won’t have any babies and your pussy is nice and healthy.” He cleared, as if it was so common. He propped you on his hip bone, after putting you in a smooth shirt and a diaper. He never though, in a million of years, that he would be doing that.

“But I love babies!” you murmured, resting your head sleepily on his shoulder, arms clinging around his neck. “they are so pretty, and tiny.”

You zoomed off for your love for babies for a while, until Robert was standing in front of the door 97. He didn’t have the heart to tell you this wasn’t a medical appointment, just a awkward man who had a medical kink. Truth is, you were getting a lot of attention recently. He had calls for you up to next week, which rarely happened with one specific girl. Justin did have his “fan base”, but who wouldn’t adore that snuggly cute face?

The door opened, and Robert left you on your feet to walk inside, before shutting the door. Your eyes widened.

The man infront of you looked around your age, maybe one or two years older. He smiled at you, and you could furthermore appreciate his twinkling blue eyes.

“My name is Jensen,” He said cheerfully, and you did your best to smile. “I’ll check you up today, so please climb up the table. Clothes off.”

You did as he told you, the table biting cold. Jensen pulled a pair of latex gloves over his hands, admiring your little naked figure. As he pulled the stirrups form under the table, your fingers trailed t he ouch the unnoticed straps at the levels of your arms and thighs.

“Sir?”

He tied the straps over your thighs, spreading you wide. You felt the breeze fly past your sensitive lips, and he took the moment of discomfort to catch strap your arms.

“It’s for your own safety,” He told you, holding up a syringe brimful with liquid. You gasped when he pricked your neck with it, the sedatives quickly surging through your body. Your eyes flopped closed lazily, and his hands started roaming your curves. He crawled over your body, he’ll have plenty of time to play with you.

Robert made his way to his office after being told he had someone expecting him there; surprisingly, the ambitious trust fund baby had gave him a visit.

“Drysdale,” he greeted, tensing when he saw the meticulous pouring of expensive whiskey.

“Pronge,” the man replied rising his glass with a smirk tugging his lips. “Heard she made quite an impression.”.

Robert’s guard flared up, approaching steadily. Ransom scooted over to plop at one of the mahogany chairs.

“Yes she did.”

“Where is she, right now?” Ransom pushed, eyes twinkling with mischief. Pronge took a deep breath as he downed his poured whiskey, the taste more bitter than ever.

“With Jensen, room 97.” He admitted, finally glaring at Ransom. “Let’s cut this short, what are you here for?”.

Random chuckled, lowering his glass. “I brought her here, I guess I’ll have some premium access, or at least some respect from you?” he argued. “I want her for tonight, all night.”

“I don’t think she’ll want that; or that it would be good for her.” Pronge acknowledged, a little too quickly. He realized how stupid it sounded when Ransom burst laughing, a bit too exaggerated.

“You care about that? About what she wants?” He questioned him, mockery in his tone. “I heard you sold her to Barnes and Barber, just barely two days in the job. Don’t lie to me Pronge, you don’t give a shit about the slut.”

With each word, Robert questioned his words. There was something coursing through his veins a s watched Ransom pick up his stuff, ready to leave.

“Dress her up real pretty and do me a favor,” He asked, swinging his expensive scarf over his neck. “teach her to suck cock.”

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 17

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: mentions of being drugged, mentions of rape, noncon relationship, ptsd, mentions of slight Stockholm syndrome, woman being hit/slapped, mentions of blood, degradation.

“You can’t leave!”

“Try me, Ransom,” you whimpered as you pulled your son to your car, “Barnes is out of commission in a hospital bed. Fowler’s got a sling and stitches because Barnes’ arm blew up and shrapnel tore the shit out of his arm…Curtis and Ari are banged up from trying to save my mom….I have to run…”

“I don’t want you to leave me…” Ransom begged. He gripped you firmly by your forearms and held you at arm’s length, “I can’t lose you and Charles, Nicola.”

“M-mom…I don’t want to go either…”

You looked at your son, heartbroken with your own choice.

“I’m sorry, Charles, but it’s not your choice, sweetie.”

“R-Ransom can protect us.”

“Sweetie,” you sighed. Ransom let go of you as you dropped to your knees and your son met you. You wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly, “we have to run, baby…Bobby’s not going to stop until he has you…but I won’t let him kill everyone to get to you. They have families too…”

“I can protect you, Nicola.”

You looked up to Ransom once more, his eyes holding a special kind of hurt over the fact that you had commented that you didn’t want there to be anymore blood shed over you and your son, “I’d let him try all he wanted…but he wouldn’t get to either one of you.”

“I-I can’t take that chance, Ransom.”

“But mom…it’s the safest place,” Charles pointed out, “h-he burnt down the house. He burnt down your backup. He blew up grandma’s house. W-we don’t have anywhere to go.”

“I have a penthouse on permanent reserve in the city,” Ransom offered slowly, “I haven’t used it in years…but I’m sure that I could do that. We could sneak you in low key, and you can stay there as long as you want…I’ll even come with-“

“No one can come with us, Ransom,” you replied sadly, “I-I don’t think we shou-“

“Mom,” your son cried, tears stinging his eyes. You looked at him sadly as he looked back to Ransom, “please don’t make us leave Ransom…let him-let him help us, mommy.”

“I’m still mad at you.” You said, looking at your son.

“He was right, mommy…”

You sighed, tucking your son in, not wanting to admit that he was right, “you wanted to stay there…”

“Yeah.”

“Why? I thought you hated Ransom!”

“I’m tired mommy,” your son whined, snuggling more into the blankets, “I don’t want to talk about this”

“You like Ransom being around, don’t you?” you asked, frowning. Suddenly you felt bad separating Charles from him, “You know…I only had us leave because mommy already caused enough damage…more people were starting to get hurt. Mr. Bucky lost his metal arm and has to undergo surgery to get it replaced. Mr. Nick has burns on his face and arms. Mr. Ari and Curtis both were cut up pretty bad because they got caught up in a trap too…and grandma is gone now…and it is all mommy’s fault…I had to protect Ransom and Mary and Frank. I don’t want him coming after them too.”

“Ransom would have protected us, mommy.”

“Charles, if there’s one thing you should know, it’s that you should never underestimate him,” you sighed sadly as you stroked your son’s cheek, “he-your father…he’s not a good man. He never was…and he’s going to come for you. I need to make sure that he doesn’t hurt Ransom or anyone else…I need to make sure that he doesn’t hurt you.”

“Do you love Ransom?”

You sighed, nodding softly as you looked at your son, “I do…but I’m not going to let your father kill him because I can’t protect you properly.”

“He’s not my father.”

“Yes, he is, Charles,” you replied, tears coming to your cheeks, “neither one of us have to like it, but that’s the truth of the matter. Robert Pronge is your father. He’s the one man that created you with me.”

“I wish he wasn’t,” he whimpered, “I wish it was someone else…”

“Me too, baby,” you answered, unafraid of the tears, “but I had to stop living that lie the day that he forced my hand. Now get to sleep…we’re leaving early in the morning and we’re going to have a long day ahead of us.”

“W-we’re leaving?” he asked, “Mommy, where are we going? Ransom is letting us st-“

“Robert won’t let us have any peace baby,” you told him sadly, “we have to run until I get a better plan in mind on how to stop him.”

“But mom-“

“Go to bed baby,” you say, a little more firmly as you cut him off with some authority, “we’ll talk in the morning. I promise.”

He nodded sadly and you pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead before turning off the lamp beside him and walking out of the room.

“Mommy?”

You stopped at the door and turned around, “yes baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet angel.”

Your eyes flickered open.

Everything felt too heavy…too unfocused.

You tried to shift in the warmth of the bed you were laying in, but you couldn’t move. Your heart raced nervously as the unfocused, dark room became clear. It stopped when you noticed the smug look on the one man you never wanted to see again.

Robert Pronge was sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of dark jeans and a striped shirt. He held up his phone and pressed a button.

“I’m running late in my plans because of you. But that’s okay…I forgive you again, my love. You know, I was wondering when you would wake up. Took a few hours. Was starting to think I dosed you too much.”

You attempted to frown at the text to voice feature that he was using, but something was keeping your mouth busy.

You raised your brow as you looked at him, disgruntled over the gag.

“Be happy I didn’t cut your tongue out, sweetheart,” the robotic voice answered moments later, “my bitch of a baby momma did it to me when she thought she was being tough. I guess I’ve got a soft spot for her though…I’d never hurt her like she did me…”

You went to tell him that you weren’t ‘being’ tough, but it only came out as muffled instances. He chuckled shortly, the strangled noise seeming so foreign that you could barely tell it was laughter, and then he glared at you.

“You’re getting weak, little one,” the voice played. You squirmed under his touch as he let the phone play out his typed message. His rough hands began to trail up your bare legs, to your thighs, and over your core. You shivered under his touch, previous memories filing back into your head, “you know…I followed you all the way from that bastards’ place. I know all about your relationship with Drysdale. You’re such a useless slut, Nicola. What kind of woman would jump into the bed of all these men? You come back from Italy after hiding our son away, and you just go right to Charles. Didn’t even spare me a fucking glance. I loved you. But you told me that little bastard was Charles’ and not mine. Your father fired me, stating some bullshit that you were in love with Charles and he was ending ‘our relationship.’ He didn’t have that authority baby. I let Kemp take care of him though. All so that you would come back to me…and you did. You let me come home to that tight little cunt. God, I missed it. I missed feeling you underneath me as I pumped you full of me. But you’re just a fucking whore that was searching for the information she wanted.”

You whimpered as he pulled out a knife and cut away at the underwear you were wearing. His knife traced along the front of the sleepshirt you were wearing until it was cut open. He smirked, tracing the knife up your throat and jaw, before tapping it over your lips. With another small chuckle, he placed the knife on the night table and ripped the fabric from your body. He eyed you hungrily and you felt the same scared little air you’d felt when you were a teenager.

“You fucked Lloyd too…didn’t you?” the voice asked. At that, he cupped your core, thrusting a digit into your dry channel, “let him cum in my pussy? You fucked Drysdale, jumping right on into his bed when you thought you got some information that you wanted. Thought you got some clarity into who killed that wimpy son of a bitch you were going to call your husband. The only man that deserves that title is me. The god damn father of your fucking child. But you’re just a whore, Nicola. A slut that’s only good for two reasons. A set of holes that fucks and sucks, and the woman that bears my children.”

At that, your eyes widened.

Children.

You whimpered, fighting against the binding, but it was no use. It was tied too tight for you to move much, let alone get away. But even through that, you stopped when you felt the harsh pressure on your face, and it went to the side.

Robert had slapped you.

Your eyes held firm on the sideways view you were left with, refusing to look at the man who you’d endured so much abuse through before.

“Just need to learn your place, you little fucking princess,” his voice growled as he slapped you again. Before you could answer, he’d grabbed you by your jaw and forced you to look at him. Those dark, dangerous blue eyes both captivated and terrified you, “and your place is underneath me in my bed, taking my cock. Bearing my children. Becoming my wife.”

“Rober-“

“You don’t get to fucking speak,” he growled, pulling you back onto your bed, “mommy and daddy are out in Europe, visiting friends, and they left he pretty princess in the castle with just me…the only words I want to hear from that little mouth are ‘thank you Bobby’ or ‘more. Fuck. More!’ I want you begging for my cock as I fill you up. Want you thanking me for cumming in that tight little cunt. Do you understand me? You’re going to beg me to.”

“Y-yes.”

“You’ll fucking learn,” he smirked dangerously as he pulled you into a bruising kiss. You whimpered against his touch, and he only smiled more, biting your bottom lip. When he released you, he moaned, “god you taste so sweet. So sweet, baby. My sweet, dumb little baby.”

“Bobby.”

“What did I say?”

“I-I love you,” you whispered the lie. His dark eyes lightened slightly, and his smirk became softer. You leaned up, knowing that treating it like a real relationship always made him gentler, “I-I just wanted to say I love you, Robert.”

“See,” he offered softly, “you’re learning your place baby…it’s not so bad, is it?”

“No…”

“And soon, we’ll tell your father about us,” he offered again. You nodded, playing into his little ‘sweet’ test as he rubbed your flat stomach, “and we’ll create a little family of our own. We’ll do it right, baby. I promise. I’ll put a ring on your finger and everything.”

“Wh-whatever you want Robert.”

“I want you to give me a son, baby…”

You screamed in anger, ignoring the bruises that were forming on your face from his punches and slaps as you tried to fight him. He slapped you one more time and you bit into the gag, feeling blood dripping down your jaw.

“Are you done?”

When you didn’t answer, his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him. He smiled and stroked your cheek. You whimpered, your aching features wanting nothing more than ice and time to heal.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Nicola,” the voice said calmly, “but you never fucking learn. But maybe that’s partially my fault. When your dad fired me, I should have come back sooner. Should have fought harder for you. I told you that I was going to be the father of your children. Your husband. And you seemed so happy about it when we were together. So, I just assumed that when you came into power, you’d come for me. Come for the man that really had your heart. But instead, you stayed with Charles. Like a scared little bitch. But that’s okay baby. He’s dead. Your father is dead. Even your mother. Everyone that pulled us apart is gone. It’s just us. And we can be a family…I still owe you for cutting out my tongue…but it’s nothing you being a good mother to our children won’t fix. I’ll keep you so full of me and we’ll make sure that we have a nice, big family. It’s been about five weeks since you brought Charles back…and I’ve had nearly five weeks without him since he’s known I’m his father. So five more kids should suffice…all I gotta do is cut out that little implant in your arm and then we can get started…what do you say, baby? You, me, Charles, and five more little bastards running around? God…I hope they have your eyes. You have such pretty eyes.”

Chapter 18

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Series: Family Affairs

Mob & Biker AU; worlds colliding in these family affairs. Let’s see what happens for these mobsters, corrupt bastards and outlaws of the underworld.

General warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content See individual chapters below for specific warnings.

Status: In progress

Total current word count: 44,6k

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Mr. Freezy aka Robert Pronge x female reader

* Freezy has set his mind on you and will do whatever it takes to get you.

Warnings: dark content, 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content

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Good Girl 3

Pairing: Robert Pronge & Reader

Summary: Mr. Freezy’s new client has an interesting request.

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

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

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Chapter 3

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

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

“Yes,” George admitted weakly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The End

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

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

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ilovefandoms102 · 3 years

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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!🥰🥰🥰

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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…

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thatsthewrongwallcraig · 3 years

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Character written for so far:

Animal Kingdom:

Craig Cody

Deran Cody

Berry "Baz" Cody

MCU:

James Buchanan Barnes/TWS

Loki Laufeyson

The Moon Knight Boys

Others:

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy - The Iceman

Jax Teller - Sons of Anarchy

Sheriff Lee Bodecker - TDATT

Duke Leto Atreides - Dune (2021)

Eddie Munson - Stranger Things

Jack Thurlow - Jack Goes Home

Kappa - Black Mirror 6

Roman Roy - Succession

Samuel Lafferty - Under The Banner Of Heaven

Elijah Kamski - Detroit: Become Human

Masterlist-Navigation:

Animal Kingdom:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Behind The Fence - Female!OFC x Craig Cody [A lot of smut, Kinky issues, some violence, 18+!] (aka my Animal Kingdom thirst party 😏)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3 / Part 3.2

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Part 7 / Part 7.2 / Part 7.3

Part 8 / Part 8.2

Part 9

Part 10

Part 11

Part 12 / Part 12.2

Part 13

Animal Kingdom Off-Story One-Shots:

One - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

A Little Reward - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

The Two Of You - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Numb - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Please Don't Say That You Love Me - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Forbidden Thoughts - Female!OFC × Craig Cody

In Waves - Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Smoke On The Water- Female!OFC x Craig Cody

Moonlight - Female!OFC x Baz Blackwell / Michael Corvin (totally lost my chill)

Viking - Craig Cody x fem!Reader (Smut 18+, Shower Sex)

Nomis - Night Hunter:

Abandoned Until Further Notice

Cinnamon | A Night Hunter Story - Walter Marshall × Fran Carters (OFC) [ Angst, Fluff, Trauma Talk... you get the overall mood ]

Chapter 1 - Denial

Chapter 2 - Anger

Walter Marshall One-Shots:

The Sweater Thief - Walter Marshall x Reader [ fluffy Walter Marshall HC ]

Drunk Decisions - Walter Marshall x Reader [fluffy Walter Marshall HC]

Stairway To Heaven - Walter Marshall × Reader [loss of a pet, angst, hurt/comfort]

August Walker:

A Little Nap - Daddy!August x Reader [fluff]

One Of Those Days - Daddy!August x Reader [angsty fluff]

Spill The Drink - Daddy!August × Reader [mental illness, comforting daddy talk]

They Won't Know - August Walker × Reader [soft!smut, HC no one ever asked for]

A Love Letter From August x August Walker × Reader [Me sending in a fun ask]

Listen And Obey - Daddy!August x Reader [dirty, dirty smut (18+!), denial, male dom]

Not Enough - Daddy!August x little!Reader [angsty drabble, DDlg themed]

Not Enough Pt. 2 - Daddy!August × little!Reader [a bit angsty, August being August, tho]

Whole Lotta Love - August x Reader [Reader is having a little fun on a mission]

Geralt of Rivia:

The Monster They Wanted Him To Be - feral!Geralt x Reader [implied NonCon, primal hunter/prey, 18+!]

Steve Rogers:

Movie Night - Steve Rogers x Reader [SMUT, Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Movie Night II - Steve Rogers x Reader [More SmUt, More Daddy Kink, 18+!]

Paint It Red - nomad!Steve x Reader [Dark!, 18+!, blood play, self harm issues]

My Bucky List:

He Even Came With Instructions- The Winter Soldier x Dark!Female!Mob!Reader [Dark!Smut, DubCon/NonCon, FemDom]

Sleepless - Bucky Barnes × Reader [Smut, somnophilia, thigh riding, 18+!]

The Thing With Cats And Water - Bratty!Bucky Barnes x Reader [ Smutty Fluff 18+!, a bit of Mommy Kink, implied further smut ]

Lock And Key - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader [BDSM Fluff, 18!+]

Atonement - sub!Bucky x dom!Reader (Smut 18+!, spit kink, implied further smut)

Can't Run, Can't Hide - stalker!Bucky x Reader [gets gradually darker, 18+!]

Sleaze Dog - Rockstar!Bucky × Reader [18!+, alcohol abuse, angst]

Hold Me Close - sub!Bucky × dom!Reader [a lot of angst, non-sexual BDSM, choking]

His Asset:

His Asset- Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [very dark smut, 18+!, a fic straight out of hell]

His Asset Part 2 - Dark!Winter Soldier x Fem!Reader [it's getting even darker, 18+!, force-feeding, very dark thoughts]

Moon Knight:

The Vegan In A Steakhouse - sub!Steven Grant × fem!Reader [public smut 18+!, gentle femdom, Steve being the puppy that he is]

Blood In The Sand - Marc Spector x mercenary!fem!Reader [desert porn 18+!, oral, mutual touching]

Te Amo- Jake Lockley × Sex Worker!Fem!Reader [implied smut 18+!, very angsty]

A Night At The Museum - Steven Grant x fem!Reader [teeth-rotting fluff]

Once Upon A December × Marc Spector / Steven Grant × fem!Reader [18+!, major hurt/comfort, angsty af]

Tears Of Love - Steven Grant × fem!Reader [just some comforting fluff]

The Wrath Of Set - Jake Lockley × fem!Reader [pitch black smut, 18+!, knife play]

Sheriff Lee Bodecker:

White Cotton - Daddy!Lee x Little!Reader [DDlg Smut 18+!, Daddy Kink, Oral, Pillow Riding]

Loki Laufeyson:

Fimbulvetr - Loki x Fem!Reader [substance abuse, self harm, 18+!]

Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy

Dirty Thoughts - Mr. Freezy x Reader [Filth, foul language, 18+!]

Sons of Anarchy:

Over And Over - Jax Teller x Reader [angsty, 18+!, pillow talk]

Others:

Odi Et Amo - Jacques LeGris x fem!Rader

What We Do In The Shadows Headcanon

WWDITS!Show-Characters x Reader [Just a conversation getting out of hand]

Dune

Blood, Sugar and Spice - Duke Leto Atreides x fem!Reader [A big pile of smut 18+!, period sex, oral, feral Duke Leto]

Stranger Things

Master Of Puppets - bestfriend!Eddie Munson x fem!Reader (Friends To Lovers, Romantic Porn With Plot 18+!)

The Bear

Heard, Chef! - Carmen Berzatto × fem!Reader (jealous smut, 18+!, a bit angsty)

Succession

The Cage - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Puppy Play, Straight Filth, Mommy Kink, 18+!)

Insomnia - Roman Roy x fem!Reader (Soft Smut, Nipple Play, 18+!)

Detroit: Become Human

Golden Cage - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP 18+!, Emotional Abuse, Mind Games)

Sunlight - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (PWP, 18+!, Soft, Oral, Edging)

Ctrl + Shift + L - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Online Stalking, Obsessive Behaviour)

Watch Me, Touch Me - Elijah Kamski x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Voyeurism, Overstimulation)

Resident Evil: Village:

Hangover Cure - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Intoxication Kink, Daddy Kink, 18+!)

Rory Culkin Characters:

I Am Machine - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Piercing Play, Angst, Smut, 18+!)

Olive - Karl Heisenberg x afab!Reader (Smut 18+!, Blowjob, Dom/Sub, Aftercare)

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smutsonian · 3 years

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okay but,, imagine if the reader had been a complete brat and gone out without letting Lee know. He waned her before about the dangers out there and that he wont always be there to save her. This gives him an idea. Lee decides to scare her by locking her up in a prison cell with Robert Pronge. Lee lets him do whatever he wants for the next few hours and even sits himself in a chair to get a better look..

ababahhaha aAhaha ahb WIAT LET ME BREATHE GOR A SECOND

lesson learned

lee bodecker x reader x robert pronge

warnings: dark, noncon, voyeurism, slight angst, posessive lee, creepy robert, not proofread!

word count: 1.4k

a/n: idfk how to do the keep reading thingy on mobile. Also I TRIED AND OMFG I JUST REALLY LIKE SOFT DARK CHARACTERS OKAY?!

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You asked Lee if you can go to the store later but when he told you that he’ll be doing extra shifts, you told him that you can go on your own. Lee didn’t like the idea of you going out on your own and he decided to give you a speech about the dangers of the outside world.

“Anyone can hurt you!”

“Anyone can just take you. In a blink, you’re gone. Taken away from me. Do you want that? Do you want someone to take you away from me?”

“No.”

“So don’t go out without me. Don’t go out by yourself, got it?” He was so angry and adamant but you really wanted to go out. You needed to go to that store.

So you decide to ignore Lee and go to the fucking story anyway.

Of course, Lee finds out. He’s the sheriff and everyone basically works for him. So it’s not a surprise that someone tattled on you.

He drove straight to the shop, guiding you back in his cruiser, almost as if you’re being arrested but he let you sit on the passenger’s side. He was quiet throughout the ride which was scary because he’s usually mouthy when he’s mad but when he’s quiet…

He’s really really mad.

Your anxiety only got worse when he missed the turn to your house and straight to the station.

He stopped the car before quickly getting out, walking towards your side, and helping you out. Even mad, he still guides you.

You follow him inside, frowning when he grabs your arm before pushing you inside a cell with a strange man. You ignored the man, watching Lee as he closed the gates before getting a chair and placing it just in front of your cell.

“Such a pretty little face…” the strange man says from behind you. Your skin prickles when you feel him getting closer to you and you glance at Lee with tearful and frightened eyes.

“L-Lee what’s ha-happening?” You watch Lee’s jaw clench and unclench before he adjusts himself on the chair.

“I told you not to go out on your own, didn’t I?” He asks, giving you a glare.

“You did.” You confirm.

“But you still went out.” He hisses.

“But I still went out…” You repeat, bowing your head in shame.

“I’m sorry, Lee… I just really wanted to buy—” You try to reach for the paper bag but then Lee grabs it through the gaps of the cell before tossing it aside.

“Doesn’t matter what you needed to buy, darling. You still disobeyed me. I’m not making rules for my own good here, sweetheart. I’m making them for you.” He shakes his head in disappointment, making your heart clench in regret.

“I’m sorry, Lee! I really am!” You cry, not aware of the hungry look that the strange man behind you is giving you.

“I won’t do it again. I promise!” Your hands clamped around the bars, reaching out to Lee. He grabs your hands before giving each a kiss and letting them go.

“Oh, you won’t do it again. I’m pretty sure of that…” He smiles before loosening his belt.

“I learned my lesson, Lee. I won’t do it again. Please let me out…” You whisper, eyes blurred with tears as you begged him. You could see conflict in his eyes as if he’s fighting with himself.

“Oh, you will learn your lesson, sweetheart. I know it’s hard to teach you some manners but this time, I’m pretty sure you’ll learn.” He nods at the man behind you before you feel yourself being dragged back to the stranger’s chest.

“That’s Robert. He’ll help you learn a simple lesson, sweetheart.” Lee smiles before leaning back against his chair.

“Nice to meet ya, pretty face!” The man behind you, Robert, cheers before tearing your clothes apart. You were too shocked to react and you only snapped out of it when you felt his rough hands palming your breasts.

“L-Lee!” Your voice cracks at Lee, desperate and scared.

“I know, sweetheart. It’s scary but you have to learn!” Lee frowns before nodding at Robert once more.

You feel a kiss on your cheek before his hot breath fans your ear.

“This’ll be quick, baby. Just gotta teach ya a lesson like your daddy told you…” You whimper when your hair is yanked backward and a stinging sensation fills your body when Robert forces his cock inside you.

Your screams seemed to turn Robert on because he only went faster and harder, ignoring your sobs and seemingly enjoying the scratches that your nails are giving his arms. He uses your breasts as a handle to keep your body against him while his hips continue to rut into you.

“Ow!” You cry out when you feel his teeth biting into your neck when a loud bang comes from the metal bars.

“Don’t fucking bite her, Pronge!” Lee’s voice was strained and you looked at him, seeing him stroking his cock while his eyes continued to glare at Robert.

“My bad…” Robert chuckles before wiping the skin that he bit and placing a kiss on it.

“Sorry, baby…” He continues to rut into you and you see Lee matching the rhythm that Robert is using to pound into you.

Robert easily manipulates your body so you’re on your knees and he forced your face down against the floor only to be yanked up so a pillow could be placed against your face.

“Gotta keep that pretty face comfortable…” Robert chuckles before patting your cheek and crawling behind you.

“Ready or not…” Robert sings before seething himself inside you with the same rhythm as before only this time, his cock enters deeper, hitting a spot that always made your legs shake.

“Slap her ass,” you hear Lee’s quiet voice and you look back at him who seems to be close with how his hips are jerking against his hand.

Robert smacks your left cheek hard, earning a loud yelp from you. He continued pounding you from behind, groaning and pleasure as your walls started to clench around his throbbing cock.

“You can cum, baby,” Lee’s voice reaches your ear. You didn’t want to cum on Robert’s cock but his hand finds its way to your cunt, fingers playing with your clit, eager to pull a release from you.

He didn’t have to wait long because soon, you were a crying mess while your whole body shakes on the floor as Robert continued to pound into you.

Just when he’s about to cum inside you, he’s pushed out of you by Lee who quickly shoved himself inside of you, thrusting a few times before cumming inside of you, releasing thick and warm coats of his seed.

“Ahh fuck!” Robert exclaims, finishing himself off on your ass.

“You fucking bitch…” Lee growls before wiping Robert’s cum off your ass with a white cloth.

Lee helps you up, wrapping his jacket around you before pulling you close. He tilts your head towards him, a finger on your chin before asking.

“You learned your lesson?”

You only nod at him, eyes tired as they fluttered shut. Lee presses a kiss on your forehead before guiding you up.

“That’s my girl.”

Robert stands up, patting his pants clean before smiling at the sheriff.

“Hey if you wanna help with teaching your girl some manners, you know where to find me,” Robert laughs at the glare that Lee gives him.

“In your fucking dreams”

“Fucking your girl is a dream,” Robert sighs dreamily, looking at your sleeping form against Lee.

“It’s a one time favor, Pronge. Now get the fuck out of here. Our deal is done.” Lee brings you back to his cruiser as Robert follows the both of you.

He stares at your form on the passenger‘s side while Lee closes your door.

“Call me when you need someone dead. I like your method of payment.” Robert snickers.

Lee didn’t like how Robert seems to be infatuated by his girl. Lee couldn’t blame him but you're his. You’re Lee’s and nobody else’s.

“Fuck off, Pronge.”

“Whatever.” Robert steals a glance at you one last time before leaving.

Lee enters the car before driving home. He looks at you before smiling. He knows you only love him. You’re good like that. You just have to be taught some lessons from time to time.

But he’s sure as fuck that he won’t be asking for Robert’s help anymore.

Lee looks at the bag that you were holding earlier and he feels his heart skips a beat when he sees what’s inside.

Candies

“Oh, my baby…” Lee smiles at your sleeping form before pressing a kiss on your nose. He wouldn’t have to worry about Robert.

part two-ish

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starryevermore · 2 years

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the night before christmas ✧ robert pronge

twelve days of christmas | angst city™ library

pairing: robert pronge x fem!reader

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

word count: 1,008

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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spookiekewchie · 3 years

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Spider in the Roses (part iii)

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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

PART 1 PART 2 PART 3

Summary: The one where you find out exactly what Robert has on you.

Word Count: 2.5k+

Warnings: this is a dark plot, mention of murder, general language warning, suggestive language, kinda a threat of noncon if you squint, robert being a creep, mentions of a possible concussion (idk if that needs to be a warning but..), kidnapping, blackmail, language, also there is an age gap present, reader is in her 20′s, i’m thinking robert is in his mid to late 30′s.

A/N: Part 3 and Robert is on his bullshit ayyeee, also this series is probably going to be more of a modern au type deal. @geminixevans & @bucksmotel not sure if yall wanted me to keep tagging you in these lmk so i’m not accidentally annoying. 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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Your head felt like it was splitting, the pain in your temple making you wince as you carefully opened your eyes and tried to look around. Where the hell were you, and why did it feel like you were moving? And was it so fucking dark. You tried to sit up, but you found yourself cramped into a small space. Dread filled you then...were you in a trunk? It would explain the pitch black, the cramped space, the road noise that was now filling your ears, and the feeling of moving.

You reacted as your mind finally caught up with your situation and registered the danger. Screaming, kicking, and beating your fists against the closed trunk.

“Hey! Shut the fuck up!”

You could hear the voice from the front of the car bellowing out, but it was muffled and oddly familiar. No matter, you didn’t stop, if there was an off chance that someone would hear you in the trunk then you’d keep it up in hopes of someone coming to your rescue. What you didn’t take into account was the vehicle suddenly veering off into a different direction and coming to a harsh stop that had you jostling roughly in the trunk before you heard the sound of a door slamming hard.

Get ready. Your mind screamed, quickly you kicked off your heels and managed to grab one to use as a weapon. You were not about to try to make a daring escape in six in heels, you’d seen enough movies to know just how fucking stupid that could end. Body coiling in anticipation, you listened to the sound of stomping footsteps that grew louder the closer your captor came to the trunk. All you needed to do was get one good kick in to knock them back enough so that you could jump out of the trunk and run. The second the trunk opened you struck, foot kicking out hard and landing against a man’s stomach hard enough that he stumbled back just as you planned. Then you were springing from the trunk and tearing off into a staggering run as the sudden dizziness hit you from going upright too fast, not to mention the fact that you likely had a concussion from being hit in the head. At least you're assuming you'd been hit in the head from the pain you were feeling.

You made it to the front of the car, hope springing in your chest as you spied the distant lights of civilization far away. And then that hope swiftly died when you felt your body being yanked back into a hard chest. Your high heel dropped from your hand, and your feet kicked out wildly as you tried to struggle your way free. You thrashed and screamed despite all the signs that there was no one in the abandoned lot that you were in. Air rushed from your lungs when you finally found yourself carelessly bent over the hood of a sedan. The dress you wore rode up, and you cursed yourself for agreeing to get all dressed up for a party you hadn’t even wanted to go to. Well...you certainly weren’t going now.

"Oh little rose, unless you're planning on taking care of my cock I suggest you stop all this struggling." You knew that voice, and there was only one person that called you by that pet name. He leaned over you, close enough for the warmth of his breath to hit the back of your neck, and for the cheap aftershave he wore to fill your nostrils and leave you nauseated. "Because you're making me hard, and I got no problem splitting that tight little snatch open."

He laughed when you stilled instantly, making a point of pressing his hips forward into you as he pushed your still throbbing head hard into the metal of the hood before he hauled you upright by a painful grip on your hair. He used that grip to all but drag you to the back passenger side door before wrenching it open roughly and shoving you into the vehicle. You’d barely managed to get your fingers inside the door before he slammed it shut and the second he was on the other side you tried to open the door only to find that you couldn’t. The bastard had equipped the child lock, you didn’t bother checking the other one. Not with the withering look that the man gave you from the rearview mirror. Briefly though your eyes drifted to the window, considering your chances of getting it down and climbing out of it before he could get to you. You knew you didn’t have a chance of that, but he still felt the need to speak up and kill the idea.

“Go for the window and I’ll put my knife through your fucking hand.”

Your hand snaps back into your lap, a hard glare thrown at the man in the driver seat as he began to pull away from where he’d parked. There was a long moment of silence before you spoke, unable to stop yourself from questioning him. “Where are you taking me?”

He said nothing to you, but you could make out the sound of his irritated mumbling.

“Hey asshole! Where the fuck are you taking me?” That temper of yours flared when he ignored you, the insult and demanding words flying past your lips before you could stop yourself. The man shot a dark look at you through the rearview mirror, but you could have sworn that you saw the start of a smirk tugging on his lips. “If you’re going to murder me at least have the decency not to throw me in a ditch.” You grumbled under your breath, and if you heard a huff of a laugh you didn’t let yourself dwell on it. The fact that he was finding any humor in this sent a cold chill of dread slithering up your spine as you forced your gaze to go to the window. You’d find out your fate sooner rather than later as he continued to drive in relative silence, while you remained in the backseat still nursing a headache.

Everything was a blur, until you noticed the sedan beginning to slow. You peered out the front of the car, eyes narrowing in suspicion as the ice cream truck you’d grown accustomed to seeing on campus came into view. You stayed put as he came to a stop beside it, turning the car off and getting out to make his way around to the passenger side. You didn’t move when he opened the door, and that only resulted in him reaching in to grab your arm hard enough to bruise as he dragged you out of the back seat and shoved you towards the doors at the back of the ice cream truck. “If I were you I’d stop being so fucking difficult, especially with how much money you cost me.”

Your brows drew together in confusion, what the fuck was he talking about? You didn’t cost him any money...unless he was talking about the damn bomb pops you had never paid for. “If this is about the bomb pops I can pay you for those.” You blurted out, of course you didn’t know about the body in the deep freezer or the fact that you’d taken out his target and cost him half the payment that he should have received for the job had he been able to complete it the way he intended.

Robert’s expression was one of confusion, clearly having forgotten all about those damned popsicles. “The fuck are you talking about? Get the fuck inside the god damn truck.” He didn’t give you much of a choice, shoving you in and leaving you to scramble up to your feet as he climbed in behind you and slammed the doors shut.

“What the fuck are you talking about then? I haven’t cost you anything?!” You snapped again, irritated and once again letting your temper flare as you jerked away from the man as he reached to grab for you again. You were trying his patience, and he was trying yours. Foolishly you were feeling bold though, the memory of the man you’d killed told you what you were capable of and your mind was already rationalizing a second murder. All you needed was a weapon.

“You’ve cost me quite a bit, and you’re going to make it up to me until I’ve decided that you’ve paid it back.” There was a pause, and then the flash of a gun at his hip when his jacket moved as he folded his arms across his broad chest. “Open the freezer, see for yourself.”

Your eyes lingered on the spot where you knew his gun rested for a moment before you dared to redirect your gaze to his face. The cocky fucker was smirking, clearly waiting for you to try and get that gun off his hip. The boldness died in that instance. Somehow you knew that wouldn’t end well for you so you swallowed your pride, and told yourself to just go along with it for now. Anything to assure your continued survival. Moving closer to him to stand in front of the deep freezer you let out a breath, casting a wary glance at him before focusing on the freezer door. You still had no idea what he was talking about, but apparently the answers were in the deep freezer so without a word you pulled it open and looked in.

There was no reaction from you as you peered down at the frozen body. You knew exactly who that was, you could recognize him clear as day despite the damage you’d done that night. The memory came flooding back vividly, and for a moment you swore you could smell the fresh blood and feel it coating your fingers again. Outwardly your expression was impassive, giving nothing away. You stood there, blinking down at the dead man’s face for a moment before uttering a single word. “Fuck.” And that was the only reaction you would or could give at the moment. Pulling your hand back the freezer door closed and you simply stood there staring at the harmless looking freezer as you tried to make sense of all this.

“Damn, you can be one cold bitch.” You jumped slightly at the voice coming from directly behind you. You had zoned out, caught up in being confronted with your fatal crime that you hadn’t even registered the very much alive and dangerous man moving to stand behind you. You spun on your bare feet, pressing yourself back as far as you could managed between him and the edge of the deep freezer.

“That doesn’t prove anything, it’s a body in a freezer. What does that have to do with me?” There wasn’t anything that could prove you’d committed the murder that you could see, but something about the way he smirked at you made you nervous.

“It doesn’t, but the broken bottle that you used to stab him repeatedly has your prints and his blood all over it. And the slutty little dress you wore, that’s got his blood all over it too, not to mention your DNA.” He let that simmer in the air for a moment as he smirked cruelly down at you. “Don’t worry, I’ve got’em both in a safe place. All you need to worry about is what you’re willing to do to keep it that way.”

“You’re lying.” You challenged, hoping against hope that this was just all an elaborate bluff. That hope died when you watched him reach into a drawer and pull out a very familiar crystal encrusted clutch. There was only one place he could have gotten your bag from, and a look inside confirmed it was yours. Right there was your ID, your credit card, even the cash you’d stuffed into the little bag that night. “I—why are you doing this?” The cold indifference cracked with the proof that he held your future in his cruel hands. It was something that you knew would likely bother you later, the reminder that you felt no remorse for the act but only regretted that you could face prison if you were ever found out.

“Like I said, you cost me money. I was supposed to take that fucker out nice and clean, leave him able to have an open casket so the family could say goodbye.” Fuck, Mr. Freezy was a hitman? Shit, shit, shit...you were fucked. “But you, and your little sexy rage murder fucked that right on up didn’t you? Got my fucking payday cut down to fucking half of what I’m owed.” He growled out the last part and you shook your head, this was not happening. What type of fucked up luck did you have to land you in this situation?

“That isn’t my fault, the asshole attacked me! He got what he fucking deserved!” You insisted, a flare of hot anger rushing through you before you were gasping for air when a strong hand was suddenly squeezing around your throat.

“It’s your fucking fault if I say it is. Now I can either leave everything I have somewhere for the cops to find, or you can be a good girl and work off your debt.” He held you firm in his grasp, unphased by you trying to pry his fingers from around your throat as you squirmed and struggled while he easily overpowered you. “What’s it gonna be, little rose?” All you could manage was a weak nod, hoping he’d take that as an answer and let you go before he made you his next victim. His fingers loosened, hand dropping away from your throat to leave you gasping and coughing as air rushed into your lungs. He didn’t back away, choosing to stand there, crowding your space while he looked down at you with an expectant brow raised.

“What do you want me to do? Sling popsicles and ice cream cones?” Your voice came out strained, and your headache was worse now.

He shook his head, that same cruel smile playing on his lips as he looked you over slowly as if considering a very different option. You shuddered despite yourself, hating the dress you wore even more. "No, you're going to work a few jobs with me. Lend me a helping hand to make up for all the fucking trouble you've caused me, and to thank me for cleanin' up the damn mess you left behind that night." Surprisingly that didn’t make you feel better.

You didn’t know what was worse, thinking that he was going to murder you, worrying that his plan for repayment would involve something more physical, or the fact that he wanted you to help him in his murder for hire business. Your head still hurt, and this wasn’t helping at all. In fact trying to think about any of this was making your head hurt even more. “I’m not a killer.” You muttered dumbly, but the body in the freezer said otherwise. “Not a professional killer.” You quickly added, attempting to sidle away from the man as you held your pounding head. He caught you by the arm, his iron grip keeping you where you were. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move as you agonized over the options. Prison or let yourself get pulled into a world of murder? Selfishly you already knew what your decision would be. You'd already proven that you'd do anything to survive, both you and the menacing man knew it.

"Fine,” you muttered, “not like I have a choice."

He grinned, cocky and satisfied that he had you under his thumb just like he wanted. "Good girl."

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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Daddy’s best girl

summary: staying with Lee when Daddy’s busy is not very fun.

pairings: Daddy!Robert Pronge x Little!reader, mean!Lee Bodecker x Little!reader

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, manipulation, implied nonconsensual voyeurism (pictures), ddlg dynamic, cream pie, smut.

masterlist (part two here)

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You were Freezy’s most valuable possession, his little girl. He adored you since the day he saw you stumble into a meeting he had with your father, doe eyed and curious. He made some arrangements and it didn’t take much for your dear father to marry you to his favorite hitman.

Soon later, Robert decided to move to Knockemstiff to work for a man in shady business. You discovered how much you enjoyed being babied and cared for, so Robert became your daddy.

He killed, lied and stole for you. He loved you so much it surprised him he was capable of feeling so strongly.

Therefore it was really confusing when he made you stay the night with Lee; he had some late night errands to do and felt bad about leaving you alone. He packed your pijamas, Mr Fuzzy and your toothbrush and left you with the officer.

Offering you a wide grin, Lee plucked you from your daddy’s arms before he could peck a kiss into your pretty lips. His hands cushioned way to low on your back as he took your backpack and slung the door on Robert’s face.

“We gonna have so much fun sweet thing,” Lee sang in your ear with his thick southern drawl, laying you down on the plushy couch. “What about we give Uncle Lee a fashion show?”

You furrowed you brows in confusion, the idea slightly exciting. Lee plopped on the couch next to you, hands reaching to undo his belt.

“But I don’t have any clothes,” you responded, voice slightly slurred from the medicine Daddy gave you to sleep better.

Lee’s mouth curled into a cheshire cat smirk, hand wrapping tighter around his beer bottle you didn’t realized he had. He spread his legs further, and pointed to the box on the other side of the room you haven’t noticed either.

“Look over there,” he cheered, taking a swig of his beverage. “got you pretty things so you have fun.”

You smiled at this, jumping from your sit to skip to the box. When you opened it, silky dresses in red and pink and your favorite, white, appeared along with lacy underwear Daddy would spank you raw for wearing.

Your jaw dropped seeing how short most of this were, not to mention small. “Not gonna fit,” you mumbled, and Lee felt blood rush to his cock when he heard you.

“C’mon pretty girl, try them on at least,” He cooed, watching intently as you undid your skirt for it to flop to the floor, along your silk blouse. You didn’t wear a bra cause Daddy says babies don’t wear bras, and the only thing you had on were the nappies Daddy put you in after eating you out that afternoon. “Take the pull-ups off baby,”

You faced away from him as you obeyed, undoing the fabric and letting it pool down with your clothes as tears began to fall down your cheeks. Even though you weren’t looking at him, you felt Lee’s hungry stare on your naked body. Slipping on the white thong, you heard the rustle of a belt and fought a sob on your throat. You quickly slipped on the light pink dress, with soft frill on the bottom. It fitted, but was tight on your body and clung to your curves.

“Come ‘ere,” The officer commanded and you twirled in your sock clad feet to stare at him. He let out a low whistle, eyes raking through her body obscenely. The meek whimper you let out and the sound of your feet waddling closer to him filled the air.

When you were in arm reach, Lee extended his big hands to palm your hips. You looked at him, teary eyes as you silently begged him to stop touching you.

His dick was long and thick and protruding against his pants, begging for attention. It wasn’t as long as Daddy’s, but thicker.

“Please Mr Bodecker,” you mumbled as he pulled you into his lap forcefully, feeling his cock press against your ass as his hands kept stroking your skin. “Daddy will get mad,”

He snickered at your comment, a hand placed on the supple flesh of your boobs. “No he won’t,” He corrected hastily, pressing the skin harder until you let out a pained gasp. “Your Daddy loved showing you around at the bar; those pictures of your pretty pussy have been passed around the town, he can’t get mad if he keeps teasing about his obedient whore.”

You felt anger bubble at your chest at the blasphemy ringed in your ears. Your eyes narrowed as you twisted around to give Lee a death glare. However; you did remember Daddy taking polaroid pictures once he finished playing with you, but the love you had for him made you blind.

“Daddy wouldn’t do that! he loves me!” you snapped, wiggling to get out of his iron grip. “And i’m not a whore!”

“Oh he does love you,” Lee taunted, holding her flush against his body, excited to see the way she dumbly tried to fight him. “that’s why he loves to go around and tell how good you are, how submissive and compliant his dumb baby is,”

More tears pour out of your eyes as you realize that it may be possible; your Daddy once fucked you in a parking lot in the afternoon in the back of his car.

“You know which one’s my favorite?” He asked her rethorically, but she still shook her head and closed her eyes shut. “The one were you are riding him; your dumb face as you can’t take it anymore, tits on full display and pussy damn full of cock.”

You totally remembered doing that, and the pictures. You swallow a cry in pain, face so close to him you can smell the whiskey of his mouth.

“So we are going to have a little fun or I’m gonna lock your Daddy in jail; either way I’ll get what I want,”

Lee hoisted you into the air, placing you on his broad shoulder while he ignored your cries. Tossing you into the bed on his room, he reached out to push your skirt until it pooled around your waist exposing your waxed pussy (Robert preferred it that way) beneath the white lace. This specific pair had a black cross on the front, giving into the whole innocence look Lee wanted you to play into.

He pulled the dress over your sobbing form, no longer fighting him cause you knew it would be for the better. You didn’t want Daddy to go to jail and you didn’t want Lee to be harsh on you. You closed your eyes and tried to imagine it was one of those times when Daddy came home drunk and was a bit more demanding.

Until a thick thumb began rubbing on your pink nub, slick oozing out of your tiny opening instantly. He smirked at this, middle finger dipping into your tight opening making you hiss.

“God,” he groaned. “Does your Daddy even fuck you? how could you possibly be this tight? well you ain’t gonna be this tight when I finish with you, sweet girl,”

He continued to stretch you until he made you come, the coil snapping too fats for you to even register wetting his fingers.

You observed him nerviously as he undid his pants, dropping them along his shirt and boxers. You tried not to ogle at his naked body, the softness a stark contrast of your Daddy’s toned big body. He’s attractive, making your misery even more painful.

He doesn’t need any stroking, his hard dick pressing against his pudgy stomach as he grasps your hips hard pulling your body to bend how he wants.

Guiding you over his thick cock, tip prodding your slicked hole, Lee can’t stop staring into your tear-leaking eyes. His azure gaze is so intense you keep eye contact as you try to muffle your sobs.

He is in with one steady thrust that sent your back curling against the mattress unconsciously. He hovers over you as you shut your eyes tightly, one hand wrapping around the mound of your left tit and the other diving to where you were connected to flick at your clitoris.

His cock stretches you painfully, touching places you didn’t know you had. As your warm walls clinged to him, your legs pushed against his hips to unplug himself off you.

“God,” he breathed out, hand placed around your tit to grasp your jaw forcing you to look at him. “Such a pretty girl, can’t have enough of ya.”

He begins thrusting once your walls accidentally clench, his movement forceful but slow. He suddenly clashed his lips into your, your panting mouth open for him to slip his tongue in, and drowned you in a heated kiss.

Between his agonizing thrusts, Lee would pepper kisses on your neck and face while he rubbed your tiny nub. You felt your leg muscles tightening before relaxing as you soaked the mattres around two times before Lee gave his final push.

His warmth spilled inside of you, burning your tender insides before he pulled away. He observed with a triumphant smile as his seed leaked from your abused flesh before pushing them back in.

He gave you a final peck on the lips before searching for something to clean you with, resorting with his police uniform shirt and mumbling something about “smelling you at all times.”.

“Cute thing can’t even fight anymore,” he laughed at your falling-into-sleep form when he dressed you in the fluffy pijamas Robert had left for you along with the comfy nappies.

He tucked you gently on his bed after giving you a warm bottle of milk and cuddling next to you.

“Cant tell Daddy ‘bout our playtime pretty girl,” He whispered into your ear, licking the shell and watching you squirm and bite on the nip of the bottle. “Not if you know what’s good for you,”.

You nodded quickly as his arms tightened around you, tears falling as your eyes fluttered into sleep.

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