#soft!mr freezy

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party

Word Count:  2.4k

“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders.  He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl.  Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”

“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue.  He gave his friend another smirk.  He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it.  She’s cute!  She knows she’s my date, right?”

“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms.  Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands.  The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class.  She’s never been to a Rho party either.”

“I’m Meegan!”

“Lee.”

“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”

“Yeah,” he grinned.  She smiled.  He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”

“Sure!” she smiled.  Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped. 

But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone.  Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up.  Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. 

And when he turned around once more, he noticed her.  His brow furrowed. 

Why was she here?

Lee felt nervous.  Protective even. 

Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door.  She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee.  When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face.  He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place. 

He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly.  His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’  Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance.  When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness?  What are you doing here?  Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”  

“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily.  He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded.  It was light an airy while sounding sultry.  She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it.  I-I thought maybe you might need it.  I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”

His bear rumbled happily in his head.

Omega was thinking about us.

Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands.  His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers.  She chirped, then blushed and looked away. 

“Thank you, sweetness!  But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked.  She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”

She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.

“I-I’m sorry alpha.”

“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him,  “You should stay!”

Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”

“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun.  Enjoy the party!”

“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”

He smiled when her words tapered off.  She looked around the party.  It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”

Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”

“Never been to a party?”

She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer.  Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm. 

She’s a koala.  It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.

“No…”

“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid.  She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist.  He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house.  Talk to some of my brothers.  They’re great guys.  They’ll take care of you.  Go have fun, omega.”

“A-are you sure?”

He nodded, “yeah…”

He didn’t sound sure.  Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure.  There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party.  He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night.  He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala.  But he knew he couldn’t. 

So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup.  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist. 

Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes.  He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.

Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her.  Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved.  She was always so timid and focused on work.  It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.

It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors.  He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while.  She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye.  He knew that.  She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.

“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”

“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them.  He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around.  Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos.  Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”

A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach. 

Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos.  She was an innocent little thing. 

No, not his sweetness.  Not unless she’d been given something.  Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor. 

Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together.  He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts.  And his heart stopped when he saw her.  His little sweetness.

She was up there with his brothers.

The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh.  Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties.  Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side. 

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother.  He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”

“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips.  He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open.  Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s.  Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker.  We’re doing this for you.  Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson.  Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no.  The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”

Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers.  She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee. 

“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg.  Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg.  His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down.  I wanna feel you, Lee.”

“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed.  He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style. 

“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”

She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker.  She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station.  She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party.  You fucking pricks!”

“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled.  He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”

Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee.  His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though?  Right?  Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”

Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala?  This is sweetness?”

Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use.  She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground.  She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm.  She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station?  THIS?  She’s here?  Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming?  That this was her?  Why wasn’t she with you?”

“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman.  He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland.  Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily.  She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild.  When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face.  He growled, “what did you give her.”

“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”

Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze.  She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch.  And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”

“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”

She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again.  He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans. 

“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”

Lee only growled in response.  The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance.  Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent.  Instantly he was salivating.  Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.

Her scent.

It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could. 

“Alpha!” she chirped once again.  Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck.  Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again. 

Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat.  He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff?  Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.” 

“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.

Tag list:  @lohnes16, @bxnnywriting, @krissy25, @stockholmdolly, @snowwhitevsalice, @xonickibaby, @infatuatedjanes

[littlelioncub43]

Ahh i love bobby. I wouldn't mind sitting in his lap all day <3 just playing with his hair, tracing his face ahh i need him now and i need him badly (also cockwarming yes)

Im abnormally soft for Bobby.

His favorite thing you do is when you cradle his head and kiss the bump of his nose. He doesn't tell you that, of course, but he adores it. Melts him instantly. Second favorite being a forehead kiss. No one has ever kissed his forehead before, so it's something special just for the two of you.

[onsunnyside]

𝐈 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐅𝐢𝐱 𝐇𝐢𝐦 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐲 ❤️‍🔥

Daddy’s finally home and we must celebrate the moustache revolution !! With the release of The Gray Man on Netflix, I’m throwing a party centred around Lloyd Hansen. This means anything Lloyd Hansen x reader, absolutely any au or trope, I’ve written many, so I’m always excited for ones !! Send whatever your slutty heart desires, friends 🥰 (the party name is a lie bc i love Lloyd the way he is 👹) | PSA | AU PSA

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𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝-𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 | July 22–23 (REQUESTS CLOSED)

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𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬: all things Lloyd: any aus, TGM!Lloyd (the crime daddy, CIA assassin), dilf, DBF, BFD (best friend’s/boyfriend’s dad), professor, perv/sleazy!lloyd, pornstar au, hybrid!reader, innocent!reader, basement wife, pet play, soft dark/dark—send anything, I encourage the sluttiest behaviour possible !! | Before sending a prompt, please check the list below in case it has already been sent. No requests are guaranteed.

all asks/drabbles/things related to my celebration will be tagged under: #icfh party & all drabbles will be reblogged onto my library: @onsunnysidelibrary

PSA: since this party is centred around The Gray Man, everything to do with spoilers will be tagged with #the gray man spoilers. I already watched the movie, and online says it releases at 3am EST on Netflix.

Reminder: my blog is 18+ — minors DNI. [time zone converter]

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐠𝐬: all fics, drabbles, etc.

updated as they’re posted | [smut*]

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

𝐁𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧; one shot: Lloyd Hansen x stripper!reader, possible dark undertones, gunplay*

Lloyd’s kinks (#kinky lloyd):

dacryphilia* | knife play* | gunplay* | exhibitionism* | mhm balls* | you’re needy*

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞; mini masterlist of limited Lloyd AUs for this party !!

Includes: 𝐂𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥 | 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

#lloyd x bunny | #lloyd x brat | #lloyd x innocent!reader.

he corrupts you* | he takes you on vacation*

Prisoner!Lloyd (#prisoner!lloyd): concept | in his cell*

𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲; one shot: Lloyd Hansen x cat hybrid!reader, dark undertones, exhibitionism, mean!daddy!lloyd*

Demon!Lloyd (#demon!lloyd): his forked tongue* | fic concept

pervy gymnast coach!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!reader alone at the gym* | through your leotard* | punishment: stationary bike*

professor!Lloyd Hansen & professor!Ari Levinson: good dom, bad dom*

(#assassin!reader)*

The Hansen Twins (#hansen twins): Lloyd Hansen & Mr. Freezy

Bully!Lloyd x cute nerd!virgin!reader (#bully!lloyd)

by the Lloyd Hansen enthusiast anon: sneaking onto Lloyd’s private beach* | you fuck up a mission*

Lloyd Hansen x captive housewife!reader*

#petplay au

[withlovefromsimtown]

Lifa's Life Update (+Sims Progress)

Well it's been a minute, but We're still here & I don't mind.

Things roughly in order:

I fully remapped onto a custom SC4 terrain & rebuilt an entire Sims 2 BG neighborhood to update it to UC (any guesses?), started working on clothing defaults for the aforementioned neighborhood.

Started 2 huge TS2 projects that I may someday finish, completely unrelated to all of that, because I was in Milkshape & I can't control myself.

Had my partner's friends over A LOT, like it seemed like every couple weeks for awhile someone would be crashing in the guest room. (They're my friends too they just... started off as partner's friends lol.)

Barbecued & grilled a lot, because friends & food.

Went to a VNV Nation show with my friend (things that are on the Elder Goth Bucket List lol), made a whole Yeet Weekend outta it & also went to Ikea, Fivebelow, Spirit Halloween, a local outdoor market, & a snowcone stand.

The fucking holidays.

Got sick, part 1.

Surprise, my cat has diabetes & needs 2x daily insulin shots!

More of the fucking holidays.

Got sick, part 2.

2x/month cat checkups to check blood sugar & adjust the dose, for like 3 months.

TX freezes, local friend doesn't have sufficient insulation or central heating in their home to deal with the temps, because TX, & comes to stay with me (with their cat) for a week because I have central heating.

During that week that my friend was here, Mr Diabetes Cat decided to a) eat all the dry kibble out of every bowl, b) refuse wet food at shots time because he was full of dry kibble, & then c) throw up kibble & turn around & pee all over my carpet right after throwing up, which resulted in him not getting his shots that night--they have to be given with food---& getting scheduled an urgent vet visit in the morning. (He's fine, just expensive.)

On the day it actually warmed up outside before it went back to 20 degrees, friend & I did a mini-hike together. We also had food from the Generic Asian Cuisine place (yeah I know, it's Texas though) where we got Pho, Lumpia, & a tofu stir-fry.

I regret having to work during the freezy times, unfortunately.

Partner obtained me a uhh... knockoff Steamdeck handheld? Rog Ally? so I can keep Win7 on my monster computer & also play my dumb ancient murder-aliens 4x RTS game on Steam that I like, but I haven't fixed my mods for it to play it, because I...

Got sick, part 3.

While sick, took Mr Diabetes Cat to his very last 2-week checkup; we're on 3-month checkup schedules now! Because he's stable! Yay!

The entire house is a disaster & I'm still not 100% but I'm back to cooking/cleaning a bit between work at least.

Working on more of the necessary clothing defaults for the TS2 neighborhood I redid.

Planning for March when the entire zoo needs to be vetted again for vaxxing, just gonna wrap the diabetes checkup into that & do everyone's bloodwork at that time also unless something drastic happens. (We do like 2-3 cats at a time over the course of 2 weeks, & then the dog on her own, we're not like... hauling a van of animals to the vet all at once...)

Need to get some of the soft mesh transportation prisons for the cats before then, because the big crate with the lid is about to disintegrate.

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2022 Kinktober Masterlist

Here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Massage: TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Masseuse!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 2: Biting/Marking: Eddie Munson x Slight!Possessive!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 3: Public Sex: Dark!Lee Bodecker x Dark!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🕸️

Day 4: Degrading: Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Bratty!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 5: Knife Play: Ghostface!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 6: Omegaverse: Alpha!Wolf Hybrid!Ransom Drysdale x Omega!Human!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 7: Panty Kink: Perv!Eddie Munson x Bestfriend!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 8: Skirts: 40s!Bucky Barnes x Showgirl!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 9: Size Kink: Beefy!Ari Levison x Petite!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 10: Blood Kink: Dark!Steve Kemp x Innocent!Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️

Day 11: Monster Fucking: Loki Laufeyson x Witch!Fem!Reader 🔥🌙

Day 12: Anal: Dark!Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader 🔥🕸️👿

Day 13: Choking: Sub!Thor Odinson x Dom!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 14: Phone Sex: Nomad!Steve Rogers x Needy!Fem!Reader 🔥

Day 15: Body Shots: Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 16: Fucking Machine: Sub!Ransom Drysdale x Soft!Dom!Fem!Reader 🔥👿🌙

Day 17: Threesome: Steddie x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 18: Cuckolding: Lloyd Hansen x Married!Fem!Reader 🔥👿

Day 19: Bondage: Soft!Dom!Wanda Maximoff x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 20: Scent Kink: Rockstar!Perv!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 21: Mommy Kink: Dom!Natasha Romanov x Sub!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 22: Dacryphilia: Rockstar!Soft!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 23: Morning Sex: Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 24: Housewife Kink: Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Wife!Fem!Reader  🔥👿🕸️

Day 25: Praise Kink: Jake Jensen x Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 26: Knotting: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 27: Breeding Kink: Slight!Feral!Ari Levison x Wife!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 28: Thigh Fucking: Eddie Munson x Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

Day 29: Body Worship: Soft!Wanda Maximoff x Insecure!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 30: Daddy Kink: Bucky Barnes x Jealous!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥👿

Day 31: Age Difference: Uni-Student!Bucky Barnes x Professor!Fem!Reader 🌙🔥

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk

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

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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Series Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”

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

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

“Mommy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make it that fucking simple.”

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

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

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

“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”

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

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t need to hear this.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And later we’re going to play with…”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”

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

“Pie!  Cherry pie.”

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

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

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

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

Relationship: Mr. Freezy x hitwoman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal fisting, some degradation ) pussy hungry Bobby, soft and high kitten, established relationship, drug and alcohol use, mentions of violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They are sluts, that is all.

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Bobby growled and cracked his neck when he walked into the club, he and Curtis shouldering the crowd out of theirs and Lloyd’s way as they made their way towards the roped off area where you were supervising the rest of the girls.

As glad as he was that he’d managed to convince you to take on less hands-on jobs, he missed working with you as much as he used to. It would have been fun watching you beat the shit out on one of the assholes he’d dealt with tonight then been able to fuck you stupid in the car on the way back.

He could still fuck you now though.

You were leaning against the wall and sipping vodka when he found you, your hips swaying just slightly to the music as you kept one eye on the bosses’ girls and Bryce dancing and laughing and doing lines together while you also watched the crowd for any signs of trouble. Bobby could practically feel the change in your posture when you saw him, the way your body leaned towards him immediately making him growl and nod at Lloyd before moving to press his chest against yours.

“How was the job, Bobby?” You purred when he ducked to drag his nose over your cheek, sliding your free hand along the side of his neck and arching into him.

“It was fine, none of those idiots knew how to handle themselves in a fight.” He could feel how fucking warm you were and it was making him need to put his mouth on you. “How was babysitting?”

“Only had to stop the princess from scratching one dude’s eyes out, so good.” You almost dropped your drink when he wound an arm around your waist and pulled you close, moaning and squeezing your thighs together when he started sucking on your ear. “Missed you, Bobby.”

“Yeah, because you’re a needy bitch.” He bit your ear and groaned when you tugged on his hair, leaning back and licking his lips when he saw how blown your eyes were, loving the thought of having you all pliable and sweet since you went soft whenever you were high. “You on something?”

“Mmhm.” You set your glass aside and pulled the small vial of pills out of your jacket pocket, breathing deeply when he barely brushed his lips over yours. “You want one?”

He nodded and kept his eyes on yours when you held up one of the tabs and placed it on your tongue, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours so he could lick the pill out of your mouth. You melted against him when he deepened the kiss, whining softly and hooking your knee over his hips while you sucked on his tongue needily.

The effect was almost immediate. Bobby growled while he felt warmth start to flood his system, inhaling deeply and pressing close to you when he could smell how goddamn wet you were. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to get a nod from Lloyd and he yanked you back towards one of the private booths, dragging the curtain closed and tossing you onto the table as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Your breathy whines were only making him harder, his cock aching as it pressed against the front of his jeans while he leaned over you. You were already in such a haze from the drugs, and the way his hands were groping you and tugging at your dress was making it more intense. His hands skimmed over your thighs and you let them fall open lazily, purring when he shoved your skirt up around your hips and sat in front of you.

“Fuck, just look at this shit.” Bobby chuckled when you moaned as he dragged you towards his face, sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh and licking the mark he left while he watched your bare pussy leak and throb for him. “What a fucking whore you are, walking around showing off my pussy dressed like a slut. Should make you apologize to me.”

“‘M sorry.” You gasped when he swiped his nose over your slit and buried it between your petals, wriggling uselessly when he teased the tip of his tongue over your asshole. “Bobby…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He grinned when he heard you huff, grabbing your knees and shoving them up towards your shoulders while he dragged the flat of his tongue over your cunt. “How is this cunt so sweet when you’re such a bitch?”

There was no way for you to answer him when he wrapped his mouth around your pussy and sucked lewdly, shivering when his tongue slid inside you as he groaned at your taste. Taking two of those pills was paying off, even though you knew it was going to turn you into a gooey mess as soon as you laid eyes on him, but now you were about to come after almost nothing and it was worth it.

He could feel the way you were fluttering for him and it made him hum, swallowing as much of your slick as possible and still ending up with it dripping down his chin while his upper lip rubbed against your clit. Eating you out when you were high was one of his favorite things, the only thing better was fucking your when you were high, which he was going to do just as soon as…

You moaned and arched your whole body when your pussy clenched and you gushed your release into his eager mouth, your thighs trembling under his hands while he slurped up your juices.

“Such an easy bitch, Christ.” Bobby just let you writhe around stupidly while he rose to his feet, undoing his fly in a rush before stretching over you and grabbing your jaw as he shoved his cock inside you, making you whimper into his mouth. “What d’you think, kitten? Should I shove my fist up your ass while I fuck this slutty cunt?”

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“Yeah right, like anyone would ever want to date him.”

“It’s not a date, Madeline,” the girl grumbled, “not a real one…just say yes.  It’s an invite to a Rho party.”

“I don’t care!” she squeaked, looking away from her teammate, “I am not going to a party on Lee Bodecker’s arm.  He’s a pig and an asshole…”

“Most Rhos are,” her friend reminded her, “Just do it. Come on. You know they throw legendary parties.”

“You’re only saying that because Barnes invited you.”

“Yeah?” she asked, “What’s your point?”

“There’s nothing wrong with him!”

“He’s an asshole too!”

“But at least he’s hot,” she growled, pushing her friend lightly, “Bodecker is just…ugh…I don’t want to go into this with you…why couldn’t someone like Everett ask me?”

Her friend scoffed, “you want to fight that tigress that he’s had on his arm the past few weeks, kudos for you…”

“You get what I mean,” she groaned looking back away from her friend, “Curtis is a bear…but he’s thick in the right ways…Lee…isn’t.”

“Whatever Kia,” her friend replied with a laugh, “but I can’t pull any strings to get you in.  So it’s either Bodecker or nothing.”

“I think I’ll choose nothing!”

“I uh…I’m still here, you know,” Lee growled, growing angrier by the second as he glared at the two women who had proceeded to have the conversation as though he would somehow disappear.  They both looked at him, the chatty parrot shifters tinging pink as they became embarrassed.  Lee bit his lip and shrugged them off, “Whatever…I was trying to be nice because Buck asked your fucking friend, you uptight cunt.  You’re a stuck-up bitch with no ass.”

Before she could even so much as gasp in shock, Lee had skated off towards his teammates who were actively working on their defense. 

“Don’t worry man…I’ll make sure Buck uninvites that bitch,” Curtis said, hitting Lee’s shoulder, “that was fucking brutal to watch.”

“Or we can embarrass the fuck out of both of them?” Pronge smirked, his gaze shifting to the two parrots who were still gawking at him.  Lee looked away; his ego heavily bruised, “I can have em regretting talking about you like that.  They’ll be the talk of the campus…you know…next, after fucking Alana..”

“Fucking bitches,” he groaned, more to himself than his brothers, “why do you guys keep making me ask girls to our parties?  The only ones that say yes end up ditching me halfway through em anyways!”

“You’ll find a girl, Lee,” Curtis said hopefully, “I-I can see if Adriana made any cute little omega friends in her classes if you want…invite them for you?”

Lee shook his head, unable to handle the thought that he couldn’t get his own date so his friends had to do it for him, “Guys, I-“

“I’m gonna fuck that girl up.” Pronge decided, skating over to the two figure skaters who were still on the edge of the rink.  Curtis watched as the girl blushed, and quickly nodded her head.

“You cool with what he’s doing?” Curtis asked briefly, “I’ll put his ass in line if you’re not…”

“You know there’s no stopping Freezy when he gets his mind set on something...fuck you know how he acted out last week with that human he was dating.”

Curtis put his hand warmly over his friend’s shoulder, “we’ll get you a nice little obedient omega, Lee…don’t worry about it, sheriff.”

Lee gave a sad smile to his friend, and president of his frat, “r-really…it’s not necessary, Curtis…I think I’ll just hang out in my room and drink alone.  Maybe get some studying done…I don’t know…but I-”

“Be a man, Lee!” Curtis exclaimed, cutting his friend off while reciting their motto to the alpha.  He punched the chest plate of his friend’s padding to emphasize that he needed to man up, “we’ll get you your obedient little thing and you’ll be cuffing her to your bed, knotting the little slut before you know it!”

“Curt-“

“I’m gonna get you laid this year buddy!” Curtis smiled, cutting his friend off, “I found my mate and I’m not just going to leave you in the dust.  You’ve been my best friend since we were knee high, Lee…den brothers.”

“Den brothers!”  Lee groaned as his friend skated away.  He knew Curtis wasn’t joking.  The two of them really had been friends since they were cubs, and Curtis always watched out for the chubby alpha, making sure that despite his quiet exterior, no one ever took advantage of him.  But Curtis had something in common with his best friend that bonded them since they were cubs; regardless of how quiet Lee was; he had just as bad a mean streak as Curtis.  They’d even joked when they were kids that they’d find their mates around the same time and they’d be ‘den brothers,’ making sure that they had kids together that became best friends just like them. 

Any time Curtis had a girlfriend, he made sure Lee was taken care of too, and now that he had his mate, he was going to make sure that Lee had the same.  Lee was grateful, deep down, knowing that despite how people looked at the two asshole alphas, they always had each other.  And then there was Pronge. 

He was like the red-headed step-child of their little friend group.  A lynx, adopted by bears Pronge was a weird mix of his own instinctual habits with the ones of his learned family.  He was chuckling as he skated back, “Uptight little bitch.”

“She say no to you too?” Lee asked hopefully.  Pronge shook his head and he frowned.

“No…but she wants to make sure I don’t ditch her at the party and leave her with you,” he smirked, “oh…I’m gonna fuck her up good.”  

Lee frowned.  Another small dig at his pride.  His bear rolled over in his mind, over what felt like the constant stream of rejection from women, “Pronge, can we maybe not talk about how women don’t want to be stuck with me for a few minutes?”

“Don’t worry buddy,” he smiled, “I’m gonna be her little date for the night then get her really fucked up and let the pledges have their way with her…she’s gonna be on the latest installment of Rho Girls Unhinged.”

Lee closed his eyes and put his hand over his forehead, instantly rubbing his temples from the oncoming migraine. 

“Listen…I understand that you’re doing this for me…but I’m a cop, Freezy,” he groaned, “you can’t tell me you’re going to drug a girl and let the freshies take turns knotting her while you film it without her consent.”

“Hey, hey!” he said slowly, holding his hands up in defense, “I know what you do, buddy…I never said any specifics…and drugs?  What drugs?”

“Pronge…”

“You have such a wild imagination, buddy,” Pronge grinned, tapping his friend on the back, “drugs…where would I even get such a thing?  Who does drugs?”

“Bobby, you’re the biggest dealer on campus.”

“PShhhh,” his friend laughed, shooting him a wink, “Lee, you’re crazy!”

“Freezy-“

“You want first shot at her?” he offered sneakily, “I can blur out your face if you want…your little cop buddies will never have to know.”

“You’re fucking gross,” he laughed, looking back to the rink entrance where the girls no longer stood, “you know that, right?”

“And yet they always keep coming back.  They wall want a taste of freezy.”

“SHERIFF!  FREEZY!” Curtis called from halfway down the rink, “STOP FUCKING AROUND!  WE HAVE TO PRACTICE!”

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[nocturne-pisces]

Chum The Waters

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

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.” 

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.” 

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks. 

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.” 

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly. 

“Hey, boss.” 

“How did it go?” 

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you. 

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock. 

“What do you have for me?” 

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him. 

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.” 

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” 

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy. 

Bobby was one of those men. 

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs. 

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

[slothspaghettiwrites]

This for Chris Evans characters 🤤

👀👀👀👀 mmmmmmm okay nonnie. Again these are my own feelings and beliefs. This is obviously all fiction and these characters can be whatever you want them to be. Let me know if I've missed your fave!

Jake Jensen- switchy service top, wants to please and loves a good roleplay.

Johnny Storm- a new Dom, lots of experience being a sub so is keen to learn, still switches sometimes.

Steve Rogers- soft, but strict Dom, he likes his rules and will punish his sub, aftercare king.

Curtis Everett- fronts as a big hard Dom (and can be if his partner is a brat), is actually quite soft in private.

Ari Levinson- big fat PLEASURE Dom, like Jesus Christ hold onto your hats pals.

Jake Wyler- a brat, a grade A brat.

Lloyd Hansen- hard Dom who doesn't like limits, regularly has his subs questioning life choices, not a healthy relationship but we love a toxic daddy (see Freezy').

Lucas Lee- switch, but Dom leaning, not the biggest giver, prefers a service sub, but he is a total brat when subbing.

Andy Barber- when you look up Daddy Dom in the dictionary it's a picture of Andy.

Ransom Drysdale- this bitch is a pillow princess and I refuse to hear otherwise, he is a sub who likes to pretend he is a Dom, but we all know he a sub.

Robert 'Mr Freezy' Pronge- mean hard Dom, doesn't do limits or safe words, slight primal Dom (see also Lloyd).

[foxgloveprincess]

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

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

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

Word Count: 1,600

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod. 

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

“Yes, please.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I thought we were meeting your friend?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What’re you doing here?” he asks. 

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

“I asked a question,” he growls. 

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

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

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

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

“Why?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” 

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

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

[evansbby]

i firmly believe freezy would hire you for the summer, dress you up in a little uniform with the ice cream truck logo and drop to his knees behind you while you tend to customers, “you deserve a treat for working so hard, baby.”

I don’t know if I’ve read this before but I am on my knees begging for any dirty thots😵‍💫

GAHHHHH YES MR FREEZY’S LIL ICE CREAM INTERN YES YOUR MIND >>>

Why can i imagine Mr Freezy on his knees, spreading your ass cheeks and eating the booty while you’re serving soft serve to the customers BYE

And some random ass Karen is all 🧐 “Honey, you’re being very slow today, can I speak to your manager, please?”

And Freezy pops up, wiping his mouth, all smug like, “Yes, what seems to be the problem with her today?”

[the-queen-of-hell-666]

A Plaything for Him to Use

Kinktober 2022 - Day 12

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

Kink: Anal

Words: 1.4k

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

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

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

Banner by @vase-of-lilies​ 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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