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.
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!”
Summary: Steve works at a candy store, but candy is not the only sweet thing he’s going to have his hands on. Especially when the sweet “thing” can talk and gives him the ultimate sugar rush.
Pairing: Steve x Fem!Reader (and a special guest)
Warnings: Explicit 18+. If you’re not, log out and go to church. Daddy kink, food play. Degrading kink, exhibitionism. Public sex. Oral sex female and male receiving. Utter sweet, filth.
Word Count: 2,135
A/N: This fic is for my sweetest spouse, @curtiseverettswife I hope you like it. -Love Steeb.
The store was slow and Steve really had nothing to do other than stock up on sweets that almost ran out during the rush.
You asked if you can help, but he told you no.
“Steve come on. I’m bored.” You whined as you lean against the glass table.
“I know sugar. But I can’t leave until he gets here.” Steve pulls the lollipop out of his mouth with a pop and gives you a kiss over the counter.
You smile a little at the taste of cherry on his lips. It makes your body react in a sugar rush kind of way. It makes you want to hop over the counter and taste more of your man.
Steve pulls away as soon you move your lips, pressing the lollipop onto your lips. He grins. “Finish it for me.” You were about to grumble, but an idea popped into your head.
You flick your tongue on the tip of the lollipop and get the red ball into your mouth. “Okay, daddy.” You winked as you turn around, your hips sway and so does Steve’s eyes.
Steve hated himself for giving you that lollipop. It distracts him more than ever. You know it in your bones that Steve stares more than usual. So you gave him a show.
You swirl your tongue on it, run it down your tongue, and wraps your lips around it as you catch his gaze.
His adam’s apple bobs up and down as he watched you. A customer came in and he hesitantly tore his eyes away from you to greet him.
As the man looked around, he started to talk to you, and flirt away. You tilt your head, twirling your hair as you laugh at his jokes. You can feel Steve’s eyes bore its blue fire at the two of you. The man leans in and whispers something to you, making you giggle.
Steve stays quiet, but you know he’s irritated but more importantly hard as those rock candy.
The man finally left and now it’s just the two of you again.
Steve leaned against the wall behind him, his gaze on you, and his arms folded on his chest.
“Did you really have to do that?”
“Do what?”
He scoffed at you, playing all dumb. His eyes flicker at your pouty lips, how it gleams with sugar, and red from how hard you’ve been sucking that cherry pop. You licked your lips slowly.
“You need to stop.” He warned voice low and a little raspy. You clenched your thighs together, fuck that’s hot you thought.
“Make me.” You taunted, maybe your biggest mistake or your best move. Steve pushes off the wall and walks towards you, his steps slow and calculated. Like a predator, watching its prey.
He keeps walking towards you. He takes a step forward and you backward. Until your back reached the front door. He leans close to you, so close that you can smell the cologne and cherry mixed together.
He reached his hand beside you and you close your eyes as you felt his warm breath against your collarbone. He turns the sign from “open” to “close”.
“Steve..” You gasp as he bites your pulse point. You almost dropped your lollipop as you felt his tongue smooths over the pink mark. “It’s daddy to you, brat.” His tone changed as he said the word brat.
Now you found yourself splayed out on Steve’s laps, your ass stings, but your panties soaked.
Steve brought his hand up and then down, spanking you hard. Your body rocked forward. The pain shoots ecstasy to your body like pop rocks candy.
“How many is that sugar?” You mumble out the answer and Steve had to spank you again for you speak up. “T-ten daddy!” His hands run his hand down your ass, making you shiver.
He slips his middle finger down your soaking panties. “You think it’s funny to say no to your daddy?” He hooks his finger on the thin material and rips it off you.
“Flirting with strangers and sucking on that lollipop like it’s my dick. He has no idea how dirty-minded you really are huh sweetheart?” You heard the lollipop clicking against his teeth as he takes it out of his mouth.
“Or how dumb and wet you get after a few spanks from me.” You felt the sticky tip as Steve pressed it on your bare cunt. He runs it up and down, coating the lollipop with your arousal.
“Look at me.” Steve commands and you look up at him as he brought the red candy back into his mouth. You whimper at the sight, wishing his mouth closed around you instead.
He picked you up and places you on the metal table, where all the candy was made. He spread your legs apart and he hums contently at the sight.
Steve runs the pad of his thumb over your bottom lips, he pushed your mouth open and slides two of his fingers in. “You know what to do.” He murmured. You wrap your lips around his digits and start to bob your head, your eyes almost fell close until, “No baby, keep those eyes on daddy.”
Before you find a good rhythm his other hand finds the hair on the back of your head and he tugs it, making your head tip backward. “Ngh daddy.” You moaned.
“Such a dirty slut, you’d suck on anything daddy put in your mouth hm?” Steve glides his spit-soaked fingers around your pussy then he slides them in, curling them inside you. “S-Daddy! Oh, fuck.” You yelped, your hips rolled to his fingers.
“Feels good huh? Look at how you wrapped prettily around my fingers. Can’t wait till it’s daddy’s cock. Maybe I’ll just cum on your pussy and not let you come at all. Daddy’ll fuck it into you and let you walk home with me, with my cum running down your legs.” You clenched around him at the image he just put in your head. “Dirty girl, you’d like that huh?”
“Daddy..” You whimper, your legs wrapped themselves around his hips to pull him close.
“Come on use your words. You talk just fine when you said ‘make me’.” You gritted your teeth, willing your mouth to cooperate with your head to form some kind of words.
“Daddy please..” Steve added another finger in and made sure to brush it against your sweet spot. “Ahh Steve.. Please daddy. Fuck me, fuck me.” You begged, all breathy.
Steve pulls his zipper down and lets out his hard-on. You bite your lips at it, it’s hard, and leaking at the top. Steve caged your jaw in his hand to force you to look at him as he slowly enters you.
You were so wet and from his fingers, you’re ready for your candy man. Steve wasted no time and with three languid thrusts, he’s sheath inside you.
“God Y/n, so fucking wet and perfect for daddy. So fucking perfect.” He praises and it made your core clenched around him. “Daddy, daddy please fuck me.”
Both of you were so lost in each other’s arms that the ringing from the bell up front didn’t reach the lust-clouded back room.
The man licked his ice cream as he watched the two of you go at it. He can see your back shine with sweat and Steve’s large hand on you, holding you as he fucks you deep and hard.
The man is sporting a nice bulge under his uniform. The ice cream in his mouth melts faster than usual as he hears you repeatedly call Steve daddy. It made his bones hums with arousal and he wanted a taste.
Steve looks up from his place on your neck and saw him. He didn’t budge, he just smirks at Steve. Steve didn’t slow his hips, instead, he holds you closer and thrust his hips harder. Steve stared at him, eyes glow with lust and defiance.
“Need a hand?” The man offered as he throws his ice cream in the trash bin. Steve looks down at you, who’s now turning your head to see a man approaching from your peripheral vision.
“Robert?” You asked, your voice barely came out as you felt his rough lips against your bare shoulder. “Mhm, the one and only sweetness.” He purred as he placed his chin on your shoulder, his dark eyes met Steve.
“You two, horny rabbits didn’t even lock the damn door.”
“You’re late.” This makes Robert laugh. Now all you can smell is vanilla and cigarettes, your toes curled at the perfect swirl scent. Your body starts to heat up more from the excitement and the way Steve throbs inside you indicates that Steve wanted this too.
“Aw Steve, I came right on time. So what’d ya say, give me a taste and I’ll never be late again.” Steve knows he’s bullshitting, but you still needed to be punished. His eyes find yours and you nod at him, giving him the ‘yes’.
Steve lays you down on the table and Robert grunts at the sight of your naked form. The metal met your heated skin and it made you jump a little. “ ‘s okay darlin’. Mr. Freezy will take good care of ya.”
You watched in anticipation as Robert tugs his pants open, releasing his cock. You swallowed thickly at the sight. “What’s wrong honey? Am I bigger than your daddy?” Robert teased the tip of his leaking cock on your lips.
“Fuck you, Robert.” Robert grinned at Steve, giving him a wink.
“Be a good girl and open up for your daddy over there.” And you open your mouth, letting Robert slides his cock inside.
“Aw shit, Rogers.” He growled as you expertly swirl your tongue on the base of his cock. You deep throat him and Robert had to hold onto the table to stop himself from coming.
“Got a good practice from your daddy I bet.” You moaned around him as you felt Steve starts to move again.
Robert thrusts in and out of your mouth. You gagged as the tip hit the back of your throat and it made Robert moves faster. He watched as his cock made its way down your throat.
“Choke her Robert, she loves it.. Oh shit-ah.” Steve hissed at the way your pussy grips his cock like a glove. “Oh yeah? Didn’t know your girl was such a kinky little slut.”
Robert wraps both of his hands around you and applies pressure. From the way Steve’s fucking your cunt, Robert in your mouth, and the hands choking you, you saw stars. Your body tensed at the absolute pleasure both of the men have filled you with.
“Don’t cum. Don’t cum until we do.” Steve pressed his thumb to your clit and rubbed them slowly to warn you. “Rogers I’m gonna paint your girl’s mouth, she’s sucking me so fucking good.”
“Do it, she’ll swallow every drop.” Robert groaned as he fucks into your mouth till he came deep inside. You moaned as Robert keeps on moving his cock inside your mouth till the very last drop of his cum was spilled. “Greedy girl, swallow it all honey. Like your daddy told you to.”
You felt Steve throbs inside you and you knew he was close. Both men exchange a look and the next you know you were sandwich between Robert and Steve. With Steve still fucking the soul out of you, you felt Robert’s chest against your back.
Robert kissed and nipped along your neck. He snakes his hand in the front and starts to rub at your sensitive pearl. You moaned loudly and begs at Steve to cum inside. “Inside daddy, want your cum inside me.”
Steve groaned, gripping your hips as he comes and paints your walls with his seed. “Fuck-Y/n.. Shit.”
Robert quicked his hand on your nub and as your body tense, orgasm hits you like a splash of hot water. Making your whole body tremble in pleasure. “God, oh my fucking-god!”
Robert smirks at the sight of you two, fucked out couple. “You’re fucking nuts Rogers.” He brought his soaked fingers into his mouth, tasting both you and Steve.
Steve looks up, a crooked smile on his lips. “Shut up Freezy.”
Robert left you two to clean up. Steve kissed your forehead softly. “Learned your lesson?” You hum lazily and shook your head. “Nope.”
Pairings: Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Cherry
Rating: mature
Warnings: language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 2.1K
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This is a bad idea. Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was. Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.
Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside. “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you. “He called.”
“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.
“We gotta…freaking fix that.”
“She’s confused. She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory. “See? Cherry.”
“Dadadadadadadada!”
Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”
“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What? You’re the one bringing it up. There’s video evidence to prove it.”
“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her. “We’re freaking talking. How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”
“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting. “No no!”
“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him. “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”
“No no! My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman. “My!”
“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel. Who was this woman? Where did she come from? And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset. “Sundae, baby, come here.”
“No no! Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman. Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s. “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.
“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice. It was grating on your nerves. Cloying in the sound. Like nails on a chalkboard.
“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up. He didn’t care. All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to. “She’s confused because I was in prison. Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case. Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe. She was pregnant with my child. You know, standard stuff. He…freaking protected her. And took care of her, didn’t you?”
“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him. Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him. “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him. Had been watching the door every time it opened. Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him. But right now, he didn’t deserve that.
“Baby?”
“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers. You didn’t like anything about this woman. But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second. You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.
Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous. He could see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman. Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy. This he couldn’t have.
He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae. You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him. It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.
“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside. Come on.”
“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out. Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different. Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home. She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.
“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman. Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman. Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel. He would do it. You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her. Didn’t like how she was touching him. You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it. “Mama, out!”
“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside. Come on.”
“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her. You were one thing. He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?
Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours. “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face. You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people. She could get trampled on. Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”
Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person. Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger. Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms. “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest. Rocking himself back and forth. He missed her as well.
“Is she the only one?” You glare at him. He was being unfair. You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people. “I see.”
“Cherry, it’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what it’s like? Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”
“He is her father, and I love him. I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you. “He’s a part of my life.”
“Yes, and you’ve made that clear. And I’m not in that equation anymore. You got what you needed out of me.”
“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”
“We’re talking now. You both used me. And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough. This was silly, this back and forth. And he was the third wheel. “I developed feelings for you and Sundae. And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true. This was a bad idea.
“And I can’t watch you two. I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”
“I never fucking said that. Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around. “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk. This needs to be done in goddamn private.”
“Then you should have asked for just me. I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek. Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him. A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips. “I’m not your daddy.”
“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her. Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.
“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman. “She’s fucking screaming for you.”
“Then deal with her! She’s your daughter. Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying. Walking into the house, and into your bedroom. Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation. “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”
“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”
“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house. He didn’t want to hear Sundae. Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped. Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset. “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”
“You better shut your goddamn mouth. I was going to fucking tell you something.”
“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert. “Tell me! What the hell do you even have to say? Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought. Choked. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
“She loves you!”
“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard. He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here? You were right. This was a bad idea. “Go on, tell me? Which fucking one, Freezy? Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off! I don’t fucking need this shit. Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.
Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen. All of them frozen, and scared to move. “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”
He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground. “Out! Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath. Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky. Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here. Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.
He was confused. Cherry was the only exception. He loved Cherry in his way, too. But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you. Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together. “Fuuuck!” He screams again. He didn’t know. Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.
He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away. Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter. Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever. This would not happen again.
He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby. “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily. Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest. “There there, darling. It’s going to be okay. Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right. Man to man. Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes. “Is her sleepy? Her needs her little ice cream cone.”
There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl. Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone. Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head. He would make it right. You and Sundae were not going to be upset again. Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family. He was in fact, the cherry on top.
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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader
summary: after coming to a rent agreement with your landlord, you find yourself bending to his will until you were his perfect slut.
word count: 2,161
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dubcon, i think this counts as free use?, rimjob/ass eating, anal play, male masturbation, cum eating, degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch, whore, slut, cumdump, cockslut), spitting in mouth, spanking, cockwarming, not proofread
sequel to “this month’s rent”
You buried your face in your pillow, trying to force yourself back to sleep. Even though your dreams had turned to nightmares ever since Robert changed your rent agreement, it was far kinder than the horror movie you were now living in. Robert had taken great pleasure in bending you to his will, forcing you to be his perfect little cockslut. The minute he got home from...whatever it was he did, he was buried in you, making you milk him until he was satisfied.
He was rarely satisfied.
You had long since quit your jobs. That had been Robert’s doing. He said he didn’t even need to rent out his basement to you in the first place. Only did it to get the perfect bitch to breed, he said. Once you’d resigned to doing whatever he wished, he made you quit your two jobs and kept you locked up in the house. Sometimes he let you out, when he was playing the part of the neighborhood ice cream man. Those days, you were handcuffed to the freezers in the back, where the patrons couldn’t see, so that he could use your holes whenever he so chose. Most days, though, you were locked up in the house, forced to be ready and willing when he got home.
He’d gotten rid of most of your clothes. Burned them all once you quit your jobs. “Don’t need clothes with I got planned for ya, toots,” he’d sneered the day he got rid of them, watching as you slipped on a slutty maid outfit he’d picked out for you. He always picked out your clothes, had them laid out before you even woke up. But you could hardly call them clothes. Most days, it was skimpy costumes or the most revealing lingerie sets he could find.
You finally forced your eyes open, letting out a quiet sigh. You needed to get up. Robert expected the house to be in order by the time he gets home, and you don’t know what sort of mess he left behind. You pushed yourself out of bed, looking at what he laid out. Fuck, this was perhaps the most revealing thing he’d gotten for you. It was a red open cup bra that had straps that were attached to a collar, compete with a matching red and gold stud thong. (x)
After dressing yourself, you journeyed upstairs and started to complete the daily chores. Today wasn’t a bad day. Just laundry (where you pretended that the blood stains was ice cream stains), the dishes, and some light dusting. Plus, you had to make yourself lunch. But you waited on fixing dinner. Robert always liked to get a head start on eating dessert while you were cooking, so you always waited to get started until after he got home. He got real mad when you had dinner ready for him early, said you spoiled his appetite. You didn’t leave the basement for a week after that, not until he was satisfied that you’d learned your lesson. You shuddered at the memory, trying to force it back down. There wasn’t time to think about stuff like that. You just needed to make sure he was happy, that you played the happy little submissive role he wanted you to be.
Before you knew it, it was the evening and you heard him pulling into the driveway. As you heard him unlocking the front door, you got in the position you were familiar with: standing a few feet from the door, hands clasped behind your back, waiting patiently for him to give you your orders. This was the worst part of the day, having to play whatever role he wanted.
“Honey, I’m home!” he sang, slamming the door behind him. His eyes raked over you as he let out a low whistle.
“Do I look pretty, daddy?” you asked, pushing your chest out more, watching as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Think this is my favorite one you got for me. Really, really like it.”
“Shit, you look so good I could eat ya,” he said, looking away long enough to focus on unbuckling his belt.
“Would rather take care of you, daddy,” you said, smiling softly. “Can I, daddy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all day.”
“That so? My little cumdump that eager to take care of me?” he smirked. “Got the perfect idea for ya.”
He walked over to the living room, kicking his shoes off and tossing his pants off, before sitting down on the couch. He motioned for you to get in front of him, so you sank to your knees, waiting for further instruction. Robert sank a little into the couch, spreading his legs and propping his feet up on the coffee table behind you so that you were caged between his legs.
“Eat my ass,” he said.
You blinked, an unsettling feeling washing over you. He’d never asked you to do that before. How...What were you supposed to do? Was it like when he had you play with his balls? Just with...ugh, you didn’t want to think about it.
“Go ahead, eat my ass,” he said, reaching out and pushing your head down. Bile rose up in your throat as you steadied yourself, your tongue flattening as you licked at the puckered hole. “Go on, get in there. Don’t be shy. We both know you’re a big fuckin’ slut. Shiiit, that’s how you do it.”
You tried to distance yourself from what you were doing the best you could. You weren’t eating his ass. You were...Fuck, you didn’t know. There was no safe space to go to like this. This wasn’t like when he was fucking you and you could pretend that you had a loving boyfriend that was taking you apart bit by bit. No, there was no denying the reality of this situation.
Above you, he stroked himself, groaning as your tongue prodded at his hole. An idea struck you, something he would probably like, which meant you could get this done sooner. Slowly, you pulled away, smiling softly at him, as you asked, “Daddy, would you like me to finger your ass?”
“Shit, yeah, you do that, bitch,” he groaned. “Get you finger nice and wet.”
You popped your finger in your mouth, soaking it with your saliva, before going back down, lapping at the puckered hole again, pressing your finger against it until it finally pushed through. God, you felt disgusting as you pushed your finger in and out, curling and uncurling it. But, his pleasure over your comfort, right? You didn’t want to think about what would happen if you made him unhappy.
“Fuck, ‘boutta come,” he said, a loud sigh falling out of his mouth. “Get back up here.”
You pulled away, still trying to swallow your disgust, peering up at him. The hand he wasn’t stroking himself with grabbed at the back of your head, holding you just where he wanted you.
“Catch,” he groaned, thick white ropes spurting out, landing across the bridge of your nose, dripping down your cheek. You opened your mouth, trying to catch the last of it. He always came so much, you could barely understand it.
When it finally stopped, you brought a finger (not the one you’d been using before) up to your face, collecting the cum, before popping it in your mouth, making a big point to moan as loudly as you could mange.
“Yeah, you like daddy’s cum, don’tcha, ya fuckin’ slut?”
You nodded, finishing off eating the last of his cum. You smiled up at him, asking, “What would you like me to do next, daddy?”
“Oh, I got a perfect plan for ya,” he said, his hand leaving the back of your head, going to clutch at your jaw. He leaned over, his hot breath fanning over your face, his hand clenching around your jaw. “Open up, bitch.”
You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, trying not to cringe as a glob of spit landed on your tongue. Slowly, you swallowed, before batting your eyelashes up at him. “Can you do that again, daddy?”
You hated the way he smirked and chuckled, but you also knew he always went easier on you when you played into whatever desires he had. He pulled you up so you were straddling him, his already hardening cock pressing against you, pulling your mouth down close to his. “’Course I can, you dumb fuckin’ slut.”
You barely had time to open your mouth again before he was puckering his lips again and he was spitting on you. “Thank you, daddy,” you said as you swallowed.
“Now what’s my little whore want?” he asked. It was almost affectionate, almost made you forget what he made you into, what he forced you to be.
You cocked your head to the side for a moment, thinking. This almost felt like a trick question, like he expected you to have a specific answer. You knew with the position he pulling you into that he expected you to ride him. But that was too obvious, wasn’t it? What did he—oh. As you watched as his hand left your jaw, trailing down to your breast, you realized what he wanted. You bit your lip as seductively as you could manage, letting your finger tips graze your side as you went up to your breasts, pushing them together and leaning forward so they were more in his face. In your sultriest voice, you said, “Your titties want some attention, daddy.”
He liked it when you called your body parts his.
“Is that so?” he asked, swatting your hands away so that he could freely grope you. When you hummed a quiet mhm, he said, “Then I’ll give ‘em all the attention they deserve.”
“Thank you daddy,” you said. “Your pussy is also lonely. Can you fill her up while you play with your titties?”
“Damn right I can fill my pussy up,” he grunted, one hand leaving your breasts to grasp his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance. As he thrusted upwards, he said, “Gonna fill her up so good she’ll be fuckin’ weepin’ for her daddy.”
You gasped as he brushed up against your cervix, stars flooding your vision. “Thank you daddy,” you cried, your head falling back as his mouth attached to one of your nipples.
This, this was one of those moments you could drift away, imagine a better life for yourself. Maybe you were the housewife of some semi-wealthy man. He probably worked at a bank, probably high up. The president of the bank, maybe? Did banks have presidents, or was it CEO or something? But, anyways, that’s why you didn’t work, because he wanted you taking care of the house ‘cause he always worked so hard to provide for you and it was the least you could do for him. And when he’d come home, he’d bring flowers and shower you with kisses and—
“That’s it, my little cockslut, takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his hand slapping your ass with a harsh crack!
You gasped, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. Shit, no, go back to the nice daydream. Yeah, okay, you and your husband would sit down and eat dinner, and he’d tell you about his day. And when you finished dinner, after you did the dishes, you’d go to the living room, where he’d be watching the news and drinking a cold beer, you settle on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses along his jaw and his hand would wander and—
Fuck! Did he just bite your nipple?
“Shit, daddy, think I’m gonna come,” you cried. “Please, can I come? Been so good!”
“Yeah, you can fuckin’ come,” Robert grunted, his hips snapping against yours, his hand slapping at your ass again. “God, you’re fuckin’ milkin’ me right now. Might just fuck a baby into ya. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya? Wanna carry your daddy’s baby? Be his good little cumdump, pop out as many brats as I want?”
“Yes, daddy, whatever you want,” you cried as your orgasm washed over you, falling against Robert’s chest as he finished himself off in you, rutting into you until he was satisfied. You caught your breath, before whispering, “Thank you, daddy. You take such good care of your pussy.”
“Damn right I do,” he said, his hands wandering down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. “Now keep your daddy warm, ‘kay?”
“Yes, daddy.”
“Think this counts as your next month’s rent, don’tcha?” he chuckled. Your breath hitched as you felt one of his fingers prod at your asshole. “Or maybe I should get a little more action, huh? Make sure all of your holes are well used for payment?”
“Whatever you want, daddy,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, thankful that he couldn’t see your face. “Just wanna make you happy.”
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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader
summary: when you can’t get enough money for your rent, your landlord finds another way for you to pay.
word count: 2,425
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dubcon, innocent reader, name calling (bitch, slut, whore), making a sex tape, manipulation, tit fucking, face fucking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, implied somnophilia, daddy kink, degradation, not proofread
next month’s rent (sequel)
You should’ve known better than to ask your landlord for an extension on your rent. You should’ve figured out some other way to make some quick cash. Dipped into the little savings you had, take on a third job. Something, anything. You should’ve never gone to him. But...You weren’t sure. Your momma always said you were too naïve, saw too much of the good in people. Oh, if she could see you now, living with this man, knelt on your bed in just your bra and panties—ones he’d picked out. Went straight to your wardrobe, plucked ‘em out without even looking, and ordered you to change into them. God, how often had he raided your panty drawer to know exactly where you’d get your most provocative lingerie?
“Come on, smile for the camera,” he said, zooming the lens in on your face.
Reluctantly, you smiled, showing off your teeth, batting your eyelashes at the camera, praying that it was to his satisfaction.
You should’ve known it was all too good to be true. A cheap rental in the classifieds? For a one bed, one bath basement apartment? Yeah, you should’ve been smarter. You should’ve run for the hills when you saw Robert Pronge, the creep who drove an ice cream truck around town, owned the house you’d be renting out of. You heard the whispers, about how before he moved to town, his wife and son died under mysterious circumstances. Some even wondered if he’d been the one to kill them.
But you weren’t the type to judge. Never had been. Maybe he was just misunderstood. You knew that feeling all too well. Kids on the schoolyard always whispered about how you were a “freak” and a “loser” just because you weren’t as well off, because it was just you and your momma trying to make it through the end of each day. You wouldn’t want to ever put anyone through what you had to experience. It just wasn’t fair.
Besides, he wasn’t asking for much. A few hundred dollars a month for the basement apartment, plus you were allowed to use his kitchen and laundry room whenever you needed. All you had to do was keep up with the rent payments, not have over any guests, and keep quiet. A little strict, especially about the guest and noise situation, but it was better than anything you could get out of renting anywhere else. And, all things considered, you were a good tenant. You cleaned up after yourself, kept your head down, never did anything to bother him. So that’s why, when your hours got cut at one of your jobs and you couldn’t gather together enough money for that month’s rent, you thought he’d let you off easy, let you make up for it next month or give you a few extra weeks to gather the money or something.
He had other plans, though, you soon realized. You almost wondered if he’d been waiting for this moment to come, to find a reason to get you to obey his every order.
“I’d hate to have to throw a perfectly good tenant out on the streets,” he’d said, his lips brushing up against your ear as he pinned you against the kitchen counter. You were painfully aware of the bulge pressed up against your thigh, the way his breath smelled like cigarettes and cheap beer. “But you gotta pay.”
“I-I can give you what I have, but it’s not gonna be enough to—”
“That ain’t the kinda payment I was talkin’ about.” His lips moved down your neck. Your breath hitched as he sucked on a spot. No, no, no. He couldn’t be...Could he? “Got this new video camera the other day. Been wantin’ to test it out, but I haven’t found anything I wanted to film til now.”
“What...What do you want to film?”
“Think it’s somethin’ I gotta show you instead of tellin’ ya,” he said. “Go on down to your room, and I’ll be there in a minute so we can get started, yeah?”
You fought the urge to squeeze your eyes shut at the too fresh memory, trying desperately to forget about what you agreed to do. You got the feeling Robert wouldn’t be too happy about you trying to zone out during this whole thing. Something told you he wanted you totally and completely aware of everything that was about to happen. So you forced yourself to keep your eyes open, watching as he panned the camera down to your chest, waiting patiently for his next order.
“Take off that bra now, yeah? Nice and slow.”
One strap slipped off your shoulder, then the other. You reached around your back, unclasping it, and made a big show of tossing it away. Then you let your hands slip up your body, cupping and squeezing your breasts, letting out a near sinful moan. Was this what he wanted? A performance? Maybe if you did a good enough job, this would get over quick. Then you could find some other way to make the rent for next month. Find another job to make up the difference.
“Shit, you like this don’tcha? Why don’t you show me how much you like this?”
You chewed on your bottom lip, trying to figure out what he wanted. So, when you came up with nothing, you said, “How would you like me?”
“Looks like the bitch isn’t as dumb as she looks,” he snickered. He stepped closer to the bed, the camera trained on your chest as he said, “Move towards the edge. Yeah, that’s it. Now get me out.”
You reached out, unbuckling his belt and undoing his pants, pushing them and his boxers down his thighs to his knees. As his erection slapped up against his stomach, the weight of it all came crashing down over you. How, how was he supposed to fit? You weren’t the most experienced girl in the world, but you’d never seen anyone that big, that thick, not even the porn you caught your ex-boyfriend watching. Robert, though, seemed to revel in your horror, chuckling as he gripped his length with his free hand, giving himself a few pumps.
“Push your tits together,” he said. You tore your eyes away from his monster cock, your eyebrows furrowing together. Had you heard him correctly? What was that supposed to do? You’d expected him to tell you to suck him off or something. Was he expecting to fuck your tits? You didn’t even know that was an option.
“Don’t be shy. Know you’re a fuckin’ whore. Hear you gettin’ yourself every night, fuckin’ screamin’ like a cheap hooker. Shit, you probably ain’t even tellin’ the truth about not havin’ enough money. Bet you told a big fat lie so you could get my big fat cock, eh?”
Slowly, you took your tits in your hands, pushing them together, swallowing your protests. Now was not the time to be throwing a fit. Not when he could kick you out, or extort you with the little footage he already had. He took a step closer, pushing the head of his cock between them, setting a harsh pace from the start. You struggled to hold your position, the snapping of his hips nearing knocking you down. But you knew better than to do anything to piss him off. Things could only get worse from here, and you weren’t in the business of poking the bear.
“Fuck, almost as tight as your pussy.”
What? How did he—Had he done more than just raid your panty drawer? Had he done something to you before? But how could you not know?
“Kiss the tip,” he instructed, interrupting your train of thought. When the head of his cock poked back through the top of your breasts, you leaned your head forward, puckering your lips as his cock hit your your mouth. He groaned as the sensation, and you wondered if there was more you could do. The quicker you got him off, the quicker it would end. Right? So, you stuck your tongue out as his cock came back up, swirling it over the tip before it disappeared back between your tits. “Shit, yeah, keep doin’ that, you fuckin’ slut. ”
All too quickly, he was pulling his cock away. You nearly fell over, having been too reliant on leaning against him to balance yourself. But you didn’t have time to think about what to do next, because he was tapping the tip of his cock against your lips.
“Wanna come in your mouth, want you fuckin’ choke on my cream.”
You opened your mouth, letting him push his cock in til he hit the back of your throat. You wanted to push him away, to spit him back out, but he was already pumping in and out, making you gag around him, the sickening sound echoing through your small room.
You did your best to relax as much as possible, to focus on anything other than what was happening. But with the camera pointing straight in your face, seemingly focused on the tears streaming down your cheeks, you kept being brought back to reality. There was no escaping this, not even in your imagination.
“Who’s your fuckin’ daddy?” His balls slapped against your face while you choked on his cock. “Huh? Couldn’t hear you over you gagging around me. Don’t worry, little whore, we both know I’m your daddy.”
Your jaw ached as his load filled your mouth. Though you wanted nothing more to spit his cum out, you had no choice but to swallow, his cock still pumping in and out until you took every last drop.
“Dumb little bitch is finally good for somethin’. You’re a shit fuckin’ tenant, but like this? Makes up for all the shit you put me through.”
He set the camera in your, telling you to show it how there wasn’t a drop of his cum left in your mouth while he pulled his clothes all the way off, chucking them off to the side. Your heart hammered in your chest as you realized what was to come, and you were sure your fear showed on your face as he laughed when he took the camera back from you.
“Hands and knees. Now.”
You shuffled backwards on the bed to give yourself the room to get in position. He came around the side, gripping your ass cheek in one hand before giving it a hard slap, before doing it again to your other cheek.
“Huh, would you look at that. Barely even started, and you’re already soaked. Guess you are a good little slut after all, huh?”
He came back around, putting the camera up on the tripod he set up in front of your bed before going back behind you again. The bed sank under his weight and, with him unable to see your face in the moment, you let yourself squeeze your eyes shut as you waited for the inevitable to begin. Consequences be damned. You’d deal with his anger later. You just needed to make sure you still had a place to stay for the time being. Maybe once this was over, when you were able to find other ways to make money, you could try to find a place somewhere else, get the fuck away this psycho. But as you felt the crown of his cock push past your slick folds, you were brought back to the painful reality you found yourself in.
“So glad I can finally do this while you’re awake. Got fuckin’ sick of sneakin’ down here every night,” he sighed as sheathed himself inside you.
Shit. Shit, shit, shit. He had done this to you before. Or maybe he was bluffing, trying to scare you. He seemed like he got off on your uneasiness, on your fear. Maybe he was just lying. Or, even worse, he was telling the truth. And—shit. Were you getting off right now? Was he actually about to make you come?
You screamed as your orgasm hit you, too aware of everything he was doing to you to even make sense of what was happening. His fingers dug into your hips as your thighs shook, you clenching around him.
“Who’s pussy is this?” he grunted, yanking your head back, forcing you to look straight down the lens.
“Yours, daddy!” you cried, feeling another tidal wave of pleasure overtake your senses. Fuck, how could you be coming again already? Was it not enough that he was using you? Did he have to be good at what he was doing, too?
God, you felt like you were fucking drowning in ecstacy. You almost forgot what you were even doing, you almost forgot who was fucking you. If you let yourself drift away even further away, you could even delude yourself into believing that it was a good man fucking you. Maybe a sweet boyfriend who knew how to push all the right buttons because he took the time to learn you. Not some creep of a landlord who violated you and your boundaries without you even knowing it was happening.
“Yeah, that’s right, I’m your fuckin’ daddy,” he growled.
Finally, finally, he came, his cum painting your walls as he rocked against you. Thank god for birth control. You hadn’t even processed that he was fucking you bareback, but now you were all too aware as you drifted out of your haze, panic starting to rise in your chest as he slipped out of you and off the bed.
You pushed yourself up and turned around, sure that he was now done as he shut the camera off. You crawled under your covers, laying on your side, waiting for him to leave. But, luck just wasn’t in your favor nowadays. No, he got under the covers, too, pressing himself against your back. You wondered if he was just taking a break, if there was more he wanted, if this was far from over.
“Let’s make this a permanent thing,” he said, pushing his cock back in you as he pulled you back against his chest. Shit, well there was your answer. “You ain’t gotta pay me anymore money if you let me use this pussy whenever I want to.”
It almost felt like a question, but you knew it wasn’t. Not when he had that sex tape to do whatever he wanted with. So you bit back any protests you had, saying instead, “Yes, daddy. This pussy’s all yours.”
ever after: spun gold and kept promises (6) ✧ robert pronge
ever after ✧ a fairy tale anthology | ao3
pairing: rumpelstiltskin!robert pronge x miller’s daughter!reader
summary: in which you are the miller’s daughter and robert pronge is rumpelstiltskin.
word count: 1,135
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dark fic, smut, noncon, loss of virginity, forced breeding, daddy kink, spitting, slapping, name-calling (cockslut/bitch), not proofread
ONCE UPON A TIME, there was a land far far away where a young woman made a terrible mistake. You should’ve never made a deal with that man. Not when the price was so steep. Not when it would ruin you. You just...never expected it to end up like this.
You were born the daughter of a miller. Your family had struggled your entire life, and it only got harder when your mama died. It was just you and your papa from there on out, trying to make it by. But the older you got, the harder it was. Your father couldn’t pull his weight quite like he had before when he was younger, and now you were faced with the pressure of getting married when you both knew that you didn’t have enough to pay your dowry. You’d be lucky if anyone married you.
And that’s when things started to go horribly wrong.
You couldn’t stop yourself. You told one eensy weensy lie about learning how to spin straw into gold, and it spiraled far out of your control. Soon, the king heard of your alleged abilities. And you were confronted with your lie.
He locked you away in the tallest tower in his castle, telling you to spin straw into gold or else you’d lose your head. And, as you laid crying in the straw, a man appeared from thin appear, saying he’d use magic to turn the straw into gold for the price of your necklace. You accepted.
Then you were locked away again, with more straw to turn to gold. And he came back, and promised to do his trick again if you gave him your ring. You accepted.
You were locked away a third time, with an entire dungeon filled with straw to turn to gold and, should you be successful, he’d marry you.. But when the man came, you had nothing left to give. Until he said he would do it for the price of your firstborn child. And, not wanting to die, you agreed.
The king was more than impressed when he came down the next morning to see the dungeon filled with gold. Proposed to you right then and there, until you let slip that it had been done by magic. You weren’t sure how he thought the straw had turned to gold, but it turned out that the king had an abhorrent dislike of magic. He turned you away, saying that he would never, ever marry you.
The man who’d done the trick found you easily after that, and he didn’t seem happy. Stole you, took you away to his home high in the mountains, a snarl curled across his face as he shoved you onto the floor.
“I-I can find someone else to marry, I promise! Just give me some time—”
“Don’t bother. I’m going to make sure you hold up your end of the fuckin’ bargain,” he growled. With a quick flick of the wrist, your hands were bound behind your back, your clothes disappearing. “Gonna make sure you’re so stuffed full of my cum that there’s no way the seed won’t take.”
He climbed onto top of you, his own clothes disappearing. You whimpered as you felt his hardened cock press against your thigh. How the hell was he so big? Were all men this big? Holy shit, how was it going to fit?
“You’re gonna fuckin’ call me daddy,” he said, his breath hot and heavy as he leaned in close to your face.
You winced, trying to move away, but he grabbed at your jaw, forcing you to look back at him. He pressed his lips against yours, his tongue easily sliding past your lips. You tried to move away again, but he was too strong, holding you in place.
Finally, finally, he pulled away, a nasty smirk on his face as looked down at you, before rearing back and a glob of spit hit your face. Your mouth fell open as you tried to protest, but your words died in your throat as he spat on you again, this time the glob landing right on your tongue. His rough, calloused hands slid down your body, groping at your breasts, squeezing and flicking at your nipples, snickering as you squealed.
“Gonna fuckin’ break you in, gonna make you my fuckin’ cockslut. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya?”
When you didn’t say anything, he removed one hand from your breast, pulling back and hitting you across the face so hard, you tasted blood.
“Did I fuckin’ stutter, bitch?”
“W-Would love to be your cockslut, daddy,” you stuttered, the words feeling wrong as they left your mouth.
“Damn fuckin’ right you would.”
He reached down, gripping his cock in one hand, running it along your folds, his smirk only growing as he felt how wet you were growing. Shit, why were you wet? Your married friends said that only happens when you liked what was happening. Did you like what was happening? How could you like this?
“W-Wait, I’ve never—”
He pushed the head of his cock in, moving slowly as he was met with resistant. You squealed and screamed, trying to move away from him, but he only gripped at your hips, slamming his hips against yours until he was fully sheathed inside you.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he grunted, pulling back and then slamming back in again. “Gonna take a while to break you in. Oh, but don’t you worry. This fuckin’ cunt is mine, and I’m gonna make sure she can take every fuckin’ inch.”
You sobbed, screwing your eyes shut, trying to distance yourself from what was happening. Maybe you didn’t screw everything up, maybe the king married you. He’d probably be gentler. Not too gentle, your married friends said that men were rarely gentle. But it would be better than this, and you certainly wouldn’t feel so bad about what was happening.
He didn’t last long, growling about how your cunt was strangling him as he released his load. He pulled out, stroking his cock as he watched as his spend leaked out. Then he collected it with his finger, pushing it back in.
“Don’t wanna waste a single fuckin’ drop,” he winked. He let go of his cock to grab at your hips, flipping you over so your ass was in the air and your face pressed against the dirty floor. “Ready for round two, bitch?”
He didn’t wait for your answer.
And he did it again.
And again.
And again.
And again, what felt like a thousand times over, until he couldn’t anymore, leaving you a mess on the floor while he went off to bed, the cycle to begin again in the morning.
