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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!
please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.
fics.
flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play
a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys
clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports
lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play
help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen
devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet
did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play
you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration
blurbs.
not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play
in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia
delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin
Taken into a home of hired murderers, you are used for their enjoyment in whatever they deem necessary. Whether it’s to offer them comfort, or to offer them a place to let off some steam, never tell them no, or there will be hell to pay!
Lloyd Hansen, Robert Pronge, Bryce Langley, Justin Capshaw, Ransom Drysdale, Chase Collins, Nick Fowler
A/N: this is an assassin AU and will have dark themes of kidnapping, using your body, a bit of Stockholm syndrome, and is going to smut with a bit of plot. Have fun with this. My work is also 18+ ONLY minors DNI
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?”
So…how about a headcannon for CE Characters in werewolf au? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤
It's full moon afterall, time for making baby😌💖
pairing - alpha!andy barber x reader
word count - 1.7k
warnings - 18+, explicit smut, feral andy is a warning himself
a/n - ok this is definitely not what you asked for as it turned more into an alpha/omegaverse thing since I know n o t h i n g about wolves. whoops lol
Andy. Your darling hubby Andy. Being a lawyer takes up a lot of his time, and being around people so much causes him to get caught up in the human world. The full moon approaches quicker than he anticipated. The stressful nature of his job, his inner wolf pent up from the lack of action, and you. His sweet wife who smells so fucking nice.
After a successful trial verdict, all it takes is for him to step onto your front porch to smell you, your scent strong enough for him to recognize the lavender and burnt sugar in an instant. His wife, His mate.
You could smell him before he entered. Your hindbrain going into overdrive as his overpowering scent of amber, teakwood, and a dash of cashmere, starts to permeate the air. Shit... he is in rut. Turning off the television, you hear the door slam open. Your heart pounds in your chest and you wait for the sound of rapid footsteps down the hall.
Just as you’re about to rise from the couch he growls your name. Deep and urgent. Goosebumps scatter along your arms as the hair on the back of your neck rise.
“Run.”
Without turning around, you sprint out the back patio door and into the array of trees behind your home. He gives you a moment to run before losing all rational thought, his primal instinct taking over.
Take, take, take.
Running through the trees, he easily followed your route, your scent mixing with the trees and soil. Wanting to enjoy the trill of the chase, Andy continues to stay a few steps behind as he follows you.
Winding through the forest you try to hide behind a tree. Hearing a branch snap from somewhere behind the bushels of green, your breath hitches in your throat. You don’t dare move a muscle as he slowly revealing himself from behind.
You have been there for years to help Andy through his ruts, but this. This is something different. You take in your husbands’ feral state, his large hands in tight fists against his side, his jacket long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt are popped off, the stain of dirt and earth grazing across his chest.
His deep blue eyes rake over you, pressed tightly against the large tree in just your nightie.
“Alpha?” you question, trying to find another way to escape, before he closes in to your space with two large steps. Feeling the heat come off his body, you lick your suddenly dry lips. “I told you to run didn’t I? What if it wasn’t me at the door? What if it was a big, bad, man who wanted to take a bite out of my sweet wife?”. You hear the familiar clinks of his belt before he pulls it off in one swift motion. You could’t miss the size of his bulge, growing more excited with every passing second. So close you could almost taste it. Taste him.
“What if some monster caught you, hmm? They would never let you go.” His voice deepens as he exposes his swollen cock, thick and leaking. You try to move, your chest rapidly rising and falling, he cages you in. “And neither will I.”
He pounces on you.
Unable to wait any longer, he shoves your nightie up your waist, before twisting your panties to the side and slapping your bare cunt. “Present for me, omega.”
Quickly twisting yourself onto all fours, grinding your ass against him, you silently beg for his cock. Without saying a word, he lines up his hard cock against your sopping wet pussy, before pushing in with one firm, hard, stroke. His broken moan matching your sob of relief.
“That’s it ‘mega, such a good fucking slut.” He breaths out, easing out of you painfully slow, inch by inch, before slamming right back in. His firm grip on your hips allows him to angle deep into your belly as he watches himself disappear into your tight hole stretched around his cock.
“Oh god, o-oh fuck, alpha please.” You struggle to keep yourself upright, he continues to pound into you. The new angle pressing the tip of his cock right against your sensitive spot until you’re a babbling mess underneath him.
“You’re only mine, omega.” He growls, one of his large hand wrapping around your hair, yanking you against his chest before he smashes his lips against yours. My omega.
Mine. mine. mine.
The world around you spins, the rhythmic sound of his hips snapping against yours. Andy dips his nose along your cheek as his lips hover over the tears leaking down your cheeks, his tongue swiping across the salty drops. Crashing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring deep in your mouth being the only thing that keep you from passing out. Every swipe of his tongue and movement of his hips has you tumbling closer to the edge.
“Good omega, so good for her alpha. Come on.” He brings one hand around your front to rub harsh circles around your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts, your weeping hole creaming around his cock. “Want you to cum on my cock before you take my knot inside you. You want my seed don’t you? Want you to be round and swollen with my pups.”
You barely nod out a yes, unable to move away from his brutal pace, you grab at his arms around you trying to focus on climbing higher towards your peak. His coarse beard rubs against the sensitive flesh of your neck as his grunts flood your ears. “Fuck- take it, take my knot.”
You begin to shake as your mind scrambles with overstimulation. You can feel your stomach tightening at your impending release, your wetness soaking down your thighs. The base of his cock expands as his knot begins to take shape, he was close too. A few more swipes at your clit is all it takes for you to meet your limit and you let out a strangled cry as you’re consumed with the fiery pleasure making it’s way from the tips of your toes, to the bright flashes behind your eyes.
Your release triggers Andy’s, his cock twitching as his cum fills your cunt full, his knot locking you together in a tight embrace.
Both exhausted but barely begun, Andy shuffles the two of you lay back in silence as you feel his dewy skin melt against yours. Your leg hitched up against his hips to keep his cock as deep as possible. His lips find your bond mark, hot and pulsing against your neck, and sinks his teeth to reaffirm your bond, your body flooding with need again as the hormones buzz through your system. The bond broken wide open, the stream of adoration, lust, and possessiveness of Andy’s love flow through your system like a current as his cock hardens inside of you again.
“It’s real bright out tonight, honey. and we are just getting started.”
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Bonus - you know who would be extra cuddly and sweet during the full moon…
This mother fucker right here. Now usually Bobby takes his role as the beast he is quite seriously, razor sharp claws and teeth- you both loving the way he marks your skin. But the full moon happens to come right after his rut, so you get a whole 5 days of a cuddly, fucked out, soft(ish), Bobby 🥰 all he wants is to be taken back to your nest and hold him until sundown, when he can then let’s you take control and passionately ride him and lay on his chest with his knot still buried within you.
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.”
Summary: Your husband is finally ready to settle into a home, until the local sheriff pokes his head where it doesn’t belong
Pairing(s): Robert Pronge x Reader, future Lee bodecker x Reader
Word count: 3,060
Warning(s): sex trafficking mentioned, brainwashing implied, Robert Pronge, swearing, dubious consent to sex, implied domestic abuse, alcohol, red flag relationship, unhealthy relationship, rose-colored glasses perspective
A/N: Maybe I’ll make this a series?
How long had you been on the road? A couple of days? A week? The motels and roadside diners all looked the same, but you trusted your husband Robert when he said he'd found the perfect place for the two of you to settle down, he just wouldn't tell you anything about the place or how he found it. You just had to trust he'd do what was best for the both of you, just as you'd always trusted him to do what he thought was best for you. Robert saved you from a life of sex trafficking and abuse. Robert fiercely protected you from people who wanted to take you from him. He put a stop to the people who pretended to be your friends just to drive a wedge between you; he watched your almost every move to make sure you were always safe, he took any trouble out of your life and made big decisions so you wouldn't have to stress. He always said all you needed to do was to be his good girl and with everything he did for you, it was the least you could do for him.
You felt him gently shaking your shoulder some to awaken you, his voice soft but clearly excited "hey, wake up, kitten. We're here." You let out a tired hum and stretched as you looked outside at the house in front of you. It was a standard ranch-style house painted a pale, medium blue-grey with light trim, a good amount of windows, a decently sized but bare front yard and it looked fairly big. Your excitement grew as you scampered out of the car to get a better look at the house, your heart melted as you saw the mailbox. You ran your fingers over the white painted lettering 'Mr. and Mrs. Pronge'. For the first time since you got married almost seven years ago, you finally had a home together that felt like a home.
"What do you think, Kitten? Do you like it?" He asked from where he leaned against the hood of the car, arms folded over his chest as he watched you take it all in. "I love it!" You said excitedly, practically bouncing over to him and wrapping him in a tight hug "it's perfect." He wasted no time letting his hand fall to your ass while the other cupped your cheeks, pulling you into a dominating kiss that would make any watching neighbors turn away in shock at the overly intimate display. Everything about Robert was dominating and you'd long since gotten used to it. When he finally pulled his lips away from yours, he huskily whispered "why don't we get inside and you can show daddy just how grateful you are?" He was already leading you inside before he even finished his sentence, he knew you'd agree, you always did what he said; he'd trained you that way himself.
The inside of the house seemed to have all the major furnishings; a couch, a coffee table, a recliner, a dining set, and from what you could see of the rooms down the hallway, they had furnishings as well. He sat on the couch and looked at you briefly, clearing his throat after a minute, a signal for you to get in front of him. You hurried to kneel in front of him, hastily unbuttoning his pants; the last thing you wanted was to make him mad by being slow. You pulled his pants and boxers down a bit, just enough to free his member. Taking the hardened member in your hand, you stroked slowly and looked up at him, batting your eyelashes as you waited for permission. You knew how much he hated when you did things without explicit permission and you hadn't done anything that required any kind of punishing in four years.
When he nodded for you to continue, you wasted no time taking him into your mouth, slowly bobbing your head to take in more of him little by little. His fingers loosely tangled in your hair and his head fell back, soft swears and hisses leaving his lips. "That's it kitten, such good girl for daddy," he muttered when he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, bucking his hips and reveling in the sound of you gagging around him. These were the moments he lived for, the ones where he had absolute, undebatable control over you. Sure, he had absolute control over you already but in these moments, the control was palpable; if anyone came in and saw this, they'd know exactly how much power he had over you, how much he owned you.
His fingers tightened in your hair, almost painfully so, making you pick up speed. He bucked his hips just to hear your gag, a smirk settling on his face as he listened to the sounds you made; the gagging when he went too far down your throat, the slurping of your warm, wet mouth trying to accommodate his entire length, the small needy whimpers as you squeezed your legs together to gain some friction for yourself. His hips bucked harder when he felt you beginning to fondle his balls while your other hand stroked what didn't fit in your mouth "oh fuck, Kitten, you're doing so good for me, you're such a good girl; daddy's almost there." He smirked to himself as you went just a bit faster; he knew the praise was exactly what you needed to finish him. He held your face flush against him as he came with a loud 'fuck', a blissful grin on his face when he felt you swallowing his load.
After catching his breath, he finally let go of your hair so you could get up. "You're such a good kitten for daddy, I'm so proud of you," he praised, making you perk up while quickly wiping the mostly dried tears on your face. "How'd you set all of this up?" You asked curiously as you snuggled into his chest. "My long work trips the past few months, I've been coming up here for a week at a time to buy and fix up this place. I wanted to give my perfect little kitten the best home possible," he nuzzled his nose against yours with a grin. You straightened his glasses some and leaned down to give him a soft kiss "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me, Bobby, I love you so much." "I know, Kitten," he said with a hum.
His satisfied expression quickly turned to one of unbridled annoyance and anger when there was a knock on the door. "Go to the bathroom down the hall and clean yourself up," he ordered as you both stood up, tucking himself back into his pants. You nodded and hurried off to the bathroom while he opened the door, a muffled conversation could be heard while you cleaned up your face. Robert didn't care for you in makeup, he only liked when you wore mascara and lipstick. He said he liked watching the mascara run when you cried if and when he got too rough and the way your lipstick smudged when he grabbed your face to pull you into a bruising kiss. He liked to make a mess of you.
"Honey! Come meet our new neighbors!" He called cheerily, playing the part of a normal, jovial husband. You hurried to finish cleaning up, removing any trace of what just happened and straightening out your dress before you hurried to the front door with a smile on your face. "This is my wife, (y/n). Sugarbear, these are our neighbors Sandy and Carl Henderson, they live a couple of houses down the road and this is Sandy's brother Lee Bodecker, he's the sheriff of this fine town," Robert introduced, slinging his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer to his side. Though subtle, it was impossible for you to miss the way he grits his teeth and clenched his jaw when introducing the sheriff. You stuck your hand out and shook hands with the three of them, Lee holding your hand a little too long for comfort, but you ignored it, quickly clasping your hands in front of you and plastering a smile "it's nice to meet you all."
"Why don't you come in for a beer and we'll get to know each other some?" Robert suggested through slightly gritted teeth. He didn't exactly want to visit, he was more interested in breaking in the bedroom, and he definitely didn't want the sheriff in his house but he needed to appear nice and amicable. Robert led them into the living room while you went to the fridge to get drinks, not surprised to find he'd already purchased some on one of his earlier trips. You passed the beers and kept a bottle of water for yourself. When you went to sit down on the only spot available, next to the sheriff, Robert quickly pulled you into his lap, his arm around your waist "thanks, babygirl." "So, what brought y'all to our little town?" Sandy asked after taking a sip. "I just thought it was time for us to settle down somewhere and it was time to get out of Jersey," Robert answered.
"How'd the two of y'all meet? You seem, uh, pretty different," Lee asked as he eyed you both, his gaze lingering on where Robert's hand rested near your inner thigh. "It's actually kind of a funny story, do you wanna tell it Bobby or should I?" You asked as you smiled at him. "I'll tell it, baby, you always get the details mixed up," Robert said. He cleared his throat "I used to drive an ice cream truck and she always brought her little brother when I came by the park or her neighborhood. She was always wearing this adorable necklace with an ice cream cone pendant and it just felt like a sign. After the first time I saw her, I knew she was the only girl for me so I started giving her free ice creams whenever they came by and it took an entire summer before she caught on. I took her out to dinner at this restaurant by the sea and I clearly impressed her because now, we've been married for seven years."
Sandy awed at the story and smiled "that's so sweet and romantic." "It's certainly somethin' alright," Lee muttered before taking a drink. "Maybe if you had half the romance Robert has you wouldn't be an alcoholic divorcé," Sandy said as she took a drink, earning a harsh glare from her brother. "What're you doin' now?" Carl asked, quickly trying to change topics before his wife and brother-in-law came to blows. "I'm a private contractor. I'm pretty good with tools if I do say so myself and my wife can tell you how good I am with my hands," Robert said, a smug grin on his face as he eyed the sheriff. "I'm afraid you might've moved to the wrong town then, not a lot of need for private contractors out here," Lee warned lowly. "I've got contracts in surrounding cities, Knockemstiff was just a nice central point for my work," Robert countered. "And what about you, (y/n)?" Sandy asked with a soft hum. "I'm an artist but it's just for fun, I could never sell anything I make," you said humbly. You weren't necessarily a bad artist, you'd been told you were pretty good by a number of people but you doubted anything would sell. Robert always said it was a good little hobby anyway, nothing more.
The three of them stayed over for another half hour before they left, Lee lingering in the doorway "I guess I'll be seein' y'all around." "Well, we live here now so probably," Robert deadpanned, some annoyance and zero amusement in his tone. Lee chuckled sarcastically "right, well I suppose it was nice to meet you both." Lee finally turned his attention to you, taking your hand and softly kissing your knuckles with a wicked grin "it was definitely a pleasure meeting you, Sweetheart. If you ever need anything, you just call or come on down to the station and I'll drop everything." "We'll see you around, sheriff," Robert sneered the title through clenched teeth as if the word alone felt like acid in his throat, his arm around your waist drawing you closer into his side. "So if you'll excuse us, we have to go break in our new home," he smirked at the glare he received.
Almost the second after the door was shut, Robert was dragging you to the bedroom, his speed had you nearly tripping over your own feet as you struggled to keep up. He pushed you onto the neatly made bed and pulled his shirt off, impatiently unzipping and removing his pants "I don't want you anywhere near that fucking piece of shit. Got it?" His voice radiated fury. "Now strip for me, quickly, I'm gonna mark up your pretty little body so nobody can question who's you are," he ordered. You knew better than to argue, quickly pulling your dress over your head and tossing it aside.
Already impatient and angry, Robert ripped your bra off and ignored your quiet yelp. He smirked when he went to remove your underwear, only to find nothing there. "You're such a good little slut not wearing panties, you were just waiting for me to fuck your little cunt, weren't you kitten?" He taunted as he slowly ran his thumb through your folds, savoring the soft whimpers. "You aren't gonna go anywhere near that sheriff, are you, kitten?" He asked in a sickly sweet voice as his thumb moved up to your clit, suddenly pinching the little bundle of nerves between his thumb and forefinger when you didn't answer quick enough. "Are you, kitten?" He repeated harshly, a hard glare on his features. You quickly shook your head and bit back a yelp "I won't, Bobby." "Good," he muttered before swiftly thrusting his member into your channel. He always began with a rough pace, and tonight was no different. "Remember, kitten, cops didn't fucking save you," he chided, each word punctuated when his hips angrily connected with yours. "I did. Not them," he growled sharply. He wrapped your legs around his waist and brought you into a bruising kiss, his facial hair making it feel rougher than it already was, than he already was.
There's wasn't enough time between each slam of his hips for you to speak, you could just nod and return the fervent kiss. "Say it, kitten, promise me you aren't ever going near him," he grabbed your jaw tightly and squeezed until you opened your eyes, looking into the furious storm in his ocean eyes. "I promise, Bobby I-I won't go near the sheriff," you swore as best you could even with the tight, bruising grip on your jaw. "That's my good girl," Robert chuckled darkly before again pressing his lips to yours in a breath-stealing kiss that muffled any of the sounds you were going to make. Your almost-pained sounding moans filling the room were music to his ears. Each thrust of his hips sent the head of his member to the deepest areas of your core, battering the walls that enveloped his length so tightly. Robert's face dipped down to your collarbone, alternating between sucking or biting the sensitive skin and kissing or laving at the angry marks left behind by his teeth and beard.
When his hand finally let go of your jaw, it fell between your bodies to your clit. The rough pad of his thumb settled over your swollen, needy bud and began rubbing fast, cruel circles as his own thrusts became more ragged and erratic. "You gonna be a good girl and cum for your daddy, sugar?" He asked with a smirk when he felt your walls begin to flutter around him. You nodded wordlessly, biting your lip some as you looked up at the look of concentration on his face. "Use your fucking big girl words, kitten, c'mon now," he spat angrily, a slight sadistic grin briefly appearing on his face at the way you jumped to correct yourself "y-yes daddy!" "Go ahead, baby, cum for me. Now," he demanded, pinching your clit as he did. Something between an anguished gasp and a surprised moan left your lips as you tumbled over the edge of the cliff. In the midst of your own high, you felt him thrust a few more times before he stilled above you as he came. With his face nuzzled in between your breasts, his hip's violent thrusting slowed to a lazy rutting before completely stopping as he came down from his high.
Not out of affection or concern, but instead caught up in his own bliss, he slowly pulled out. With a smile on his face, he looked over your body; scars from years earlier littered your skin, bruises old and new in varying colors were painted across the surface. Once he got comfortable on his side of the bed, he took a cigarette and lighter out of the nightstand drawer and lit it. He half-heartedly draped his arm around your shoulder after taking a long drag "get some rest kitten, you'll have to go to the store in the morning." "Night, Bobby," you said with a soft hum as you pecked his cheek "I love you." "You too, kitten."
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After leaving the new neighbor's house, Lee headed back to the station to make a couple of calls, starting with the police in their New Jersey town. The other line rang and rang and rang, almost making Lee hang up until finally, a gruff voice answered. "Hello?" "Is this the Dumont chief of police?" Lee asked. "Who's askin'?" The man demanded to know. "My names sheriff Lee Bodecker of Knockemstiff, Ohio. I had some questions about a former resident who's moved into my jurisdiction," Lee said truthfully. "Who?" The man asked. "Robert Pronge," Lee answered firmly. Then other side went quiet for a moment. "Don't start down that rabbit hole, sheriff. It'll send you straight to hell," the man warned before he hung up.
Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Black Reader
Words: 2.6k
Summary: Tired of doing absolutely nothing, Mr. Freeze gives you something to do.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, dub-con, explicit sexual content, smut (facefucking, anal, explicit use of a popsicle, spanking, face slapping) dead body, some degradation.
A/N: This was self-indulgent I can’t even lie. I have always had a thing for Freezy once I got on this hellsite. Then watching the movie made my love for this man no better. This made me shocked in myself cause whew this man is a menace and deserves nothing but filthy sex. I hope you all like it! Like, comment, and reblog! ♥
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It was summer… A hellish heat scorching summer and staying in the house was causing you to want to pull your hair out. It wasn’t like you were doing anything in particular. Being out for summer break from uni and not having that many friends, your choice of course. You hated people and you didn’t give a fuck if they liked you. But you needed a change of scenery and you found it at the back of an ice cream truck of all places.
You stumbled upon the ‘Help Wanted’ sign near the truck as you were strolling through the park one day and passed by it. No way you would be giving out ice cream to snotty-nosed kids for the remainder of the summer. Fuck that. Every day you passed by the park and that signed stayed up. Surely people were interested. You finally caved and stood at the window until you were notified of a proof of life.
“The fuck are you doing?! Get away from there!” the voice behind you catching you off guard. Turning around you see the tall, fairly built man walking over to you, “Don’t you know it’s illegal to trespass little girl,” he spoke through clenched teeth as he gripped your arm. Shrugging your arm away from him, you look over to the sign.
You raise your finger to the sign, bringing his eyesight in your direction, “Isn’t that your sign?”
“Yeah… The fuck is it to you,” someone woke on the wrong side of the bed, you thought.
“So, if that’s your sign. I’m interested. Seeming as though nobody else was,” his look of confusion was etched on his face at your observation.
“What’s a pretty thing like you want with this job?”
“Please… Chucking out ice cream all day doesn’t seem that hard. So? You need help or not?” You studied his face a bit before he stalked past you, unlocking the door.
He pulled it open as he stood aside, “Alright get the fuck in and hurry up. Hotter than the Devil’s dick out here,” you gave a light chuckle before walking to the truck, walking up the steps. It was much bigger on the inside than what you assumed from the outside. It wasn’t much, Just two tall freezers on one wall and then the deep freezer close by the window. The mystery man stared at you, arms crossed as you looked around. He would be lying if he didn’t think you were a sight to see but he didn’t have time for that.
He snapped his fingers to get your attention, “Hey! Take a picture. Wanna know about the job or not?” you nodded as you gave him your attention, “Alright. So it is just giving out ice cream. The day starts at 12 PM and ends at 6 PM. Getting it so far?” you nod again “Good. You also have to make sure the truck is clean at the end of the day. That too much for ya toots?”
Looking up at him as one corner of your mouth rises, “Obviously it’s too much for you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t need help.”
“Smart mouth bitch. Kinda like it but whatever. One more thing,” he points over to the deep freezer, “Never open that. It has a lock on it for a reason,” Oh? You hated your curious mind but if he didn’t want it touched then fine.
You nodded over to him, “Deal. Whatcha paying?”
“Twenty an hour too low?”
“Days?”
“Five. Monday through Friday”
“Deal. Got a name?”
“Freezy. ‘s all you need to know. Wanna start now? You can get this day of training and then you’re by yourself,” Fuck it. You didn’t have anything to do and if you stayed in that house one more day. Who knows what you would have done.
Working for Freezy wasn’t bad at all honestly. He was barely around and you usually saw his face on payday. He wasn’t one for conversation and being friendly wasn’t in his forte. Not that you cared, giving out ice cream to the little shits in the park wasn’t as bad as you thought. Some of them were even disgustingly cute.
You were giving out your last creamy confections when you heard the door practically being snatched from the hinges. Quickly turning around, you see a black bag slung at the back of Freezy. You gave him a nonverbal greeting in the form of a nod. Don’t ask, don’t tell right? But a part of you wanted to know what was in that bag.
He looked over at you, once again eyeing your body, “Get the fuck out,” he blurted out, walking over to you as you didn’t budge one bit. Cocking his head to the side he spoke again, “What? Dumb brain doesn’t comprehend? Get. The. Fuck. Out!” You rolled your eyes, walking past him as you opened and shut the door on your way out. Irritation should have set in on you but your soaked panties said otherwise.
The fuck was this man doing to you? All he did was talk to you like he didn’t give a fuck. Why were you so turned on right now? He wasn’t ugly by a long shot but his demeanor screamed dangerous and whatever was in that bag wasn’t more ice cream treats. Making it home wasn’t coming fast enough and the slick coating your thighs glistened against your smooth skin. Spotting a nearby alleyway, you slid in between the two buildings. You crouched down rucking your skirt, pushing your panties aside as you dove two fingers into your aching hole.
The end of the week was here and also meant payday. Freezy wasn’t around after basically kicking you out earlier in the week and part of you was excited to see him. But you wouldn’t let that fucker know that. You looked over at the time, seeing that the end was near and no Freezy. He was usual punctual when it came to dishing out money. Closing the window for the night you began to start the cleaning process. Once done, you did a once over of the truck as your eyes landed on the deep freezer.
It was unlocked.
Had that motherfucker forgotten to lock this shit up? You looked away and took another look. What could possibly be in there, drugs? Like that would make fucking sense why he would want to keep it locked up. That didn’t bother you one bit. Inching closer to the stainless steel storage, you pushed the left door to the side. Plastic… There was something wrapped in plastic. The more you look through the plastic you could make out lips and a nose.
Holy fuck! It’s a body in here. The sound of the door opening alerted who was here and before you could turn around properly, your back was pressed against the wall with a hand wrapped around your throat.
“Just what the fuck are you doing you little bitch! I told you not to touch it right!”
“You fucking left it unlocked you asshole! Let me go!”
“Oh, toots that’s not gonna happen. You wanna end up like that weak bitch in the freezer?” he pressed the pads of his fingers into your flesh, “Do you!?”
You shook your head from side to side, “No! I’m not even gonna tell anyway. Now let me go you crazy fuck!” squirming in his grasp. Shit! Why is this turning you on so damn much? The dead body should have done it. Your body was betraying you in the worst ways and you prayed he never found out. The floor was nonexistent under your feet as he lifted you up higher.
His grip tightened and you swore you were close to passing out, “Little bitch! That mouth is getting on my fuckin nerves. Gonna put it to better use,” your eyes widen as he dropped you to the floor, fisting his fingers in your tight curls as he dragged over to the deep freezer. He gripped your face in one hand slamming your head against the hard metal. The pain was sharp as your eyes prickled with tears.
Freezy made quick work of unbuckling his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down. Fuck he was huge. It was a good width and the length was a cervix buster. The tip swollen and leaking as he wrapping his fingers around it, “Open up toots. Gonna ruin that throat so you can’t talk for a fucking week,” your lips didn’t budge so he slammed your head against the metal again.
You shrieked, “Fu-!” He thrust into your mouth before you could even finish.
His head leaned back at how wet and warm your mouth was, “Ahh that’s much better you fucking bitch. Shut the fuck up and take my dick,” sliding his dick out to only the tip as he slams back in feeling your throat catch around the head. His pace fast and brutal as your nose met his pelvis over and over again. The tears rolling from your eyes were connecting with the spit and cum drooling down your chin.
Part of you wanted him to stop and the other part wanted to keep his dick down your throat all the time. You pressed your thighs together to alleviate the heat between your legs as she kept his abusive pace of fucking your throat. He pulled out to give you a short breather before slapping your cheek with his slippery dick, pushing it back in, “You-- fuck! Just had to be nosey bitch!” He didn’t care about your gagging or constant coughs, he wanted to ruin you.
Stilling for a moment, he looked down at your face as he slid slowly all the way down your throat. He held the back of your head making you take every inch as your choked and spit around the base as it drooled down his heavy balls. You clawed at his skin, slapping his thighs until his whole body shook with a laugh.
He quickly pulled out gripping your face again to look up at him. Your chest heaved up and down trying to catch your breath, “Is that… the best…. You can do?” you smirked at him, mouth still open to regain your breathing.
“Fuckin stupid bitch,” his hand connecting to your face. He spat on your lips, smearing it over your face with his open palm before dragging you up and bending you over. You were found out as soon as his hand bunched your skirt up showing the backs of your glistening thighs. Dragging his teeth over the skin of his lip, “Knew you were nothing but a fucking whore. That pretty little cunt liked my dick down your throat,” cracking his hand over the globes of your ass.
Clenching around nothing as you felt the sting you felt the gush of slick pool out, “Oh that small thing? I’ve had bigger,” your panties were ripped and he wasted no time pushing into you. You screamed out as he slammed your head down, holding down by your neck.
“What was that? I don’t think a small dick can make you do that toots,” he says while slamming his hips against yours. The stimulation from his balls slapping against your clit, ignited you to snap in no time. Your walls clamping down around him as he didn’t let up from his thrusts. Your wails bouncing off the wails as he lifted and slammed your head down again.
He pulled the door of the deep freezer open pushing your head against the dead body wrapped in plastic, “Keep it up and you’ll be in here with him. I don’t wanna do that and waste this tight cunt.”
Something snapped inside you because instead of crying you began to laugh, “That’s all you got Freezy baby? Weak bitch, I know you can do better than that!” laughing again as he pulled your head back, spitting on your tongue as he pulled all the way out slammed back in causing you to scream again.
“Gotta tell ya toots, didn’t take you for a damn masochist,” pulling your arms behind your back, pushing all the way in hitting your cervix. Your knees buckled, his tip hitting that spot over and over again, “Now shut the fuck up and take my dick,” groaning as you clamped around him again, “Fuck this cunt is amazing. I might not kill you after all.”
Getting annoyed by him already you screamed, “Just shut up and fuck me already!” that must have been the wrong thing to say because he pulled out causing you to whine at the loss.
Feeling the sting of his hands on your ass you yelped in agonizing pleasure, “Stay you mouthy bitch,” you heard the freezer open and the crinkle of plastic. He stepped back behind you pressing something cold to the tip of your clit, your back arching at the change in temperature.
That changed once your cheeks were spread and a warm glob of spit connected to your puckered hole, “What the fu-”
All the breath knocked out of you as you felt him thrust deep in your asshole. No one has ever been there and all the pain was felt around him, “Oh fuck toots! Tight little hole is gonna make me jizz it so good.” you couldn’t talk from how much his intrusion hurt. The tears rolling down your cheeks.
“You fucking asshole!
His entire chest shook as he let out another laugh, “That’s right toots. I’m fucking this ass. Hole. right. Here.” thrusting with each punctuation. You screamed with each stroke feeling the cold object rub your clit, sending pleasure throughout your entire body. Freezy snaked his hand down collecting your slick and rubbing over your hole, sliding back and forth easily. Your eyes fluttered as his cock in your ass started to feel good, pushing up against him.
The coldness moved from your clit, pushing into your unfilled hole, “Oh fuck! What is that?!” He slaps your ass again, pulling out as he leans over your body pressing his lips to your neck, “Don’t like it toots? Just something to cool that attitude,” leaning back up to take your ass again. He splayed his free hand at the small of your back making you arch automatically. Slamming back in he let the object in your pussy match his thrusts, your juices spurting out with every stroke
“Fu-uck, That feels so good! Gonna make me cum,”
“Go on toots I don’t give a fuck.”
“Fuckfuckfuck!” screaming out, both holes squeezing as your ride your orgasm out. You felt his hips stutter against, his hand gripping your hips as he fucked into your fast and hard.
Placing his lips to back he nipped the skin while breathing heavily, “gonna fill this ass up toots and you better take all of it,” straightening back up as he pummeled your cheeks until he stilled and shot ropes of his spend in the tightness of your ass his mouth hanging open as he let out the filthiest sounds. He fell over, resting against you as he pulled the coldness from you.
You felt something prod at your lips, too spent to care as you opened up. Freezy pushed the popsicle in your mouth as you tasted the sweetness and your juices at the same time. He blew out a breath looking at your suck and swirl your tongue on the sweet ice, “Fuck, that’s a sight toots,” he pulled it from your mouth, bringing you down to the floor with him.
He enveloped you in his arms, pressing his lips to your forehead, “Better than I thought toots. Knew you weren’t a rat the day I hired you,” snuggling up against his chest you looked up at him.
“You’re still a crazy fuck,” you say lazily as he stroked your back.
He smirks down at you swatting your ass, “Yeah and you just might be a crazy bitch. Let’s test that out.”
Warnings: Dark fic, Violence, smut, noncon/dubcon, angst, humiliation, death, manipulation, gaslighting, kidnapping, betrayal, mentions of torture, vengeance
A/N: This is a revised copy of my oc fic. It is still written in 3rd person. 18+ only due to smut and noncon/dubcon situations. No stealing, no reposts, no translations, no feeding to AIs. Comments, reblogs and likes are always welcome and appreciated.
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Chapter 3
It had been seven hours. Seven long hours of finding different ways to make George scream and beg for mercy. He beat him, broke all the fingers on his right hand, smashed his left knee with a hammer, cut off three toes and two fingers, and ripped out a few teeth. He took a grater to his face and had some fun with pliers, a lighter and a hand saw. He wanted him to suffer, but had to keep him alive. It wasn’t time yet.
Pronge waved the red handset in front of George’s face. “You ready to make that fucking call?”
“Yes,” George admitted weakly.
“Give me the number asshole. And it better be the correct one this time. You don’t want to lose anything else, do you?” He stared at his crotch to make sure George got the implication.
Pronge dialed the number. It rang five times before she picked up. He recognized his sweets voice right away as she greeted him. He shoved the phone toward George.
“Hi darling, it’s daddy… Yes, I’m sorry I missed breakfast. I had to leave early for some very important business…. Um, hold off on dinner talk right now. I need you to meet me somewhere. Grab a pen….” George relayed the address to Y/N, telling her to get here quickly. And like the good girl she is, she obeyed without question.
Forty minutes later, Pronge heard her car pull up. He was grateful he parked his truck in the back so it didn’t raise suspicion. She knocked on the front door, how cute. He stood in the shadows, waiting.
Y/N opened the door and walked in. “Hello, dad are you here?” She heard her father call her. She followed his voice around some tall shelving and stacks of pallets. “Daddy?”
She gasped when she spotted him. Her father was tied to a chair, so bruised and bloody it looked like he’d been put through a woodchipper. “Daddy!” She ran to him but was suddenly pulled back as her feet touched the plastic tarp on the floor.
Pronge was surprised at the ferocity she fought him. She screamed and kicked and clawed him. She even bit his arm. He held her tight, “Calm down!” The asshole she was fighting for was not worth it. He would prove that to her.
He covered her mouth to silence her. “Don’t worry sweetness, I’m not going to hurt you.” She froze at his words. Her breathing became panicked and erratic. Pronge felt the tears drip onto his hand. “Shh shh shh shh. You’re safe. Calm down.”
Pronge began to rock her. “I want to make amends, sweets. Expose the snake in your grass.” He released her and stepped away. “Your father here has made fucking pawns of us both.”
“Don’t listen to him, Y/N. Run!” Her father yelled in desperation.
“No, she needs to hear this, George. Needs to know all about your lesson for her.” He walked in front of her, but Y/N’s eyes remained fixed at chest level. She wouldn’t look up.
Her father cried out again, “Run darling, get the cops. Just run, please!”
Pronge laughed, “Oh please get the cops. I can’t wait to tell them what this fucker’s been up to… He’s been playing us, sweets. He acts like father of the year, but he is a vile traitor. He’s been grooming you as his plaything. A pretty toy he was too scared to touch himself. So when you started to rebel, he hired me… He paid me to take you, sweets. He gave me a lot of fucking money to teach you a lesson of his design. And he wanted pictures of it, souvenirs of his perverted fucking game.”
Y/N shook her head furiously, “No, you’re lying. You’re the bad guy and you’re trying to trick me. My father had nothing to do with it. He couldn’t.”
“I may be a bad guy, but trust me, he’s worse.” Pronge tried unsuccessfully to meet her eyes. “I’m not tryna trick ya, just open your pretty eyes. Get you to see the perverted asshole he really is.”
George continued to beg his daughter, “Don’t believe this criminal. You know me, Y/N. You’re my good girl, I love you. Please don’t let him get in your head. I’m your father, you know me.”
“Shut your fucking mouth. She deserves to know the truth.” Pronge took a folded photo out of his pocket, handing it to Y/N. Her eyebrows knitted together as she stared at her picture. “Turn it over.”
There was writing on the back. Her address and Perry’s. There was no mistaking it was her dad’s messy handwriting. “I… I don’t understand.”
Pronge sighed and gave her the newest photo of the collection. The one of her dad jerking off to the dirty photos of her. He saw the recognition as she stared at the items in her dad’s hand. Unbeknownst to him, she had already received one in the mail. A warning to behave when her ex-boyfriend kept calling the house.
Y/N was mortified, “I don’t… No, no, these are fakes, you’re lying. This isn’t real. You’re lying!” She continued denying and shaking her head, but Pronge could tell he had gotten through.
“I’m not, sweets. You’ve been betrayed by the person you should be able to depend on the most. I want to help make it right. As you can see, I gave him a fucking lesson of my own. I hope it pleases you so far, but it’s not finished yet. That part is up to you.” He hands her the manila envelope and a hunting knife.
Her dad continued pleading as Y/N opened the envelope and viewed the contents. “It’s bullshit, darling. Just one big pack of lies from this godless felon. Look what he did to me. Look!” George watched Y/N drop the photos and weapon on the ground in alarm. “God damn it, don’t listen to him. Y/N, look at me… Come here and help me, please.” Receiving no answer, George began losing his composure, “Get over here and untie me you stupid bitch!”
Y/N’s breath hitched at the outburst. Everything seemed to slow down and click into place. She was confused and horrified. She doubled over, feeling like she was going to be sick.
Pronge started a fire in a nearby drum. “You can trust me, sweetness. I am doing this all for you.” He picked up the fallen photographs and threw them into the fire. Y/N appeared beside him, watching the images crackle and turn to ash. He reached out and wiped a tear from her cheek. Surprising himself with the soft gesture.
George yelled the entire time. “What the fuck are you doing, Y/N? Fuck the pictures and help me. They don’t mean anything. Pick up the knife. Pick it up and kill him before he hurts us more.” He was ignored again. “You are just too fucking dumb to listen, aren’t you? I know what’s best for you. None of this would have happened if you just obeyed. You are supposed to listen to me, always. You brought this on yourself. Now get over here and cut me loose!”
She whirled around to face her father. Crying now with rage. “How could you do this to me? You’re my dad. You raised me. You…”
Her father spat on the floor and said the words that would seal his fate. “Ya, and what a mistake that was. If I knew you’d turn out to be such a disappointment, I would have left you at your mother’s grave to rot alongside her.”
Pronge pressed the blade back into Y/N’s hand. She slowly walked over to her father. Seeing him in a new, jarring light. How could she have been so stupid? Why didn’t she see it before?
“What do you want, an apology?” Her father asked, disturbingly amused.
Y/N brought the knife down on his thigh. As George released a blood curdling scream, she stabbed him in the neck. Then she continued to plunge the blade into his chest over and over, like she was possessed. The only screams now came from her. He was long gone as she continued shredding his body.
She stopped just as quickly as she started. Y/N backed away, trembling as her wrath left her. Without it she felt dazed, like it was all a dream. Looking at her dad’s dead body, she should be upset, but she felt… nothing. Numb. She was no longer crying. Wasn’t sure she would again.
Pronge approached her cautiously, “You look a little zoned out there, sweetness. You okay?”
Y/N was unresponsive. She continued staring at her father, feeling fake. Detached from the whole situation she found herself in.
He wasn’t sure she heard him. Pronge gently took the knife out of her hand, she let him. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” He led her into a room with a tub.
Pronge stripped off her clothes, and lowered her into the tub. He began washing the blood off of her, taking care to remove every last red drop. She was moving on her own and obeying commands, but blank. Like she was sleepwalking. “You did good sweets. I’m proud of you.”
She turned her head to look at him. He looked… hazy. Something was wrong, she felt broken, hollow. She shivered from the cold water.
“Too cold? Sorry about that. The people I usually clean don’t complain,” he laughed to himself.
Y/N didn’t like the way he said that. He was a monster, but he saved her from a bigger one, didn’t he? She was having trouble reconciling why she didn’t attack him too. She should have, should have stabbed him when he went to take the knife from her. Why didn’t she? Why was she letting him touch her? She could only sit there, enjoying the feel of his rough hands as he washed her. At least she was feeling something.
Pronge picked her up in his muscular arms, sat her on a nearby bench and started drying her off. Again, she allowed him to move her around like a ragdoll. It didn’t make sense, this man hurt her, but only because her dad made him, right?… And now he’s taking care of her. Why was he doing that? She watched his eyes move underneath the large frames, realizing she’d never seen them until now. Such pretty blue eyes…. Something was most certainly very wrong with her.
Pronge pulled one of his undershirts over her head and weaved her arms through. He walked her to another room where his bed was set up. He encouraged her to lie down. When she did he covered her up to keep her warm. “You certainly did a number on that asshole. I have to go clean the mess now.” He kissed her lips tenderly. “You’ll never have to worry about him again.”
Y/N lay there staring at the ceiling. This couldn’t be real. She was hallucinating, she had to be. The blue eyed man had yet to return. As the hours ticked by, she drifted off to sleep.
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Pronge finished cleaning the area. The tarp cleaned and put away for future use. The body was wrapped in plastic and stored in the deep freeze. He’d get back to it in a few months. He decided to get a quick bath in instead of his usual sink cleanse. It has been a very long day and he wasn’t smelling the freshest. He had to think of his guest.
He smiled remembering his sweetness was currently asleep in his bed. Pronge abhorred being around other people. He was a solitary creature, feeling alone in a crowd, comfortable only in his own company. He didn’t feel alone around her though, and if that didn’t speak volumes.
Y/N slowly regained consciousness, still in a fog, her body writhing. Something was tickling her thighs. Something was… what the hell? She lifted the covers and saw a mop of brown hair. As she felt a warm tongue swirl around her clit, she squealed and bucked her hips. The man looked up from between her legs, smirking devilishly.
Pronge crawled and kissed his way up her body. Removing his shirt from her as he went. He paid extra attention to her neck, sucking new hickeys. Pronge was sad to see his earlier work had healed. She was his now, and he wanted to mark her as such. He reached down and continued playing with her wet cunt.
Y/N bit her lip, holding back the moan that was trying to force its way out. He was completely naked, not even wearing his glasses. His chest hair scratched her breasts in a way that wasn’t unpleasant. She could feel his manhood rigid against her leg. His thick calloused fingers stretching her. He smelled like bleach and cigarettes. Even lying down he towered over her. She was drowning in him. “What are you doing?” She asked quietly. She wasn’t sure if she was asking him or herself.
He raised his head to look in her eyes. “Making love to you, sweets.” He leaned down and kissed her mouth.
Her head was swimming, she still felt out of it. Y/N found herself opening her mouth to him, kissing him back. In the back of her mind she knew this was wrong, so very wrong. But she didn’t want to stop, it felt too delicious. And right now she just wanted to hide in the pleasure. Before him, god she didn’t even know his name, before him she’d only orgasmed by herself. No guy ever put in the effort. But this guy, this terrible person, knew how to make her body sing.
Pronge felt her clamping harder on his fingers, she was getting close. He stopped before she went over the edge. He then gripped his cock and slowly slid into her. There was no rush, he wanted to savor it this time. When he reached his limit he kissed her again. “Sweets you feel like fucking heaven.”
He began with steady strokes, but as she wrapped her arms and legs around him, he couldn’t hold back. He began thrusting into her vigorously. “Mmm, your pussy’s so good to me.” He lifted her legs over his shoulders, pounding her until she cried out, head thrown back, body arching off the mattress. He continued fucking her as she recovered.
Once her feet were back on the bed, Y/N pulled his head down, claiming his lips. She didn’t want to think anymore. This blue eyed stranger made her feel and she wanted to feel nothing but him. It was intoxicating, she needed more… She rolled them over and seated herself on top of him. Bracing her hands on his broad chest, she began rolling her hips.
“Mmm, that’s it, sweets, that’s it. Fuck me!” He moaned and squeezed her breasts. She stared into his eyes as she bounced on his cock. He moved his hands to grab her ass, holding tight and thrusting up into her. “Fuck sweets, you’re such a good girl riding my cock like this.”
Something in her eyes changed. Y/N leaned over him, her hand reaching…
Pronge groaned, “Fuck, oh sweets, you’re so fucking good.” He closed his eyes, fully lost in her wet heat. “Fuck,” he moaned as she sat up again, riding him faster. Then suddenly, “FUCK! Ahhh what the fuck? You fucking bitch!”
Y/N had stabbed him in the shoulder with a knife that he kept under the mattress. She found it and put it under her pillow when he left her alone. She smiled as he screamed at her. She continued to fuck him, moving her hands higher up his chest till blood met her fingers.
“What the shit? Fuck! Can’t believe you fucking stabbed me.” He left the blade in, watching her tits bounce as she rode him. Okay, let’s finish this. He gripped her hips and pulled her down on him. He thrust up hard as he moved her body. She soon screamed as another orgasm tore through her. He followed close behind, spilling inside.
Pronge kept his eyes on her as she got off of him. “Okay, I guess I deserved that.” He sat up, swung his legs off the bed and pulled the knife out. She sat there observing him like a hawk watching its prey. “You going to fucking help me with this?” He asked, meaning stitching up the wound.
Y/N disregarded him, lying down and pulling the covers over herself. She couldn’t find it in her to care that she was once again bloody. She rolled on her side, turning her back to him. Not bothered by the thought of him stabbing her with the knife she put in him.
Pronge started walking out of the room to go fix himself. “You’re lucky I like you, sweets,” he shouted back to her. Oh, this one was trouble. Him and her were going to have a lot of fun together.
The End
A/N: Yeah, she's lost it. And Mr. Freezy is going to use that to his advantage.
A/N: Thank you to everyone that has read this version or the original. I appreciate you all. I'd love to know your thoughts.
