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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them

Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!

The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.

Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.

You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.

"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"

"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"

"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."

You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.

"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."

"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"

He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.

"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"

How can he refuse?

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shotgunbunny · 1 year

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cottagecheese1 · 11 months

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Knocking on the devils door

Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo

College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.

You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.

Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.

You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.

As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.

"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"

He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.

"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"

He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.

"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"

To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.

When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.

"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".

You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.

"So, you go to college?"

Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"

He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.

“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.

Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.

“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.

Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”

That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”

All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”

You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.

Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.

Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”

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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”

Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.

Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.

A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 110

Welcome to Week 110

As always these will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title. My goal is to signal boost writers and spread positivity in the community. 💜💜

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

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Please make sure you are reading the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff. Do Not Read if you are under 18 years old. These stories are meant for adults only. You’re responsible for your own media consumption.

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Chrome & Leather - Chapter 1 - (Steve x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Wild Ride - (Billy x Reader) - @agentwhiskeysdarlin

Surprise Breakfast - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

First Day of School - (Ari x Reader) - @syntheticavenger

Shot Down - @writercole

A harmless Taxi ride - (Stony x Reader) - @ironlady1993

Hope to God You See My Face - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Interference - (Bucky x Reader) - @navybrat817

Chubby Bucky Drabble - @angrythingstarlight

Sam Wilson & Matt Murdock Roommates - @1000night

Sunday Snuggles - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Welcome to Paradise - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Forever, you will be mines - (The Darkling x Reader) - @princessofdarkwinter

Through the mirrorverse 4 - @ironlady1993

Constant - (Bucky x Reader x Steve) - @navybrat817

A Taste of Submission - (Bucky x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Recovery - (Bradshaw x Reader) - @writercole

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Infinity - (Bucky x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

nomad!steve is filthy and so are you - @christywantspizza

Hospital Visits, Anxiety and McDonalds - (Stucky x Reader) - @jackthemarvelfinatic

ICU, I love you. - (Stucky x Reader) - @lfnr-blog-blog-blog

Daddy's best friend (3) - (Ari x Reader) - @holylulusworld

You're No Bun - (Rooster x Reader) - @writercole

Aahp (2) - New territories - @holylulusworld

Wasn't looking for love till I found you - @madscape

Drunk Or Baby? - (Andy x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Riding On - Chp 28 Part 2 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

Miss Velvet - Chp 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @missvelvetsstuff

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 6 - (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Sunrise - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

Delicate Edges - Part 7 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

The Agony of Desire - Part 4 - (Billy x Reader) - @becauseicantthinkwritings

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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His Fucktoy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 4

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

Kink: Degrading

Words: 1.7k

Summary: Robert’s wife leaves for the weekend and you come over and he doesn’t plan on letting you go anytime soon.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (nipple play, vaginal fingering, squirting, unprotected vaginal sex, vaginal sex, overstimulation, rough sex, daddy kink, degrading, pussy slapping, spanking), slight!soft!Robert, slight aftercare, reader being a tease

a/n: Here is Day 4! I hope you like it and this was my first time writing Robert Pronge so I hope I did good!

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Robert walked into the large two story house, his cunt of a wife went to her sister’s for the weekend, so Robert had the house to himself. It was his only quiet time, he could barely stand his wife when was home, it took all of his willpower to not kill her because he had to keep up appearances. So that meant he had to take his anger and his frustrations out on something or someone else.

As soon as you heard your phone ring, you knew it was Robert. Earlier that day, you watched his wife leave with their son and you waited for the phone to ring. You got up from your comfy spot on the couch and grabbed the receiver and pressed it to your ear.

“Hello?” You asked through the phone acting as if you didn’t know who it was.

“Get your fucking ass over here now.” Robert growled into the phone and you felt your panties dampen at his low voice.

“What’s wrong, Robbie? Wifey ain’t giving you what you want?” You purred with a smirk as you heard him growl.

“You know she ain’t now get your ass over here. I won’t ask again, you brat.” He grunted into the phone as his voice got low.

You shivered, “I’ll be over in five minutes.” You whispered before you hung up and rushed to your room to pack a small bag for the weekend knowing that Robert wouldn’t let you go once he got his hands on you. You went through your back door and tiptoed through backyards till you reached Robert’s house.

You two had to keep you coming over quiet so it wouldn’t ruin either of your operatives and you opened his unlocked back door and slipped in. You set down your bag on the counter and heard footsteps before you saw Robert walk into the kitchen with his jeans low on his hips without a shirt.

He stormed up to you immediately and grabbed you by your throat, pulling you up to crash his lips against his. He squeezed your throat as he growled against your lips, making you moan and he slid his tongue in your mouth. His hands moved to your ass and pulled you up against him and you wrapped your legs around his slim waist.

“You fucking tease. I swear I’m gonna pound the brat out of you. Gonna fuckin’ ruin your slutty cunt.” He growled against your lips as he stormed down the hallway to the bedroom. You whimpered when you heard the anger in his voice and he kicked the door open before sitting on the bed with you in his lap.

“Missed you too.” You giggled as his hands went up your top before ripping it over your head.

He growled as his lips latched onto your sensitive nipple bitting and sucking eagerly. “You have no idea. Been fucking my fist all week and nothing, need your tight snatch and ass.” He grunted against your skin before pulling away and tossing you on the bed. “I need to fucking ruin you.”

You giggled softly that turned into a gasp as his hands plucked and squeezed your nipples. They hardened against his touch and he leaned down to latch onto your peaked nipple, sucking hard. His other hand rolled your nipple between his fingers as he nibbled on your exposed skin and you ran your fingers through his hair detangling it gently as he showed your breasts attention.

“Come on, Robbie. Don’t be a fucking tease.” You whined as you tugged on his hair and he pulled his head up to look at you before he moved to tower over you.

“You don’t tell me what to do, princess. You’re my fuck toy. My little slut.” He growled as he kissed you passionately as his hands moved to the shorts you were wearing and he yanked them down off your legs. He was quick to flip you over so he could pin you to the mattress and he slid your panties to the side as he slammed two fingers into your already sopping cunt. You cried out as his thick fingers split you open and you grasped the pillows in front of your head.

He started thrusting them in and out of your pussy rubbing your g-spot with every thrust making you cry out his name and plead him for more. “R-robbie! O-oh!” You cried out as you gripped the pillows moaning loudly.

He smirked at your moans and wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you up into his lap as his fingers still moved in and out of you. “You like daddy’s fingers in your slutty messy cunt? Does it feel good?” He asked as he curled his fingers in your soaked pussy. You whined and grinded your hips against his hand and he chuckled against your neck from where he nuzzled.

Your walls quivered around his fingers as he pounded you making you deliciously sensitive making you squeal softly as you got closer to your orgasm. “Daddy, I’m so close. G-gonna cum!” You warned before he bit down on your neck pushing you over the edge and you came hard on his fingers. You squirted on his hand and wrist as he helped you ride out your orgasm. You slumped against his chest as he kissed your neck.

“That’s daddy’s good messy slut.” He smirked as he moved you onto your hands and knees and bit his lip at the sight of your messy pussy. “Look at you. All fucking soaked just for daddy.” He growled as he spanked your sensitive cunt making you cry out and jolt forward. He smirked before unbuckling his pants and quickly yanking them off with his boxers before stroking his hard cock, groaning at the sight of your cunt all soaked and ready for his cock.

You whined as you wiggled your ass for him, “Come on, daddy. Want you to fuck me, ruin me.” You purred as you smirked at him over your shoulder.

“I swear you’re gonna be the death of me, princess.” He scoffed as he slid the head of his cock through your folds teasing your hole with his head. “Gonna fucking ruin you.” He grunted as he slammed into your tight pussy groaning at the feeling of your walls squeezing him. You squealed softly at the sudden fullness of your pussy and you bit your lip as your toes curled.

“D-daddy!” You screamed as he started pounding in and out of you, slamming into your sweet spot with every thrust. He grunted and groaned in your ear as he used you like a toy and he moved his hand up to your neck and wrapped it around your throat and pulled you up as he leaned back still thrusting his hips up into your warm cunt.

“Look at you, taking daddy’s cock like the good little whore you are. Always so good when I fuck the brat out of you.” He growled against the shell of your ear as his other hand rubbed tight circles against your clit. “M’not stopping till I fuck you dumb and I make sure you can’t leave. You’re my little whore, aren’t you, princess?” He whispered and you looked over your shoulder as you nodded but he smacked your face. “I need words.”

You whimpered at the smack as your walls clenched around him. “M’your w-whore. O-only yours.” You whined as you moved your hip desperately back against his cock, wanting more of what he was giving you. You could feel your impending orgasm building up in your lower belly. Him being so rough with you made you so fucking turned on, you loved when he degraded you and just used you, while still making sure you felt good.

He chuckled darkly at your broken voice and he leaned down to kiss you passionately sliding his tongue into your panting mouth. He slapped your clit as he bit your bottom lip making that already tight coil snap and you came hard on his cock, crying out his name. “There we go, that’s a good fucking girl. My little slutty princess, just loving her daddy slapping her around.” He smirked as he moved to kiss on your neck and nibbled on your skin.

“O-oh, f-fuck. T-t-too much!” You whimpered as he continued to pound into your overstimulated pussy and smack your clit just making you shake with pleasure.

“You can take it. You will take it.” He growled into your ear as he moved faster in and out of you. He was quick to shove you onto the bed and curl himself over your back. His large hands gripped your hips tight pulling you back to slam your ass against his lap, making you grip the sheets tight trying to hold onto something as he plowed you into the mattress.

He spanked your ass over and over again as he pulled two more orgasms out of your quivering pussy. You were a drooling, moaning, and sobbing mess with warm tears rolling down your cheeks as you gripped the sheets. He grunted as he pulled out of your pussy and shot his warm ropes of cum on your ass painting your skin white as you slumped against the bed. He lazily stroked himself to help through his orgasm and he sat back on the bed panting. He regained his breath before he got up and went to the bathroom after throwing on a pair of boxers and he wetted a washcloth before coming back and cleaning off your ass and your pussy. You just whimpered as he cleaned you and he shushed you rubbing a comforting hand down your back before he was finished and tossed the cloth away and laying next to you.

You looked up at him with tired eyes and a lazy smile, “Mm, fuck that was so good.” You whispered with a small yawn and Robert chuckled before pulling you to him and throwing the blanket over you two.

“That was. You know how to make a guy happy.” He chuckled and you gently pulled his glasses off his face which were all smudged and crooked and you closed them before setting them on the table. “Thanks.” He smiled and you kissed his lips softly before nuzzling into his neck and you slowly fell asleep. You knew you needed it before you two continued tomorrow. This was going to be a long and pleasurable weekend.

#robert pronge x reader #robert pronge x you #robert pronge x female reader #mr freezy x reader #mr freezy x you #fanfic #fanfiction #2022 kinktober #kinktober

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖂𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘

Welcome to the Attic Wives Anonymous A.U. Here you will find individual stories for our men as well as peeks into their monthly meetings. Each chapter will have its own warnings and summaries—be sure to read them. However, dark themes of kidnapping, stalking, yandere behavior, nonconsent, etc. are prevalent in all the stories or implied/discussed in the meeting chapters. This series is for adults (Minors do not interact, 18+).

Status: Ongoing

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth To You 👑 Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x Female Reader

🪽 A Bit of My Heart 🪽Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting One 🗝️

💍 On Another Level 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

🪶 Connection 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A Meeting Two 🗝️

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun Drabble 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

🍭 Trapped By Your Love 🍭 Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (2) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth to You (2) 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

🪽 A Bit of My Heart (2) 🪽 Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting Three 🗝️

🪶 Connection (2) 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun (2) 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth To You Drabble 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (3) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

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babyjakes · 2 years

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like a moth to you by @foxgloveprincess | dark au | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator] | Your keeper leaves you alone—locked away—when he’s out on business. But he always brings back a gift when he comes home.

little one, you got me staring odd by @mutual-monsters | dark au, hurt/comfort | Steve Kemp x gn!reader | Steve finds an unorthodox way to deal with his darling’s night terrors.

anything for you by @bucky-boo-bear | hurt/comfort | Little!bucky x reader | When a little (large) something catches his attention, bucky doesn’t wanna leave it. Too bad it is at the store and not his home. Not for long though.

surprise, surprise by @stevies-corner | fluff | SoftDark Daddy!Steve x Little!Fem!Reader | Steve has a surprise for his little and there’s one she’s not too happy about.

stuffies and stitches by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x disabled reader | After a long week Bucky gives you love.

to the salon by @astrorogers | fluff | Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader | It’s really not that bad, it just needs a little… Shaping. To the salon! Reader and Steve acquire an old stuffed animal of Steve’s that is in need of some TLC. So she sends the beloved stuffed bear to a stuffed animal hospital for a makeover.

a new friend by @worksby-d | fluff | Andy Barber x fem!Reader | Turns out moving in with Andy isn’t the only big life change happening.

anything my girl needs by @candlelight-letters | fluff, smut | andy barber x f! Reader | After a stressful couple of weeks of work and mental health piled up, Andy knows exactly what his wife needs and plans an entire night where she doesn’t have to think at all.

*contest winner!* a second chance by @upallnite2getbucky | hurt/comfort, fluff | Bucky x Reader | While having the worst day, you find something unexpected that turns your day around.

what you need by @honeydulcewrites | hurt/comfort | Daddy!Chris Evans x Black Little!Reader | When things are overwhelming you, he knows exactly what you need

make it all better by @candy-and-writing | hurt/comfort | stucky x reader | after comforting you from a nightmare, steve and bucky always know how to make everything better

a gift by @trashywritestrash | fluff | Steve Rogers x single mom! reader | When your sitter cancels right before your date with Steve, you decide to bring your daughter along

#dadplease 5k stuffie writing contest

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roguerecs · 2 years

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𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐌 𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐒.

last updated: august 2022

𝑬𝒙𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒕: 𝑹𝒐𝒈𝒖𝒆'𝒔 𝑹𝒆𝒄𝒔

- Look at those signs! Let’s go read them!

Welcome to my reading/fic recs archive! This is basically a blog to keep all my readings/fic recs organized instead of having to dig through my main for a fic. Feel free to send any of your own fics/fic recs!

Everything here will mainly be one-shots, drabbles, and completed series I’ve read. Check my main for writer recs + their masterlists, current series I’m reading, upcoming series I plan to read, and more!

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Below the cut is links to all the tags I currently have, and this list will be updated as I get more tags!

𝑻𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒌:

one-shot. ┊ drabble. ┊ series.

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𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆:

angst.┊ fluff. ┊smut. dark. ┊ soft!dark.

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𝑺𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄 𝑭𝒊𝒄 / 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

reader fics. ┊ original character (oc) fics.

! PSA: for specific reader/fic tags, i tag according to what the author tags.

tba.

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to find fics with specific tags and character, use this format: [NAME] x [SPECIFIC TAG] example: ari levinson x female reader

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𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔 & 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔:

chris evans. ┊ ari levinson. andy barber. ┊ colin shea. curtis everett. ┊ dennis baker. frank adler. ┊ jake jensen. johnny storm. ┊ lloyd hansen. mr. freezy. ┊ ransom drysdale. steve rogers.

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𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒍:

bucky barnes. peter parker (tasm!peter & mcu!peter). natasha romanoff. ┊ sam wilson. stucky. ┊ wanda maximoff. xu shang-chi.

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𝑨𝑼𝒔:

a/b/o. ┊ baker. best friend’s dad. ┊ biker. cam. ┊ ceo. ┊ college. cowboy. ┊ dad’s best friend. dilf/milf. ┊ frat. ┊ hybrid. lumberjack. ┊ mafia. ┊ medieval. mythology. ┊ royal. single parent. ┊ supernatural.

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𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 (𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒅𝒌?):

...with benefits. exes to lovers. friends to lovers. friends/lovers to enemies/exes. fake dating. ┊ forced proximity. neighbors. ┊ only one bed. roommates. ┊ sex pollen.

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𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑻𝒂𝒈𝒔:

tom holland. crossover. ┊ comfort fics. all time faves.

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#ೃ⁀➷ rogue's blog upkeep.

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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Daddy’s best girl

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

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

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

masterlist (part two here)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#lee bodecker fanfiction #lee bodecker x y/n #lee bodecker x you #lee bodecker x female reader #lee bodecker #mr freezy smut #mr freezy fanfiction #mr freezy x reader #tdatt fic #mr freezy #chris evans #sebastian stan #fanfiction #dark!lee bodecker #dark fic

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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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Horny thought with basement husband robert pronge

His arms tied behind him as y/n starts sucking his cock after she helped him clean up as a reward while she suck his cock y/n pulls out a mini vibrating toy and puts it on high in betwen bobbys nut . He moans loudly while his owner sucks him off but now with added stimulant fuckkk hes fucking addicted to this now he begs for the touch he gets out of surprise she sticks the vibrating stick up his ass and lets out a moan that sounds like a bitch in heat y/n sucks him till he cums and jerks him off with an endless amount of over stimulation on his ass and cock . Later she rides his cock moans praising him in a sweet degrading manner like she always do . Bobby cant help being an addicted slut at this point and as always at the end y/n makes him lick her cunt clean and gets him to eat his own cum he hated it at first found it the hard way if he didnt comply . Now is a horny mutt who pleases his mstress , his wife

Hnnnnnng 🥴🥴🥴🥴 yes. You dropped a whole drabble in my inbox and I love it

#murderer monday drabble fest #murderer mondays #romantic murderer monday #murderer monday #robert pronge x dark!reader #robert pronge x y/n #robert pronge x you #robert pronge x reader #mr. freezy x you #mr. freezy #mr freezy #mr. freezy x fem!reader #mr. freezy x female reader

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4ngelsthings · 2 years

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𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔩𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔢𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔞𝔠𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔰

𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

MARVEL

Jolly Sailor Bold by @nastybuckybarnes

caged bird 1 / 2 by @harryspet

ashes to ashes.(druig) by @wannabevampire

WHAT’S MY AGE AGAIN? (druig) by @ameidala

SWEET MADNESS (druig) by @cherienymphe

THINK ONLY OF ME (druig) by @waspswidows

Omertà (loki) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

a king’s pet (loki) by @agentofbarnes

Wanda Maximoff:

The Scarlet Witch by @upat4amwiththemoon

DARK!WANDA X READER HEADCANONS by @valiantmugcowboyscissors

Darling, I’m The Only One You Need by @valiantmugcowboyscissors

NINETY-NINE CENT DREAMS by @cthulhus-curse

OTHER FANDOMS

Fucking With a Savage (lin beifong) by @ master-sass-blast

his pretty princess (ron Weasley) by @keoghanslover

toxic series (steve kemp) by @extremelyblackandwhite

Red flags and long nights by @buckycuddlebuddy

LIMITLESS (Hela) by @thewritingdoll

SERPENTS TOUCH (Hela) by @inklore

oral fixation (daddy!brucebanner) by @mypoisonedvine

Love and Lost (Dark! Sebastian Stan Characters x little!reader x Dark!Chris Evans characters) by @stuckysdumbbitch

CIGARETTES DURING SEX (Jamie Campbell Bower) by @tommydarlings

Handprint (Fezco, Euphoria) by @eufezco

Please (James Patrick March) by @americxn

#4ngel's library #steve kemp #loki x reader #druig x female reader #peter parker x reader #ron weasley #ron weasly x reader #hela x reader #lin beifong #curtis everett #mr freezy #andy barber

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 96

Welcome to Week 96

Click HERE to see what I will or won’t read. This is very important.

Click HERE for past reading lists.

My Masterlist click HERE

Page-break by @whimsicalrogers & Header by @chaotictarlos

If you can, please reblog these lists so they can reach more people on Tumblr.

I love you 3000 💜 Missy

Civil War Brooklyn - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @saiyanprincessswanie

Second Chance - Chp 3 - (Andy x Reader) - @inlovewiththefictionalcharacters

Peace & Love - Chp 7 - Chp 8 - Chp 9 - (Bucky x Reader) - @fictional-affairs

Gone, baby - Part 3 - (Lloyd x Reader) - @wayward-blonde

I am His and He is Mine - (Andy x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Girlfriend boyfriend, Girlfriend boyfriend - Part 1- (Stucky x Reader) - @sidepartskinnyjeans

Home at Last - Chp 3 - (Steve x Reader) - @lokislastlove

Icarus - Chp 2 - (Billy x Reader) - @esse-writing

Sweet Nothings - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @metalbuckaroo

An Unexpected Matchmaker - (Jensen x Reader) - @writercole

Repopulate (Epilogue) - (Steve x Reader) - @holylulusworld

I Really Love Being Your Friend - Part 8 - (Bucky x Reader) - @tuiccim

True Friends Stab You in the Front - (Steve x Reader) - @cockslut-padalecki

Where Love Blooms - (Sam x Reader) - @lovelyavengers

Never Enough - (Ari x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Boys in Bed with Books - (15) - (Lee x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Chapter 4 - @spectre-posts @wiypt-writes

I Will Be Your Last - (Mr Freezy x Reader) - @the-iceni-bitch

Dites "Je T'aime" En Multiple: parfois, vous avez besoin d'un public - (Steve x Reader x Peggy) - @imanuglywombat

Boys in Bed with Books - (16) - (Ransom x Reader) - @jobean12-blog

You didn’t notice me - (Steve x Reader) - @nekoannie-chan

Riding On - Chp 24 - (Frank x OFC) - @wiypt-writes

gimme an M, gimme a U - (Ari x Reader, Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Double Trouble - (Steve K x Reader, Nick x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

The Birdcage - Chp 4 - @caffiend-queen

Debauched, Deranged and Defiled - (Lloyd x Reader) - @georgiapeach30513

When Two Become Three (Part 2) - (Steve x Reader x Bucky) - @myfictionaldreams

Your Filthy Heart - Part 2 - (Bucky x Reader) - @sweeterthanthis

Matters of the Heart - (Scott x Reader) - @dreamlessinparis

Two Bosses - Part 6 - (Ransom x Reader, Steve x Reader) - @labella420

Yenzy’s - fucking - shirt - (Jake x Reader) - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Goldilocks & the Three Men: Prologue - @georgiapeach30513

Kiss my skin - (Steve x Reader) - @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Sunrise - Part 3 - (Bucky x Reader) - @wkemeup

No Judgements - (Andy x Reader) - @gotnofucks

Home At Last - Part 4 - (Steve Rogers x reader) - @lokislastlove

Nemesis - Part 2 Chp 3 - (Frank C x Reader, Billy x Reader) - @plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms

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luxeavenger · 3 years

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Freezy Baby

Day 27 Kinktober prompt: Temperature play

Rating: Explicit (18+ only)

Pairing: Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x f!!hitman!reader

Words: 1719

Warnings: Temperature play, object insertion/penetration, vaginal fingering, piv sex, rough sex, semi-public sex, choking, brief discussion of murder (reader is also a hitman)

A/N: If you could, like, not try this at home, that'd be great

If you like it, please give it a reblog. It helps others find it!

Kinktober Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ko-fi

“What brings you all the way to Boston, Freezy baby?”

Robert leans out the window of his ice cream truck and smirks down at you. “Oh, I don’t know, kitty. Could be here for a lotta reasons.”

“You don’t have a job out here, do ya?” you ask suspiciously. Wondering if he’s horning in on your territory, or someone hired him to do you.

“Can’t I come see my best girl without a motive besides just gettin’ my dick wet?”

“Awful long drive just to get laid, Freezy. Ain’t you got a girl in New York already?”

“Alright, kitty. You got me. I am out here on a job, and before you go clawing my eyes out, it’s not you. In fact, I’m here to ask for your help with it because it’s one of the guys in your circle. Job pays fourty grand. There’s an extra ten in it if we can get it done by New Year’s.”

“You really do know how to get a girl wet, don’t you, Freezy?”

He chuckles, “I know how to get you wet, kitty.”

“So, you wanna talk business now, or you wanna get your dick wet?”

He makes a sweeping gesture to the back door of his truck, “Step into my office.”

Robert picks you up in an area that’s too busy to discuss a hit, so he drives you to an alley just outside of town.

“So who’s the target?” you ask, pulling yourself up onto one of the freezers.

“Some shitstain you run with named McCoy.”

You grin. There are few things you love more than hitting a hitman. “Oh, I’m gonna have fun with this one. I hate that handsy fucking prick. What are the conditions?”

“Dead by New Years—that's two days from now. And it has to be nasty. Make it like he was really worked over. Then we bag him up and he’s coming back to the Big Apple with yours truly. You get half, plus ten percent as a professional courtesy, because I am in your city, after all.” Robert shrugs. “Pretty standard shit. Couldn’t be easier.”

“Speaking of easy…” you change the subject by spreading your legs. No panties and a short skirt give Robert an eyeful.

He’s on you in one big step across the truck. He grabs your ass with a growl and presses your bare cunt against the bulge in his pants. “Missed your cock, Freezy. It’s been too long,” you purr.

He slips his hand between your bodies, and pushes three fingers into your soaked pussy. Robert grunts, “Fuck. You’re fucking soaked already, kitty. My dick‘s been twitchin’ for this cunt ever since I crossed the state line.”

You put your hand over Robert’s where he’s working you over with his fingers and grind him deeper inside of you, “Well it’s all yours, Freezy baby.’

“Hang on,” he says, lifting you off the freezer and setting you on the counter on the opposite side of the truck. He roots around in the chest freezer until he finds one of those big red, white, and blue bomb pops.

“Open,” he orders, ripping the wrapper off and tossing it aside. Your mouth pops open, and he slides the popsicle over your tongue, and pushes it to the back of your mouth. You moan around the sweet treat, and Robert squeezes his cock through his pants with a hiss.

“That’s it, kitty. Suck it. Fucking choke on it.” He cups his big hand around the back of your head and pushes the popsicle to the back of your throat. You gag for him, and he groans. You’ve already got melted popsicle juice running down your chin. He pushes it past your gag reflex, and your hips thrust against him, grinding your clit over his cock through his rough uniform pants.

“Look at you rubbing yourself against me like a bitch in heat. You want me to fill this cunt, don’t’cha?”

You nod, and Robert pulls the popsicle out of your mouth with a loud pop. He draws a pattern over your chest with the tip of the melting treat. He rips your shirt open, buttons clattering against the metal floor of the truck. He swirls the tip around your nipples, then fastens his hot mouth around the pebbled peaks, and you arch into him with a cry.

“Want your cock, Freezy. Fill me up.”

“You want me to fill you up? Does the bitch need something in her hungry little cunt?”

“I do, fuck.”

He trails the popsicle down your body, swirling it over your clit. He presses it against the sensitive little nub, drags the length of the ice pop back and forth over it. You mewl at the sensation, a shiver ripples up your spine.

“‘S that cold, kitty?” You nod and whimper. He grins at you and pushes the popsicle into your pussy, “How ‘bout now?”

You keen at the sensation. It’s fucking cold, overwhelming, but fuck it feels good. He fucks you with it hard, it’s long enough that it’s bumping against your cervix, and thick enough for the stretch to be almost painful. Your hips start bucking with his thrusts.

“Fuck, you are acting like a bitch in heat, kitty. This cooling you down yet?” He pulls the popsicle out of you and stuffs it into his mouth, licking over its red, white, and blue surface with a hum, then bringing it back to your clit again. He draws it through your folds, sticky red juice running down your crack to pool under you and stain your ass cheeks red.

He slips it into your pussy again, and shoves his fingers in alongside the thick treat, fucking you with three fingers and an ice pop. You feel stuffed, and the weight building in your core makes your body flush hot, which makes the ice in your pussy feel even colder.

Your head falls back with a moan. Robert’s hand locks onto your jaw, and pulls you down to look him in the eye. “Who’s makin’ you come, kitty? Is it the fucking ceiling? Is the fucking ceiling making your cunt drool sugar water all over my counter top right now?”

You whine, “No.”

“Is it god? Does god have an ice dick melting in your cunt right now?”

“No, Freezy. You do.”

He jerks your face even closer to his, and growls through clenched teeth, “Then you fucking look at me while I’m making you come.”

Another push of the popsicle, and your orgasm rips through you, and you scream. Your jaw still clamped in Robert's big hand, his face inches from yours, you gush over his hand with a curse while your eyes are locked with his.

“Shit, kitty,” he hisses, “lookit you, melting my popsicle with your pussy juice. Fuck.” He pulls it out of you, and slips it into your mouth again. “Hold that for me.”

It’s shorter and less girthy than it was before he used it on your cunt, and still tastes of artificial fruit and sugar, but now the taste of your pussy is melting on your tongue too.

Robert opens the front of his uniform pants, and gets his dick out. He drags you to the edge of the counter, and stuffs his cock into you with one rough thrust. You groan around the popsicle, huffing in breaths through your nose.

He slams a hand down on the counter top next to your hip. “Kitty, your cunt’s got a chokehold on my cock. You’d’ve made one helluva hooker if you hadn’t been a hitman.”

The smaller the ice pop gets, the faster it melts, and a river of red and blue sugar water is coursing down your chest, mingling to purple where they drip into your belly button and soak into the waist of your skirt. Robert takes it out of your mouth and tosses it aside. He replaces the popsicle with his fingers.

“Suck ‘em,” he tells you, watching intently as your mouth works over the sticky digits. He twitches inside of you when your tongue swipes over them, sliding between them, and swirling over the pads of his fingertips. “Yeah, that’s it, kitty. Work those fingers over like you work over my cock. Get ‘em nice and wet for me. Fuck, kitty, why didn’t I get my cock in here first?”

Once he tugs his fingers out of your mouth, he pushes them into your pussy alongside his dick. He curls them up to relentlessly rub over your g-spot, while his thumb circles your clit.

“Freezy!” you choke out before your vision whites out and your climax sends endorphins cascading down your body, and you come in a messy, multicolor gush. Robert’s hand closes around your throat and squeezes. You brace your hands behind you, and adrenaline kicks your climax into overdrive and stars explode across your field of vision. You’re only dimly aware of Robert tucking himself into your cunt nice and deep and coming with a grunt.

When Robert chokes you, you’re never one hundred percent certain he’ll let go. There’s no honor among thieves, and there’s zero trust among hitmen. When he releases your neck, the breath you gulp in is roughly fifteen percent because you needed the oxygen, and eighty five percent relief that today is not the day you have to pull the knife hidden in the waistband of the skirt you never let him take off of you, and gut him like a fucking fish.

You really do have fun with your Freezy baby, and it'd be a shame if you had to bleed him out in his own goddamn ice cream truck.

He’s tucking himself back into his pants, the front now covered with red, blue, and purple stains, when he tosses you a roll of paper towels so you can mop up the worst of the sugar that’s drying sticky and itchy all over you.

“I’m staying at the motel around the corner, under the name Dave Smith. Gimmie a call when you’re done with McCoy and I’ll come pick him up.” Robert’s all business now.

“I’ll have it done in time to have you back at home in New York before the ball drops.”

“Know you will, kitty. See ya later.”

“Not if I see you first, Freezy.”

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sparkledfirecracker · 3 years

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Lilo’s Masterlist

Welcome to my masterlist. Let’s begin with some rules shall we?

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Ari Levinson - updated 10/22

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Steve Rogers - updated 8/11

Frank Adler - updated 10/30

Curtis Everett - updated 8/23

Mr. Freezy - updated 3/12

Lloyd Hansen - updated 7/24

Family Affairs

Life of Runes

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tehejosietehe · 3 years

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Right Place, Wrong Time

Summary: You’ve been trailing serial killer Robert Pronge for years. Little do you know, he’s been trailing you too.

Word Count: 2.5K

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x Detective!Reader, Andy Barber x Detective!Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, kidnapping/abduction, explicit sexual content, unprotected vaginal sex, degradation, detective kink, spanking, adultery, ***for future parts: dub con (boarderline non con), mentions of sexual assault/rape (IF THIS BOTHERS YOU PLEASE DON’T READ)***, mUrDeR, serial killer freezy vibes, dismemberment descriptions

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Song Inspiration: Right Place Wrong Time - Dr. John

Queens, NY

November 4th, 1973

“Y/L/N!”

You whipped your head up from your desk, making eye contact with your partner, Wilson, who was bounding towards you, slipping his bomber jacket over his shoulders.

“Freezy with another one. Hoboken PD just fished her out from the Hudson this morning.”

You sighed, closing the stuffed case file on none other than the notorious Mr. Freezy, tossing it into the drawer of your desk.

“This one matches the same descriptions as the others?” You cocked an inquisitive brow as you stood up, tugging on your leather jacket. “Redhead, blue eyes—“

“About seventeen, yeah. Fits the pattern perfectly. Get your stuff. Let’s go take a ride to Jersey.”

As you sat in the passenger seat of Wilson’s patrol car, you scanned through the ever growing Case File 19714439. Freezy had been in the public eye for about two years now. Two years, sixteen female victims, and only one survivor.

Janet Edwards had hardly lived to tell the tale of her mousy haired captor. As much as the public painted her as a strong, surviving hero, you knew Freezy wanted her to be found. He wasn’t messy. He left no trails, no leads. His pattern was predictable, but it often switched up when he felt you growing closer to catching him. Janet was found gagged, bloody, and with her right arm grotesquely severed, only to be found about twelve blocks over in the rear of an alleyway by a group of juveniles.

October 23rd, 1971

“Janet,” you exhaled as you sat across from the woman, passing her a steaming mug of hot chocolate. “I know this is difficult but I’m really gonna need you to go over the story once again.”

She relaxed slightly when she noticed your reassuring smile, “Like I told yous guys before—.” Janet was from Pittsburgh. “Freezy had me hanging from the pipes in a basement… maybe an old butcher shop. It smelled like rotting meat. He tied me down to.. to.. he called it.. taking a souvenir. I thought maybe he was going to rape me, but.. when he brought out that knife.. and he—,” she swallowed hard, taking a long sip from the mug. “Well, you found his souvenir last Monday. I think he got distracted, or something, and i was able to kick him, and get away. I woke up in Brooklyn, and.. that’s all I remember.”

“And you just escaped?” You clarified, furrowing your brows together, as you cocked your head to the side.

“It was almost too easy, detective… it was like he let me go.” Janet’s tears began to fall and she wiped them away with her only hand.

Janet looked remarkably like your little sister, Fiona. Same curly red hair, bright, Bambi blue eyes, same freckled complexion.

Fiona had gone missing back in 1970, her body never turned up. You begged your captain to put you on the case, but he declined profusely. So when the affectionately named Mr. Freezy started murdering young girls with red hair and blue eyes, you hopped on the case like the last round of musical chairs.

“Detectives Wilson and Y/L/N, NYPD. Who’s in charge here?” You and Wilson flashed your badges to one of the units on scene with a polite smile.

“That would be—,”

“Detective Barber, Andy Barber.”

Your head whipped around to find the owner of the gravelly voice.

Never in your life had you felt so self conscious in your height.

Andy Barber stood well over six feet tall, and even in your heels, he towered over you like a redwood.

“Detective Y/N Y/L/N. This is my partner, Detective Sam Wilson.” You introduced yourself, extending your hand to meet his outstretched one.

After a firm handshake and a throat clear from Wilson, Andy pulled his hand away to frustratedly run over his overgrown beard.

“This one ‘a yours? I heard talks about Freezy coming over the Hudson, but he usually keeps to New York.” Andy began as he lead you down to the base of the river, where the victim’s body was blocked off by caution tape and evidence collectors. She was covered with a black tarp, only a small part of her hand visible against the sand.

“Were you guys able to ID her yet?” Wilson asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Not yet. We’ve been going through the missing persons files from the last six months, but nothings turned up yet,” Andy declined, shaking his head.

“We’ll have the coroner take the body back to New York. If that’s alright with you guys?” Turning to face Andy, a gust of wind blew your hair out of your face, and you shivered, before turning back to look at the body. The wind had blown the cover off of the top half of the woman’s body and you froze in place.

Your blood ran cold, knees buckling before Andy caught you from falling. “Detective?” Andy searched Sam’s face for some answer.

“Y/N?” Sam placed a hand on the back of your shoulder, before he followed your gaze over to the body. “Oh, god. Andy, get her out of here.” He commanded the obvious alpha male.

“What?” The man questioned him. “The fuck’s going on?”

“It’s her fucking sister.”

Westchester, NY

June 2nd, 1975

“Jim, please don’t forget you’re picking up Conner for soccer practice after school!” You called out to your husband as he loaded your son into the back of his station wagon. “He has to be there at four thirty sharp, I don’t want to hear it from his coach that he was late!”

Jim saluted you with a wide grin, tipping his chin up as he blew you a kiss. You watched the love of your life disappear down the long residential street, with your arms folded across your chest, when a familiar voice called from the opposite end of the house.

“If it isn’t the hottest mother in all of Westchester.” Andy’s hands were tucked into the pockets of his dress pants, and his eyes met yours with a beautiful, enchanting grin.

Without a word, you both disappeared into your home, and you pressed his back to the door the moment it shut. “You…” you trailed off, your lips immediately attaching to the column of his neck. “Know the rules. Wait five minutes after Jim and Conner leave.”

“Couldn’t help it, angel,” Andy’s voice was gruff as he slipped from between you and the door, pressing his back to your front as he pushed your chest against the wooden door. “This little dress of yours.. you wearin’ it because you know I like it?” His mouth covered the shell of your ear as his hands rucked up your small cotton dress.

“A-Andy,” you choked out, slick coating your thighs as you heard the glorious sound of his belt unbuckling.

SMACK!

“Who?” He mocked, ripping your panties from around your waist.

“Detective,” you mewled, breath hitching in the back of your throat as he pushed the swollen tip of his cock past your folds.

Andy let out an grumbled, hoarse groan, his arm shaking around your waist to toy with your clit. “That’s a good fucking girl.. so hot and ready for me, huh? Dirty little housewife, just begging to be fucked by someone other than that husband of yours?”

His hips pounded against your ass, your flesh jiggling with each thrust. Your hands flew to press against the door, and his covered yours immediately. The cold metal of both of your wedding rings reminded you of the sin you were committing.

This wasn’t the first time, it wasn’t even the tenth time. Andy came by about a week after your sister’s body was found, with a bouquet of daisies and a bottle of red wine. Your entire liquor cabinet later, the two of you were fucked out on the shag carpet in front of your fireplace.

And that’s how it started. Every so often, he’d make an excuse to visit you at the precinct, bringing donuts for the squad, or a file that nobody really needed. You met when you could, and where you could. Yesterday, you called him while Jim was sleeping in, as you cut up a sandwich for Conner, and begged for him to come over today when Jim left. He never denied you, and you never denied him. But it would never be more than that. Mindless animal sex.

SMACK!

“I asked you a fucking question, dumb baby, what’s the matter, you didn’t hear me?” Andy cooed condescendingly, before you yelped at another smack.

“Y-yes, yes, I heard you, I—,” you began to answer him, before he covered your mouth and fucked into you, vigorously rubbing your clit with his free hand. “GOD!”

“That’s a good girl, good fucking whore, gonna make me fill this tight little hole in a minute.” His thrusts became sloppy, and you felt his tip hit your cervix, crying out as you quickly met your release. Andy fucked you through your high, his orgasm following soon after with a shout of your first name.

His head fell onto your shoulder, peppering slow, soft kissed along your neck and up to your ear.

A few moments later, he slowly pulled out of you, causing a few droplets of his seed mixed with your slick to deliciously dribble onto your thighs.

You cleared your throat, composing yourself as you ran your hands through your hair, taming the flyaways as best as you could. “Can I.. do you want some coffee?” You asked him, picking up your ripped panties from the floor, holding them in your hand as you folded your arms.

“I want to talk to you about something,” he blurted out nervously, after tucking himself back into his dress pants.

You nodded, leaning up from against the door before walking into the kitchen with Andy hot on your heels. “‘Course, shoot.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

The coffee mug you picked up slipped out of your hand and into the sink, shattering into a million pieces.

The sound felt like an atom bomb went off in your kitchen, and the silence that followed? Deafening.

“Say something,” he begged, no doubt folding his hands on top of the kitchen island.

“Andy..” you trailed off, turning around to face him, the corner of your lips unintentionally quirking up into a smile at your accurate prediction. “What do I say?”

“I’m leaving Laurie. Jacob goes to college in the fall, I have a lawyer drawing up the papers now.” His eyes met yours, desperately seeking an answer. “I think you should leave Jim.”

Could you leave Jim?

Did you love Andy?

What about Conner?

And Laurie?

You knitted her a blanket when her mom died. You sent her cookies during Christmastime. She have you some of Jacob’s old clothes that she’d saved, for Conner.

Did you love Andy?

“Please, say something, Y/N. I’m.. I’m in love with you.”

In the years you’ve known Andy, you’d never seen him look so vulnerable. So desperate. As you paced back and forth across the kitchen, a million and one thoughts ran through your mind.

“Jim gets home at six,” you murmured, “Jim gets home at six.” This time it was louder.

The male’s expression turned into a hopeful smile.

“Six o’clock. I’ll tell him.” You nodded a few times, and Andy met you in the middle of the kitchen, his large hands cupping your cheeks as he placed a hungry kiss to your waiting mouth.

“Say it,” he mumbled out against your lips, brushing his thumbs across your cheeks.

“I love you, Andy.” You responded without hesitation, a small smile forming across your face.

A moment of silence passed, before Andy exhaled, closing his eyes for a moment, before opening them again to look down at you, “I gotta head back to the precinct. Call me later. Please.

You nodded, and he gave you a quick, chaste goodbye kiss, before leaving you in the kitchen alone, and exiting your house.

He was yours. Andy Barber was yours. And you were his.

Happier than a pig in shit, you strutted your way over to the well loved stereo in your living room, flicking on the power.

The outro of ‘Sir Duke’ flowed beautifully into the techno introduction of one of your favorite songs.

You couldn’t help but dance your way back into the kitchen to clean up the mess you’d made in the sing.

I been in the right place,

but it must have been the wrong time

I'd have said the right thing

But must have used the wrong line

I been on the right trip

But I must have used the wrong car

Head is in a bad place and I wonder what it's good for

I been in the right place

But it must have been the wrong time

You sang out loud, swaying your hips back and forth, losing yourself to the beat of the electric bass and bongo drums. It was a feel good song, one you loved to blast in your Impala as you flew across the bridge, down the busy streets of Manhattan.

Had you not been blasting on full volume, you would’ve heard the glass of your back door break.

Had you not been blasting on full volume, you would’ve heard his heavy booted footsteps come up behind you.

Had you not been blasting on full volume, you would have noticed the extra presence in your kitchen, before it was too late.

Drip, drop.

Ow…

Your head lolled forward, side to side, before your heavy eyelids lifted, surveying your surroundings.

Your arms were sore, stiff, nearly numb as they hung over your head, cuffed to a damn near fully rusted pipe.

What in the ever loving fuck?

You were just about to try and muster up a, ‘help!’ before the familiar chords of your favorite song blasted at full volume throughout the basement(?).

I been in the right place,

but it must have been the wrong time

What the fuck?

I'd have said the right thing

But must have used the wrong line

Where actually am I?

I been on the right trip

But I must have used the wrong car

Another voice joined in the next verse.

Deep, raspy, cigarette tainted.

“Head is in a bad place and I wonder what it's good for

I been in the right place

But it must have been the wrong time,”

Your eyes desperately searched for its owner, head frantically whipping back and forth, before you stopped in defeat.

A set of footsteps approached you, your eyes fixating on the dark brown boots tucked under a pair of dark wash jeans.

A calloused hand tucked itself under your chin, and tilted you up to look your partner dead in the eye.

“So you’re the one who’s been snoopin’ in on me for four years,” the long haired man slurred, a sloppy, devilish grin across his lips. “I didn’t know they’d have such a pretty girl on my case, sugar.”

Your eyes met his baby blues, tired and bleary, bloodshot, like he’d been up for thirty six hours straight.

It took every ounce of energy you had to muster out your whisper.

“You’re..” You began, chest heaving in fear, as you tried your absolute hardest to keep your calm.

“That’s it, doll, use that pretty mouth.”

Bastard.

“Freezy.”

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starryevermore · 3 years

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next month’s rent (2) ✧ robert pronge

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pairing: landlord!robert pronge x fem!reader

summary: after coming to a rent agreement with your landlord, you find yourself bending to his will until you were his perfect slut.

word count: 2,161

warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, dubcon, i think this counts as free use?, rimjob/ass eating, anal play, male masturbation, cum eating, degradation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, name calling (bitch, whore, slut, cumdump, cockslut), spitting in mouth, spanking, cockwarming, not proofread

sequel to “this month’s rent”

You buried your face in your pillow, trying to force yourself back to sleep. Even though your dreams had turned to nightmares ever since Robert changed your rent agreement, it was far kinder than the horror movie you were now living in. Robert had taken great pleasure in bending you to his will, forcing you to be his perfect little cockslut. The minute he got home from...whatever it was he did, he was buried in you, making you milk him until he was satisfied.

He was rarely satisfied.

You had long since quit your jobs. That had been Robert’s doing. He said he didn’t even need to rent out his basement to you in the first place. Only did it to get the perfect bitch to breed, he said. Once you’d resigned to doing whatever he wished, he made you quit your two jobs and kept you locked up in the house. Sometimes he let you out, when he was playing the part of the neighborhood ice cream man. Those days, you were handcuffed to the freezers in the back, where the patrons couldn’t see, so that he could use your holes whenever he so chose. Most days, though, you were locked up in the house, forced to be ready and willing when he got home.

He’d gotten rid of most of your clothes. Burned them all once you quit your jobs. “Don’t need clothes with I got planned for ya, toots,” he’d sneered the day he got rid of them, watching as you slipped on a slutty maid outfit he’d picked out for you. He always picked out your clothes, had them laid out before you even woke up. But you could hardly call them clothes. Most days, it was skimpy costumes or the most revealing lingerie sets he could find.

You finally forced your eyes open, letting out a quiet sigh. You needed to get up. Robert expected the house to be in order by the time he gets home, and you don’t know what sort of mess he left behind. You pushed yourself out of bed, looking at what he laid out. Fuck, this was perhaps the most revealing thing he’d gotten for you. It was a red open cup bra that had straps that were attached to a collar, compete with a matching red and gold stud thong. (x)

After dressing yourself, you journeyed upstairs and started to complete the daily chores. Today wasn’t a bad day. Just laundry (where you pretended that the blood stains was ice cream stains), the dishes, and some light dusting. Plus, you had to make yourself lunch. But you waited on fixing dinner. Robert always liked to get a head start on eating dessert while you were cooking, so you always waited to get started until after he got home. He got real mad when you had dinner ready for him early, said you spoiled his appetite. You didn’t leave the basement for a week after that, not until he was satisfied that you’d learned your lesson. You shuddered at the memory, trying to force it back down. There wasn’t time to think about stuff like that. You just needed to make sure he was happy, that you played the happy little submissive role he wanted you to be.

Before you knew it, it was the evening and you heard him pulling into the driveway. As you heard him unlocking the front door, you got in the position you were familiar with: standing a few feet from the door, hands clasped behind your back, waiting patiently for him to give you your orders. This was the worst part of the day, having to play whatever role he wanted.

“Honey, I’m home!” he sang, slamming the door behind him. His eyes raked over you as he let out a low whistle.

“Do I look pretty, daddy?” you asked, pushing your chest out more, watching as his tongue darted out to wet his lips. “Think this is my favorite one you got for me. Really, really like it.”

“Shit, you look so good I could eat ya,” he said, looking away long enough to focus on unbuckling his belt.

“Would rather take care of you, daddy,” you said, smiling softly. “Can I, daddy? Been thinkin’ ‘bout you all day.”

“That so? My little cumdump that eager to take care of me?” he smirked. “Got the perfect idea for ya.”

He walked over to the living room, kicking his shoes off and tossing his pants off, before sitting down on the couch. He motioned for you to get in front of him, so you sank to your knees, waiting for further instruction. Robert sank a little into the couch, spreading his legs and propping his feet up on the coffee table behind you so that you were caged between his legs.

“Eat my ass,” he said.

You blinked, an unsettling feeling washing over you. He’d never asked you to do that before. How...What were you supposed to do? Was it like when he had you play with his balls? Just with...ugh, you didn’t want to think about it.

“Go ahead, eat my ass,” he said, reaching out and pushing your head down. Bile rose up in your throat as you steadied yourself, your tongue flattening as you licked at the puckered hole. “Go on, get in there. Don’t be shy. We both know you’re a big fuckin’ slut. Shiiit, that’s how you do it.”

You tried to distance yourself from what you were doing the best you could. You weren’t eating his ass. You were...Fuck, you didn’t know. There was no safe space to go to like this. This wasn’t like when he was fucking you and you could pretend that you had a loving boyfriend that was taking you apart bit by bit. No, there was no denying the reality of this situation.

Above you, he stroked himself, groaning as your tongue prodded at his hole. An idea struck you, something he would probably like, which meant you could get this done sooner. Slowly, you pulled away, smiling softly at him, as you asked, “Daddy, would you like me to finger your ass?”

“Shit, yeah, you do that, bitch,” he groaned. “Get you finger nice and wet.”

You popped your finger in your mouth, soaking it with your saliva, before going back down, lapping at the puckered hole again, pressing your finger against it until it finally pushed through. God, you felt disgusting as you pushed your finger in and out, curling and uncurling it. But, his pleasure over your comfort, right? You didn’t want to think about what would happen if you made him unhappy.

“Fuck, ‘boutta come,” he said, a loud sigh falling out of his mouth. “Get back up here.”

You pulled away, still trying to swallow your disgust, peering up at him. The hand he wasn’t stroking himself with grabbed at the back of your head, holding you just where he wanted you.

“Catch,” he groaned, thick white ropes spurting out, landing across the bridge of your nose, dripping down your cheek. You opened your mouth, trying to catch the last of it. He always came so much, you could barely understand it.

When it finally stopped, you brought a finger (not the one you’d been using before) up to your face, collecting the cum, before popping it in your mouth, making a big point to moan as loudly as you could mange.

“Yeah, you like daddy’s cum, don’tcha, ya fuckin’ slut?”

You nodded, finishing off eating the last of his cum. You smiled up at him, asking, “What would you like me to do next, daddy?”

“Oh, I got a perfect plan for ya,” he said, his hand leaving the back of your head, going to clutch at your jaw. He leaned over, his hot breath fanning over your face, his hand clenching around your jaw. “Open up, bitch.”

You opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out, trying not to cringe as a glob of spit landed on your tongue. Slowly, you swallowed, before batting your eyelashes up at him. “Can you do that again, daddy?”

You hated the way he smirked and chuckled, but you also knew he always went easier on you when you played into whatever desires he had. He pulled you up so you were straddling him, his already hardening cock pressing against you, pulling your mouth down close to his. “’Course I can, you dumb fuckin’ slut.”

You barely had time to open your mouth again before he was puckering his lips again and he was spitting on you. “Thank you, daddy,” you said as you swallowed.

“Now what’s my little whore want?” he asked. It was almost affectionate, almost made you forget what he made you into, what he forced you to be.

You cocked your head to the side for a moment, thinking. This almost felt like a trick question, like he expected you to have a specific answer. You knew with the position he pulling you into that he expected you to ride him. But that was too obvious, wasn’t it? What did he—oh. As you watched as his hand left your jaw, trailing down to your breast, you realized what he wanted. You bit your lip as seductively as you could manage, letting your finger tips graze your side as you went up to your breasts, pushing them together and leaning forward so they were more in his face. In your sultriest voice, you said, “Your titties want some attention, daddy.”

He liked it when you called your body parts his.

“Is that so?” he asked, swatting your hands away so that he could freely grope you. When you hummed a quiet mhm, he said, “Then I’ll give ‘em all the attention they deserve.”

“Thank you daddy,” you said. “Your pussy is also lonely. Can you fill her up while you play with your titties?”

“Damn right I can fill my pussy up,” he grunted, one hand leaving your breasts to grasp his cock, lining the tip up with your entrance. As he thrusted upwards, he said, “Gonna fill her up so good she’ll be fuckin’ weepin’ for her daddy.”

You gasped as he brushed up against your cervix, stars flooding your vision. “Thank you daddy,” you cried, your head falling back as his mouth attached to one of your nipples.

This, this was one of those moments you could drift away, imagine a better life for yourself. Maybe you were the housewife of some semi-wealthy man. He probably worked at a bank, probably high up. The president of the bank, maybe? Did banks have presidents, or was it CEO or something? But, anyways, that’s why you didn’t work, because he wanted you taking care of the house ‘cause he always worked so hard to provide for you and it was the least you could do for him. And when he’d come home, he’d bring flowers and shower you with kisses and—

“That’s it, my little cockslut, takin’ me so fuckin’ good,” he groaned, his hand slapping your ass with a harsh crack!

You gasped, your hands flying out to grip his shoulders. Shit, no, go back to the nice daydream. Yeah, okay, you and your husband would sit down and eat dinner, and he’d tell you about his day. And when you finished dinner, after you did the dishes, you’d go to the living room, where he’d be watching the news and drinking a cold beer, you settle on his lap, pressing sloppy kisses along his jaw and his hand would wander and—

Fuck! Did he just bite your nipple?

“Shit, daddy, think I’m gonna come,” you cried. “Please, can I come? Been so good!”

“Yeah, you can fuckin’ come,” Robert grunted, his hips snapping against yours, his hand slapping at your ass again. “God, you’re fuckin’ milkin’ me right now. Might just fuck a baby into ya. You’d like that, wouldn’t ya? Wanna carry your daddy’s baby? Be his good little cumdump, pop out as many brats as I want?”

“Yes, daddy, whatever you want,” you cried as your orgasm washed over you, falling against Robert’s chest as he finished himself off in you, rutting into you until he was satisfied. You caught your breath, before whispering, “Thank you, daddy. You take such good care of your pussy.”

“Damn right I do,” he said, his hands wandering down to your ass and giving it a squeeze. “Now keep your daddy warm, ‘kay?”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Think this counts as your next month’s rent, don’tcha?” he chuckled. Your breath hitched as you felt one of his fingers prod at your asshole. “Or maybe I should get a little more action, huh? Make sure all of your holes are well used for payment?”

“Whatever you want, daddy,” you whispered, squeezing your eyes shut, thankful that he couldn’t see your face. “Just wanna make you happy.”

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