#mr. freezy x y/n

[georgiapeach30513]

Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 4

Summary:  Robert and Cherry talk

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

Rating:  mature

Warnings:  language, branding, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So I’m Pop.  Makes sense.”

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

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

“Mommy!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Did you teach her to say Pop?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“To talk.  That bitch fucking here?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Make it that fucking simple.”

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

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

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

“Fine.  Go the fuck on.  What else?”

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

“What do you fucking mean by that?”

“I’m a sensitive kind of guy.”

“Yeah, no fucking shit.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Yeah.  Let’s go home.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I don’t need to hear this.”

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

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

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

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

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

“And later we’re going to play with…”

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

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

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

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

“Maybe the next baby is a boy.”

“Reese’s pieces!  Graham cracker!”

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

“Pie!  Cherry pie.”

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

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

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

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.

word count | 1,485

an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!

Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.

Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."

Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.

It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.

The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.

He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.

"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.

"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.

"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.

Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.

"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.

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summary: Normal Exes work at a office, your Exes prefer basements, ice vans and expensive events. Normal Exes like football and beer, your Exes prefer something a bit more red and shiny. Normal Exes don’t get along with people, your Exes don’t have to put up with people for long.

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Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.

Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge

Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree. 

Word Count: 1,927

A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂

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—K

Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end. 

And Bobby hates being confused. 

The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break. 

“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“

“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further. 

“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling. 

“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight. 

“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided. 

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.

“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”

“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip. 

“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”

Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him. 

“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight. 

“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long. 

“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?” 

A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic. 

You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs. 

“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him. 

“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break. 

“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices. 

“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet. 

You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might  reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give). 

“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.  

“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.  

“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”

He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes. 

“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore. 

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you. 

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

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

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

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

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

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

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

He could still fuck you now though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[nocturne-pisces]

Chum The Waters

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

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

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

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

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

“Yes ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was six bags.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, boss.” 

“How did it go?” 

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

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

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

“What do you have for me?” 

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby was one of those men. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

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

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

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

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[eulalielatibule]

I need more Freezy x Reader fics!! If y'all have recs, either here or on AO3 let me know please 🙏🏼

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[lovelytsunoda]

the right temperature to be keeping you warm // daniel ricciardo (kinktober day 6!)

summary: she’s not used to october being as warm as it is when she joins daniel in perth for thanksgiving. the heat is unbearable, and daniel has a fun way to cool her down.

prompt: temperature play

pairing: daniel ricciardo x reader

warnings: ice play, lots of giggling and laughter, daniel is incapable of taking anything seriously.

"jesus, danny, it's just at hot inside as it was on the patio! at least in here there's a bit of a breeze from the fan!" she groaned, falling back against the sofa, sweat-marred tank top plastered to her skin.

she considered herself lucky she was wearing pumpkin orange and not white, otherwise everybody in a ten mile radius could probably see her bra.

danny laughed, taking the shopping bags into the kitchen. "is it not usually this hot in october back in canada?"

"uh, no? there was one year it snowed in october. like, on halloween. canadian weather doesn't make sense, usually our octobers are just wall-to-wall rain."

"sorry, sugar. i can't control the weather, unfortunately." danny hummed, opening the freezer to grab two mr. freeze ice lollys.

his lover was still lying on the couch, arm thrown over her closed eyes while she used her free hand to dan her face. with a devilish grin on his face, danny sat next to her on the couch, eyes trained on where her shirt had ridden up to show off her midriff.

holding the freezie carefully, he pressed the wrapper against her stomach, the thin layer of ice melting almost as soon as it touched her belly. she shrieked, jumping slightly. daniel laughed, moving to pull the freezie away before she gripped his wrist, pulling the coldness back to her skin.

she rolled her eyes at the aussie, shuffling so her crossed feet rested on her boyfriend's lap. "i'm annoyed at you for making a joke out of this, but it feels nice. refreshing. it's cooling me down."

danny raised an eyebrow. she looked up at him through her eyelashes, blinking slightly before she realized that daniel had the look.

and god help anyone who got between daniel and his love when he had the look.

danny pulled away from her, taking the mr.. freeze with him as he went back to the open kitchen, large windows letting in the light and illuminating his silhouette like some kind of greek god or adonis.

"babe, what are you doing?"

"close the blinds and take off you clothes!" danny shouted back. "just trust me on this! leave your bra and panties on, though!"

she rolled her eyes, forcing herself to get up from her position of rest on the couch. she was glad to get out of her sweat-stained clothes anyways, flipping the white blinds closed in one twist of the plastic tab before she began to undress.

danny came back into the living room with a tray of ice cubes in his hand and a devious look on his face. because he had an idea. a very good, definitely not sexual idea. read: the idea was almost entirely sexual.

he beckoned y/n back over the couch, instructing her to lay down and get comfortable. out of the corner of her eyes, she kept trying to give danny a questioning look, hoping he would tell her literally anything at all.

"patience, pretty girl." he grinned, popping an ice cube out of the silicone tray. "good things come to those who wait. literally."

she playfully stuck her tongue out as daniel settled in next to her, placing the ice cube on her burning skin, gently pushing it over her belly button. he was attentive, watching the way goosebumps rose on her skin, the small trail of water that the ice cube left behind as he chauffeured it around on the edge of his finger.

the way she sucked in a breath, biting her lip to stop from whining.

he smiled roguishly, bringing his head down towards her stomach and sucking the ice cube into his mouth. at the feeling of his warm lips contrasting with the icy cold of the ice cube on her stomach, she gasped, arching into danny. he smiled against her, using his tongue to push the cube around her skin.

she moaned at the sensation, an honest to god moan. “oh, danny.” she breathed, tangling her hands in his hair, and giving one of his curls a tug.

daniel moaned, the ice cube slipping out of his mouth and sliding right off her skin and onto the couch. they both laughed as daniel reached for another one.

“is this making it better, pretty girl?”

“much.” she hummed, running her thumb over his cheekbones. “but I need more. I need you to eat me out.”

daniel laughed before softly kissing her thigh, running his cold tongue over her skin, watching her lips curve upwards in a smile.

"my pretty girl." he mumbled, snaking his chilled fingers underneath her cotton panties, slowly teasing them down her legs. "such a good fucking girl for me."

he drew back, making a show out of dramatically placing the ice cube into his mouth before leaning back in, running the ice cube gently over the skin around her entrance.

"fuck, danny."

"the condensation from the ice cube was mixing with the evidence of her arousal, making it almost impossible for daniel to keep a grip on it. the ice cube slipped out of his mouth a few times before he gave up, allowing it to fall to the couch cushions.

"so worked up for me, sugar. yeah, you're so wet for me that i can't even hold the ice cube against you. slips right outta my mouth."

he couldn;t wait any longer, pressing his tongue up against where she ached for him most. she let out a strangled moan, thighs threatening to close around his head.

daniel smiled against her, ready to immediately shower her with all the praise she could need.

and there would be lots and lots of praise, because it was going to be a very long afternoon spent tucked between the thinnest sheets in his linen closet and showing her all the ways in which he loved her and her sexy body.

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Robert Pronge: Time to sin AU

Time to sin Masterlist

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[littlelioncub43]

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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[the-iceni-bitch]

happy birthday nat 🥹❤️

Could we see a little drabble with Bobby and Kitten?

Prompt “I can’t sleep without you, It’s too cold”

I mean idk how this would happen with these two unless Bobby is in like prison LOL

Lol, I will say, trying to write fluff for some of the couples I included in this is gonna be difficult, but I think I’ve figured it out.

Warnings: drunk Bobby, drugging without consent (just cough syrup, but still), handsiness, mentions of f receiving oral sex

You smiled as you did your best to manhandle Bobby into bed, nodding along with him when he continued to insist he wasn’t sick even as he was sniffling. If you hadn’t managed to sneak some cough medicine into the multiple hot toddies you’d convinced him to drink, he probably would’ve still been trying to eat you out.

Instead he was clumsily grabbing your ass and tits while he mouthed at your neck before you shoved him onto the bed, still attempting to get his hands under your sweater and pouting at you when you just pushed them away so you could get him undressed.

“Get ndaked.” He sniffed again and huffed when you just shook your head at him as you took off his boots then started working on his pants. “You listend to mbe womband…”

“Bobby, you can’t even say ‘woman’ right now, don’t try to boss me around.” You finally got all his clothes off and sighed when you considered the next task of getting him into pajamas. “And maybe you’ll listen to me the next time when I tell you to put on a hat and coat before you go outside.”

“Didnd’t ndeed it.” He just wanted to pull you on top of him and watch you ride him, he didn’t think that was unreasonable. “I’mb finde.”

“No you’re not, you’re stubborn.” You could tell that he was losing his battle with the medicine and alcohol since he let you pull his flannel bottoms on after just a few lazy kicks. “Now get under the covers.”

The look he gave you was the epitome of petulance, his brow all furrowed and his bottom lip sticking out and you wanted to take a picture so he couldn’t deny how big of a brat he was next time he was sick. But he still let you pull the blankets over him, his eyes almost immediately starting to droop when he was all bundled up as he turned on his side.

“Wait, dond’t go.” Bobby grabbed your hand when you tried to walk away to get the humidifier, somehow managing to look utterly pathetic as he wound his fingers through yours. “I cand’t sleep without you, it’s too cold.”

“Jesus Christ.” You rolled your eyes and breathed deeply before pulling off you sweater and jeans and moving to crawl into the bed next to him, chuckling softly when he pulled you into his chest and wrapped his whole body around you. “You’re absolutely ridiculous, I’m gonna tell your brother what a baby you are.”

ว໐іຖ mฯ 𝖿ᥣน𝖿𝖿mᥲş ᥴᥱ̄ᥣᥱ̄๖rᥲ𝗍і໐ຖ

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[dbnightingale24]

All I Want For Christmas Is You

Holiday Mr. Freezy One Shot

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Okay, so I’m just gonna start this off by saying that this is the darkest I’ve ever written. If you’re not into dark stories, PLEASE DO NOT READ this. Now, this is supposed to be a holiday follow up to ‘The Darker Side Of You’, but there was no way I could post this on Christmas lol. I almost didn’t post this at all, but thanks to @jtargaryen18 (a true angel), I am. Idk, buckle up and get ready for holiday cheer...Mr. Freezy style.

Word Count: 6558

Warnings: 18+, MINORS STAY FAR AWAY FROM THIS, dub-con, talks of murder, implied child murder, suicide attempt, SMUT, fluff (but like...Mr. Freezy fluff, so it’s a warning), murder, swearing, smoking, drinking, smoking, drinking, fighting, arguing, depression, conspiring to commit murder, murder kink, Stockholm Syndrome ...just read with caution. Read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert was slowly turning you into his perfect little homemaker, but what happens when he decides that sharing you with anyone is out of the question?

I do not give permission or consent for my works/stories to be posted elsewhere. I DO NOT condone any of this behavior, this is purely for entertainment purposes.

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“Fuck me harder, please!” you softly slur as you beg Robert who is fucking you senseless from behind.

“C’mon baby, I know you can be louder than that for me,” he pants, his grip on you getting tighter.

“Shit! Tommy is sleeping-”

“Who gives a fuck?!” he exclaims, frustrated, and he pulls out.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!” you snap, turning to face him and laying on your back.

“You’re so worried about waking up Tommy-”

“Oh, don’t start being a little bitch because everything isn’t about you all the fucking time!”

“Watch it-” he warned, darkness and lust very present in his eyes.

“Or what? The fucking least you could do is get me off! Jesus, I play along with this fucked up and ridiculous charade enough, don’t I?”

“If I recall correctly, you were all too happy to play along when you heard Samantha crying and begging for me not to fuck you while she was tied up,” he chuckled darkly, a devilish smile on his face. “And when I strangled her to death, you watched with pure glee as you got yourself off, then sucked my cock like the little whore you are as soon as her last breath left her body.”

“Fuck Robert,” you moan softly, not breaking eye contact with him as you clench your thighs together in a weak attempt to fight off the pressure building up between your legs.

“You were such a good little slut for me that night and I want you to be just as good tonight, you understand you little bitch?”

“Robert-”

“I don’t give a fuck if he’s sleeping! Bring him up one more time and I’ll solve the problem myself,” he warns ominously.

“You’re such a fucking asshole,” you scowl with a small hiccup “you wanna hear me scream?” you ask opening your legs. “Fucking work for it, you piece of shit.”

“Gladly,” he growls before pulling you towards him roughly as a small, drunken giggle escapes you.

**

You and Robert have been living in a sick and twisted hell for almost two years. Two years since Robert ruined the life you loved & forced you into hell with him.

You aren’t any closer to loving him but he’s all you have. He made sure to make himself all you had. He got you to stop talking to your friends and made sure to alienate you from your family (all by threatening to murder them), and he barely let you go out without him. The only time being when you needed to go grocery shopping, but even that had its setbacks. If you weren’t in the house after an hour and a half, he made sure to punish you later on at night.

You remember the first time you decided to test those waters and how it ended.

“Where the fuck were you?” Robert growled for the third time as you got dinner ready in your parents house.

“I’ve already told you-”

“Samantha gets grocery shopping in half the time-”

“Do I fucking look like Samantha to you? Besides, she isn’t being held captive in her own fucking house,” you muttered as you took a glass out of the cabinet.

“Y/N, I swear to Christ, you been talkin’ to the fuckin’-”

“The fucking who, Robert? The cops? My friends? My family? You’ll what? Kill them? Kill me? I fucking wish you so I could free of you, finally!” you snapped, finally reaching your breaking point.

You heard his fist colliding with your face before you felt it.

“I better not fucking find out you’re doing shit that you shouldn’t be doing, you little bitch,” he spat before roughly gripping your hair. “Or I swear to God, I’ll make you wish that I’d slowly killed you in that fucking warehouse,” he warned in a low growl.

“You’re acting like I don’t already,” you replied coldly before pushing him away from you and storming out of kitchen.

Yes, you told yourself he was all you had, but deep down in places you don’t and won’t talk about, some small part of you started to care for him.

You figured it would only a matter of time, because he was the only other person in your life. You cleaned his wounds, you listened to him when he vented his frustrations, you made him dinner, you fucked him daily, and he took care of you.

No, he was no fucking knight in shinning armor, but if you let yourself ignore what was happening, you could pretend just enough. Pretend he wasn’t a monster, pretend he hadn’t destroyed your life, pretend he hadn’t ripped almost every bit of innocence left in you, and pretend that he wasn’t turning you into someone you weren’t particularly a fan of.

However, for as much s you’ve started to care for him, it will never how much you hate him. How much you truly despise him for ruining everything.

But what could you do? Robert made it very clear that he was never going to set you free, and that you’d never leave his side.

At first, it was hell on earth. Especially after the funeral for Samantha. Killing his wife had been the first gift he’d ever given you. Yes, Robert was the one who had ruined your life, but by Samantha turning a blind eye to his cheating and never questioning what he did for a living, she was just as responsible as far as you were concerned.

The funeral was extremely mundane and you thought of telling everyone that it had been your idea, just so they would stop offering sympathy and leave you alone. It wasn’t enough that you had made it through the whole day without rolling your eyes and scoffing as everyone offered Robert their sympathies and condolences. No, you had to sit there and pretend to be the neighbor who took sympathy and felt bad for him and his son, Tommy. Who had to be sad that she lost a good family friend when she had just lost her parents not too long ago.

The whole thing was pathetic.

Whenever you think about that night, it has you excited and yearning for Robert in all the ways you shouldn’t.

“Fuck, just like that, baby,” Robert grunted as you continued to grind your hips against his and your clit rubbed against his pelvis. “Best fuckin' pussy I’ve ever been in!”

“Why....how could you both do this!?” Samantha cried from the chair she was bound to, blood dripping from her mouth and nose. “I trusted you, Y/N! You fucking bitch!”

“Oh? Aren’t you just a dirty fucking slut?” Robert groaned with a sick smile as you clenched around him and he started kneading your nipples between his fingers, as your pace quickened. “Keep goin’, Sam. It’s gettin’ her off,” he chuckled.

“I hate you both! I hate you both so fucking much!” she wailed and it was just enough to send you over the edge into one of the most powerful orgasms you’d ever had with Robert’s name leaving your lips as a desperate cry.

“You okay baby?” Robert asked, caressing your face softly. When all you did was nod, he pulled you close and kissed you deeply, and it almost felt as if he genuinely gave a shit about you. “Another round or do you think now is a good time?”

“I could do this all night,” you smirked, still coming down from your high, “but Tommy has school in a few hours and someone needs to be there when he wakes up.”

“Such a good girl,” Robert chuckled before kissing you again.

“Tommy? If you think you’re keeping Tommy after all this-”

“Shut the fuck up,” Robert interrupted harshly. “Did you really think I would beat the shit out of you and let you go? Fuck Y/N in front of you for hours and let you just leave? God, you really are a stupid cunt,” he scoffed as you slowly got off of him, groaning in dissatisfaction at the fact that he was no longer filling you up.

“What do you mean-”

“I’m going to fucking kill you. If you ask me, it’s been long overdue,” he smirked as you lit your own cigarette before using it to light his and pass it to him.

“What?! No! You wouldn’t! You can’t! HELP!” she screamed, her tears coming harder.

“No one can fucking hear you,” you laughed, before taking another drag from your cigarette. “Trust me, he held me here for two weeks.”

“He...he what?! Y/N, you have to believe me when I tell you that I didn’t know-”

“But you knew that he was cheating on you,” you snapped. “You knew that he was keeping secrets about what he does for a living, but you decided to turn a blind eye to it, because it made your life easier! He killed my parents! He brought me here and raped me until he was all I wanted! He was able to destroy my life because you did nothing!” you yelled as Robert chuckled. “So now, I’m going to sit here and do nothing as he takes your life. I’m going to sit here, enjoy it, get off on it, and then I’m going to fuck him in front of your lifeless body. You wanna know why? Because it’s the fucking least I could do to thank you,” you smirked before laying back on the bed.

“I fucking love it when you’re an evil little bitch,” Robert smiled at you before taking a final drag from his cigarette and throwing it to the ground. “Lets get this over with so I can get back to perfect little pussy.”

“No baby, this is my gift. I want you to drag it out like you promised,” you moaned as you started to softly rub your clit.

“Whatever you want, Sweetheart. You’re the one calling the shots tonight,” he shrugged. “God, I’ve waited so fucking long to do this,” he laughed darkly at Samantha before wrapping his hands around her throat.

Once Samantha was finally dead, you were on your knees for Robert in almost an instant. Happy to please him in any way he wanted since he gave you the one thing you truly wanted most of all.

However, with Samantha’s death came the job of now playing lovers with Robert, which didn’t come without its setbacks.

“You’re not gonna fucking sleep around on me, Pronge!” you shouted as you two stood in your parents living room.

“Someone jealous?” he chuckled.

“No, you piece of shit! If this is to be my new life now, you’re going to make it somewhat bearable. That includes me not not looking like the town fool!”

“Or what? You’ll leave me?” he laughed, taking out a cigarette and placing it between his lips.

“No, I’ll try to fucking kill myself again, and I’ll succeed this time because I’ll shoot myself with one of your guns,” you replied coolly and you saw his entire demeanor change.

He had instantly remembered your last attempt after the last physical fight you two got into.

You usually backed down and just sulked, but that night you fought back with all the energy and courage you had, not giving up until he had you pinned against the bedroom door and fucked you roughly and painfully, before leaving you on the floor and going out to do whatever it was he needed or wanted to do that night.

You’d stayed on that floor and cried for hours, before forcing yourself downstairs and into the kitchen and deciding that enough was enough. Who you were becoming, what you were allowing, and what got you off only made you hate yourself more each day. You had never been this person and you didn’t want to become more and more unfamiliar with yourself.

You refused to keep going on like this.

You found the sharpest knife and took it to your wrists and just let yourself sink down onto the floor, memories of your life flashing before your eyes as the world around you started to fade out.

The good and the bad.

“Y/N!?” Robert drunkenly called, as he slammed the door shut behind him.

You said nothing an hoped the darkness would consume you before he’d have a chance to save you.

“Y/N!? Don’t fuckin’ make me...Jesus Christ!” he exclaimed as he ran to your side, napkins and towels in hand. “What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“I...I have to go,” you stated simply before slipping away.

“Fuckin’ bitch! Don’t you dare fuckin’ die on me!” was the last thing you heard before the darkness took you.

When you woke up, to your dismay, there was a white light and a lot of beeping machines.

‘He’d got me to the hospital in time? Fuck!’ you thought to yourself as you slowly came to, trying run your hands through your hair, only to find that you’d been restrained. ‘Fucking great.’

“You’re up,” Robert slurred softly, his gaze on you soft. “What the fuck were you thinking?!”

“I think it’s pretty clear what I was thinking,” you croaked, your mouth dry, as you looked away from him. “You couldn’t be kind just let me fucking die?”

“You really think I’d ever let you take yourself from me? That I’d let anyone or anything take you from me?” he questioned angrily. “What the fuck am I supposed to do without you?!”

“I don’t know, be a better parent to Tommy? Be a parent, at all?” you questioned with a laugh. “Maybe not be a fucking murderer,” you muttered to yourself.

“Fuck him! All he does and bitch and complain!” Robert scowled as he sank further into his seat.

Before you could even open your mouth to respond, the doctor came in and decided to explain everything to Robert, since he’d put himself as your emergency contact on the clipboard.

From then on, things changed drastically between you and Robert.  

He never laid a hand on you again, he stopped sleeping around (which you could tell by all the glares you received from the women around the little suburban hell you two called home), he was never out or away too late, he made an attempt to be at least pleasant, and he attempted to be romantic by buying you skimpy outfits that you could wear for him around the house.

He also hid all of his weapons from you.

In an attempt to accept your hell with grace and dignity, you did your best to be civil. When he came home with blood on himself, his clothes, or both, you didn’t look at him with pure disgust, you didn’t question him about work, you tried to have dinner ready for him when he came home, and you made yourself available to him for whatever he wanted whenever he wanted.

You also, in a way, started care more.

You’d never allow yourself to believe that he loved you, but on some level, he did to seem give somewhat of a shit about you. Or, at least, he was obsessed enough to take care of you.

Well, take care of you in a way that suited him.

No, it was by no means romantic or deal, but you’d done everything in your power to get away from him and it hadn’t worked at all. The only thing left to do was give up and accept your fate.

This also meant you’d have to accepted the role of step-mother to Tommy.

That was the other thing.

What also came along with Samantha’s death was the hardest challenge: raising Tommy.

You know that your own cruel and evil desires are what drove to the current hell you were living in, but Tommy is part of the reason you decided to play house with Robert. Tommy had done nothing to deserve the current life he was living and being left with the worst parent on planet earth, so you took it upon yourself to fill the roll of being a mother.

Well, to the best of your ability.

Before Robert came along, you craved to be the type of mother your own mother had been. Loving, thoughtful, strong, funny, caring, brave, and devoted. You couldn’t wait to have a family of your own with your own ‘Mr. Right’ and to take on motherly duties. You really did try with Tommy but you just couldn’t do it. It’s not like there was anything wrong with the child. He was sweet, compassionate, loving, innocent, and so incredibly considerate. No, the issue wasn’t so much Tommy as much as it was who his parents were. You’d hated his mother and you tolerate his father because he’s all you have at this point.

You looked at Tommy now and saw regret and felt anger.

It’s not like Robert hadn’t noticed how unhappy you were. He’d gotten you pregnant twice and both times you’d aborted them, just like you’d told him you would. Yeah, there was hell to pay, but it was worth it as long as you didn’t have to bring another Pronge into the world.

“I can snap his neck and you wouldn’t even know. He’ll just look like he’s sleeping,” Robert suggested one night as he put the video camera away, like it was no big deal.

“Shut the fuck up!” you snapped, pulling your nightgown on “don’t you touch a hair on that boy’s head!”

“Why not? He’s unhappy, you’re unhappy-”

“Enough Robert,” you warned as you got out of bed to clean yourself off.

“We should get married. That way, when you’re pregnant with my kid, the town won’t think of you as a whore. Hell, you’d have two Pronge’s of your own if you’d stop killing them.”

“I’m not fucking marrying you, Robert, or having your fucking kids. I’m playing house with you, that’s enough. Besides, I saw what you did to your last wife, no fucking thanks.”

“I did that for you, baby,” he smirked as he wrapped his arms around your waist. “And if I recall correctly, you fucking loved it.”

“Yeah, so I’m not setting myself up to be the next Mrs. Pronge for you to kill in front of your next deranged sex slave.”

“You know you mean more to me than that.”

“I fucking hate you,” you spat as you looked at your reflections in the bathroom mirror

“I know you do, baby. And I love you,” he responded softly, before forcing you to bend over and thrusting himself into you.

Since that conversation, you’ve done your best to love Tommy as your own. To be patient with him, to make time for him, to help him, and to care for him since you know Robert never will. However, the harder you tried to love him, the harder it became. He needed a mother and you just didn’t know how to be one for him. Before everything happened, you loved him with every fiber of your being. But now? Now, you can’t look at him and see anything besides Samantha and Robert.

How the hell were you going to raise him to be a stable and capable adult? How were you supposed to raise him to be better than his father? How were you supposed to be his way out when all you wanted to do was pretend that he doesn’t exist?

Robert’s P.O.V

As I watch you bring in the mail, mindlessly going through junk and invites for Christmas parties, I can’t stop the smile that comes to my face at your dissatisfaction.

“Do we feel like bullshitting through another Christmas party with the Kingsley’s?” you sigh as you take a seat at the kitchen isle.

“What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna stay home.”

“Home?”

“Here. Don’t fucking start,” you snap.

“This is your childhood home, Sweetie.”

“Yeah, too bad you fucking tainted it.”

“You know, you did tell me love me last night,” I remind you, a small sick smile on my lips.

“Fuck you, I was drunk. I would’ve told you anything you wanted for you to bring me off,” you mutter before getting up and grabbing a glass so you can pour yourself a drink.

“Oh honey, you don’t mean that,” I can’t help but laugh as I light a cigarette. I’ll never get over how much you hate me and I don’t want to.

It only makes me love you more.

“Fuck, we have to get Tommy’s Christmas gifts!” you snap, stomping your foot, probably angry with the fact that we’ll have to put up with Christmas traffic and shitty weather.

Or just at the fact that you have to deal with Tommy at all.

“We don’t have to.”

“Robert, I know you don’t give a fuck about your child, who fucking worships you for whatever reason, but I do. He’s getting toys on Christmas,” you mutter.

“Get him a toy gun,” I laugh as you shoot me a glare.

“You’re not fucking funny. Get your shit together, we’re leaving in 20 minutes, and you’re the one paying for everything, since you’re the one with the fucking job.”

As you storm upstairs, I can’t help but think about how bitter you’ve been these last few months. Of course, I know it’s my fucking fault, but it’s more than that. This is the life you’ve dreamed of and you hate every aspect of it.

Even Tommy.

The boy you once adored and thought the world of, you now resent and can’t wait to put to sleep. It doesn’t help that the time you take to pretend you care for the boy, takes away from time that you can spend with me.

I can put the little shit up for adoption, but knowing Tommy and how emotional he is, he’d find his way back and want answers.

Not like he deserves them.

I can also hand him off to Samantha’s family, but that once again gives him the opportunity to come back and be a pain in my ass.

No, the easiest and nicest thing to do is get rid of him. Yeah, the kid deserves a better father, a better family, but if he’s dead he’ll be reunited with his cunt mother.

At least, that’s what he’s been brought up to believe. Poor kid never had a chance.

Besides, why should I have to share you with anyone? I do shit for everyone else all the fucking that could kill me or get me locked up. You’re the one good thing in my life and I don’t want to share you, so I’m going to.

Sure, you’ll be mad at me for it, but when aren’t you mad at me? The sex is better anyway. No matter how many times I try to break you, you bounce back and this won’t be any different.

At some point, you’ll probably even thank me for not letting you get to hate him as much as you hate me.

“Pronge, lets go!” you call as you make your way back down the steps. “And you better not be cheap about it either!”

“Comin’ Sweetheart.”

It’s sick how happy I feel finally being able to have you all to myself. There’s no heaven for guys like me, but in your arms and in-between those legs is the closest I’ll get, and I’ll be dammed if I let anyone get in the way of that.

Even my own fucking kid.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“I love my gifts, Mama!” Tommy exclaims as he runs over and wraps you in a giant hug. You want this moment to fill me with an extreme amount of love and happiness, but you just can’t wait for him to get off of me.

“And what do you say to your dad?” you ask, giving him the most genuine and loving smile I can muster.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Tommy beams, ready to run over to him, but Robert holds out his hand while a smile plays on his lips.

“If you wanna thank me, go out and play on you new bike.”

“Really? It’s Christmas and Mama Sam-”

“Things are different now,” he chuckles. “Take a few rides around the block and tell me what you think.”

“Thanks Daddy!” Tommy yells as he dresses up in his snow gear before taking his bike outside

“That was sweet, Bobby,” you smile once the door closes. “He’s so happy.”

“I just want you to myself. I knew if I got him that fucking bike, he’d leave us alone for a few hours.”

“So sweet, so romantic,” you scoff as you start to clean up the torn up wrapping paper.

“Stop, deal with all of that shit later,” Robert scoffs. “C’mere.”

“What do you want?” you groan, though a very small part of you is glad to be alone with him and getting Tommy the fuck away from you.

God, you hate him for turning me into this. For ruining you.

“Come sit on Daddy’s lap,” he smirks.

“What do you want?” you ask once I straddle him, already knowing what he wants.

“Did you like the gift I gave you?”

“An orgasm? Yeah, it was amazing.”

“Don’t be a bitch,” he warned “the fuckin’ necklace.”

“It was nice, thank you,” you smile before dipping down to kiss him.

He almost feels like home. Two more glasses of the egg nog he made and he will.

As you start to deepen the kiss, you scowl when you see Tommy’s gloves out of the corner of your eye. “Shit!”

“What?”

“Tommy forgot his fucking gloves and he needs them. It’s freezing and the last thing I need is for him to get sick.”

“Leave ‘em, he’ll be fine,” Robert shrugs before attempting to pull you close to him again.

“Your dick can wait a few minutes,” you laugh before attempting to get up again, only to have him pull you close again. Rougher.

“He ain’t gonna fuckin’ need ‘em, Sweetheart.”

“What do you mean he won’t...what the fuck did you do, Robert?!”

“Great, we’re back to fuckin’ Robert now,” he scowls as he lets go of you and reaches for his pack of cigarettes. “I was really hoping this would happen after we fucked,” he muttered as he lit one and took a drag from it.

“What the fuck did you do?” you repeat, a chill running down your spine.

“The one thing you truly wanted, but would never ask for.”

“Robert-”

“I got rid of Tommy. Well, I’m getting rid of Tommy. Kid still has a few more minutes before he gets hit,” Robert sighs as he checks his watch. “Figure I’d let him enjoy that bike for a bit. A nice going away gift,” he laughs before he takes another drag from his cigarette.

“Jesus Christ! What the fuck is wrong with you?!”

“Here we fuckin’ go,” he huffs, pushing himself out of the Laz-y chair and making his way into the kitchen.

“What the...he’s your son! How the fuck-”

“I never wanted him! God, I told that stupid cunt that I didn’t want kids, but she went and got pregnant anyway! The kid’s been a nuisance since he fuckin’ arrived,” he spat, pouring himself a drink.

“Robert-”

“Come the fuck on! YOU don’t even wanna fuckin’ deal with him! He’s too stupid to see it, but I can see it clear as day! You hate spending time with him, you hate how needy he is, you can’t stand it when he touches you-”

“I don’t want him dead, Robert! Call it off!”

“No,” he responds coolly, evil smile on his lips.

“Fucking call it off!” you roar at him.

“No, because it’s easier this way. I don’t have to deal with any fucking clean up this time, we don’t have to worry about him finding us and wanting answers, and I don’t have to deal with him crying over that cunt anymore. Jesus, the fucking crying with that boy,” he mutters before taking a sip of his scotch before taking a final drag from his cigarette and putting it out.

“Robert-”

“I’d planned to be deep inside of that fucking pussy by now, and our fucking neighbors will probably be here in the next hour, so,” he huffs before throwing you over his shoulder, “I think we should get started.”

“Put me down!” you scream, wiggling and fighting against him, trying to think of any way to save Tommy.

“No, I get that you need to pretend to be angry, but I’ve waited long enough,” he snaps, continuing the trip up the steps with ease.

“Pretend?! Robert-”

“I get it, Sweetheart,” he chuckles before throwing you down on the bed and quickly hovering over you. “You still have your good girl ways and you need to save him. You need to pretend that you care enough to save him, but we both know you fuckin’ don’t,” he smirks as he rips your skirt off.

“Stop it!” you yell, trying to push him off of you.

“Oh baby, you know I only love it more when you fight me, but then again, it has been a while since I’ve had to take what I want,” he chuckles darkly.

“Fuck you!”

“Think about it, baby,” he whispers hotly against your ear as his hand travels down into your panties.

“Stop it,” you moan softly, your will to fight quickly fading and you hate how easily your body comes undone for him at this point.

“You don’t have to wake up early to drive him to school anymore,” he groans as he starts rubbing your clit teasingly “you don’t have to pick him up, you don’t have to comfort him when he cries, you don’t have to help him with his fucking homework, and you don’t have to pretend you fucking care about him.”

“No,” you moan as you feel your release coming on.

“I know baby, I know you need to hate me and that’s okay,” he moans he slides two fingers into your desperate and soaked cunt. “Be my good little girl and pretend to be angry with me.”

“So what? I’m...fuck! I’m supposed to feel special even though one day...one day I’ll end up like Samantha and Tommy?” you whimper as you cum hard. “Why do you even want kids with me?!”

“Oh baby, don’t you see?” he asks as he forces those two fingers into your mouth, forcing you to taste how desperate and pathetic you’ve become for him. “Your parents, the neighbors, Samantha, my son, I did that all for you! As for our own kids,” he chuckles darkly “our kids will be nothing like Tommy. His mother was weak and he’s weak too, but you...you’re gonna be so much better for our kids,” he coos before removing his fingers from your mouth and ripping your shirt open. ��Fuck!” he growls, quickly going to undo and pull down his pants and boxers.

“You haven’t done any of this for me,” you whimper, desperate for him to fill you up, and ignoring the part of you that’s relieved that you’ll never have to deal with Tommy again. Of course you don’t want Tommy dead, and you hate the part of you that doesn’t feel completely terrible, but knowing you’d never have to deal with the spawn of two Satan’s again?

That has you feeling elated.

“I know you don’t believe me and I I’d be disappointed if you did,” he chuckles darkly before thrusting himself inside of you, and gaining a loud and pornographic moan from you “but it’s true.”

“Fuck,” you moan as he starts to pump into you rough and greedy. The way you love. “Please don’t stop!” you beg, starting to claw at his back as you wrap one of your legs around his waist, and your back arches a little.

“There’s my dirty little thing,” he laughs looking down at you as you’re desperate mess beneath him, loving how he always gives you what you want without even having to ask. “Got everything I wanted for Christmas,” he grunts as his thrusts become erratic as one of his hands starts to massage one of your breasts “because all I wanted for Christmas was you,” he shouts as he shoots his load into you, you following right behind, screaming his name. “All...all I’ll ever want,” he breathes after a moment “is you.”

“I fucking hate you. I hate you for turning me into this,” you sob as you come down from your high, disgusted with yourself.

No matter what, you’re always disgusted with yourself, but it’s never enough to get you to find any real fault with Robert.

“I love how much you hate me. I love you,” he breathes as he looks at his watch. “We’ve got another 30 minutes before someone comes to tell us about Tommy, so I think we should get in one more round before we have to start pretending again, don’t you?” he questions with a devilish glint in his eyes.

You look him deep in his eyes, looking for any sign of remorse, sadness, or shame, but you see none. Instead, you see elation, greed, relief and something...soft? You can’t quite put your finger on it, but it’s not the first time you’ve seen it.

It’s in this moment that you realize that he’ll never let you go and he’ll never let you leave him.

And at this point, maybe you don’t want him to.

When you don’t respond, his wicked grin that you’ve come to desire spreads across face as he starts to move within’ you again, and you can’t stop the moan that es escapes you. “Sweetheart,” he rasps with an intense gaze on you “there’s nothing better than this. You all to myself. Don’t have to share you with anyone else and don’t have to worry about anyone comin’ between us,” he grunts as he picks up his pace and you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and arms around his shoulders. “Merry Christmas indeed.”

                                                      The End

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