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Easy Money (Part 1)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Torture, Mind break.

Author's Note(s): This may or may not have been inspired by Melanie Martinez’s ‘Tag you’re it’. Didn’t proofread, Also I’m making this into a series.

He was a hired hit man; he doesn’t risk leaving behind witnesses. But what intrigued him to take the job was the hefty bounty on his latest target.

His employer hired him to get back at a former boss. Some socialite known for being a complete bitch. Especially towards her male employees. He could care less. He was a hired hit man who doesn’t take risks when it comes to leaving behind witnesses. But what intrigued him to take the job was the hefty bounty on her. For a former employee to spend 10k per hour? She really must’ve been one huge bitch. All for some petty revenge porn.

He’d been given a location with list of written demands. A nightclub. The setting had been during their busiest hours. It was the same club where his employer’s ex coworkers would come to hang. A photo of his target had been provided. He searches the area for a familiar face. Soon enough he spots his hit.

There she is. He thinks to himself.

He strides his way to the dace floor, making sure not to lose sight of her.

Originally posted by doesanyonewannagetout

He stalks her from the shadows, eyeing the woman’s form up and down. His eyes feasted on the vixen swaying her hips to the loud music.

Cute little thing with a round ass. Doesn’t look like too much of a hassle.

He sways his body through the crowd, still eyeing the unsuspecting woman. He approaches her ever so slowly. He rocks his arms to the tune, blending perfectly within the crowd of party-goers.

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

He prepares to strike, knocking down the woman’s purse effortlessly. As soon as her wallet falls out he kicks it to the side. He picks up a lost lipstick and hands it to the unsuspecting woman, while slipping her wallet into his back pocket. She gives him a genuine smile, thanking him before turning around. He dances away, swiftly turning around to retrieve an I.D. then tosses her wallet onto the floor below. His mission had been accomplished. He already found what he’d been looking for.

This will be easy money. 

For the next few weeks the hit man plans it out carefully. Finding her address hadn’t been an issue thanks to the card. He would take his ice cream truck out everyday, circling it around her neighborhood to avoid suspicion. He’d been studying her schedule in order to find a pattern. After a while, the man had finally come up with the perfect plan.

3 Days later

Today was the day. He knew you’d be leaving work by now, “‘Excuse me ma’am,” the Iceman calls. You look up to find the voice coming from an ice cream truck. A man inside waves your way. He was seemingly ordinary, middle aged, with long brown hair and a beard. You couldn’t quite tell what his eye color was due to his thickly-framed glasses. He didn’t seem too suspicious. You’d seen him a few times driving around and handing cones to the neighborhood kids. You have a firm belief that looks can be deceiving. If the children trusted him, then surely he meant no harm.

He ushers you to come closer, “Would you like a sample? It’ll help with this heatwave going on,” You hop off the bench and walk over to the truck, “You would really do that?” when the man nods you’re thankful, “That’s so kind of you sir!” He hands you a Popsicle treat. He lets you know that they’re popular with the kids. You didn’t mind, after all it was free.

Originally posted by monets

You take in the first nibble. It’s delicious. You couldn’t help but bite back a moan of satisfaction. Your eyes shut blissfully as you take in a mouthful of the sweet treat, “Mmm ‘show good…” it feels as though you’re on cloud nine. This was much needed after the hectic month spent working in your company. With work and balancing your daily life. There wasn’t enough time to just enjoy the little things. Your tongue continues to lap at the sugary sample. But after a minute you start to feel bubbly. No..you felt...almost…sleepy? Your vision starts to blur. Your eyes flutter shut as you wobble to sit. That’s when everything went blank.

He carries the broad into his truck. Her breathing is slow. He could hear the faint air flow through her slightly parted lips. He stares at her cleavage popping out of her bra with every breath taken. Her skirt rakes up her leggings to reveal a matching garter belt and lace panties. He smirks.

At least she’s a sight for sore eyes.

Originally posted by cvlwr

He drives off until they reach end of town, where a secluded warehouse awaits them. His workshop is already set from the previous weeks of planning. He carries her limp body through the worn-down threshold. This is the first time he’s been paid to fuck someone (in a while). Usually he’d kill his targets on the spot and call it a day. But his employer had paid a shit ton for a show, and that’s exactly what he’s going to receive.

He’s already sporting a half hard-on but knows the guy wants a lengthy video. He’ll have to have a little help if he’s going to be fucking her for the next few hours. Can’t risk getting soft, not good for business. He’s gotta give the viewer(s) what they want. He lets out a deep sigh before popping a stimulant pill, mixing it with beer for an extra kick. He reaches into his khakis to retrieve his length, giving his shaft a few pumps until it’s stiff enough to stand on it’s own,

Ahh fuck here we go…

He has you sweating, naked, blindfolded, and gagged. It’s been 9 hours since you were abducted. Your tired mind doesn’t know how long he’s kept you. How many times he’s splurged his seed deep inside you. How many times he’s forcibly made you come undone in different ways. In some ways you never knew were even possible. He wraps his strong, chiseled arms around your waist. His hips jerk up into your sensitive pussy, causing a muffled scream to escape your gagged lips. Drool slides down your chin and onto the dirtied mattress. His breath hitches as he ruts into you at a manic speed. His mind is racing.

Shit! This pill is too damn strong! Oh fuuuck! My dick is on fire! I need to cum— quickly. I can’t fucking stop her pussy feels like goddamn heaven.

He pistons deep into your cunt, hitting your cervix at a brutally fast pace. Your breasts bounce up and down from him fucking your insides up. You could hear the echoes of his thighs and balls slapping against your pelvis throughout the empty warehouse. Your cunt makes lewd squelching sounds from being fucked over and over.

His breath was hot against your head. His long hair was dripping with sweat. His tongue licks a stripe against the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine. You could feel the scruff of his beard against your cheek. He spits on his palm then slaps it on your clit. He grips your sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing the poor bud mercilessly. Your stomach begins to tighten again and you panic. 

“Mmhmph!!!”

You whine like a bitch in heat. You shake your head and begin to sob again. No one could hear your muffled cries for help. You were too sensitive for yet another orgasm to be forcibly pulled from you. Your free arm attempts to push his hand teasing your clit. He slaps it away and has you coming yet again.

Your eyes roll back, while your back arches painfully. Your mouth slacks open. You can’t tell if you’re shrieking from the pain or pleasure as you cream around his member for what feels like the hundreth time. His grunting becomes louder and louder with each hard thrust plummeting your sore walls. You’d never been fucked this hard before. In fact, you’d never been fucked, ever.

His employer wanted to see him break you apart. All for his own sick pleasure. He also paid him double to keep you alive. So that you could live with the trauma of what happened for the rest of your life. What he didn’t pay for were the extra 6 hours of hardcore fucking. He lets out a throaty moan as his hot seed spills into your abused pussy once again. He’d lost count of how many times he’s emptied his load inside. Your stomach protrudes from being so full of his thick cum. There’s just one last step he has yet to complete, the cherry on top of his sundae. He lets out chuckle. He’d always remind himself of the golden rule:

See, the thing about someone with a lot of pride is, you have to break their spirit completely. So they’ll finally give up fighting.

Your kidnapper yanks the blindfold off, then ungags you. He reveals your now puffy eyes, your lips were swollen with marks where the straps were, and your face has a flush spread through the rest of your body. He grips the back of your hair, causing you to yelp. He tugs at your locks until you’re forcibly staring directly into the camera. 

He gives you an order, “Now, what do you say?” Your voice was hoarse from hours of screaming but still, nonetheless, you were audible, “Th-Thank you…thank you f-for fucking me…” your eyes are now glassy. Your mind had finally been broken. He tosses you back on the mattress, letting you cry it out.

You can hear him lighting up a cigarette as he nears you. He reaches for a leg and pulls you to the end of the mattress. You not to open your eyes. He already threatened to slit you throat if you ever saw his face. He parts your thighs with gloved hands and sticks his head in between. His face is near your opening, examining the damage done. Admiring his work. He puffs out a cloud of smoke, “Shit…best pussy I’ve had in years. Might haf’ta carve it out ‘n wrap it for later..” he wiggles a brow. You shook your head vigorously, ”P-please..no..” you curl up into a ball and sob.

He just loves teasing you.

Originally posted by tomlhardy

He smothers you with chloroform. Muffling any cries. Darkness consumes you yet again.

When you awaken in a hospital room. The doctors informing you of a psychosis breakdown. You usher them for a DNA sample kit. Something to prove that you weren’t crazy. But by the time the results came in, there was nothing the police could do. You were told that there hadn’t been any DNA left behind. Those were the words told by the Sheriff. From underneath your nails, to the inside of your womb. Every part of you was ‘spiff clean’.

That’s when your world came crashing down. You gave up your position at the company due to the anxiety attacks. Allowing for your most trusted employees to monitor it’s actions. Not long after you were isolating yourself from friends and family. The trauma had you transferred into a psychiatric hospital for months, followed by another year of therapy. But the second year you start to pick yourself up on your own two feet again. Around the third year you decide to change your life for the better and began a startup business. 

You now owned a small thrift store on the edge of town. Your usual customers were mainly young teens or elderly folks. You would recognize each regular customer that would walk in. There had been this one customer in particular who would spy on you every now and then. You noticed his lingering stares before he’d leave the store abruptly. One day he decides to walks right up to you and actually start a conversation,

“Hey,” you look up, making eye contact with a pair of ocean blues. They reminded you of home. He scratches the back of his head, “I was wondering if we could maybe…go out on a date?”

For some reason he seemed so familiar. As if you knew him from somewhere else. You shyly look up into his baby blue eyes filled with confidence. You hesitate for a moment. Anxiety began to bubble up and you freeze. The man speaks up before you get a chance, “You know what, it’s alright if you don’t feel comfortable. I mean I’m a total stranger, and I well, I don’t want to seem like a creep. I understand if you’re not interested in a relationship at the moment. That’s fine. I’m sorry for bringing it up especially at your work—“

“Wait! I-I’m sorry if I seemed a bit off I’ve just never been asked out before—I’ve never even been in a relationship either. I should’ve said something earlier. Sorry if it seemed like I was ignoring your advances, it’s just that I don’t even know your name,” You look up at him. Your face is beat red but you muster up the courage to speak “…I’ve got a busy schedule…so I’ll close early tomorrow?” your brows furrow, awaiting for an answer.

He smiles, “Robert Pronge, It’s a date, and ah..dinner’s on me,” he winks, sending small flutters to your heart.

Originally posted by marvelrose

The next day went by fast. You close the store a bit earlier than you had planned. Giving time to reapply your makeup in the restroom mirror. He waits at the front door. A warm light emphasizes his features, making them appear softer. He hands you a small bouquet of fresh flowers, you blush while giddily accepting them. He offers his arm to hold. While you confidently take it.

Originally posted by sensualrelations

How can someone be so kind and gentlemanly? You don’t see much of those nowadays…

Inside the restaurant were vintage couple’s booths. As soon as the both of you finish your meals you begin small talk. The conversation grows deeper and more intimate. You finally stop beating around the bush and finally ask him a question you’ve been dying to know, “I’m sorry it’s just that—I can’t help but feel like I know you from somewhere..have we met before?”

His voice is deeper, “You really don’t remember me do you?” He couldn’t hold back his laugh.

Originally posted by drunkxabi

He flings his arm over your shoulder until it’s gripping the side of your waist. He tilts his head towards your ear, “Don’t you remember me baby? I’m the same guy who kidnapped you all those years ago…” he snickers. You shake your head in disbelief. He nods with pouted lips, “I couldn’t stop thinking about this sweet pussy of yours…” he sighs, reassuring you that he is in fact, the man who ruined your life. Your eyes begin to prickle with tears.

He moans in satisfaction, “Oh keep doing that baby…you look so pretty when you cry…” he lets out a huffed breath against your face. You try springing from the seat in an attempt to escape. But his arms have a firm grip around your body. Before you could scream bloody murder one of his hands covers your mouth, “Scream and I’ll kill everyone in here. Did you forget that I never back down from my word?”

When you begin to calm down, he lets go.

Tears slide down your cheeks, “Please…what else more could you want from me…?” You sob. Robert holds you close to him. He whispers in your ear as if he were a lover,

“Everything.”

Easy Money (Part 2)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Torture, Mind break, Loss of Virginity, Object insertion, Non-con filming.

Author's Note(s): This is one of the lewdest pieces I’ve ever written iml and I apologize my followers for seeing this side of me. It’s just over all Robert being an awful human being.

What exactly went on in the warehouse three years ago. Robert follows the instructions given to him perfectly. But in the end, it still came crashing down. He finds himself stuck and it's beginning to annoy him.

Robert sits in a movie theater. His eyes are glued to the screen. Where two adult actors are currently in the middle of a heated performance. He pumps his shaft to their rhythm. Suddenly someone decides to sit right next to him. A new client. Some greasy geezer. He made small talk of how he was laid off for fondling a fellow employee’s ass. Only to find out that it was actually his new boss. He hands him an envelope stuffed with cash and a photo of the woman. She would be his next target.

A young, pretty thing. Robert couldn’t blame the guy. From what he’d seen in the pictures provided she really did have a fine set on her. But boy, was this guy a huge pervert. His employer had sent him a list of sick demands. An array of porno magazines were provided to give an idea of what he specifically wanted, with everything provided for of course. Pronge is careful to count the bills. From just the amount paid Robert could tell the guy must’ve really hated her. 10k per hour was too good to be true.

Originally posted by euphoricdaydreaming

It was humorous really. These kinds of hits were always made by the quiet ones too scared to do it themselves. All because their fragile ego had been shattered. He couldn’t give less of a shit. At least his pockets would be full for the next few months. After memorizing his soon-to-be target’s route Robert had purchased a tasteless sedative from a dealer who worked with the Italian mob. He would pick her up not too far from the bus stop she’d wait at. Located nearby his ‘shop’.

Robert decides to use the abandoned warehouse not too far as the place he’d bring her to. Renovating it shouldn’t be a problem. Every few days he would stop by his new workplace, slowly setting up a studio. It took a while to secure the area. One of the things he hates the most is when his plans are sabotaged. No risks. No mistakes. That’s how he likes it.

Originally posted by beautiful-nature-gifs

He notices how the woman would always take the bus to and from work. Just before rush hour. It made things easier. Less people around. A perfect time to spring into action. He drove steadily her way until his van was perched at the curb in front of her stop. He looks up to find her waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. She was just waiting for him to grab her. To ruin her. Robert hollers for her attention, “Excuse me ma’am.”

The young woman looks up in curiosity. Almost in disbelief that he was actually talking to her. She tilts her head slightly then points to herself to make sure that it was her he was calling for. Robert smirks then nods, “Would you like to try a free sample? It’ll help with this heatwave going on,”

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

She hops off the bench and walks to the side of his truck, “You would really do that?” her reaction came off as surprised. Robert nods yet again. Her hands clasp together while her fingers intertwine, “That’s very kind of you sir!” she grins. She made it too easy, his little money maker. He asks the woman how her day had been. Not that it mattered to him. He retreats to the back of the truck and pulls out a Popsicle. It had been chilling all night in order to preserve the sedative mixed into it. It was pricey, but it also got the job done.

He made sure to wrap it up so that there would be no sign of tampering. He told her it was a new ‘signature flavor’ he was working on. Who knew she’d be so fucking gullible. He watches closely as her red stained lips part. Robert licks his lips when her tongue pokes out to swipe against the tip. He admires way her mouth wraps around the head. He was going to have fun breaking her in.

She lets out a moan, “Mmm ‘show good..” her eyes are closed in a blissful trance. It only takes her a matter of seconds before she begins to stumble. Her legs wobble momentarily before buckling. She lets out a long sigh, her muscles go lax as she drops the treat onto the ground. A long sigh escapes her lips. Her eyes roll back before suddenly fainting. Robert whistles when he steps outside his van. He drags her unconscious form to the back of his vehicle. He eyes the woman’s form one more time before closing the door and driving off.

Robert stops by his usual ally way pick up some stimulant pills from a local dealer. Said his name was Johnny. He’d sell them on the side of his gas station. Along with condoms and a case of beer. If Robert’s going to be fucking someone for hours, he might as well be prepared for it. But before he makes it out the door he hears the little runt calling for him, “Hey! Pronge! Any plans for tonight?”

Nosy little shit…

“Nah just uh..have a date.” he turns around. Johnny raises a brow at the small box before scanning it. He hums a tune, “You know..if you wanna go raw I’d be more than happy to sell you some morning after pills. He dangles the package in front of the older man, “I’ve had a few slip ups myself. Trust me after a long night those condoms are gonna give you a burn. In fact, I’ll sell them to you half off.”

At this point Pronge is beyond annoyed and slaps a wad of cash on the counter just to make him shut up. Johnny counts the cash and whistles, “Pleasure doing business with you sir..” he waves goodbye to the hit man. When the door chimes shut the snickers to himself. He popped a few holes in the condoms for his little scam trick. He buys the condoms, then sells them the pills for any slip-ups. Besides, business was business and he never liked the guy.

Pronge drives towards his workshop, where her fate would be sealed.

When they make it inside his victim is still in a state on unconsciousness. Sprawled on some old mattress he had found. On the side are an array of different toys. From vibrators, to dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and a spreader bar were given if she weren’t compliant. He clicks the camera on, “Alright…” his hands move away from it, making sure that the device is still recording, “Showtime,” zooming in his camera in to capture the sleeping woman.

Her lips are slightly parted. Robert reaches for her. A hand brushes away hair from her face, revealing the identity of his victim. He watches her chest rise and fall slowly from the angle she had been laid out in. He could get a close look at the woman’s cleavage pressing against her expensive negligae. His gloved hand reaches in to wrap around the her neck. He gives it a light squeeze. Nothing happens.

Robert traces his touch lower and lower. Until it reaches the top of her blouse. His knuckles brush against her bare skin. He yanks at the expensive blouse, popping it open in the process. Her pencil skirt is pulled off in the matter of seconds. He makes sure to use duct tape when binding her wrists together. He lifts her head up to wrap a blindfold around her eyes.

Now only a matching lace set was in his way. He parts her legs and bunches up the front of her panties. He pulls the front to the side. Robert lets out an audible gasp. Her pussy was practically waiting for him to ruin. Neatly groomed and everything. Now that was his bonus. He lets go of the fabric. Letting it snap back. One of her lips still visible to tease the audience. He pulls down her bra to reveal her breasts. Her nubs harden from the summer breeze.

Robert is careful not to rip her panties in the process. His employer had a fetish for keeping them after. He drags her underwear over his face in an attempt to hide his identity. When Robert parts her legs he lets out an audible gasp. There it was, all for him.

Robert’s hand drags from her lower belly down to her mound. Two fingers slide up and down her slitbefore reaching up to play with her bud. Her reaction was almost immediate. Goosebumps began to form on her skin. Her brows furrow in confusion from the unwanted pleasure. Then all of a sudden the woman jolts awake and screams. He doesn’t give her enough time to register what’s going on.

He wraps a hand around her throat, “Fight back and I’ll fucking kill you.” he voice is deep, dripping with demand. Her eyes widen after noticing her panties missing. She whimpers, “Who are you? W-what do you want from me..?” the woman is visibly shaking. He taunts her, “It’s time you pay your dues sweetheart.”

“Nononono please I didn’t do anything wrong–please don’t!” her voice begins to crack, “Please mister don’t do this. Don’t kill me…p-please—ow!!” he yanks a fist full of her hair. She hears the sound of something unzipping. Something warm and wet rubs against her cheek. It smudged her makeup in the process. It’s tip was sticky. In that moment she realized just what it was,

“Oh my god! Gross!!! get it off of me!! GET IT OFF!!!”

Robert’s fingers dig into her locks. She yelps from the pain, giving him access to shove his length into her parted mouth. She squeals in disgust. He’s taken aback. It was as if she’d never done this before. He hushes her muffles cries, “That’s it…choke on it. Good slut..” his voice is sultry and dripping with desire. He continues to barge in until he reaches the hilt of his length. His pubes brush against her nose. He thrusts himself in and out of her channel. Enjoying the velvety feeling of her wet mouth.

When Robert finally pries himself free he struggles to catch his breath. Looks like the back ally pills worked well. Too fucking well for him to handle. He groans, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue..” his hands comb back some fly away hairs. When she doesn’t comply he wraps a hand around her neck, “Or I could slit your goddamn throat and fuck the hole. Don’t test my patience.”

She sniffles before parting her lips once again. Robert lifts his member up. He rubs circles around his sack a few times to get him going. He settles it against her tongue that poked out. Enjoying the warm, wet sensation it had to offer, “Lick them,”

She starts off with a few kitten licks. Robert pulls her hair back again, “What the hell was that? You act like you’ve never sucked a dick before.”

“B-because I haven’t!” her voice cracks. He sighs, collecting his thoughts, “Lick them like a lollipop. Lap your tongue against it a few times.”

She pokes out her tongue again but this time flattens it against his testicles. His eyes roll back, “Oh fuck…just like that…” he palms his crotch, teasing the tip every now and then. Robert pumps his shaft while enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth against his sacks. He spills his load across her face. Robert chuckles at the sight of her covered in his spunk, “Shit…I think you just milked my balls dry…” He rasps. He lets her go for a while. She tries to wipe off the residue off with her shoulder blade. He chuckles at the failed attempt. She still had her pride intact. Well, not for long.

He shoves her to the ground easily with the back of his boot. She bounces on the mattress below. He’s set up the camera right behind him to avoid revealing his identity. He settles himself in between her legs and drags his pants halfway down. A little fan service for potential buyers. When he strokes his member above her folds her breath hitches. If he could barely fit in her mouth, who knows the damage it could do on her inhabited parts. 

He’s heard dozens before beg for their life. It was funny really, now matter who they were or where they came from. At the end of the day they’d offer the same things. Money, Information, Drugs. But not her, “Look, I-I’m sorry…If I’ve ever done anything to upset you I–” oh how adorable. You were actually apologizing after what he had done. Robert pushes his thick tip, causing the woman to squeal, “W-wait!! Wait!!!“ her pleas were silenced by his lips crashing against her mouth.

Robert’s beard brushes against her wet face. He shoves his tongue deep into her mouth. While dong so he hovers his member over her entrance. He thrusts his full length in one shove, slamming his pelvis deep into her core. Not giving time for her to adjust. His hands grip her hips. She wails into his mouth as he violates her womanhood.

You realize quickly that having sex with this man was like getting pummeled by a bulldozer. Not fun. Not sexy. It isn’t long until Pronge spills another heavy load inside. He backs away to show off the damage done on camera.

Two of his thick gloved fingers separate her folds. A streak of crimson and cum drip out of her opening. She was quite the sight. His little damsel in distress. Her face is flushed with embarrassment. Her skin now dulled by the adrenaline rush. Tears soak her blindfold along with drops of mascara streaking down her cheeks, Her ruby lipstick is smudges across her chin while her lower lip quivers in fear.

As soon as he hears her sniffling it shoots straight to his dick. Oh fuck…he didn’t know just how bad he has it. Robert made sure that he’d ruin her in any way possible. Besides, it was in the job description. “How does it feel hm?” he holds her chin and rubs his thumb against her bottom lip, “To be fucked by a grimy, good-for-nothing bastard. A prim and proper broad must feel pretty filthy being used like this,” he huffs.

“You disgust me…” She turns head to the side. He chuckles, “It’s fine if you don’t wanna face me.” Robert flips her over. He coils her hair in a makeshift ponytail. He sinks himself back in. His pelvis slaps hard against her ass. He groans out from the pleasurable feeling. He almost loses control right then and there from grip she had on him. He starts to pound her from behind. Every now and then he’d deliver a harsh slap or squeeze on her rear for the audience. Mainly because he just loved the way it bounced back. He roughly fucks her into the floor during the next three rounds.

His dick was on fire. Holy shit… he hisses from how sensitive his member became. These pills were strong–way too fucking strong for him to handle. Which was strange for someone his height and weight category. He should’ve absorbed them with no problems.

Robert has to take a break in between. He was sure his dick would fall of if he hadn’t. He holds a wand lazily to her clit. She chokes out a sob when another orgasm hits her. Her stomach flexes from how strong the rush was. A stream gushes out of her folds. His gloves are soaked. He presses it harder on her sensitive bud. Her wails echo throughout the abandoned building. Listening to her screams only urges him to shove his cock back in.

A few hours have passed. Robert has her on her back. Her pussy is faced towards the camera. He lazily ruts into her mouth. A finger traces the bulge in her throat where his cock dwells. He flicks it, causing her to gag. He’s still horny but all out of ideas. He tugs his mask to the side and takes a few swigs from his beer. That’s when an idea hits him. Robert pulls his length from her throat.

She’s a coughing mess. Her lips are swollen from sucking his manhood more times that she could remember. He pulls another beer bottle from the case. By now it had been room temperature. He pops off the cap with a pocket knife then holds the pad of his thumb against the rim.

He scoops her up with one arm. Her bottom half is too sore to kick him away. Robert manhandles her until she’s upside down. Each leg is hoisted over his broad shoulders. He takes a quick sip of his drink before flipping it over. He pushes the tip against her folds, letting it slide into her entrance. He chuckles when she begins to twist and turn in shock. Robert has a solid grip around her waist as he began pumping the bottle in and out vigorously. She wines in discomfort. Sweet liquid starts to drip from her cunt. Gliding from her folds, to her belly, down her breasts, all the way to her neck and face. Her hair is already sticky from all kinds of fluids.

His minx now reeked of sex. Of him. Robert licks his lips from the lewd display. He loves it, “My, my. What a messy little pussy you’ve got there.” he grazes his fingers against her drenched folds. He coasts his hand in the sticky wetness and smears it across her face. Her carefully applied lipstick was now streaks of crimson along her jaw. He tugs his bottle free from her opening with a lewd ‘pop’ sound. He lifts her panties over his mouth. His tongue dives into her slot. His palm presses against her lower belly. Liquid easily seeps out of her opening. He drinks it up, humming in delight when finished. He licks his lips. Eager about what he has in mind. 

It isn’t a minute later when he starts to fuck her again. Her legs are wrapped around his hips as he grinds into her. A hand reaches in between them to pinch and pull at her sensitive bud. She screams through the gag from the how sensitive her bundle of nerves became. Her head shakes vigorously. A muffled  “No!” escapes her lips as she’s forced into yet another unwanted orgasm. He doesn’t stop there. It was the sixth round that had his hostage sobbing.

Her legs were shaking, her back was arches, her eyes roll into her skull. She could feel him an empty his load yet again, shamelessly groaning into her ear “Oh fuck..” he breathes out harsh enough to blow the side of her damp hair. Every time he wasn’t fucking her cunt he would fuck himself to climax in another hole. He made sure to make her his dirty girl in every position he could think of.

Robert takes another break. He browses through erotica magazines for anything they haven’t tried by now. He can’t seem to focus with her sobbing interrupting his thought process. For someone with such a high ego, she sure cried a lot. But that’s what he liked about her. Hearing her scream through the gag for him to stop. It only encourages him to continue pumping himself through her abused holes. His eyes roll back at the feeling of her walls clenching him milking him dry.

“One more..just one more…” he urges. Her back was flush against his chest. His member slides in effortlessly for a final round. Her womb is filled to the brim with his seed. It swells from the overflow. He spits on the palm of his hand then slaps it against her bruised bud. She shrieks again for him. That’s all she can do. Her body violently shakes then gives out. She was spent. Too tired to fight back. He takes off her blindfold and gag before having her face the camera, “Now, what do you say?”

Th-Thank you…thank you f-for fucking me…” It’s hoarse but still audible. His work was almost done. Almost. He just needed a good smoke after all that. He turns around for a brief moment to turn off the camera.

He shoves a pill into your mouth. thumb gripping your chin as he commanded, ‘Open.” before spitting inside. He pinches your nose shut. Making sure you would swallow. He can’t risk having any bastards walking around. As soon as that’s done he’ll smother you with chloroform.

He retrieves a bottle of chloroform and dabs on a handkerchief. Robert faces his victim. She doesn’t run away. Doesn’t flinch when the sounds of his footsteps approach. Her mind is too broken to even take notice of her surroundings.

He had finally broken her. Robert puffs out a cloud of smoke and all she could do about it was cough. He holds the back of her head to still her shaking. He presses a firm hand to smother her breathing. It’s a few seconds until she’s out cold again. Now he just needed to clean up and collect the rest of his earnings.

He washes her from head to toe. Rinsing and scrubbing away any evidence. He separates her folds with his fingers first before prodding her with a metal speculum. Where it holds her insides in place. Now he just had to let gravity take over. Robert watches as his load drips out effortlessly. Robert swipes away any proof of him ever being there. As soon as he’s finished dressing her in newer clothes he couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him.

She looked as if she were in a deep sleep. He kisses her temple then pauses. He can’t explain why he just did that. Instead he decides to brush it off. It’s not like they’d ever see each other again. Robert drives them towards a location he hasn’t used yet. He makes sure to place her in an area where someone would find her, then drives off.

Originally posted by futuretage

You woke up on a hospital bed. A nurse is by your side. When he asks what happened all you could do was scream. You thrash around. Legs kicking wildly. That’s when they decide to call the police. When you told them what had happened they had you tested. You spent weeks cooped up in your apartment missing work, hoping that they’d find out who the culprit was. It’s the Sheriff who arrives at your place to give you the news. He has a hand placed on his chest as he told you the results. Your heart sinks. In his own words, “There wasn’t enough evidence.” the only form of proof were the bruises left behind. Whoever this guy is, is smart. Sick in the head, but smart.

Robert spent the next few weeks reminiscing in his own thoughts. It had been like this everyday. This itch that he just could never scratch away. He knew it was just a job. But he just couldn’t help it. Something about the sex had him wanting more. He visits Johnny’s block again for more pills. But the narc was no where in sight. Turns out old Johnny had been selling fake drugs and had gotten himself shot. At that moment Robert knew, he had it bad. Now he finds himself in a phone booth frantically punching numbers in.

He needed another taste. Just one more. That’s all he needed, right? A good shag would get rid of his itch. There was only thing on his mind the entire month after the night spent with her. When the man on the other line picks up Robert tries to keep his cool, “I’m available for more work, come and find me.” the message was sent, and now he waits.

Easy Money (Part 4)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Minor character death, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, PTSD flashback, Hostage Situation.

Author's Note(s): Finally, we’re getting back on track to where I ended the first part! My babies I know that it’s a short part, but I can assure you that this is only the beginning!!

Reader isn’t going down without a fight. That is until Robert finds something to hold above her head. She's given no choice but to comply.

“P-please mister…” the young woman pleads for mercy. Her fingers are crooked from each snap he had given earlier. Her hair is a bloodied mess, now matted to her scalp. Her swollen doe eyes have produced yet another trail of fresh tears. She had been through hours of torment and had finally given up, “P-please…let me go..I-I’ve already told you everything…” her bottom lip quivers.

Robert doesn’t take note of her even being there. No, it’ll take a while to register the information given to him. He just sits there. He doesn’t blink. Doesn’t look anywhere else but through his front window. Soon enough Robert is on his toes. He doesn’t waste any time holding her small throat under his palm. After a while the young women finally went limp.

Originally posted by littllemissmagic

This one had been faster than his usual targets. Then again it always depends on their build. She was around five feet. Cute height. But when the woman started to kick her legs is when he notices how thin they are. Not quite his type. He liked them with a fuller shape. It was a shame though. With a face like that she could’ve been a model. It took a while for him to realize who she actually was. Turns out she used to work at the underground brothel, located right next to the bar. 

Robert lifts himself from the body. He doesn’t even try freezing this one. It’s unlike him to be so… careless. He hadn’t bothered wearing gloves either. His work isn’t this sloppy, and the only sloppiness he prefers is in the bedroom.

What had you done to him?

Robert stops by his usual convenience store to grab new tools for tonight’s mission. He keeps his gaze low when entering.

Originally posted by ternura-adictiva

His baseball cap and glasses help him avoid any unwanted eye contact. As soon as he’d finished collecting his needs Robert heads for the register. He’s met with an elderly woman on the other side. She scans his items with jittery hands. His jaw ticks. This was going to take a while. She notices the set of particular tools, “Do you do home renovations?”

“I’m saving up for a house actually.”

“Oh? All by yourself?”

He shakes his head, “Nah it’s for the Mrs.” a white lie. She softly gasps, “Oh bless your heart dear…” she holds a small hand to her chest. A blessing? He couldn’t help but laugh. Like he needed that. Robert managed to make it so far. He can’t wait for his little date tonight.

After the diner, Robert manages to lure you from the restaurant. He has your arm in an iron grip. At first glance it was as if you clung onto him. But the look on your face told a different story. You’re his hostage, currently in the middle of being kidnapped by a serial killer.

Your fight or flight mode kicks in when he drags you into a nearby ally way. This time around you weren’t tied down and put on display. Since then, you gained a will to fight. You scream at the top of your lungs, twisting around to land a few punches against his chest. To your surprise he hasn’t moved. Not even the slightest. It was as if he were made of solid concrete. Either that or this wasn’t his first struggle.

Now Robert considers himself a patient man. But right now, you were being a complete cunt. He swiftly faces you and snarls, “Stop.” only to be slapped across the face. That’s it. He has you back flush against his front. A chiseled arm grips around your neck, making it harder and harder to breathe by the minute. Your nails dig deep into his pale skin.

Robert hisses slightly, but overall isn’t fased from your futile attempt. Sooner than later your vision blurs. Your lungs ache for air. This was it. You thought to yourself. He would finally finish the job. Your arms finally drop, embracing the darkness. Once again, the iceman had you in his hold, carrying you off to God knows where.

Throughout the entire car ride had been filled with flashbacks from that night. You could practically feel Robert’s breathing right at your ear as your body began to warm up. Although you couldn’t see anything from that night, the rest of your senses had remembered it in vivid details. Every single detail of what had happened. Your visions came in sparks. His taunting echoed in your head,

“Miss I’m too good for any man, but your pussy works just like a street whore—oh fuck!” he groans. Your back was to his broad chest. His hips buck up, aiming right against your core each time. When he shoves you back down his fingers graze your creamed in folds. He coats a digit with your arousal before flipping you face down against the mattress.

It was a tingling sensation. A familiar throb returns to your loins. It was pleasurable, as much as it was painful.

He spits against your tight ring before pressing his thumb against it. Robert pushes the digit in. You cry out from yet another opening being violated. His fingers grip your rear while his thumb sinks in and out of your tight hole. He starts to thrust in faster until the friction of his spit against your muscles creates a loud, squelching sound. You groan from the uncomfortable intrusion.

His hands would roam anywhere they could reach. He was everywhere, and there was nothing you could do about it.

Robert’s going to have to need more lubrication if he’ll want to make it easy. But he doesn’t want to. Instead, both of his hands clutch onto each of your cheeks as he separates them. He collects saliva in his mouth before spitting at your opening. He adds two more fingers in. Your whines turn into sobs as the monster had his way with you. After a while of stretching, he removes his digits with a ‘pop’. You let out a shaky sigh, it was over for now.

That’s when you felt something. Was it another plug? No. It was warmer, thicker, and trying to push itself in. As soon as you realize he’d been preparing for another round your heart sinks. You twist and turn, not wanting to feel the once again, “No! No please I don’t want it please!” you sob. When the waterworks started it shot straight to his dick. He loves getting you all riled up.

Robert’s strong arms trap you underneath him. You were especially loud when he shoves his entire length in. If you screamed that loud from just that, who knows how long you’ll last in the next few rounds. He chuckles, “Oh baby, we’re just getting started.” he slams his hips forward, hard. Admiring the way you’d shrivel underneath him.

He just loves teasing you.

You jolt from the nightmare. Realizing now that history might repeat itself. You could feel the vibrations of the van driving. Counting carefully how many times it would turn, for how long the drive was, and how many times it had stopped. From the friction of the tires with the ground below you could tell he wasn’t driving on smooth road anymore.

He makes one last turn before stopping completely. You’ve made it to your final destination. Robert opens the side of his van from outside. Immediately you lay still in a sleep-like facade. He holds an ankle in each of his hands. He pulls them until you’re halfway out the door. Your skirt rakes up your hips. Now wasn’t the right time to adjust it.

Why had he stopped moving?

Robert’s gaze is fixed on the cotton covering your mound. His eyes squint in admiration from the way it tucked slightly into your crevice. He tugs again until your lower half starts to fall out of the vehicle. But something saved your fall. It had rested in between your legs. When his hands pull up the sides of your hips you realize what position he held you in.

His hard on is pressed firmly against your mound. Only thin layers of fabric shield you from any intrusion. Robert’s hand strokes smoothly against the side of your hip, giving it a slight squeeze. He refrains himself, “No…not now.” he grumbles. You knew what that meant. Whatever Robert had planned you knew it wouldn’t be good. At least in your case.

You knew there were only two options: Fight or flight. Since you’ve already chosen fight and the outcome wasn’t in your favor the next option would be to make a run for it. But now wasn’t a good time. Not with your hands bound and sight absent. Your only focus now was to make it back home in one piece. You would wait until his guard was down to escape. He carries you through the threshold of his slaughterhouse. Not too far from where he’d parked the van. You’d hoped that the keys were still inside. Robert lays you out on a mattress. That’s when your breath finally hitches in panic.

“Oh good, you’re awake.”

You hear his steps approaching, the jig is up. He reaches in to grab a hold of your hair then yanks it. If your hands weren’t tied back you would’ve given him a good clawing. Robert removes the blindfold, “There we go,” you wince for a second before your vision adjusts to the lighting. This was the place. Everyone called you crazy when you told them the story of how a mysterious man had kidnapped you. No one believed you. But after three long years the evidence was right in front of you. It was him.

Robert pulls you up by the rope binding your arms together, “Don’t even think about running. I’ll break your legs before you’ve even make the first fuckin step.” he snarls. He unties the rope then proceeds to his van, “I brought you someone, to keep you company.” He slides open the side door of the vehicle. He turns around, smiling triumphantly after revealing who else was in the car. It was good to give a scare every now and then. It keeps people in their place. Where he wants them. Your blood runs cold at the sight. You turn to him, now on your knees and beg, “Please…please no…oh god–please don’t..”

Originally posted by chrisevansdorito

You turn to Robert with glossy eyes. Rambling for mercy. That bastard already took everything from you. But it still wasn’t enough. A small hand taps your shoulder, “Mama?” you turn around and face your boy. For how long had Robert known? How the hell did he get past the babysitter? That means he knew where you lived. He knew much more than he would tell. That alone made him all the more dangerous.

Robert reaches for the child but before he could lay even a single hand on him you slap it away. You’re quick to pull your boy in a tight hug, “Don’t you dare touch him!” you wrap his tiny arms around your neck. He pokes his head over your shoulder to look at the man behind you. Robert flashes him a grin and winks. Your son rubs your back in circles like how you would do for him for comfort, “It’s okay mama, the Ice cream man helped me! He promised me he’d find you.”

The Ice cream man? You stare at him in confusion then in sheer horror. Now realizing what he had meant.

It all made sense now. How it all started.

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

No one believed you when you told the police you had been abducted, in broad daylight of all things. Instead, your so-called ‘caring’ family and friends suggested seeking help from a specialist. You had spent months in a psyche-ward where you’d tell them the same story. How you were having a regular day then all of a sudden everything went dark.

Each time they’d ask if you were on a psychedelic, if you’ve had a history of drug addiction, or if there was a family history of mental disorders. Since the entire investigation was a lost cause. There was nothing that could’ve been proven. Every session ended with a new prescription written without a second thought. You had an entire pharmacy in your bathroom’s cupboard alone. You didn’t need pills! What you wanted was justice for what happened to you. What this monster did to you.

“That’s right, son.” Robert added an emphasis on ‘son’. His shadow hovers over the two of you, “You are incredible. My little partner in crime.” he taunts.

Originally posted by evansensations

He comes closer and you back away slowly with an arm guarding your boy. Robert cocks his head to the side. He grabs an arm and yanks you up effortlessly, “Your mom and I need some alone time. Beat it squirt.” he winks at the child.

Your son only looks up between both of his parents. Being the good boy that he is of course he would follow an adult’s orders. Such a polite child you raised him to be. He really is, too kind for his own sake. He sits himself in the same seat that Robert had placed him on earlier while waiting patiently for you.

Robert closes the side door of the van shut. He curls his finger in a ‘come hither’ motion. You’re almost hesitant to approach him. But do so anyways in fear of what he would do to your boy if you didn’t. He chuckles, “Look at you being so obedient for me.” It was time for him and you to catch up on a few things, “The kid told me his name’s Andy.” He gives a small nod and pouts his lips, “Not bad. But I like the sound of ‘Junior’ more.” he doesn’t bother smothering it in your face, “But I guess it’s too late to change that now. Oh, and we need to do something about his last name.”

No that wasn’t alarming at all. You cut to the chase, “Please…just..what do you want from us?”

“What? I’m not allowed to see my own kid? Don’t be so cruel honey.” he leans in, “That’s my job.” he winks before turning back to the car. Robert opens the door for Andy. He tilts his head towards him, “Hey kiddo why don’t we play a game?” he jerks his gaze back to you. He makes sure to look you’re paying close attention. His icy blues stare back at your now round orbs. Just what did he have in mind? He pulls out a blindfold, “If your mom listens to me carefully and follows the rules, then I’ll show you guys a surprise.”

Andy claps his hands together, “A surprise?!” he can’t hold his excitement. His short legs spring up and down with glee. You don’t dare keep your eyes off of him. Not even for a second until Robert blinds you with the fabric.

Once again you find yourself blindfolded and led around his abandoned warehouse. You almost drip on your way up a flight of stairs. Wherever you were it was roomy. He leads you through his elaborate warehouse. He has you take a flight of stairs up. Robert keeps a hand around your waist the entire time. That made it all the more uncomfortable.

Finally the two of you stop walking. From what you could hear it sounded like Robert was pulling out some keys. He unlocks a door then shoves you in. Before you could even stand he’s there, holding the back of your neck, “Stay…” you follow his orders. On your knees in front of him, “Good girl.” he strokes the side of your head.

Right now you have no choice but to bite back your pride. You couldn’t take any risks. Not now. Not with your boy in danger. Robert leaves the room. Shutting the door behind him. All you wanted to do now was make sure your son was safe. He was the only good thing to happen to you. Andy was a good kid. Too precious for a world like this.

As soon you hear the door shut close you reach for the cloth blocking your sight. It was still the same pitch darkness all around. You were unable to even see your hands hod. Your legs are wobbly from being blinded by the lack of light.

Moments later the door opens again. It was Robert, holding Andy in an arm while the other flicks the light switch. Robert leans down for his son to hop off. His short legs rush towards his mother. He throws himself into your arms. You inspect his small frame for any bruises. Not even a scratch had been laid on his little head. Would such a sick man be capable of doing such harm to his own child? It was a question you didn’t want to answer.

You curse yourself for not leaving town when you had the chance. Your breathing hitches from thinking about what this man would have planned.

You remember your time spent at the hospital. Your “beloved” family members decided it would be best to enroll you in. With or without your consent. After spending months in the ward with nothing to back up your story the truth finally prevailed. You had finally found your evidence. It only took a small amount that had been growing this entire time.

After a few fainting spells the nurses had you examined. In that moment of truth your heart sunk. From then on you would spend hours looking out your room window while clutching your swelling belly. Unknowing of what fate had in store.

Was it all just a cruel joke on you?

First the loss of your parents, then your friends, followed by your job, and now your body. With the inheritance your parents had given you there was no need to work. Not in your condition. Right now you were still very much broken, and so very afraid. For your own wellbeing and for the new life arriving. You would spend most of your free time staring out a window. Awaiting for your due date.

As soon as a nurse had placed Andy in your arms you fell instantly in love. He was wrapped up like a present. He looked helpless. Innocent. He needed someone as much as you did. You made a vow that day, to protect him at all costs. If it meant sacrificing yourself, then so be it.

Even if you couldn’t take it anymore.

Tears trickle down your cheeks. Your hands swipe them away. Andy notices you’re in distress immediately, “You okay mama?” hearing his gentle voice snaps you back into reality. You blink twice before answering, “Yes baby.” you raise your arms and reach for your son, knowing that sweet Andy is always eager for a hug. He chimes in, “You’re gonna be okay mama.”

“Oh baby…” you brush the back of his soft hair, “I hope so…”

Easy Money (Part 5)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Minor character death, Kidnapping, Mentions of past non con, PTSD flashback, Hostage Situation.

Author's Note(s): In all honesty this was very much rushed through. I’d like to apologize to everyone in the history of ever.

His warm embrace became your second home. Every day he would train you until you’d memorize his schedule by heart.

Robert parks his truck in the warehouse garage. Today he had earned a bonus while on the job. His employer hired him for a cyanide poisoning. His original targets were originally workers of a rival gang. But somehow his package had been sent to their boss. All thanks to an outdated ventilation system, they were trapped in a small enclosed room. Like sitting ducks they waited for death. His employer was thrilled to find out their one and only competitor had been wiped out. Robert was given a generous bonus for a job well done.

He had extra money to spend on himself. Some extra energy to waste on a particular someone. His manhood begins to strain in his pants. He palms it to the thought of his favorite toy.

You could hear faint whistling from the next room. He would be here by now. When the front door unlocks you’re unsure whether or not you should feel relieved or even more scared. All of a sudden a metal door swings open to what had been your prison for the past few weeks. It was Robert, back from a long day of work, “Honey, I’m home!” he hollers while jingling his keys back into his pocket.

You’re on the other side of the door, spread eagle on an old medical recliner. There are marks on your wrists and ankles from the rope digging into your skin. Streaks of dried up tears spread across your cheeks. All you could do was mutter in rambles. A faint, buzzing noise came from the wand set on your mound. It’s batteries were just about to give out.

This was your punishment for attempting to escape earlier. That and your time with Andy had been cut short. Now you weren’t even allowed in the same room together unless accompanied by Robert. He didn’t want you poisoning his son with your lies. There was nothing to fear of, as long as you stayed in your place. Simple instructions and yet here you were, in a situation you’ve created.

You’re practically sobbing when he turns the wand off. Robert rubs soothing stokes against your abused sex, picking up any slickness left from your previous rounds. He sighs soothingly at the sight of your naked form. Drenched from head-to-toe in a sheen of sweat.

When Robert shoves a finger in you don’t fight it. You’ve learned your lesson a long time ago. Fighting him never ended well. Your opening swallows his digit effortlessly. He adds in another slowly working you up. They curl up to brush against your sweet spot. He dares to try for a third appendage, “My, my, what a greedy little hole you have.” your body created enough self lubrication after what he’s already put you through.

Robert hums, “It’s so easy to fuck you like this…” he states, “Maybe I could fit my whole fist in. Wanna find out?” he raises a brow in excitement. You shook your head frantically. He chuckles. But you didn’t think his joke was very funny. He pulls his digits out to rub the wet-coated finger pads against your slit before flipping his hand over. His palm now flush against your bud while his fingers roughly swipe on your inner walls. He touch hard enough to stimulate, but slow enough to not finish you off. 

Robert considers himself a patient man. That is until he saw the desperate look in your eyes. How they grew in panic. He cuts the bindings off. A strong arm pulls you out of your seat. Your weakened body drops to the floor. You fall forward, clinging onto his sturdy legs. You knew what he wanted. Your hands can’t help but tremble while trying to work his fly open. His palm caresses the side of your cheek, “Brings back old memories,” he sighs fondly before sliding his member past your lips.

You gag as soon as you feel his combat boot prying your legs apart. You try closing them but the spreader had made it difficult to do so. There, pulsing in a deep shade of red was your poor, worn out pearl. Robert whistles, “Oh wow. Now that looks painful.” he slides his foot right underneath your dripping slit. He raises his shoe to brush against your mound. He lightly rubs the leather from side to side, indicating what your task would be, “Make yourself come.” he orders.

While bucking your head up and down his girth you rut against his boot. Your wetness made the friction of it all more bearable. You give it to him just how he likes it and soon enough he finishes off deep in the back of your throat. He leaves briefly only to return soon with a bowl of water, washcloth, and a pile of clothes. He places them in front of you.

Robert points a finger in your face then to the bowl, “Clean yourself up.“ he waits until you’re finished to chain your ankles together. A single loose chain connected your legs to avoid any chance of escape. You could only make it so far with short steps. He lets you spend time with Andy. Inside of the warehouse had changed drastically. Each day Robert would bring an item from your apartment to use while in captivity.

But it wasn’t for nothing. There were rules to be followed. Your only order was comply. Following them made life all the more easier. You were rewarded a different freedom with each task done. Robert would listen to every phone call you would make for your work to avoid suspicion from your absence. He’d leave some of his “friends” to run the shop while you weren’t there. That only gave him more control over your life. Robert called the shots around here. He was in charge of what you wore, what you would eat, and what time you’d sleep.

Meanwhile Andy was happy enough bonding with his father. He loved ice cream just as much as he loved spending time with his pop. Robert would return from work with Andy clinging to his side. Your son would go on about his day, “And then we went to the movies and then we went to the park and then we…” he pauses for a moment to catch his breath.

He seemed tired. Did Robert feed him? Anything other than ice cream? Of course not. Someone like him wouldn’t know a damn thing about raising children. You roll your eyes at the thought of him ever managing to fit the suburban dad lifestyle. Just the thought of it seemed absurd.

Robert would make sure to bring in meals regularly. It would always be the same old takeout. While eating dinner Robert drops the big news, “We should start packing.”

“…Why?” you kept your gaze low. Robert glares at you before stabbing a plastic fork into his meal, “Because I’m not raising my kid in a shithole-”

“Please.” you look at him in the eyes, “Could you please watch your language in front of him?”

He raises a brow, the corner of his lips curls up, “Yes ma’am.” he taunts.

When dinner was finished, he hadn’t bothered escorting you to your room. He knew you wouldn’t be foolish enough to endanger your son. While living here with him you spent your time filling out documents entrusting your business would be taken care of under the name Pronge. Robert chose specific people to work in the shop. Like he did with everything else. You slept alone on a pile of blankets, praying for a better tomorrow.

In the morning Robert had packed his van with enough essentials for the move. You sat beside him during the car ride. But he wasn’t a fool. Your wrists were chained together. While rope held your close to your seat. You made sure to pay close attention to Andy in the rear-view mirror. You and him had been playing a game of ‘I spy’ until the car finally stopped.

Robert made sure to play ‘house’ as much as possible while living in the warehouse. You were to take the alias of a dutiful wife and caring mother. He would have the role of the providing father. Little Andy hadn’t known about the game his parents had been playing. He was truly convinced that you both had unconditional love for each other.

Robert parks the van in front of a semi-large home. It was similar to the ones on the magazines he’d provide for you. After a few days you’d realize that he had been bringing over the same items for the magazines to the warehouse. Designer bags, earrings, furniture. At first it seemed strange enough that someone like him would bother. But after everything that’s happened you’ve learned quick to never question anything.

Despite the abandoned building being a bit run down, this place would’ve made a decent home. It was almost nice having a sense of normalcy. You wonder where he would take you to this time. Andy kicks his legs up and down with glee, “You’re gonna like this one mama. Me ‘n daddy picked it out for you!” he claps his hands and giggles in excitement. You sigh in relief. At least you knew now he hadn’t been planning on turning your boy into a mini version of himself.

Robert had been saving up for some time. He made sure to choose a quiet neighborhood. There were plenty of other families to blend in with. As ordinary as it could be. He unbuckles his belt then retrieves a gun from his glove department. Robert holds your chin until you’re face-to-face with him. A finger is in your face. His voice is deep and demanding, “Do not, under any circumstance, cause a scene.” he snarls. You look down and nod. He lets go of your chin to cut the bindings.

When you take the first step out of the van everything had felt surreal. The entire place gave off a cheerful aura. You noticed a woman around the same age as you, waving from next door. When you smile her way, she proceeds to start a conversation out of the blue. The conversation had been short but informative. As much as you enjoyed the company of another adult, you couldn’t help but feel as though Robert wouldn’t approve. All of a sudden, she stops mid conversation, “Oh sweetheart…that’s your husband?” her brows raise as soon as she spots Robert. He steps out of his run-down ice cream truck with a cigarette still in his hand.

Blood rushes to your cheeks. Your face heats up in embarrassment when he drops the bud on the ground and mushes it into the lawn. His hair is in a mess. There are stains on his shirt from god knows where. You look back to find the woman with her mouth agape, she leans in to whisper, “Blink twice if you need someone to save you.” her voice was stern.

You almost hesitate for a moment unsure if she were serious or not. She sharply jabs your side, “I’m kidding by the way! Let us know if you need any help!” she winks before returning to her home. You cringe from what she might’ve thought from that encounter.

You were dolled up from head-to-toe meanwhile Robert decided that wearing the same shirt for an entire week was good enough. If having a slob for a spouse was considered “normal” then you didn’t want any part in it. To think that this was a dream for some. You don’t bother meeting Robert’s gaze. Instead you lift Andy into you arms while bouncing him on your hip.

Your carry your son towards the house. Robert spots the two of you sitting on the front porch. He then eyes the other woman walking back to her home. He notices your discomfort instantly. What had she said to make you so upset? Were you planning something?

Originally posted by evansensations

“What did she say?”

“Nothing.” you roll your eyes, “Are you scared?” you push his buttons to see what his response would be. He leans in close and places a palm against Andy’s back, rubbing small circles against his tiny form, Robert looks you in the eyes, "Are you?" He really had the nerve to involve your son. Robert is caught off guard by you swatting his hand away.

There must’ve been something the other woman must’ve said to make you act up.  Surely his training hadn’t been left in vain. Robert could spot in the corner of his sight a certain nosy neighbor peeping through blinds. He pretends to not notice and stares at the wind chimes instead. Robert opens the front door, expecting you to play along. You walk in first, giving him a glare before heading inside.

Robert closes the trunk of his car before following. You slam the door in his face. Now you were in for it. He makes his way in. From what he’s noticed so far your training had been in vain. He expects you be waiting for him each time he’d arrive. But not even a shadow had been cast.

Robert walks around your new home only to notice there wasn’t a sound. Not a peep. He wouldn’t like it if you tried running off again. Perhaps this time breaking your legs would send a message. He opens each door until he’s reaches the master bedroom. He swings the door open. There you are, curled up on the bed, with your hands in your face sobbing hysterically.

What in the hell was it this time? He hadn’t a clue, and he was starting to get annoyed. This emotional dilemma had to stop. He yanks at your arm with an iron grip, dragging you to your knees. Your head shoots up. He stares down at you with a scowl on his face, “I think you need a reminder of where your place is…” his voice is a deep grumble. Tears begin to welt again. This time from fear. You had really done it now.

Robert let’s go of your arm, leaving an angry bruise behind, “By the time I get back there better be food on that table. I don’t keep you here so you could sit on your ass all day.” he growls. Robert had a chain hook waiting for you in the kitchen. He had one screwed to the floor in each room of the house. As soon as he latches your ankles to the ceramic tiles. He doesn’t care to leave you alone. He had already given you an order, and expects you to carry them out.

He knows within few days before your tantrum would die out, his calculations are never wrong. He pats Andy’s head before leaving for another mission. All the doors of the house are locked from the outside. No way of escaping. Robert’s hands begin to itch while driving. He smokes to get the jitters to stop. Nothing worked. If there was any use that Robert put his pent up anger into, it had to be work. He considers himself a man who takes great care into what he does for a living, and boy is he damn good at it too.

Originally posted by horrorseason

It was late at night, Robert still hadn’t returned. Was this another test? You lift yourself from the cool tile of the kitchen floor. Andy had offered you his blanket but you kindly refused. Poor little angel wanted to keep you company. He wouldn’t take ‘no’ for an answer. But he was willing to negotiate sleeping on the couch instead. He insisted. You swear that kid would make a damn good lawyer someday. You watch over him as he dozed off. Sleepless nights were a new norm. Your attention had quickly been seized by the door unlocking.

Robert steps inside. He’s covered from head to toe in blood. His face is caked in it. He kicks off his muddied boots before walking over to Andy sleeping. You tug on the chains. Ignoring the pain of the metal digging into your ankles. Robert crouches down to the sleeping child’s level. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, dangling a knife for you to see.

You fall to your knees in a prayer and beg him to stop. He holds the blade in front of his lips and shushes. You quickly silence yourself, dropping your hands to the floor. Robert twirls the knife in his hand before facing Andy. In a swift motion he jabs the knife down. He made you look as he killed your baby. Blood from his small body drips down the couch. A stream of crimson travels down the wooden flooring.

Originally posted by leonseff

The bottom of your dress soaks up in Andy’s blood. You lift your hands up to cover your mouth. Only to realize now the crimson liquid is now smeared across your face.

You scream and scream. Until Robert shakes you awake. He holds the sides of your arms tightly, “Snap out of it!” he orders. You weren’t in the kitchen. Robert must have carried you back to the bedroom after he’d returned. You voice hitches, “W-where is he?”

“Kid’s asleep. Even after all that.” he groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. You turn to him and whisper, “Can I see him? Please?” you’ve never sounded more vulnerable. He lets out a long sigh before turning on the lamp. He retrieves a pair of boxers from the ground. Robert unhooks the leather binding and switches it with a chain. He leads you to Andy’s room. You held your breath as you twist the door knob open.

A small creak of from the hallway lights shine in. It shines on a familiar face. Andy doesn’t flinch from the gleam. He must’ve been fast asleep by now. You approach his sleeping figure. Careful not to make any noise from the chain dragging behind. You reach for his plump cheek and touch it. He’s warm. When you notice he’s still breathing you let out a sigh of relief. You place a gentle kiss on his temple before following Robert back to bed.

As you laid on your side you couldn’t help but think about your situation. It was hard to sleep under the amount of stress you were in. You felt an arm creep to your side. Robert was in the mood for a midnight snack. He lifts your silk slip on halfway up. He pushes a thick leg in between yours, letting one of yours rest on his thigh. Robert stokes his tip along your folds. He collects what little wetness was there to prep him. He pushes his entire length in without warning. You wince from the intrusion. His thrusts rock your bodies back and forth.

All you could do was stare blankly at the wall ahead, waiting for him to finish off. A few agonizing minutes later his fingers dig into your hips as he pounds his way to climax. He spurts your rear with his arousal. Robert wipes himself off on your skirt. He lies on his back consumed in pure bliss. You pull the strap of your now ruined dress up. Robert’s ragged breaths turn into soft snores. You were very much still awake, wishing now that you never woke up.

Nightmares are a common thing. After all, you live in one.

Easy Money (Part 6)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-con, Kidnapping, Hostage Situation, Domestic abuse.

Author's Note(s): I hate using the word "daddy" with all my heart. So, what better way to express my hatred than to write about it?!

Robert is thriving in a state of blissful marriage. You on the other hand, not so much.

You would wake up, make him breakfast, pack lunch, all while he watched some rented porn. During the climax scenes Robert would pat his lap, signaling for you to get on your knees as he enjoys the rest of his show. After finishing off he usually leaves for ‘work’. He’d only ever let you wear a sundress or an array of slip-on garments. All for easy access. Some of them were slightly used. You never questioned where there came from. Not after noticing bits of blood sprinkled on them. You’d rather not think about it for very long. It made it all the more bearable to wear.

A white-picket fence life was never your thing. Yet here you were, living in the fucked-up version of it.

As Robert began sliding his work shoes on, you wait for him to leave. Only then could you get comfortable. You dare not to look up. In case he catches your gaze. Eye contact always led to him staying longer. You turn around and begin sweeping the living room floor. You stop as soon as you realize he hadn’t moved. Were you forgetting something? You look up. Although his expression hadn’t shown his anger his arms were crossed, “Don’t I get my kiss?” he tilts his head to the side.

Scared of what he might do next, you lean in to kiss his stubble cheek. Before you could retreat from the peck, he quickly turns his head to the side and traps you and a firm kiss. His hands grab at your rear. His long fingers start pulling up your skirt. His digits prod against your opening from behind. You squirm from his unwanted embrace. But seeing you struggle only encourages him to continue. 

You were repulsed from the taste of him. He reeked of cigarettes and musky cologne. Being in his presence alone had irked you, the sooner he’d leave the sooner you’d be left in peace.

Daily chores were all you could do. Your work had been handled by Robert through the phone, he was the sole provider in the house now that you weren’t working. He had stolen the only documents of your company and locked them in his ‘office’.

So, the only option ever given to you was the role of the housewife. Andy would help you with what he could. He was the perfect companion and a very patient child. He’s always eager to please and enjoys doing the dishes with you. A part of you hoped that once he got older, he would accomplish great things. All he’s ever wants to do is help people.

You were vacuuming the bedroom when you hear a crumpling sound. Turning off the machine you take a look at what had been caught. It’s a small book. A journal he kept hiding in plain sight. Part of you hoped it had evidence of his heinous crimes. Each page had a written date, almost like a… journal? No, there were titles for each section of the book.

Training.

Obedience.

Care.

Punishments.

Was this some sort of training book? He made a book dedicated to molding a wife. But why?

The first entry was written around the same time Robert kidnapped you and Andy. After living an entire year with this monster, the contents of what this book had made you downright terrified. He narrates it from his own point of view. How to capture and lure one’s ‘bait’. You couldn’t believe it.

Then it hit you. This wasn’t for Robert’s own enjoyment. It was supposed to be some sort of training manual. Something that he wanted to pass onto your son. He was making sure Andy would one day use this book on some poor woman. A chill ran down your spine. You’ll be damned if he ever taught your son to be a monster. There will never be a cycle for as long as you’re still breathing.

“Mama.” Andy’s voice chirps. He holds a small plastic shovel in his hands. Today you promised him to play outside. You held him close, clutching onto him until he whined from the pressure. You let go of him carefully. As if he were made of glass. You cupped his chubby cheeks, “As soon as he gets home, okay?” never bothering to call Robert ‘dad’ let alone ‘daddy’. Only when he was physically around. There would be hell to pay if you didn’t address him properly.

You and Andy had been out in the sun all day. You held him by his underarms as he leapt over a sprinkler. Of course, you wouldn’t be alone. The ankle monitor you wore had been a courtesy from one of Robert’s clients. He kept his shed door cracked open. Which meant from time-to-time Andy’s attention would go to his father you would try your best to distract him. But after a while he finally spoke up, “How come daddy doesn’t wanna come out?” he points to the shed.

Originally posted by foreverfreo

Robert’s back is faced towards you. Cooped up in his own world. For some reason your angel wanted to be a part of it. Over your dead body, “He’s really busy baby. It’s not good to go in while he’s busy.” you rub his small back. You notice his complexion is redder than before. Sighing at a possible sunburn, the daily struggle of having a child with an Irish father. You went inside to retrieve more sunscreen.

For some reason your Andy was too stubborn to take a hint. Because as soon as you step back out with sunscreen on a tray and drinks Andy decides that he wants to spend time with dad, right in his serial-killer lair. You almost drop the platter on a table as you made a run for the shed. You’ve dreaded for this day to come. How were you going to explain to him that his ‘hero’ killed for people for a living?

You slam the door open, causing Robert tilt his head around. Andy is sat on his lap. Robert isn’t annoyed at all by the soaking-wet child making himself comfortable. You briefly scan the place for anything dangerous or out of the ordinary, then look back at him in confusion. It really was just a normal shed. Having nothing wrong with it is exactly what made it so odd. You approach him warily. He always knew when you were watching. That’s how his little mind games usually start.

His eyes are hooded as he licks his lips. You know realize why. Your summer dress had been drenched from the activity from earlier. The fabric clung to your curves. Your wet hair stuck to your neck. He scoops Andy up in one arm. His gaze doesn’t falter even the slightest. Robert was like a hungry wolf. A beast that was holding your little lamb hostage. You cross your arms to hide what little decency you had. He gives a crooked grin, “Hey sport, why don’t you let me and mom chat for a bit, hm?” he places him on the ground before shooing him off.

Andy nods, “Okay daddy.” he stands on his toes to give his father a quick hug before leaving. Your poor boy had no idea what went on when his parents were ‘chatting’. You wait until your son makes it past the door, closing it behind him. You pay attention to the noise outside for a moment. Soon the sounds of his small steps are quiet. You let out a relieved sigh then turn around.

You’re face-to-face with him. He glances at your chest “Drop ‘em.” his voice is stern. Slowly, you pull your arms away. Revealing your now see-through dress, nipples already hardening from the friction. Your shoulders sink in an attempt to hide the peaks.

A large hand of his reaches to pat your temple, brushing back the hair from your face. It glides to the back of your neck where goosebumps develop. Robert darts his tongue out to swipe at his pout, “Is my kitten cold?” he always had a playful way with his words. You nod. His hand on the back of your neck pulls you into a kiss. His tongue poke against your bottom lip, motioning for access. You part your mouth open. He wastes no time delving in.

Every part of it was an act of possessiveness. Both of his hands now cup the round of your backside to rake up your skirt. With a yank the wet fabric was off of your damp skin. Robert had bunched it up your waist. He lifts you off the ground and you automatically wrap your legs around him. The kissing doesn’t break until you reach his desk. He plops you down. His head tilts to the side of yours where he starts to nip at the exposed skin.

His mouth drags from your jaw to your neck, to in between your breasts, until he bends down to your skirt. He lifts the damp fabric. You instantly part your legs for him. He hums in approval before giving a long, wet kiss against your folds. His lips wrap around your crease as his nose brushed against your bundle of nerves. He knows you love that.

It was different this time around. You could actually see him in action. You never took notice to how his long his lashes were. How prominent his features are underneath all that facial hair. How some freckles were developing from staying outside too long. Your mind went to putty when he got started. You hiss when he licks a long, hard stripe against your bud. You can’t help but lift your hips up for a better angle. His open mouth welcomes it. He pokes his tongue in and out of your opening. Practically moaning into your mound.

Your dripping folds with a mixture of his spit creates lewd squelching sounds each time his tongue muscle would plunge itself in and out. Your eyes grow wide from the sight. Your legs begin to quake. A tap to his shoulder lets him know that you were almost there. He yanks his pants down while standing back up. He practically lunges towards you.

Robert pulls your hips against the end of the desk. He prods against your slick opening before entering in one hard thrust, causing the entire desk to shake. Your nails dig into the fabric of his white tank. The bastard didn’t wait for you to adjust. That must’ve been the reason why he went downtown prior.

He pulls out before shoving his entire length in again. His strength alone sends you back against the desk. He crouches against your frame. You wrap your arms around his waist. Your hands slide under his shirt. Your nails dig into his pale skin in retaliation. Leaving angry red scratches. He hisses from the sensation, letting out a deep, guttural groan. He loves a kitten with claws.

He drags his length out until only his tip remained inside then slams it back in again. Just to hear you howl. Never once leaving you empty. He pulls your hand against his mouth before sucking on your digits, signaling you to touch yourself. You now wet pads reach for the hood of your clit. Massaging it in small, frantic circles.

Robert grunts, “Does it feel good baby?” he waits for a reply. You nod at him frantically. Robert isn’t satisfied. He slaps away your wrist away from your bud, “I said does it feel good?!” his voice is deeper, more demanding. Robert stops thrusting all together, waiting for an answer.

Your thoughts were cloudy as you frantically search for the right words, “Y-yes..” you whine from a cock-drunken haze. He slaps against your bundle of nerves, “Who makes you feel this way? Hm?!” his hand strikes your sensitive hood again, denying you the pleasure of finishing off. You gave in, as always, “You do! P-please!”

“Please what baby?” he wanted to hear the title he’d given himself. Hear you call him that special word. A name you absolutely hated to call him.

“P-please daddy make me feel good!”

Like music to his ears.

“Now, what do you say?”

“T-thank you,”

“For what?” his hand wraps around your throat. You’re a mumbling mess. His entire body weight is flush against yours as he pistons his hips. At this point, the pressure might as well break the legs off the table.

“Thank you for fucking me how I like it…aAh!” you grunt from the sensitivity. Tears trickle down your cheeks.

Robert’s thrusting is harder than ever. Skin slapping against each other could be heard only the slightest from outside. Your walls pump his seed out. His forehead is pressed against yours. You don’t bother getting up. Still winded from the aftermath. The bottom of your dress is still hiked over your waist. Your now filled cunt hangs off the end of his desk. Your breasts glisten with sweat.

All over your chest were small bruises left behind. You pry yourself up with an elbow. You reach down to cover yourself. Robert chimes in, “Wait. Don’t move.” he fumbles around, looking for something. He turns to you with a Polaroid camera in his hands. He holds it to his eye, leaning in to get a good angle, “Smile.”

You’re not amused. He could care less if you did it or not. Actually, having you pout would be cuter. He snaps a photo, and the flash goes off. He gives the fresh photo a shake. He raises a brow and whistles, “My, my, what a slutty little wife I have…” Robert pockets the photo as he lifts you from the table. Your legs are a bit shaken after wearing them out. Like a newborn fawn trying to take it’s first steps. It was hard walking while your thighs are clenched together. Harder than it looks.

You grip his arm tight. He enjoys the sight of you squirming because of him. A swell of pride strains his pants. He’s right behind you. Stalking close by. He presses his arousal against your backside. His hands are at your hips to hold you in place. He grinds his erection hard enough for you to feel it. His voice is a whisper, “Here. Let me.” he reaches for your skirt. A knee parts your legs while his palm presses in between. On hand holds your folds open with his fingers while to other is cupped underneath, catching the spunk dripping out. You grunt as more escapes for Robert to collect.

He holds it to your face for you to see. You can only think of one thing: Shame.

That’s when you hear the door knock, “Mama?” Andy politely calls. You were grateful to teach him that at an early age. After a while of not hearing anything, he opens the door. You shove yourself from Robert’s grip. Almost falling to the floor in the process. You slide up the straps of your dress before the door completely opens. A curious little Andy misses his mommy and daddy.

You usher Andy to go out, promising him you’ll be out in a minute. You turn around to glare daggers at Robert, “Could you please not do that? Or at least hold back while Andy is around.” you scoff before leaving. Robert clicks his tongue.

Little did you know it was Robert who invited him in.

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❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Series:

Easy Money - Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/708439020662882304/deceitfuldevouts-easy-money-masterlist?source=share

'Easy Money' Masterlist:

Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Easy Money: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183176153923584/easy-money-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - Breaking and Entering: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183378711511040/easy-money-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Money Maker: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295047580270592/easy-money-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - A Reunion: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295259765850112/easy-money-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Your Worst Nightmare: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379812461281280/easy-money-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - A Barbed-Wired Picket fence: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379816368226304/easy-money-part-6?source=share

i’ll never get over this fic! its so sick and twisted but so fucking hot at the same time😩😩😩

The Darker Side Of You

Mr. Freezy ~ One Shot

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I’d been contemplating this for a while, but when I read @jtargaryen18‘s one shot, Final Girl, I just felt like I had to (her writing is so amazing and so is she!). Thank you so much @jtargaryen18, for giving me feedback and being the first reader!! I’m letting y'all know now, this shit is dark and ONLY 18+. If you’re not into dark fics, please do not read this. For those of you who do, I hope you all enjoy!

Word Count: 9,283

Warnings: SMUT, non-con, dub-con, talks of murder, talks of dismembered body parts, blood play/kink, swearing, abuse, drinking, oral sex (female receiving) (talk of male receiving), murder planning, manipulation, read at your own risk and responsibly.

Summary: Robert Pronge has had his eyes on you for a long time. What happens when he can’t hold back anymore?

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

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You had no idea that he was watching you. How would you? He was so good at lurking in the shadows and playing coy. He was so good at faking. When  your parents passed away in a car wreck, you learned that they had left you their house. Seeing as you were fresh out of college at the time, you were more than happy to move into the fully paid off house. The first person to offer his condolences?

Robert Pronge.

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