#mr freezy otp

[littlelioncub43]

He Sees You When You’re Sleeping (And He Knows When You’re Awake)

Summary: Your next door neighbor, Robert, doesn’t celebrate Christmas, but there was one thing that was on his wishlist—you. 

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Female! Reader, neighbor AU!

Warnings: 18+ ONLY(minors DNI, please, I mean it), breaking and entering, non con themes but nothing non con happens, mentions of murder, stalking, Robert being a peeping Tom, smut, unprotected sex, rough sex, pussy spanking, d/s dynamic, degradation, bondage, knife kink, Daddy kink, obsessive behavior, possessive sex, creampie, masturbation (m), claiming kink, filth. Just. filth. This has dark themes. You are in control of your media consumption. I love you.

Word Count: 5k and some change.

A/N: This is my submission for Happy Hoe-lidays Writing Challenge! I absolutely love Mr. Freezy. Much more than I should. But, writing this was so much fun! I have so many more Freezy fics planned out for the coming year, so I hope you stick around to read them when I eventually write them. Thank you all so much for reading and reblogging! I love hearing back from you guys! 

Dividers made by the lovely @firefly-graphics

The Christmas lights that hung around the neighborhood twinkled with a sort of artificial jolliness that made Robert scowl. It didn’t take much to make him sneer, but that addition of Christmas lights, snowmen, reindeer, and other bullshit lawn decorations were the cherry on top of the shit-show of the season. Parking his truck in the garage, he tossed his large duffle bag to his work table with a sigh. There were far too many knots in his back, bruises littered his sides from the fight that the mark put up, he was hungry and he was 90% sure that there was nothing to eat in his fridge. It was another shitty Christmas Eve. With another annoyed sigh, he stomps through his house to the shower; he needed to get the dried blood out from under his nails or he was going to go bat shit crazy.

The hot shower definitely helped some of his aches, his muscles no longer whining with fatigue. He was halfway relaxed when the doorbell rang. The chirpy ding-dong of the bell brought a wave of rage over him. Dressing in a pair of comfortable jeans and a random t shirt, he barreled for the door. “I swear to fucking God, if it’s Chuck, I’m gonna kill the fat bastard,” he snarled to himself.

Whipping the door open, with his long hair still damp and his lips poised to tell Chuck to fuck off and leave him alone, he recoiled in surprise. You stood on his porch with a small smile, the smile died when you saw the rage on his face, concern took over your beautiful features.

“I’m sorry, I must’ve come at a bad time,” you said smoothly, your voice was always so calm, “I saw you come in and thought you might be hungry.” In your hands you held a medium size container. Even through the lid, Robert could smell the enticing aroma of the hot meal. “It’s that chicken you liked so much.”

Robert’s face softened the moment he saw you, he couldn’t help it, especially when you bring him food. You offered him the container, which he takes with a smirk. His eyes raking over your figure as he leans against the door frame. “Thank you, Princess, just what I needed.”

The bashful smile you give him ignites a deep sense of pride within him, he always felt that way around you; he wanted to devour you completely, to consume every part of you until you were a part of him and he a part of you. You look up at his hulking frame through your lashes, loving how he looks at you, his eyes smoldering with an enchanting darkness. You always thought he had such interesting eyes; powerful pools of blue with insidious sparks that stayed hidden behind his glasses. You thought he was beautiful. Martha says he scares her shitless, but you didn’t care, as long as she stayed clear of Robert. Everyone in the neighborhood knew that he was your Bobby, just like they knew that you were his Princess.

“It’s no problem,” you assure him, “I’ll get going, don’t wanna bother you anymore than I already have,” before Robert could stop you, you were turning to head back to your house next-door. Before you descended the steps of his porch, you turned back to him with a flirty smile, “Merry Christmas, Bobby.”

He gives you a wink, feeling his jeans tighten at the sultry tone you use, the smirk staying on his face as he watches you enter you home. He shuts the door and makes for the kitchen, his half hard cock can wait, his empty stomach, on the other hand, cannot. Dinner was delicious as always, he had a weakness for your cooking. The only thing he misses about that cunt of an ex-wife of his was the home cooking. You’d given him enough to have leftovers for tomorrow, always so considerate. He checked the clock as he drank the rest of his beer. It was almost time.

Walking through the house, he slowly shut off the lights one by one. Each room dimmed perfectly to make you think he was asleep. Once he reached his bedroom, he quietly settled into the armchair in front of his window. He had the perfect view of your room from here, the houses were close enough that he didn’t need binoculars to see you, and you apparently hated the concept of curtains, leaving the view into your bedroom unobstructed.

Robert couldn’t help but lick his lips as he waited in the dark for you to start getting ready for bed. He knew your routine by heart at this point: you showered, put on lotion, combed your hair, put on clothes, then went to bed. Sometimes, if he was lucky enough, you’d give him a little show. You’d pull out that little toy from the bottom drawer of your nightstand and show him how cute you look when you cum.

When your bathroom door opens, Robert practically groans with excitement, the newest pair of panties he swiped from your hamper held tightly in his fist. He unzips his fly as you move around the room, dressed only in a fluffy towel, his dick already throbbing with need. Robert wraps the silky panties around his base, sighing when the cool fabric rested against his heated skin. You begin to apply your lotion, the last time he was in your room he couldn’t help but smell the bottle, and the cocoa butter scent quickly became one of his favorites. Your hands glide over your smooth skin slowly, Robert’s hand around his cock matches your pace, until you drop the towel to the floor. It was going to be a merry Christmas, indeed.

Humming to yourself, you shut off the shower and wrapped yourself in your favorite towel. Swinging the bathroom door open, you check the time and smile to yourself; he should be watching you right about now. You’d noticed him a little over 7 months ago; those adorable glasses of his caught the reflection of the nearby streetlight. Ever since then, you both had a routine: you’d eat your dinner around 9, do a last minute sweep through of the house, watch the lights in Bobby’s house shut off one by one at 9:15, take a shower, and by 9:30 he was sat in his room to watch you get ready for bed by 10.

Of course, now knowing that you had an audience, you couldn’t resist the opportunity to tease him. Standing to put your lotion on, sometimes wearing your expensive silk robe while you dance around your room (swaying your hips a little more than usual)—but today. Oh, today, you pulled out the big guns. It was Christmas after all.

You let the towel fall from around your middle, revealing your body in all its naked glory. You had to stifle a pleased smirk at the thought of what Bobby might be thinking of your little gift. Sighing, you continue with your routine, massaging your lotion into your skin with a little more sensuality than normal. A devious smirk takes over your features as you pretend to drop your comb. Turing your back to the window, you bend at the waist, giving Bobby a perfect view of your glistening pussy. You stay bent for a moment before popping back up and finishing your routine. Before you know it, you were dressed in your silkiest pajama set and switching out the light.

“Goodnight, Bobby,” you talk to his window, “hope you enjoyed the show.”

You crawl into bed, and drift off into a comfortable sleep.

Robert’s hand moved in quick, short motions over his shaft, beads of precum dribbling from his aching tip, his balls heavy with need. As you methodically apply your lotion, Robert can’t help but growl, his hand tightens around his cock in his frustration. He feels the high he so desperately wants teasing him at the base of his spine, his thick legs twitching as he thrusts into his hand. The delicious softness of the panties offer him some relief, but his mind wanders to how soft your skin must be, and how much softer that little slice of heaven between your thighs must be. He sees the comb drop and immediately speeds his hand up.

“Oh fuck! Pick it up, pick it up, pick it up, c’mon bend over for me, Princess, bend over for Daddy,” he mumbles to himself, his gaze locked on the silky skin of your back, willing you to bend over.

“Fucking hell!” He curses loudly when you do give him what he wants, your folds shine in the soft lamp light, your thighs look plush, and, God, your ass—he would murder the whole block just to bite it. The glorious view only last a few seconds, far too short if Robert was being honest.  You get dressed rather quickly, much to his dismay. When you go to turn the light out, he can see your lips moving, your eyes on his window. A deep growl rumbled in his chest. You knew.

He didn’t like that.

He tucked himself back into his jeans, his fingers petting the gusset of your underwear absentmindedly as he glared at your now dark window. You knew he was watching. How long had you known? You obviously didn’t mind him watching or else you would have called the police. You’d been letting him watch you undress for weeks or months, and you never made a move— and that’s what pisses him off so much. How long could he have been fucking you? How long could he have been making you cum on his cock rather than that pathetic toy you have? How long have you been denying him what he deserves?

Another snarl, he stands up and stomps off to the garage, your panties tucked into his back pocket like they always are. His duffle bag was already packed, he had everything he needed right there waiting for him. Leaning against his work bench, he lit a cigarette to calm him down. If he was gonna do this, he didn’t want to be sloppy about it. He looked at the clock, it was 10:27.

“11 o’clock,” he muttered to himself with a nod. He was gonna wait until 11. You’d be asleep, you wouldn’t wake up, you were a rather heavy sleeper and he found that out the hard way.

Another cigarette and a glass of water later, Robert was slipping on his boots. He didn’t bother putting on a jacket, it was a short walk from his house to yours. He hummed a Christmas song he heard on the radio as he double checked his duffle, making sure that everything he needed was there. With a satisfied smile, he zipped the bag and slung it over his shoulder. It was time.

Your lock was no match for him, it never was. A handful of turns with his lock picking kit and he was in— you really should install a better deadbolt. He shut the door silently behind him, locking it, too, for good measure. The house was dark and silent, the subtle whirring of the overhead fan and a gentle hum of your heater was all that stirred in the house. He tip toed his way to the stairs, he knew which floorboards and stairs creaked by heart, and with expert steps, avoided each one perfectly.

Your bedroom door was left open, like always. He saw the outline of your sleeping form underneath your duvet cover, your back towards him as you dreamt. Robert felt his heart pound in his chest, the adrenalin kept his senses sharp, any small noise or movement you made had him stopping in his tracks and holding his breath. You rolled on to your back with a sleepy sigh, your face serene and calm in the glowing lights from outside. You were absolutely beautiful, Robert was sure that he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life. He wasn’t sure how long he stood there staring at you, but the small noise you made was enough to break him out of his trance. He wasn’t here to just look at you. Setting the duffle bag on the floor next to your bed, he opened it quietly and got to work.

You sighed as consciousness began to creep back into you. You moved to rub your eyes but your hands didn’t budge. With a confused look, you tried again, tugging harder on the seemingly invisible force that held your arms down. Something cold and sharp pressed against the curve of your throat to keep you from fighting. You shivered when you noticed the cold air that enveloped you. Your duvet pushed to the foot of your bed without a thought, then you felt something moving on top of you. As your eyes adjusted to the darkness around you, you saw the outline of a figure looming over you. You would have been frightened if you hadn’t recognized his long hair. You smiled sleepily up at him.

“Hi, Bobby,” you rasped, and blinked your eyes a few more times to see him clearly. There he was, straddled on top of you, his face set in a cold yet lustful expression. Your greeting caught him off guard, his eyes widening in shock when you smiled at him and relaxed further into your bed. He was ready for you to scream, to kick, to beg for mercy and swear that you wouldn’t tell a soul about this; he wasn’t ready for this. When he swallowed thickly but said nothing, you chuckled lowly, stretching a little underneath him, “whatcha doin’?”

Your devious little smirk brought back his voice, you were teasing him again.

“Had to pay you a little visit for that stunt you pulled earlier,” he trailed the knife along the column of your throat, taking note of how you shivered when it touched your heated skin, “just couldn’t stay away any longer.”

“Mmm, I was wondering how long it’d take before you did,” you chuckled again, the anger from earlier bubbling up again in Robert’s chest.

“How long?” His voice was hard. You knew what he meant.

“Since May.”

A low growl rumbled in his throat. He didn’t like that at all.

“Seven months? You’ve been keeping me from your sweet little cunt for seven months?” He spat, the bulge at the front of his jeans rut into your stomach as he leans over you, one hand braced by your head. When you said nothing and instead looked up at him through your lashes, it was his turn to chuckle lowly under his breath. “Oh, Princess, I’m gonna have to punish you for that.”

“O-Ok,” you nodded, your panties were soaked the moment you felt him on top of you. Robert groaned under his breath at your compliance, you were already being such a good girl. You twisted against the ropes holding your hands above your head. “Bobby, untie me, wanna touch you,” you asked softly. You could see him thinking it over, “Please? I’ve been extra good this year.”

“Oh, have you, Princess?” He asks skeptically, his knife trailing down the front of the cream silk tank top, he loved how you shivered with excitement when he teased the hem of your top with the blade. His hips moving gently rocking into you to make you feel how hard he is. You hum with a nod, biting your lip as he moulds his body to yours. “You think that teasing me like that makes you a good girl?”

The harsh edge to his voice has another wave of slick staining your panties and a small moan slipping past your lips. You see his pleased smirk clearly in the dark. You lick your bottom lip and regain your senses. “No, it doesn’t… but haven’t I been so good for you this year? Made you dinner, helped you with your laundry, kept those pesky neighbors of ours away from you,” you leaned up a little, your eyes on his pulls him down closer to you, your noses barely touching, “haven’t let anyone touch me all year, saved myself all for you—doesn’t that make me a good girl, Bobby?”

He snarls and smashes his lips to yours, the kiss is all tongue and teeth, he overpowers you easily. You mewl into his mouth, kissing him back as best you can as he devours you, the little noises you make go straight to his cock. Your lungs burn from the lack of oxygen but you absolutely love it, his saliva mixes with yours as his tongue explores your mouth in greedy swipes. When he pulls back to gasp for air, you can’t help but whine and chase his lips, but the blade of the knife forces you to stay down.

“You’re gonna take your punishment like the good girl you are, then maybe I’ll let you go,” he bites out, his eyes crazed with power. He loved the way you nodded and took what he gave you, he knew you were different from other women already. They hated when he got too rough or slapped them around a bit in bed, but you—oh, he knows you can take it. If not, then… oh, well. He gives you a twisted smile, the sharp blade of his knife suddenly ripping down the front of your tank top. You gasp as he cuts the top to shreds, pushing the offensive fabric out of the way of your bare chest. You wish you could say that your nipples were hard because of the cold, but you couldn’t help yourself; not when the man you’ve been lusting for for over a year was literally tearing your clothes off.

The moment your chest is exposed to him, Robert wastes no time wrapping his mouth around as much of your breast as he could. The knife clatters to the floor as he tosses it behind him with a groan, his hand now free to pinch the other side. You keen for him, and your moans are everything he’s ever dreamed about; his tongue is just as unforgiving on your chest as it was in your mouth, it moves in rough, passionate swipes around your nipple. His hand pinches your bud, massaging the supple flesh eagerly. Your body writhes underneath him as you moan, your head tips back on to the pillows as he switches between your tits, his saliva coating his chin and the heated skin of your chest. “Oh, my God, Bobby, yes!”

He smirks proudly, his ego inflating with each praise you sing for him. A rough calloused hand dips down to the apex of your thighs to pet the damp spot on your shorts. When his digits feel the wetness there, he can’t help but moan happily. You were drenched.

“Aw, Princess, you’re soaked,” he taunted, “such a needy fucking cunt, just beggin’ for me to play with her, ain’t she?” He chuckled darkly when you nodded and thrust into his hand. His eyes stayed glued to yours, his gaze darkening with lust, his pupils blown wide. “How many months, Princess?”

“Seven…” You whisper, your chest heaving with excitement.

“Seven,” he confirmed and pulled your shorts and panties down in one harsh movement, the cool air hitting your core made you shiver once more. He placed his jean clad thigh between yours, his hand pushing your thigh out to expose you to him, he squeezes the flesh there, silently telling you to keep it open for him. Once he was in position, he gripped your jaw to make you meet his eyes again. “Seven.”

Suddenly, his hand came cracking down on your exposed pussy. You wailed at the shocks of pain that shot through you, they quickly fizzled into pleasure as he pet your folds to calm the sting briefly before he slapped your pussy again with a growl. The sting was excruciating but exquisite at the same time, you were a mess beneath him, babbling his name and curses as he spanked you seven times. Robert’s palm was coated in a layer of your juices, your puffy little folds were red from his slaps, a pool of your arousal was gathering beneath you on the bed. He couldn’t stand to wait anymore.

“Such a good girl, took it like I knew you would, knew you’d fucking love it, God, you’re such a dirty little slut,” he mumbled quickly as he tore his shirt over his head, his eyes locked on your form; hands above your head, leaving you helpless and vulnerable, your face blissed out, your legs spread and waiting for him— he wanted to remember this moment forever.

“Bobbyyyy,” you whined for him, writhing and pulling at the ropes again, your bottom lip jutting out. He smirked and undid his belt and fly as quickly as he possibly could with fumbling hands.

“I said maybe, Princess, never said I’d untie you,” he says gruffly and pushes his pants and boxers off to the floor.

You catch a glimpse of his cock in all its uncut glory. He’s a monster; thick and long. There was no way that you wouldn’t feel him for days after, even if he was gentle with you. But knowing Bobby, he wasn’t going to be gentle. It had you drooling with need, you like your lips without a second thought. His dark laugh pulls your eyes back to his face as he wraps a large hand around his base to stroke himself. “I’ll fuck that sweet mouth of yours after, been dreaming of fucking your little pussy until you’re crying and begging me to stop…”

“Mmm but you won’t stop, will you, Bobby?” You grin seductively up at him, his cock flexing at your words.

“Not a fucking chance,” he growls and speeds his hand up. He settles between your legs, your thighs spread so wide that the stretch almost hurts. You welcome it, you want it to hurt, you want to remember everything he gave you.

He rubs his length through your soft folds, coating himself in your slick. Your head lifts from the pillows to watch him rub against you, you mewl when his tip catches at your entrance. A strong hand roughly grabs your jaw again, forcing you too look up into his icy blue eyes, his stare cold, and for a moment you want to giggle. This is why they call him Mr. Freezy.

“Fucking look at me, I want to see your face when I split you open,” he grits through his teeth. You nod, licking your lips before he snaps his hips forwards. You let out a shriek, your eyes rolling back in your head, as you arch your back to cling to him. God, you’d kill to have your hands untied.

Robert waits a moment, moaning with you and relishing the feeling of your hot snatch welcoming him home. He feels that anger creeping back, he can’t believe you denied him heaven for so long. He smashes his lips against yours again then sets a brutal pace, every fiber in his being telling him to pound you into the mattress until you’re sobbing. So that’s what he does.

“Seven months, seven fucking months, Princess,” he pants out in a gravelly voice, his hands paw at your flesh, roaming from place to place, pinching and groping to his heart’s content, “coulda been fucking you silly all this time, instead of watching you, God, I had to watch you touch yourself, touch what’s mine, what should have been mine the moment I fucking saw you!”

He was pounding into you violently now, the whole bed frame shaking and slamming into the walls in time with his thrusts. With your hands bound above your head, you can do nothing but take it, and you love it. Your mind shutting down as he continues his vicious pace, all you can do it moan for him. He growls when he feels your pussy begin to flutter around him, and in one fluid motion, he brings his hands to your thighs and spreads you even further, his hips driving forward to push even deeper into you.

“O-Oh, fuck! Daddy!” You scream in a wavering voice, your eyes widening in shock; no one has ever been that deep before, he was touching places you never knew you had.

The moment the title rolled off your tongue, Bobby was a goner. There was no way in hell he was ever going to let you go now. Not when you’re so perfect. Not a chance. He lets out his own shaky moan before curling over you, his head tucking into the crook of your neck. Grunt after grunt falls from his lips, your melodic moans fill his ear, he could hear you gasping for breath after each thrust he gives you, his tip rubbing that special spot inside of you that had you nearly sobbing.

“Please, Daddy, please!” You beg, your fists shaking with need, your head leaning against his in a bid to hold him to you with your hands bound. One huge hand leaves your aching thighs to find you clit. Once he felt that little swollen button, he drew circles nearly as rough as his thrusts. He couldn’t help but growl when you velvety snatch clamped down even tighter like a wet fucking fist around him. He brought his lips to your ear to whisper to you.

“Pussy doesn’t want me to leave, does she? Just wants me to stay inside forever, wants me to fucking fill her up, cum so deep inside her that you can never get rid of me… God, you’re so fucking good, Princess, so fucking good, m’gonna give you what you need, and you’re gonna fucking take it, do you hear me?”  He tells you, his own high creeping up on him, his balls full and heavy.

You nod and whimper, “yes, Bobby! I’ll take it, please gimme it, Daddy, want it, want it bad!”

“Jesus fucking Christ, take it, you greedy bitch,” he whispers breathlessly, his own mind beginning to get lost in the never ending waves of pleasure. His hand strumming your clit in sloppy patterns, his excitement getting to him. The pit in the base of your tummy pulls tighter and tighter until you can’t take it anymore, you shatter completely. Your back arches dramatically as you cum, your body thrashing against the rope, you see star erupt behind your shut eyes, your thighs shake and tremble around his waist.

The moment you cum, Robert lifts his head to watch you fall over the edge. If he thought you were beautiful before, then you were ethereal when you came on his cock. Watching you fall apart proved to be too much for him to handle, he follows you over the edge nearly immediately. His back arching as well, giving you the perfect view of his face, his skin was dewey with sweat, his glasses had been lost at some point, his eyes crossed ever so slightly before shutting completely, his jaw hung open slack as he let out a long, wavering moan. His hands claw at your skin to pull you closer, closer, closer, he loved how your supple body bent to his will, your hips grind against his to milk your highs for all their worth.

The waves of pleasure slowly but surely began to subside, exhaustion took over Robert. His arms gave out and he opted to rest on top of you, his large shoulders heaving to catch his breath. You loved feeling him on top of you, your chests rising and falling in sync as you bask in the afterglow. His rough hands slide over the scratches and claw marks he left behind slowly, massaging the welts that wanted to form for a brief moment before lifting his head up. He wastes no time again in smashing his lips to yours, he’s still forceful but he moves much slower, tiredness taking hold. The kisses are sloppy and spit-filled, just how you like it. The air was once again stolen from your lungs as he kissed you; but he was more than just kissing you, he was owning you, reaffirming to both of you that you belong to him now.

“Bobby, please,” you mumbled against his lips, it was a soft plea that he listened to. Without moving his lips, he untied your hands from the bed post. A soft sigh fluttered against your skin when you were finally able to cradle his face, pulling him even deeper into the kisses if possible. You push a hand through his hair, your nails gently scraping his scalp. Robert can’t help but wonder what those nails would feel like leaving gouges on his back, the thought had his cock twitching, still rock hard inside of you. A small moan of surprise broke your lips from his when he started to rock into you again. You look up at him with doe eyes, shocked to feel him pulsing with need inside your abused cunt. He couldn’t help but smirk and chuckle.

“Oh, Princess, I’m nowhere near done with you just yet,” he growled proudly and slammed into your g spot once more, your nails digging into the meaty curve of his shoulder, his pace slower but still hard. Looking over his shoulder to check the clock, he sees it’s a little past 1:00. With a grin, he turns back to you. “Well, would you look at that. It’s Christmas,” he mouths at the sensitive skin below your ear, sucking deep marks into your skin—another way of claiming you, “the season of giving,” he moans when you move your hips in time with his, “let’s see how many more you can give me before the sun comes up.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

I Think You Craved Me Once Before

Kinktober Day 26: Menophilia (period fetish)

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader (kitten)

Words: ~1.1k

Summary: Bobby gives it to you like only he can.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected vaginal sex, f receiving oral sex, cum eating implied, it’s period sex), possessive Bobby, mention of a dead body and implied murder, these two being their freaky selves, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: I know we’re out of order and I owe you guys some group sex, but since I’m in the middle of shark week right now when my muse woke up she was all about that violent shit. And I want to make sure group sex slaps. So we may be going out of order for the last few Kinktober fics so I make sure you bitches are getting the best.

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Bobby growled when you leaned close to him as you shoved the body into the warehouse freezer, bending to run his nose over your neck with a low purr.

“What are you doing, Bobby?” You bit your lip when his tongue dragged over your pulse, trying not to moan when he curled an arm around your waist. “You forget about our little deal?”

“I don’t give a fuck about that right now, kitten.” He pressed you into the wall as he kept mouthing at the column of your throat, his voice low and husky as he molded his body to yours. “Not when I can smell you. I know you’re bleeding.”

“Bobby, that’s not the fucking game.” You we’re not going to cave, you didn’t care how much you wanted it.

“I told you, I don’t fucking care.” He was completely smothering you, breathing you in deeply as he wound his arms around you. “You gonna tell me that vanilla cop is gonna go anywhere near that pretty snatch while you’re bleeding?”

Bill definitely would not, he wouldn’t even kiss you after a blow job. And you fucking needed it. Bobby’s obsession with fucking you until he was a bloody mess had spoiled you too much, you craved it too, now.

“Take me home, Bobby.” You tried to keep some modicum of control, but goddamn it, he knew exactly how to touch you to make you give in when you got like this.

He almost crashed the car five times as he sped back to the house, bending over the console at every stoplight to devour you and growl against your lips as he pawed at your swollen and tender breasts. You hated how easy you were making it for him, you had missed him so fucking much, though, teasing him and reining him in was fun, but sometimes you just needed him to hold you down and fuck you like he owned you.

As soon as the garage door closed behind you he was pulling you to him, dragging you out of the car and into his house as he kept his mouth molded to yours with a purpose. You were uncertain how, but he managed to get you fully naked by the time you were in the kitchen. Then he was pulling you to the floor with a deep groan and settling your bloody cunt right over his face without a word except a softly muttered “fuck”.

His fingers dug into your thighs as he thrust his tongue inside you, growling from deep in his chest when the first taste of your blood exploded over his tongue. He was ravenous for you, not even realizing how much he’d fucking missed eating you out, especially when the perfect taste of you was cut with that coppery essence of your blood.

The first time you came caught you off guard. One second you were writhing over his face, the next your whole body was vibrating with bliss as he rubbed his nose over your clit. He groaned when the thick cream of your release coated his tongue, swallowing the heady taste of you greedily as he lapped at your swollen cunt with eagerness.

You whined when he wrapped his arms around your thighs, his snarl sending a jolt of pleasure up your spine when he refused to let you crawl off him. He purred when more of your blood filled his mouth, alternating between fucking you with his tongue and running it all over your pussy as he did his best to taste every inch of you.

The long, heavy drags of his tongue over your clit had you coming over and over again. You weren’t even sure how he was still conscious, he hadn’t let you up so he could take a breath in what felt like an hour. After the fifth time he made you scream you were floating, whining softly when he finally lifted you off him so he could sit up.

“Bobby, please.” You pressed your lips to his bloody mouth when he settled you in his lap, running your fingers through his hair as he peeled his shirt off and growled into your mouth.

“Aww, you need it kitten?” He gave you a mocking pout before flicking his tongue against yours, rubbing his bloody face over your cheek and purring as he undid his belt. “Missed you begging me.”

You moaned when he curled over you and pressed you into the floor, his teeth pulling at your lips as he slid his cock over your aching pussy. His tongue invaded your mouth as he slid inside you, swallowing your wanton whine with a satisfied groan as he started thrusting into you as he wrapped his arms around your neck.

“That’s it, kitten, my good fucking girl.” He gripped your hair and yanked your head back so he could bite at your throat, his breath fanning warm over your neck as he punctuated each shove of his hips with a lewd grunt. “You just remember this when you’re playing your little bitch games. You can have your fun with that fucking cop, but you’re mine. I own this perfect body and this tight little snatch, none of those other assholes can give you what you need, baby.”

“No, just you, Bobby.” You wound your limbs around him as he started slamming into you, whining as you felt every muscle starting to tighten as the lewd sloshes coming from your bloody cunt filled the kitchen. “Need you, so fucking bad.”

“I know, kitten. Give it to me.” He groaned when you arched into him, digging his fingers into your waist and yanking you down on his cock as he panted against your shoulder.

You screamed when you came apart around him, dragging your fingers down his shoulders in deep gauges as you fluttered and clenched around his cock. He roared into your neck as he followed you, the roll of his hips slowing as he shot his cum against your swollen walls with a deep groan.

Both of you sighed deeply when he rose over you, his face, chest, and hips all covered in your blood as he gazed at you with wild eyes. You bit your lip and laughed softly when he traced his fingers over your blood soaked thighs before gripping your knees and flinging them over his shoulders, biting at your soft skin with a growl as your cum filled, bloody cunt filled his vision.

“All fucking mine.” He purred as he flicked his tongue over your slit, his eyes rolling back in his head at the combined tastes of the two of you. “Gonna spend the next three days reminding you why that is, kitten.”

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[slothspaghettiwrites]

Ok, this completely got away from me but I’m not even sorry about it!!

I have been obsessed with your little train to he’ll Prison AU and it has given me some thots of my own regarding everyone’s favorite murdery couple…

TW: non con, dub con, public sex, Bobby’s dirty mouth, all that good shit

As soon as you walked into the visiting area Robert groaned, that tiny little sundress you were wearing was one of his favorites.

You grinned when you spotted him, the blue jumpsuit he was wearing doing nothing to hide the powerful frame underneath. He may have gotten even bigger since he got locked up.

The two of you didn’t even say anything when you reached him, your fingers burying themselves in his hair while his arms wrapped around your waist and you smashed your lips together desperately, the kiss full of all the pent up frustration you were both feeling at having to be without each other for weeks at a time.

“No touching!”

You snarled at the guard when you disconnected from Bobby, considering pulling off your heel and jabbing it into his eye for fucking interrupting you. At least you got a few more seconds than most of the other inmates would have if they had tried pulling that shit, perks of making sure the bosses were paying off the guards.

“I missed you Bobby.” You purred when you moved to sit down, bending over the table real slow as you slid into your seat so he could get a nice look at the way your tits were squeezed into your dress.

“Ah, fuck kitten, I missed you too.” He had to clench his fists when he sat down across from you so he wouldn’t reach out and grab them. “Real fucking bad. Any news?”

“Our neighbor, Cathy, just had twins.” You scooted as close to him as you could, stretching out your leg so you could run your toes over the curve of his calf. “Named ‘em Joey and Grayson.”

He growled and nodded as he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider when he felt your foot trace up the inside of his thigh. It was hard to concentrate on what you were saying when you finally reached where his cock was straining against the front of his jumpsuit, but the whole reason he was in here was to carry out hits for the fucking bosses, so he did his best to concentrate.

His fingers were gripping the sides of the table painfully hard while you stroked him, his back straightening to try to cover up the way he was grinding against your foot. You cocked an eyebrow at him to make sure he was still listening to you and he gave you another quick nod, his breath heaving in his chest as you brought him to the edge.

It normally would’ve been embarrassing how fast he came, he hadn’t been inside you in almost six months, it was a miracle he hadn’t come when you kissed him.

“Ahem.” You cleared your throat and kept your foot where it was, flicking your eyes downward meaningfully when he gave you a questioning look.

The choked sound he made when he finally looked down and saw your white lace panties dangling from your ankle had you grinning wickedly at him, tutting when he started to move too fast so he would slow down and not alert the guards.

“Kitten, fuck.” He kept his hand curled around your heel for a beat before drawing the panties off you and shoving them into his pocket, his eyes blown wide with lust while he flicked his eyes toward the clock to see how much time you had. “Baby, lemme see it.”

“Shit, no.” You shook your head at him, ignoring the almost pleading look in his eye. “Bobby, you ended up in solitary last time we tried that, and then you had to wait a whole month instead of a week. Is that what you want?”

“Don’t fucking care, it’s mine, and I wanna fucking see it.” He was snarling at you now, and you were pretty sure if you didn’t agree to this he was going to do something that would wind up with him being out of touch for a lot longer than a month. “Pretend you dropped something when you get up.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes at him as you leaned back in your chair, reaching up to scratch at your neck and palming your earring sneakily.

The guards called that visiting time was over and the two of you stood up slowly, Bobby looking at you like he was going to explode when you gave him a wink as you turned away.

“Oops, my earring fell out.” You said it just loud enough that the guards could hear you, spreading your legs a little and flipping your skirt up when you bent over just enough for Bobby to catch a glimpse of your glistening cunt before you were straightening back up quick and prowling away, your hips swaying in that way that made Bobby want to chase after you and fuck you over the first surface he could find, solitary be damned.

His cock was achingly hard as he made his way back to his cell block in line with the other inmates, none of them stupid enough to say anything. It’s not like he was worried about one of them having seen you. Ever since your first visit when some idiot had the bright idea to comment on how sweet your pussy must taste and ended up in a medically induced coma after someone almost beat him to death in the yard with the free weights. the other men got the hint that you were strictly off limits.

Justin jumped when he heard the cell doors open. Robert was always worked up after visiting days, and that usually meant that the younger man was going to get fucked within an inch of his life, usually multiple times. Last time he had passed out at some point after coming upwards of seven times on Robert’s thick cock, and when he woke up he was covered in more bite marks and bruises than he’d ever gotten before.

“You up, bitch?” Robert growled once the cell door slid closed and the guard was out of earshot, slapping Justin when he didn’t answer him fast enough. “Get your fat ass out of that fucking bed.”

“Yes sir.” Justin knew better than to try to fight him, especially when he looked like that. He was pretty sure that the man liked it more when he fought back, but that typically meant he’d end up with some broken teeth and a swollen jaw, and he wanted to avoid that.

“God, you’re fucking soft.” Robert grabbed Justin by the throat and nuzzled into his neck, turning his head to spit on his cheek before sinking his teeth into his shoulder. “Put these on.”

Justin choked when Robert shoved a pair of soft lace panties into his face. He had no idea where he had even gotten them, and even though he was used to being thoroughly degraded by his large cell mate, the thought of wearing women’s underwear was not something he wanted to indulge the man in, he couldn’t see it going well for him.

“I can’t, I…”

Robert’s grip on his neck tightened until he couldn’t breathe, waiting until the dumb little bitch started squealing and flailing until he loosened it again with a menacing snarl.

“Wasn’t fucking asking.” Robert brought the white lace to his face as he maintained his grip on Justin, inhaling deeply and seeming to get a little calmer as he held in the breath. “You smell that, you stupid slut? That’s a real fucking pussy. You ever had one of those? Stupid question, course you haven’t.” His voice sounded almost wistful as he mouthed at the delicate fabric, and Justin wondered if he even realized what he was doing. “Sweetest little snatch there is, and it’s mine. But instead of being able to bury my cock in that perfect, warm, wet hole, I’m stuck with your worthless cunt.”

Justin yelped when Robert wrenched his jumpsuit and briefs down in one vicious motion, shoving a thick thigh between his legs and smacking him right above his pretty pink hole.

“Just look at it, dry as a fucking bone. God you’re useless. Swear the only good thing about you is that sweet mouth.” Robert tilted Justin’s head back so he could sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip, groaning when he felt the metallic tang of his blood hit his tongue. “Now, put these on, and I’ll make it nice for you, even eat that tight little pussy until you're begging me to fill you up. Or, if you wanna be a stupid little bitch, I’ll just fuck it dry until you finally make your own lube, your fucking choice.”

Justin let his tears fall freely as he pulled away from the other man, stepping out of his own clothes and taking the panties from Robert without making eye contact with him. It wasn’t even the threat that had him crying, it was the fact that he knew it was going to be mind blowing, that he’d be hoarse tomorrow from how much Robert was going to make him scream with his tongue and his cock.

Robert groaned when he watched him slide the panties over his thighs until the thin strap of the thing was nestled between his cheeks, the smaller man climbing onto the bed and bending his knees until his face was against the pillows and his ass was up in the air in one of Robert’s favorite positions, since he didn’t have to look at the dumb face that wasn’t yours.

“Please fuck me, sir.” Robert rolled his eyes at that, slapping Justin’s ass with a warning growl when he wiggled his hips like a slut before crawling onto the bed behind him. He missed that fucking mouth of yours the most, sometimes, pretty sure this twink would never have the balls to call him a bastard.

“Shut the fuck up.” He bent over and spat on Justin’s hole, trying to imagine that the tiny moan he let out was coming from you. “This is better when you don’t fucking talk.”

FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Nat oh my god 😩 I loved this. Just fuck okay, first the shit with visit and teasing Bobby and giving him your panties and flashing him? 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

But oh the way he treats Justin 😩 the absolute contempt and annoyance, but still fucking him. MAKING HIM WEAR THE PANTIES 🤤🤤🤤🤤 also I just love how almost whimsical Robert got when he was sniffing them. He really needs his Kitten to keep him satisfied and a prison bitch just ain't doing it for him.

Nat, I love you so heckon much. 💙💙💙💙💙

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[geminixevans-stan]

Chris Evans MasterList

Best Friend Chris Evans x Plus Size!Black Reader

Surprise!! Chris Evans x Black! Reader

Our Girl Ari Levinson x Married!Black Reader x Andy Barber

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Stay Andy Barber x Female Reader

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[wizardyaoi]

DO DBZ FOR THE SHOW MEME YO

my favoritie male character: G o h A n my favorite female character: Either Chichi or Videl :0 my otp: oh man. honestly i gotta go with the brohan ships cause i was never a big shipper for db my notp: vegebul avsbfkslnff my other ships: fuckin idkmy least favorite character: mr satan or freezie pop my favorite season/episode: THE CELL SAGA RUINED ME LMAO who i would date off the show: everyone??? but mostly gohan

[the-iceni-bitch]

What would Mr.Freezy do if reader got a boyfriend to help her go even deeper undercover (like how he had a wife and son for cover up and reader gets a boyfriend for cover up)

LMAO, oh, he would be so pissed. He is crazy possessive. I’m gonna drabble this bitch, so let’s assume this happens before they acquired their little lamb.

SMUT (fingering, f receiving oral sex, multiple orgasms, pussy spanking, unprotected vaginal sex, rough sex, choking, spitting, slapping), very possessive partner, toxic pairing, very dirty talk, murder, NO MINORS!!!! 🔞

Robert was doing his best to tune out his wife’s incessant droning. The two of you hadn’t had a job for two weeks, and as much as he wanted to spend all his free time wrapped up in your sheets, he figured it would be better for his cover to spend most of his time with his fucking family.

His stupid cunt of a wife had not shut up the whole time. If he had to listen to one more piece of bland neighborhood gossip he might actually kill her. Like he gave a fuck about who was flirting with their gardener.

The best way to tune her out was by drinking, so now he was six beers deep into the evening as he tried to think about anything except your ideas on how to get rid of this bitch. As much as he was trying to ignore her constant chatter, she actually said something that made his ears perk up.

“What?” He really hoped he hadn’t heard her right, his mood was already extremely sour.

“I was just wondering if Suzy is back from her date yet.” So, he hadn’t heard her wrong. He felt the glass of the bottle groan as he tightened his grip. “It’s her third one with Jerry, and you know what they say about third dates!”

It took all his self control to not stand up and smash his fist into her face. What the fuck were you doing going on a date?

“Who the… who is Jerry?” He had to bite back the obscenities he wanted to spew at her.

“He works with Jill’s husband, Grant.” God, the bitch was fucking oblivious, she didn’t even notice the unbridled rage that was etched into his features. “Suzy had mentioned that she was feeling a little lonely lately, and I knew Jill had mentioned how charming Jerry was the few times he’d been over to dinner at their place, so I decided to play Cupid!! It sure seems to be going well.” She pulled the curtains open and squealed with excitement when she spotted you pulling up. “Oh, they’re back!! What a gentleman, he’s walking her to the door. Oooh, she’s bringing him inside! I hear wedding bells!”

Robert cursed when the bottle shattered in his hand, standing up and storming to the kitchen to run his bloody hand under the faucet while Mary fussed over the mess he’d made. If you let that fucker touch you he wasn’t entirely sure what he was going to do, but he knew it was going to be bloody.

Mary was still nattering worriedly as she cleaned up the broken glass, speculating wildly about what you and that idiot might be doing over at your place. He was so close to walking over and throttling her as she droned on, sighing deeply when she stood up and reported that Jerry had driven off.

Thank god it was so late. That meant the dumb cunt was going to wander off to bed and pass out soon. She was actually drunkenly wandering towards the bedroom when he strode into the living room, and she swallowed his lie about tending to his wounds whole. He was just grateful she didn’t try to give him a sloppy kiss like she usually did when she was drunk.

He waited until he heard her snores drifting out from the bedroom before he wrenched the front door open and stormed towards your place. He didn’t even care if anyone saw him, pulling the key out of his pocket and ripping open your front door with a snarl.

“Y/N, where the fuck are you?!” His roar echoed through the house, punctuated by the sound of the front door slamming behind him as he stomped down the hallway.

“In the bathroom!” You sounded completely unfazed at the sudden intrusion, and when he tore the door open you just gave him a small smile through the mirror. “Can I help you with something, Bobby?”

“Where were you tonight, kitten?” His voice was a dangerous growl as he caged you against the counter, running one hand up your arm until he could curl it around your throat.

“Oh, you mean my date?” You purred when his grip tightened, running your tongue over your bottom lip and beaming at him when he shoved your hair aside and nipped at the curve of your neck. “That Jerry really knows how to treat a lady. I almost put out after that fancy French dinner.”

“You stupid bitch.” He spat in your ear, ripping your blouse open one handed and tearing off your bra in a frenzy before digging his fingers into your breast while he cut off your air. “Did you let that fucker touch my pussy? Answer me.”

“No, he didn’t touch it.” You rolled your eyes at him, biting your lip when he sank his teeth into your neck. “I think he might’ve caught a peek though.”

“What?” He wrenched your skirt up over your hips and hissed when he got a look at your bare ass. “Oh, kitten, that was a big fucking mistake.”

You just laughed lightly when he started dragging you towards your bedroom by your neck, muttering under his breath the whole time furiously. As soon as you reached the room he threw you on the bed, pouncing on top of you and scraping his teeth over your throat.

“Spread those whore legs.” The deep rumble of his voice was making you throb, fuck you loved getting him all worked up like this.

You did what he ordered, spreading your thighs wide underneath him and forcing your skirt to ride up even further. When he slapped his palm against your pussy your body jolted, a deep moan leaving your chest when he did it again before sliding two fingers into your soaked channel.

“Did I make you jealous, Bobby?” You sighed when he started stroking your soft walls, his face tucking into your neck as he let out a low growl. “I thought we were supposed to maintain our cover. Isn’t that what you said when you told me you had to spend your downtime with your little family?”

“God, is that why you decided to be a fucking cunt?” He rolled his eyes and slipped a third finger inside you, snorting at the wanton mewl that fell from your lips. “Acting up like a damn brat whenever you don’t get enough attention.”

“Fuck you, Bobby.” You hissed when he ground his palm against your clit, grabbing his wrist to hold him in place as you rolled your hips down to meet him. “I’m not gonna just sit around waiting for you to decide it’s worth seeing me. I have my own fucking life.”

“That’s cute, kitten.” He grinned at your snarl, pulling his hand out of you and smacking your cunt again. “Pretend all you want, but I know this snatch only gets wet when you think about me ruining you.”

“Unh… you- fuck- bastard!” Your body was jolting with each spank to your swollen pussy, a thin film of slick coating his fingers after each assault. “Oh god!”

“What was that, kitten?” His grin was wicked when he bent to scrape his teeth over the curve of your cheek, rubbing your clit viciously until you released all over his hand. “Sounded like you had something to say.”

You couldn’t answer him, all your focus going to the task of regulating your breathing. He shoved his tongue down your throat with a dark chuckle before he started licking and biting his way down your torso, marring your skin with his teeth and groaning at the taste of your sweat soaked skin. Once he reached your thighs his bites grew vicious, a few of them drawing blood that he immediately lapped up with a hungry growl as you tried to arch into his face.

“Think you need a little reminder of who you belong to, kitten.” He rubbed his face against your puffy folds, groaning as the smell of you overwhelmed his senses. “This body and this pussy are mine, sweetheart, I find out you show it to some other asshole again, I might have to do something drastic.”

His tongue dragged over your slit and you wailed, your back arching violently when he started devouring you like a man starved. You were already fluttering against his face, his arms wrapping around your thighs and holding you in place as he lapped at your cum greedily. As much as he told himself this was about punishing you for your bitchy attitude, every time he buried his face in your cunt he lost himself.

You reached above your head and gripped the headboard painfully, sobbing with pleasure when he wrapped his lips around your clit. His hands left your thighs to snake up your torso, digging his fingers into your tits while he lashed his tongue over your sensitive bud while he groaned into your pussy and wordlessly ordered you to fall apart for him. It took almost nothing for you to give in, your heels thumping against his back as you suffocated him with your thighs. The taste of you flowing over his tongue made him feral, detaching from you with a snarl and rising to his knees in a rush.

As soon as his fly was undone he was thrusting into you with no warning, the feeling of him stretching you open prolonging your pleasure until tears were leaking down your cheeks. He bent over you to lick them up as he started slamming into you, spitting them into your open mouth with a wicked grin when he was finished. You were still trying to catch your breath as he fucked you like he owned you, swallowing his spit with a thick gulp and moaning when he hit you deep.

“Tell me who you belong to. Hey!” He leaned back and smacked your cheek when you didn’t answer him right away, groaning when you clenched around him at the sensation. “Answer me, you stupid cockdrunk cunt.”

You growled when you finally reset, gripping his shoulders and digging your nails into his flesh until you felt blood welling under your fingers. He purred when you yanked his face down to meet yours, your teeth sinking into his bottom lip until the metallic taste of him flooded your mouth.

“I’m yours, you insecure son of a bitch.” You rolled your hips to meet his as you continued biting at his lips, licking the blood off of them slowly while you tangled your fingers in his hair. “And you’re fucking mine, so quit acting like a damn asshole every time I talk to another man.”

“Quit talking to other men, and I won’t have to be such an asshole.” He grumbled, wrapping your legs around his waist and sitting up suddenly, settling you in his lap and stroking your tongue with his when he started fucking into you violently. “I don’t fucking share.”

You chuckled into his mouth at his pettiness, driving your hips to meet his as you felt yourself reaching your peak again. He was purring contentedly as your fingers raked over his scalp, sucking on your tongue and increasing the movement of his hips when he felt you start to flutter around him.

It only took three more vicious thrusts and you lost it, whining around his tongue and letting your body sag against his. His fingers dug into your waist when he felt the cream of your release soak his cock, his hips losing their rhythm as he moved his face to bury in your neck so he could sink his teeth into your flesh while he filled you with his spend.

The two of you leaned against each other as you came down, Bobby’s mouth moving back to your so he could run his tongue over your lips as he gazed into your eyes. You gave him a wicked grin and brought your hand up to trace your fingers over his jaw, your smile only growing wider when he started to look annoyed with you.

“That’s enough.” He shoved you off him and you giggled, twisting yourself in the sheets and watching him closely as he rose from the bed to redress. “Clean yourself up and get ready for bed. I’ll be back in an hour.”

“Where you going, Bobby?” You started stripping out of the rest of your clothes as you walked towards your bathroom, feeling his eyes follow the sway of your hips.

“Gonna kill that fucker who thought he could look at what’s mine.”

You rolled your eyes at him and leaned against the door frame while you waited for your shower to warm up.

“That seems like a bad idea!” He ignored you shouting after him as he stormed towards your front door. “If you get to kill every idiot that looks at me, then I get to strangle your cunt wife next!”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

I Long to Be

Pairing: Mr Freezy x hit woman!reader (kitten), Officer Bill x hit woman!reader (PG only for now)

Words: ~2.1k

Summary: Your new dynamic has Bobby ready to explode.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, over the pants hand job, dry humping, mentions of oral and penetrative sex), emotional manipulation, reader is a massive bitch, slightly subby Bobby (what?!?!), cheating adjacent, domestic violence as foreplay, inappropriate behavior at a funeral, gossipy neighbors, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is mostly just setting the stage for the next arc I’m gonna do with our murderers but whoo boy are you sluts in for a treat! Sorry for inflicting the stache on you, but I’m just gonna lean into it.

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You moaned softly when Bobby pulled you back against his chest, the hand that wasn’t digging into your tit buried knuckle deep in your cunt from behind as he stroked your walls slowly.

“No marks.” You ordered when you felt his teeth scrape over your pulse, ignoring the snarl he shot you through the mirror before settling for licking a thick stripe up the side of your neck. “Don’t fucking pout at me, pretty sure even those dumb fucks out there would notice if I walked out there with a hickey. Control yourself.”

“You need to quit being a fucking bitch.” He growled when you squeezed his cock before starting to stroke it through his slacks again. “It’s been five days, if I don’t feel that warm snatch wrapped around me soon, I’m gonna fucking kill someone.”

“Then you’ll just have to wait even longer, Bobby. I told you, we’re gonna drill some fucking self control into you.” You rolled your hips into his hand when his palm ground into your clit, dropping your head back against his shoulder and purring when you felt his cock throbbing under your palm. “Plus, I’m still pissed at you for the unbelievable pile of bull shit I had to dig you out of.”

“But… fuck, kitten.” He buried his face in your hair to cover his groan when you squeezed him again, bucking his hips into your grip and tugging softly at your nipple as you brought him towards his peak. “I fucking need it. You can just suck on the tip a little, just tide me over, I’m fucking dying.”

“You’re fucking dramatic, I’m still letting you come, so quit being a bitch.” You felt warmth bloom under your hand and smirked at him, your pussy sucking on his fingers as he started fucking them into you harder until you came with a broken sob.

“You goddamn cunt.” He looked furious when you pulled away from him, growling when you wrenched out of his grip to straighten your dress out. “I swear to god, you keep fucking holding out on me and I’m gonna split you in half in front of those cunts until you’re bleeding and begging me to stop.”

“No you’re not.” You shoved your tits back into your dress and did up the buttons. “You’re gonna play the grieving husband and father for as long as I tell you, and once I feel like the fucking heat has died down enough, maybe then you can get your dick wet. But until that happens, you’ll just have to settle for hands and dry humping. Now shut up and try to look wrecked.”

He didn’t have to try, he was wrecked. Dealing with your constant teasing without being able to actually fuck you had him feeling like his nerves were frayed to the limit, and topping that off with having to play the tormented widower was testing the self control you were adamant he exercise. There hadn’t even been any jobs for him to redirect his pent up rage, so he was stuck settling for furiously jerking himself every night as he longed for your perfect, warm cunt.

You gave him a sympathetic pat on the shoulder before opening the door and heading back out to the wake, not bothering to fix your face as it fit the narrative that Bobby had been comforting you while you cried yourself out. With how haggard he was, your stupid cunt neighbors had no problem accepting when you told them that you and Bobby had been supporting each other through this tough time. 

Bobby’s jaw was clenched tight as he stood at the edge of his living room, barely paying attention to the twats who kept coming up to him to tell him how sorry they were for his loss while he watched you act like the perfect grieving friend. You shot him a glare when he tried to move closer to you, hiding your smirk behind your drink and leaning against the wall when he accepted another unwanted embrace like a good little widower.

“Hi, Suzy?” You had to act quick to school your face when you turned and found the fucking cop who had flirted with you at the damn crime scene standing there, you had not expected to see him again.

“Officer Bill!” You caught Bobby start out of the corner of your eye, shooting him a glance to settle him before turning back to your surprising visitor. “Robert’s just over there, did you need to talk to him about something? I thought everything was closed.”

“It is, and please just call me Bill.” He gave you a nervous smile and stepped a little closer to you, fidgeting with his hands as he struggled with what to say to you. “I just… I couldn’t stop thinking about you and I know these things tend to put all the focus on the family but I wanted to make sure you were ok? Since she was your best friend, I’m sure things are hard.”

Oh shit. Your flirting had worked a little too well, this boy was sweet on you. It took some doing for you to fight the pleased smile that tried to spread across your face, especially when you caught Bobby glaring at you over the cop’s shoulder when the man reached and gave your arm a reassuring squeeze. 

“It’s been so hard.” You gave a small sob and could have laughed when he drew you into his chest, burying your face in the warm planes of muscle as he did his best to comfort you. “I feel so alone now. I’d usually talk to Mary about this, but now I have no one. Maybe I could talk to Robert but he’s suffering so much worse than me, I don’t want to burden him any more.”

“God, you’re so sweet, honey.” You managed to disguise your snort as another sob, pressing your body close to his and trying not to grin when he settled his hands at the small of your back, “You can talk to me, Suzy.”

“Bill, you just met me.” This was working out great for you; a dumb cop who was already wrapped around your finger and a new way to piss off Bobby, what could be better? “I don’t want to take advantage of you.”

“Baby, no, never.” He gave you a soft smile when you lifted your head to meet his gaze, cupping your face in one massive palm and gently brushing his thumb over the curve of your cheek in an effort to soothe you. “I just wanna help, but we don’t have to do anything you don’t want, ok?”

“Okay.” You leaned into his cheek and sighed softly as you batted your eyelashes at him, it had been a while since you had played this game, but seems like you were still a fucking pro. “Thank you.”

“It’s my pleasure, darlin’.” You let him give your waist a squeeze before stepping back, your eyes finding Bobby’s and narrowing at the look of unbridled rage you found there until he was cowed. “There’s a little bakery near here if you wanna have some privacy.”

He nodded towards the gaggle of housewives that was watching you with interest while the rest of your neighbors started filtering home and you sighed, accepting his hand and letting him lead you towards the front door while you gave Bobby one more warning glance to keep him from doing something stupid. As soon as the door closed behind you the busybodies went crazy, whisper shouting at each other as they tried to keep some semblance of decorum while they packed up all the leftovers and helped Bobby clean up, or rather, did all the cleaning while Bobby started downing scorch like it was his job.

Thirty minutes later and he was finally alone, exhausted from all the unwanted hugs and sympathies he had to endure and wanting nothing more than to lose himself in you. But he couldn’t because you were still out with that fucking cop. He sulked in the chair at the front window, watching your house as he slowly drained the bottle of scotch and tried to keep himself from imagining what you might be doing with that fucker.

By the time the bastard’s car finally pulled up in front of your house an hour later, the bottle was empty, Bobby wallowing in a pool of self pity that he never would have admitted to and growling when he watched the officer help you out of the car and lead you to your front door with an arm around your waist. When he watched him give you a peck on the cheek he almost lost it, dropping the bottle and cursing when he heard it smash against the floor. At least you didn’t invite him inside, sending him on his way with a little wave before strolling into your house without a second glance. 

Bobby waited a few minutes after the cocksucker pulled away before storming over to your place, barely keeping himself together until he was able to knock on your front door. 

“Hey there, Bobby.” You gave him a wicked grin when you opened the door, stepping aside and letting him in. 

“The fucking cop?” He was itching to slap you, or maybe choke you, he was absolutely furious.

“Bobby, Bobby, Bobby.” You shoved him a little and snorted when he stumbled slightly. “Drunk again. What the fuck am I gonna do with you?”

“Fuck me.” He was so drunk he didn’t even care anymore, grabbing you by the back of your neck and dragging your face to his until his lips were devouring yours.

“Jesus, did I fucking break you, Bobby?” You chuckled when he growled in response and shoved you against the wall, grinding his hardened cock into your hip as he tried to wrap his hands around your throat. “No fucking marks! God, still haven’t learned, have you?”

Your slap sent him reeling, the only thing that kept him upright being your tight grip on his collar as you watched him with mock concern. He tried to snarl at you when you gripped his jaw in one hand, shaking his head with a demeaning tut before leaning forward to bite at his lips.

“You need to dump that fucking cop, kitten.” He purred into your mouth when you wound one leg around his hip and dragged him into you, letting him rock against you slowly with a low moan as his dick twitched in his pants.

“And you still need to fucking control yourself, instead of charging over to your single neighbor’s house like a bat out of hell right after your wife’s funeral when you know every fucking busybody in the neighborhood is gonna be watching us like a bunch of hawks.” You let him lift your other leg to wrap around him, pressing you into the wall and moaning into your neck as he ground right against your clit. “I’ll make you a deal Bobby; you manage to keep that temper of yours reined in and the neighbors off our backs for a whole month while I make that sweet, dumb cop fall in love with me, and I’ll let you do whatever he does to me, so you don’t combust.”

“You’re such a bitch.” His breath against your neck was desperate, the rhythm of his hips writhing against you growing frantic as you both neared your ends. “You let him fuck you and I don’t care, kitten, I’ll fucking kill him.”

“Aww, don’t worry baby, it’ll just be the tip.” You laughed when he snarled into your throat, forcing himself to pull back before he sank his teeth into you so you didn’t decide to torture him even more. “Look at you being so good, and I didn’t even mention your reward.”

“What is it?” Christ, you were just whipping men left and right today.

“Once I get that moron to give me his whole heart, I’ll let you help me break it.” He hit you at the perfect angle and you shuddered with bliss, your release soaking the front of his slacks as his own filled his briefs. “But in a way that keeps him wrapped around my little finger so we can use him if we need to.”

“Ugh, fuck. Fine.” He sighed defeatedly into your neck. “But if I haven’t had my dick sucked once by this time in two weeks, I’m getting a fucking toy.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Take of Me What You Please

Kinktober Day 20: Fisting

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader

Words: ~1k

Summary: You want Bobby to give you everything.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (fingering, minor blood play, implied anal), no plot, mentions of murder and violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: These two are so nasty, but I love it.

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You purred when Bobby dragged his tongue over your pulse, arching into him and letting yourself sink into the floor as he methodically cleaned the blood from your skin.

His chest rumbled against yours as he slid a hand between your legs, spreading you open beneath him and groaning when your fingers dug into his back. He gave a soft hum as he brushed his nose over your cheek until his forehead was resting against yours, his fingers sliding slowly through your folds as he looked at you.

“He didn’t get you, did he kitten?” That asshole did not want to die easy, but watching you take him down like a fucking wildcat had gotten Bobby all kinds of worked up.

“Any of this blood taste like mine?” You spread yourself even wider for him, winding your legs around his hips and sighing when he finally slid a thick finger inside you.

“No, but I know you hide your fucking bruises sometimes, and that pisses me off.” He always wanted to know when you were injured now, just because a couple of times you downplayed a cracked rib or a wrenched shoulder, then for some reason he got all bent out of shape when he got rough and fucked you up even worse. “You know I’m the only one allowed to mark up this pretty skin of yours.”

“Don’t fucking worry about it, not hiding anything.” You rolled your eyes when he gave you a huff like he didn’t quite believe you, but then his lips were on yours, the taste of that bastard’s blood still lingering in his tongue as he slowly licked into your mouth.

“Good, ‘cause I wanna be able to do whatever the fuck I want to you, kitten.” He slid in a second finger and swallowed your small whine with a pleased hum. “‘Cause you’re fucking mine.”

“That’s right, and you’re mine, Bobby.” You tangled your fingers in his hair and bit at his bottom lip, pressing your body closer to his and rolling your hips as he started curling his fingers against your soft walls as slick started leaking over his palm. “Give me all of it.”

“Yeah? You want the whole thing, kitten?” His deep purr ran through your whole body and pooled in your core, making you mewl when he slipped the third finger into your weeping channel. “Oh, I’m gonna fucking give it to you.”

He buried his face in your neck and breathed deeply as your body bent to his will, the scent of blood lingering on your skin and making him groan. Your cunt was squeezing him like a vice each time he curled his fingers against that perfect spot, your grip on his hair growing painful as you tugged when he finally felt you relax and added finger number four.

The feel of your throat vibrating underneath his mouth had him nipping softly at your skin, your legs falling wide open around his hips as his palm ground into your clit. It barely took anything for him to make you come when he had you stretched open like this, your release pouring out of you until it was soaking the edge of his sleeve.

“More, Bobby.” He couldn’t get enough of you begging him, growling as he kept finger fucking you through your high and nuzzling at the underside of your jaw while you whined. “Everything.”

He’d give you anything when you asked him in that breathy pant, dragging his thumb over your clit and getting it good and slick before teasing it around the edge of your stretched out hole. As soon as his whole hand was inside you your vision went white, every muscle in your body quivering with unbearable pleasure as he started fucking you with his fist.

Bobby leaned back so he could watch his hand disappear inside your body, your thick cream coating him and seeping down over his wrist as you arched into him. His other hand came up to curl around your jaw as you writhed for him, grinning when you flicked your tongue out to trace his thumb when he dragged it over your bottom lip.

“That’s a good fucking girl.” He squeezed your neck when your eyes fluttered closed, waiting until he heard your breath hitch before curling back over you and scraping his teeth over your cheek. “C’mon kitten, squirt for me and than I’ll fuck that tight little ass.”

“But we’ve still gotta work, Bobby.” You wound your arms around his neck and pressed your lips to his, letting him tangle his tongue with yours as you melted underneath him with a deep sigh.

He just chuckled at that, nibbling on your tongue as he started railing you with his hand. You dug your fingers into his shoulders and held on tight, dropping your head back against the floor and biting your lip as your body jolted wildly with each shove of his fist.

Just a few more jabs of his wrist and he felt your walls flutter around him, yanking his hand out of you and purring when you wailed and squirted all over him. He dragged his hand over your tits before bringing it up to his mouth to lick it clean, groaning at the sight of your slick covered breasts then bending to mouth gently at your soft curves.

“Bobby, seriously, work.” You didn’t stop him when he turned you over though, humming when he pressed his chest to your back and started working at undoing his fly.

“Don’t worry about it, kitten.” He nipped at your ear as he teased his tip against your asshole, sliding his hips forward and grinning when he peeked over your shoulder at the dead man lying in a pool of his own blood. “Not like he’s going anywhere.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Ask you anything.

Once again - congrats you sexy muthafuckin' woman on your milestone.

Now. I don't know if this has been explored, because these freaks fucking love it rough and filthy and everything I love. But has kitten ever had to use a Safe Word with Bobby? Has he ever taken it just a little too far? We know what Bobby does when someone hurts her, but what would happen if she was hurt by his hand? Or dick?

Ok, I had to think about this one for a little bit, but I think I’ve got it nailed down.

Smut, rough sex, kinda domestic violence, little bit of feelings, no minors!

Bobby growled as he kept driving into you hard, pinning your thighs to the bed with his knees and holding your wrist at the small of your back while his hips slapped wildly against your ass.

“You stupid fucking slut, why’d you take that drink?” He snorted when you just whined as he hit you deeper, pressing his other hand against the back of your neck and leaning over you with a deep groan. “I can’t fucking watch you and deal with goons all at the same time, you can’t get fucking lazy on me.”

“Bobby…” You groaned when he rolled his body over yours and forced your back into an even deeper arch, trying to take a deep breath and failing as he applied for pressure to your neck. “I only looked away for a second.”

“Because you thought that dumbass was fucking neutered, even after I told you he was a creep.” He hissed as his rhythm grew frantic, putting all his weight on his arms as he slammed into you harder. “Do you know what I would’ve fucking done if that motherfucker had touched you kitten?”

“Bobby…” it was getting harder for you to breathe, your pussy fluttering wildly around him as your vision got dark at the edges.

“I would’ve killed him right in the middle of that club, kitten.” He tossed his head back with a groan when you clenched around him again. “Would’ve killed ever single asshole that looked at you. You’re mine, no one gets to take you from me.”

You let out a sound he didn’t recognize, his eyes shooting open at the pained whimper you let out as your body started to go lax. He ripped his hand off your neck with a curse and curled his body over yours, burying his face in your hair and breathing deeply as you let out a desperate sob.

“Baby… baby, fuck, just breathe.” He ran his hands over your arms as you coughed into the pillow, screwing his eyes closed as he pressed his body over yours and melted into you. “Don’t fucking do that to me again.”

“Yeah, fine.” You coughed again when he started slowly rocking his hips against yours, rolling your eyes when he wound his fingers through yours above your head. “Kinda seems like you’re the main threat to my health though, Bobby.”

Come join my 6k/birthday/anniversary sleepover!

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Killing Mrs. Pronge: Part 3/3

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader

Words: ~1.9K

Summary: Will you and Bobby be able to throw off the cops when they arrive at the scene?

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (pussy slapping, f receiving oral sex, mentions of vaginal sex), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! Mentions of staged murder/suicide (including that of a child), infidelity adjacent, a cop being extremely inappropriate at a crime scene, gossipy neighbors, special guest appearance, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Well, the crazy journey is over!!! I can’t believe I finally wrote this, but it was so much fun!! What new shenanigans will I find for our two psychos? Who knows? But they’re sure to be filthy and dark AF!

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!!!

The sound of sirens woke you up, your dog popping his head up and grumbling at the disturbance before just flopping back over and falling back asleep.

You took your time getting ready, spending a good twenty minutes in the shower to collect yourself as you tried to decide whether you wanted to head out with the rest to the nosy neighbors or wait for the inevitable knock. It seemed like it would be less suspicious if you went out to see what was going on, so you pulled on a cardigan and steeled yourself.

There was a crowd gathering outside of the Pronge’s house already, all the busybodies chattering as they stared at the ambulance and police cruisers. When a coroner’s van pulled up they went insane, whisper shouting at each other to try to figure out what exactly was going on.

“What’s happening?” You sidled up to your neighbor Jill, fidgeting with your sleeves a little bit. You just hoped Bobby was holding it together.

“No one knows, the sirens woke everyone up but the cops won’t tell anybody anything.” She gave you a pat on the arm in what you were sure was supposed to be a soothing gesture. “Don’t worry, I know Mary’s been acting a little off lately, but I’m sure everything’s fine.”

“Of course.” It made you feel a little better that the neighborhood had noticed that stupid bitch was being extra crazy, you still wanted to know what was going on though.

“Oh, here comes one of them now, Officer Bill!” She waved at the cop that was walking near the barricade they had set up, and you had to tamp down your fight or flight response at being so near to law enforcement. “Can you tell us anything?”

“Sorry hon.” He gave her a sympathetic look and shrugged before turning his gaze to you. “Who’s this?”

Oh, fuck no. This asshole was not going to try to pick you up at a murder/suicide. But there he was, licking his bottom lip and staring right at your tits. Granted, you had left your cardigan open and with your low cut tank top the bites Bobby had left all over you were extremely obvious.

“This is Suzy, the girl I told you about.” Way to keep that under your breath, Jill. Of course this moron knew the fucking cop.

“Nice to meet you.” You mumbled, shrugging as you tried to look past him to see what was going on inside the house.

“You too, darling.” He sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and pointed to the bites that littered your chest. “Where’d ya get those?”

Perfect, the neighborhood gossip machine was going to have a fucking field day; a murder/suicide and now you were apparently a secret slut. Wonder which was going to dominate? Hopefully the deaths.

You might as well flirt back. Never hurt to have a friendly cop handy. Bonus, it would definitely piss off Bobby, and he fucking deserved it for all the shit he’d put you through over the past few days. Cop was kinda cute anyways, except for the flat top.

“Well, I just like to have a good time.” You gave him a knowing smirk and crossed your arms under your breasts, trying not to roll your eyes when he sucked in a deep breath.

“That so?” He leaned closer to you, ignoring the way the group was straining against the barricade when the coroner pulled a gurney towards the house. “What’s your idea of a good time, sweetheart?”

“Lots of things.” You tilted your head and peeked at him through your eyelashes. God, sometimes you forgot how easy it was to manipulate these meatheads. “Why? You wanna find out?”

“Oh my god!”

People started crying and screaming when the coroner’s team rolled out the bodies, Robert walking out and chatting with another cop which sent everyone into a whole new fit of hysteria when they realized who must be in the bags. He saw you and his jaw clenched when you gave him a glare before burying your face in Officer Bill’s chest with a dramatic fake sob.

“Aww, honey. Shit.” He ran his hands over your back soothingly as you cried into his uniform, making you stifle a groan when he did a piss poor job of hiding when he smelled your hair. “I’m sorry, baby. Was she your friend?”

“My best friend.” You choked out, letting him place his hand extremely low on the small of your back while you fake mourned. What a dick. “This is so horrible.”

“I know, darling.” He tilted your head back with a grip on your chin, brushing his thumb just under your bottom lip as he gazed into your eyes. “Just tell me what you need.”

Jesus, this guy was ridiculous.

“I’m just… I’m gonna make sure her husband is ok?” He looked awful disappointed at that, but the cops were starting to break up the scene, so it’s not like he would be around for much longer anyway. “Robert!”

Bobby looked like he was barely keeping his rage contained when you drew him into an embrace. You could feel him glaring at the cop until you turned the two of you back towards the house.

“Don’t fucking blow this, Bobby.” You let out a deep breath when he embraced you back, also smelling your hair.

“What the fuck were you doing with that cop, kitten?” His fingers dug into your waist painfully as he fought the urge to bury his face in your neck.

“Calm your tits.” You stepped back when he released you and pulled him into the house. “Don’t go killing a fucking cop just because you can’t stand when anyone else touches me. We are going to work on your fucking impulse control. Tell me what they said.”

“They bought it.” He ran a hand over his face once the door was closed. “Apparently the dumb cunt’s erratic behavior was common knowledge.”

“Knew it.” All the tension you had been holding seeped out of you, leaning your body against the wall with a deep sigh. “I saved your fucking ass.”

“Shut the fuck up.” He prowled towards you and wrapped his hand around your throat. “Seem to remember promising to fuck you senseless once we got rid of that bitch.”

“Oh, but I want something else now, Bobby.” You grabbed his wrist and wrenched it away from your body, shoving him towards the couch and strutting after him. “You fucking owe me, so get on your knees.”

“The fuck are you talking about?” He growled when you dodged his attempt to grab you again.

“I said, get on your fucking knees.” You sank into the couch with a huff, hooking your fingers under the sides of your shorts and tossing them aside.

“Kitten…” He was trying to hold back when you spread your legs wide and teased your fingers through your soaked folds. Couldn’t let you get the upper hand that easy.

“Do it, Bobby.” You slapped your cunt and he snarled at you before slowly sinking to the floor, glaring at you through his lashes when you propped your ankle on his shoulder expectantly. “Show me how fucking grateful you are that you’re not in fucking cuffs.”

He grumbled before he started nipping at the curve of your ankle, digging his fingers into the flesh of your calf before he started sucking and biting his way up your leg. You moaned softly when he reached your knee, hooking it over his shoulder while he sucked a bruise against the inside of your thigh.

It didn’t take long for him to lose himself in the taste and smell of you, grunting as he drew closer and closer to the soft, wet prize between your legs. As soon as his cheek brushed against your dewy lips while he nibbled at the jut of your hip he lost it, shoving his face into your pussy and groaning at how drunk you made him feel.

His tongue ran over your slit hungrily, lapping up every sweet drop of your arousal while his fingers pulled you apart so he could delve even deeper into your wet heat. The feeling of his tongue stroking and curling against your soft walls had you dropping your head back against the cushions with a sigh, rolling your hips against his face as he fucked you with the thick muscle while his nose rubbed against your clit.

“That’s a good boy, Bobby, fuck.” His hungry grunts and growls were making you even wetter, soaking the lower half of his face in your juices while he gazed at you hungrily through his lashes. “So fucking drunk on my pussy, aren’t you, baby?”

The sound he made was almost pathetic, a borderline whine that sent a shiver up your spine while he wrapped his thick arms around your thighs and groaned. Your toes were already curling with how close you were, your hands reaching to grip his hair and hold him in place while he drew your pleasure out of you.

When his lips wrapped around your clit you had to bite back a scream, arching your body into his face while he sucked on your tiny pearl and massaged it with the tip of his tongue. One good swipe and you were finished, biting your lip until blood welled in your mouth as you vibrates against his face. He moaned when your thighs tried to close around his head, slurping up your cum as it flowed over his chin until you body went still and he could release you.

“Mm, that was so fucking good, Bobby.” You laughed when he tried to snarl at you when you cupped his cheek, his eyes still blown wide and his breathing shallow while he tried to act like he wasn’t completely intoxicated with you. “Now say ‘thank you’.”

“Oh, fuck…”

You slapped him when he tried to talk back, tutting at the look of rage that almost took over his face before squeezing his cheeks together with a demeaning smirk and forcing his gaze to yours.

“Oh no, Bobby. You fucked up so bad baby, we’re gonna have to switch things up until I feel like you’ve made it up to me.” You dug your nails into his skin and grinned wickedly when he hissed. “No, fucking say thank you, then I’ll let you eat me out in your marital bed until I squirt in your mouth like I know you love.”

“Thank you.” It was obvious that he wasn’t thrilled about this new dynamic, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.

“See, not so hard.” You released him and rose to your feet, tearing off your shirt and throwing it away before starting to head towards the bathroom. “Better get used to just using your mouth and tongue for a while, Bobby, ‘cause we’re gonna work on your impulse control while you make this up to me. Maybe I’ll suck that cop’s dick while you listen so you can learn to hold back that temper.”

“What?!”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Cocktease

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!Reader, Officer Bill x hit woman!Reader

Words: ~2.5k

Summary: Your cop boy toy wants to take things slow, and it’s making Bobby crazy.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (male masturbation, m receiving oral sex, face fucking, choking, spitting, slapping, rough sex, minor asphyxiation, cum eating), kinda cheating, murder, minor gore, the mustache, Bobby being a big switch, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: This is basically just straight filth you guys, I honestly don’t know what I’m doing but it’s making me sweat so it can’t be all bad.

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“Kitten, just lick it a little.” Bobby groaned as he arched into his fist, rolling his head towards where you were splayed across the passenger seat. Your leg was flung over the console as you leaned back against the door, your skirt pulled up around your waist so Bobby had a good view of your throbbing cunt while you kept your eyes trained on the building you were supposed to be staking out.

“That’s not our deal, Bobby. Cop wants to take things slow, so you’re lucky I’m even giving you this.” You smirked when he leaned over to mouth at your ankle where it was propped against his seat, bringing the binoculars up to your eyes as he moaned for you. 

“Baby, gimme something.” He squeezed his hand around his cock and gritted his teeth to try to keep from whining, his breath coming out in short huffs as he swiped his thumb over his swollen tip.

“You need it, Bobby?” You leaned closer to him and bit your lip at the wild look on his face. 

“Fuck, kitten, need it. Need you.” He was completely desperate, growling when you just barely brushed your lips over his. “Please.”

“You have been so good for me, Bobby.” You really couldn’t believe it, you thought for sure he would’ve tried to fuck you into submission by now. 

He sighed when you leaned over his torso, nipping at his jaw before you bent your head over his weeping cock while you gave him a wicked grin. The only warning he had was your wink before you spat on his tip, your warm saliva sliding down his shaft and making him toss his head back while his balls tightened and then he was shooting cum all over his fingers and letting out a low groan.

“When are you gonna quit being a fucking cunt?” He snarled when you gripped his hand and brought it up to your face so you could lick his cum off.

“It’s only been ten days, Bobby, you need to toughen up.” You nipped at the pad of his thumb before releasing him, sliding back into your seat and pulling your skirt down as you glanced out the window again. “There he is, zip yourself up.”

Bobby just grumbled as he tucked himself back into his pants, hissing at you when you rose out of the car while he was still straightening himself out. You pulled out your knife and tucked it into your wrist as you stalked towards the mark, not even trying to hide as you swayed your hips temptingly and gave him a salacious grin as you moved closer. The man was eyeing you lasciviously as you moved closer, letting you slide right up to him as he pulled out a cigarette and reached his other hand out to tease at the edge of your skirt. Then you flicked your knife out and plunged it into his neck before Bobby had even closed his door, wrenching it back out of his throat and tutting as he tried to staunch the flow of blood with his hands. 

You turned back to Bobby with a smirk on your face, a bright spray of blood across the front of your body that made him want to pin you to the hood of the car and fuck you until you were screaming. But then you gave him a warning look and pulled out a cigarette, propping yourself against the car and nodding towards the body expectantly as you started smoking.

“This shit is getting too easy.” You took a long drag while Bobby scooped up the body, smiling around the cigarette when he shot you an annoyed glare. “Don’t be such a bitch, Bobby. Let’s get this taken care of so I can make sure I get enough rest for my big date tomorrow. Gonna see if I can get that sweetheart cop to put out already.”

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Eighteen hours later you were leaning against your front door while Officer Bill gently pressed his lips to yours, his hand cupping your cheek as he kissed you and murmured how beautiful you were. It was taking a lot of willpower to not roll your eyes at the man. He wasn’t even slipping you any tongue.

You managed to unlock your door without looking at it and he pulled away with reluctance, his hand drifting down your neck and briefly skimming over the swell of your breast before he tried to step back. He was trying to hide how bad he wanted it, biting his lip and hunching over to hide the growing tent in his slacks as he gazed at you with lust blown eyes and opened his mouth to say goodbye.

“Wait, Bill.” You broke out your innocent eyes, batting your lashes at him and letting out a soft moan that had him itching to mold his body to yours. “Don’t you wanna come in?”

“Baby, are you sure?” His hand reached out to grip your waist as he gazed at you like you were some sweet thing that needed to be protected from all those bad men you’d been with before. You were gonna ruin him.

“I’m sure.” You pulled him into your house and peeked over his shoulder as you closed the door, smirking when you saw the curtains at Bobby’s place move before leaning forward to murmur right in Bill’s ear. “I wanna taste you, so bad.”

“God, darlin’. You know you don’t have to, right?” Jesus, it’s like he thought he was gonna break you.

“I said I want to, Bill.” You pouted at him and he melted into you with a deep sigh, purring when you started unbuttoning his shirt and smoothed your hands over his chest..

The two of you didn’t even bother moving out of your entryway as you started to undo his belt, Bill’s hands hovering over your breasts before he took the plunge and dug his fingers into your tits with a broken groan. You gently sucked on his neck as he continued feeling you up, one of his hands moving from your chest to cup your ass as he panted heavily in your ear. 

His head thudded against your door when you started kissing your way down his chest, humming to yourself when you finally got a look at his well defined torso. He couldn’t decide what to do with his hands as you sank lower, watching you closely as you gazed at him through your lashes and dragged your tongue over his nipple until he muttered a soft “shit”. As soon as your knees hit the floor all his breath rushed out of him, his chest heaving as you dragged his slacks down his legs while sucking soft bruises along the jut of his hips.

“Mm, look at that.” You cooed softly when his cock bounced back up against his abs, pressing kisses over his shaft as you gripped his thighs and hummed. “Gonna take such good care of you.”

“Baby, Jesus. You’re amazing.” His legs almost buckled when your lips wrapped around his tip as your hand slid over his cock in slow strokes, your other hand trailing up his thigh until you were squeezing his balls gently. “That’s so good, so soft...ah!”

Bill slowly slid his cock into your mouth further, just an inch or so while your tongue swirled around him and he cupped your cheek gently. You kept waiting for him to thrust into your throat and fuck your face like you’d been needing. He was definitely big enough to ruin your voice for a couple of days, not as big as Bobby, but still. But he wasn’t doing it, just making love to your mouth halfway as he gazed at you like you were some precious little thing.

How fucking frustrating, you could’ve stabbed him. If it was Bobby you would have, that would get him to give you what you needed.

You could feel him starting to twitch against your tongue and gripped his base hard to hold him in place when he tried to pull himself back until he was shooting his cum against the roof of your mouth. He groaned as he watched you swallow everything he gave you, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheek slowly until your throat stopped constricting and you let him slide out of your mouth with a wet slurp.

“Sweetheart, that was fantastic, c’mere.” He helped you to your feet and pulled you close to his chest, avoiding your attempt to press your lips to his and opting for kissing your forehead instead. “Let’s get you a drink and then I just wanna hold you for a while.”

Fuck’s sake, good thing you were looking forward to completely ruining this asshole or this chivalrous nonsense would piss you off. 

It was an hour later when he finally left, and as soon as your door closed behind him your eyes rolled so far back in your head they might have stayed there if given the chance. That idiot wouldn’t even kiss you until you had emptied a full glass of water, like if he tasted even the slightest bit of cum it was going to turn him gay. 

You were a little frustrated, Bill was sweet but that wasn’t what you needed. So you threw on a sweater and strolled around the block so you could hop Bobby’s fence, pulling out your key and waltzing into his house with a low whistle. He rose from the couch where he was cleaning his .45, growling when you pulled your sweater off and started to unbutton your blouse.

“What the fuck do you want, kitten?” He ran his tongue over his bottom lip when you tossed your blouse aside, sneering as you reached behind you to unhook your bra. “You finally get fed up with waiting for that pig to fuck you like you deserve?”

“Shut the fuck up.” You shoved him when he tried to pull you close, slapping his face when he snarled at you. “Can still taste that pig’s cum at the back of my throat and was gonna let you fuck the taste of bacon out of my mouth but if you’re gonna be a brat…”

This time he wrenched your hand aside when you tried to push him off, dragging you to him by the back of your neck and smashing his lips to yours while you chuckled darkly. He hissed when you sank your teeth into his bottom lip and tugged on it, wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezing until your mouth dropped open to try to suck in air. You moaned when he spat onto your tongue before licking a slow stripe over the curve of your cheek while you keened. 

“Get on your fucking knees, kitten.” He nipped at your ear before pushing you to the floor and working on ripping his clothes off.

“No fucking marks.” You warned him before he gripped your jaw and delivered an open handed slap to your face, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your throbbing cunt.

He just smirked at you before smacking his cock against your cheek, smearing his precum over your skin before hooking two fingers over your bottom lip and yanking your mouth open so he could thrust into your warmth. Slick started leaking down your thighs when he immediately shoved himself down your throat and started slapping his hips against your face, completely cutting off your air and growling as you spluttered and gagged around him. Even trying to breathe through your nose was barely helping, his rhythm so vicious that it was a struggle for you to maintain consciousness. 

You dug your fingers into his thighs as he kept violently fucking your throat, one hand gripping your hair at the roots while the other curled around your throat so he could feel it bulge every time he shoved his tip past your gag reflex. His gaze was completely frenzied as his eyes met yours, grinning wickedly as he gazed into your eyes before he leaned forward slightly and spat on your cheek.

“That’s it, that’s it, you fucking slut.” He ground his hips into your face and groaned when you whined around him, drool leaking all over your face and dripping onto his balls as they slapped against your chin. “Goddamn tease, dunno why I let you play your stupid cunt games with me. Oughta chain you to the fucking bed until you remember who you belong to.”

Your sarcastic eye roll turned to one of pure pleasure when he moved his hand from your throat to cover your nose so you couldn’t take in any air, stilling his hips finally as he swelled in your mouth then spilled his cum down your throat with a roar. Blood was rushing in your ears and your whole body was thrumming with pleasure when you felt your pussy flutter around nothing, practically swooning when you came untouched as your lungs started burning from lack of breath.

“Good fucking girl.” As soon as he released you you wailed, the sudden rush of much needed oxygen to your system prolonging your orgasm until your whole body arched off the floor as he kept his grip on your hair and grinned wolfishly at you.

He pulled you to your feet and crashed his lips against yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth and groaning when you gave him a soft sigh. But then you were pulling away from him and shoving him off when he tried to wind his arms around you, laughing at the look of frustrated shock on his face as you started to collect your clothes.

“You did so good, Bobby.” You pulled on your skirt as he watched you disbelievingly. “Definitely washed the taste of pork out of my mouth. See you tomorrow.”

“Kitten get the fuck back here.” He stormed after you when you started walking towards the back door as you pulled your blouse back over your shoulders. 

“Bobby, you were doing so good, don’t ruin it.” You grabbed his face when he tried to nip at your throat, pushing him back with a sneer and ignoring the warning growl he gave you. “You know the deal, you get what the cop gets until I’m satisfied with your self control. Can you be a good boy for me or do I have to treat you like a fucking brat?”

“I’ll be good.” The look of pure rage in his eye just made you giggle, especially when you pecked him right on the nose and he let out a low growl. He wasn’t sure why he let you do this to him.

“Fantastic. I’ll see you tomorrow. And who knows.” You popped your head back in the door and winked at him. “Next date’s in a couple of days. Maybe I’ll take that mustache for a ride so you can finally get a taste of my sweet snatch like you’ve been begging me for.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Killing Mrs. Pronge: Part 2/3

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader (OTP)

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: You do your best to clean up Bobby’s mess.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (hand job), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!! Child murder (off screen but it still happens), staged suicide, domestic violence, excessive alcohol consumption, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Decided to make this three parts instead of just two, and this one is focusing on the cleanup after Bobby was a whole fool. Kitten is very pissed at our fave psycho daddy. This is hella dark y’all, be mindful!!! Next and final entry features our two murderers covering up to the cops and neighbors.

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You tapped your foot irritably as you looked at the mess Bobby had left you with, frowning at him as he downed the rest of his scotch.

“Couldn’t fucking wait, could you?” You kicked the body that was sprawled across the floor. “That fucking temper of yours is gonna get us caught. What the fuck were you thinking?”

“She was fucking pregnant.” He groaned and ran a hand over his face while you started sweeping up the broken glass, avoiding making eye contact with you when you snapped your head up and snarled at him.

“How the fuck was she pregnant, Bobby?” You tossed the glass you had collected into the bin and stalked towards him. “Were you still fucking this bitch?”

“I wasn’t fucking her.” He grabbed your wrist when you tried to grip his chin and force his gaze to yours, growling when you climbed on top of him and gave him a shove. “She drugged me.”

“That dumb cunt drugged you and stole your cum so she could get knocked up?” You scoffed before releasing him and rising to your feet, scrubbing the scotch off the wall and carpet with a frustrated sigh. “Stupid and crazy is a bad fucking mix. And you fucking fell for it, like a goddamn moron.”

“Watch that fucking mouth, kitten.” He rose to his feet and swayed drunkenly, taking the discarded glass from you and moving to dispose of it outside.

“Fuck you, Bobby.” You stood up and frowned at him. “I’m not the one who lost it and left me with an obvious as fuck murder to clean up, you stupid fucking bast…”

He stepped forward and backhanded you, sneering when you whipped back around and punched him right in the jaw. You laughed mirthlessly when he staggered at the force of the blow, his inebriated state making it harder for him to hold his own if you decided to really take it out on him.

“I don’t have time for this shit.” You moved to grab some sheets from his linen closet and started shredding them. “If you’re not gonna help me fix this, go shove your head in some ice water and sober the fuck up. Did you hit her at all?”

“Just once, in the mouth.” He rubbed his jaw when he stood up, basically pouting at you and shaking his head to straighten himself out.

“Of fucking course you did.” You started braiding the shreds together to make a rope. “At least you’re already bruised up. Story is, she attacked you when you got home with no warning, you managed to fight her off and chalked it up to her drinking and mood swings. But then you woke up and she’d fucking hanged herself. I’ll work on a note, need a sample of her handwriting. Where’s the kid?”

“In his room.” He shrugged uncomfortably when you started winding your makeshift rope into a noose.

“He saw you?” You wrapped the noose around her neck and handed it to him so he could fling over the loft railing.

“Yes.” He took a deep breath as he started hoisting her up, wishing he could just sit and drain the bottle of scotch.

“Fucking amateur hour here.” You moved to grab your bag, digging through it and pulling out a small amber vial. “Guess I’ve just gotta do everything.”

You moved to the kitchen and poured a glass of milk, emptying the vial’s contents into it after you warmed it up. Bobby was still lifting his wife’s body over the bannister when you walked past him, rolling your eyes at his petulance while you moved towards his kid’s room.

A soft sniffle answered you when you knocked on the door, and you had to clench your jaw to keep from growling at the bull shit you had to put up with.

“Hey Billy.” You put on your best sympathetic face when you walked into the room, groaning internally at the complete panic that was written all over the boy’s face. “How ya doing, kiddo?”

“What happened to my mom?” Ugh, he looked like he was going to cry, you hated this shit.

“She just had a little accident.” This was not what you wanted to be doing, you were gonna kick Bobby’s ass once this was over. “She’s at the hospital right now, just wanted to help you calm down a little bit, then I’ll take you to see her, ok?”

“Ok.” He gave a soft hiccup and took the glass of milk from you, raising it to his lips after letting out a deep sigh and relaxing a bit.

It was five minutes later when you walked back out to the living room, cracking your neck as you grabbed a grocery list to start writing a fucking suicide note.

“It’s done?” Bobby sank onto the couch next to you with a groan, doing away with the glasses and drinking the scotch straight from the bottle.

“Yeah, no fucking witnesses.” You did your best to concentrate on the note. “This is such a fucking clusterfuck. You gonna be ok to call the cops?”

“Goddamn it.” He took another swig of scotch when you set the note on the coffee table. “Why can’t we just get rid of the fucking bodies?”

“Because I don’t feel like dealing with our gossipy as all fuck neighbors whispering about what might have happened and brining some nosy cop relative into things. This nips that in the bud with a nice, easy explanation: crazy wino kills herself and her son when she finds out she’s pregnant with a kid she doesn’t want.” You looked over at him and sighed at the rage and frustration that was written all over his face. “Shit, Bobby, c’mere.”

You crawled towards him and moved to straddle his lap, resting your forehead against his and tracing his jaw with your fingertips. He groaned when you slid a hand between the two of you to stroke his cock over his pants, leaning forward to nip at your lips while his hands curled around your hips.

“Baby, fuck.” He nuzzled into your throat when you undid his slacks and reached into them to wrap your hand around his dick. “Stay with me, I fucking need you.”

“God, you’re drunk.” You snorted when you got a look at the now completely empty bottle of scotch, moaning softly when he started to sloppily mouth at your chest. “I can’t stay, Bobby. But I’ll help you calm down, okay?”

“Please, ah… shit.” He whined into your neck before sucking a soft bruise against your throat, his hips bucking into your hand as he dug his fingers into your waist. “Kitten, that’s so fucking good.”

You rolled your eyes and swiped your thumb over his tip, stroking him faster while he groaned against your skin. His tongue dragged over your pulse as he fucked your fist, nibbling at your jaw when he felt his stomach start to twitch as you drew it out of him.

When you twisted your wrist, he let out a choked moan, running his hands up your back so he could press your tits to his face. He rubbed his face over your nipples, mouthing at them through the thin fabric of your shirt until it was soaked through.

One of your fingers glided over his frenulum and he lost it, growling into your chest and sinking his teeth into you as he shot his cum all over your fingers. You sighed when he kissed his was back up your neck, tucking him back in and redoing his fly before curling a hand around the back of his neck and kissing him deeply.

“Better?” You tilted his head back and waited for him to nod, running your fingers through his hair until he purred against your lips. “Clean up, sleep for a couple of hours, then call the cops. I’ll see you in the morning.”

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[the-iceni-bitch]

congratulations on your milestone, angel!! 💜 so excited to see the filth and fluff and all the fun stuff you come up with for your sleepover!!

im feeling shamefully soft tonight soooo..

i know we saw how bobby reacts when kitten gets hurt on the job (killed me emotionally, btw) and i know you touched a bit on how he’d react if she got hurt during sex so could we see a little more of soft (ish) bobby?

Oh man, kinda soft Bobby just hits different, but it’s so good!

No minors, guys, smut and murder and psychos and shit!

You tried and failed to hide your flinch when Bobby grabbed your waist and drove into you hard, his breath hot on your neck as he pressed his body over yours.

“What the fuck was that, kitten?” He froze when you let out a small whimper, sharp pain radiating from your side as you took shallow breaths and tried to power through.

“Nothing.” Your teeth were clenched against the pain and then he squeezed your waist hard and you let out a yelp.

“That motherfucker.” He snarled and pulled out of you, flipping you over slowly and curling his hand around the back of your neck. “What’d he do to you, huh?”

“Ribs, I’ll be fine.” You huffed when he rose to his feet and stormed towards the main floor of the warehouse, not bothering to pull his clothes back on and grabbing his .45 from the table.

You heard some muffled protests and then a shot echoed through the warehouse, rolling your eyes when the pleading turned to screams and then Bobby was walking back into the room where you had the bed set up. Blood was spattered all over him when he crawled back next to you, pulling you close and pressing his lips to yours as he rolled until you were laying on top of him.

“We’re supposed to be getting information out of that asshole, Bobby.” You ran your tongue over his lips slowly, letting out a low hum when he teased his tip through your soaked folds and slowly slid inside you.

“We still can, it was just a gut shot.” He groaned when you slowly circled your hips, holding your hips as gently as he could and barely rocking against you. “We’ve got twenty minutes before it gets dire, plenty of time for that sweet little snatch to cream all over me twice.”

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[littlelioncub43]

Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy)

He Sees You When You're Sleeping (And He Knows When You're Awake) 🌶😈

Submission for Happy Hoe-lidays 2021 Writing Challenge

Summary: Your neighbor Robert doesn't celebrate Christmas, but there was one thing that was on his wishlist— you.

Evil Woman 🌶😈

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.

Drabbles/HC:

Fear and Mercy 😈🌶

Summary: Bobby is afraid of how good of a mood you've been in lately, but he can't help but revel in it.

We've Only Just Begun 😈🌶

Summary: Basement Husband!Robert Pronge learns he's in for a long night.

He Hates It 😈🌶

Summary: Robert hates when you peg him. But not really.

Above The Law? Not a Chance🍬☕️

Summary: Bobby comes home to find you bruised and beaten. When he finds out who did it, the only thing on his mind is seeking justice.

Get Down on Your Knees 🌶🍬

Summary: Your new boots require some special attention, and thankfully, Bobby can give em what they deserve.

You Leave Me Breathless🌶🍬

Summary: Bobby loves kissing you breathless, he loves how you try to fight him, and he loves how you always give in.

I Was Here First 🌶

Summary: You and Bobby have the same target, but you get there first.

It Was A Matter of Time 😈🌶🍬

Summary: Being locked inside all the time isn't as bad as you think it is, you're finally accepting your place. Bobby knew it was a matter of time.

Watch Your Mouth 😈

Summary: Robert has a mouth on him, and it's about time someone taught him a lesson.

Why Can't You Be Good? 😈

Summary: Robert breaks one of the rules and you're less than pleased about it.

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[the-iceni-bitch]

Okay but like, would Robert ever let slip just how much he loves her? Because I bet she'd tease the fuck out of him for it for weeks, but secretly, she's just as gone for him and I'm living for it.

Those two crazy, fucked up psychopaths 💕

Listen, I tried so hard to not make this a little soft and I failed miserably, so I’m sorry, all of you are gonna have to deal with some feels.

Bobby wasn’t even thinking as he sped through the red light, taking the turn towards the clinic quite a bit faster than advisable as he glanced at you in the passenger seat.

Your face was ashen from blood loss, your jaw clenched tight as you held the tourniquet taut above the bullet wound in your thigh. It had thankfully missed the artery, but you were still bleeding like a mother fucker.

“Kitten, hey, don’t you fucking pass out on me!” He reached out and slapped you when your eyes started to drift closed, letting out a deep breath when you came back with a jolt. “Just, hold on for a bit, ok? We’re almost there.”

“Yeah, if a fucking cop doesn’t pull us over first, you need to calm down.” The smile you gave him was strained, and he could feel his heart thumping against his chest at how gone you already looked. “Won’t matter if I bleed out if you get us pulled over when we’ve got a fucking body in the trunk.”

“Shut your fucking mouth.” He slammed on the brakes when he pulled into the lot, jumping over the hood when he got out so he could pull you out of the car. As soon as he dragged you to the back door he was pounding on it viciously. “Open the fuck up!”

An annoyed looking doctor shoved the door open and ushered the two of you inside, showing Bobby to the mini surgery suite he had set up and helping him lift you onto the table.

“How long ago did she get shot?” The doctor started cutting your jeans off and Robert hissed when he got a good look at the wounds.

“15 minutes. It was a fucking .357.” He didn’t even realize he was squeezing your hand, gripping you so hard the small bones were grinding together. “You’re gonna fucking fix her.”

“I’ll do my best.” He moved to go wash up after grabbing his tools.

“You’re not hearing me.” Bobby grabbed his .45 and slammed it on the table. “You fix her, or I fucking kill you.”

“Jesus Christ, Bobby.” You rolled your eyes at him and pulled your hand out of his grip. “You’d think you were in love with me or something.”

He growled deep in his chest as he turned his eyes back to yours, gripping your jaw and tilting your face towards his as he bent to rest his forehead against yours. You breathed deeply as his gaze bored into yours, getting a little lost in the intensity that was emanating from his eyes.

“I am in love with you, you stupid fucking cunt.”

Your hysterical laughter had him letting out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding. If that was your reaction to him saying he loved you for the first, and potentially only time, your were gonna be fine.

“Well fuck me bloody, Bobby, your timing is shit.” Your chest was still shaking with laughter as you sagged back against against the table.

“Yeah.” He pressed his lips to yours desperately before straightening back up. “Don’t you fucking die on me, kitten.”

His gaze lingered on you as one of the nurses ushered him out of the room, his adrenaline finally starting to go down when he leaned against the wall and sank to the floor. His hands were shaking as he buried his face in them, trying to regulate the emotions that were threatening to bubble to the surface as he thought about what he would do if he lost you.

Someone tapped his shoulder an hour later and he stood up with a jolt, he hadn’t even realized he’d passed out. The nurse just gave him a concerned look as she showed him back to where you were waking up, his breath leaving him shakily once he got a look at you. He nodded while the doctor went over everything you would need once he got you home, his eyes never leaving yours as he took everything in.

As soon as he had loaded you into the car and started driving you were grinning wickedly at him, making him sigh deeply when you leaned over the console to nuzzle into his shoulder.

“So, you fucking love me, huh Bobby?” He just grumbled when you started to suck a bruise against his jaw. “Think you know what that means.”

“Yeah, kitten.” He wrapped an arm around you and pulled you close as he continued driving, pressing his lips to your hair with a low hum. “Time to kill my cunt of a wife.”

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