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babyjakes · 4 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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cottagecheese1 · 11 months

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Knocking on the devils door

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

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you go to college?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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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.

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

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

Word Count: 1,927

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

Kisses 💋

—K

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

And Bobby hates being confused.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you.

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scuddish · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as ROBERT “MR. FREEZY” PRONGE THE ICEMAN 2012 | dir. Ariel Vromen

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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'Easy Money' Masterlist:

Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 2 years

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His Fucktoy

Kinktober 2022 - Day 4

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

Kink: Degrading

Words: 1.7k

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Chum The Waters

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

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

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

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

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

“Yes ma’am.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“It was six bags.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, boss.”

“How did it go?”

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

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

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

“What do you have for me?”

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

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

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

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

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

Bobby was one of those men.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

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

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

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

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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foxgloveprincess · 1 month

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For whenever you feel inspired to play with him: Feeezy + pressed together in a tight space + “Ohhh, kitty cat, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 🫠 I think I just hurt myself writing this lollll.

Sweet Jesus, Siri. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk 🥴 This is giving A.W.A. Freezy before he took his princess.

Warnings: Dark AU, Prequel, Predatory Behavior, Housing Instability, Income Instability, Innuendo and Suggestion, Manhandling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).

Word Count: 1,600

Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing, themes, dynamics, or warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Thank you!

The stone concrete of the park table bench grinds into your thighs. But it’s a free place to sit and spend your time. Plan your future—if you even have one. The coins spread across the table. You flip each one face up and sort them out. It’s all so bleak.

You check the time on your watch and sigh. You’ll have to head back to Vera’s soon. She’s not your first choice for couch surfing, but she always says yes when no one else does. Staring hard at the coins, potential plans formulate. If only you could land a solid job or two, not like the one at the hotel that only calls you when they need extra hands.

The cheery, mechanical tones of the ice cream truck chime across the playground. You glance up, the same Mr. Freezy truck that stops by every day. The same ice cream man. It’s no substance, but you get up from your seat for the soft serve, scraping every penny up from the tabletop.

You hang to the back of the line, arms crossed over your chest and gaze cast to your feet. Shuffling along, you finally get to the front. You glance over at the menu, catch sight of his back, his hands digging around in his freezer.

“What can I get for you?” he asks, tone harsh and impatient.

“Good afternoon, Mr. Pronge,” you say, clear and loud—knowing the exact steps to this little game the two of you play.

He straightens and spins quick, leaning out his window a bit to get closer to you.

“Oh, hi.” His lips tilt in the inkling of a smile. His tone far more friendly, though still not soft. You don’t think he knows how. “Soft serve?”

“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod.

He gets to work, eyes glancing your way every so often. “You want it dipped?”

“Yes, please.”

He smirks. “Been meaning to ask,” he begins, stirring the chocolate with a ladle. “What’s your opinion on stuffed animals?”

Caught off-guard by the question, you don’t reply immediately, though you keep your smile on your face.

“I, uh, I think they’re cute, Mr. Pronge,” you finally say.

He turns and hands over the cone. You thank him and grab a couple of napkins from the holder.

“Cause I was thinking.” His shoulders shrug, but his eyes remain focused, intense. “I have a bunch laying around and I got no need for ‘em.”

“Oh.” You stare at him a moment, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wishing you could accept. “I would love to, except I don’t really have space for anything right now. I’m sorry, Mr. Pronge.” You want to look away, ashamed of your situation, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be playing the game.

His eye glint behind his glasses. His jaw ticks. You wonder if you’ve upset him. A glance at your ice cream cone turns your empty stomach—free food.

You bite your lip and say, “I’m living on my friend’s couch right now. I can only keep what I can carry.”

Tears dot your waterline, but you sniff them away. Refusing to break down in front of the generous man. He already pities you enough to give you charity. One a day, everyday. You don’t need to look any more pathetic in his eyes.

“I understand,” he says, reaching out his window to pat you on the shoulder. An awkward gesture, but one from which you don’t shy away.

“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”

He hums and you take the first bite, teeth cracking chocolate. “See you tomorrow.”

You wave and back away. Already, your ice cream starts to drip down your wrist. You lick at your skin before wiping with a napkin. Another half hour on the park bench, then you’ll head over to Vera’s.

The lights are so low you can barely see. Music thumps around the walls, barely intelligible. No melody, all about the beat. Sitting at a table with your water, you watch Vera, strutting around the dance floor. She flits from one partner to the next. Her smile shines bright, and it makes you wonder whether she had been telling you the truth.

Trying to fix the borrowed outfit, you wiggle in your seat. The fabric clinging too tight to all the places you don’t want the attention. You glance around, people watching. Waiting, really, for Vera’s friend.

The flash of glasses catches your eye. Illuminated by the lights flashing up above. You squint. It couldn’t be. The hair falling around his shoulders, the colorful collared shirt. You’d never seen him out of his uniform. It was hard to tell. If only they’d make this place a little brighter. You shake your head and take a sip from your glass of water.

“You should be dancing,” Vera slurs. Her body slumps against you. Already intoxicated from a few drinks. She wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face too close to yours. “Come on.” She tugs at your limbs, but you stay put.

“I thought we were meeting your friend?”

She huffs and releases you, opting instead to cross her arms and pout. “We will.” You’re surprised she doesn’t stamp her foot with the indignation in her tone. “As long as you catch his eye.” She nods toward the VIP section and the man lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by women. “So, come on.”

You swallow and stand. This was not the opportunity you expected, but you’d spent your last cent today. You’d have to do whatever it took not to drown.

Following Vera to the dance floor, you take a deep breath, trying to block out all the bodies crushed together. They press and grind. You sway. Skin crawling at the perceived attention. A fish out of water.

You hate this music. You hate these people. You hate your life.

Your hips move from side to side, shaking off hands that grope and the press of strangers. You’re not doing this for them.

Avoiding the VIP section, you glance around the dance floor. The figure you spotted before stalking right around the edges. You move your way closer, but he continues his path. Like a predator in the wild. He scans every body and swerves around obstacles.

But you see him, now. The glasses, the downturn of his lips, the tilt of his shoulders. Mr. Pronge.

You lose sight of Vera in the mass of bodies, but you keep dancing noncommittally. Anything for the chance to save yourself. You spin around, hoping to carve out some personal space. Just something to keep the others away from you. Dizzy, you notice the approaching figure.

“What’re you doing here?” he asks.

You meet his eye and try to smile through your shock. “Hi, Mr. Pronge.” You lift your hand in a small wave and keep your body moving. You glance over your shoulder, searching for Vera.

“I asked a question,” he growls.

He steps forward, you step to the side. He keeps advancing. And it’s like he’s herding you where he wants you.

You reach the edge of the dance floor and his hand wraps around your bicep. Leading you away from the crowd and the crush. The volume drops lower and the relief it gives brings a genuine smile to your face. But it’s then you realize you’re pressed against the wall of a narrow, deserted hallway by the ice cream man.

His brow raises, waiting for an answer. You nod and glance around the small space. Chest pressing to his.

“My friend wanted to introduce me to someone,” you reply. Hands flexing at your sides. You wonder what you should do with them. Where you should place them.

“Why?”

“He might be able to get me a job.” You keep fidgeting, more nervous by the second with him in such close proximity. The moment dragging between the two of you.

“No one in a place like this has good intentions,” he warns, gaze burning straight through you—was that disappointment or contempt.

Your eyes drop from his in shame. “Thank you for the advice, Mr. Pronge, you’ve always been so kind to me. I should get back.”

You try to move away, to escape, but he keeps you pinned in place. His chest expanding with his breath, the buttons of his shirt straining. His arms raise, finding this place to bracket your body, one by your waist, the other beside your head. Swallowing the spike of panic that threatens to grow into an all-consuming wave, you meet his eyes again.

Something dark shines back at you. In the low light, his hunger finds you its prey. You freeze. Unsure of how to proceed. Balancing on a thin line. Still needing his charity.

“You shouldn’t quite trust me either,” he whispers, leaning into your ear, arm muscles flexing. You swallow a whimper. He inhales a millimeter away from the skin of your throat and chuckles, dark and syrupy. Your stomach drops, a mix of apprehension and appetite. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what I could do to you.”

Your tongue swipes over your lips. More thirsty than you’ve ever been in your life. You wait, heart pounding in your ribcage.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.”

And that’s it. All at once, he backs away. A scream echoes in the distance, above the cacophony of the club. Your head turns in curiosity. The music cuts and you turn back to the ice cream man, only to see him slipping out a side door and disappearing into the night.

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Is it ok to ask this

Dark reader x basment husband robert pronge hc + pegging and fingering him

It is 😄

NSFW below the cut. Warnings: dark!reader, non-con/dub-con, gun play, violence, anal play, fingering, spit as lub, praise kink, just— filth.

If it weren't for the gun pressed to the back of his head, Robert would have killed you the moment your spit covered fingers stroked his untouched hole. The cooing noise you made mocked him when he tried to pull away but stopped when he remembered your words.

'The more you resist, the rougher I'll be.'

And you were. He had the cuts to prove it.

"You're learning," you hummed and kissed along his spine so you could whisper in his ear, "good boy."

Robert fisted the blankets even tighter, unable to control the way his body reacted to your words. You giggled when you felt his puckered hole flutter against your lubed up fingers. You kissed his cheek, your alluring, floral perfume filled his senses. He remembered thinking how pretty you smelled when he first met you at the grocery store. He thought about how he'd taint that feminine smell with the scent of sweat and sex and tears and blood. The smell was mixed with blood and sweat, just not yours.

"Knew you'd like being a good boy, Bobby," you purred and slipped your finger into his ass, pressing the barrel of your gun into his skull even harder to hear him hiss even louder.

"F-Fuck," he grunted through gritted teeth, his body tensing up as your dainty finger filled him to the knuckle. You smirked and withdrew your finger slowly, only to pump it back into him just as slowly. Almost as if you wanted it to feel good, the thought disgusted Bobby. Especially when his body welcomed another finger like it was nothing.

"There you go, Bobby, taking me so well," you praise cruelly, kissing his shoulder a few times before sitting back to watch your fingers disappear inside him. "Would you look at that? Youre so fucking pretty bent over for me, baby."

Robert can't contain the whine that leaves his mouth when your fingers speed up, diving deeper and deeper into him until you graze along a spongey spot inside him.

"Aaaah!" He moaned when you hooked your fingers into that special spot a few more times just to hear him cry out. You chuckle and put all your focus into hitting that spot for him, taking note of the way his painfully hard cock is bobbing and flexing with need. It was a rule: he couldn't touch himself.

"You gonna cum, Bobby?" You ask gently. You knew the answer.

"Y-Yes!" He hoarsly growls, his arms trembling to hold himself up right. He never felt anything like this. The shame of being fingered, the shame of liking it— it made his cock unbearably hard. "M'gonna cum!"

"I know, pet. Your poor cock looks so hard. Do you want me to touch it?" You hum.

"Please! Fuck— please!" He practically screams. He needed you to touch him or he was going to die. You smirked, even though he couldn't see it, Robert heard it in your words.

"No. You're going to cum like this," you say sternly, sliding another finger into him, stretching him out more than he thought possible. Robert wanted to die at your words, he yelped when all three of your fingers pressed into his g spot. "You're gonna cum like the whore you are, and you're going to fucking thank me for it. Do you understand me?"

When he didn't answer you fast enough, you brought the handle of your handgun down on his head, not too hard but enough to send the message. He grunted at the hit, his ass squeezing around your fingers.

"Do you fucking understand me?" You growled in warning, a warning that Robert heeded.

"Yes! Yes, I understand!" He responded through gritted teeth and throaty whimpers of pleasure. You sped your fingers up even more, smiling at how his hips start pushing back on you. His cock flexes a few more times between his thighs, the pitch and volume of his moans getting higher and louder each time. Robert hangs his head, his body betrayed him as the pleasure overtook him.

"F-FUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!" He bellows as he finally releases. His cum sprays the bedding beneath you both. Ribbons of pearly white cum shoot from his reddened tip over and over and over, leaving Robert light headed and trembling. He's never cum so hard in his entire fucking life.

"Oh, such a good boy," you purr happily behind him as he cums, your fingers slow down but milk him for all he's worth. Gingerly, you slide your fingers from his used hole. You can't help but gaze with pride at how wrecked he looks. Robert uses every ounce of strength left in him to keep himself upright.

"I always knew you'd look so pretty like this, Bobby."

He can't find the words to respond and chooses to stay silent, if the double-ended dildo laying next to him is any clue— the night was far from over.

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recschrisevans · 2 years

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y\n - i'm cold

Jake, Syd, Lucas - I can't change the temperature

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y\n - I'm cold

Colin, Ari, Jonhy, Nick, Jake, Steve, Me, Mace(Hugging you) - Come here baby, I'll warm you up!

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y\n - I'm cold

Curtis, Frank, Paul, Andy (taking off his surly coat) - I told you to bring a jacket, take mine!

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y\n - I'm cold

Bryce, Ransom, Mr Freezy, Lloyd (taking off a jacket from a random person and giving it to you) - Here, dear!

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3

Summary: Sundae and you get jealous

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

Rating: mature

Warnings: language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.1K

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This is a bad idea. Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was. Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.

Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside. “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you. “He called.”

“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.

“We gotta…freaking fix that.”

“She’s confused. She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory. “See? Cherry.”

“Dadadadadadadada!”

Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”

“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What? You’re the one bringing it up. There’s video evidence to prove it.”

“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her. “We’re freaking talking. How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”

“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting. “No no!”

“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him. “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”

“No no! My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman. “My!”

“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel. Who was this woman? Where did she come from? And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset. “Sundae, baby, come here.”

“No no! Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman. Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s. “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.

“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice. It was grating on your nerves. Cloying in the sound. Like nails on a chalkboard.

“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up. He didn’t care. All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to. “She’s confused because I was in prison. Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case. Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe. She was pregnant with my child. You know, standard stuff. He…freaking protected her. And took care of her, didn’t you?”

“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him. Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him. “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him. Had been watching the door every time it opened. Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him. But right now, he didn’t deserve that.

“Baby?”

“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers. You didn’t like anything about this woman. But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second. You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.

Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous. He could see it in your eyes. Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman. Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy. This he couldn’t have.

He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae. You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him. It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.

“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside. Come on.”

“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out. Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different. Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home. She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.

“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman. Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman. Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel. He would do it. You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her. Didn’t like how she was touching him. You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it. “Mama, out!”

“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside. Come on.”

“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her. You were one thing. He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?

Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours. “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face. You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people. She could get trampled on. Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”

Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person. Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger. Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms. “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest. Rocking himself back and forth. He missed her as well.

“Is she the only one?” You glare at him. He was being unfair. You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people. “I see.”

“Cherry, it’s not like that.”

“Then tell me what it’s like? Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”

“He is her father, and I love him. I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you. “He’s a part of my life.”

“Yes, and you’ve made that clear. And I’m not in that equation anymore. You got what you needed out of me.”

“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”

“We’re talking now. You both used me. And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough. This was silly, this back and forth. And he was the third wheel. “I developed feelings for you and Sundae. And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true. This was a bad idea.

“And I can’t watch you two. I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”

“I never fucking said that. Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around. “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk. This needs to be done in goddamn private.”

“Then you should have asked for just me. I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek. Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him. A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips. “I’m not your daddy.”

“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her. Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.

“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman. “She’s fucking screaming for you.”

“Then deal with her! She’s your daughter. Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying. Walking into the house, and into your bedroom. Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation. “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”

“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”

“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house. He didn’t want to hear Sundae. Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped. Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset. “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”

“You better shut your goddamn mouth. I was going to fucking tell you something.”

“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert. “Tell me! What the hell do you even have to say? Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought. Choked. If you’ve got something to say, say it.”

“She loves you!”

“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard. He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here? You were right. This was a bad idea. “Go on, tell me? Which fucking one, Freezy? Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off! I don’t fucking need this shit. Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.

Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen. All of them frozen, and scared to move. “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”

He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground. “Out! Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath. Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky. Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here. Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.

He was confused. Cherry was the only exception. He loved Cherry in his way, too. But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you. Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together. “Fuuuck!” He screams again. He didn’t know. Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.

He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away. Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter. Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever. This would not happen again.

He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby. “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily. Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest. “There there, darling. It’s going to be okay. Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right. Man to man. Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes. “Is her sleepy? Her needs her little ice cream cone.”

There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl. Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone. Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head. He would make it right. You and Sundae were not going to be upset again. Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family. He was in fact, the cherry on top.

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