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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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laz3otakugirl · 7 months

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Everything to hide

A/N: Look guys, I got issues. I can only imagine this man as a daddy istg.

Stepdad!Robert Pronge x little!Reader: Your mom goes on a trip to Vegas and comes back with an ice cream man as your new daddy

TW: RAPE/NONCON, dark, age regression (if ya'll aren't into that just in case), ddlg, blackmail, threats, spanking, dumbification, degradation, choking, reader uses a pacifier and nursing bottle

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Let's be honest. You knew letting your mom go on that trip with her friends was a bad idea, but after everything you also knew she needed something to use as a distraction. Your aunt had died a month ago as a victim to one of the many serial killings happening in your city, her mangled corpse was hanging from your guys' tree, it's been chopped down ever since. Your aunt was your mom's arm to cry on after your dad died, and now she was gone too. For the longest time, it was just your small family just outside the city filled with love and laughter, now it's empty and quiet. The shock of it all almost took your mother with her and despite your efforts, she was barely getting better. Two weeks later, she comes barging through the front door with a dopey grin and a pair of glasses with a smoky smirk right behind her. You freaked out that she just brought a random man she married, but after talking with her you realized that he was the only thing that has made her smile in so long. You relented, it wasn't exactly like you could do anything anyways, they already got married back in Vegas.

At first, you thought he was sleazy but he ended up being kind and thoughtful enough to your mother. It warmed your heart to see her so happy. You thought he was pretty creepy until he offered you some popsicles he made himself and you were hooked. Every time you got a "special" treat it gave you tingles, the way he smiled and watched you eat them had you feeling tingly too but you'd never say that out loud. Now it's been 4 months, and you've all gotten used to each other. You still live with your mom and worked from home to keep an eye on her in case she'd have another breakdown.

You were nervous about Robert moving in at first, after your dad had died it seemed like you were a lost kid again with depression and your intrusive thoughts kicking in. So you could only do what you knew and had allowed yourself small moments to regress in the small area you managed to set up in the basement. There was a built in bed on one of the sidewalls that your father built if there were ever guests. You ended up utilizing it and had set up string lights and some comfy blankets and plushies. There was also a small built in shelf that you could put your laptop on and watch cute shows. All of it was setup behind the stairs so you could have a little privacy, your mother usually never comes down because the basement was your dad's personal area but to you, it felt safe.

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Your mom had just left for business trip to Korea and you and Robert were waving her goodbye from the front door. As you went inside, his hand gently brushed against your lower back but you didn't think much of it. Going to the kitchen to grab a beer, Robert looked at you and said, "How are you doing with work, honey? Do you think you're gonna be okay without your mom?" He knew your mother would check in on you a few times while you worked to make sure you took care of yourself. At times, it seemed like you wouldn't sleep for days if you couldn't get something done. "I think I'll be fine, she reminded to set alarms to eat before she left." He comes up to you now and brushes your stray hairs, "Ok well, if you need anything I'll be right across the hallway." The way he says it has you a little off put but you brush it off knowing he's always been a little creepy like that from the first time you met him. After you thank him, he kisses your forehead and walks off to his and your mom's room.

It's been hours now and your eyes are starting to sting from staring at your screen all day. You look back at your phone and it's already 10pm, guess your eating some crackers and spray cheese (fuck off, it's delicious). You stalk off to the kitchen and grab your snacks, as you're walking back to your room you notice the basement door is cracked. Your heart drops and so do your snacks, you can't tell if the thumping sound in your ears is your heart or the sound of your feet running down the stairs. Once you get down there, all you can hear is loud groans and rocking coming from behind the stairs, you look back in horror and there he is. Robert could hear you from upstairs and was already looking in your direction as he fucks your pillow, "Aawww shit sugar, looks like you find my secret. Then again, I found yours a long time ago." Your eyes start to tear up, "H-how did you kn-know?" He's getting riled up from seeing you cry and starts going harder and rougher, "Baby, I found out a long time ago. I knew about your little secret from the first time I gave you that ice cream when you got out of school. His eyes darken with amusement at your shock, "Don't you remember? Your dad brought you to my truck after you got bullied and bought you a little treat. God you're cute little mouth licking that cream had me so fuckin' hard. Seems like you're dad caught onto me and rushed you out." At that point, you're freaking out and try to rush to the stairs. As your fingertips brush the doorknob, a pair of thick arms come dragging you back down and push you onto the ground. A hand grabs your hair and you can feel him grind his hardness onto you. "You didn't let me fucking finish the story sweetie. Ugh I was pissed off at your piss poor excuse of a father for taking you away, I'm so glad I killed him." Your screaming and kicking as he yanks your shorts down, "I spent all this time trying to figure out how to keep you, only for that stupid bitch to find me outside your window. Had me so fucking angry, I strung up that cunt's guts as a little present. God, your terrified face was hot I wanted to fuck your mouth until you choked." He's pressing one hand against your throat as the other is grasping his dick and trailing precum against your cunt. "Only took a little bit of watching to find out your mom was taking a trip and followed her there to marry her. Ah fuck! All these year of waiting, and you're my little girl now! My precious little baby, fuck after watching you on the cameras I set up, I couldn't get enough!! Your sweet little lips sucking on your paci and that fucking bottle ugh! I'm finally taking what I fucking deserve!" He shoves in all the way and you're screaming from the pain, he's so big and it's brushing against all of the right spots now. Your mind is hazy and you drop limp from the pleasure, eyes rolling back. "Fuck yes, there's my dumb little baby. Seeing you go dumb while rubbing that tight little cunt on your stuffies had me drooling. Huh baby? You want me to fuck your brain dumber? You want me to cum inside you? Ah shit yes, I'm gonna cum inside of you!" You're pleading and shaking your head no and he thrusts into you a few more times before you feel the rush of cum flow inside of you. He's petting your hair and shushing you as you sob. As you get up, he pulls you down over his lap and gives you a few hard spanks, "Tell your mother and I'll send her ass right to hell with the others." Crying in his arms now you say, "Okay..." "Say 'yes daddy, I understand.'"

"Y-yes daddy, I un-understand."

"Good girl."

A/N: HOLY SHIT THAT WAS DARK! Yeah yeah I'm fucked up but I really wanted to write something pretty horrifying with Robert. I'm planning on writing some little shorts of what he's done before the Reader found out so let me know if you guys' would want that. But thank you so much and let me know if you guys enjoyed it or not!

Bye loves!

#robert pronge x reader #chris evans #the iceman #mr. freezy

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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year

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Main Masterlist

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

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eulalielatibule · 27 days

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For your suburban dad asks…

Softer!Freezy.

That’s it, that’s the prompt. Do with it what you will 😌

Oh gosh 🥹🥹 listen, that one scene when it's Christmas and he yells at his kid literally breaks my heart soooo yeah this is how it should have been.

Rob is a single dad who works in construction.

His ex has custody of their son but Rob gets to see him on weekends and certain holidays, this year it's Easter.

He starts the day with a special Easter basket he put together, the best one he could find and afford. It's on the kitchen table along with some bunny shaped chocolate chip waffles.

"Whoa buddy, look what the Easter Bunny left ya!" While his son ooh's and ahh's over everything.

Later on he takes him to the park and to ice cream, which is where he meets you.

You're the owner of the little ice cream parlor in town, and when the father son duo step in you grin.

"Hey guys, what can I get you?"

Rob hums as he looks you over, how cute you look in your little vintage dress and apron. It fits the theme of the parlor perfectly.

He almost forgets to order his own ice cream and gruffly orders coffee ice cream in a cone.

When you hand them their ice cream they sit down and you speak up.

"You guys are my first customers today. I like being open for holidays though, gives me something to do."

Rob hums and licks his lips,

"You're not doing anything today? Working hardly seems like a fun way to spend a holiday."

You shrug as you busy yourself with a small task.

"I guess not, but when you don't have any family around there isn't much to do you know?"

Rob looks at his son who is messily eating his rocky road, a sad smile on his face as he nods.

"Yeah, I know what you mean.."

Wait this turned kinda angsty 😭😭 but it was soft!freezy and I ain't mad at it!!

#mr freezy x reader #mr freezy x you #robert pronge x reader #Robert Pronge x you #suburban dad sunday #my writing

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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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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Debauched, Deranged, & Defiled Masterlist

Taken into a home of hired murderers, you are used for their enjoyment in whatever they deem necessary. Whether it’s to offer them comfort, or to offer them a place to let off some steam, never tell them no, or there will be hell to pay!

Lloyd Hansen, Robert Pronge, Bryce Langley, Justin Capshaw, Ransom Drysdale, Chase Collins, Nick Fowler

A/N: this is an assassin AU and will have dark themes of kidnapping, using your body, a bit of Stockholm syndrome, and is going to smut with a bit of plot. Have fun with this. My work is also 18+ ONLY minors DNI

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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

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

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

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

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

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

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

He could still fuck you now though.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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brandycranby · 8 months

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♡▪︎ Glitter on Your Lips ▪︎♡

Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!reader for @astrorogers

a part of my asian reader moodboard series where east asian, south asian, and south east asian readers are represented. requests always open

*All pictures from Pinterest, none are mine*

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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.

Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜

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laz3otakugirl · 7 months

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Bottles

A/N: This is a continuation of Everything to Hide so I suggest you read that first but you can read this as a standalone I guess. Spoilers: This is BEFORE you find out he knows about your regression.

TW: Gross, cum eating, RAPE/NONCON, force feeding cum (you're not aware of it) THIS IS EXTREMELY DARK AND GROSS

This is explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Robert or "Bobby" as your mother liked to call him always seemed like a goddamn slob but was surprisingly clean with everything. If anything this man hated whenever there was a mess around and would scold you anytime you left something and didn't clean it up. The only other time he knew was considered gross was when he'd secretly go down to the basement and take your premade bottles for your "little" self after giving you your "special" treat that always made you a little sleepy afterwards. As soon as he knew you were knocked out, he'd grab the bottles and add his "secret" ingredients with a little sedatives and loads of cum that was always covered up by the little bit of vanilla you previously added whenever you wanted a bottle.

And goddamn this man can't help himself. Once you're in your little area and drinking, this man already has the hidden cameras on and jerking off like a mad man and cums loads over and over again into jar that he saves especially for you. He sneaks it in wherever and whenever he can, you're food, lotion, hell even your toothpaste. This man can't get enough knowing you have him everywhere. He loves doing your bottles most of all knowing it'll settle into the that soft tummy of yours.

All the while you remain oblivious to all of it...

A/N: Guys I'm genuinely sorry but I wanted to up the horror of it all and how much Robert has impacted the Reader's life. Sorry to say I will be writing more about what he's done before the events of 'Everything to Hide'. But anyways, I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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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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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How can he refuse?

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