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babyjakes · 5 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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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Cold As Ice, Robert Pronge

Word Count: 1k

“I work alone…”

“Yeah…you said that already!” she spat, shooting me another glare. My jaw twitched as I looked away from her and I pulled a cigarette from the pack, lighting up, “You know, you’d be a lot cuter if you cut your hair.”

“Fuck off!” I hissed as she messed with my hair, her fingers catching in my tresses and tugging on them ever so slightly, “I said fuck off. I don’t care how much Jimmy is paying me, if you don’t learn what personal space is you’ll be the next body in my freezer.”

“Ohh, someone’s touchy,” she giggled softly. I turned my head to look at her and she rolled her eyes, “you need to relax…get laid or something Pronge!”

“Pass!” I growled, giving her another once over before I sucked in on my cigarette, “especially not taking an idea that comes from you!”

She shook her head at me and turned as I parked the truck.

“Hey…where the hell do you think you’re going?”

“Going to check my surveillance equipment if that’s okay, your highness!”

A growl rose from my throat once more as I watched her stalk towards the back of the truck. My jaw twitched as I noticed her hips swaying. Instinctually I sized her up, watching how the skirt from her striped dress bounced, giving me the smallest peak of her red lace thong. How the short skirt did nothing to cover her shapely thighs and toned legs. How the dress hugged her curves, it’s white boddice so tight her cleavage was nearly spilling over the top.

Maybe the broad was on to something.

Maybe I did need to get laid.

I stood from the chair and followed her back to the back of the truck. By the time I reached her, she was hunched over the counter, her laptop scanning something.

But I wasn’t paying attention to the laptop.

My cock twitched in my pants as the skirt raised, giving me a perfect view of her ass, and slightly spread legs.

“Don’t even think about it!”

I stood stock still, my eyes not leaving her core.

“Don’t know what the hell you’re talking about!” I replied shortly.

But I knew that she could hear the hunger in my voice, “oh, Fuck off, Pronge. I know what you’re staring at.”

“Not staring at a thing!”

She spread her legs a little bit more and wiggled her ass at me.

I couldn’t stop the groan that left the back of my throat.

She looked at me over her shoulder, a cheeky, wolfish grin on her face. Her brow rose, “don’t know what I’m talking about, huh? Because your cock sure knows.”

My jaw twitched yet again, this time joining the pulsing rhythm of my hardening length for a moment. I took a few steps further until I was pressing against her, the only thing separating us was the small, delicate piece of lace, and my white pants.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Angel…” I whispered against her throat.

A shiver ran down her spine, but she leaned back, rubbing herself against me; her slightly spread thighs giving my length just enough room to be nestled against her. I hissed, feeling her arousal through my pants.

Reaching forward my hands settled on her chest, cupping her breasts. Her nipples were hard, poking through the fabric.

“Seems like you want me to think about it!” I teased, tweaking the nubs.

She moaned, arching against me. Closing the laptop, she pushed it out of her sight, and I pushed her hard against the counter.

And this time I felt her twitching around me as she let out a sultry moan.

“You like that, you little slut?”

She nodded, pressing herself against me again.

“You’re like a damn bitch in heat,” I smirked. She whimpered when I took a step back, but a squeak passed her lips when I ripped the lace from her lower half. I licked my lips, noticing just how wet she was already. Sliding my zipper and unbuttoning my pants, I slid them down my thighs before teasing her once again. She hissed as the fabric of my briefs came into contact with her pussy, “what? Not enough for you?”

“More…”

“Beg for it..”

“Pl-please,” she whimpered softly, rubbing her backside against me. I held back as I felt her hole catch on the tip of my cock. The only thing separating us was my quickly ruined briefs, “ne-need to feel you.”

I took another step back and slapped her pussy without warning. The crack against her skin seemed to bite through the air, another moan following quickly behind it as her wetness coated my hand.

“Slut!” I taunted, slapping it again, this time one of my rings catching her clit. Her legs shuddered as she moaned even louder. I did it a third time and she squirted all over my hand, creating a mess on the floor. I tapped her pussy and clit while she did, her legs shaking even harder to the point of me nearly holding her up. When she stopped, I looked at the ground, and then back to her shaking form. Pressing my body over hers, I rubbed myself against her. She shuddered once more as I pressed the tip of my cock against her entrance.

She tried to lean back, but the fabric from my briefs kept me from stretching her open. I leaned up against her throat and pressed a firm kiss at her artery, “you’re nothing more than a slut looking to be used up and tossed aside…and I’ve got a job to do…so be a good little bitch and clean up your mess…and maybe I don’t tell my employer that his girlfriend was trying to fuck the hitman instead of learning from him.”

And with that, I took a few steps back, pulled up my pants, and started towards the front of the truck.

“I-I want you to kill him too…”

“You ruined my fucking pants!” I growled, not bothering to look at her as I sat back in the driver’s seat.

“Kill him too, Pronge…” she begged from the back of the truck, “I-I can get you his money…I’ll fuck you in the Caymans.”

“Could have fucked you in the back of my truck. Nothing special about a few pieces of land in the middle of an ocean,” I replied honestly, “if you get me his money, then we’ll talk, sweetheart. But until then, clean up your fucking mess.”

#chris evans characters #robert pronge #iceman #the iceman #mr freezy #cold as ice #one shot #1shot

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whatevergreen · 4 months

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“You Can Have Fun Too” poster, created by Mick Hicks for SFAF, 1984

"In 1984, Rick Crane, director of the (San Francisco AIDS Foundation) at the time, hired famed local photographer Mick Hicks to photograph two men for a safe-sex poster to be put in the city’s gay bars, baths, and other locations. Hicks worked for virtually all the LGBTQ newspapers in the Bay Area and had spent a year and a half photographing people with AIDS, chronicling their struggle with the disease. He quickly accepted the commission.

At the same time, a young Black man named Robert Gray, a native San Franciscan raised in the Bayview Hunter’s Point area of the city, and a proud sixth-generation descendant of the Georgetown 272 (a group of 272 African slaves who were sold, in 1838 by the Jesuit priests who ran George University to keep the school afloat), was rather well known in the Castro and Tenderloin areas. “I had started meeting and dating guys in my junior year in high school,” he told me. “I went to high school four or five blocks from the Castro. I would find my way up through the bar scene during that time, sneaking into gay bars and discos.” Of course, he realized that AIDS was rampant through the city.

One day, as 24-year-old Robert wandered down Castro Street, a man approached him and asked if he would pose for a photo for a safe-sex poster for San Francisco AIDS Foundation. “The gentleman advised me that a young photographer named Mick Hicks was looking for two subjects, one Black male and one white male, for the poster. Having seen so many of my personal friends succumb to this deadly virus, I felt it was something I needed to do to help stop the spread of this horrific disease. I asked myself, ‘Why not?’ With AIDS affecting so many of my gay brothers and sisters, I felt it was my responsibility to do something to contribute to AIDS awareness and prevention. I needed to take action, whatever I could do to be a voice of action and help my community.” He agreed on the spot to do the poster.

“You Can Have Fun (and be safe too)” read the final poster. The image that Hicks created featured Robert, shot from the back, embracing a white model (Hicks’ partner Nick Cuccia), his white arm and bubble-butt standing out prominently against Robert’s skin. Even the Chronicle columnist Herb Caen took notice of the photo. The sex-positive message of the poster advocated “mutual masturbation,” “erotic massage,” “imagination and fantasies,” and “limiting social drugs.” The poster portrayed and promoted gay sex as normal, expected behavior, and emphasized the pleasure that could be had while still protecting oneself against transmission of the virus. The poster caused a huge sensation and started appearing in gay bars, discos, and bathhouses from San Francisco to New York. Mr. Gray told me, “As the young kids would say today, ‘it went viral,’ no pun intended!”

(Castro, San Francisco postcard, 1984)

Regrettably, the poster also launched a two-pronged backlash, one prong based in religious prudery, the other in racism.

By asserting that gay sex could be both fun and safe, the poster was the first to portray gay sex as normal, healthy, and fun. Even before AIDS, gay sex had been viewed as aberrant, “unnatural.” As an offshoot of that prejudice, AIDS was thought by many as a visitation of the wrath of God on immoral men who were violating God’s law. How many times did we hear in the early 1980s, “At least AIDS is killing all the right people”? The poster’s sex-positive message was condemned as an affront to decency and family values.

Even more lamentably, the poster inadvertently shone a light on the racial animus within San Francisco’s gay community. As Rick Crane told the Bay Area Reporter in 2014, “Gays as a group were considered second-class citizens and, ironically, gays themselves were treating gay blacks the same way — as second-class citizens.” Although racial tensions had eased somewhat from the flashpoints of the ‘60s and ‘70s, there was still a clear racial divide in the bars in the Castro. The Pendulum was the Castro’s only gay bar where black men and white men went comfortably to meet; the other Castro bars catered primarily to whites. The Trap, located in the Tenderloin district, also catered to interracial couples. Thus, some of the bars and other establishments refused to display the poster, deeming it “unacceptable.” Regarding the response to the poster, Gray said, “I would go into bars, and I would hear the chatter amongst people about the poster. I heard some really positive things, but also some really negative, racially motivated things.

(Below: "Thyrell And Chris Outside The Pendulum Bar SF", 1986 by Jim James aka Photojimsf)

“At the time that I did the poster,” he continued, “I had no idea that it would be so controversial. Honestly, had I known this upfront, I might not have done it. But looking back on it now, I would do it again because it was the right thing to do.” But still, he laments, “Who would have thought that a photo would open my eyes to the racism within the gay community? We are so much more alike as a people than different. One would think we could get along better and come together for a cause greater than us individually. Being a proud Black gay man, I must fight harder than most for myself and for those who come after me.”

These days, Robert Gray is still that proud Black gay man who changed the face of safe-sex advocacy. Sixty-two years old now, nearly forty years since he posed for the SFAF poster, he is semi-retired and lives in Vallejo, California. He is now a widower, having lost his partner of 42 years (his husband since 2013). He remains quite proud of the poster to this day, even if that pride is somewhat tempered by what he considers a lack of recognition for his work. “I thought over time I would see the poster in the gay pride parades or that I would be given some special honor from major players in the movement, like GLAAD. There is still a lot of racism in the gay community.”

Adapted from a February 18, 2022 article by Hank Trout:

https://www.sfaf.org/collections/status/why-did-a-safe-sex-poster-spark-controversy-in-1984/

#lgbtq #lgbt+#race #blm #san francisco #aids #hiv

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deceitfuldevout · 8 months

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Deceitfuldevout's Chris Evans Masterlist:

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

One-Shots:

Poison Apple - Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Goth!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704554242553380864/poison-apple?source=share

Trust - Dark!Stucky x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704649373631528960/trust?source=share

Red Daughter - Dark!Steve Rogers x ExHydra!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704649377217724416/red-daughter?source=share

Sleeping Beauty - Dark!Husband!Steve Rogers x Wife!Reader x Dark!Bucky Barnes: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704649380328882176/sleeping-beauty?source=share

The Passenger - Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/704662523144765440/the-passenger?source=share

Ruining America's Sweetheart - Dark!Steve Rogers x Sidekick!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/726011254129524736/americas-sweetheart?source=share

PIty Party - Dark!Lloyd Hansen x Runaway!Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/715180927034294272/pity-party?source=share

Series:

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

Trust Fund Baby - Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/707813567777439744/trust-fund-baby-masterlist?source=share

#dark fanfiction #dark!fic #reader #dark fanfic #reader insert #fem!reader #dark!fanfic #dark!fanfiction #dark fic #my work #dark!steve rogers #dark!ransom drysdale #chris evans fanfiction

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

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needlereads · 2 years

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Needle's Masterlist

Welcome! Thank you for checking out these one-shots. Please heed all Warnings in each piece. All fics are 18+ only.

divider credit @/firefly-graphics

Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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Wrapped up in You || Soft!dark Ari Levinson x wocReader (a/b/o)

Artifice (ongoing) || SoftDark!Mob!Ari Levinson x wocReader

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

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Plenty Implied || Dark!Mob!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

Lie in Wait || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x wocReader

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

Good Taste (drabble) || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

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what-is-your-plan-today · 2 years

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Kinktober 2022

How is it this time of year already?!

So, Saturday sees the start of Kinktober from myself and @spectre-posts.

Make sure your following her, and my writing account @wiypt-writes . MOST of the fics will be posted by her account and reblogged on here, along with a link to the Masterlist.

Some are drabbles, some are longer one shots, some form chapters to existing fics. The kinks will remain a surprise until the date of posting, but will be tagged and labelled with appropriate warnings.

All tag lists which apply will be used.

And we kick off on Saturday with Mr Trash Stash himself, Lloyd!

Here is the running order:

Day 1: Lloyd Hansen

Day 2: Ari Levinson

Day 3: Jake Whyler

Day 4: Steve Rogers- CATFA

Day 5: Paul Diskant (Rock N Roll People)

Day 6: Curtis Everett

Day 7: Kyle (Perfect score)

Day 8: Steve Rogers (The Avengers)

Day 9: Ryan Ackerman

Day 10: Jimmy Dobyne (Southern Side Of The Sun)

Day 11: Frank Adler (Riding Free)

Day 12: James Mace

Day 13: Steve Rogers (Winter Soldier) (Stark Spangled)

Day 14: Lucas Lee

Day 15: Colin Shea (Monkey See, Monkey Do)

Day 16: Johnny Storm

Day 17: Bryce Langley

Day 18: Hayden Harvard Hotty

Day 19: Steve Rogers (Age Of Ultron)

Day 20: Ransom Drysdale

Day 21: Mike Weiss

Day 22: Steve Rogers (Civil War)

Day 23: Mr Freezy/Robert Pronge

Day 24: Jake Jensen (Too Loose And You’ll Lose It)

Day 25: Syd (London)

Day 26: Steve Rogers (Infinity War)

Day 27: Nick Gant

Day 28: Me

Day 29: Steve Rogers (Endgame)

Day 30: Nick Vaughan

Day 31: Andy Barber

Hope you all enjoy! Please share and get involved!!

#kinktober 2022 #kinktober #wiypt writes #spectre posts #spectre posts with wiypt

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georgiapeach305132 · 3 years

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Main Masterlist

All updates and new fics will be over @georgiapeach30513 and then reblogged to this blog. You can find the Masterlist here

Series

Man Out of Time

The never ending story about OFC Charlie Allen and her travels through the MCU with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes. I do not foresee this ending anytime soon, and I enjoy randomly writing chapter and shorts for it.

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Desperate Affairs

Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale. Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies. Are you the only one lying? This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters!

💋Part 1💋Part 2💋Part 2.5💋Part 3💋Part 4 💋Part 5💋Part 6💋Part 6.5💋Part 7💋Part 8💋Part 8.5💋Jake Jensen💋Part 9💋Part 9.5💋Meeting Andy💋Part 10💋Part 10.5💋Girl Talk💋Part 11💋Part12💋Part 13💋Part 14💋

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Mr. Freezy Pops (Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge/Paul Diskant)

Life would have been so much easier for you if you didn’t have a random run in with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge. Or was the meeting that random?

🍦Part 1🍦Part 2🍦Part 3🍦Part 4🍦Part 5🍦Part 6🍦Part 7🍦Part 8🍦Part 9🍦🍦Part 10🍦Part 11🍦 COMPLETE 🍦Part 12 *BONUS*🍦

Freezy Pops AU Drabbles/Headcanons

Sun Bathing

Little Bit of Blood

I’m Not Him

It Was an Accident

Pretty Girl Confessions

Visiting Robert with the Twins

We’re Keeping It

Life with Paul

Paul Returns

Who’s Your Daddy

Psychotic Trio

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Captain/Soldier

When Steve Rogers is on the run, what’s his girlfriend to do when after a year she’s had no response from him? Well, she gets in a relationship with Soldier Boy

🛡Part 1🛡Part 2🛡Part 3🛡

Meeting Soldier Boy

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Moon Rituals

As the last Moon Sprite you should stay safe behind your Faerie Ring but when a handsome Chase Collins waits for a Faerie outside of the ring. What does the witch want?

🌓Part 1🌗Part 2🌓Part 3🌗

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The North Princess & The Seven Men

❄ Prologue ❄ Steve Rogers ❄Colin Shea ❄ Chris Beck ❄

One Shots

The majority of these are just random and wanting to have fun with different characters/scenarios. And because I’m a slut for Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters why not?

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Sebastian Stan Characters

The Auction (Chris Beck)

Adventures in Underland (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)

Welcome to the Tea Party (Jefferson/Mad Hatter)

Dire Straits (Destroyer!Chris)

Here Kitty, Kitty, Kitty (Chase Collins)

Gossip Games (Carter Baizen)

Road Trip (Lance Tucker)

When You’re the Best of Friends (T.J. Hammond)

Just One Night (Frank)

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Chris Evans Characters

Game Over (Jake Jensen)

On the Good Ship Ares (James Mace)

Dire Straits (Ari Levinson)

Johnny’s Little Firefly (Johnny Storm)

Gossip Games (Ransom Drysdale)

Just One Night (Jake Jensen)

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Supernatural

The Three Sides of Dean Winchester

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steviesdoll · 3 years

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Hate You

Dark! Robert Pronge x reader

One-shot

Summary : The day when Robert first saw you, he knew you were made for him.

Pairing : Robert Pronge x reader

Warnings : Kidnapping

A/N : I don't write smut so don't expect anything smutty. Plus if there is a grammatical mistake just ignore it as my mother tongue is not English 😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅😅. If you show your support I will make more stories like this one.

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The first time you met Robert you knew he was somewhat creepy, so you always chose to stay away from him.

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It was a hot afternoon you were returning back from work. You were sweating, you knew you needed something cold.

Then you saw Robert's ice cream truck. You thought you may go there and get yourself an ice cream.

You then saw Robert staring at you from his ice cream truck. You couldn't see his eyes through the thick glassess he was wearing but seeing at the angle he was looking you knew Robert staring at you.

Finally you decided to get yourself an ice cream but your body told you to not to go there. You didn't listen to your body and headed to Robert's truck.

“Hi”(Robert)

“Can I please get an ice cream ”(You)

“Yea, afcourse ”(Robert)

He then gave you an ice cream and you took it from him .You licked it off and it tasted delicious.

After sometimes your vision started to blur and you felt sleepy .

“What is happening to me Robert ”(You)

“Sometimes you may see who is giving you the ice cream, sweetheart ”(Robert)

“What did you do to the ice cream? ”(You)

“Ohh nothing, sweetheart ”(Robert)

Then you felt Robert picking you up on his shoulder and carrying you to his truck. Then he dumped you on the floor of his truck and then everything went black.

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When you woke up you were in a cold room. You were handcuffed to the headboard of the bed.

Then you saw the door opening and Robert entering .

“Ohh sweetheart you're awake ”(Robert)

“You kidnapped me ”(You)

“Ohh yeah sweetheart, that's for your own good ”(You) “Think you would be my good little wife and I would be your husband. We would be a happy little family, you, me and our children. We would be so happy together”

“No”(You)

You tried to move to the edge of the bed but he caught your legs and sat on the bed with your legs on his leg. You tried to kick him but he grabbed your legs tightly.

“Stop fighting sweetheart ”(Robert)

He looked somewhat annoyed with you.

“Don't force me to punish you. It's your new life so just accept it ”(Robert)

“No, please leave me, please ”(You)

“I can't wait to ruin you, sweetheart ”

🍦The End🍦

@cheeseburgersstuff

#darling girl #Robert Pronge #Robert Pronge x reader #dark fics #one shots

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babyjakes · 6 months

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devils roll the dice | n, s, mf | kinkmas 2023 | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

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puffy clit club | ice torture

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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Call The Midwife, Robert Pronge

Word Count: 289

“Angela, let me hel-“

“GET THE MIDWIFE!”

Bobby bit his lip and nearly bolted away from his mate, heading towards the midwife that she’d hired for the natural birth of their hatchlings.

Behind him, he heard her scream; another contraction starting up.

“They’re getting closer…”

Bobby nodded, looking at the calm beta were-snake, “my mate, she’s g-“

“She’s in active labor, sigma,” she said very matter of fact. She pushed her glasses back up the bridge of her nose, “do you know how to tell?”

Bobby felt flabbergasted.

On one side, he could hear his girlfriend’s pained wailing, and on the other side he had a perfectly calm, middle-aged woman asking him questions he knew he didn’t know the answer to, regardless of how many parenting and birthing books he’d read at his mate’s request.

“She needs help!”

“BOBBY!”

His head shot back in the direction of the room.

“It’s time, sigma…go to your delta,” the midwife said gently, urging Bobby back towards the room before turning to grab some supplies, “I’ll be in momentarily!”

“Wh-what do I do?”

“Hold her hand and tell her how much you love her,” she replied sweetly, stroking the young bear’s cheek, “by the sound of it, she’s not having a hatchling like she thought. It sounds as though you’re going to get your very own cub.”

Bobby felt like his heart stopped in his chest, “wh-what? A cub? But she-“

“Is delivering your child….and we’ll miss it if you keep holding us up,” she reminded him. She gave him another gentle nudge down the hall, this time following him with a few towels and some last minute supplies, “now hurry. You don’t want to keep a snake in labor waiting.”

#school days #school days au #college #sigma robert pronge #robert pronge #a/b/o fic #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o #werebear #weresnake #the iceman #iceman #artificial alpha

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Series: Family Affairs

Mob & Biker AU; worlds colliding in these family affairs. Let’s see what happens for these mobsters, corrupt bastards and outlaws of the underworld.

General warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content See individual chapters below for specific warnings.

Status: In progress

Total current word count: 44,6k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

Moodboards by @chase-your-dreams-away & @dreamlessinparis

Upcoming story previews

Smutty Curtis drabble: Savouring Highs

Outtake Monsters & Heels

Monster & Heels

Andy Barber x female reader | word count: 19k * The Barbers’ letting go of some steam after being defeated by a loss. What happens when they go after the man who is responsible for all the trouble caused.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit force/torture, angst, talks of unstable mental health, mention of sexual assault (nothing too descriptive), mention of almost sexual assault, unprotected sex, oral (f+m receiving), fingering, blowjob, forced breeding, overstimulation, squirting, cheating for a cause, child loss, choking, so much smut, swearing and to be absolutely safe; DubCon, NonCon and BDSM (because it’s feral Barber). Sorry if I missed any.

It Will All Come Back - prequel

Ari Levinson x female reader | word count: 7,5k

* Ari Levinson came into your life like a wrecking ball, but is he truly the love of your life when you accidentally find out who he really is.

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral (f + m receiving), blowjob, sexual harassment at work, inappropriately touched, mention of taking a shot of vodka, fluff, heartbreak, mob related business; such as drug dealing, money laundering, money transactions, being lied to/deceived by a loved one.

Talk To Me

Curtis Everett x female reader | word count: 17k

* Being involved with your friendly neighbour comes at a price.

Warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, rape, torture methods: waterboarding & song playing on repeat, trauma, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, some light jaw grabbing, alcohol consumption, rough sex, edging, Sir kink, dom/sub dynamic, light BDSM elements, claiming, possessive nature, spanking, explosion, dirty/teasing talk, mention /witnessing drug dealing, witnessing a murder, gun use, gun violence, chased by a murderer.

Good for you - COMING SOON

Mr. Freezy aka Robert Pronge x female reader

* Freezy has set his mind on you and will do whatever it takes to get you.

Warnings: dark content, 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content

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The Darker Side Of You

Mr. Freezy ~ One Shot

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

Word Count: 9,283

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

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

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

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

Robert Pronge.

You thought it strange that an ice cream man could afford such a nice house in a nice neighborhood, especially with his wife staying home to watch their son, but you figured that maybe he had done well with investing in stocks. Or, perhaps, that maybe his his parents had left him their house just as your parents had left you theirs. Whatever the reason was, it was not your business.

Oh how you’d wish you had been more curious. If only you knew what was in store for you.

When Robert’s son started taking a liking to you, you weren’t surprised to see Robert coming around more. You didn’t notice when he would stare at you for long periods of time, or clench his fist whenever you would bend over to pick up a book to read his son, or the way his eyes traced over you while you made dinner whenever you had them over for dinner.

You especially never noticed him watching you night after night in your bedroom. Dancing around to Fleetwood Mac, your favorite album, as you got undressed and got ready for bed. You were also completely in the dark about about the fact that he would sneak into your house while you were asleep. Sometimes to watch you sleep and other times to get off to you asleep. If only you had known how close you’d gotten to being kidnapped a few times.

If only, if only.

“How lucky are you to be married to an ice cream man on a day like today?” joke to Mrs. Pronge as you wipe the sweat on your brow.

“God, it really is a scorcher today isn’t it?” she responds, turning the fan on as high as it would go. “Robert?!” she calls from the kitchen.

No response.

“ROBERT?!”

Still no response.

“I never know where the hell he goes,” she chuckles before grabbing the keys to his ice cream truck “just grab yourself something from his truck,” she smiles at you before handing you his keys. “Something for me too!” she calls after you as you practically run to the truck.

When you go to pull the door open, you aren’t surprised to find it locked. However, you are surprised at how many locks you have to go through to get the door open.

‘He really wants to keep his ice cream safe, doesn’t he?’ he think to yourself as you climb inside the truck.

As you make your way to the back of the truck, a small smile comes to your face at the thought of Robert taking his son out with him during the summer, being his little helper. When get to the freezer, they’re three more locks to get through.

‘Make a mental note to ask him about all of these damn locks,’ you think to yourself with a small laugh.

However your laugh quickly fades when you finally slide the door open and it reveals a frozen dead body inside. Before you have a chance to scream, an arm is around your waist and pulling you close, while a cloth is over your nose and mouth.

“Should’ve turned around when you had the chance, Sweetheart,” Robert chuckles in your ear, darkly, before you succumb to darkness.

“She didn’t say anything else? Everything seemed fine earlier, when I sent her to your truck for some ice cream,” Robert’s wife asks for what has to be the millionth time, worry evident in her tone.

“How many times do I have to tell you? She came to the truck while I was cleaning it, said she wanted some ice pops, she wanted to tip me for ‘em, ran inside her house, then she ran out and got in her car before speeding off. That was the last time I saw her,” Robert sighs, annoyed that his wife won’t just drop it.

“I know I know, I just...I hope she’s okay,” his wife sighs.

“I’m sure she’s fine,” he sighs, looking up at the clock. ‘She’ll be waking up soon,’ he thinks to himself. “I gotta go, I have to pick up that new order from Paul.”

“Why does he always give you these orders so late? It’s not-”

“I don’t know but if you wanna keep living in this nice house, I have to leave now!” Robert snaps, losing his patience and putting out his cigarette. “I’ll make sure not to wake up your or Tommy when I get in.”

He quickly made his way out of the house and got into his ice cream truck, practically speeding off as soon as the engine started.

He can’t explain what it is about you that makes him so crazy, but he knows that he needs to have you. He’s tired of waiting.

He had been waiting for years.

The first time he had seen you had been 3 years ago. He had just moved in with his little family. You had come home from college for the winter and the moment Robert laid his eyes on you, he was addicted.

You were a good girl.

Always wore modest clothes, watched her language, only brought one boy home (and Robert could tell from one look that he wasn’t satisfying you), and always did your best to be as helpful as possible.

The first time they spoke you were nothing but insanely sweet.

“Hi! My mom wanted me to drop this off for you and your family!” you beamed at Robert, holding out a pan full of lasagna.

“Oh! It’s so nice to finally meet you! Your parents have told us so much about you!” his wife gushed, pushing past him and taking the food from her.

Robert couldn’t help but stand there in a trance. He had never seen someone so...so pure. He had never wanted to destroy something so bad in his life.

“I thought that they’d be coming over with you?” she questioned, smiling at you.

“Oh, they would have loved to! However, my father is feeling under the weather, so we’re just staying in for the night. They both feel terrible though and send their apologies,” you smiled sympathetically.

“Oh, that’s awful! I’m so sorry! I hope he feels better soon!” his wife damn near cried, sympathy all over her face.

“Me too, it’s been like this for a while. Their doctor has been all backed up for a month, so we’re hoping to get him in before I go back to school, but I don’t want to dampen your holiday!” you smiled, though the tears brimming in your eyes spoke all the words you needed them to.

“Well, I’ll let you be on your way!” his wife quickly interjected. “We hope to see you all soon under better better circumstances, don’t we honey?” she questioned, nudging him softly.

“Of course we do,” Robert smiled warmly, suddenly remembering who he was supposed to be. How together he was supposed to be. “Maybe during the summer we can do something.”

He didn’t miss the way you smiled at him and he caught your gaze when you turned back to wave goodbye as you left.

The same look all women had.

He knew his scruffy and unkempt look made women who would never want him in a million years feral.

They’d seek him out in seedy bars, his truck when he was working in the park, and in the church parking lot when they were supposed to be good little housewives, praying for forgiveness about burning dinner.

Yes, all the neighborhood wives were the same, but he knew from the start that you were different. Even with the wives he forced himself on it never took much work because they always easily gave in. They only put up a fight to pretend they were good people. So they could later in life pretend they were once wronged.

So he waited and planned.

Waited for you to be desperate for him and planned a way for you to be all his.

The problem was no matter how drunk you got or how often you were alone with him, you never gave in to your desires. You’d never break up a “happy” home and you’d never sleep with someone you hadn’t been seeing for at least a month.

You were truly a good girl.

So, when your father’s sickness was diagnosed as cancer, Robert did his best to disguise his elation. It’s not like your father was in the best shape outside of the cancer, so he thought it would be a quick death. However, when he started to show positive signs a year or so later, Robert found himself back at square one.

Waiting.

That’s when he decided he’d act on his own accord.

He decided to wait until after you graduated because it was the least he could do. The middle of your senior year, your father’s cancer came back with a vengeance and, according to your mother, she didn’t think he’d last the rest of the year.

So, after graduation, Robert took it upon himself to do a mercy kill.

Your mother had always been an amazing cook and your father always spent time with Robert’s son.

Robert fucking up the brakes on your parents car was the nicest way he could speed up the process on what he wanted. At least your parents would be together.

Then the funeral came and went; you were so wrapped up in grief that you paid no attention to the adjustments made to your parents will. You had no clue that Robert had somehow managed to leave himself as the owner of the house that you would come to live in.

It wasn’t long after that, that you broke things off with your boyfriend. More grief and more crying, but Robert waited.

He’d make it all better.

When he arrives back at the warehouse, you’re just starting to stir. The most twisted grin comes to his face as locks the door and realizes that all of his fantasies are about to come true.

When you wake, you find yourself handcuffed to a bed and completely undressed, only left in your underwear.

‘What...Robert!’ you think, quickly remembering the last voice you heard and the last thing you saw...

“Even the underwear you wear is pure,” a deep voice chuckled.

As if on cue, Robert slowly emerges, not hiding the joy on his face at your terrified state. “Ro...Robert please,” you sob out “I didn’t see anything. I just...Samantha-”

“She didn’t know,” he chuckles “dumb cunt doesn’t know a thing about what I really do. What pays for that nice roof over her head,” he smirks, throwing his cigarette to the side. “ As for what you didn’t see, you saw exactly what I wanted you to see. So glad I waited for you to wake up this. It’s gonna be so much better,” he groans as he palms himself over his pants.

“Please don’t do this!” you cry out, yanking on the chains of your handcuffs. “I won’t say a word, I swear!”

“Oh, I know you won’t,” he chuckles darkly, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the ground. “I’m gonna make sure of that. You saw for yourself sweetheart, no one ever finds out anything. I’m extremely good at what I do. I’d tell you to go ask those nosey neighbors of yours from across the street, but they’ve been missing for some time, haven’t they?” he smirks in a sinister manner as he sets himself over you, laughing at the ear piercing scream that leaves your mouth, before caging you in between his two muscular arms. “I knew she’d send you to the truck cause it’s too fucking hot. Left that little gift there for you, so we could start this...relationship off with no secrets. So you’d be assured that no one could ever hurt you. No one but me,” he finishes as he hovers over you.

If you weren’t so terrified of what was about to happen, you would’ve been turned on. You always found Robert attractive and you were pretty certain he was attracted.

Well now you’re certain.

Robert is good looking and he knows it. His long hair, stupid mutton chop that would’ve looked horrendous on anyone else, and his body. You’d thought about what it would be like under that body a few times, but you would never act on it.

Never. He’s married.

That doesn’t seem to matter at all, as you quickly realize that everything you thought about him is a lie.

Almost in an instant, he’s on you dropping desperate and hungry kisses all over your neck and chest, while his hands work on tearing off your bra apart.

If anything were to have ever happened between you and Robert, this is the last was the last thing you imagined.

How could you have been so dumb? So naive? It’s not like you never saw him leaving the house extremely late and coming back in the wee hours of the morning. The little red dots on his shirt that you always suspected were strawberry syrup stains? Definitely confirmed as blood now.

“You don’t have to do this! No one has to know, I promise-”

“Sorry Sweetheart,” he huffs, pulling your panties down “I’ve waited far too long for you. Plus, by the sight of this wet pussy, you’ve waited far too long too long, too” he smiles up at you.

“No!” you weep, mortified at the arousal gathering between your legs. You definitely don’t want this.

“Should’ve killed your parents a long time ago, baby,” he all but whispers before licking your clit with the tip of his tongue. He doesn’t miss the gasp at the realization of what happened to your parents and the pleasure between your legs. “That’s right baby, needed to make sure I could keep you close by forever. Needed to make sure I have access to this pussy whenever I want. Such a good girl,” he groans before dipping down between your legs.

You do your best to fight the moans that leave your mouth, but he’s relentless. Bringing you off as much as he desires and letting out a pathetic moan whenever you coat his tongue with what desires most. You try to wrap your legs around him and choke him out, but his muscles make it easy for him to force your legs apart and keep them apart. He loves your fighting spirit and lets you know that when he forces two fingers inside of you, still eating you out with more energy than anyone has before, keeping his eyes on you to watch you come undone each time.

Shame and horror course through your as you come undone for him time after time, back arching as you grab at nothing since you’re still cuffed to the bed. You hate how he can make you feel so euphoric knowing all the sick and twisted things he’s capable of. The sick and twisted things he’s done.

“Knew you’d love this,” he smirks after getting you off with his tongue and fingers for a final time.

“Robert...please,” you pant, not necessarily sure what you’re begging him for.

“I don’t think you want me to stop, Doll,” he smirks, unbuttoning his pants.

“This isn’t-”

“I could hear you with that old boyfriend of yours, you never made the sounds with him that you just made for me now.”

“No, no, NO! Robert, your wife and-”

“I could kill her tonight and not lose an ounce of sleep. My son? Just collateral damage baby,” he smiles sadistically as he strokes himself. “Gonna destroy this pussy so much tonight and every other night. You’re all mine,” he huffs as he forces himself inside of you.

You cry out at the pleasurable pain, snapping your eyes shut and turning your head away.

“Oh sweetheart, is that how you thank me? Turning your head away after I got you off? After I prepared you for me?”

“Please stop!” you sob, trying to imagine yourself anywhere else but where you currently are.

“I’m done playing nice!” he yells, slapping you hard only making you cry more. “Eyes on me or me I swear to God I’ll make this the worst experience of you life!” he commands. You slowly open your eyes and turn your head towards him. “That’s a good little girl, gonna have you begging for my cock by time we’re done, baby.”

Robert isn’t gentle in his thrusts and he’s very vocal about how much he’s dreamed of fucking your tight little cunt. How he’s gotten off to at the sight of you sleeping in your silk gowns and while you dance around naked in your bathroom. When he feels you clench around him, a sick smile comes to his face.

“You like that, don’t you? Maybe you aren’t such a good girl after all,”

“N-no,” you sob out, ready to turn away but thinking better of it at the last moment. “It’s fucking sick!”

“Oh baby, the way your body is reacting to me is letting me know how much you love it. That’s okay baby, it’s okay to be a little slut,” he smirks.

Without even thinking, you spit in his face in pure anger and Robert doesn’t hesitate to slap with you full force.

You clench around him again.

“So that’s what it takes? Princess likes it rough? I can be as rough as you want me to be!”

Wrapping a hand around your throat he applies more pressure than you think you can handle, but you don’t want him to stop. You tell yourself its because you hope he kills you, but deep down in parts you’ll never talk about, you do like it.

He isn’t treating you like some delicate flower and he’s not afraid to hurt you. He’s using you like his own personal rag doll and it heightens everything for you. How could you be enjoying this? Getting off on him doing this to you? What the fuck does that say about you?

“You’re being such a good little slut for me tonight,” he whispers hotly in your ear, his hold on your throat getting tighter. “so much better than I thought you would be. Had no idea you could be so filthy,” he snarls just as the knot in your core tightens.

“I...hate...you” you gasp as you feel the knot snap and pitifully cry out in unwanted pleasure.

“Hate me all you want,” he growls as he chases his own release “but you don’t hate the way I fuck you.”

He gives himself a moment to get himself together before pulling out and grabbing his pack of cigarettes from his pants. He looks over at you as he stands up and lights his cigarette, a sick smile coming to his face as you cry and curl into as much of a ball as you can.

“Get yourself together,” he laughs as he walks off “we’re just getting started.”

3 Weeks Later...

The only time Robert wasn’t fucking you was when he wasn’t at the warehouse. Whenever he came back, he desperately needed to be inside you.

Especially when he was drunk.

“Never knew I could be inside someone so perfect,” he drunkenly moaned the first Friday you two spent together. “Never knew someone could feel this good,”

“Robert,” you sighed, pathetically fighting against him. You honestly didn’t know why you tried anymore. “Please, just let me-”

“Stop it princess,” he grunted, harshly pulling your hair “just let me make you feel good. We both know that I’m the only one whose ever satisfied you.”

“You murdered my parents!”

“Your father was gonna die anyway! I did him a fucking favor!”

“And my mother?!”

“They’re together! Considering what I do and how I handle things, I was pretty fucking considerate, don’t ya think, doll?” he questioned, pounding into you harder from behind. When you didn’t respond, he chuckled darkly with a small hiccup.

He knew he had you. “See Princess? I’m not so terrible.”

“You’re a fucking murder amongst other things,” you moaned, as you felt release coming on. “You’re a monster!”

“Don’t say that,” Robert moaned pathetically, before starting to trail kisses up and down your neck, his own movements starting to become erratic. “Let me take care of you!” he all but shouted as you both came undone at the same time.

You hated drunk Robert, because he almost made you forget. Forget that he was a monster and you were his little sex pet. Almost forget that he does terrible and vile things to other people just because. Almost forget that he completely fucked up your life in all the worst ways.

Drunk Robert was cautious but affectionate. He didn’t let you out of his sight, not even to use the bathroom, but he wanted to keep you in his arms. He wanted you as close to him as possible so he could kiss you all over whenever he wanted to. He liked you on his lap to watch TV on the couch in the little area he set up for you. He loved cuddling you close and nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck when he finally decided it was time to sleep.

Yes, drunk Robert was a charmer to say the least, but it all went away when he sobered up and that’s what made you hate drunk Robert the most. He never stayed long enough to let you truly forget.

When sober Robert came back, it was always with a vengeance.

Sober Robert always made up for the affectionate actions of drunk Robert.

“You’re going to tell her whatever she wants to hear, understand me? I’m tired of her fucking crying about how worried she is about you,” he snarled, holding a gun to your head.

He had come back in a particularly terrible mood on Monday. His wife wouldn’t stop asking questions and trying to figure out if she should call the police or not, and his son wouldn’t stop whining about how much he missed you. Robert had had enough.

“Don’t try anything funny cause I’ll kill them both right in front of you, before giving you the worst night of your life, you understand?!” he questioned angrily, pressing the gun harder against your head.

You sobbed softly and nodded listening to the phone ring, waiting for an answer at the other end of the line.

“Hello?” Samantha finally answered, clearly occupied by something else.

“Hey! It’s Y/N!”

“Oh my God! Are you okay?! I’ve been worried sick!”

“I’m fine, I’m so sorry to worry you! I’ve just been so busy since I got to my friend’s place! She’s going through a really bad-” you gasped when you felt Robert force himself into you, gun still pressed to the side of your head.

“Are you okay?!”

“I’m fine, fine! Just saw a rat and it scared the hell out of me,” you forced out a chuckle to mask the moan threatening to leave your mouth. “I’m just taking care of my friend for now!”

“God, you’re such a perfect little whore,” Robert whispered in your other ear. “You love this, don’t you? She has no idea I’ve been fucking you senseless and you love it, you dirty little thing,” he coos before biting down hard on your earlobe, making you clench around him desperately and hating yourself for it.

“As long as you’re okay!” Samantha practically sang into the phone. “Tommy will be so relieved! When will you be back?”

“I’m not s-sure,” you stuttered as Robert started to bite and suck on your neck “it all depends on when she gets better from her divorce, it’s been nasty.”

“Poor thing! Well you have nothing to worry about! I remembered where your parents kept the spare key and I’ve been sending Bobby over to keep the house in order and everything! It’ll be good as new when you get home!”

“Thank you so much and please thank Mr. Pronge for me-”

“Please call him Bobby,” she laughed.

“Please thank Bobby for me when you see him,” you say, fighting the urge to scream at the situation you found yourself in. You couldn’t even begin to imagine what the hell Robert had done to your parent’s house. “I have to go now...”

“Of course, of course! Call me if you need anything!” she called before hanging up.

You knew it wasn’t her fault, because Robert was amazing at what he did, but how could Samantha be so blind? How could she not see all the clues?

It was one thing for you not to see them, you weren’t his wife, but for her to just not question anything? It made your blood boil.

That’s why you let him fuck you senseless that night. You hated the situation you were in and you hated that she was so clueless to it all. You had come to the conclusion that she preferred to stay in the dark about as long as it kept a roof over her head, which was a huge part as to why you were trapped in your current situation.

Robert loved to tell you that out of all the women he fucked in the little suburban area you both called home, your pussy was the best he had ever had.

How the fuck could she be so blind to all of it? There’s no way she didn’t see the side looks, hear the snickers, or know the little giggles in passing were at her expense.

No, she had to know and she just let it happen. She let what was happening to you, happen.

You knew you’d never be able to physically hurt her, because you didn’t have it in you, but letting Robert fuck you like his own personal sex toy? You knew it would kill her to her core, so it all started to become easier.

Well...to an extent.

It was easier when you allowed yourself to forget who he was, what was happening, what he did, and what he was doing.

But what you heard at the beginning of the week made it all come to a halt.

“I don’t ask you for shit!” Robert almost yelled from outside of the room he kept you in when he business partners over.

“I’ve told you almost a million times,” another voice responded, a bit deeper and slightly exasperated “I don’t kill women and children!”

“Listen Kuklinski,” Robert started in a warning tone “I can’t do it myself, I’ll have too much heat on me!”

“I’m not killing your wife and son, find someone else who’s sick enough to do it!”

“I’d do it for you!”

“Lucky for you, that’s something I’d never ask of you,” the man responds, venom dripping in his voice.

You hear heavy footsteps retreating and a frustrated Robert yell and slap a wall.

He fucked you until you were too blissed out to talk that night.

That was when you decided that enough was enough. To kill you or his wife was one thing, but his son? You would never be able to deal with that.

“You need to let me go or kill me,” you sigh after your latest porn session with Robert, waiting for the camera to be tucked away.

His sick smirk slowly appearing as he lights a cigarette, “what makes you think I’d kill you?”

“I honestly don’t know what you’d do, but this can’t keep going on. Your wife-”

“Watch it,” he warned.

“Your wife will grow suspicious the longer I’m away. You either need to kill me or let me go back home. I won’t say anything and it’s not like anyone would believe me anyway. Not with how you have everyone fooled,” you sigh, laying back down, forcing yourself to ignore the disgust you feel towards yourself.

You’re literally the sex slave of a crazed serial killed, who clearly had no boundaries. You have even, in a way, become okay with it. Yeah, he’s terrible, but he’s all you have at this point. Waking up to a bed that isn’t empty? Pretty fucking nice, even if the guy sound asleep and holding you is a complete monster.

“Is someone mad because I had her fooled?” he snickers, getting on the bed and hovering over you, cigarette still in his mouth. “If I kill you, I can’t fuck this beautiful little pussy anymore, or that tight little ass.”

“A real fuckin’ Greek tragedy,” you reply as you roll your eyes.

“You really hate it here that much?”

“Are you fuckin’ stupid?” you shoot back at him. Your fear of him had almost completely disappeared.

Ever since he fucked you while holding a gun to your head while you spoke to his wife, which is something he really got off on, you can’t find it in you to give much of a fuck anymore.

He’s clearly crazy and doesn’t give a fuck about much, that includes you.

“You leave me in here all day, half the time I’m tied up, you feed me garbage, I haven’t been outside for weeks, all I have to keep me company when you’re gone is a fuckin’ TV and radio, the only conversations we have is when you talk about the frustrations of your work days as you aggressively fuck me, you killed my parents, and you’re keeping me isolated from the few family and friends I have left. Yes Robert, I fucking hate it here,” you huff, your glare finally meeting his gaze.

He throws his cigarette down to the ground (and you pray it sets the whole place aflame) before he starts to stroke himself. “You know that there’s nowhere you can run and hide from me, right?”

“I would never be dumb enough to believe that,” you moan as he forces himself into you.

“You talk to anyone and I’ll snap that pretty little neck of yours. Understand?”

“Perfectly,” you moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as he starts to pick up the pace.

“So fuckin’ responsive to me and you just want me give you up,” he groaned, before stopping. “Wrap your arms and legs around me, baby.”

“Robert, what the fuck-”

“Christ, just fuckin’ do it!” he snapped. “If this is my last night having you here, I’m gonna do what I fucking want.”

“Isn’t that how I ended up in this shit hole in the first place?” you mumbled, but do what you’re told none-the-less.

You let out a reluctant moan when he stands up, pulling you closer to him and further down on his cock, and he snickered. “You’re still gonna deny that you don’t love my cock being inside you?”

“Shut the fuck up,” you huff, annoyed that you can’t hide anything from him. Especially when he’s inside of you. You also hate the fact that after only 3 weeks with him you’ve learned a few things about yourself that you don’t like.

“That mouth,” he smirks “you’re not afraid of me anymore, huh?”

“I’m terrified of you, but what’s the point? No matter how much beg or how good I am, you’re still going to do whatever you want at the end of the day. So what’s the point of mincing words? If you’re going to do whatever you want to me anyway, I may as well make it well known how much I hate you for ruining my life. Ruining me.”

“I’m giving you back, aren’t I?”

“Yeah, we’ll see how that comes back to bite me in the ass,” mutter as he opens the door. “Where the hell are you taking me?”

“You’ll see,” he smiles in a way that makes your stomach turn.

Robert never let you out of that room. He has the place where he keeps you set up like an apartment, so you never see what goes on. You hear what goes on and the plans that get made, but you’ve never actually seen it. When you turn your head to look behind you, you can’t stop yourself when a high pitched scream leaves your mouth.

A bloody stone basin with dismembered body parts. Fingers, arms, legs a severed head....why the fuck would he-

Then it hits you like a ton of bricks.

“Fuck no! You can’t be that fuckin’ sick!” you yell, turning your attention back to him with what you’re sure is the most horrified look on your face.

“Yes I fuckin’ am,” he smirks as he sets you down on the edge of the basin “and I have a feeling you’re gonna love it.”

You cling to him as if your life depends on it out of pure horror and you hear him chuckle.

“Just let yourself enjoy it, Sweetheart,” he whispers into your ear before starting to pound into you.

“I fucking hate you!” you cry out, eyes clenched shut.

“I know you do,” he groans “and I love it.”

Robert wraps a bloody hand around your throat and you grip onto him tighter, nails digging into him as he fucks you harder with each pump. Your curiosity gets the better of you and you slowly open your eyes. You’re mortified at the site of blood all over you, all over the counter top, and body parts everywhere. You look down in the basin only to be met with lifeless eyes.

You’re living a real life nightmare.

‘How is the guy who gets drunk and tells me how I’m the only person who makes him feel something other than anger and hate, the same guy who can ruthlessly murder and dismember people? No matter what they’ve done...they can’t deserve this...can they?’ you think as you feel the knot in core start to tighten.

“Fuck,” you breathlessly moan.

“There’s my good girl, I knew you’d love this,” he smirks before biting and sucking on his neck.

‘How can he be soft with me, then go out and do this? Why am I being spared?’ you continue your inner monologue, trying to fight off your orgasm.

“Stop fighting me!” he growls, tightening his hold around your neck.

“No, I refuse-”

“Refuse what? Cause so far, you’ve taken everything I’ve given you and you despite what you say, you fucking love it!” he snickers, pushing harder into you, hitting the mark that drives you insane.

“I hate it and I hate you!” you moan, finally giving in and letting your orgasm wash over you.

“Doesn’t feel like you hate me all that much, Princess,” he sighs before claiming your lips with his.

That almost makes you stop in your tracks. Hes never kissed your before. Sure, on your neck and legs, but never your lips. That’s forbidden and unheard of, for both of you, because there’s unspoken rule that that’s crossing a line.

When you both break away, breathless, there’s something in eyes that’s new. Something that you’ve never seen before and you can’t place your finger on it. “I told you: tonight, I’m gonna do what I fucking want, and you’re gonna stop being such a bitch and quit fighting me,” he spat before slapping you, hard.

You hate that he knows how much you love that.

But you don’t stop him. You don’t stop him when fucks and chokes you so hard that you’re crying. You don’t stop him when he makes you admit that you love the roughness of it all and truth of what he does, and you don’t even stop when he makes you admit aloud he’s the best fuck you’ve ever had.

You let him get down on his knees and ruin you with his tongue. The feeling of his stupid mustache on your overstimulated bundle of nerves always had you screaming for him. He fucked you with his tongue and fingers until your will to fight him was gone.

“Fuck Robert,” you moan gripping his hair still trying determine if you want him to stop or to keep going.

“That’s right Kitten, purr for me,” he mumbles between your legs, smiling at view of you being a wrecked mess above him.

You whine in frustration when he gets up and pulls you off the counter top, only to have him roughly turn you over and bend you and thrust himself inside of you.

“Should’ve set the camera up for this,” he grunts as you grip onto one of his thighs. “All bloodied up and all mine!”

“I’m not yours,” you whimper, feeling the build up of what you know is going to be a powerful orgasm. ‘Bastard.’

“The way this perfect little body is responding me, I know you’re all mine!”

“Never! I..fuck, I..SHIT!” you scream, orgasm consuming you to the point your legs almost give out.

“Say whatever you need to to make yourself believe you’re still a good little girl,” he chuckles darkly in your ear, his own movements starting to get erratic “but we both know that girl no longer exists. You’re just a filthy little slut. My filthy little slut!” he yells, as he fills you up with his warm seed. “You...you may claim to hate me,” he pants after a beat “but we both know you’ll never stop wanting me.”

4 Months Later...

You sit on your (well Robert’s) front porch and look out at the street in front of you. Just like everything else in your life, its lost its beauty. You can’t remember the last time you saw beauty in anything. Maybe Robert’s son, when he greets you as he leaves for school each morning, but even that’s tainted, because he’s Robert’s son.

The first few weeks after you returned, you couldn’t sleep. Part of that was out fear, and the other part was that you were alone. You hated him for that. You hated him for turning himself into a sort of comfort for you. As much as you hated him, and you’re sure you’ll hate him forever, you also miss him in a way. You mainly miss drunk Robert, but unfortunately that’s still him at the end of the day.

Finding work in your field was basically impossible, and you were more than sure that had something to do with Robert, but you didn’t stop trying to find something. You wanted more than anything else to move out of your parents house and out of New Jersey. You wanted as much distance as possible between yourself and Robert. He had ruined your family home for you.

So, as the nights and days turned into each other, you tried to find things to keep your mind occupied. Your parents had left a fair chuck of change and it was all that was keeping you afloat at the moment. It did help that Mrs. Pronge brought you meals every chance you got, but every time you saw her, you wanted to wring her neck. She was every bit as responsible as Robert, as far as you were concerned.

Finding things to occupy your mind turned into going out. Going out turned into bar hoping. Bar hoping turned into meaningless flirting. Meaningless flirting turned into drunken make-outs. Drunken make-outs turned into you bringing men home for drunken sex.

You kept knives by your bed, just in case they turned out to be Robert Pronge 2.0, but that didn’t matter. You never let them stay, because none of them ever satisfied you. After Robert, how could they? No, he had ruined other men for you and you knew he knew it.

He ruined everything for you.

So, you started to just leave it up to yourself. Sure, it wasn’t as great as the real thing, but it was more satisfying than anything else.

That’s when he returned.

“You missin’ me, Kitten?” Robert asked, sly grin on his face, as he entered your room. Interrupting you right before hit your climax.

“W-what are you doing here? Get out!” you yell, not caring if you wake the neighbors.

“I should be pissed at you, you little slut. All those guys you brought into my house,” he muttered darkly, slowly making his way over to your bed.

“Your house?! It’s MINE!”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he taunted, undoing his pants “someone didn’t read the fine print. This here is mine, Kitten.”

“There’s no fucking way they left this place to you! They’d never do that to me!”

“You’re right, that’s why I had the lawyer change the will,” he chuckled.

“Leave me alone!” you practically cried, hating that you couldn’t just get him out of your life for good.

“I can tell by the way you were moaning my name a few minutes ago that, that’s not what you really want.”

“I hate you so fucking much,” you sobbed, despising the little bit of relief you felt when he got on your bed.

“I know you do, baby. I know you do.”

You let him fuck you senseless that night. As ashamed as you were, you weren’t going to fight it. What was the point? He had complete control over life at that point any way. It’s not like you hadn’t tried to kill him when he held you captive (which he loved), but that clearly hadn’t worked. He fucked up great work opportunities for you and he owned your parent’s home. All the fight you had left in you was gone. It just turned into bitter rage and hatred towards everyone who wasn’t you.

Robert came to see you almost every night after that. When he doesn’t you hated him. When he doesn’t come home at times, you worried and you hate him for that too. No matter what, you always hate him.

No matter how “good” he is to you, you hate him.

“Hey Y/N,” Samantha smiles, as she makes her way up your porch, pulling you out of your thoughts.

“Hey Samantha,” you smile, though you force yourself not jump on her and beat her to death. “What’s going on?”

“I was wondering if we could talk for a bit?” she questions, smile still on her face but sadness very present in her eyes. “I don’t really feel like there’s anyone else I can really talk to and-”

“You don’t need to explain yourself, come in,” you smile, leading her into the hell you called your home. “What’s bothering you?”

“I know you tend to stay out of and away from gossip, so I felt comfortable talking to you. I know....do you have anything to drink?” she asks, taking a seat at your kitchen isle.

“I have juice, water, tea-”

“Any whiskey?”

“I have that too,” you laugh softly, before pulling out of the cabinet. “Whiskey huh? This must be bad,” you sigh with fake sympathy as you pour her a glass.

“I have been married to Robert for 6 years. Now, I know we didn’t get married under the best circumstances, I was pregnant and it’s what you do, but I did love him. I do love him. I have tried everything in my power to make and keep him happy, but I just...I know he’s cheating. I know he’s cheating on me with almost every housewife in this stupid little town. But I love him,” she sighs, finally meeting your gaze, tears in her eyes.

That had you feeling a very small sense of sympathy. “Oh honey, you can’t be sure-”

“Yes I can. He’s gone almost all the time and when he comes home early in the morning, he smells like sex and expensive perfume,” she cries, taking a sip of her drink. In that moment, you’re happy you hadn’t put any on for the day. “We fight about it almost all the time and last night...he put his hands on me last night. We’ve had a lot of arguments, but hes never put his hands on me. I just don’t know what to do!”

“Sweetheart, I know you love him, but have you considered leaving him?”

“I can’t do that to Tommy. That boy thinks the world of his father and I can’t tear him away like that. I can’t shatter his world.”

“You shouldn’t let him put his hands on you.”

“I just...has he said anything to you? I know he was helping you by working on your car for a while.”

“No, we didn’t really talk much,” you say, looking away.

That wasn’t a lie. You didn’t talk much. Not unless you were begging him not to stop fucking you.

“I don’t know, I’ll figure it out. I just really needed a friend and to vent. Thank you,” she smiles, finishing her drink before leaving out.

You sigh before laying your head down on the isle and closing your eyes.

‘This is why we always avoid married men’ you think to yourself.

“She gone?” Robert asks, coming up and out of the basement.

“Yeah, she’s fucking gone,” you sigh, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

“I got all of the blood of that shirt, you’re welcome.”

“I don’t owe you a ‘thank you’. If you’d stop fucking me in the warehouse then you wouldn’t have to keep getting blood stains out of my clothes.”

“You love it though,” he smirks wickedly.

“No, you love it. It’s fucking sick.”

“That’s not what you were saying last night. If I remember right, you were the one asking me for me to turn you around, so you’d be facing the severed legs.”

“I’d rather look at anything other than you!” you snap.

“Awh, is somebody in a bad mood?” he taunts, slowly making his way over to you.

“It’s not enough tat you’ve ruined my life? Now I have to listen to your wife cry about you cheating on her all the damn time?”

“I can take care of her, you know. Make it so you never have to see her again,” he coos, wrapping his arms around you.

“I don’t even care anymore,” you say, letting yourself sink into the feel of him. “You’re clearly the one running the show.”

“Don’t fucking say that. I’m clearly not. You’re alive aren’t you?”

“To be your sex pet and take her place.”

“It’s not even remotely close. I love you, I don’t love her.”

“You don’t love me either,” you scoff. “You love the feeling my pussy and asshole give you. That’s not love, that’s lust.”

“I do-”

“You don’t love anything. Not even me, you just find comfort in me. I can accept that, it’s fine. I’m not looking for anything from you. I never would,” you moan as you feel his lips on your neck.

“Whatever makes you feel better,” he almost whispers. “I can get rid of my son too, ya know.”

“Leave Tommy out of this. He shouldn’t die because you two can’t get your shit together.”

“I can make it up to you. Give you your own little Pronge to take care of.”

“If I was pregnant with your child, I’d fucking abort it.”

“As if I’d let that happen,” he growls lowly, wrapping his hand around your neck.

“Knowing you makes me wish I was aborted, there’s no way I would give birth to something you put inside me, knowing it would grow up to feel the same way I do.”

“Such a fucking bitch,” he mutters menacingly into your ear, tightening his hold on your neck. “But Samantha...?”

“Do whatever. I hate her almost as much as I hate you, if not more,” you respond with a desperate sigh, grinding your ass against him.

“Fuck, I might just fuck you right next to her dead body,” he groans as his other hand forces down your skirt and panties. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“I’d fucking love it. I’d suck your dick so good to thank you,” you moan, leaning your head back into the crook of his neck, the thought of him choking the life out of her making you wetter.

“Shit, I love this side of you,” he sighs as he practically whimpers, pushing two fingers into your soaked folds. “The darker side of you.”

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Hmm here's an nsfw thought in mind: Stepdad!pronge spanking Justin for humping his leg while he's working. He spanks his hole because "That's what sluts deserve" before making him hold his cock in his mouth until he finishes his paper work.

😤😤😤😤😤😤😤 coming into my asks, making me horny on a Saturday night.

(I know that's an Andy gif, but that face screams mean business daddy pronge okay? okay.)

What's my name?

Warnings: implied future noncon, stepcest, spanking, degradation, daddy kink, lots of crying

"Nine!" Justin's little squeal filled the overcrowded, cluttered office.

He had been playing a dangerous game with his new stepfather. From the moment he got home from college, Justin flirted and pranced around the skimpiest clothes he owned. And when his mother left them home alone for a girls' night out, he took his shot.

And it didn't go exactly as he expected.

"You're a needy slut, you know that boy? You think I haven't seen your chubby little ass walking around his house?" Robert spat, "fucking attention whore."

He smacked Justin's puffy hole again, and a wet little whimpered ten following quickly behind it. His cock ached where it hung between Robert's spread thigh, but he just wanted to get away now, wanted to take back the days of flirting. This was too much. All he wanted to tease, to piss his mom off, maybe suck a nice dick. How had he misjudged his stepfather so much?

Robert gripped his hair and yanked his head back. He gasped, tears freely falling down his ruddy cheeks.

"Please," he mewled, muscles seizing up from the awkward position of his arch neck and back.

"Please," Robert mocked. "What's my name?"

"Rober-" his voice broke when his hole was slapped again.

"What's my name, slut?"

"I don-"

"Yes, you fucking do," Robert growled.

Before Justin could react he was shoved into the floor. His floppy, sweat drenched hair twisted and pulled at his scalp. His stepfather wrenched his pants open and pulled his dick free. Justin stared, his throat closing up at the size of it. Robert's cock was long and thick and fuck.

"What's my name?" Robert sneered, pumping his cock with his free hand.

Justin licked his wet lips, tasting the tears. He couldn't see the look on Robert's face, but he could feel it. The domination, the anger, the lust, it was rolling off of him and drowning Justin.

His lips quivered as he tried to form the word, the one Robert wanted to hear. He licked his tear soaked lips again.

"Daddy."

#sloth asks #nonnie #the train to hell just got a whole lot hotter #robert pronge #justin capshaw #justin capshaw x robert pronge #college!justin capshaw #tw stepcest #stepdad!robert pronge #tw noncon #dark fic

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diaryofaprettyprincess · 2 years

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Character List + Guidelines! <3

I write (mainly) for the following characters down below (you can request more people as well, these are just basics):

Marvel:

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Peter Parker (tasm!peter too!)

Pietro Maximoff

Wanda Maximoff

Natasha Romanoff

Harry Potter (both lightning era + mauraders, etc.):

Lightning Era:

Ron Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Theo Nott

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Luna Lovegood

+ more (just be specific with requests)!

Mauraders:

Sirius Black

Regulus Black

James Potter

Remus Lupin

Peter Pettigrew

Lucius Malfoy

+ more!

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Hopper

(as of write now i only write for them, but i do platonic ones for the rest!)

Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Emily Prentiss

Penelope Garcia

Derek Morgan

(pretty much everyone lmao)

Stranger Things:

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrington

Others:

Literally anyone else, just request; here are some random ppl (+ request different au’s too):

Robert Pronge

Lee Bodecker

Matt Murdock

+ more!

AU examples:

fairy!reader x poly!mauraders

GUIDELINES!:

1) NO translating, copying, or taking credit for my work WITHOUT PERMISSION

2) if you see that someone has done one or most of the things above, please report them and notify me!

3) yes i am a minor (almost 18) and yes i write smutty oneshots and blurbs. i only take requests/blurb/fic/scenario requests from ppl in the harry potter or criminal minds fandom (i specialize in writing spencer reid fanfiction lol)

4) ppl over the age of 28 will be blocked

5) no creeps in my inbox. seriously.

6) You may request new one shots for me to do, however I do have guidlines which are listed below:

I WILL NOT WRITE:

No cannibalism kinks

Fics revolving around issues of race (I am white)

Anything that may romanticize mental illness

I will let you know if I am uncomfortable with anything else

No incest (ex: dad/daughter) I will allow step-incest but NOTHING where they share DNA lol (if we are gonna go dark, cousin/cousin MAY be fine.)

7) If you prefer a blurb over a one shot, or the other way around, let me know!

8) Specify pronouns if they are important to you!

9) I never specify what the reader looks like, but I will mention a warning if one of the characters picks reader up for like a piggy back ride. However, I try to not include specifications of reader’s features.

10) enjoy my page!! <33

I write dark!fics so if that bothers you, please leave. Thank you.

Check out my masterlist right here!

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