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babyjakes · 4 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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youjustcantrefuse · 6 months

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"I want to do a musical so badly, man"- Chris Evans

#chris evans #not another teen movie #whats your number #the losers (2010)#before we go #the iceman #pain hustlers #get this man a musical

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dailychrisevans · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as Robert Pronge / Mr. Freezy THE ICEMAN (2012) dir. Ariel Vromen

#chris evans #the iceman #evansedit #filmedit #marvelcastedit #dailyflicks #moviegifs #filmgifs #cinematv #chewieblog #cinemapix #flawlessgentlemen #dilfgifs #mensource #*#gif #by manda #what y'all want: thirst traps #what I offer:

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js4440 · 8 months

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Mav looks at Penny who's 6 years younger than him.

Mav: Nope, this is too young for me.

Mav looks at Charlie who's 5 years older than him.

Mav: Nope, this is too old for me.

Mav looks at Ice who's 3 years older than him.

Mav: Yep, this is just right for me!

#whatever happens in vegas stays in vegas #icemav #incorrect icemav #top gun maverick incorrect quotes #incorrect top gun maverick quotes #top gun incorrect quotes #incorrect top gun quotes #pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #penelope benjamin #charlotte blackwood #fairy tales #goldilocks and the three bears #do not look at me... i did not write the fairy tale😀😀😀😀😀#THE ICEMAN

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beyondthefold · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as MR. FREEZY The Iceman (2012) | dir. Ariel Vromen

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kikirahkikiaye · 20 days

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born to slay, forced to vroomvroom.

#😖😖😖#loOK AT HIM GOD #I'm positive he was sought out by modelling companies #argue with a wall #all this potential #the iceman #kimi raikkonen #scuderia ferrari #f1 #formula 1 #y2k

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cottagecheese1 · 11 months

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Knocking on the devils door

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

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you go to college?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#x reader #chris evans #chris evans x reader #chris evans headcanon #robert pronge x you #robert pronge x reader #Robert pronge #the iceman #Mr Freezy x reader #dark fic #dark Robert pronge x reader #chris evans drabble #chris evans character masterlist #chris evans character x reader #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans x female reader #chris evans characters

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Warming Up Freezy

Word Count: 1.2k

Warnings: mentions of smut/edging, sexual interactions, slight angst.

“God damn it, Steve, talk to her.”

“You weren’t there, Buck!” Steve growled at his partner, “you didn’t see what she was doing with him. She-“

“She’s been waiting on you to talk to her, that’s why,” Bucky grumbled, clearly angry that Steve was taking his time, “she’s been waiting on you to talk to her for two weeks and you haven’t so much as looked in her direction since the day we came back with the groceries. I told you two fucking weeks ago to talk to her and you said that you would. But all you’ve done is pussyfoot around!”

“HOW CAN I TALK TO HER?” Steve yelled in his boyfriend’s face. Bucky’s jaw clenched in anger and Steve turned away from him, “Every time I try she’s taking on another guy…how do you really know she wants to be with us, huh? What makes you think she isn’t taking every cock she can to boost herself?”

Steve’s own jaw twitched as he looked away from his partner, but Bucky grabbed his arm, “hey…don’t act like that with me, punk. She’s not letting us pay her way on her room, so what did you think she was going to do?”

“I didn’t think she’d go to him!”

“HE’S ONE OF HER REGULARS!”

Steve stood awkwardly at her door.

He knew that he had promised Bucky that he would talk to Bunny, and he fully intended on keeping his word. He’d watched her most of the night at the bar with Dolly. Watched how she interacted with the other girls.

They truly did respect her.

And the longer he watched, the more his heart fluttered. The more that he felt like the insecure man he was before the serum; hopefully waiting for a dame to notice him.

That was, until he was pulled aside by one of the guys, wanting to discuss sponsoring a girl. By the time he’d looked back to the bar, she was gone. And Dolly had said that one of the other guys took her upstairs.

So, with a clenched jaw he made his way up.

And he stood there.

Listening to it all.

He could hear the soft moans from behind it.

He could hear the grunts of whatever man was pumping himself inside of his dream girl.

And he was livid.

He’d been working up the courage to talk to her about the chance of a relationship since the day Bucky first approached it with her. But there was something about her that kept him from talking to her.

She wasn’t intimidating.

At least, that’s what he tried to convince himself of.

But she did have his nerves on edge.

He felt like he couldn’t speak when he was around her.

He felt like she’d managed to know him without ever actually having to speak to him, and that set him on edge.

And for most of the past few hours he’d been standing outside of her door, trying to build up the courage to knock on it, he’d heard a crescendo of sexual acts, leading up to quite a few orgasms from the man behind the door, but none from the woman he had eyes for.

“Just do it, Steve…you can-you can do it…”

“Captain Rogers?” Steve cursed at himself, and turned, seeing a nervous looking Angel standing just across the hall, “What are you doing out here?”

“Shit…” he muttered, “I uh-“

“Bunny…” she trailed off, “you’re looking for her?”

“Yeah…”

“Sounds like she’s with someone,” she said quickly, her eyes trailing back to Bunny’s door and the noises coming from it, “is she-“

“she’s not mine!” he said quickly, “I just-I-“

“You want her to be?” she asked. He nodded, suddenly feeling bashful as he spoke openly with one of the women he felt he could be vulnerable with. Angel gave him a sympathetic frown, “you like her…don’t you, Steve?”

“Yes…”

“Sounds like Pronge…if you don’t interrupt them, he’ll keep her tied to the bed and edge her until morning while he gets off more times than a-“

“I got it…I don’t need any more of the mental imagery than I already have, Angel,” he groaned, cutting her off. He held up a hand to show that he’d heard enough of her confirmation of the man behind the door, “th-thanks Ang…”

“Good luck..” she smirked, closing the door leaving Steve in the hallway once again, alone with his own thoughts.

Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

The squeaking from the bed didn’t stop, so he knocked again.

“FUCK OFF!”

“This is Captain Steve Rogers,” Steve said firmly, attempting to keep it together, “open the door!”

The noise from behind the door stopped momentarily, and he heard a few curse words being thrown around before the lock clicked on the door and it opened. Steve frowned as he saw Robert Pronge standing there in all his glory.

Over his shoulder he could see Bunny blindfolded and tied to the bed. She was covered in sweat, and dildos had been shoved in both of her holes. Steve’s jaw clenched as he noticed other assorted toys on the bed, as well as some light whips and floggers around the bed’s foot.

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?”

Steve’s jaw tilted up as he turned his attention back to Pronge, and he tried to keep a straight face, “noise complaint.”

Pronge chuckled and leaned against the door’s frame, “this is a whorehouse, el capitan…it’s bound to be noisy…”

“Beyond soundproof walls?” Steve asked, pressing what authority he had in his voice into the conversation as he tried to ignore the fucked out woman on the bed.

And then Pronge stepped in his line of vision, blocking Steve’s view of his little bunny, “is there something else I can help you with, Captain?”

“That’s all,” Steve lied, “just keep it down, Pronge…”

Steve’s jaw twitched once more as he glared at his boyfriend, “every time I’ve tried to talk to her, Buck…every single time…”

“Well, she’s downstairs bartending tonight…go talk to her…” Bucky mumbled, clearly more agitated than normal.

“She was supposed to be bartending the other night too…”

“It’s not my fault,” Bucky grumbled, “she knows that I’ve been covering her expenses, so she keeps a private room…and she doesn’t like that I’m eating that expense even though I told her it’s okay.”

Steve felt the tension in the room rising the more agitated his boyfriend became. He walked over to him, “hey….”

“Don’t give me those eyes,” Bucky grumbled once more as he shook his head, “I’m this close to holding out on you until you speak to her.”

“You really gonna keep that perfect ass away from me?” Steve asked, sadness tinging his voice as he leaned against Bucky’s frame, his already hardening erection poking into his side as he licked a thick strip up his boyfriend’s neck, “I know how needy you are, punk…you wanna fuck right now…dirty, sensua-“

“Yeah, well she’s meant to be with us too and it’s not fair to any of us, so stop trying to tide me over with your dick, Steve,” Bucky spat at his boyfriend, slapping his hands away, “go talk to her. Tonight! Until then my ass is off limits to you. If you don’t talk to her soon, I’m going back to fucking Dolly again!”

#welcome to the dollhouse #marvel #marvel au #the avengers #steve rogers #captain america #bucky barnes #stucky #robert pronge #the iceman #freezy

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blastofsports · 9 months

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George Gervin (/ˈɡɜːrvɪn/ GHUR-vin; born April 27, 1952), nicknamed "the Iceman", is an American former professional basketball player who played in both the American Basketball Association (ABA) and National Basketball Association (NBA) for the Virginia Squires, San Antonio Spurs, and Chicago Bulls. Gervin averaged at least 14 points per game in all 14 of his ABA and NBA seasons, and finished with an NBA career average of 26.2 points per game. In 1996, Gervin was named as one of the 50 Greatest Players in NBA History, and in 2021, Gervin was named as one of the 75 greatest players in NBA history.

#black archives #black excellence #black literature #black community #nba players #nba #basketball #george gervin #the iceman #nba history #best player #college athletes

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lilacevans · 2 years

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imagining being chased down by mr. freezy. hopefully he’ll tie me up in the back of his ice cream van🫠🫠🫠

#cevans #chris evans #cevansedit #chrisevansedit #mr. freezy #robert pronge #the iceman #lila’s mr. freezy gifs #he looks so fuckin deranged and dangerous and creepy and scummy and it’s yummy

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bravo4iscool · 5 months

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call of duty characters as f1 drivers (simon „ghost“ riley)

call of duty characters as f1 drivers masterlist | masterlist

i hope this isn‘t a ridiculous shot LMAO.

anyway, i think kimi is the closest we can get to ghost. let me explain:

kimi doesn’t talk much. he doesn’t give a fuck about anyone (except the people he cares for). he keeps to himself, he rarely even smiles (😭). he doesn't mince his words and will tell you if you annoy him or anything else. and even if you don‘t, his answers are like two words long.

however, if he’s with the people he loves and cares about he‘s not like that anymore. he smiles and jokes and even laughs. there‘s a visible difference between f1driver!kimi (he’s also called ‚the iceman’) and normal!kimi.

also, he’s a absolute beast on track. he doesn‘t care about tire age, weather or anything else. he does his job and he does it like someone who was born to race and win. if you see him in your rear mirror its a question of when he’s passing, not if he’s passing (thank you oscar piastri for this quote, even if it was meant for max😭).

btw, kimi holds the rank of corporal in the finish army which makes this even funnier to me lol.

now about ghost:

ghost technically is everything i just described about kimi. doesn’t talk much, doesn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything (except for the people he cares for) and he will absolutely destroy you.

still, there’s a difference between ghost and simon. totally focused and almost ignorant on the job, only cracking terrible dad jokes, but chill and relaxed when he‘s off duty (too many people reduce him to his trauma only…).

when ghost is after you you need to ask yourself when he comes, not if he comes because he will definitely rip you apart. but simon doesn‘t care what happens around him. he keeps to himself, only warming up when he’s with the team, especially soap.

i could write so much more about how they kinda are the same but well… i hope you liked this and don’t think i‘m insane :)

#call of duty #cod #simon riley #simon ghost riley #ghost #kimi raikkonen #the iceman #kimi #formula 1 #formula one #f1 #headcanons

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youjustcantrefuse · 6 months

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Have a wicked good Halloween 🎃

Chris Evans Movies Edition

#chris evans #bryce langley #curtis everett #james mace #andy barber #robert pronge #ransom drysdale #lloyd hansen #kyle #fierce people #the perfect score #snowpiercer #sunshine movie #defending jacob #the iceman #knives out #the gray man

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dailychrisevans · 11 months

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CHRIS EVANS as Robert Pronge / Mr. Freezy THE ICEMAN (2012) dir. Ariel Vromen

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laz3otakugirl · 7 months

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good girl."

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

Bye loves!

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

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