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babyjakes · 3 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
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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!!
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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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hansensgirl · 2 years
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‧₊˚. 𝐅.𝐇: 𝐌𝐑. 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐘.
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(𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐓 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐄.)
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fics about mr. pronge/freezy will be written and added!
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foxgloveprincess · 1 year
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𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖂𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘
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Welcome to the Attic Wives Anonymous A.U. Here you will find individual stories for our men as well as peeks into their monthly meetings. Each chapter will have its own warnings and summaries—be sure to read them. However, dark themes of kidnapping, stalking, yandere behavior, nonconsent, etc. are prevalent in all the stories or implied/discussed in the meeting chapters. This series is for adults (Minors do not interact, 18+).
Status: Ongoing
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🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 
👑 Like A Moth To You 👑 Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x Female Reader 
🪽 A Bit of My Heart 🪽Jake Jensen x Female Reader 
🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting One 🗝️
💍 On Another Level 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader
🪶 Connection 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader 
🗝️ A.W.A Meeting Two 🗝️
🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun Drabble 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 
🍭 Trapped By Your Love 🍭 Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader
💍 On Another Level (2) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader
👑 Like A Moth to You (2) 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader 
🪽 A Bit of My Heart (2) 🪽 Jake Jensen x Female Reader
🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting Three 🗝️
🪶 Connection (2) 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader
🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun (2) 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader 
👑 Like A Moth To You Drabble 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader 
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shotgunbunny · 1 year
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⊹ 𔘓 ִ ۫ ּ ⊹⠀ ָ࣪ 𓆩C.EVANS𓆪 ָ࣪ ⊹ ִ ۫ ּ 𔘓 ⊹
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[all my fics will contain dark themes, please keep this in mind when going through my masterlists <3. I am not responsible for what you consume, these are strictly 18+ fics.]
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⊹ 𔘓 𓆩ari levinson x reader masterlist 𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹
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⊹ 𔘓 𓆩ransom drysdale x reader masterlist 𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹
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⊹ 𔘓 𓆩curtis everett x reader masterlist𓆪 ָ࣪𔘓 ⊹
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⊹𔘓𓆩Jake Jensen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹
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⊹𔘓𓆩Andy Barber x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹
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⊹𔘓𓆩Lloyd Hansen x reader masterlist𓆪𔘓⊹
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cottagecheese1 · 10 months
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Knocking on the devils door
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Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.
Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader
Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo
College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.
You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.
Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.
You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.
As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.
"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"
He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.
"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"
He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.
"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"
To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.
When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.
"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".
You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.
"So, you go to college?"
Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"
He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.
“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.
Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.
“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.
Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”
That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”
All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”
You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.
Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.
Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”
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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”
Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.
Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.
A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!
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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Evil Woman
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Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.
Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge
Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree. 
Word Count: 1,927
A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂
Kisses 💋
—K
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Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end. 
And Bobby hates being confused. 
The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break. 
“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“
“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further. 
“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling. 
“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight. 
“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided. 
“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.
“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”
“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip. 
“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”
Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him. 
“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight. 
“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long. 
“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?” 
A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic. 
You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs. 
“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him. 
“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break. 
“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices. 
“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”
Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet. 
You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might  reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give). 
“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.  
“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.  
“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”
He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes. 
“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”
“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore. 
Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you. 
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onsunnyside · 1 year
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The only stalker that matters is incel!Jake Jensen. Or maybe Freezy that drives really slow by your house in his ice cream trunk, then your ass goes missing and he fucks you in his basement while he forces you to watch news coverage on your disappearance. In the 70s, ofc. Never should've worn those Daisy Dukes outside the house. But incel!Jake is a gem. Imagine him being your roommate. Like, what does he do in your room when you're gone ?? Does he eavesdrop and seethe when you bring men home ??? Does he sabotage your relationships ????
So fulla thots today, Sonny. 🌝
AHH YES GIMME ALL THE THOTS BESTIE 🌚 soft dark/dark thots below
let me save that freezy thot for the future 🫣 bc him grabbing your face and forcing you to watch your loved ones beg for your safe return all while he's balls deep, rearranging your guts, "aw, look how bad they miss you, baby. They're so sad, so desperate—and you're creaming all over my fuckin' cock again."
you don't know it but roommate!jake is a terrible man and a disgusting perv: he fucks with all of your dating apps so you don't get many messages. a few slip through 🫡 and despite his efforts, one date turns into two, then three, and soon this guy is sleeping in your bed and cooking you breakfast. and it isn't hard to find shit on your current boyfriend: so he blackmails them, or if he'll have you 'miraculously' find the dirt and dump them yourself 😳 but that's okay bc jake is always there to comfort you, hold you in his arms until the sedative kicks in so he can do an inspection of your body to make sure that asshole didn't do anything to sweet little you
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deceitfuldevout · 1 year
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'Easy Money' Masterlist:
Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader
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❤️ = Fluff
🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw
🖤 = Dark
❌ = No warnings/Sfw
Part 1 - Easy Money: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183176153923584/easy-money-part-1?source=share
Part 2 - Breaking and Entering: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183378711511040/easy-money-part-2?source=share
Part 3 - Money Maker: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295047580270592/easy-money-part-3?source=share
Part 4 - A Reunion: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295259765850112/easy-money-part-4?source=share
Part 5 - Your Worst Nightmare: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379812461281280/easy-money-part-5?source=share
Part 6 - A Barbed-Wired Picket fence: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379816368226304/easy-money-part-6?source=share
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xcaptain-winterx · 1 year
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summary: once you’re in, you can’t get out, you will be trapped with them forever.
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speechlessxx · 2 years
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broken canvas. [dark!mob!Robert Pronge x Reader]
i'm fucked in the head, sorry. pt?
summary -> you pay the price after Ransom crosses another mob boss.
MINORS DNI
warnings -> NONCON. NONCON. NONCON. (p in v, RAPE, unprepared reader, photos are taken). poorly written smut. blood (reader bleeds). slight degradation. pet names (sweets). in all honesty, this was shit, oops.
word count -> ~1.4
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You clung onto the wall like a work of art as he admired you like so with a maniacal grin and a menacing glare from his glasses.
He took a step, and you shook a leaf. “So pretty.” His voice permeated through the silence, and the slight growl in his baritone voice did little to ease your nerves as it only proved that this being – this monster – who snuffed out the life of your two guards and swept you away to this horrid prison was no monster at all. He was a man with cruel intentions.
Another step.
“Do you know who I am, sweets?”
You responded with a stiff shake of your head. You didn’t want to let your captor know that his face was, indeed, familiar though you couldn’t quite place it – in fear that he’d take it as if he were just a forgettable face to you.
If he knew you were lying, he didn’t let on.
The man just nodded in contemplation as he stared at you through his spectacles. He took another step, invading your personal space. “So pretty,” he reached out and his ice-cold hand came up to your face. A freezing finger stroking your cheek softly as if he were afraid to damage you – the priceless work of art he just stole.
Unsure of why he repeated it, you let out a shaky breath, “th-thank you.”
“I can see why Drysdale keeps you locked up.”
Upon mention of Ransom, your brows furrowed, and you leaned away from the man. “Ran-Ransom?” You said aloud, your voice and your body trembling still. “Do-do you know him?”
The man nodded and grinned. His teeth baring at you like a predator does its prey. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I know him.”
His tone alone told you that this man, who has now crowded you into the wall with little chance of escape, did not think of Ransom as fondly as you did. Had Ransom wronged him? How much danger were you really in?
“Sour little priss that boy of yours is,” the man continued. “Killed one of my men, saying I crossed his territory, can you believe that, sweets?” His hand slammed against the wall – mere inches away from your face. You flinched away, but he didn’t mind. “Told him Rogers was a good guy, even worked for his grandfather decades ago. Now, poof, he’s ashes and I gotta tell his wife, Sharon, that Ransom fucking Drysdale killed her husband.”
You were too afraid to interject. He had to have the wrong Ransom – Hugh, your Hugh – worked for Harlan’s publishing company. He wasn’t entangled with the mob – let alone a murderer.
“He took one of my good guys. And mob tradition is,” he grinned, “eye for an eye.”
“P-please d-don’t hurt me,” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks, which sent blood flowing through his cock. “R-Ran wouldn’t have – “
“You ain’t know about all this, sweets?”
You shook your head. His tongue ran across the bottoms of his front teeth as he took you in – a beauty trembling against his body, pressed up against the wall.
Initially, yes, Robert Pronge did have the intention of killing you – sending you back in a body bag to Hugh Drysdale. But when he first saw you in the photos Jensen had taken from the Thrombey’s charity gala, he knew that killing such a pretty face would be a crime.
“How innocent,” he chuckled.
A strike against another mob family was not to be taken lightly – taking a mafioso’s best girl was grounds for a crime war. But Robert couldn’t help himself. You were just so damn gorgeous – he had to have you for himself.
“P-please don’t hurt me,” you repeated. Your knees buckled and Robert let you fall to the ground. He watched with fascination as your face planted into his slacks, tears staining the fabric. He couldn’t help his hand pressing you into his leg, sliding you over to his aching dick.
You wept as you tried to push yourself off the man, but his sheer strength kept your face pressed against his hardened cock. “An eye for an eye, gorgeous.”
You shrieked as his hand fisted your hair and pulled you to your feet. He shoved you forward onto the mattress on the floor you’ve inhabited for the past day and a half. You tried to crawl away with your head pounding from both your hair being pulled so hard and your incessant crying.
Robert grabbed your two ankles, forcing your body to lay flat against the mattress as he pinned you down with all his weight. You flailed your limbs in attempt to thwart him but to no avail.
Fabric was ripping all around you, but you didn’t know what it was until you felt his could hands against your bare hips. You cried out as he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you like the monster he truly was.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweets.” He said as his hands flew to the neckline of your blouse and ripped it down along with the front of your bra.
You were bared to him like a new toy on Christmas morning and he smirked down at you, eager to play.
In a last effort to fight back, your hands flew to his face, scratching like a wild animal. It lasted only a few moments until he grabbed both your wrists and pinned you down. His glasses had flown away, cracked against the concrete floor somewhere. His brow displayed a cut, a thin trickle of blood weeping from the broken skin.
His brows furrowed at you and he tsked. “Dumb bitch.”
You begged, “please, please don’t.”
Robert didn’t heed to your cries and pleas as he cuffed both your wrists into one large hand and undid his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear to reveal his enormous, throbbing cock, the tip angry and glistening with pre-cum. Your hips began to shift, trying to buck him off, but his free hand pressed against your stomach, hard to keep you in place before he pumped his cock a few times and thrust it into your unprepared cunt.
You screamed, body convulsing in pain as he fed your poor pussy his cock. “Take it,” he spat, “take it you stupid bitch.” He bottomed out with one single, slow, and agonizing thrust, swaying his hips as if to taunt you. He released your wrists as he pumped into you slowly before digging through his pants to retrieve his phone.
“N-no,” you murmured as you heard the shutter of the camera. “S-sto-stop.”
He continued to take photos of your cunt filled with his cock. Unbeknownst to you, blood had begun to trickle from your hole, your body unprepared for such an intrusion. The photos highlighted the crimson ring gathered around his cock.
Robert chased his release, despite your cries. To add reprieve from the onslaught of torture, his fingers found its way onto your clit, drawing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and to your dismay, it sparked pleasure.
Intense pleasure. One that had you arching your back into this monster’s chest and moaning with guilt. He watched as you shivered beneath him, biting your lip as you tried to stifle the cries of pleasure, only to fail when he pressed against your stomach again and the tip of his cock grazed your G-spot. You were no longer fighting him, your body giving into the confusing pleasure and the pain – even your hips began to thrust back.
Your body arched again as his cock tapped against your G-spot a few times and a pleasured scream escaped your lips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, fluttering as you came. He groaned, watching you, as he found his release. The cum spraying against your aching walls a strange comfort. He continued to thrust into you just to watch your body convulse with the aftershocks of your orgasm.
Robert basked in the way you trembled and cried. Yes, Ransom kept you pristine and protected in your frame, but Robert Pronge would argue that he created art.
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | After being diagnosed with an unknown sickness, your husband makes sure you’re following the doctor’s orders.
prompts. | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Amnesia + “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” + Stockholm Syndrome, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, captivity, mentions of spanking, mean!robert, mild smut (fingering, f receiving), amnesia, memory loss, referenced/implied injury or drugging (up to you), housewife kink, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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You flatten the dough with your hands as best as you can. You’re not allowed a rolling pin or most standard kitchen tools—Robbie told you it’s what the doctor said. Something about accidents or self-inflicted injuries.
Your husband hums to a tune on the radio and stands behind you, holding your waist. 
You’re not really sure what’s wrong with you, but you know that doctors are trying to figure it all out. You can’t remember much; there are simply little blurs of what seem to be memories, but they’re too crazy to be true. You just chalk them up to being dreams.
Robert slowly lifts up your frilly dress, caressing your thighs as he finds your panties. He presses his hard cock against your ass, grinding just a bit. He does this often, claiming he just can’t help it because you’re too sexy. But Robert also says that your doctor recommends his touch daily. 
“Fuck, sugar. You’re perfect,” Robert growls in your ear, the ridge of his cock between your ass cheeks. You gasp at his touch, from both the pleasure and roughness. It’s not his fault—he’s just naturally strong, and you’re too weak.
“R– Robbie…” you whimper, trying to focus on making the pie. This always happens. Robert just loves it when you’re in your element—being the dutiful, obedient housewife that you are. “Shhh, let your husband touch you, sweetcakes,” he grunts.
You nod your head at the hardness of his voice. He gets upset quickly, but you know it’s because of his job and the added stress of your sickness. Kids aren’t easy to deal with, but he promises yours will be well-behaved and the utmost ideal bunch. 
Robert slides one of his rough hands into your sheer panties, and he quickly finds your clit. He lowers his digits a little more and dips his fingertips into the wetness seeping out of you. He groans, bringing his digits back to your nub and rubbing the bundle of nerves.
You gasp from the pleasure, knees buckling as you fall back just a bit. Your dough is thoroughly ruined—just like you. You’re supposed to have it done by dinner time, yet you’re not even halfway complete. Your guest—one of Robbie’s friends—will surely be disappointed.
“H– Honey, please, I need to–” you start, and your husband groans. “What?” Robert snaps, and you flinch despite being in his hold. “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” he questions harshly, the other fist slamming down on the countertop before you. 
A part of you wants to say no, but you question it. Isn’t Robert your devoted husband? 
He’s never hurt you.
The leather belt cracks, and there’s a sharp pain stinging your ass.
He’s never been mean to you.
“Argh, don’t be a bitch. You’re already a pain to deal with.”
And he always makes you happy.
Tears flow down your face as the metal door shuts behind him, leaving you in the dark basement.
Yes, he is. And you love everything he does—because he loves you. 
“I– I do. I’m sorry,” you whimper, turning your head as best as possible to look at Robert. His blue eyes are dark with lust and anger, and his jaw is clenched. His hair is growing out again, and his glasses are a bit dirty—you’ll have to clean them afterwards. If you remember.
“Then shut up and let me take what’s mine,” Robert grumbles, and you do exactly as he says, nearly falling limp in his arms as he uses and abuses you. 
Your husband once told you that the doctor said you should always listen to him, but honestly, you’ve never met this doctor. And if you think hard enough, you’ll realize you don’t know your husband. 
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foxgloveprincess · 8 months
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Summary: When problems arise, the group always works together.
Word Count: 1,597
Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist
Warnings: Dark, Lots of Implied References to Dark Themes/Actions, Kidnapping, Death/Murder, Stalking/Surveillance, Possessiveness, Banter, Cursing, Callous Regard for Life. Minors do not interact (18+).
A/N: I’m loving tying these chapters in to connect the other stories in this universe. Next stories I’ll be working on are Lloyd’s introduction and a second chapter for Andy and maybe Jake. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!
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This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.
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“Fuck!” Andy storms into the meeting hall, carding his fingers through his hair. “Fuck.” He slumps into the seat set up for him and runs his hand over his face. “She’s sick.”
“Your happy little housewife?” Lloyd asks, crossing his arms over his chest. “Color me surprised.”
“Have you contacted the doctor yet?” Ari asks, cutting a sharp look toward the mercenary before returning his attention to the Andy.
“He can’t see her til Saturday,” he sniffs, standing up to pace back and forth outside the circle. His hand covers his mouth as he does, attempting to hide his worry, his weakness.
“Your girl isn’t going to die from a couple days in bed,” Robert snarks with a roll of his eyes.
Andy drops his hand and glares at the blasé remark. “Watch your mouth.”
Lloyd snaps a few times, drawing attention, excitement shining in his eyes. “Now’s your chance,” he enthuses with a smile and tilt of his brow. “The perfect time to move your girl outta that shitty basement and up into the cozy attic.” He gestures with his hands and shakes his head with mirth. “She’s weak and vulnerable right now. You show her you’re not a complete bastard and just want to take care of her—I’m telling you, it’ll be perfect.”
“I already offered to take her up there,” Andy growls, and resumes pacing. “She spat in my face.”
Lloyd snorts, waving through the air as he says, “Wait, wait, wait. You gave her a choice?”
“Of course I gave her a choice,” Andy snaps back. His voice drops, under his breath he sneers, “I’m not a monster.”
Lloyd cackles and clutches at his chest. “That’s exactly what you are, goody two-shoes.”
Robert grunts in agreement. Ari remains silent but fold his arms across his chest and cooly meets the attorney’s eye. 
“Roll with it,” Robert advises, “the sooner you accept that you’re no longer squeaky clean, the more you can shape your life into what you want.”
The doors opposite each other in the meeting room both burst open. Jake enters one, Ransom the other—both hurried and bordering on frantic.
“Guys, I need help,” Jake says as Ransom blurts, “I’m in deep shit.”
The rest of the group turn toward one or the other, confused by their behavior. Andy’s hands raise in a gesture of affronted incredulity. Ari’s raise to silence them all. 
“Wait a minute, one at a time,” the older man bids. The two exchange a terse glance before nodding toward the de facto leader of the group. “What’s wrong?” he asks with a wave toward Jake’s direction.
The young man’s hands fidget, fingers flexing and arms crossing. “It’s her agent,” he replies, a sharp bite in his tone, “she needs to stay the fuck away from my angel.”
“What?” Robert asks, a lecherous glint in his eye, “she making a move?”
Jake’s head shakes, brow furrowed in his displeasure. “She’s trying to push her into a PR relationship.” He pauses and faces the group, vulnerable before them and desperation bright behind his glasses. “I haven’t been able to find it in the emails yet, but I know it’s there. My baby would never do this to me.” He meets the eye of every other member of the group, pleading without words. “I gotta get her away from that.”
Lloyd’s brow quirks. Ari’s furrows in thought. Andy pulls out his chair to take a begrudging seat. Ransom continues to stand—waiting for attention to return to his dilemma.
“Is that right?” Lloyd asks, resting his fingers over his lips and breathing deeply. His lips quirk at scent lingering at the tips. Though his tone remains dubious, he leans forward in interest. “Seems your only choice is to grab her. You ready?”
“I am,” Jake agrees with a quick nod. “But even if I weren’t, I couldn’t leave her like that.”
Lloyd’s hand falls away to reveal a smirk before he glances to the other two experienced members of the group. Ari nods. Robert shrugs. At the exchange, Ransom rolls his eyes, his foot beginning to tap in impatience. 
“It’ll be tricky for you with her celebrity,” Ari intones, still thoughtful as he leans back and crosses his arms. “Too many people might notice her disappearance.” His head tilts toward the mercenary in the group. “You think you could figure it out?”
Lloyd’s shoulders lift in an enthusiastic shrug. “If I call in a favor or two. Could play it off like how I got my sweet li’l girl,” he muses with excitement. “Or you wanna handle this Freezy?”
“Fuck that,” the man in question grunts, voice gritty with annoyance. He pulls out a cigarette and rests it on his bottom lip while searching his pockets. “You deal with that shit.” The click of the lighter concludes his refusal with a beat of finality. 
“Oooh,” Lloyd drawls, hands rubbing together. His eye gleam and mischief radiates from his every pore. “This is gonna be fun.” He leans back, brandishing his phone and begins tapping happily on the screen. The light of it highlights his features and his macabre glee at his task. 
Jake takes the empty seat beside him and observes over his shoulder. A point and mutter of suggestion exchanged between the two as they work together. All thought of the group forgotten. 
“Now,” Robert says with a snap of his fingers toward Ransom’s looming figure, “can we make this quick? My princess got hit by the crimson tide and I need to get in there. The fuck is up with you?”
Ransom startles out of his thoughts, stepping forward and gripping the back of his chair. “I found her,” he snarls—his ire either directed at the hitman’s testy temperament or his own predicament without clear target. 
“You did?” Ari asks without an attempt at concealing his skepticism. 
“Yeah, I did,” Ransom replies with insulted emphasis.
Lloyd’s head pops up from his phone, curiosity sparkling despite Jake’s perturbation at the pause. “What number was she on your list?”
Ransom’s fingers squeeze the plastic of the chair. It creaks under his grip and the legs flex dangerously. His head dips and he mumbles. No one catches a word. 
Andy leans forward, trying to decipher the man’s quiet response without success and asks, “What was that?” 
Ransom looks up with a fierce glare. His jaw ticks as he grits out, “She wasn’t on my list.”
No one makes a comment until Lloyd crows with laughter. He grips his peck and doubles over, too pleased by the revelation. Robert smirks and pushes his glasses up his nose. Ransom rolls his eyes and skirts around the chair to sit.
“I’m glad you’re settling down,” Ari says with a firm pat to Ransom’s shoulder.
He huffs in response and leans back in his seat, letting his legs spread wide. “Unfortunately, she works for my grandad and that old bastard will definitely suspect me when she disappears, but I need her.”
“Serves you right,” Lloyd says with a snicker and elbow to the tech genius beside him. Jake shifts and only briefly lifts his gaze from his device. “Now you gotta be just as love sick as the rest of us.”
Ransom hisses and sneers, but the mercenary’s already back to his task.
“That it?” Robert puffs smoke toward him with the question.
The trust fund baby grimaces. “Yes,” he bites. 
“Thank fuck. I can do that easy.” The hitman stands and shrugs on his jacket. “I’ll text you in a couple weeks. Just make sure when I do, you get witnesses—preferably your grampa himself. You’ll be in the clear and go home to a sweet li’l thing in your attic.” He taps off the ash from his cigarette and cocks his head. “Just like I did with Mr. Hero over there for his hellcat.” He chuckles at Andy’s glare and straightens. 
“That’s not gonna cut it,” Ransom barks back. “Harlan’s way too cunning. He’ll know.” He gestures to his temple and stands back up, stepping firmly toward the hitman. “It can’t just be a smash and grab. We’ll need to plan this out step by step—a long game.”
“Fine. Do it your way, prick,” Robert grunts with a glare, nudging his chair back from the circle. “Now, can I get home?”
The men exchange looks. Jake stands, phone tucked to his side. A wave of his hand prompts Lloyd to follow. Lloyd looks up and shrugs, grabbing his own jacket from his chair. 
“If we don’t have any other business, I suppose.”
With a muttered, “great,” Robert spins on his heel and charges off without any further notice.
Ransom grumbles and glances around in agitation, hesitating only a second before dashing after the hitman’s quickly retreating figure. The door closes behind them with a clunk. Jake follows, a skip in his step while Lloyd brings his phone to his ear and greets the voice on the line. A flash of a wink sent over his shoulder toward the oldest member of the group before he bursts out the door. 
Ari hums, deep and low, and turns toward Andy. The man’s jaw ticks with frustration. He sighs and runs a hand through his hair. Shame hangs heavy on his shoulders, a sense of failure. Ari can smell it in the air. He smooths his hands over his thighs and waits for the D.A. to acknowledge him. Andy turns almost immediately, eager to hear any word of advice.
“I think it’s time I step in,” Ari declares leaving no room for argument.
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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years
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The Murder In My World
Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU), implied past Officer Bill c hit woman!reader
Words: ~1.6k
Summary: Bobby and you move closer to making your relationship official, despite some hiccups.
Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (rough sex, choking, slapping, cream pie, dirty talk), gun violence, murder-ish, death by animal mauling, gore, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!! DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT!!
A/N: Who knows if I’m gonna be able to churn out more after this but it’s something!! I miss writing for you guys 😩. Fingers crossed that my muse doesn’t fall into another coma.
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“Fuck, Bobby.” You moaned when your hips met his again, rolling your clit against him and sliding your hands up his chest while he dug his fingers into your waist. “Dunno if I’m going to be able to give up being on top once you’re all healed up.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He growled as he frowned up at you, unable to stop his hips from rising to meet yours when you wrapped a hand around his throat. “Shit.”
“That’s what I thought.” You grinned at the groan he gave you when you squeezed, leaning into it as you started riding him faster and let out a sigh at the feel of his cock twitching inside you. “Such a good boy for me, just gonna lay back and take whatever I give you from now on.”
“Quit being a cunt.” He snarled when you tightened your grip on his throat and dug the nails of your other hand into his chest, driving up into you suddenly and chuckling when you gasped. “Acting like you’re not gonna turn into a cockdrunk slut the minute I fuck you like the little bitch you are. Fuck, clenching so hard at just the thought of that, huh? Making that sweet snatch gush all over me. Taste how fucking excited you get at the idea of me fucking you like I own you.”
You moaned when he shoved a hand between the two of you and coated it in the cream that was leaking out of you around his cock, your eyes rolling back in your head when he shoved his soaked fingers between your lips and gripped your jaw. He grinned at your whimper when he slapped you across the face with his other hand, cooing demeaningly before yanking your face to his so he could pull at your lips with his teeth.
“Such a fucking bastard.” You sucked on his tongue when he shoved it into your mouth, rocking your hips against his desperately and cutting off his air while your cunt fluttered around him. “Make me come, asshole.”
“Fucking needy bitch.” His voice was a low rasp against your lips while he kept fucking up into you, tilting your head back roughly and dragging his tongue over your jaw. “Go on, kitten, soak my dick.”
You groaned into his mouth when every muscle in your body seized, shaking violently and squirting your pleasure all over him as your rhythm slowed to a deep roll while you sagged against him. Bobby purred against your lips while he throbbed inside you before he was pumping you full of his cum, kissing over the curve of your jaw until he could growl in your ear while he wound his arms around your neck and held you close.
“Where the fuck you think you’re going?” He grabbed at your waist when you started to crawl off him, slapping your ass and biting at your ear when you gave him an annoyed huff. “Kitten…”
“Fucking told you, no sleepovers until I’m officially moved in.” You slapped him when he tried to grab you again when you straightened up, letting his cum leak down your thighs while you pulled your dress back on and gave him a teasing grin. “Which is gonna be in two days at the most, so quit whining. Gonna have to deal with enough neighbor gossip once we’re shacking up, don’t wanna deal with that shit before I have to.”
“Fuck the neighbors, kitten…” He groaned when you curled over him and brushed your lips over his, curling a hand around the back of your neck and sighing when you disconnected from him. “This is fucking bull shit.”
“Yeah, get some sleep, Bobby.” You pushed him back against the pillows while he pouted slightly at you. “Want to make sure that leg heals up good, we’ll do your stretches in the morning.”
Bobby grumbled to himself while he watched your hips sway as you walked out of the room, the pleasant gaze that had settled over him helping him drift off in spite of his stubbornness until he was lost in a dreamless sleep. He knew he wasn’t going to get a good night’s rest until you were finally in his bed where you belonged.
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The sound of three gunshots woke Robert up with a jolt, a ragged scream following them and bringing him to full consciousness that had him diving out of the bed and grabbing his pistol from the nightstand.
Those shots had to have come from your house, they were too close to be from anywhere else and it’s not like your other neighbors had anyone gunning for them. He cursed himself for letting you talk him into still sleeping separately while he was healing and you were still in the process of moving all your things to his place, ripping his front door open and charging across the street towards your house. His adrenaline was so high he completely forgot about needing a cane, the pain that was sure to be shooting through his leg tomorrow forgotten while he burst through your front door and started searching for you.
As soon as he saw you he felt a feral snarl rip from his chest. You were completely covered in blood, your nightie soaked through as you panted heavily while you leaned against the wall in your hallway and stared at him.
“Where the fuck is he, kitten? I’m gonna tear his fucking head off.” Bobby rushed forward and wrapped his free hand around the back of your neck, brushing his nose along your cheek and growling softly when he felt you sag against him. “Where did he get you, baby?”
“It’s not my blood, Bobby.” You breathed deeply while he pressed his lips all over your face and curled his body around yours, looking down the hall and waiting until his eyes followed yours and he let out a low curse. “Schatzi, here.”
Your dog whined when he turned his head towards you from where he was still standing over the body of the intruder, giving it a final snarl before limping towards you to shove his head under your hand while he held up his hind leg. Bobby scowled at the gun the asshole had dropped as he kept looking you over, his hands searching your body for any sign of injury while he took in the utter mess he’d walked in on. The body was almost unrecognizable, its right arm almost completely ripped off at the elbow and its throat torn apart. There were two bullet holes in your wall from where the intruder had fired his gun, and the third must have been in your dog, judging by the way he was favoring his left leg and the blood that was dripping from the wound in his thigh.
“Shit.” Bobby couldn’t stop staring at the mangled body, cursing when he heard sirens approaching as you crouched to inspect the dog’s wound. “What the fuck are we gonna do about this?”
“Nothing.” You shook your head when he scoffed at you, rising to your feet and grabbing his gun to set it next to yours on the side table. “It’s a home invasion, the cops aren’t gonna dig into something this straightforward. Is that gun clean?”
“Yeah.” He frowned at you while you wrapped a strip of fabric around Schatzi’s leg to staunch the bleeding. “Do you know who it was?”
“Didn’t recognize him.” You managed to bring up some fake tears as you prepared to meet the police. “Think Merks knows we’re working with the new crew.”
Bobby just nodded and held you up while you opened the door, clenching his jaw at your fake sobbing and trying not to roll his eyes when one of the cops on your front lawn was that mustached idiot you’d spent so much time teasing. The asshole actually growled at Bobby before turning to you with a worried look on his face, ripping you out of Bobby’s arms and holding you close while you sobbed into his chest and the rest of the cops rushed into the house.
“Suzy! What happened?” Bill completely ignored Bobby while he leaned against the wall once his leg started screaming at him, the dog loping out of the house too and standing next to Bobby while the officer inspected your face. “Did he do this to you?”
“No, Bill, Bobby came to save me.” You were still wailing dramatically as you reached behind you to squeeze Bobby’s hand, letting him pull you away from Bill and tucking your face into his shoulder while your chest heaved. “I don’t know what would have happened if Schatzi wasn’t there. Why did this happen?”
“We’re gonna find out, honey. Over here!” Bill turned away from you to wave down the paramedics when they pulled up, telling them to make sure you were ok before frowning at you and Bobby again. “I have to secure the scene, Suze, I’ll check on you later.”
He snarled at Bobby before heading into the house, leaving you to the ministrations of the paramedics while Bobby ran his hands over you. One of the cops ran back outside while they were examining you to vomit on your front lawn, scowling at Bobby and Schatzi once he was finished and wiping his mouth as you stumbled towards the ambulance.
“That thing should be put down.” The cop spat as he stood back up, cringing when Schatzi whined and turned to lick his wound. “It’s a fucking killer.”
“Yeah? Fuck off.” Bobby rose to his full height and growled at the asshole, snorting when he scurried back into the house after averting his gaze before turning and scratching the dog behind his ears. “Good boy. Let’s get you cleaned up, dog. Gonna make you a fucking steak.”
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abbatoirablaze · 2 years
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SDAU, Grumpy Grizzly, The Party
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“What I tell you, brother,” Curtis grinned as he wrapped his arm around the other alpha’s shoulders.  He pointed to the door where his mate was coming with another girl.  Lee gave a relieved sigh, seeing both girls smiling sweetly at him and Curtis, “she’s a cobra…name is Meegan.”
“Meegan,” Lee smiled, testing the name on his tongue.  He gave his friend another smirk.  He hadn’t ever been with a cobra, but had heard they were wild in bed, “I like it.  She’s cute!  She knows she’s my date, right?”
“Alpha!” Adriana chirped excitedly, practically launching herself into the bear’s arms.  Curtis chuckled as she immediately scented him, rubbing her cheek against his scent glands.  The cobra coughed awkwardly, and Lee looked at her, “this is my friend from class.  She’s never been to a Rho party either.”
“I’m Meegan!”
“Lee.”
“Adriana invited me,” she said sweetly as she eyed him up and down, “she said that you’re part of the fraternity.”
“Yeah,” he grinned.  She smiled.  He licked his lips as he gave her a once over, “do you want me to grab you a drink or something?”
“Sure!” she smiled.  Curtis clapped his friend on the back and walked away with his mate attached to his hip as Lee tried to be courteous, showing the girl through to the kitchen where a number of kegs were hooked up and in the process of being tapped. 
But when he turned around to talk to the cobra once more, she was gone.  Lee instantly felt a pang in his chest, when his eyes settled on one of his brothers, his arm around her waist as he chatted her up.  Lee growled, stomping off to the kitchen to grab himself a beer. 
And when he turned around once more, he noticed her.  His brow furrowed. 
Why was she here?
Lee felt nervous.  Protective even. 
Sweetness looked more nervous than a deer in the headlights as she looked around from her spot at the door.  She argued with one of his frat brothers for a second and they nervously looked at her when she pointed to Lee.  When she smiled and waved at Lee, he got a huge grin on his face.  He was surprised to see her, but he didn’t think to question why she was at his place. 
He couldn’t help the happiness that started in his belly.  His brother’s brow furrowed as he mouthed the word ‘yours?’  Lee nodded and he let her through, but suddenly he felt nervous as she closed the distance.  When she stopped in front of him, Lee couldn’t help but sound surprised, “Sweetness?  What are you doing here?  Not that I’m complaining…did one of the guys invite you?”  
“O-Officer Bodecker!” she replied breathily.  He felt his cock twitch in his jeans at how her voice sounded.  It was light an airy while sounding sultry.  She bit her lip and held out his phone, “y-you left the station today without it.  I-I thought maybe you might need it.  I d-didn’t want you thinking you lost it all weekend.”
His bear rumbled happily in his head.
Omega was thinking about us.
Lee gave her a soft smile as he took the phone from her hands.  His breath hitched in his throat as it felt like a jolt of electricity passed through them when his hand touched hers.  She chirped, then blushed and looked away. 
“Thank you, sweetness!  But remember, outside the station it’s just Lee, alright?” he asked.  She nodded and he smiled a little bit more, “good girl, omega.”
She chirped once more, and Lee chuckled.
“I-I’m sorry alpha.”
“Don’t be,” he smiled, feeling overjoyed at how she was reacting to him,  “You should stay!”
Her head snapped up, surprise lacing her features as she looked at him, “Wh-what?”
“You should stay!” Lee repeated over the music, “have some fun.  Enjoy the party!”
“I-I couldn’t…I shouldn’t stay offic-Lee…”
He smiled when her words tapered off.  She looked around the party.  It was obvious that the sophomore hadn’t been to a party before, “I understand…it can be nerve-wracking!”
Her eyes shot to his again, “Wh-what?”
“Never been to a party?”
She shook her head, instantly clinging to his side when he wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the kegs to get her some beer.  Lee felt himself holding back a rumble as she seemed to tuck herself into him, fitting perfectly under his arm. 
She’s a koala.  It’s in her nature to cling to people, especially an alpha.
“No…”
“No need to be nervous, sweet girl,” Lee smiled kindly as he handed her a red solo cup filled with golden liquid.  She took it nervously and Lee released his arm from her waist.  He swore he heard her whimper as she batted her long lashes in his direction, “go and explore the house.  Talk to some of my brothers.  They’re great guys.  They’ll take care of you.  Go have fun, omega.”
“A-are you sure?”
He nodded, “yeah…”
He didn’t sound sure.  Hell, he hadn’t even felt sure.  There was a very large part of him that didn’t want to let sweetness go and look around the house without him or explore the party.  He wanted to keep her tucked against his chest the whole night.  He wanted to take her to his room and claim the sweet little koala.  But he knew he couldn’t. 
So, he watched her woefully as she walked away from him, sipping her beer. Lee sighed to himself, refilling his cup.  It wasn’t more than a few seconds later that Lee saw Pronge wrap his arm around her waist. 
Lee felt jealousy bubbling up in the pit of his stomach as she smiled at him, as she laughed at his jokes.  He looked back to Lee, shooting him a wink, before tipping her cup up while she drank, whispering a soft alpha command that she finish it all.
Lee watched as the pledges kept trekking back and forth between the kitchen grabbing beer for her.  Lee smiled to himself, knowing that his friend was helping the shy koala unwind; something that he knew she deserved.  She was always so timid and focused on work.  It wasn’t a little while longer where a few more of his brothers engaged him in some drinking games, and he lost all sight of her and Pronge.
It was a little while later when Lee noticed that a good bit of the pledges and some of the sophomores were missing; the party having turned into mostly juniors and seniors.  He felt anxiety bubbling up in his chest, knowing that he hadn’t seen sweetness in a while.  She wouldn’t have left without telling him goodbye.  He knew that.  She didn’t even like ending the class or the station without him knowing they were parting ways.
“Curtis…where’s Freezy?”
“You know him,” he laughed as his omega came back with new drinks for the both of them.  He smiled and kissed her temple before looking around.  Not seeing her, he shrugged, “a while ago he took some girls and they’re making some of his famous videos.  Maybe she went up to have some fun with him.”
A few more juniors and seniors laughed, but Lee felt dread in the pit of his stomach. 
Sweetness wouldn’t have left without saying goodbye but there was even less of a chance that she would have gone upstairs willingly to film one of his little videos.  She was an innocent little thing. 
No, not his sweetness.  Not unless she’d been given something.  Lee gave a fake laugh, but hurriedly made his way upstairs, hearing the music fade away, as a more primal sound started to take hold on the second floor. 
Lee burst into the room, seeing an orgy happening around him, piles of limbs intertwined and mingled together.  He saw the parrot that had embarrassed him earlier in the week with her friend, both seniors being railed by two freshmen while a few more shot their loads all over their bodies, calling them sluts.  And his heart stopped when he saw her.  His little sweetness.
She was up there with his brothers.
The timid little koala looked blitzed out of her mind, barely coherent as Bucky kissed along her inner thigh.  Her jeans were missing, and Bucky looked like he was ready to tear through her panties.  Lee ripped his friend away from her, and she barely reacted, her head lulling to the side. 
“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Pronge asked, handing the camera to another brother.  He directed him closer to the two parrots while Bucky growled at him, “Barnes is gonna fuck that little cobra bitch til she doesn’t know up from down…we’ll show her for fucking around like that.”
“I think she’s already there from what you gave her,” Bucky chuckled, licking his lips.  He leaned forward and tilted her head towards him and squeezed her jaw, forcing it open.  Her eyes glistened as she looked at the men, her eyes finally settling on Lee’s.  Lee was growling at Bucky, and Bucky let go, “Come on, Bodecker.  We’re doing this for you.  Pronge said we’re teaching some girls that fucked you over a lesson.  Caught this one just wandering around without you…said he nodded at you and you didn’t tell him no.  The parrots will be a good release, but this one’s too fucked up for the full release…she’ll just get a private screening for us guys on movie night.”
Bucky leaned forwards and nuzzled his nose against hers.  She mewled, but pushed him away from her, falling to her knees in front of Lee. 
“Officer Alpha,” she giggled drunkenly as she nuzzled his leg.  Her arms wrapped around his thick thigh as she began kissing her way up his leg.  His breath hitched as she reached his inner thigh, her hands gliding over his crotch, “Alpha Bo-dick me down.  I wanna feel you, Lee.”
“That’s not the cobra that rejected me!” Lee hissed.  He shuddered as her hands reached for his zipper, and shooting a glare to his brothers, he picked sweetness up bridal style. 
“Officer Bo-dick her down!” Bobby laughed, “god, I can’t believe I never thought of that.”
She instantly whimpered, snuggling against the grizzly, “this is my fucking co-worker.  She’s the little koala that works the reception desk at the station.  She brought my phone back because I left it there and I told her to enjoy the party.  You fucking pricks!”
“Oh shit,” Pronge chuckled.  He licked his lips and made a face, “Sorry sheriff.”
Bucky licked his lips and took a step towards Lee.  His hand trailed up the koala’s leg and she whimpered again when his fingers skimmed along her outer thigh, “I still get to fuck her though?  Right?  Got to slide beneath those panties and I had my fingers in that tight little cunt…fuck Lee, she tastes so sweet…I wanna see how much she can take.”
Lee growled, and Pronge’s eyes widened as he had his own realization, “Wait…the little koala?  This is sweetness?”
Lee blushed, his anger fading away as Pronge called her by the nickname that only he was allowed to use.  She whimpered a little more, only this time she started fighting her way out of his arms until Lee placed her delicately on the ground.  She leaned into him, tucking herself beneath his arm.  She began kissing his chest, snuggling into his sweater, “the little koala omega you’ve had a crush on since she started at the station?  THIS?  She’s here?  Why the fuck didn’t you tell us that she was coming?  That this was her?  Why wasn’t she with you?”
“I didn’t know she was coming,” Lee growled, feeling possessive of the half-conscious woman.  He gripped her a little tighter and she moaned and leaned up on her tip toes, her lips grazing over his mating gland.  Lee shuddered, his eyes closing momentarily.  She began sucking and nipping on the spot, driving Lee wild.  When his eyes opened Pronge had a smirk on his face.  He growled, “what did you give her.”
“Nothing major,” Pronge chuckled with a shrug, “just some booze…”
Lee narrowed his eyes, “she wouldn’t get this way from ‘some’ booze.  She barely has the confidence to look me in the eyes, let alone go for my crotch.  And sweetness is too innocent to be that brazen to go for my mating gland, no matter how drunk someone would get her.”
“Okay a lot of booze,” Pronge laughed, finding the situation entirely too amusing, “and a little bit ago…some scooby snacks…she’ll be really fun in a few more minutes.”
She moaned again, this time Lee noticed one hand fisting his shirt, but the other had been massaging his thick thigh once again.  He was sporting a hard-on from her earlier attempts at getting at his crotch that pressed firmly against his jeans. 
“Looks like she’s ready,” Bucky panted, licking his lips again, “I can take care of her if you can’t, Lee…like I said…I had a taste, and I’d be willing to have the whole thing.”
Lee only growled in response.  The vibrations of his growl sent a wave of slick to sweetness’ entrance.  Lee’s eyes closed as he caught her scent.  Instantly he was salivating.  Something inside of him snapped and his heart raced.
Her scent.
It wrapped thickly around him, and he took a deep breath, inhaling every bit that he could. 
“Alpha!” she chirped once again.  Lee’s growl turned into a rumble as he looked down at the sweet little thing who was tucking herself into his neck.  Her fingers slid closer to his bulge, and she stroked him over his pants as her teeth nipped along his neck once again. 
Lee shuddered, his breath hitching in his throat.  He tried to focus on something, anything that would pull his attention away from the little koala and he ended up looking straight into his friend’s eyes.  Pronge was grinning, “Wanna be in a film with your girl, Sheriff?  Can make a private copy just for the two of you to tell the cubs about when they’re born nine months from now.” 
“Fuck off, Bobby.” Lee growled at his friend and pushed past him and Bucky, pulling his little sweetness up the flight of stairs to where his room was on the third floor.
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littlelioncub43 · 9 months
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Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them
Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!
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The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.
Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.
You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.
"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"
"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"
"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."
You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.
"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"
"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."
"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"
He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.
"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"
How can he refuse?
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onsunnyside · 2 years
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freezy? my man?!
he’s nasty nasty, fucking you on the back of his ice cream truck after a particularly stressing job, making you work at his club so he can keep an eye on you, fingering you and showing off your pretty pussy informó of his coworkers so they know who do u belong to, pushing his beer bottle into you as he asks you to ‘hold onto it for a sec’, sending you as bait for the pretty trust fund baby in order to kidnap him, only to torture him as he edges him with your pussy, possibilities are endless!
this !! god he's so disgusting i love him. you're his little toy, his plaything that he can just undress and stuff full whenever he wants. he's really into object insertion and christens his new guns and knives by getting you to 'polish' them. major dom move to make you edge his captive who he's holding for ransom (hehe)
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