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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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This is what I got!!! 🤣🤣🤣

I'm shocked it fits everything.

And then for the trope, maybe medium? You're call. 😉

This one has so much going on 😂

All Bobby ever knew how to do was fight. But he never thought he was going to have to fight his way to save you, his childhood best friend. Buying you out of a porn contract was the first step. But you’re not an easy one to figure out. But you were falling. And he was still fighting it. Until one night when you cleaned his wounds…he couldn’t fight anymore.

#moodboards #mr. Freezy x reader

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sweetlilbambi · 2 years

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꒰ WELCOME TO SWEETLILBAMBI PRODUCTIONS! ꒱ ୨୧

( — # YES, DADDY! ) ꒦꒷ HERE ARE SOME THINGS TO CHECK OUT WHILE UR HERE! ENJOY UR STAY! ( ˘ ³˘)

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( # — FUCK, IM GONNA CUM! ) ꒦꒷ PLEASE BE RESPECTFUL AND THANK YOU FOR INQUIRING WITH SWEETLILBAMBI PRODUCTIONS! *ੈ✩‧₊˚

#bambi’s theme #pls reblog! hehe #chris <3 #steve <3 #lloyd <3 #ari <3 #andy <3 #mr freezy <3 #curtis <3 #eddie <3 #chris evans x reader #steve rogers x reader #bambi’s moodboards <3 #bambi’s dreams #bambi’s psa #bambi’s thoughts #bambi’s shitposts

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starryevermore · 2 years

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starrysleepvoer: a 4k follower celebration

you’ve been invited to kayla’s 4k follower celebration sleepover! where is it? right in my askbox! when is it? it’s from SAT, JULY 9, 2022 at 5:00pm EST - FRI, JULY 15, 2022 at 5:00pm EST! what does this entail? keep reading to find out!

note: if you are asking for multiple things, PLEASE send each request in individual asks!

note 2: you can go ahead and start sending things in! however, nothing will be answered until 07/09/22 at 5:00PM.

🥃 blurbs

got an idea for something you want me to write? send in a “🥃” emoji + a prompt (from the list provided or something of your own creation) + the character(s) and i’ll write it for you!

i no longer write rpf, so please only send in characters. the characters you can pick from are as follows:

mcu characters: bucky barnes, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, peter parker, steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, khonshu, layla el-faouly, kate bishop.

seb stan characters: bucky barnes, charles blackwood, lance tucker, lee bodecker, jefferson/mad hatter, nick fowler, steve kemp.

cevans characters: steve rogers, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, robert pronge/mr. freezy, frank adler, jake jensen, curtis everett, lloyd hansen.

oscar isaac characters: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, santiago garcia.

pedro pascal characters: din djarin, frankie morales, javi gutierrez.

star wars characters: poe dameron, obi-wan kenobi, luke skywalker, din djarin.

if there is a character you would like me to write that does not fall within this list, please send an ask or message beforehand to see if i'm okay with that character.

i write angst, fluff, smut, and dark fics. if you have a preference for what the blurb will be, please specify in your ask.

standard request faq information does still apply.

prompt list

🍷 what if...?

have you ever read a fic of mind and thought “hmm...i wonder what would happen if xyz had happened instead? well here’s the time to find out! send in an “🍷” + the fic (series, oneshot, blurb—whatever!) + your scenario and i’ll cook up a blurb or headcanon for you!

any oneshot or blurb is up for grabs.

the following series can be discussed: let my guard down (bucky), traitor (bucky/steve), remember me (bucky/nat), the wolf and the mouse (bucky/nick), she gets the flowers (steve/ransom), holding her heart (lee/ari), let’s ride (ari), and ever after (multiple).

🍹 moodboards

if you would like a moodboard, send in a “🍹” emoji + a concept (ex. bookstore date, stargazing, etc.)

🍸 mini games

send in a “🍸” plus any game you would like me to play. games include but are not limited to:

fmk (which may become fuck/marry/kiss if i can’t kill anyone)

would you rather

this or that

top 5

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if you send a question from any of the lists, please copy and paste the question in full OR provide the list letter provided below + the number/letter from the list itself.

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got something you wanna rant about? something good happen in your life? wanna just chat about your day? send in a “🥂” emoji + whatever’s on your mind!

no pressure tags: @golbrockstar @xplrvibes @annab-nana @randomcinnamonpumpkinspice @jakelcckley @purpleshallot @winterbaebucky @tumblin-theworldaway @blackwidownat2814 @the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo

#starrysleepover #starrywrites #starryevermore

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krirebr · 5 months

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WAAAHHHHH IM IN LOVE WITH THE MR FREEZY MOODBOARD

Aw, nonnie, yay! That makes me so happy! Thank you, dear 💜

#hi nonnie #ask kris

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eulalielatibule · 3 years

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So even though I'm not writing at the moment, I wanted to share with y'all a moodboard based off of an idea I had.

So basically, this is an AU based off of WandaVision's 80's episode, mixed with some multiverse shiz which is why Mr. Freezy is there. Rob is sent to kill Wanda for one reason or another, and reader is Tommy and Billy's babysitter. Wanda is dark/soft dark and is obsessed with reader, but of course Rob takes a liking to her too.

If anyone is interested in this story, please hit me up before hand rather than just stealing it and writing it as your own idea, thanks!

#Robert Pronge #mr freezy #wanda maximoff #mr freezy x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #moodboards

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sparkledfirecracker · 2 years

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Series: Family Affairs

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

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

Status: In progress

Total current word count: 44,6k

Divider by @firefly-graphics

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

Upcoming story previews

Smutty Curtis drabble: Savouring Highs

Outtake Monsters & Heels

Monster & Heels

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

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

It Will All Come Back - prequel

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

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

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

Talk To Me

Curtis Everett x female reader | word count: 17k

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

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

Good for you - COMING SOON

Mr. Freezy aka Robert Pronge x female reader

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

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

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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Previously titled: Sonny’s Fic Rec Masterlist

𝐒𝐎𝐋 ☀︎︎。·:*:·ﾟ,。·:*:·ﾟ

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬.

✩ 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍: Fic Recs By Categories (GN!Reader, holiday/birthday etc).

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑪𝒉𝒓𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔, 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 (𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝑺𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇), 𝑻𝒐𝒎 𝑯𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅,𝑾𝑶𝑪!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓/𝑷𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒛𝒆!𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒄. 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔.

THIS BLOG IS STRICTLY 18+ ONLY. NO MINORS.

None of these stories belong to me or were written by me. This is just a masterlist of the stories I’ve read! Read the warnings for each story. Your media consumption is your responsibility. ❛Each and every author mentioned on this blog is talented and I strongly recommend following them and giving them the recognition they deserve by reblogging and liking their work.❜ All dividers and moodboards are made by me. Lists are updated frequently but randomly — #Galore Update.

𝐇𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠!

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

❝𝐶ℎ𝑟𝑖𝑠 𝐸𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑠❞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬:

Steve Rogers - MCU

Ransom Drysdale - Knives Out

Curtis Everett - Snowpiercer

Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) - The Iceman

Ari Levinson - Red Sea Diving Resort

Jake Jensen - The Losers

Frank Adler - Gifted

Johnny Storm - Fantastic Four

Colin Shea - What’s Your Number

“Me” - Playing It Cool

Jake Wyler - Not Another Teen Movie

Harvard Hottie - The Nanny Diaries

Bryce Langley - Fierce People

Mike Weiss - Puncture

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

❝𝑆𝑒𝑏𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑎𝑛 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑛 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠❞

Bucky Barnes - MCU

Chris Beck - The Martian

Lee Bodecker - The Devil All the Time

Charles Blackwood - We Have Always Lived in the Castle

Mickey Henry - Monday

Carter Baizen - Gossip Girl

Lance Tucker - The Bronze

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

❝𝑇𝑜𝑚 𝐻𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑❞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬:

Peter Parker - MCU

Arvin Russell - The Devil All the Time

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

❝𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟❞

All the fics from every different person/characters rec lists with WOC!reader & plus size!reader. Along with honourable author mentions.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・

❝𝑀𝑖𝑠𝑐. 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠❞

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬:

Thor - MCU, Loki - MCU

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jtargaryen18 · 4 years

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Pretty Baby

Part 2

Pairings:Robert Pronge aka Mr. Freezy (The Iceman) x Reader

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: This is a dark story for me. Bad language, hitmen, assassination, death by cyanide poisoning. chloroform, kidnapping, non-con, general creepiness. For that reason, I’m not tagging on this one. Please read responsibly.

Summary: A mark’s daughter is in the wrong place at the right time for Mr. Freezy…He decides to keep her.

A special thanks to @imanuglywombat for the gorgeous moodboard for this. Thank you SO much! 💕💕💕

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What had you done to deserve this?

Your heart thundered in your chest as you realized just what a bad turn your life had just taken.

Your mother had passed away at the end of your first year at the small women’s college in upstate New York. Your father introduced himself to you at her funeral. You had known of him but had never met him. You knew he’d sent money for you to your mother over the years.

When he’d told you that you could stay at his house for the summer, you’d taken him up on the offer. You thought it might be a way to get to know him, especially with your mother gone. It would also help with money so you could stay in school.

You’d been at your father’s house for maybe a week when you realized what a big mistake you’d made.

Your father was a drug dealer. Worse, he was a user too, so he was careless. The first night you’d had a spaghetti dinner he’d made and there had been some red flags in that first true conversation. Yeah. the house was worn down and your father had a rather crude sense of humor, but you hadn’t minded that. You’d give him a chance.

The hookers he’d had over that night? The two of them and your father had kept you up until four in the morning. You could only imagine what was going on because you hadn’t had sex at this point in your life. It had you thinking that maybe you should have just sucked it up, worked a couple of jobs, and lived in a crappy apartment for the summer like your friends.

You heard him talking in the next room, and it temporarily pulled you out of your memories, and your heart slammed in fear. Was he on the phone?

If you’d gone with your gut, maybe then you wouldn’t be handcuffed to a bed by the seriously scary man on the phone in the next room.

You’d managed to hide when the one man came to your house to use the phone. You’d been in the kitchen when your father grumbled about “some idiot who had broken down” on his street. Ironically, you were writing a letter for your father at the time. You were going to catch him out and leave the letter for him. You’d catch a bus and head back to the college.

When the knock on the door happened? Well, considering the hookers and shady types who had been in and out of your father’s house all week? You hid like a scared rabbit in the pantry with your notebook and pen.

Through the crack in the door, you saw the man. He was tall, a head taller than your father, with dark hair and colder eyes. You just knew he was there to kill him. You didn’t see how he did it. You just knew he was going to do it.

And he did.

You’d darted out of the pantry the minute the man left, checking your father for a pulse. There was none. But how he died wasn’t obvious. Your father hadn’t been shot or stabbed. His throat wasn’t slashed, his neck wasn’t broken.

You’d been terrified, wondering what to do. Did you call the police? And if you did and told them the truth, would whoever killed your father come after you?

Apparently, you sat there for a while because someone’s heavy tread thumped outside the kitchen door and you shot back into the pantry.

The second man? He came to collect your father. He was taller, younger, and hairy. His shoulders were wide, his arms heavily muscled. You’d watched in horror as he wrapped your father up in plastic and prepared to drag him away.

That was when the reality of the situation hit you. You had to get out of there. You had to get back to your friends. Tonight.

Only you never made it. No, you were in a strange house somewhere, you had no idea where. The man had knocked you out. Your right hand was handcuffed to the cheap brass headboard of the double bed you rested on.

The bedroom you were in was plain with off-white walls, dingy from neglect with cobwebs in the corners. No curtains hung on the windows and one of them was cracked. The shag run on the floor was worn and dirty. There was a small bedside table with rings stained onto its surface and a cheap lamp with a bare bulb and no shade on it for light.

Your heart leapt into your throat when the door to your room swung open and he walked in.

If I keep you, you going to be a good girl for me?

With your wrist chained to one bed post, your curled yourself into a ball next to it, watching as he walked around to your side of the bed, carrying the notebook you’d been writing in when your nightmare began.

The bed dipped when he sat down on the edge of the mattress at your feet. His eyes were blue behind those enormous wire-framed glasses, his face framed by long waves of dark hair. He wore a mutton chop beard. All of it combined to obscure his face. And it wasn’t an unattractive face if you looked closely.

You were afraid to look too closely. You were all too afraid you knew what he wanted and that you wouldn’t survive. You knew your only chance was to convince him to let you go.

Angling his shoulders toward you, they were broad, he grinned holding up the red notebook. The color flashed in your eyes like a warning.

“This yours?” he asked, his voice deep and raspy.

You swallowed hard, nodded.

Smirking, he opened the front cover and began to read.

“Dear Dad,” he began. “I’m sorry I left without saying goodbye. And I wanted to say thank you for offering me a place to stay this summer. But I decided it would probably be best for me to head back to the city, find a job for the summer, and study for the fall.”

Those intense eyes lifted from the page, his gaze locking with yours. You waited on him to say something, to do something. He just stared at you and your heart sped up, beating harder and faster.

When he went back to your letter, there wasn’t much left, you breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m glad we’ve had the chance to talk. If you’re ever in the city, I’d love to see you. Lots of love…” The man blew out an exhale before speaking your name.

Flipping through the pages of the notebook, he didn’t find anything else. At that point, he tossed the wire-bound book in the floor and regarded you carefully.

“You were just going to cut out on your old man,” he said baldly. “Is that it?”

“No.” Yes. Somehow you found your voice to speak. “I didn’t… want to be a… burden to him. And I do need to study...”

It sounded like a weak excuse, even to your own ears.

“Study, huh?” He scooted closer, his denim-covered thigh brushing the bottoms of your bare feet. “You have a boyfriend waiting or something?”

You shook your head quickly in denial. No. You’d been on a handful of dates, but no boyfriend.

“So you didn’t care how he felt about that?” he pressed on. “Doesn’t matter now. He’s dead. But I’m curious.”

Tears burned your eyes and you tried to blink them back.

“I barely knew him,” you explained. “I didn’t m-meet him until my mother’s funeral a few weeks ago.”

Dark brows rose in question above the frames of his glasses. “You’d never met him?”

You shook your head. “He sent money for me but…”

“What did you think when you met him?”

Why did this man want to know what you thought about your father?

“H-he was nice to me,” you offered.

“Nice, huh?” He shook his head, one hand sliding up to trace a finger along your instep. You jerked your foot away. “What did you think of the call girls he got high with each night?”

Despite your efforts, tears were beginning to spill from your eyes.

“It’s… was h-his business,” you told him. “It didn’t matter what I thought.”

His hand slid over your bare foot now, rough from hard work.

“You ever been around a drug dealer before?” he wanted to know. “A whore?”

You shook your head.

“But your mother had boyfriends, right?”

That hand massaged your foot, his fingers toying with your toes.

“No,” you replied. “We… we’re Catholic. He wouldn’t… sign the divorce papers. She was still married to him so she… she didn’t see anyone else. The church doesn’t allow it... It was just me and her.”

The man’s grin widened. He looked like the cat that ate the canary. With a firm grip on your ankle, he pulled your foot into his lap, playing with it.

“You’ve got… the cutest little feet,” he said idly. “Even toes, nice nails. Not many people have nice feet like these. Not even women.”

Leaning down, he brushed a wet kiss over the top of that foot, and you froze when his tongue touched your skin. It was unfamiliar enough that you were afraid to do anything about it.

“So, pretty baby,” he said in a teasing voice that just inspired more fear in you. “You didn’t really have a man in your life, did you?”

You shook your head. “It was just me and Mom. And she’s gone. If… if you let me go, I promise I won’t say anything to anyone. I don’t even have a lot of friends… I’ll just go back and…”

The amusement in his expression only increased. Lines formed around his eyes as he smiled.

“What did I tell you was gonna happen, huh?” Holding your ankle in one hand, the other slid up your calf to the back of your knee. “I’m going to keep you…” His fingers brushed the back of your knee and you jerked in his grip. “Never had a real good girl before.”

Leaning in closer, he made you feel crammed against the bedpost. “You’re a real good girl, aren’t you?”

Oh, God. You were afraid to answer that. But you couldn’t bear the way he was staring you down, so you nodded.

“You ever fucked before?”

You stared at him with wide eyes and he laughed which only heightened your anxiety. “That’s a no… You ever kissed anyone?”

That answer was likely obvious too and it only seemed to delight him.

“Never had a virgin,” he told you. “Even when I was one.”

With a firm grip on your leg, he pulled you closer to him. You bottom pressed to his hip now and tried to curl in on yourself. Your right arm pulled above your head in the handcuffs, the metal biting into your wrist.

“Mister, please,” you begged. “Please… let me go home.”

When you planted your left hand on his chest trying to hold him back, he grabbed that wrist and pressed it against the mattress next to your head. His other hand plucked his glasses off, tossing them into bedside table.

“I’m Robert,” he told you, his nose brushing yours as his heavy body pressed yours into the mattress. “You’re going to call me that. I’m not your Daddy…” His lips brushed yours, his tongue swiping your lower lip. “I’m not into that sir shit either…” Another kiss and it felt so odd with his mustache and beard against yours face. “A good little wife calls her husband by name.”

Good little wife?

You struggled to free your hands, but it did you little good. Robert held you easily.

With his free hand he reached under you to find the tab on your dress’s zipper and pulled it down. You muttered no against his lips, but it only gave him the opening to slide his tongue in your mouth. His kiss was deep, demanding but it didn’t hurt. You didn’t know how to return his kiss, so you let him take what he wanted, compliant until you felt his fingers working the hooks at the back of your bra.

You fought him then, trying to squirm away, trying to kick him. He chuckled as his lips moved across your face to your throat, his teeth nipping a little at the tender flesh he found there.

Just as quickly, he rose above you, grabbing the neckline of your dress and pulling it down along with your strapless bra. The spaghetti strap of your dress on your right side popped free, breaking since that arm was restrained.

You gyrated like crazy, doing everything you could to keep him from pulling it off with your hands out of play. It was all too easy for him. He was just too strong. When you were bare beneath him except for your sheer white panties, he made a growling sound as his greedy gaze roamed over you.

You were mortified. You couldn’t cover your breasts, you couldn’t hide anything with your hands caught and your lower body pinned under his weight.

“Look at you,” he whispered, his left hand skimming up your body with a delicacy you wouldn’t think he’d possess. He palmed a breast, gently squeezing it, testing its weight. “No scars. Sheltered life, huh?”

You didn’t answer. You couldn’t look at him. No one had ever seen you like this.

You cried out in surprise when you felt his mouth cover the same breast. Robert moaned as he pulled the little point of your nipple into his mouth, his tongue tracing circles all around it. The bristle of his beard scraped sensitive skin, making your shudder and burn in humiliation. He took his time, his greedy mouth working both of your breasts while weakly tried to free yourself, to mentally distance yourself from what was happening to you.

“Hey.”

“Ouch!”

Robert had pinched your thigh hard and it hurt. Your gaze met his and you saw those blue eyes lit up in anger.

“Eyes on me,” he told you meaningfully. He pressed his lips to your ribs just below one breast. “Your full attention on me. Or you’ll pay for it.”

Swallowing nervously, you watched in horror as he chained wet presses of his lips over your tummy, over your covered mound. Your entire body clenched up, but he kept going, brushing kisses down over your thighs to your knees.

What was he doing?

Trembling like a leaf below him, all you could do was watch as he made his way to your feet, pulling one up and pressing kisses over the top, down to your toes. When he sucked your toes into his mouth and you felt his tongue rolling around them, you started from the unfamiliar sensation. It was odd, it was uncomfortable and yet…

No. No, it doesn’t feel good. No.

Robert spent long moments teasing your foot with his mouth before slowly moving back up to your ankle, his tongue and facial hair a wicked tease that had you squirming more despite yourself. His lips trailed back up the inside your knee, your thigh. When he just pressed his face into your covered womanhood, you full-on trembled.

When he hooked a long finger around the crotch of your panties and pulled them out of the way, your entire body tensed. Using powerful arms to wedge himself between your thighs despite your struggles, Robert smirked up at you.

“Stop,” he sounded more annoyed than angry. “You’ll like this part… Unless you want me to go in dry.”

You shook your head, squeezing your eyes shut. You knew what he meant to do. You couldn’t look. You couldn’t ---

Sharp pain at your thigh and you stared as you realized that he bit the tender flesh of your inner thigh.

“What did I say?” he demanded,

“I’m sorry,” you managed, your voice low and shaking.

“No, what the fuck did I tell you to do, huh?” he demanded even as a rough finger slid through your lower, intimate lips.

“To keep…m-my eyes on… you,” you recited.

“That’s right,” he muttered lowering his head and you watched him press his face into your private flesh, rubbing the tip of his nose along the center of your pleasure in a way that had you squirming in his hold.

When he pressed his mouth into you, the feel of his lips and tongue, the tickle of his hair over your thighs and tummy, had you shaking more, fighting to keep still. He moaned into you, a muffled sound and it sent a delicate vibration through your lower body, causing your heart to quicken.

When you felt the quick flutter of his tongue against the pearl that had only ever known your touch, your hips jerked. One heavy hand reached up and violently grabbed the top of your panties, ripping them off. It returned to press over your abdomen, holding you down. The fluttering continued, filling you with shame, making you feel restless and… A foreign craving built within you as he kept going, grinding his face into an embarrassing amount of wetness as his tongue kept moving in crazy fast patterns.

You expelled a puff of breath, twisting in his grip. Finally, you didn’t think you could take it anymore, you tried to push him away with your left hand. Pressing the heel to his forehead. Robert ignored you, his tongue sliding down to the tight entrance he meant to breach.

When the point of his tongue started darting in that entrance, you decided to try harder, grabbing a handful of his hair and pulling, not hard enough to hurt you hoped but enough to get his attention.

Your heart clenched in hope when he stopped.

“Harder,” he muttered.

You just stared at him. Did you misunderstand?

“Pull harder,” he told you before diving back in, doubling his efforts.

And you did, but you were trying to get him to stop, to take his mouth off you. You pulled his hair, fought against his grip. Tears stung the backs of your eyes in humiliation because even as embarrassed as you were, you felt a delicate ache building, a sweet pressure that was taking your breath away.

You knew from masturbation what an orgasm felt like. Good as those solo performances were, the pleasure he was forcibly building within you was beyond anything you’d experienced so far. You didn’t want to enjoy it. You wanted him to stop.

Didn’t you?

When he started fucking you with his tongue determinedly, you were in tears, pulling at his hair so hard you were surprised it wasn’t coming out in your hands.

“Please,” you begged. “Please… stop.”

When you felt a rough finger push into your untried channel you sucked in a breath. You felt it sliding in and out of you, felt his tongue continue to flick against your clit.

“Please,” you pleaded.

“Gonna bring you off,” he muttered against you. “You’ll thank me later.”

“What?”

The pad of his finger found a space deep within you and brushed it. You froze.

“There?” he asked, his hot breath pelting your wet flesh as that finger curled, hitting that space again in a way that took your breath, had you crying out in the room as your body pulsed in a powerful wave of pleasure that you hadn’t asked for. He kept moving that finger, the movement subtle but devastating, and you tried to pull him bald, thrashing on the bed as he used his tongue to make it worse, to keep it going.

When the spasms died down and you were left panting on the bed, you watched as he sat up, swiping at his mouth with the back of his hand. He unbuttoned the striped shirt he wore, pulling it off to reveal his upper body, heavily muscled and his chest lightly covered with light brown hair. His breath came fast as he rose from the bed to shed his jeans and underwear, the entire time his heated gaze roamed over your body in greed.

Like the rest of him, his cock was big and it was swollen. You knew a moment’s panic. No way that was going to work. He saw where your attention went and took himself in hand, smooth strokes up and down. His grin was crooked and filled with ill intent.

“Time to get you opened up,” he told you, climbing over you on the bed.

Robert wasted no time in slotting himself between your thighs, lowering himself over you. You focused on your breathing. It was going to happen, and you could only imagine it would hurt worse if you fought him.

Breathe. In and out.

He was heavy and hot over you, positioning himself to spear into you with a firm hand. Instinctively, you parted your legs further, just hoping when this was over, he wasn’t going to kill you. If you could just live…

It stretched and burned as he pushed into you. When he reached your barrier, he lifted his gaze to yours. Some manic delight lit up his blue eyes.

“There it is,” he muttered. “Mine for the taking.”

Collaring both wrists in strong hands, he dropped more of his weight on you and then he pushed through the veil of your innocence fast and hard, pushing in to the hilt in one powerful thrust. You sucked in a breath at the pain, biting your lip until you tasted the coppery tint of your blood.

Robert was rotating his hips subtly, grinding into you slowly. When he spotted the blood on your lip, his mouth sealed over yours. His tongue tried to draw yours into his dance, but you still didn’t know the steps. You just held still, hoping it would be over soon. Hoping…

Breathe, in and out.

It was almost as if he moved in time with your breathing. The sting was horrible when he began to pull out of you and push back in. His body was taut above yours, muscles flexing as he worked over you.

“Fuck, you’re a tight little thing,” he told you, his dark hair hanging around his face as he fucked you. “Not… gonna be able to last long… Jesus…”

That’s what you wanted to hear. Almost done. Almost…

You kept your gaze on him, breathed. To your dismay, the pain faded, and you felt that same pressure start build in your core. You clenched around him, your legs came up to cradle his hips.

Robert grinned at you then. “That’s it. You’re getting the hang of it.”

Dropping his left hand, his fingers slid between you. Delicate strokes of his fingers on your clit – how was such a beast of man able to touch that lightly? – until you were right there on the edge, feeling like a bomb about to go off.

“Come on,” Robert leaned down to whisper hotly in your ear, teasing the shell of it with his tongue until you were trembling beneath him. His cock drove into you over and over and the wicked, teasing glide of his fingers were inescapable.

You screamed when you came and you knew he was saying something, cheering you on. But you were lost to the waves of pleasure the rough man above you was imposing. His thrusts came harder, the slight pain bringing you around.

With no warning, he lifted from you, pulling himself free of your channel and stroking himself hard and fast as his come spurted across your belly and thighs. You fought to breathe, keeping your eyes on him. You didn’t miss the blood that covered his cock, his hand.

When he was spent, he slumped on his knees above you, panting. You were afraid to move, just lying there with your heart flying, wondering in growing fear what happened to you now.

Robert reached over to grab his glasses and put them back on, suddenly fascinated with your private flesh and his own.

“You did bleed, didn’t you?” Impersonally, he swiped a finger through your folds, holding it up so you could see it was stained red. “You bled a lot.”

Am I going to bleed more? Are you going to kill me?

Grabbing his shirt from the floor, he used it to clean you up. Again, he was a lot more careful than you would have expected.

“Your shirt?” Wouldn’t your blood ruin it?

Robert shrugged. “What? I can get blood out of anything.”

That wasn’t something you wanted to hear.

Carefully, you pulled up a litte and he wasn’t stopping you. You weren’t able to reach your dress with your wrist cuffed to your distress.

As you watched, he reached for his jeans, pulling out a tiny pair of keys, He reached up and freed you from the handcuff. In the next instant, his hand was around your neck.

“Now, let’s get this out of the way,” he was nose to nose with you. “You live here now. You’re all mine. My little wife.”

It wasn’t the first time he’d used that phrase. You couldn’t begin to understand what was in his head. You did the safest thing you could think of and nodded.

“Until I have you trained, I’m going to keep you secured here in the house,” he explained with an undertone of menace in his voice. “I’ll be generous and give you a nice long leash.”

Leash?

“You ever try to sneak out,” Robert looked you dead in the eye, “or you try to get someone to help you, I’ll kill you. And I’ll kill whoever you pull into it. It’s what I do for a living, okay? I’m good at it… Don’t piss me off.”

You didn’t doubt him.

“Okay,” you muttered.

“Okay, what?”

Your mind scrambled but you finally realized what he wanted you to say, “Okay, Robert.”

That grin. His hand idly slapped your outer thigh.

“Good girl,” he said. “Get dressed. I’ll make us something to eat.”

He pulled on his jeans and sauntered out the bedroom.

Gingerly, you sat up, your lower body aching. You pulled your bra and dress back on. He’d ruined your panties. Stumbling through the room, you spotted the bathroom next door and locked yourself in there. You’d clean yourself up, pull yourself together.

My little wife.

You blew out a shaky exhale as you took a seat on the toilet lid.

On the sink, was a small vase with tiny white roses. Plucking one out, you held it in your shaking hand.

What were you going to do?

#30DaysofChris2020 #JTargaryen18's June Challenge #Pretty Baby #Robert Promge #Robert Prongay #Mr. Freezy #The Iceman #Dark fic #I'm going to hell for this one

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empyreanwritings · 3 years

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Happy Milestone Monday! 💞

To celebrate reaching 4k, I am doing a #LoveIn4k celebration! Requests for love letters, playlists, and moodboards are open!

Requests will be open from now (06/14 - 06/30) and I will try to do them as I get them, but it may take some time!

Playlists/Moodboards:

Can be character x character, character x reader, or poly ships.

Send a theme/vibe/quote with the pairing and pick what you would like (playlist or moodboard)

If you would like something specific for moodboards, you are more than welcome to ask. Ex: poc!reader, gn!reader, male!reader, plus-size, etc.

If there are certains artists you cannot stand for a playlist, please let me know so I don't put them on it!

Playlists will be about 5 songs, unless I start feeling creative

The love letters will be specifically for you:

Tell me a little bit about yourself. Likes/dislikes, fave nicknames, your pronouns, etc.

Your age (I won't be doing the love letters for minors, I apologize now)

If you need extra encouragement or comfort, let me know! If it's a special day like your birthday, also feel free to tell me.

Don't forget to add who you want the letter to be from!

It is open for the MCU and The Vampire Diaries characters! I'd also be okay with any Sebastian Stan or Chris Evans chacter minus a few ((like Mr. Freezy or Jeff whatever his name is))

Thank you to everyone who has followed and shared my love for this fandom with me. I really do enjoy my time on here and interacting with y'all, it makes my day. Here's to another milestone! 💞

Imma tag some mutuals below so this doesn't flop akskdjdj please don't feel pressure to reblog or respond! x

@missmonsters2 @marvelsdc22 @caws5749 @marvelouslytrekking @obsessedwithpandas @samwilsons-pillowpecs @buckysknifecollection @sinfulwlw @buckybarnesplumwhore @gen-tlehoe @jurassicbarnes

#lovein4k #stef speaks

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Sports mood board:

MMA fighter, blackmail, double penetration, Mr. Freezy & Pete Brenner. 🤭

Ooof!!! This one 🫣 these two….THESE TWO! Mr. Filthy and Mr. Sleaze at your service.

Your husband had a gambling problem. And he was in a lot of debt. If he didn’t want you as a form of payment, he shouldn’t have brought you to the match. Robert saw you instantly. Every bite to your lip, every rub on your husband’s thigh. He was going to make sure this was a quick fight. And he was going to make sure you husband’s debt was paid. Just so he can have you, and make your husband watch. It only seemed fair.

#moodboards #Pete Brenner x reader #Mr. Freezy x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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date night with robert pronge

Here’s the thing…you better make sure you specify which Robert Pronge with me 🫣 I went more canon based. And he brought a friend to play with his little Lamb. He may bring more than one friend. You’re nothing but a toy for their amusement and pleasure. Doesn’t matter if you beg. Robert will destroy you one way or another. Happy date night….

#moodboards #robert pronge x reader #mr. freezy x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 8 months

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Kinktober 2023 Masterlist

This year's Kinktober is going to be featuring moodboards that YOU guys help decide. Each of these were created by the moodboard events. Each day in the month of October you will get a new ONE shot. These are not one big universe. Each one will be a stand alone story. Without further adieu

The Girls Come Easy with Lloyd Hansen/Mickey Henry/Clark Kent Just Pull the Trigger with Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes Take A Look with Paul Diskant The Spike in My Heart with Cole Turner We Don't Need No Thought Control with Ransom Drysdale Take the Time with Bucky Barnes This Hole In My Chest with Johnny Storm Losing My Mind with Ryan Ackerman Kiss the Stars with Ari Levinson An Open Page with Jefferson Nasty Naughty Boy with Andy Barber/Cole Turner Things I Can't Escape with Johnny Storm Last Night with Colin Shea Watch & See with Kyle How You Scream My Name with Jake Jensen No Privacy with Johnny Storm He Offers Me Protection with Dean Winchester/Soldier Boy Saints and Sinners with Curtis Everett Keep Coming Back For More with Lucas Lee Diamonds In His Watch with Steve Kemp Warm Up To Me with James Mace In Mysterious Ways with Mr. Freezy/Steve Kemp Fade Away with Ari Levinson It's Yours All Yours with Andy Barber Cause We're All Alone with Dayton White When I Crack That Whip with Mike Weiss What Lightning Sees with Frank Adler The Way You Did Last Night with Jimmy Dobyne Made To Be Mine with Jake Wyler Double Shot of Crown with Chase Collins Fear the Reaper with Ransom Drysdale/Curtis Everett

A/N: This one shots will have various forms of kink. They will range from sweeter kinks to dark. Read ALL warnings before each one shot. You are the one responsible for the content that you consume. Minors DNI!

#kinktober #kinktober 2023 #chris evans #sebastian stan #henry cavill #jensen ackles

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brandycranby · 10 months

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asian reader moodboard series masterlist

While my inbox is always open for general writing and moodboard requests, this series is a special project dear to my heart. I see very little Asian representation in self-insert community spaces and personally, it hurts a lot. But what we make is what we see so here I am.

Currently, I make moodboards for mostly C. Evans characters, Bucky Barnes, and some other S. Stan characters. Feel free to inquire in my inbox. I do not do RPF (real person fiction).

You can be very specific in your reader request (such as Tamil!Reader, Shanghainese!Reader, Khmer!Reader) or more general (EA!Reader, Desi!Reader, SEA!Reader) but please include the aesthetic/vibe/prompt/colors you want as well. You're very welcome to specify that you want a darker model!! (FUCK COLORISM)

Anyone can request and anyone can reblog. In fact, please do or else no one will ever know about these 🥹

*The pictures I use are not mine, all are found on Pinterest*

A Morning in Mumbai - Bucky Barnes x Desi!Reader, for @emyearns (June 9th, 2021)

These Idle Hours - Ransom Drysdale x East Asian!Reader; light academia (December 17th, 2021)

Where the Green Grass Grows - Jake Jensen x Korean!Reader, for @babyjakes; cottagecore (July 3rd, 2023)

Glitter on Your Lips - Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x Desi!Reader, for @astrorogers; 80s disco (September 1st, 2023)

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m. masterlist

#asian reader moodboard series #asian representation #moodboards #ce characters #chris evans #sebastian stan #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #ransom drysdale x you #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen x you #more to come!!

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Ok Jen I spun the wheels and (after I respun the character because I refuse Mr freezy) I got:

Colin Shea, Football, arranged marriage and mystery as mood. Have fun making something out of that 😂

What’s wrong with Freezy baby???

Football’s biggest player and bad boy needed a new image. Needed to prove he could be serious. And you needed an out. Being a public figure you could only run so far, and you were growing exhausted. But when present of a choice between marriage or your ex thinking he owned you, it was an easy choice. Plus, everyone loves the quarterback with the cheerleader…right?

#moodboards #colin shea x reader

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georgiapeach30513 · 9 months

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Moodboard Masterlist

Requests and part of a moodboard event. Maybe these will become a one shot/series, and maybe we will just have pretty things to look at.

*Chris Evans*

Andy Barber Big Babies Again A Little Rain Must Fall Looking Thirsty Lost in A Dream Cozy Little Christmas Nasty Naughty Boy* It’s Yours, All Yours* Daddy’s Pride & Joy

Ari Levinson Play Me A Memory A Lot of Tears Fade Away* The Midnight Hours New Kind of Tension Kiss The Stars* When I’m With You

Cole Turner Maybe It’s Wrong A Crying Shame You Belong to Me Eyes Like Starlight I Wish I Was Andy The Spike in My Heart*

Colin Shea Like A Bird in Flight Last Night* The Chance to Be A Hero

Curtis Everett Crazy, Stupid, Out of My Mind Saints & Sinners* Pity The Men Sweet Little Beautiful

Frank Adler The Season Gone When the Night Falls What The Lightning Sees* In The Evening Light

Jack O’Malley Run, Run Rudolph

Jake Jensen The Love & Tenderness He Is My Song How You Scream My Name*

Jake Wyler Made to Be Mine*

James Mace Warm Up to Me* The King to Your Story

Jimmy Dobyne The Way You Did Last Night* We Drifted Away

Johnny Storm Blurring Truth Sweat Dripping Down Screaming Out Her Name This Hole in My Chest* But The Truth Is No Privacy* Things I Can’t Escape*

Kyle Heavy Into Your Arms Watch & See*

Lloyd Hansen When You Put Your Hands on Me We All Got Needs The Girls Come Easy*

Lucas Lee Keep Coming Back For More*

Matty “Me” My Only Friends Are Pirates*

Mike Weiss When I Crack That Whip* Even If It Hurts Devoted To You Searching Our Hearts

Mr. Freezy In Mysterious Ways* Your Greed Sold Me Out

Nick Gant The Look in Your Eyes

Nick Vaughan Breath on Me

Paul Diskant Take A Look* Paid My Dues

Ransom Drysdale No Good At All We Don’t Need No Thought Control* Begging For Mercy Forever & Ever Never Fallen From Quite This High Fear The Reaper*

Ryan Ackerman Losing Your Mind* I’ll Take the Pain

Steve Rogers Forevermore Being Poised Counting Stars A Heart Don’t Forget Just Pull the Trigger* Makes You Yearn

*Sebastian Stan*

Bucky Barnes Another Time & Place Take the Time*

Carter Baizen Sweat Dripping Down

Chase Collins Double Shot of Crown* Serving All This

Dayton White Cause We’re All Alone*

Jefferson Within Your Eyes An Open Page*

Lance Tucker Go Where You Go

Nick Fowler A Dizzy Head & A Grin

Steve Kemp The Devil on Her Team Diamonds in His Watch*

*Charlie Hunnam*

Jax Teller Break All the Rules Down on My Knees

*Jensen Ackles*

Dean Winchester He Offers Me Protection/Soldier Boy*

#moodboards #moodboards masterlist

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