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foxgloveprincess · 9 months

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Summary: When problems arise, the group always works together.

Word Count: 1,597

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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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“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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cottagecheese1 · 11 months

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Knocking on the devils door

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

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you go to college?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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scuddish · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS as ROBERT “MR. FREEZY” PRONGE THE ICEMAN 2012 | dir. Ariel Vromen

#i cannot be normal over a man ever but long haired chris evans has me in a chokehold rn #chris evans #chrisevansedit #cevansedit #mr freezy #robert pronge #the iceman 2012 #*scuddish.gif #mine #tw blood #cw blood #tw gore #cw gore #userlila #mrfreezyedit

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abbatoirablaze · 3 months

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Welcome To The Dollhouse, Warming Up Freezy

Word Count: 1.2k

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

“God damn it, Steve, talk to her.”

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

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

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

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

“I didn’t think she’d go to him!”

“HE’S ONE OF HER REGULARS!”

Steve stood awkwardly at her door.

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

They truly did respect her.

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

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

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

And he stood there.

Listening to it all.

He could hear the soft moans from behind it.

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

And he was livid.

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

She wasn’t intimidating.

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

But she did have his nerves on edge.

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

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

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

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

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

“Shit…” he muttered, “I uh-“

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

“Yeah…”

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

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

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

“Yes…”

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

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

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

Steve took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

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

“FUCK OFF!”

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

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

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

“Can I help you, Captain Rogers?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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lilacevans · 2 years

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

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

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babyjakes · 4 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Sloth's Kinktober 2.0 Masterlist

Ah, the weather is finally getting cooler. The nights are longer. It's officially spooky season. And with it, my second attempt at kinktober! Thank you everyone who submitted a request! There were so many delicious and devious thots that I can't wait to share with you all!

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Food Play - Dark!Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader

Pet Play - Bucky Barnes x Trans!Male!Puppy!Reader

Knife Play - Robert Pronge x Reader

Pegging - Sub!Loki Laufeyson x afab!Reader

Body Worship - Sub!Preserum!Steve Rogers x Reader

Size Kink - Frat boy!Chris Evans x SHORT!Fem!Reader

Shibari - Bruce Banner x Reader

CG/l - Tony Stark x Reader

Yandere - Ari Levinson x Reader

Cheating - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Impact Play (Spanking) - Daddy!Lee Bodecker x Babyboy

Primal Play - Alpha!Andy Barber x Alpha!Lloyd Hansen x Omega!Reader

Double Penetration - Andy Barber x August Walker x Fem!Reader

Biting - Werewolf!Lee Bodecker x Plus Size!Reader

Group Sex - Orgyverse Gang

Ovipositing - Venom x Eddie Brock x Reader

Somnophila - Dark!Andy Barber x Male!Reader

Threesome - Vampire!Bucky Barnes x Vampire!Steve Rogers x Succubus!Reader

Cum Play - Jake Jensen x Ghost!Reader

Overstimulation- Tentacle!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Blood Play - Vampire!Tony Stark x Reader

Praise Kink - Curtis Everett x Short!Reader

Knotting - Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Sex Toys - Steve Rogers x Reader

Gagging - Orc!Lee Bodecker x Reader

Innocence Kink - Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Chase Kink - Lee Bodecker x Reader

Fear Play - Andy Barber x Reader

Holding - Sugar Baby!Ransom Drysdale x Daddy!Reader

Daddy Kink - Gabe Kapler x Fem!Reader

Surprise fic for us all

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laz3otakugirl · 7 months

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Bottles

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#robert pronge x reader #the iceman #mr freezy x reader #robert pronge

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americanass1981 · 3 months

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Chris Evans in the iceman as Robert Pronge (Mr Freezy)

#chris evans #cevans #the iceman #robert pronge #mr freezy

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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Summary: What do the boys talk about when their wifeys are all locked up safe at home?

Word Count: 1,216

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

A/N: This stemmed from an old idea that bloomed into this about a week ago. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if I should continue it!

I don’t do tag lists, so follow @foxglovefics to sign up for notifications on my fics.

This is not Beta’d, so all mistakes are my own.

“So, tell me. How’s your little chickadee doing?” The man crosses his arms and slouches in his chair. His legs spread wide and bump into the ones beside him.

Ari sighs with a scratch of his fingers through his greying beard and cuts a glare in his direction. “She’s doing fine, Hansen.”

“Her old man still looking for her?” Lloyd pops a sucker in his mouth—though no one knows from where he got it. Only that they’re abundant in his presence, making him smell just a little sickly sweet.

“You want me to take care of him?” Robert asks, a gristle in his voice as he shuffles around to find his pack of smokes in his pocket. “I got a job up that way.”

“I have it handled,” Ari answers. His jaw ticks. His hands clench into fists on his thighs. “That asshole won’t be a problem for much longer.”

No one has the chance to comment more as a chair scrapes loudly across the floor to join their circle. A familiar, beleaguered man slumps into it. Lloyd crows a laugh and uses his lollipop to point.

“Someone’s being a pain in your ass, aren’t they?”

The man grumbles under his breath, incomprehensible to the members of the group around him.

“Come on, Barber, tell us about it,” Lloyd goads with a shit-eating grin, “your housewife not everything she’s cracked up to be?”

“Shut your mouth,” Andy replies with a fierce glower and a sharp point of his finger. “She’s adjusting.”

“Give him a break,” another man says, clapping Andy on the back and sitting in the seat beside him. “It’s his first time taking a little honeypot for himself.”

“I don’t need your help, Drysdale,” Andy grumbles. He brushes the man’s hand from his shoulder. His head rests back on his shoulders as he sighs. “She’s still trying to break out of the basement.” His hand reaches up to massage his forehead, working out the strain around his eyes.

“Your neighbors starting to get suspicious yet?” Robert asks with a quirk of his brow. His glasses glint in the overhead fluorescent lights.

“Not yet,” Andy replies, shifting in his seat and crossing his arm. His face pinches in discomfort. “Jensen set me up with good soundproofing.”

The man’s head perks up at the mention of his name, previously content to filter out the conversation in favor of watching his phone. “What?”

Ransom sighs and reaches out to knock Jake’s shoulder in admonition. “Why did you even come if you’re just going to stare at your screen the whole time?”

Jake pouts and adjusts his glasses. “I can’t help it,” he protests, turning the device around to show the group a glimpse before tucking it close to his chest. “She’s just so precious. Can’t get enough of her.”

“You move her yet?” Robert asks, resting his forearms on his knees. His wide shoulders rolling into the position like he’s getting ready to pounce. “Cause it looks to me like she’s still at home.”

The youngest man of the group grimaces and hems. “I’m still working on relocation.”

“The contractor still giving you guff?” Ari asks, leaning forward in interest. His brow smooths at the subject being far away from his girl, tucked away safe at his cabin. His lips twist toward a smile just thinking of her.

Jake’s shoulders lift in a shrug. He won’t meet their eye. “I think he’s pissed cause I have tech add-ons that I need to keep classified. Messes up his flow.”

The snick of Robert’s lighter interrupts Jake’s thought. “But you’re good for what you owe him?”

“Of course,” Jake scoffs, a stormy look of affront clouding his normally cheery features. “Why the fuck would I think of taking my girl if I couldn’t provide for her adequately in all the way she needs?”

“Calm down, Jake,” Andy counsels with hand lifting in placation, “You know we only have the group’s best interest at heart.” His cool eyes scan across the circle. All five of the other men stare back. “We look out for each other.”

“It’s the basement,” Lloyd pipes up with a nod toward the D.A. Curious eyes turn toward the man and his non sequitur. “Too fucking cold down there, I bet. Give your housewife some nice lovin’ somewhere warm and she’ll be putty in your hands.”

“There is a reason we all favor attics,” Ransom adds with a contemplative nod.

“Aside from the fact that jumping out a window on the upper floor stings like a bitch,” Lloyd adds with a cheeky smile.

“Still remember cleaning up the splat at Pronge’s first place,” Ransom adds with an exaggerated wince.

“Shut the fuck up,” the hit man barks, crushing his cigarette between his fingers like a threat.

The tension smothers the group for an elongated moment. No one breaks it. They shift in their seats, and wait for someone else to crack. The clock on the wall ticks. The air conditioner rumbles on.

“At least,” Ari broaches, tone cautious, “we learned a valuable lesson.”

Robert puffs a cloud of smoke from a new cigarette with a click of his teeth. “And my princess would never,” he adds in a growl.

“Good riddance to bad rubbish,” Ransom intones with a smirk. Only to be met with sharp daggers in the gaze of the hit man.

“Well, you’ve had plenty of that,” Jake snorts, distracted again by his surveillance.

Ransom cuts a harsh glare at the young man. His lips purse on an excuse and colorful curse when Andy interrupts his thought.

“Have you settled on anyone yet?”

“I weeded out a few more,” Ransom replies, wiping his mouth with his hand. “The contractor did a great job with my attic, I just gotta find the girl who fits up there.” His hand gestures around in a play of defeat—as if he weren’t the sole reason behind all the delays.

“How many are still on your radar?” Ari asks, curiosity underlined by ire.

“Just a baker’s dozen.”

Quiet outrage follows his statement. Each of the five faces surrounding him screw up with disbelief or vexation. Ransom drinks it in like a fine wine.

“Indecisive piece of shit,” Robert mutters under his breath.

Even Lloyd, a kindred spirit to Ransom among the group, stares in incredulity. None of them understand his ability to resist the siren call of the one. None of them had been able to.

“You obviously haven’t met the right girl yet,” Andy sneers before glancing toward the oldest member of the group.

“You wouldn’t be spouting this bullshit if you had,” Ari agrees with a tilt of his head, not moving his scrutinizing gaze from the trust fund baby.

Robert starts putting away his chair, stacking it with a clang on the pile by the back door—adjourning their meeting without a word. Jake’s head pops up from his screen before he does the same with a smile on his face. Andy and Ari both leave with one final glance at Ransom who sits with his brow furrowed.

Lloyd chuckles as he stands, the sound dark yet giddy. He slaps a hand down on the other man’s shoulder. Ransom flashes his gaze to the mercenary.

“Oh, playboy, it’s gonna bite you in the ass.”

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 6 months

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Prey

Kinktober 2023 - Day 5

Pairing: Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader

Kink: Fucking Machine

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You tease Robert and now he needs to punish you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex, bondage, sex toys, fucking machine, spit as lube, vaginal fingering, face-slapping, pain kink, d/s dynamics, spit kink, oral sex (m! receiving), facefucking, rough sex, hardcore), needy!reader, mean!Robert, no fluff

a/n: Here is day 5! I am slowly catching up! Please be patient! Hope you enjoy this!

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You wiggled against the ropes as Robert tightened them around your wrists and ankles and he gave you a smirk as you were spread bare for him. His calloused hands ran up your waist and to your plush breasts and he squeezed them in his palms softly making you start to pant when he pinched and pulled on your perky nipples. You whined and arched into his hands before pulling away to try and wiggle out of the restraints but he delivered a harsh smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t be a brat, sweet cheeks. You were asking for this. Fuckin’ teasing me all day. Little slut.” Robert growled as he yanked your legs up to bend at the knee and tied them together to keep you spread open for him. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.” He smirked before delivering a spank to your cunt, making you cry out.

“Robbie, m’sorry. Just wanted your attention.” You whined as you continued to wiggle in your binds. Robert chuckled as he grabbed the new toy he bought just for you and set it up on the table at the end of the bed. He set up the fake cock on the machine and rubbed his hand through your folds gathering your wetness, making you whine and squirm.

“I was working, doll face. If you had fuckin’ waited, you wouldn’t be in this position.” He chuckled before spanking your cunt again before sliding two thick fingers into you. You cried at the sudden intrusion but he rubbed your little button with his thumb making the slight pain turn to pleasure as he crooked his fingers up to rub your sweet spot. You moaned at the pleasure pulsing through your soaked cunt making you arch your back.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and moved to shove them into your mouth and you gagged softly before sucking them clean. He pulled them out before moving back to the machine and he spat on your cunt before lining the face cock up to your hole and using the remote to turn it on slowly so it slid into your wanting cunt. You bit your lip at the intrusion and Robert switched the machine on and the fake cock started thrusting in and out of you at a moderate speed, making you moan as it dragged along your walls.

He moved away from the machine and up towards your head as he pulled his massive length out of his pants and gave himself a few strokes before pressing the tip to your lips waiting for you to open your mouth for him. You parted your lips for him and he slid his length through your lips and into your warm and waiting mouth. You whined around his cock as he slid further into your mouth and you gagged softly as the tip hit the back of your throat.

You dragged your tongue down his length as he thrusted shallowly into your throat and you moaned as he sped up the machine. You arched against the toy as you sucked on his cock as he gripped your throat and started fucking your face. You gagged and drooled around his length as he didn’t let you come up for air making you breathe through your nose. Drool dripped down your face and his cock as he used your throat like a fleshlight and he sped the fake cock up. The lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom mixed with your moans and Robert’s grunts as he took what he wanted from you. He squeezed your throat making you gag around him and he pulled his cock out of your mouth to let you take a deep breath and he squeezed your throat and your mouth opened and spat right on your tongue making you moan and smile as you swallowed his spit.

He smacked your face making you moan softly, “Dirty fucking slut. Just so needy for anything I give you.” He smirked and squeezed your neck again, making you squeak and he sped up the cock again and you cried out and let out a breathy moan when he reached down and pinched and pulled on your nipples. You moaned louder as you felt your orgasm grow closer, with the fake cock pounding in and out of your cunt and the rough treatment Robert was treating you with made your orgasm grow close and he knew it.

“M’gonna cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You whined as he pinched your nipples harder. “Please, can I cum?” You asked giving him your best puppy dog eyes and he smirked and leaned down to spit into your mouth again. You whined and swallowed happily and he kissed your lips roughly and bit your bottom lip and pulled it away before letting go.

“Do you deserve to cum? After the shit you pulled? Such a tease.” He growled and delivered another smack to your face before he pulled away and turned off the machine making you whine at the loss of stimulation. It quickly turned to a cry as Robert thrusted into you hard. His hands gripped your hips pinning you to the bed as he started to pound in and out of your cunt. “If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be on my cock.” He grunted as he continued to pound your sensitive cunt and you cried out his name as you came hard on his cock. You yanked on the rope as your thighs shook around his waist and he smirked and leaned over you to kiss you passionately.

You whined at the overstimulation and he reached up to link his fingers through yours. “T-too much. It hurts.” You cried as tears welled in your eyes as he didn’t slow down his hips.

He chuckled against your lips and pulled back and he smacked your inner thigh, “I’m not done with you. We’re not going to be done till you can’t walk.” He smirked like a wolf looking at his prey which made you feel like his prey.

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