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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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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!

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littlelioncub43 · 10 months

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Super dark!reader having naked Robert and Lloyd on a leash. They have to be on all fours when she walks somewhere and have to sit next to her (also on the floor) when she is having a meeting😏 she loves to humiliate them and loves to punish them

Oh my goodness, its been forever since we talked about Robert Pronge 💀 I went soft for this, I can't help it, I'm a softie!

The bruises on his knees were constant. The ache and tenderness in his joints never went away, you made sure of that. Thankfully, the blue, purple, and yellow marks only decorated his legs; you'd been in a kind mood these last few weeks, and he wanted to keep you like that.

Even now, as you sit in a meeting with one of your arms supplier from the West coast, you idly play with his hair. Hell, you even gave him a blanket to keep the icy bite of your office at bay— you in the best fucking mood on the planet. It was terrifying Robert.

You sat cross-legged in your leather chair at the head of the mahogany meeting table, your attention half on Martinez and half on your little pet at your feet. The statistics were mind-numbing, figures you already read in his report this morning, the meeting only being a formality, a show of respect to you. Martinez, thankfully, was just about done, he could tell you didnt want to be here any longer than necessary.

"That just about covers it, Ma'am. Any other details that I've missed should be in the report I sent this morning, but I'd be happy to go over them again if you'd like me t—"

"No need for that, Martinez, your report was very thorough," you calmly interrupt, still threading your fingers through Bobby's soft locks, your good mood was even scaring Martinez, "you may go now. Give my best to your wife, will you?"

"Yes, of course, Ma'am," he nodded with a well practiced professional smile. "Goodnight."

You don't watch Martinez as he makes his exit, instead keeping your eyes on Bobby, who's eyes were trained on the floor, like you taught him. His favorite dark blue blanket was wrapped around his waist, cushioning his knees. You though about giving him a pillow but you knew that he'd like the blanket more today. With a sigh, you gently turn Robert to face you with a finger on his chin.

"You've been so good for me, pet," you whisper and hold his chin in your hand, your thumb stroking his cheek. Robert was nearly a puddle from the praise alone, but the gentle touches were sending him deep into the headspace only you could put him in. You grin when you see his eyes glaze over. God, he was so fucking easy to control. "You like being good, don't you, pet?"

"Yes, Mistress," he agrees immediately, his voice dreamy and desperate— absolutely pathetic, "I love being good."

"I know you do, baby," you coo and lean down to kiss his forehead, a reward. When you pull back, Bobby's hands are gripping the blanket over his thighs firmly to keep to himself, ever the good boy. What catches your eye is the growing tent beneath the navy blue blanket. "Aw, Bobby, are you hard?"

He nods as his face flushes with a combination of embarrassment and desire. He can barely remember a time when you calling him 'pet' didn't get him harder than a fucking rock, but he knows he wasn't always like this. The thought doesn't linger for long when you tug his leather leash to bring him closer to you, your lips barely touching as you speak.

"Shall I take care of that for you, pet?"

How can he refuse?

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slothspaghettiwrites · 2 years

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Princess!reader luring virgin crownprince!Justin into the woods, to have a little make out session. Out of nowhere two orcs step into their way. Sweet Justin steps in front of reader ready to protect her, knowing he doesn't stand a chance against them. When the taller orc starts stepping closer to them, Justin starts screaming at him to not come closer. The orc just starts laughing and says "heard that Lee? Little prince doesn't want us to come closer. Thinks he can protect the princess. Sweetheart why don't you come here to finally give us a kiss, we are waiting". Tears slowly start to run down his chubby cheeks as reader goes over to the two orcs and gives them a messy kiss. Justin starts questioning what’s going on, to which Lee just replies “It’s been so long since Robert and I had a virgin ass and our sweet wife wanted to change that, so she decided to gift us to our anniversary a virgin, you. Now be good and you may last longer than the last one”.

YES BESTIE

Afternoon Delight

Warnings: Monster'fucking', Dark!Orc!Lee, Dark!Orc! Robert, Dark! Princess!Reader, Aged Up!Justin (Always, of course), threats of violence, kissing, heavyish petting, implied future noncon

Justin was so sweet, it bled from his pores and soul. You could taste it on your tongue as you traced his lips. His own nervous fingers trailed over the delicate embroidery on your bodice, never quite touching you enough. It was a glorious afternoon for a bit of fun and mischief, convincing your betrothed to go wandering with you was simple.

He pressed more firmly into the tree you leaned against, his hips trying to catch against yours. The tug at his hair made him whimper, another sweet thing about the prince. The noises he made like a desperate, needy, lost thing. Truly he seemed innocent of everything. You were even his first kiss.

You opened your eyes when you heard them. There was a twig snapped, or rustling of leaves. The forest was a loud place, so when quiet descended you knew they were near. Lee's grunt sounded first.

Justin broke the kiss with a gasp and quickly turned around, guarding your modesty. He looked up at the orc with fear, but stood his ground.

"Do-Don't come any closer," his voice shook so much you could hide your giggle.

"Hear that Robert? Don't come any closer," Lee laughed, clutching his round belly.

His head whipped around as he looked for the second orc, but you knew Robert. How he liked to play games of hide and seek. Suddenly you were ripped from behind Justin and crashed into a hard, fuzzy chest. Your fingers curled into the large hand around your waist.

"You know I like to see everything up close and personal." Robert's other hand moved to your neck tilting your head further back. "Now what do you say?"

"You win, husbands."

Justin's spluttering turned to harsh gasp as Robert drove his thick tongue into your mouth. Finally some pleasure.

"You gonna gimme a kiss too now, sugar?"

You smiled, almost wickedly, as you sauntered up to Lee and tugged him down by a tusk. You took charge of the kiss, letting your tongue dance with his before pulling away, a line of drool connecting you together.

"Can I watch you open your present, husbands?"

Justin had gone white as a sheet, his back now pressed up against the tree. A tear slipped down his round cheek, making Robert chuckle. His mouth kept opening like he had questions, but no sound escaped.

"You keep up this pretty little act, your highness, you gonna have our girl thinking we can't perform right." Lee spun you around just as Robert wrapped his fingers around the Prince's neck. "I want his mouth first. Need to have him crying around my dick while he swallows my cum."

Another whimper, this time laced with fear and so much more intoxicating dribbled out of Justin's mouth.

"Now you be as loud as you can while we break in this whore, show your betrothed just how you hate us, and maybe if she likes you, she'll keep you." Robert jerked and Justin fell to his knees.

"Princess..."

"Can I touch myself while I watch?" You ignore him, throwing looks at Robert and Lee.

"I wanna see that pussy dripping by the time we are done with this, whore."

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abbatoirablaze · 1 year

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The Job-Robert Pronge

Word Count: 834

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, drugging characters, implied character death

Fucking Halloween.

Shitty ass fucking holiday.

I tossed my cigarette down on the floor of the club, stomping out the burning end with the heel of my boot.

The music was too loud, and there were too many people on the floor.

I pushed my sunglasses up on the bridge of my nose to avoid as much of the strobe lights that I could as I made my way to the bar.

“Beer.”

“What kind?” the bartender yelled over the thrum of the music.

“Don’t give a fuck so long as it’s cold,” I said quickly, throwing my twenty on the wooden countertop. He nodded and returned a minute later, handing me a bottle that I knew couldn’t have cost more than five or six bucks, “keep the change.”

“Thanks!”

I turned around, taking a long pull from the ice-cold bottle to survey my surroundings.

My target was nowhere in sight.

Fuck.

“How many have come up asking for a sweet treat?” I turned my head towards the voice beside me. My stomach twisted into knots as she eyed me up and down. When I didn’t answer she smiled, “well?”

“You’d be the first,” I admitted with a nod, “but the night’s still young.”

“Would you give me one if I asked?”

I felt the blood rushing down to my cock as she batted her lashes at me, “Fuck…”

“That’s what I’m hoping for,” she teased, her hand trailing down my chest, stopping just above my belt. Then her eyes flickered over to the tag on my shirt. Her nails skimmed back up my chest, sending a shiver down my spine, “Mr. Freezy…huh? “

“Yeah…”

“Want me to warm you up?”

“Yeah,” I gasped, unable to find more than one word at a time, “Yes…”

“OH FUCK!” she whimpered, mindlessly bouncing up and down on my cock. Her nails were digging into my sides as she rode me, her cunt clenching around my cock like a vice-grip, “ROBERT! FUCK!”

I felt my eyes rolling back into my skull as my stomach tightened. The feeling ran down to my balls and I groaned, shooting my load into the woman I’d only just met. She sank down onto my length and I rode my high as her core fluttered around me.

She pinched my sides as she came, her own arousal mixing with my cum and sliding down my balls, “god that was amazing…”

“Fuck…you’re telling me, baby…”

She spared me a sad look, “Well this was fun…wish I could say that we should do it again…but we can’t.”

“Wh-why not?” I asked, trying to sit up. My arms gave out and I looked at her. She shrugged and slid off of me and started getting dressed without a second care, “The fuck is going on baby?”

She peeled off her nails and dropped them at the foot of the bed, and picked up her phone, “yeah…body’s already giving out…loss of control in the limbs…he’s all yours.”

“HEY! WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING, HUH?”

She hung up the phone and looked at me, “Robert…try getting up…”

I felt my rage growing as she made the demand. But my heart raced when I couldn’t even lift my arms.

“WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO TO ME, YOU BITCH?”

“Just your basic high dose of a benzo,” she said swiftly as she zipped up her costume. She came over to the bed and stroked my side, “tipped the nails after making em sharp enough to pierce the skin. That and a certain paralytic will make sure you won’t be moving any time soon.”

“You trying to fucking kill me?”

“No…not me,” she smiled, “I get paid to turn you in alive, Pronge.”

My eyes widened, “y-you know who I am?”

“You have some very powerful friends that are looking for you, honey,” she sighed. She leaned, pressing a firm kiss to my lips, “it’s a shame they’re going to kill you for fucking them over. You’re a pretty good lay…”

My heart raced as I knew just who was coming for me. I swallowed nervously, trying to think of a plan, “I-I’ll give you whatever you want, Hazel…I-fuck-I-there has to be something you want. You can’t let those sick fucks have me.”

“It’s you or me, Pronge…and I’ve still got plenty of living to do,” she admitted sadly, touching her stomach, “don’t worry though…your legacy will live on…I’m not on the pill. Call it a parting gift I suppose. Don’t normally let the job fuck me, so you should feel honored. Though both of us are pretty big fuck-ups….so I don’t know how good of a kid we’re gonna get.”

“You fucking bitch.”

“Happy hauntings, honey.” she offered, pressing a kiss to my temple. I watched her walk out of the room, the door closing softly behind her. And my heart thudded in my ears as I tried to think of his next step.

How was I going to get out of it alive?

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recschrisevans · 2 years

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Robert Pronge | recs

🌸fluff 🔥smut 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦family\pregnancy 🏃‍♀️angst

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foxgloveprincess · 1 year

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𝕬𝖙𝖙𝖎𝖈 𝖂𝖎𝖛𝖊𝖘 𝕬𝖓𝖔𝖓𝖞𝖒𝖔𝖚𝖘

Welcome to the Attic Wives Anonymous A.U. Here you will find individual stories for our men as well as peeks into their monthly meetings. Each chapter will have its own warnings and summaries—be sure to read them. However, dark themes of kidnapping, stalking, yandere behavior, nonconsent, etc. are prevalent in all the stories or implied/discussed in the meeting chapters. This series is for adults (Minors do not interact, 18+).

Status: Ongoing

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth To You 👑 Robert Pronge (aka Mr. Freezy) x Female Reader

🪽 A Bit of My Heart 🪽Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting One 🗝️

💍 On Another Level 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

🪶 Connection 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A Meeting Two 🗝️

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun Drabble 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

🍭 Trapped By Your Love 🍭 Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (2) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth to You (2) 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

🪽 A Bit of My Heart (2) 🪽 Jake Jensen x Female Reader

🗝️ A.W.A. Meeting Three 🗝️

🪶 Connection (2) 🪶 Ransom Drysdale x Female Reader

🐻 Finish What We’ve Begun (2) 🐻 DBF Ari Levinson x Female Reader

👑 Like A Moth To You Drabble 👑 Mr. Freezy x Female Reader

💍 On Another Level (3) 💍 Andy Barber x Female Reader

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babyjakes · 5 months

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nav | masterlist | rules | library

fics.

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

headcanons.

puffy clit club | ice torture

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needlereads · 2 years

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Needle's Masterlist

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

divider credit @/firefly-graphics

Red Pill || Lloyd Hansen x wocReader

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Her Favor || Jake Jensen x wocreader

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Prism || Robert Pronge x wocreader

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

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

1 . 2 . 3 . 4

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

Basket Boy || Pre-Serum Steve Rogers x Reader

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

Hardwired || Soft Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader

> Primal Functions

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From Simmer to Score || Curtis Everett x Reader

Crossing into Midnight || Curtis Everett x WOC Reader

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

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More than Enough || Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Aqua Evolution || Ransom Drysdale x wocReader

Fruition || Soft Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader

Makes You Unsteady || Bucky Barnes x wocReader

One Two

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Don’t mind me thinking about dark!reader fucking sub!Freezy with a strap on👀

Ok, first off, let me say that I love this man. He's evil, cruel, and scary. We're happily married.

And on to the pegging! 😇

Nsfw beneath ze cut.

"Keep your fucking face down, Bobby," you spit and force his face back into the pile of pillows on your bed. "Don't make me tell you again, do you understand me?"

When he doesn't answer you, you bring your ring-adorned hand cracking down on his fleshy ass. He yelps and ruts back against the black strap buried deep inside him.

"Do you understand me?" You give him one more chance.

"Y-Yes!" He cries out, his forehead pressed against the pillow to hide his watery eyes. He hated this. He hated how you had him bent over like a fucking bitch. He hated how you fucked him. And he also hated how hard he cums from it.

"Don't go stupid on me, Bobby," you mock and give him a heavy thrust. It knocks the breath out of him, a thin whimper spilling from his split lips. You giggle and do it again, loving the way you can reduce him to a mess. "Awwww, you like that? You like being split open on Mommy's cock, baby? Hm? Yeah, you do. Look how hard you are."

"F-Fuck!" He curses and arches his back when your hand wraps around his aching cock, stroking him in time with your thrusts. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

"That's it, take it for me, baby. Be Mommy's good boy. Are you Mommy's good boy?" You coo in his ear.

"Yes-Yes, I'm your good boy," he says a little too easily for his liking. He tells himself that he's just saying that to get this over with, but he knows thats a lie.

"Mommy's little cockslut, aren't you? Drunk on my cock, can't fucking think, can you?" You were right, he couldn't.

"Gonna cum!" He admits through whore-ish moans. You laugh, cruel and harsh in his ear. You loved watching him cum, especially when you're in his ass. It always made him so mad, so small, so embarrassed— that's exactly what you wanted.

"Go ahead, baby, cum for Mommy," you purr and give him a vicious thrust and a well-timed stroke. Robert was done for the moment you gave him permission.

"Mommy!" He moans loudly, his entire body shaking underneath yours. His seed coats the bedding beneath you as you keep milking him, making sure to get every drop. He whimpers when it gets too much and the pleasure turns to pain. You hum and release him, petting the expanse of his back. He hates how the action relaxes him.

"Good boy."

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