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stargazingfangirl18 · 3 months
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Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1,294 Summary: You open your home to an injured stranger. Warnings: Mild sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O. AU. Pet play elements. Fugitive!Robert. Sweet, sheltered!Reader. Soft!Robert (yep, you read that right lol.)
A/N: Alright, y'all, next up in the Pound Town verse is our favorite nasty soft!dark babe, Freezy. Enjoyyy! 😏
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Robert hissed in pain as he stumbled through the forest. 
One of his big hands pressed against the stab wound in his stomach, blood seeping through his fingers as his vision began to swim, and he knew that he was in trouble.
He thought it had been a stroke of luck that the brawl had broken out in the prison yard, that somehow he'd managed to swipe a guard's keys despite being nearly gutted by a fellow inmate. 
And when he stepped foot outside the prison gates, sweating and bleeding, he grinned, breathing in a deep breath of freedom before the sirens started wailing and he took off into the nearby woods.
It felt like he had been running for hours, and he didn't think he had even been followed with the riot still likely going on back at the prison, but after spending the last eight years incarcerated for a double homicide, well, Robert would keep on running until his legs gave out if it meant never going back to prison again.
So that's exactly what he did. 
He ran until his body gave out, and as Robert laid on the forest floor, gasping for breath and bleeding out, he stared up at the infinitely tall trees above him–and the peeks of bright blue winter sky beyond them–grateful that at least he wasn't going to die in his cold, barren prison cell.
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Robert woke slowly, consciousness coming back to him in lapping waves of realization.
He was alive.
His body was sore and his stomach was burning in agony.
He was warm and surrounded by a soothing scent that he couldn't quite place, something that reminded him of autumn spices and fresh baked treats.
And he wasn't alone.
Keeping his breathing steady and his eyes narrow slits, Robert peeked out from beneath his lashes to take in his surroundings.
He seemed to be stretched out on a sofa in a small log cabin, the space open and tidy, and a roaring fireplace just across the room keeping him warm.
And in the armchair adjacent from the foot of the sofa sat you.
You looked small and soft, a handknit blanket tucked over your lap as you curled up in the chair and worked on some kind of needlepoint.
Robert just stared at you for a moment, his nostrils flaring as he realized that the soft, soothing scent he'd clocked earlier was you.
And that you were an omega.
His breath caught at the realization, because fuck. He hadn't been near an omega in almost a decade, not since before he was locked up. 
It was instant–and primal–the way his alpha roared to life. 
You perked up at the sound of Robert's breath hitching, quickly rising from your seat and moving toward him. 
"You're awake!" you exclaimed just as you reached Robert's side, extending your hand toward his forehead to check if his fever had broken.
But that's as far as you got before Robert was launching himself at you. 
It was a cocktail of his alpha and survival instincts, as well as the sweet scent of your wrist gland filling his nostrils as you hovered over him, that had Robert snapping.
You squealed as he knocked you back onto the floor, wheezing as his big, heavy body crushed you beneath him.
For a long moment, the two of you just stared at each other, tense and silent.
Sweat dotted Robert's forehead as he panted and gazed down at you, his white teeth bared in a quiet snarl as his nostrils flared. 
You just gazed back up at him, too stunned to be afraid as you watched him with big, pretty eyes that shone with the kind of innocence that had his cock twitching.
"Who are you?" he growled.
You stammered out your name, your throat jumping on a nervous swallow as he repeated it in his rough, gravelly voice. 
"Where am I?" Robert asked next, his eyes finally flickering away from yours to drink in the rest of you. 
The delicate, unmarked column of your throat. The hint of cleavage that peeked out from the top of your conservative–and what looked to be handmade–dress.
He sank against you even more, his hand finding the swell of your hip and gripping hard as he swallowed back a groan, because you were so fucking soft and fragile beneath him.
"You're in my home," your voice regained his attention. "I found you out in the woods, unconscious, when I was picking berries for my pie."
"Christ," Robert hissed at your ridiculous, fairy tale like answer, trying to blink away the black spots that were dancing on the periphery of his vision. "You're an omega?"
You nodded, finally looking frightened as he hummed at your confirmation and his smoky alpha scent intensified.
"You're out here in the middle of nowhere? All by yourself?"
"Y-yes, my daddy didn't want me to go off to a shelter or breeder, so he kept me hidden out here," you babbled nervously. "He was a doctor, so that's how I knew how to patch you up as much as I could."
"And no one knows I'm here?" Robert rasped, losing his grip on you as his body began to feel heavy, too heavy for him to hold up anymore.
"No, I don't talk to anyone else and I never see anyone out this far, and certainly never an alpha like you–" your words morphed into a startled squeak as Robert suddenly collapsed on top of you, unconscious.
It took lots of squirming and trying to be as gentle as possible to shift Robert's weight off of you so you didn't jar his injury, but you finally had him laid out on the throw rug before the fireplace. 
You were just tucking some blankets over him when his eyes slowly fluttered open, and he groaned, scowling up at you as you knelt over him. 
"How are you feeling?" you asked. 
"Fucking fantastic," he snarked back, grunting in pain as he went to sit up and his stomach twinged. "Fucking fuck that hurts."
"Here, stop moving so much," you gently admonished, reaching behind you for the mug of water on the coffee table. 
You gathered the straw you had stuck in it and held it out for Robert to drink from, waiting for him to pull away before setting the mug aside. 
"Why are you helping me?" he asked suspiciously.
Your lips curled a little at his narrowed, wary gaze.
You had never met anyone so grumpy before.
Well, not that you had met many people in general, but still.
"Because you need it," you answered at last.
Robert just continued to watch you warily, his nostrils flaring and eyes drifting lower and making you squirm.
"Are you hungry?" you asked, feeling a sense of relief when his gaze lifted once more, away from your body.
There was a sparkle in his eyes now as he watched you–something knowing and devious–as his lips curled into a smirk as he replied, "Oh yeah, famished."
Your face warmed in an instant at his tone and you shifted away, keeping your gaze lowered as you murmured, "I made some soup and bread, I'll bring you some."
As you rose to your feet, Robert huffed a quiet, "Hey."
You shyly met his gaze, curling your fingers together before you as you shifted your weight.
"I'm Robert."
You perked up, smiling before saying, "It's nice to meet you, Robert." 
And then you were scurrying off into the kitchen to get his meal, unaware of the way Robert stared after you the entire time, his gaze hungry, predatory, as he snickered under his breath to himself, "Oh, we'll see about that, kitty cat."
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Look. I am so here for him lollll.
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babyjakes · 3 months
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devils roll the dice.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompts | sex tape + medfet
pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader
warnings | extremely dark, the darkest thing i've ever written (we've entered dead dove do not eat territory; please heed ALL warnings.) canon-level mature themes: kidnapping, torture films, murder. implications that reader will be killed. robert is cold and ruthless. innocent!virgin!reader. filming of illicit sex tape. reader is blindfolded and gagged. restraints. medfet elements: robert's little setup is giving vintage white tile exam room, exam table, stirrups, those gd black gloves, speculum use. clit focus (puff puff content incoming.) vibrator. multiple forced orgasms. squirting. overstimulation. mocking and degradation. robert puts a cig out on reader's leg. written in 3rd person idk.
word count | 1,485
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an | i'm kind of sitting here like wtf, ,, what is this and how did it come out of me lol. a little nervous to post, but i trust you guys to make responsible decisions about the media you consume!!! i'll probably never write something this fucked up again but for whatever reason it was just flowing out of me tonight folks, please again i'm begging you go read the warnings, like a second time through wouldn't hurt lol, and i hope you enjoy!!
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Bringing its bitter end to his lips, Robert used one hand to draw in a deep breath of his dwindling cigarette, the other lazily holding a black magic wand in its designated place. He was nearly an hour into the day's filming session, and his subject was reaching a level of exhaustion and misery that made her more annoying to play with than anything else. But knowing he needed to milk at least a little more footage out of her before putting her back under and calling it a day, the man kept at the task. He tried to remind himself that he should be enjoying himself; considering the kinds of commissions he generally had to choose from, this particular case was a treat. A pretty little virgin, as soft and pure as the early spring rain, with the most stunning body the criminal had ever had the privilege of defiling. He could spend another thirty minutes at his station, watching as all the life and dignity were drained out of his poor little victim like blood dripping to the cold tile floor.
Through the musty cloth rammed between her battered lips, the poor girl's cries were escalating as her tormentor swirled the curve of the wand's slick bulb over her burning clit. Robert knew what her worsening wails meant; with a callous grin, he pulled his cig from his mouth just in time to press its smoking end to the girl's inner thigh as she came. With the howl she let out, he was thankful for the buffer the gag provided. "Noisy little bitch," he laughed as her juices sprayed out against his gloved hands. "That's it, slut. Fucking take it."
Glancing at the camcorder sitting off to his side, Robert considered his options. As much satisfaction as he derived from seeing how many orgasms could be wrung out of the poor thing before her body knocked her out as an act of mercy, his sadistic tendencies were getting bored of the monotony. Tossing the used cigarette to the floor, the man slowed the wand to a stop. He rolled away slightly on his stool, tossing the condom that was wrapped over the toy's head into the large black trash bag sitting in the center of the large room's floor. This far into his career, Robert had his methods down to a science. There was a way to keep everything clean, everything untraceable.
It was the whole purpose of his "worksite"; it provided a secure, controlled environment for the entire job to take place in, from start to flatline finish. The "set" was by far his favorite portion of the space, and understandably so, as it's where his sick imagination got to run wild for hours, days on end. And his clients were just as enthusiastic about the vivid stage he had put together for their subjects to shine on. It was somewhat inspired by a vintage gynecology office. He had the classic off-white exam table, equipped with a daunting pair of metal stirrups that were always positioned just a little wider than what would be comfortable. A sturdy set of restraints were of course a must, and to make sure the camera picked up on every agonizing detail, he had installed an adjustable surgical light overhead that could be aimed and drawn in to illuminate any area or action he chose. He hadn't struggled to gather all the tools and instruments he could ever want, either. A few of his buyers were licensed professionals themselves, opening the door to acquiring inventory from the big-name brands in bulk.
The other corners of the room had their designated uses as well: one with a filthy mattress for the unconscious victims to waste away on as heavy drugs pumped through their systems, another with large plastic sheets covering the floor, walls, and ceiling where the poor souls were hosed down (inside and out) before a bullet to the temple inevitably ended their long days of suffering. But most of their waking hours were spent on that dreaded padded table, the very spot where Robert's most recent capture was using the few moments he spent away from his station desperately trying to regain control of her breathing.
He returned to his position swiftly after switching out his soiled pair of black gloves for fresh ones, not wanting to waste any of his or his client's time. The sight of the girl's abused sex was enough to make the man drool; it had been quite some time since he had seen such a marvelous-looking cunt, so glorious in its messy destruction. Knowing he should share the beautiful sight, he took the time to adjust the camera, zooming in from a full-body shot to focus solely on the spot between the victim's legs. With the humiliating inspection he was preparing to perform, he wanted to be sure his buyer got to see each drop of come the poor girl let out, every twitch and spasm he would pull from her helpless body.
"Now let's see here," the man breathed as he brought his gloved fingers up to gently spread out the ruined-looking pussy before him. Noticing the way his subject winced as her puffy folds were pried open, he couldn't help but laugh in dark delight. He drew his attention to her throbbing clit, noting how much it had grown in size from all those unwanted orgasms he had forced out of her. Its hood was completely retracted, leaving the poor bud exposed to the open air. In a moment of perverted curiosity, Robert pinched the hardened nub harshly between his fingers, earning the prettiest sob he had heard from the girl all day. He chuckled once more, rolling and pulling at the knot of flesh for a few more seconds of additional torture before finally moving his hands away.
"What do you think? Should we try for one more?" he mused mockingly as he grabbed a plastic speculum from one of the drawers built in beneath the table, unwrapping it and tossing its trash to the side before pausing to grin deviously over his victim. Glancing up at her head, he realized it was still covered with a black hood he had put on her at the beginning of the shoot. The buyer had requested for her to be blindfolded like this for a decent portion of the film, offering the explanation that she was "afraid of the dark," and that he wanted to see her in as much pain and fear as humanly possible. The hood had served its purpose for the day, but now, Robert wanted the poor girl to see each and every way he was going to be violating her body in real time. In one swift motion, he reached up and pulled the pocket of fabric away, exposing her stunning tear-stained face. "Hi sweetheart," he greeted viciously. Just as he was hoping, her cries worsened as she saw the dreaded tool in his hands. He had a certain liking for holding up the devices he was preparing to use to see his victim's reactions; after all, he got off on fear and dread just as much as his clients did.
"Time to open up this pretty little cunt and see what kind of damage we did," the man enthused as he forced the tip of the instrument into the girl's drenched opening. By now, she had been well stretched out and ruined by her captor's horrific methods. Grappling with his usual lack of restraint and self-control, Robert had barely made the drive back with the girl tied up in his trunk without pulling over and popping that perfect little cherry on his own time, without a single camera properly rolling.
Turning the speculum as it was fully inserted, the man took great pleasure in squeezing the handle to force the tool open, each tiny click that sounded only stretching the poor thing's aching walls out to a further, more painful degree. "There," he sighed in satisfaction as the last notch was reached. Pulling his hands away, he gave himself and the camera a few seconds to enjoy the view of the girl's milky insides, so worn and sore from the days of torture she'd endured.
"Alright. One more," he finally hummed, using his gloved fingers to collect some of the plentiful slick dripping from the speculum before dragging them up to find that adorable little button he loved bullying so much. Her fading sobs were revived in an instant, her throat growing hoarse from all the screaming she'd done. But as much as she cried, Robert was determined to get one final orgasm from her before putting her back under for the day. After spending so much time making that pretty pussy as puffy and sensitive as possible, he deserved to see it coming all stretched out painfully over his instrument of choice.
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | After being diagnosed with an unknown sickness, your husband makes sure you’re following the doctor’s orders.
prompts. | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Amnesia + “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” + Stockholm Syndrome, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, stockholm syndrome, kidnapping, captivity, mentions of spanking, mean!robert, mild smut (fingering, f receiving), amnesia, memory loss, referenced/implied injury or drugging (up to you), housewife kink, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics
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You flatten the dough with your hands as best as you can. You’re not allowed a rolling pin or most standard kitchen tools—Robbie told you it’s what the doctor said. Something about accidents or self-inflicted injuries.
Your husband hums to a tune on the radio and stands behind you, holding your waist. 
You’re not really sure what’s wrong with you, but you know that doctors are trying to figure it all out. You can’t remember much; there are simply little blurs of what seem to be memories, but they’re too crazy to be true. You just chalk them up to being dreams.
Robert slowly lifts up your frilly dress, caressing your thighs as he finds your panties. He presses his hard cock against your ass, grinding just a bit. He does this often, claiming he just can’t help it because you’re too sexy. But Robert also says that your doctor recommends his touch daily. 
“Fuck, sugar. You’re perfect,” Robert growls in your ear, the ridge of his cock between your ass cheeks. You gasp at his touch, from both the pleasure and roughness. It’s not his fault—he’s just naturally strong, and you’re too weak.
“R– Robbie…” you whimper, trying to focus on making the pie. This always happens. Robert just loves it when you’re in your element—being the dutiful, obedient housewife that you are. “Shhh, let your husband touch you, sweetcakes,” he grunts.
You nod your head at the hardness of his voice. He gets upset quickly, but you know it’s because of his job and the added stress of your sickness. Kids aren’t easy to deal with, but he promises yours will be well-behaved and the utmost ideal bunch. 
Robert slides one of his rough hands into your sheer panties, and he quickly finds your clit. He lowers his digits a little more and dips his fingertips into the wetness seeping out of you. He groans, bringing his digits back to your nub and rubbing the bundle of nerves.
You gasp from the pleasure, knees buckling as you fall back just a bit. Your dough is thoroughly ruined—just like you. You’re supposed to have it done by dinner time, yet you’re not even halfway complete. Your guest—one of Robbie’s friends—will surely be disappointed.
“H– Honey, please, I need to–” you start, and your husband groans. “What?” Robert snaps, and you flinch despite being in his hold. “Don’t you love it when I touch you like this?” he questions harshly, the other fist slamming down on the countertop before you. 
A part of you wants to say no, but you question it. Isn’t Robert your devoted husband? 
He’s never hurt you.
The leather belt cracks, and there’s a sharp pain stinging your ass.
He’s never been mean to you.
“Argh, don’t be a bitch. You’re already a pain to deal with.”
And he always makes you happy.
Tears flow down your face as the metal door shuts behind him, leaving you in the dark basement.
Yes, he is. And you love everything he does—because he loves you. 
“I– I do. I’m sorry,” you whimper, turning your head as best as possible to look at Robert. His blue eyes are dark with lust and anger, and his jaw is clenched. His hair is growing out again, and his glasses are a bit dirty—you’ll have to clean them afterwards. If you remember.
“Then shut up and let me take what’s mine,” Robert grumbles, and you do exactly as he says, nearly falling limp in his arms as he uses and abuses you. 
Your husband once told you that the doctor said you should always listen to him, but honestly, you’ve never met this doctor. And if you think hard enough, you’ll realize you don’t know your husband. 
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imyourbratzdoll · 1 year
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𝐆𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐎𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧
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welcome to the lives of our guardians! where one by one, they all take turns taking mrs claus apart. come join them in all their fun! starring special guests– the elves. special thanks to @mdpplgtz03 and @foxyprincessworld for helping me!
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cottagecheese1 · 10 months
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Summary: When you come back from college for summer break, the last thing you expected was to have a stepdad.
Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader
Warnings - not really smut but close enough, robert is a weirdo
College was fun. Well, except juggling classes and doing work wasn't all that fun, but other than that, you enjoyed it. Before you left home, you and your mom got into this huge argument about how you shouldn't go to college and just stay in your hometown and find a rich husband to take care of you, so you can become a housewife like her.
You have always been an independent person, but your mom never really understood that. Every time you would bring up getting a job or going to college, she would refuse, and ask you why you wouldn't just get a husband.
Then again, you do keep in mind that she is your mother and always has been, so you hoped that if you put this little hardship behind you, your mom would understand and also do the same.
You pulled into the driveway and took a quick gander at your childhood home. Nothing has changed even before you left, but what you did notice was an ice cream truck parked right in front of you. How strange.
As soon as you get out of your car, you smooth your shirt out. Taking in a deep breath, and walking up to the front door, knocking with your left hand while you hold your bag in the other. After waiting for a good two minutes, you raised your hand to knock once again until a tall man with long hair and a scruffy mustache answered the door.
"Listen, kid, I don't wanna buy any girl scout cookies"
He had a white T shirt on with glasses, as much as you would hate to admit it. He was a handsome man. The feeling of your tongue being caught in the back of your own throat wasn't really the most convenient.
"Um, no, sir, I'm looking for my mom? M/n?"
He looked me up and down, but before he could answer again, a high-pitched voice that was highly recognizable came quickly to the front door.
"Oh, Y/n, I'm so glad you're here! You should have called before you came! I missed you so much, sweetheart please come inside!"
To say that you were surprised was an understatement. Being welcomed into open arms by your mother after what happened really surprised you. After you came inside, and looked around at the same pictures, same radio, same dusty bookshelf that has been here since your childhood, you quickly realized there was nothing visibly different. Nothing special.
When your mother led you inside, the tall man behind you followed, "Sit down, I was just making spaghetti for tonight!" Your mother spoke joyfully. You sat quietly, waiting for someone to make conversation so you wouldn't have to.
"So, I see you met Robert, don’t worry sweetheart he may look a little intimidating, but he's not all that bad, " your mom said as she gave a heartfelt giggle. You gave a small smile and turned to look at him, you didn’t get to observe his features until now, you swear he could feel your gaze burning in the back off his head because he shifted his head around and made eye contact with you. His icy blue eyes, and scruffy facial hair made you feel some sort of way, but you just couldn’t put your finger on it..almost a little creeped out. Pulling you out of your train of thoughts was your mother, she gave a frustrated sigh, "Dammit! I forgot the pasta sauce, I'll have to run down to the store... you two don't go anywhere, and I'll be right back".
You giggled and gave a quick ‘ok’ while she grabbed her purse and walked through the front door. After your mom left, it was extremely awkward when you just sat there silently while Robert seductively eyed you up and down.
"So, you go to college?"
Giving him a quick nod, you start to speak. "Yea, sports medicine...did you marry my mom?"
He chuckled and made his way over to the fridge to grab a beer, "Yeah, so I guess that makes me your daddy, right?" He said as he took a swing of the bitter liquid. Feeling your cheeks go red, you gave an awkward laugh.
“Um, yeah I guess so, if that’s the way you think of it.” Robert cracked his beer open, and walked over to the seat beside you to sit down. Fiddling with your fingers nervously, trying to come up with a question or some kind of excuse to make this situation less awkward.
Robert reached over, and tucked the stray piece of hair behind your ear softly, “Do I make you nervous angel?” You gave a embarrassed smile, and attempted to make some space between him and you, because for some reason it felt like he was to close to you. To comfortable for just meeting you the first time.
“Not at all, why would you say that?” He then managed to get closer to you right after you said that, giving you a unsatisfied hum, he grabbed your chin softly while making you look at him, “Because you are. You don’t need to lie to your daddy angel” After he said that you pushed his hand off your face with a wide eyed look while getting up out of your seat, “Are you fucking crazy? I’m going to tell my mom.” He laughed getting up and striding over to you, never until now have you realized how much bigger he was then you, probably a lot stronger also.
Pushing you up against the kitchen wall, he grabbed your face roughly. “Your mother would never believe you, and even if she did it’s either you or me. After that little disagreement you two had about not settling down and getting a husband, not to mention you also not wanting to stay in this shit hole of a town made your mother really upset. I’ve stayed with that hag for four years, and you wouldn’t wanna ruin your relationship with her even more would you angel?”
That was your breaking point. You broke out in sobs while burying your face in Roberts shirt, “Aw, angel face..daddy didn’t mean to make you cry, let me see that pretty face sweetheart.” You looked up at him with defeat, “what do you want from me..” Robert smiled and wiped the falling tears from your cheeks, “right now I want you to be my good girl, and to look me in my eyes when I fuck you with my fat cock. I want you to beg for daddy’s dick angel.” You looked up at him with wide eyes, “no..”
All the somewhat warmth and softness that might’ve been in him disappeared at that moment, “So you want your mother to think your a whore and tried to force yourself on me? Hm?” You froze, thinking of all the things your mother has done for you, and then her going to think for a minute you tried to have sex with this man. Robert exhaled while putting his head on your forehead, “How about I give you twenty spanks for being a brat, and another ten because you’re not being a good girl, then we can start over and you can actually start being my good girl. How bout it angel?”
You looked at him angrily, “NO.” Robert raised his hand, giving you a warning smack on your cheek. “If you say no again you’ll be choking on my dick to.” There was a pregnant pause in the air for a moment before he spoke again, “if your mother gets home before we get started, it will be much much worse tonight.” With that you sighed and gave a quiet ‘alright’.
Kissing your forehead softly before following with a ‘good girl’. Pulling you in the living room, and sitting on the couch before tugging you over his lap.
Pulling your pants down, leaving you in your panties for a moment, “so pretty angel, you wear these panties for anyone else, hm?” Giving him a soft ‘no’ he gave a satisfied hum, tugging your panties down your ankles, and giving your ass a teasing smack. “Count.”
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Smack after smack went down painfully on your ass, at this point you were sobbing while counting, “twenty-five..” you just wanted it to be over, “twenty-seven..” your ass is bright red and hurts like shit, “your doing so good for daddy angel, just three more.” You gave him a whine, “twenty-nine..” you think the last one hurt the most because somehow you started crying even harder, “t-thirty…” Robert rubbed your ass soothingly, and put you on his lap. All you could do was hug him, and being in such a vulnerable state, you didn’t really care that you were clinging onto him with such urgency, “Aw, daddy’s sorry angel but you had to learn one way or another didn’t you sweet pea?” All you did was whine and bury your face in the crook of his neck, you can’t describe it, but he smelled good, “daddy..”
Robert smiled finally getting you wrapped around his finger, “did you learn your lesson?” With a burning red ass and no more fight in your body all you could do was nod your head yes.
Robert leaned down to grab your pants, accepting your answer as it is, “we need to get you cleaned up angel, we don’t need your mom finding you in such a humiliating mess honey..would hate to explain this to her wouldn’t you?” Nodding your head, and letting him wrap his arms around you. Maybe this isn’t to bad.
A/n: This isn’t usually like any of my other fic’s but I enjoyed writing it. I know it’s been a minute but I’m trying to go through my drafts at the moment!
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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 5 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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littlelioncub43 · 2 years
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Evil Woman
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Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.
Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge
Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree. 
Word Count: 1,927
A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂
Kisses 💋
—K
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Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end. 
And Bobby hates being confused. 
The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break. 
“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“
“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further. 
“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling. 
“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight. 
“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided. 
“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.
“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”
“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip. 
“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”
Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him. 
“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight. 
“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long. 
“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?” 
A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic. 
You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs. 
“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him. 
“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break. 
“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices. 
“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”
Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet. 
You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might  reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give). 
“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.  
“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.  
“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”
He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes. 
“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”
“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore. 
Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you. 
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CHRIS EVANS as ROBERT “MR. FREEZY” PRONGE THE ICEMAN 2012 | dir. Ariel Vromen
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stargazingfangirl18 · 27 days
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Relief
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Pairing: Robert Pronge x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,179 Summary: Despite his surly, devious temperament, you can't help but feel drawn to Robert. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. A/B/O. A fucked up verse where omegas are generally treated more like pets than people. Fugitive!Robert. Sweet, sheltered!Reader. Vaginal fingering. Dirty talk. 
A/N: Look. These two. I– 🥴 Read at your own risk, and the risk of your panties LOL.
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It had been over a month since you found Robert injured and unconscious in the woods close to your home.
He had spent almost every single day since then alternating between two states of being: 1) ridiculously cranky that he needed help while he healed and was receiving it from you, "a goddamn country bumpkin of all fucking people," and 2) entertaining himself by trying to make you squirm.
Robert was one of very few people that you had met since you lived hidden away deep in the forest to protect you from the sad and cruel life of being an omega. 
And he was only the second alpha you had ever met, after your father. 
But where your father had been the quiet, stoic type, and very kind and nurturing in general, Robert was surly, intimidating, and devious.
He was also very attractive, in his own overgrown alpha kind of way. 
Big and broad with thick muscles and a narrow waist. Long, dark brown hair that had a bit of a wave to it. He had matching facial scruff on his pale face and a pair of thin wire-framed glasses that sat on the bridge of his nose. His eyes were ice blue and often shadowed with something that you couldn't decipher, but whatever it was, it made you nervous.
And strangely excited.
In those moments of anxiety and being flustered when you caught him staring at you, he'd always wink at you and smirk, chuckling to himself when you would quickly turn away and go about your business or just plain scurry out of sight.
Despite the fact that he was perpetually grumpy and made you feel shy and vulnerable for reasons you didn't quite understand, Robert wasn't an awful house guest.
In fact, it was kind of nice to have someone else around.
You'd been alone by yourself for almost five years now, since your father passed away, and although you took his final warnings very seriously: to trust no one, to stay close to home, to only communicate with the contacts he had established for when you need food or other supplies, you were very lonely.
And you enjoyed taking care of others.
That had been your role when your father was still around, always fretting over him and keeping the small household, and doing all the sort of things that came so naturally to your omega self.
And now you had someone to take care of again, and it felt good.
As silly as it sounded, taking care of Robert made you feel like you had a purpose.
So you did just that, not minding at all.
You were in the midst of doing it right now, standing over the stove to check on the stew you had been cooking all day while the freshly baked bread cooled on the counter, when you heard a quiet grumble from the living room. 
Perking up, you set down your wooden spoon and covered the pot of stew before quietly moving toward the living room to peek inside.
Robert was napping on the sofa, his big body stretched out and barely fitting on the old, plaid piece. His brows were furrowed, his lips twisted and sweat dotting his forehead as he tossed and turned, clearly having a bad dream.
You felt your inner omega stir with interest, with the determination to be of use to an alpha, and you silently moved closer, until you were standing over Robert's sleeping form.
Watching him for a moment, your eyes strayed from his face and down, drinking in his freckled biceps that were nearly bursting from the sleeves of one of your father's old t-shirts. Warmth flooded your cheeks as you caught yourself staring, and then you were shaking yourself and glancing back up at Robert's pinched-even-in-sleep face.
Frowning, you unbuttoned the hand knitted cardigan you wore over your dress, shrugging out of it and folding it up before leaning over Robert and carefully tucking it just beneath his pillow. 
Because you had noticed that your scent seemed to soothe him, so you always hid a stray sweater or shirt or scarf somewhere within his makeshift bed.
The furrow in Robert's brow almost immediately softened, and he sank back into the sofa, huffing a little as his head lolled to the side and he resumed a peaceful slumber.
Smiling to yourself, you watched him for a moment longer before you headed back into the kitchen to check your stew.
Robert waited until he heard you humming softly to yourself to peel open his eyes. Gazing toward the kitchen despite the fact that you were out of sight, he dug your cardigan from beneath his pillow, held it to his nose, and breathed in long and deep, growling in the back of his throat as your scent flooded his senses and made his half-hard cock twitch.
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A few days later, you were unable to hide your surprise when Robert offered to help you clean up after dinner.
He laughed at the way your mouth gaped open in shock, reaching out with his free hand to touch a finger beneath your chin and close it for you with a wink before sauntering into the kitchen with his plate.
Feeling flustered, you scooped up your own plate and hurried after him, taking up residence at the kitchen sink to wash the dishes that had accrued between cooking tonight's meal and eating it.
There wasn't much more than dishes to be done, as you kept a very neat home, so Robert just moved the dirty pots and pans from the stove to the counter beside the sink, hovering beside you, silent as you turned off the faucet and reached for the sponge.
You could feel his gaze on you, a familiar wash of warmth trickling through your body at the attention, and you shifted your weight, trying not to squirm too much.
It was Robert's body heat and the way it was slowly beginning to mingle with your own that made you aware of how close he suddenly was, standing behind you and waiting until you went stock still before he closed the distance between your bodies and dropped his big hands along the edge of the counter at either side of you.
When he dipped his head close and touched his nose to the side of your neck, you squeaked and dropped the dish in your hands, your body swaying forward out of instinct.
Robert leaned forward with you, until you were oomphing as his weight crushed you against the counter as he nosed along your neck, lingering at your unmarked mating gland. 
"You act all innocent, kitty cat," he husked, nipping at your skin. "But your scent gives you away. I can smell each and every time this soft little body spikes with interest. Bet if I got real close, I could even smell if your pussy was wet for me right now."
His words had your insides clenching hard, a gush of slick indeed flooding your panties as your breath hitched and you choked back a purely instinctual and overwhelmed whine.
Because you had never had an alpha this close before. Saying such naughty things and snuffling along your throat like it was his personal territory to claim.
You blinked back to reality with a sharp gasp when Robert's hand slid around your hip and palmed your belly before sliding lower. His wandering touch was brazenly slow until his hand was cupping your cunt through your dress and panties and you were going rigid.
But you didn't try to move away. You didn't grab his hand and try to stop him, you went still as a statue, part of you shocked into a stupor, and another part of you excitedly anticipating what came next.
Robert huffed a laugh against the side of your neck, teething at your mating gland until you were moaning and clenching your thighs together around his hand.
"You know how long it's been since I've stuffed a pussy full of me?" he rumbled. His fingers drew up and down your slit through the layers of your clothes, his touch muted but making your nipples pebble hard anyway as a bolt of electricity sparked all along your body.
"And you'd let me, wouldn't you?" he cooed, his free hand gently gripping the front of your neck and guiding your head back against his shoulder so he could look down to see your face. 
Your shock was fading into desire, your eyes fluttering as you gripped the kitchen counter hard, your head lolling to the side as you whined softly, the sweet soft noise of want making Robert groan.
"You want my knot, don't you, omega?" he muttered, his grip on your throat tightening as his fingers began to gather the long hem of your dress until he could get his hand beneath it.
"Oh!" you gasped as he shoved his hand down the front of your panties, your hips tilting as your body begged for more.
"Don't you?" Robert husked against your ear, the pads of his fingers drawing endless circles around your clit until your arousal was soaking your panties and Robert's fingers as you writhed against him. 
"Yes!" you nodded frantically, breathless and not sounding like yourself as you traded your grip on the kitchen counter for reaching behind you and fisting your hands along the back of Robert's worn jeans. You allowed your body to go completely pliant as you spread your legs wider in invitation and shakily asked for, "More, please!"
Humming in approval, Robert slid his fingers lower, coating the petals of your sex with your slick before slowly pushing one finger inside of you. "Christ, I don't think I've ever felt a cunt so tight. Guess you really are innocent, huh?"
You could only mewl in response, your breath catching in your chest and your heart beating like a frantic hummingbird's wings as you whined and rutted against Robert's hand. 
"Such a greedy little omega," Robert teased, grinding the growing tent at the front of his pants against the soft curve of your ass. "Need this drippy hole filled and fucked, huh?"
"Oh god, yes," you panted, not really knowing what you were asking for, only that you needed more than what he was giving you. 
Grunting, Robert tucked a second finger inside your cunt, his touch stroking slow and deep like he was memorizing the feel of you, and once you gifted him another desperate whine for more, he went at you.
You cried out as he railed you with his fingers, your back bowing as you squeezed your eyes shut and gave yourself over to the pleasure Robert was wringing from your body with every deep, firm thrust of his fingers.
When he curled them sharply, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing at the same time, the tightly twining coil deep inside of you suddenly snapped.
You keened as pleasure burst within your core like fireworks before sparking through the rest of your body, making your muscles seize and release over and over again as your pussy fluttered and clamped around Robert's thick fingers.
"Barely even touched you, omega," Robert purred, his face dipping to snuffle along your throat. "Lucky me, finding such a sweet, responsive kitty cat all alone in the middle of nowhere. Such a prime pussy ripe for the taking."
You shuddered as Robert cooed at you, your body feeling so pleasantly heavy and sated as you sank back against him, still gasping for breath. You whined when he pulled his fingers from your cunt, and then your face was flaming–your belly somersaulting, too–as he drew his hand up to his face and sucked his fingers into his mouth, groaning as he licked and sucked your cum from his skin.
"M'gonna take such good care of you," Robert rumbled against your throat, licking at your mating gland and grinning as you chirped in response. "Just give me one more week of healing, and then I'm gonna give it to you so good. Gonna fill this needy omega cunt with my cum and keep you on my knot for hours, you hear me? That's what you want, isn't it omega?"
"Yes, alpha," you nodded without thinking, running on omega instincts now and feeling suddenly exhausted as you turned in the confines of Robert's arms and sank against his muscled chest, seeking comfort after feeling so vulnerable, so bad, but in a thrillingly good way. 
"Yeah," he hummed, dragging one big hand up your spine and holding you flush against him, so he could grind his erection against the softness of your belly. "M'gonna take real good care of you, kitty cat. I mean, it's the least I can do after you've been so good to me."
Another sweet chirp bubbled up your throat and fell past your lips, and you could feel Robert grin against your forehead as he nosed along the crown of your head, the scent of your arousal lingering heavy in the air.
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hansensgirl · 3 months
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summary. | Your neighbour feels you’ve misunderstood his actions.
prompts. | Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy + Neighbours + “The least you could do is be grateful.” + Drugging, requested by Anonymous.
pairing. | dark!Robert Pronge/Mr. Freezy x fem!reader.
warnings. | NON/DUBCON, drugging, kidnapping, captivity, restraints, delusion, lying, deceit, manipulation, pet names, threats, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!
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You slowly come to, recognizing that this isn’t your bedroom. It isn’t even your house. 
Your eyelids are heavy as you survey your surroundings, finding a beautiful room that is seemingly untouched. You lay on a hard mattress, presumably new. You have duct tape wrapped tightly around your wrists and ankles, rendering you helpless.
Your mouth feels dry, and your eyesight is bleary. You feel dizzy—scared, too. 
The door creaks open, and the man who steps in is your neighbour, Robert. He’s never been the friendliest, but given that his house is right next to yours, the two of you were bound to speak to one another.
You gasp in relief. Robert looks different. His hair has been buzzed off, and he seems less rugged. But that doesn’t matter—he’ll still be your saviour.
“R– Robert! Oh, thank goodness you’re here. Please, I need your help,” you begin to ramble as he slowly shuts the door behind him, staring at you the entire time. Robert shushes you, and you listen to him. “Of course you do, babycakes. Why else do you think you’re here, huh?”
His words are meant to be kind, but with his tone, it comes out all wrong. Anger is simply in his nature when he snaps. Robert’s mouth twitches under his trimmed beard, and you tilt your head before straightening it when your world starts to spin.
Suddenly, the memories come flooding back. You remember he offered you an extra coffee—they messed his order up, and he didn’t want it to go to waste, Robert claimed. And then, darkness.
Your bottom lip wobbles and your hands shake when your stomach drops. No, Robert is not your saviour; he is the enemy, the foe. Evidently, he always has been.
“D– Did you drug me? A– and bring me here?” you question furiously. Your ire takes up most of your energy—or what little you have left. Robert is silent as he bites the inside of his cheeks, fists clenching. “I didn’t drug you. Don’t say that. You just needed… a push.”
You can tell that he doesn’t even believe himself. You scoff, incredulous. 
“You can’t be serious. You drugged me, Robert. And now you have me locked up in here!” you yell. Robert snarls at your fury. “I didn’t like it either. But the least you could do is be grateful,” he spits. 
“Grateful? For what?” you repeat.
“That I care enough about you. Look, look at this room. I did all this stupid shit for you, and you don’t even have the decency to thank me,” he seethes, stomping to get closer to you. His face is near yours, and you can see the discoloration on his teeth. “I thought you were a good girl,” Robert adds, and you roll your eyes.
“How can I thank you when you’re hurting me?” you ask, voice going soft but not out of affection. You’re tired from both the drugs and the adrenaline leaving your body. “Hurting you?” he scoffs.
“You don’t know how I can make you hurt, little girl,” he whispers, a bone-chilling glint in his eyes. You challenge him with your own hardened gaze, but you know you’re no match for Robert. 
He eventually stands back up and sighs, looking around the room he put so much time and effort into. For you. “You know, I think you need some more alone time. Then you’ll really see how much you need me,” Robert snickers, turning around to leave you alone in the room.
You scream his name and beg him to come back, to let you go, and you promise you won’t say a thing to anyone. He doesn’t listen, even when you burst into tears and choke on your words. 
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deceitfuldevout · 1 year
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Sweet Cherry Pops, Part 3
Summary:  Sundae and you get jealous
Pairings:  Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge X Reader, Cherry
Rating:  mature
Warnings:  language, Sundae tears, pissy Robert, 18+ ONLY
Word Count:  2.1K
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This is a bad idea.  Each time a new person comes into your home, and your sweet baby slaps at whatever is closest to her, mouthing dada, you realize how stupid this was.  Sundae hadn’t ever been exposed to too many people at once like this, and she was getting frustrated at Cherry not being there.  
Seeing Robert she squeals at him, making grabby hands to the door, “Hello, my Pretty Girl, and my beautiful baby,” picking her up off your hip, he wraps an arm around you to guide you outside.  “He’ll be here,” he whispers to the two of you.  “He called.”
“Dadadadadadadada,” Sundae repeats, and Robert rolls his eyes.
“We gotta…freaking fix that.”
“She’s confused.  She’s used to seeing Cherry everyday,” Robert jumps when his daughter screams beside him, looking down at her accusatory.  “See?  Cherry.”
“Dadadadadadadada!”
Robert takes a deep calming breath as he looks towards you, “How often were you screaming his name?”
“Funny, I don’t use his nickname during sex,” he turns his face to glare at you, “What?  You’re the one bringing it up.  There’s video evidence to prove it.”
“Now, wer’re fucking talking,” you clear your throat, glancing down at the baby who was still trying to reach behind her.  “We’re freaking talking.  How about tonight…after I say my piece, we watch it while Cherry and I take you apart.”
“Dadadada!” She squeals, trying to look between you and Robert, squealing even louder before grunting.  “No no!”
“Hey, Baby Girl,” Cherry gives you a quick kiss to your temple, and when you and Robert turn around it is blatantly obvious why your daughter is grunting at him.  “I would like for you guys to meet Elena.”
“No no!  My dada!” Reaching out his hands towards the baby, she slaps his hand away looking over at the woman.  “My!”
“Oh, don’t be like that, come here,” she shakes her head no, clinging more onto Robert, and you don’t know how to feel.  Who was this woman?  Where did she come from?  And she just pissed you off looking at her because she was making Sundae upset.  “Sundae, baby, come here.”
“No no!  Ehh!” Sticking out her tongue she blows a raspberry over at the woman.  Giving her a kiss to her chubby cheeks, you completely avoid looking at her, turning your body into Robert’s.  “Dada?” Sundae pouts, and Elena looks between the three of you baffled.
“You didn’t say you had a kid,” ugh, you didn’t even like her voice.  It was grating on your nerves.  Cloying in the sound.  Like nails on a chalkboard.
“She’s fucking mine,” you give Robert a little pinch, but still are thankful he spoke up.  He didn’t care.  All he cared about was letting people know who you and Sundae belonged to.  “She’s confused because I was in prison.  Got it overturned because a nasty…freaking crooked cop was planting…freaking evidence on my case.  Cherry boy here, he kept my Pretty Girl safe.  She was pregnant with my child.  You know, standard stuff.  He…freaking protected her.  And took care of her, didn’t you?”
“Not here, Robert,” Cherry warns him.  Still trying to get Sundae’s attention that was hiding her face from him.  “Sunny, won’t you let me hold you?” She shakes her head no, and you want him to know that she had been waiting on him.  Had been watching the door every time it opened.  Had a happy squeal stop the moment she realized it was not him.  But right now, he didn’t deserve that.  
“Baby?”
“Babe, why don’t we get us a beer,” Elena pompously answers.  You didn’t like anything about this woman.  But Robert was the one who’s anger was growing wilder every second.  You and Sundae were uncomfortable in your own home.
Cherry brought an outsider here, and his baby and his Pretty Girl were…well, you were both jealous.  He could see it in your eyes.  Feel it in the way you tried to ignore Cherry and this woman.  Robert wants to laugh, all except for the part that you and his daughter were not happy.  This he couldn’t have.  
He watches Cherry being practically dragged outside by this girl, and even Cherry was looking back at Sundae.  You are a grown woman, but he did not like that little girl refusing to be held by him.  It hurt deeper than he could have ever fathomed, and even the way you were refusing to meet his eyes hurt him in the pit of his stomach.
“Pretty Girl, I’m going to go outside.  Come on.”
“Give me a minute,” you answer softly, looking over at your daughter who had her bottom lip puckered out.  Hurting you was one thing, hurting the most precious thing in your life was something completely different.  Sundae didn’t deserve to feel left out in her home.  She was too young to worry about feeling jealous, especially when it was concerning Cherry.
“Mama,” she buries her face in your chest, and you hate that woman.  Pissed off at Cherry, but you hate that woman.  Even thought about asking Robert to take care of the situation, but that would be cruel.  He would do it.  You didn’t know anything about this woman, other than you just didn’t like her.  Didn’t like how she was touching him.  You told Robert this was a bad idea, and this was proving it.  “Mama, out!”
“I know, sweetheart, you want to go outside.  Come on.”
“Dada?” She tilts her head to the side, giving you a pitiful little grin, and you wonder how Cherry could do this to her.  You were one thing.  He didn’t leave the other night on good terms, but Sundae?  
Walking outside, her eyes scan the backyard, whining a moment when she spots that woman sitting in Cherry’s lap, and you have to remind yourself that he’s not yours.  “Mama, dune,” Sundae tells you, reaching for your face.  You look around a moment, and just didn’t feel comfortable with her crawling around with all these people.  She could get trampled on.  Had it only been Cherry like you wanted, she could have played in her space, “Dada!”
Her yell was more distressed than anything, and caught the attention of the right person.  Cherry looks at the woman, and politely pushes her off as he makes his way to you, leaving the woman behind, and every step makes Sundae’s smile get even bigger.  Her chunky little legs kick around, until he holds out his hands, and takes her in his arms.  “I think she’s jealous,” you state as he holds her close to his chest.  Rocking himself back and forth.  He missed her as well.
“Is she the only one?” You glare at him.  He was being unfair.  You wanted to talk to him, and to Robert, just not with all these people.  “I see.”
“Cherry, it’s not like that.”
“Then tell me what it’s like?  Tell me why it’s fair that I was there during the pregnancy, I was there when we brought her home, I was there raising her with you, and then Robert comes home, and…”
“He is her father, and I love him.  I can’t just,” you pause a moment as you start to get upset, looking towards Robert who was nursing a beer, and stands up to come closer to you.  “He’s a part of my life.”
“Yes, and you’ve made that clear.  And I’m not in that equation anymore.  You got what you needed out of me.”
“Now, wait a fucking minute,” Robert grunts as he walks beside the three of you, “That’s not…can we talk after the fucking party party?”
“We’re talking now.  You both used me.  And I have…I developed,” he looks at Robert regretfully, because the last thing he wants is to insult him, but he had enough.  This was silly, this back and forth.  And he was the third wheel.  “I developed feelings for you and Sundae.  And as soon as he comes home, I’m thrown out,” you shake your head no, already feeling your heart breaking, because this wasn’t true.  This was a bad idea.
“And I can’t watch you two.  I can’t pretend that I don’t want to be a part of it, and you…you’re never going to allow that, Robert.”
“I never fucking said that.  Can we wait until after the fucking party?” You give him a little squeeze of his hand, trying to remind him that Sundae was around.  “No, I’m talking to him how I fucking talk.  This needs to be done in goddamn private.”
“Then you should have asked for just me.  I’m moving on,” he gives Sundae a hard kiss to her cheek.  Extending her back to you, but she cries reaching for him.  A steady dadadadadada flowing off her lips.  “I’m not your daddy.”
“Dada!” She screeches when you grab her.  Her body flailing around trying to get back in his arms.
“You’re leaving a fucking baby?” Robert shouts at him as he heads back to that woman.  “She’s fucking screaming for you.”
“Then deal with her!  She’s your daughter.  Not mine, remember?” Now you were the one crying.  Walking into the house, and into your bedroom.  Removing yourself and your distraught baby from the situation.  “It’s time for you to start standing up for your family.”
“And it’s time for you to stop being a fucking pansy ass mother fucker!”
“Blame me,” he grabs Elena’s hand, walking to the gate, instead of going through the house.  He didn’t want to hear Sundae.  Didn’t want to rush to that baby and hold her until her tears stopped.  Could almost see her starting to hold her breath because she was so upset.  “Whatever you need to do so you can’t be at fault, huh?”
“You better shut your goddamn mouth.  I was going to fucking tell you something.”
“Then fucking tell me!” Cherry drops Elena’s hand, holding his arms out as he stares at Robert.  “Tell me!  What the hell do you even have to say?  Yeah,” Cherry lets out an annoyed laugh, “That’s what I thought.  Choked.  If you’ve got something to say, say it.”
“She loves you!”
“Which one?” Robert takes a heaving breath, looking around at his backyard.  He couldn’t admit this to Cherry, so what made him think he could admit to everyone here?  You were right.  This was a bad idea.  “Go on, tell me?  Which fucking one, Freezy?  Is it the baby that calls me daddy, or is it your…fuck off!  I don’t fucking need this shit.  Let’s go!” He doesn’t bother grabbing Elena’s hand as he stomps out of the yard.  
Robert looks around at the guests who were still completely silent, waiting on whatever it was that was going to happen.  All of them frozen, and scared to move.  “Get the fuck out of my mother fucking house!”
He picks up a table, tilting it back as bags of chips crash to the ground.  “Out!  Everybody fucking out!” No one wanted to be on the other side of Robert’s wrath.  Everyone scurries off, while Robert wails fuck up at the sky.  Wanting to throw a beer bottle, but Sundae played out here.  Wanted to shoot something, but there were no contracts.  
He was confused.  Cherry was the only exception.  He loved Cherry in his way, too.  But you were just as in love with Cherry as he was you.  Both of you were struggling to admit what was going on, and Robert was too confused on how to get the two of you together.  “Fuuuck!” He screams again.  He didn’t know.  Didn’t know what to do or how to make it right.  
He hated seeing his baby girl reach for Cherry, screaming for him as he walked away.  Now he was pissed because Cherry hurt two people; you and his daughter.  Cherry was either going to talk to the two of you like a man, or Cherry was going to be gone forever.  This would not happen again.
He trudges back in the house, going into the bedroom to see you holding a sniffling baby.  “Let me hold her,” he says softly, and Sundae does go to him easily.  Her little lip trembles with every sniffle she makes as he holds her on his chest.  “There there, darling.  It’s going to be okay.  Pretty Girl, I’m going to make this right.  Man to man.  Just me and…him,” Sundae takes a few staggered breaths, smacking her lips, and she rubs her hands over her eyes.  “Is her sleepy?  Her needs her little ice cream cone.”
There was something too adorable about seeing Robert baby talk to his little baby girl.  Rocking her as he walks around, trying to calm her, and you get up to get her stuffed ice cream cone.  Giving him a moment to bond with his daughter as he kisses around her head.  He would make it right.  You and Sundae were not going to be upset again.  Cherry was the perfect accompaniment to your odd family.  He was in fact, the cherry on top.
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Chum The Waters
Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader
warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat
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a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.
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It’s visceral.
It always has been.
And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.
The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.
He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.
He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.
The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.
“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.
“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.
“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.
His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.
“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.
“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.
“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.
“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.
Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.
“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”
“Yes ma’am.”
“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”
The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.
Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.
The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.” 
“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.” 
Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks. 
“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.
“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”
The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.
“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.
“It was six bags.” 
“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”
“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.
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His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.
Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.
“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly. 
“Hey, boss.” 
“How did it go?” 
Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you. 
“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.
You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock. 
“What do you have for me?” 
Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him. 
“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.” 
Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.
“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.” 
You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy. 
Bobby was one of those men. 
Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.
“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs. 
“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”
Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.
Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.
“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”
You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.
Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.
His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.
He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.
Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.
“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”
His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.
His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.
“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”
Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.
The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.
His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”
Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.
“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”
He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.
You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.
“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”
He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.
He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.
It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.
“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”
“You’re welcome, boss.”
He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.
You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.
“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”
“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.
“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”
It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.
“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.
“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”
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For whenever you feel inspired to play with him: Feeezy + pressed together in a tight space + “Ohhh, kitty cat, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 🫠 I think I just hurt myself writing this lollll.
Sweet Jesus, Siri. Fuuuuucccckkkkkkkkkkkk 🥴 This is giving A.W.A. Freezy before he took his princess.
Warnings: Dark AU, Prequel, Predatory Behavior, Housing Instability, Income Instability, Innuendo and Suggestion, Manhandling, Barely Edited. Minors do not interact (18+).
Word Count: 1,600
Please DO NOT click ‘Keep Reading’ if you are not 18+ years of age or if you are uncomfortable with the pairing, themes, dynamics, or warnings. You are responsible for your own media consumption. Thank you!
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The stone concrete of the park table bench grinds into your thighs. But it’s a free place to sit and spend your time. Plan your future—if you even have one. The coins spread across the table. You flip each one face up and sort them out. It’s all so bleak. 
You check the time on your watch and sigh. You’ll have to head back to Vera’s soon. She’s not your first choice for couch surfing, but she always says yes when no one else does. Staring hard at the coins, potential plans formulate. If only you could land a solid job or two, not like the one at the hotel that only calls you when they need extra hands. 
The cheery, mechanical tones of the ice cream truck chime across the playground. You glance up, the same Mr. Freezy truck that stops by every day. The same ice cream man. It’s no substance, but you get up from your seat for the soft serve, scraping every penny up from the tabletop. 
You hang to the back of the line, arms crossed over your chest and gaze cast to your feet. Shuffling along, you finally get to the front. You glance over at the menu, catch sight of his back, his hands digging around in his freezer. 
“What can I get for you?” he asks, tone harsh and impatient. 
“Good afternoon, Mr. Pronge,” you say, clear and loud—knowing the exact steps to this little game the two of you play. 
He straightens and spins quick, leaning out his window a bit to get closer to you. 
“Oh, hi.” His lips tilt in the inkling of a smile. His tone far more friendly, though still not soft. You don’t think he knows how. “Soft serve?”
“Yes, please,” you reply with a nod. 
He gets to work, eyes glancing your way every so often. “You want it dipped?” 
“Yes, please.” 
He smirks. “Been meaning to ask,” he begins, stirring the chocolate with a ladle. “What’s your opinion on stuffed animals?”
Caught off-guard by the question, you don’t reply immediately, though you keep your smile on your face. 
“I, uh, I think they’re cute, Mr. Pronge,” you finally say. 
He turns and hands over the cone. You thank him and grab a couple of napkins from the holder. 
“Cause I was thinking.” His shoulders shrug, but his eyes remain focused, intense. “I have a bunch laying around and I got no need for ‘em.” 
“Oh.” You stare at him a moment, shifting uncomfortably under his gaze, wishing you could accept. “I would love to, except I don’t really have space for anything right now. I’m sorry, Mr. Pronge.” You want to look away, ashamed of your situation, but you can’t. That wouldn’t be playing the game. 
His eye glint behind his glasses. His jaw ticks. You wonder if you’ve upset him. A glance at your ice cream cone turns your empty stomach—free food. 
You bite your lip and say, “I’m living on my friend’s couch right now. I can only keep what I can carry.” 
Tears dot your waterline, but you sniff them away. Refusing to break down in front of the generous man. He already pities you enough to give you charity. One a day, everyday. You don’t need to look any more pathetic in his eyes. 
“I understand,” he says, reaching out his window to pat you on the shoulder. An awkward gesture, but one from which you don’t shy away.
“Thank you again, Mr. Pronge.”
He hums and you take the first bite, teeth cracking chocolate. “See you tomorrow.” 
You wave and back away. Already, your ice cream starts to drip down your wrist. You lick at your skin before wiping with a napkin. Another half hour on the park bench, then you’ll head over to Vera’s. 
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The lights are so low you can barely see. Music thumps around the walls, barely intelligible. No melody, all about the beat. Sitting at a table with your water, you watch Vera, strutting around the dance floor. She flits from one partner to the next. Her smile shines bright, and it makes you wonder whether she had been telling you the truth. 
Trying to fix the borrowed outfit, you wiggle in your seat. The fabric clinging too tight to all the places you don’t want the attention. You glance around, people watching. Waiting, really, for Vera’s friend. 
The flash of glasses catches your eye. Illuminated by the lights flashing up above. You squint. It couldn’t be. The hair falling around his shoulders, the colorful collared shirt. You’d never seen him out of his uniform. It was hard to tell. If only they’d make this place a little brighter. You shake your head and take a sip from your glass of water. 
“You should be dancing,” Vera slurs. Her body slumps against you. Already intoxicated from a few drinks. She wraps her arms around your neck and presses her face too close to yours. “Come on.” She tugs at your limbs, but you stay put. 
“I thought we were meeting your friend?” 
She huffs and releases you, opting instead to cross her arms and pout. “We will.” You’re surprised she doesn’t stamp her foot with the indignation in her tone. “As long as you catch his eye.” She nods toward the VIP section and the man lounging on one of the couches, surrounded by women. “So, come on.” 
You swallow and stand. This was not the opportunity you expected, but you’d spent your last cent today. You’d have to do whatever it took not to drown. 
Following Vera to the dance floor, you take a deep breath, trying to block out all the bodies crushed together. They press and grind. You sway. Skin crawling at the perceived attention. A fish out of water. 
You hate this music. You hate these people. You hate your life. 
Your hips move from side to side, shaking off hands that grope and the press of strangers. You’re not doing this for them. 
Avoiding the VIP section, you glance around the dance floor. The figure you spotted before stalking right around the edges. You move your way closer, but he continues his path. Like a predator in the wild. He scans every body and swerves around obstacles. 
But you see him, now. The glasses, the downturn of his lips, the tilt of his shoulders. Mr. Pronge. 
You lose sight of Vera in the mass of bodies, but you keep dancing noncommittally. Anything for the chance to save yourself. You spin around, hoping to carve out some personal space. Just something to keep the others away from you. Dizzy, you notice the approaching figure. 
“What’re you doing here?” he asks. 
You meet his eye and try to smile through your shock. “Hi, Mr. Pronge.” You lift your hand in a small wave and keep your body moving. You glance over your shoulder, searching for Vera. 
“I asked a question,” he growls. 
He steps forward, you step to the side. He keeps advancing. And it’s like he’s herding you where he wants you. 
You reach the edge of the dance floor and his hand wraps around your bicep. Leading you away from the crowd and the crush. The volume drops lower and the relief it gives brings a genuine smile to your face. But it’s then you realize you’re pressed against the wall of a narrow, deserted hallway by the ice cream man. 
His brow raises, waiting for an answer. You nod and glance around the small space. Chest pressing to his. 
“My friend wanted to introduce me to someone,” you reply. Hands flexing at your sides. You wonder what you should do with them. Where you should place them. 
“Why?” 
“He might be able to get me a job.” You keep fidgeting, more nervous by the second with him in such close proximity. The moment dragging between the two of you. 
“No one in a place like this has good intentions,” he warns, gaze burning straight through you—was that disappointment or contempt. 
Your eyes drop from his in shame. “Thank you for the advice, Mr. Pronge, you’ve always been so kind to me. I should get back.” 
You try to move away, to escape, but he keeps you pinned in place. His chest expanding with his breath, the buttons of his shirt straining. His arms raise, finding this place to bracket your body, one by your waist, the other beside your head. Swallowing the spike of panic that threatens to grow into an all-consuming wave, you meet his eyes again. 
Something dark shines back at you. In the low light, his hunger finds you its prey. You freeze. Unsure of how to proceed. Balancing on a thin line. Still needing his charity. 
“You shouldn’t quite trust me either,” he whispers, leaning into your ear, arm muscles flexing. You swallow a whimper. He inhales a millimeter away from the skin of your throat and chuckles, dark and syrupy. Your stomach drops, a mix of apprehension and appetite. “Oh, princess, you have no idea what I could do to you.” 
Your tongue swipes over your lips. More thirsty than you’ve ever been in your life. You wait, heart pounding in your ribcage. 
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” 
And that’s it. All at once, he backs away. A scream echoes in the distance, above the cacophony of the club. Your head turns in curiosity. The music cuts and you turn back to the ice cream man, only to see him slipping out a side door and disappearing into the night. 
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Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜
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A Plaything for Him to Use
Kinktober 2022 - Day 12
Pairing: Dark!Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) x Innocent!Fem!Reader
Kink: Anal
Words: 1.4k
Summary: Robert only took you for his pleasure but something about you makes him start to let down his walls and maybe... care for you?
Warnings: non-con (at first), explicit language, explicit sexual content (unprotected anal sex, anal sex, anal fingering, creampie, choking, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, daddy kink, crying, rough sex), mean!Robert, loss of anal virginity, kidnapping, stockholm syndrome (loving your captor), slight violence 
a/n: Here is Day 12 of Kinktober! I hope you enjoy this dark piece of fanfiction!
Banner by @vase-of-lilies​ 
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You whimpered as you heard the door unlock from upstairs and you hid your head in your hands. You heard his heavy footsteps come down the stairs and you looked up as he hit the concrete floor. He walked over to you with a dark smirk on his face and he crouched in front of you and he cupped your face with one hand. 
“Hey, sweetheart.” Robert smirked and he pressed a dirty kiss to your lips. You whimpered against his lips and you tried to pull away but he growled before he slapped you hard. “Bad fucking girl. You know that you will take whatever I give you.” He growled as he slapped your cheek again when you whimpered. 
“P-please, d-d-don’t do t-t-this.” You cried softly as you covered your face, he laughed at you before wrapping his hand around your throat and pulled you up to him. 
“What the fuck did I just say?” He asked as he squeezed your neck tight, making you gag. “You will fucking take what I give you.” He growled and he picked you up before laying you down on the cot. You whimpered before he flipped you over on the cot and yanked your panties off of you. He tore through the flimsy cotton of your panties and he smirked at your bare pussy and ass, before he spread your asscheeks to gaze at your puckered little hole. “Mm, look at that. Your tight little hole just looks like it’s ready to be ruined.”
You whimpered as you heard him and you shook your head. “Please- ahh!” 
He spanked your ass hard, “You’re such a bad fucking girl. I’m gonna ruin this hole and maybe if I fuck you hard enough, it’ll knock the brat out of you.” He growled before he spanked you again and again on both cheeks. “But first, you get ten spanks on each cheek for being disobedient and you’re going to count.” He smirked before he started on your spanks. 
He spanked your right cheek once, “O-one!” You cried out as he spanked you again, “T-two!” 
You were sobbing when he finished dealing out your punishment and you gripped the thin blanket in front of you and Robert smirked before giving you a spank to your pussy. You jumped with his hit to your cunt and you slumped against the bed. 
“That’s daddy’s good little slut. Taking what he gave you like a good girl. Now, are you going to be good while daddy ruins you or is daddy going to have to punish you again?” He asked as he rubbed up your back and squeezed your side softly, making you squeak as you looked over your shoulder. 
“I-I’ll be good, d-d-daddy. I p-promise.” You whimpered softly as you laid your head on the pillow away from him, but he pulled you up into his arms. 
“Don’t be like that, sweet pea. You know daddy is going to take good care of you.” He whispered to you and he kissed your cheek softly before his hands moved to your ass. “Let daddy ruin your little hole.” He smirked as he manhandled you onto your hands and knees and had your ass presented up for him. He pulled out a bottle of lube from his jacket pocket and he lubed up his one finger before pressing it to your tight hole. He slowly let it slide into your ass as he pressed small kisses to your back with a soft smile. 
“A-ah, daddy.” You whined and gripped the sheets in front of you as he curled his finger up in your hole, making you cry softly as tears filled your eyes. 
“You’re so tight, sweetheart. Can’t wait to feel your little hole wrapped around my cock. Bet it’s tighter than your sweet snatch.” He smirked as your hole clenched around his finger at his dirty words and you threw your head back with a soft moan. He bit his lip before lubing up a second finger and he slid a second finger into your ass. You cried out as his fingers stretched your hole and you hid your face into the pillow and he kissed your neck softly. 
“D-daddy, h-hurts.” You whimpered as you gripped the sheet tight in your hands. 
He shushed you and rubbed your back softly, “You can take. You will take it, sweet girl.” He whispered in your ear as he slowly moved his fingers in and out of your ass. He curled them up to massage your tight walls before he pulled them out to watch your slight gaping hole, making him growl at the glimpse of your inner hole. “Mm, you’re so fucking hot, sweetheart.” He groaned before he stripped off his shirt to have his upper body bare. He smirked at you as he took out his throbbing and leaking cock and stroked himself slowly as he watched your twitching hole. 
You looked over your shoulder at his cock and you whined at the size of him so thick and hard. He might be your capture but fuck was he hot and even if he smacks you around, he was still soft to you and almost kind. His cock always made you drool with how thick and long he was and you hated yourself for it but god, if it didn’t make you soaked. 
He smirked at your face as your eyes were locked onto his cock while your thighs clenched. “You like what you see, babygirl?” He asked as he rubbed your ass gently.
You bit your lip and nodded softly, “Yes, daddy. I w-want your cock.” You whispered as you blushed at your words and Robert’s smirk got wider at your confession and he leaned down to kiss your lips passionately. 
You squeaked in surprise at his kiss but you melted into it, smiling against his lips as his hands wrapped around your hips softly. “Such a sweet girl. You’re so good for your daddy.” He smirked and he kissed your lips again. He pulled away to grab the lube and lubed up his cock before slowly sliding it into your ass and he kissed your forehead. You cried out as you felt his thick cock splitting open your ass and he smirked against your head as you cried. 
“Daddy, o-oh, it h-hurts. M’too t-tight.” You whimpered softly and he chuckled darkly as he trailed his hand up your chest to wrap around your throat and pulled you up against his chest, making your ass take all of his cock at once. 
“You can take it. I know you can and if you can’t I’ll make you take it.” He growled into your ear as he spanked your ass again, making you whimper. “Come on, show daddy that you can be a good girl.” He smirked as he nipped on your jaw as he squeezed your throat before starting to move his hips back and forth. 
His lubed up cock moved in and out of your gaping hole making a squelching noise as he picked up the pace a bit. Your eyes rolled back into your head as your thighs started shaking as his thick cock dragged against your walls. He kissed on the back of your neck as he continued to squeeze your throat as he moved faster in and out of  you. He grunted and groaned in your ear as your walls clenched and throbbed around his cock and he felt his impending orgasm building. Fuck, he shouldn’t want you to cum first or at all since you’re just his toy but somewhere deep inside of him, he wanted to make you satisfied and happy. So, maybe he’ll delve into his desires a bit.
He moved his free hand down to rub your clit fast and hard as his hips picked up the pace, practically pounding into your poor gaping ass. You cried out and arched your back and he spanked your clit which tipped you over the edge and you came, clenching around his cock as your pussy squirted all over his hand, making him smirk. He spanked your cunt as he helped you through your orgasm and he growled out your name before cumming deep in your ass. 
“Good fucking girl. Such a good girl for your daddy. Fucking hell, love your tight ass so much. Always taking what daddy gives you like the good girl you are.” He growled in your ear as he laid on the cot with you and held you close to his chest. Your back was pressed up against him as he covered you two with the sheet and he nuzzled into your hair. 
You were just supposed to be a plaything but having you so compliant and sweet on him, he was screwed because a part of him knew he needed you just as much as you needed him.
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