#robert pronge drabble

[babyjakes]

devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[eccentricallygothic]

Wrote this in the uni library during a class break today because @bigtreefest gave me Robert fever right after I woke up this morning 😭 (to be fair, her post was fairly innocent but I am not)

Pairing: Dark!Robert Prongue | Naive!You.

Warning(s): Noncon (no smut), Robert Pronge, choking, kidnapping, size kink, fear kink, strength (?) kink, pet names, possessiveness, allusions to consensual sex, age gap (reader is in her 20’s, Rob is late 30’s). MDNI.

You hurriedly ran the hairbrush through your hair as you plucked your clothing articles off the ground and hurriedly put them on your still damp body. A string of curses left you when you bent down to look for a missing shoe and the bristles tangled with one of your locks and upon your insistent pushing bounced out of your hand and landed against the wardrobe door with a thud.  

Though you had your back to the large form sprawled across the bed, you felt it stir before a deep little grunt sounded in the dark morning air of the room. 

Choosing to abandon the hairbrush, you collected your hair in the best ponytail you could manage at the moment, locating the shoe under a chest of drawers before wrapping the hair tie that was looped around your wrist onto your coil of hair. 

“Doll?” You heard Robert's husky morning voice question in confusion as he sat up, the weight of his heavy body causing for the old bed to creek with each movement. 

“Hey” you shot him an awkward smile as you finished dressing up and ran a hand down your day old outfit to smooth it down. 

“Where are you going?” Contrary to idealistic expectations, your first time with Robert was not followed by a whole day dedicated to cuddling, kissing, showering and relaxing together. No. You lived in the real world and people had to go back to work no matter what had happened the day before. In your case, it was school. 

“School” you responded, distracted by tidying up your academic clatter that littered the little makeshift study table -that he had arranged just for you- and disposing of it in your backpack.  

“And leaving me?” You scoffed out a chuckle, taking his words for a cheesy joke.

Because how could something so absurd be spoken seriously? 

… Right?

“Oh, yeah, about that…” You pretended to be awkward as you ‘thought’ of an excuse by swaying left and right while packing your bag. “Yeah, sorry… but that was it” you didn't notice how his dark eyebrows furrowed as he sat up straighter now, clearly offended by your playful words. 

In your mind, they could not be mistaken, since you had been seeing Robert and hanging out with him -although always in secluded places or your homes- for a while now. Besides, you thought he knew you weren't the one night stand kind of girl. Rather, you were the straight A clumsy goody two shoes if your ‘friends’ were to describe you. 

“That’s not how it works” you jumped when he spoke next because he did so right in your ear. 

“Robert! You scared me!” You finished the collecting of yourself into the semblance of a functioning individual of society before you rotated on your heels to look up at him, eyes wide from how he had surprised you. 

Robert looked handsome, in spite of the scowl marring his agreeable features. Even with his wavy hair all messy from a whole night's worth of tousling, regardless of how your fingers had tugged at and played with it just a few hours prior, despite how scarcely you could really see his face due to the barely parted curtains and how rudely he glared at you, your heart skipped a beat. 

He was genuinely the most good looking man you had ever seen. 

“No.”

So what if he was a little rough around the edges? 

He tried, and not many people you knew were like that.

His efforts could never be lost on you. 

“Don't be silly, Rob” you stood on your tippy toes to capture his lips in a quick peck. “I'll see you— ow!” You let out a series of giggles when his bigger hands suddenly flew out to lunge at your sides before his stern fingers roughly groped them. “Rob!” 

“You're not leaving” the finality in his stubborn words caused for a hot little nervous knot to form deep in your chest. You tried to mask it with a smile that you could literally feel was crooked because of the reaction that his sudden, unfriendly growl had on your body.

Okay, maybe Robert had always intimidated you. 

Just a little, though. 

“I am just going to school, Rob. I'll be back” you weren't too experienced with people but you felt sure this was not the way. 

“No need for all that silly business now that you're mine” your eyebrows raised in both amusement and surprise as you felt your face heat up. Although, it wasn't a blush that coloured your cheeks crimson but rather a much darker feeling of rising dread. 

Blood rushed to your ears. “Rob—”

“Come on,” he almost pleaded, as if you were prompting him towards something he didn't want to go through with. “You saw how I took care of you last night, doll. You don't need any of that stuff anymore… just me” moisture formed in your fists that had subconsciously made their way to his hard chest which his hands were trying to integrate with yours from how they pressed your body into his. “Don't do this, please.” You thought you heard emotion crack his voice. 

“Rob, it's… I—” You had to take a couple shaky breaths to steady yourself whilst you stumbled over your false starts. “I- It's just school, I'll be back before you know it” even if you did not have an important quiz today, which you did, you weren't sure fulfilling his wish was something you would have done anyway. “Rob, please—” you winced, wrists jittering with the force you were putting into trying to push his beastly form away. “Let me—” but he would not let you finish your sentence.

He could not.

For your words would be too devastating and cruel. 

Sure to be spoken with a callousness later greatly regrettable, you would learn.

“It's okay, doll, just relax” his fingers ceased the kneading of the flesh on your hips and abandoned their territory to ascend. “I've got you now, just breathe” ironically, his serpentine fingers that had completed their maneuver up your sides by the time his utterance had reached its end began to coil around your throat at the same time. Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as the horrifying realization of what he was doing dawned upon you. 

Oh, no. 

Not Robert of all people. 

Your smaller fingers tried to claw and pry at his tyrannical ones but what strength does a lamb hold against a wolf? The lack of air in your lungs caused them to painfully flutter to find relief, the nerves on your forehead bulged from the pressure in your blood, moisture weighed down the lines of your lashes and the palpitations of your pulse thundered under the fists he had formed around your throat. 

You couldn't tell how much time had passed during your pathetic excuse of a struggle. It felt like an eternity by the time your eyes began to droop, but in that last moment when you let out a broken sigh, it seemed like you had  only been granted a few fleeting seconds to possibly mend your plight. Before your weary mind could decide whether to curse your incompetence or take a more sympathetic stance towards yourself, everything faded into a hopeless void, and you became a weightless hollow vaguely held together by a fragile thread that you could feel only faintly.

[littlelioncub43]

Horny thought with basement husband robert pronge

His arms tied behind him as y/n starts sucking his cock after she helped him clean up as a reward while she suck his cock y/n pulls out a mini vibrating toy and puts it on high in betwen bobbys nut . He moans loudly while his owner sucks him off but now with added stimulant fuckkk hes fucking addicted to this now he begs for the touch he gets out of surprise she sticks the vibrating stick up his ass and lets out a moan that sounds like a bitch in heat y/n sucks him till he cums and jerks him off with an endless amount of over stimulation on his ass and cock . Later she rides his cock moans praising him in a sweet degrading manner like she always do . Bobby cant help being an addicted slut at this point and as always at the end y/n makes him lick her cunt clean and gets him to eat his own cum he hated it at first found it the hard way if he didnt comply . Now is a horny mutt who pleases his mstress , his wife

Hnnnnnng 🥴🥴🥴🥴 yes. You dropped a whole drabble in my inbox and I love it

[eccentricallygothic]

This is possibly my most favorite Rob fic on this site. He's so dark and unhinged my brain just stops working 😵‍💫

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

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. 

[thezombieprostitute]

First, Best, Worst Fanfic Tag Game

I got tagged by @irishhappiness and @deliciousangelfestival. Thank you both!

First Character You Wrote a Fanfiction About: Curtis Everett. I hadn't even watched his movie at the time. I just knew I liked him based on @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's The DUFF series. 😅

Last Character/Current Fixation: I'm not really sure I have one at the moment. I'm sure someone can prove me wrong, but I think it's been a while since I've been fixated on any one character. Except Jake. I'm forever a Jake Jensen girl.

Fic You Are Proudest Of: Panic Attack. I got a lot of compliments about my ability to write a panic attack.

Most Popular Fic: I hope it's okay to use a drabble for this instead of a full fic. Don't Move has almost 900 notes!

Fic you wrote that you DISLIKE the Most: Tutoring - Part 2. I really should've left the first part as a one-shot with a dark ending. Part 2 really felt forced and I don't care for it. I was also very early in my writing so there's a lot of newbie mistakes.

Strangest Fic/People wonder where it came from/Why: Considering about 80% of my fics are ones where even I don't know where the hell they came from, I'll give this one to My Man's an Undertaker because it really caught people off guard that I wrote for Robert Pronge a.k.a. Mr. Freezy.

Strangest Thing You've Ever Learned For a Fic: For the fic Cops and Robbers, I spent so much time trying to figure out if there was some other word, besides "peephole" for the part of a security door that slides open letting you see who's on the other side. Everything I found pointed to "peephole".

Favorite AU Type to Write: Hm...*glances over masterlist* I'm gonna say Modern AU? Almost all of my other AU's are wrapped up in that one. Royal? Mafia? Soulmate? They're all Modern AU's. 😅

Favourite Trope/Type of thing to Write: I'm always a sucker for community stories. It's not just the two main characters doing everything. They've got support systems, family, friends, coworkers. It takes a village and no one person can do everything. I think it's why I like Omegaverse, Werewolf, Mafia stories so much.

NPT: @icefrozendeadlyqueen; @bigtreefest; @brandycranby; @delicatebarness; @ellethespaceunicorn; @xoxoviva

[eccentricallygothic]

The spanking was the cherry on top omg I cried because I love it so much and there he was right after telling me "that makes me your Daddy" mmm. Rob can be my meanie Daddy any day. Absolutely delish, I am glad you cleared this draft out 🤤🩷

Knocking on the devils door

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

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you go to college?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[abbatoirablaze]

The Job-Robert Pronge

Word Count:  834

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

Fucking Halloween. 

Shitty ass fucking holiday. 

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

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

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

“Beer.”

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

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

“Thanks!”

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

My target was nowhere in sight. 

Fuck.

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

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

“Would you give me one if I asked?”

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

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

“Yeah…”

“Want me to warm you up?”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…you’re telling me, baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You trying to fucking kill me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You fucking bitch.”

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

How was I going to get out of it alive?

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@slothspaghettiwrites let’s do a 2 for 1

I'm gonna tag @littlelioncub43 too because I know you're gonna love this.

Dark!College!Justin Capshaw x Dark!Reader x Dark!Robert Pronge

Bobby's first mistake was thinking that Justin was just your date, a little boy toy you took around to bars to dote on for fun.

His second mistake was agreeing to come back to your place. Your adorable stumbling and slurred words drawing him in with the promise of an easy fuck.

His third? Falling for that sweet smile when you pulled out the rope and said you wanted to try something. The moment his wrists came together in a knot that he couldn't untie himself, you kicked his legs out from under him and jerked him into the corner. You'd been so sweet up until now, gotten him incredibly hard with your mouth, but all semblance of softness was gone.

Your smile was replaced with a sneer that only softened minutely when the bedroom door creeped open. Robert would come to know that the kid, college aged with a baby face, was called Justin.

“Look baby, I caught one.” You preened up at him, his arms wrapping around your middle while he surveyed the other, tied up in pretty knots and immobilized.

“Yeah, you did, look at you go.” His praise sent electricity you your spine, side stepping you so he could stalk towards Bobby. Justin hooked two fingers under a length of rope and tugged, testing the tension.

“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” Robert spat, though he was incredibly less intimidating with his erection still apparent.

“No, you won’t.” Justin shrugged, unfazed. He turned back to you, a doting smile spread across his face. “Why did you pick this one, huh?” Justin stood, snagging your wrist and pulling you into his chest to frame your face with his large hands.

“He has pretty hair.”

“Oh, I see.” Justin lays a chaste kiss into your hairline before turning you, your skirt flaring from your hips in the twirl.

“Keep your eyes on him, puppy,” he says, the large hands that were just on your face now pressing on the small of your back, urging you to bend at the waist.

Lowering your top half revealed the gusset of your panties under your skirt, and the wet patch that had only grown since you left the club. Justin peeled them down your legs, stepping out from behind you to pad back over to Bobby.

“Here ya go, man. A treat.” Bobby’s mouth moved to reply and Justin took the opportunity to stuff the fabric in it.

“Now,” he continued, satisfied with the way Bobby was bound and gagged beneath him, “if you don’t mind. I got a princess to rail. If you’re nice I’ll even let you lick it clean when I’m done.”

[littlelioncub43]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

How can he refuse?

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Could you write a follow up for "Home for the Holidays"? Where the reader has to spend valentines day with Mr. Freezy?

I got another anon for freezy, so I’m gonna try to do both!

(read home for the holidays first!)

Since Robert’s unfortunate Christmas visit, you hadn’t found the heart to decorate much.  You normally left the holiday decor up through New Year’s, but you were tearing it all down the minute he left your house, even when you were still dripping wet from the forced shower.

January, cold as ever, came and went like a grey blur.  February almost warmed up at first, a promise of spring just around the corner, before it dropped back to a bitter, icy mess that was just 

With Christmas in the past, snow wasn’t quite as romantic as before.  It was just like... cold dust.  It was just a torrential downpour that happened to be frozen.

Honestly, you’d forgotten it was Valentine’s day.  You hadn’t been to the store in weeks so you hadn’t had a chance to notice the displays of candy baskets and stuffed bears dressed like cupid.  There were pink and red hearts in a few of the windows on the block, but you just never thought to look at people’s windows anymore so you didn’t really see them.

You were more than happy to just lay on the couch, curled in a blanket, as you watched your pitiful fire in the fireplace starve and die.

A knock at the door confused you at first; a key turning in the lock made you jump up.

“I took your spare key,” Robert explained as he stepped inside, shaking off the snow as he shed his coat and shut the door behind him.

You didn’t say anything.  What was there to say?

“This is depressing,” he noted with a frown as he looked around at your disheveled atmosphere.  “This is how you celebrate Valentine’s Day?”

“I didn’t think single people celebrated it,” you defended.

“Couples celebrate it together, sure, but single people are supposed to find a date,” he clarified, stepping further inside to examine you on the couch.

A heavy silence fell over both of you as you wondered what it was, exactly, that he wanted from you.  Certainly you had some idea, but, you tried to hope that it wasn’t that.

Suddenly, and awkwardly, he extended his arm to brandish a small stuffy-- in the shape of a bumblebee, with big embroidered eyes that made it much cuter and more cartoonish than a real insect.  On its side it said in big pink letters, ‘BEE MINE’.

You stared at the gift before you looked up at him, the most muted possible form of bewilderment on your face.  “Is this... for me?” you asked nervously.

“I was thinking maybe you’d be my Valentine,” he elucidated.

“Am I even allowed to say no?” you pressed.

“Yeah, you can, but it’ll be a lot worse for you if you do.”

You sighed and nodded, snatching the stuffy from his hand as he grinned and joined you on the couch.  

“Come on and sit on my lap, sweetheart,” he instructed with a grin, patting his knee.  A brief hesitation preceded your obedience as you decided to do as you were told; you tried to sit as far away from his crotch as possible, but of course he pulled you back until his chest was pressed against your back.  He purred a little as his lips and beard tickled your neck, the smell of cigarette smoke emanating as he breathed against you.  “Nobody should have to be alone on Valentine’s Day,” he sighed, his hands starting to rub your legs.  “Now that I think about it, I don’t think I’ve ever had a real Valentine before...”

“Really?” you asked, but you were paying more attention to his fingers moving higher and higher up your leg.

“Mhmm... you’re gonna take real good care a’me, aren’t you sweetheart?”

You shivered but nodded.

“Yeah, I thought so.  Don’t worry, be nice and I’ll take care of you, too.  We both know how much you love when I force you to take my cock.  Have you managed to make yourself come better than I did?”

You swallowed dryly, but knowing he expected an answer, you shook your head.

“Poor thing.  You must’ve been so lonely without me.  But I’m here now, and I think it’s time I finally got a crack at that sweet little mouth of yours...” he groaned.  “Now get off the couch and get on your knees.”

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[fangirlofallthings]

Oh my gosh, my heart! I never knew that mr. Freezy could be so soft for someone, like Robbie, I love it! The fluff and yet the dark undertones, I definitely would not be opposed to having a sequel or something a little longer....

Hiiiii, I was wondering if you could maybe do a softdark Mr.Freezy fic. Where he's violent and stuff with other people but for his sweet, innocent girl he's gentle. Like he never wants to hurt her, I know he's usually a dark character but I think this would be soo cute💕🥺☺.

mr freezy is a softie

robert pronge x female reader

warnings: violence or implied torture, not much really... ddly?, OOC Robert because I haven’t watched the film, not proofread

word count: 549

an: just made this rn and now im going back to college stuff! Thank you for the request, nonnie! it’s very cute and i hope you like this :>

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Robert cursed as he dragged the unconscious body down the basement, careful not to make too much sound in case you were already home. He placed the limp body on a chair, restraining the man in a matter of seconds before he hears the familiar thudding footsteps that he loves so much.

“Robbie?” the angelic soft voice calls out. Normally, the nickname fucking despises him but when it comes to his girl, any name she calls him would make his heart swell. She can call him an asshole and he would smile at her face with fondness. The hitman has finally found his match.

“Robbieeee? Are you down there?” He hears her walking towards the door so he immediately went up to the door, coming face to face with his girl before shutting the door quickly behind him and pulling his girl into a hug.

She giggles before poking the tip of his nose with a finger. “You’re clingy today…” Her smile turns into a frown when Robert ruffled her hair up before pushing her gently to the living room and sitting her on the sofa. Robert notices the stack of papers on the coffee table and just realizes the tired look on his girl’s face.

“You’ve been working on that shit the whole day?” He quirks an eyebrow, jaw clenching when his girl rolls her eyes at him. 

“It’s not shit, Robbie. Those are my research papers.” She grunts before standing up to walk over to the stack of papers when Robert pulls her back to the couch with an arm around her torso.

“You’re so grumpy…” Robert whispers through her hair, not even trying to hide how he sniffed her. “I think this lil baby needs to take a little rest.” Robert chuckles at her frown before rubbing his fingers over the lines between her eyebrows. He then kisses the spot before helping you up and guiding you towards your shared bedroom and tucking you in. 

“It’s too early for me to sleep, Robbie… I don’t need rest; I need to finish those papers--”

Robert cuts her off by shushing her and picking up the headphones on the bedside table and crouching beside her to place them on her, smirking at how adorable she looked with the big headphones on, face contorted into a mix of confusion and annoyance.

“You, missy… You need to rest because you’re becoming fussy.” He grins at her before standing up. She sat up and took the headphones off before huffing at him. “You can’t treat me like this. I’m not a child!” She pouts and Robert only laughed at her before shaking his head and taking the headphones and connecting it to her mp3. 

“Of course, you’re not… You’re my baby!” He winks at her before pressing play and soon, loud music could be heard through the headphones and he playfully glared at her when she tried to take them off. He smiled when she sighed in defeat and laid back down before closing her eyes.

Robert leaned down to press a kiss on her forehead before walking out of the room and back to the basement. He has business to finish but he didn’t want you hearing those awful screams that the man would be making. Not his precious angel.

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