#dark!Robert Pronge

[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.

[foxgloveprincess]

Summary: Everything’s smooth sailing—almost.

Word Count: 1,087

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: Dark, Lots of Implied References to Dark Themes/Actions, Kidnapping, Death/Murder, Stalking/Surveillance, Possessiveness, Banter, Cursing, Callous Regard for Life. Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: And what a great way to end the year, with another meeting of our downstairs husbands! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻 Hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!

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Andy steps to the next chair, opening it and setting it in the correct position. The circle completed. He sits. He waits. 

The door opens across the room. The young tech genius waltzes in, smile wide even with his focus centered on his phone. Andy watches his confident gait. The way he bites his lip. The fondness that shines in his eyes. 

“You got her,” he observes. His arms cross over his chest. “How did it go?”

Jake looks up, scanning the room. Surprised both by the emptiness and the question directed at him. But when he realizes his chance to gush, he takes it.

“It’s amazing,” he beams, keeping his phone tucked close to his chest, as if his love could be transmitted directly through the device. “A dream come true. She’s exactly like I knew she’d be.”

“Is she adjusting well?”

Jake beams with pride. “She didn’t need to. She remembered me. And she hasn’t done anything naughty. My perfect angel.” He turns back to his screen, stroking the screen with overabundant fondness. 

Andy’s jaw ticks with the slightest irritation. He drags a deep breath in his lungs and readjusts his position in his seat. 

The door opens again and he glances over. The new arrival sinks into his seat, adjusting his glasses. He grunts in greeting and Jake waves back. 

“How’d your week go?” Andy asks, intent on being polite. 

Robert grunts again. “Fuckin’ Ransom.” He snags a cigarette from his pocket and lights it. The smoke swirls around the piqued expression on his face. “He’s all up my ass about this chick’s disappearance. Has to be perfect or his gramps is gonna sink us all.” He ashes the cigarette to the side, an irritated flick sending it flying. 

The door bangs against the wall. Ransom enters with a scowl etched on his features, preoccupied by his phone. 

“But ask Romeo,” Robert huffs with another deep drag of his cigarette. “I don’t give a shit.”

Ransom doesn’t even lift his head, too focused on whatever stares back at him from the screen. Two more follow him in, Ari and Lloyd locked in discussion. 

“You shoulda seen her,” the mercenary says with an estatic grin. “Took one look at it and started bawling. I’m tellin’ ya, it was the perfect way to celebrate our anniversary.”

“I’m glad you found a gift for your girl,” Ari responds with a glance to the group and nod of greeting. 

“Well, it wasn’t the only gift I gave her.” He boasts with a thumb hooked in his belt loop. “And I got my staff cleaned up. Can you believe one of them let her get hurt?”

“That’s why I keep an eye on my li’l one myself,” Ari agrees with every ounce of weight the matter requires. “Can’t trust anyone else.” 

Lloyd’s shoulders lift in a shrug. “I’d love that, but with my job, international travel isn’t always optional.” He grabs the back of one of the chairs and sinks into it. “I keep them in line pretty good.”

“I’m sure,” Ari concedes before taking his seat. 

They all settle, each man finding a comfortable position in the uncomfortable metal chairs. Far more smiles grace the group than usual. 

Lloyd, as always, wears his signature smug smile. Though, today it stretches across his lips wider than usual. Like a cat who got the cream. He grabs a lollipop from his pocket and lets the crinkly wrapping fall to the floor before popping it in his mouth.

Andy plays with the sleek platinum band on his left ring finger. He refrains from glancing around, mind distracted over thoughts of his wife at home—what she could possibly be getting up to. 

Jake continues his adoration through his phone. He presses a button, the lights in his angel’s room flash and another photo saves to his server. His lips twitch wider in a grin.

No one would ever expect Robert to crack a smile—though rumors abound that it can occasionally surface when his princess menstruates. He’s too occupied by grinding his cigarette butt into the linoleum floor with his toe, brow pinched in its normal surly attitude. 

Ari’s calm satisfaction remains consistent. His final problem smudged out of existence. Everything solved and nothing—and no one—in the way of his li’l dip living the best life he’s planned for her. His joy perhaps even more radiant as he relaxes and turns his attention toward the trust fund baby. 

Ransom sits in the circle with his lips pressed in a moody pout. He grumbles under his breath catching the rest of the group’s attention. 

“Well, handsome, what’s got that stick up your ass?” Lloyd asks with a wave of his hand. “Things not going to plan?” He leans forward in his seat and rests his arms on his knees. 

Ransom huffs and slides his phone into his pocket. His jaw ticks in irritation and he glares over at the mercenary. 

“She’s got a boyfriend,” he grits. 

“Shit,” Ari says under his breath. 

A similar sentiment circulates through the group. Each of the men picturing what exactly they would do if their girl found a romantic partner other than them. 

Jake doesn’t have to wonder. Mickey’s face clear in his mind. His angel’s loving gaze and bright smiles for someone else. “I’m sorry,” he says in sympathy, letting his hands and his phone drop to his lap. “What do you plan to do?” 

Ransom crosses his arm and rubs his fingers along his jaw. “Let it play out a bit more,” he says with his brow furrowing in thought. “Just until he’s the best suspect for her disappearance.”

Lloyd hisses between his teeth. “You thinkin’ you can go that long without getting your dick wet?” 

Ransom’s hand reaches over and, with a crack, whacks Lloyd across the head. The mercenary snaps back with his own punch, but Ari’s already there holding him back. 

“Calm down,” the older man commands, wrangling Lloyd back into his seat. “You asked for it.” 

“Of course he’s fucking waiting,” Robert says, completely unfazed by the outburst. “Jesus, Lloyd. It’s like you got nothing between your ears. All your brains are in your dick.”

“Fuck off,” Lloyd snipes, smoothing a hand over his hair to ensure it remains coiffed and in place. 

“How long can you wait?”Jake pipes up, clutching his phone to his chest as if shielding it from the confrontation. 

“As long as I need to,” Ransom replies, a deadly determination glinting in his eyes.

[cottagecheese1]

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!

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Kinktober 2022 Prompt: Mr. Freezy + "You have beautiful skin." + Cum Play and Knife Play

🫠🫠🫠 god yes

Edge of Release

Warnings: noncon/dubcon, knife play, rough/brutal oral sex, breath play, restraints, forced subspace, cumming untouched, cum play (facial)

Relationship: Robert Pronge x Reader

"You got beautiful skin, ya know that, sweetheart?"

His voice is ragged, shaking with barely controlled restraint. The blade of his knife rests against your bare sternum, rising and falling with every panicked breath you draw in. He drags it up and up until it rests on your lips.

You jerk away, only to knock your head against the beam you're tied to. Your head throbs more than the rest of your aching body now. Pronge smirks, his free hand going to undo his belt. He shifts closer, the knife dropping to your throat. You press your lips together and turn your head.

"C'mon now, sweet cheeks, don't wanna ruin this pretty skin but if you don't open that fuckin' mouth..."

The blade knicks your skin anyways and you gasp. Pronge takes his chance and shoves his cock down your mouth. Your throat constricts and you gag, over and over again. He holds you in place with the knife as your body convulses. Passing out, choking to death, it all rises up with bile in your stomach until he pulls out. Spit and drool spill from your lips and drag in a ragged breath now.

He does it again. Until your vision blurs, Robert fucks your throat. Your sag into the restraints and let him abuse you. Your mind let go of everything because it was all you could do. The warm blade keeps you conscious, the sharp edge dangerously pressed against your flesh, but there is no fighting it. Warmth grows in your loins and you can't even be mad. Why can't you have release too?

"Don't." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Fuckin' dare."

He growls out the threat but it doesn't matter. A final thread of awareness snaps. Your vision whites out and you see heaven as a rush of warm and peace radiates from between your legs.

You gag around his cock a final time and he pulls out, painting your face with cum. Distantly, you hear the clatter of metal on concrete. Fingers grip your aching roughly, but your head is too heavy to move. Your jaw aches but your muscles are too sore to close your mouth. More fingers smear the mess around your face.

"Jesus fuckin' Christ sweetheart. I finally fuck ya stupid?"

You think you smile, your lips twitch at least and your words spill from your mouth. "You wish, honey."

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

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[littlelioncub43]

Evil Woman

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

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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[deceitfuldevout]

'Easy Money' Masterlist:

Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

Part 1 - Easy Money: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183176153923584/easy-money-part-1?source=share

Part 2 - Breaking and Entering: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706183378711511040/easy-money-part-2?source=share

Part 3 - Money Maker: 🔞🖤 https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295047580270592/easy-money-part-3?source=share

Part 4 - A Reunion: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706295259765850112/easy-money-part-4?source=share

Part 5 - Your Worst Nightmare: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379812461281280/easy-money-part-5?source=share

Part 6 - A Barbed-Wired Picket fence: 🔞🖤https://www.tumblr.com/deceitfuldevout/706379816368226304/easy-money-part-6?source=share

[xcaptain-winterx]

Main Masterlist

summary: once you’re in, you can’t get out, you will be trapped with them forever.

[babyjakes]

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fics.

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

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puffy clit club | ice torture

[foxgloveprincess]

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

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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. 

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. 

Thank you for sending this over, Siri! I had lots of fun! 💜

[abbatoirablaze]

SDAU, Artificial Alpha, Hazed & Confused

Word Count:  1.1k

Bobby and Curtis’ relationship had changed after Curtis came out of his rut and Bobby came off of his heat.  He made Bobby promise not to tell anyone what had happened, and that he would find him a new supplier so that they could fix the issue and that Bobby could continue to live as an alpha…but if he ever needed him or vice versa, they would spend their time together. 

And for that, Bobby felt conflicted.  He always knew that of the three of them, Curtis as the most dominant, but for Curtis to now put him in a spot where it was obvious that he was the inferior one, at least in his mind, that he was below him, he both reveled in it and was embarrassed.  He had an alpha, albeit not a mate, that cared for and protected him. 

He began to notice things.  Like how Curtis was slightly more tender with him, than when he was with Lee. 

But he also knew that Curtis never knotted Lee like he’d done to him.  He knew that even through some of the leaner, more desperate times in Lee’s sex life, Lee would never consider knotting another man.  That boy was straighter than a stiff board. 

So he went with it.  He and Curtis had some sort of secret pact that bonded them even tighter until he was almost like his right hand instead of Lee.  But all of it seemed to be left behind when they went to school ad pledged for Alpha Chi Rho, an all alpha designation frat. 

Curtis, while still protecting Bobby, seemed to put him on the backburner, his mind now filled with frat duties and chasing skirts.  It was easy for him.  But not for Bobby.  It felt like he had to be rougher than the other guys.  And maybe that was his hindbrain snapping at him, or the fact that one of the older brothers had taken an interest in him.  But it was an interest he was skeptical of. 

And Bobby had managed to make it all the way to hell week, where he was under none other than one of his potential big bros, treasurer Chris Evans; the brother who had taken an interest in him.

Chris had used Bobby has his own personal assistant.  Only, while Chris had been using Bobby, he’d lost track of the days, and had forgotten to take his pills. 

Chris kept the door shut and locked.  The windows were the same as the two men eyed one another down. 

“You’re going to tell me where you got these.”

Bobby stared at the pills in Chris’ hands nervously. 

He wasn’t supposed to be here this long.  He wasn’t supposed to have them with him.  They should have been in his dorm room, in his box.  But as the anxiety rose in the younger man’s nerves, Chris inhaled deeply, the sweet sigma scent driving him up a wall.   

“Chris-“

“I’m not going to ask you again, sigma.”

The responsive chirp slipped from his mouth before he could stop it.  Chris frowned as he looked at him, “so they are yours.”

“No, I-“

“I can smell you, Pronge.”

“Chris, I-“

“Sigmas don’t call alphas by their name unless they’re taking that alphas knot,” the alpha growled, stepping forward, “are you taking my knot, sigma?”

“N-No...I-I jus-“

“Shut up.” Bobby felt a pain in his throat as he wanted to ignore the alpha command and find some way to just speak his way out of it, “I know you want to be in the frat.  And I’ve seen a lot of crazy stunts for pledges to get in…but this...this is a new one, Pronge.  I’ll give you credit.  Everyone knows we are an alpha only frat. Not a lot of people would attempt to change their designations.  Not even through black market pills.  And these aren’t even half bad.  I never would have known the difference had you not been here too long that they started to wear off.  You got some balls on you, pledge…it’s too bad I’m going to have to turn this over to our president.  You’re going to stay here and not move a single muscle until I come back, is that understood?”

He only whimpered in response, his head fighting the alpha command.  He tried to nod to let the alpha know that he complied, “Sigma speak.”

“I-I understand.”

“Good.”

Curtis had been searching high and low for Bobby for hours.  When he’d heard that Evans had taken a personal interest in Bobby, he knew that it was too good to be true.  Hell, he’d begun to smell the sweetness in Bobby’s scent that was normally masked by his pills.  And when he’d found the bottle in his dorm, but all of the pills were missing from it, he knew that it had to have been Evans. 

Which is how he found him leaving his apartment, a firm look on his face. 

So, he took his opportunity. 

He pushed the older alpha into the alley. 

Immediately, he went on the defensive, trying to throw Curtis off of him, his jaw already snapping at the open air.  But Curtis could smell it in Chris’ scent even before he saw the amber rings around his eyes; he was nearly feral.  And then he smelled Bobby’s scent on him. 

Curtis’ breath hitched in his throat, “where is he?”

Chris stopped on a dime.  There was a small look of concern in his features as his eyes drifted back to his apartment. 

“You know.”

It wasn’t a question. 

“You’re in a rut…”

“I’m turning him over to Thor…”

“He’s responsive,” Curtis offered, trying to find any way to make sure that his friend wasn’t outed, “I know that you and Nat are on another break and you’re particular of who takes your knot because you don’t want pups…”

“Watch your tongue pledge.”

“Bobby can fill in.”

Chris’ jaw ticked, “he’s a sigma, Everett…”

“He’ll let you use him for your entire rut if you don’t tell.”

“I don’t really think you’re the one that’s able to make that offer, are you?” Chris scoffed. 

“He’ll agree…” Curtis trailed off, “trust me…let Bobby take care of you, Chris…give him back his pills and he’ll let you use him so long as you don’t tell.”

“Who’s to say I don’t use him and tell Thor anyways,” Chris shrugged, “or that I haven’t already had my fill and-“

“You haven’t,” Curtis said quickly as he cut the other alpha off, “Come on, Chris…please…don’t ruin Bobby’s life over this…not when you could have a good deal too.  It’s a good offer and you fucking know it.  What’s the chances that Thor won’t see the rings around your eyes and assume you haven’t been fucking him in exchange all along?  Maybe that’s why Nat broke it off?  Maybe that’s wh-”

“Are you trying to fucking blackmail me, pledge?” Chris growled, cutting the younger alpha off, “you think that’s gonna save your little piece of ass?”

“I think it’s all about perspective, Chris…don’t you?” he asked smartly.  The older alpha let go of him, his jaw ticking, “I’m giving you an option where everyone wins…take it.”  

[emerald-evans]

feasts of my flesh

pairing - ghoul!robert pronge x dark!reader

w/c - 500

warnings - 18+ dark content, nothing is explicit 

a/n - this is being posted separately due to ✨dumblr✨ but this is for @autumnrose40 who is always causing trouble in my inbox. She made a wonderful edit that inspired this, but I have no idea what happened to that ask so I couldn’t add it to this 😩

tagging some friends: @deceitfuldevout @dbnightingale24

After searching for months on end for a new place to live, you have given up on overpriced condos and creepy basements. The little bungalow made in the 70s captured your heart with its vibrant colours and  peeling wallpapers. Despite the strange stares and worried looks you received from your new neighbours, you can't help but adore your new home.

You weren't stupid, you had heard the rumours before moving in. They hadn't lived there too long, barely been together 5 years. The first family that lived there mysteriously vanished. Well, the wife and son did. They never knew what happened to the husband. Some say they saw him roaming the halls months after their death, and others believe he killed them and escaped. Robert his name was. Robert murdered them, they said. It could be true, your realtor couldn't leave the little house after the first showing fast enough. You were able to get your hands on her again. Luckily. 

You asked around, and came to find out that most tenants moved out within a few months. In such an old house it was normal to hear random creaks in the wood, but something about the basement freaked them out. Who could blame them, those hanging chains were permanently welded into the wooden beans on the ceiling, reinforced with steel fixtures. As if anyone would ever make it past him. The bin was in the best shape. It's white colour mostly stayed as it is, despite it's obvious vintage appeal. A few red scratches decorating the inside of it.The night you moved in was eerily still. Not a single crack in the wood or impetuous cold breeze. Silence.

After scrummaging through the old attic, you came across a few photo frames. The first of a small family, a husband/wife and their son, the next one was of the same boy smiling brightly at the camera. The last one was what you were looking for. Him. There he was. You understood why many suspected it was him, his long hair framing his broad shoulders, and the mutton chop beard that hadn't come back into style. The picture wasn't clear, how could it have been, but it was all you needed. You gathered your supplies and got to work. 

With everything in place, you light the candles. The surrounding fixtures begin to illuminate amongst the crackle of the fire. His son's old teddy bear, your realtors corpse, and the droplets your blood circling around them, all come to light within the small four walls of the attic. With everything laid out in front of you, he had to be able to find you. 

"Come back to me, my love", you whisper. 

The candles begin to flicker as you felt a chill run up your spine. The fire suddenly dies down, while you are able to see the faint outline of a sinister smile and cerulean blue eyes.

"Ah toots, it took you long enough."

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[darksongofnyx]

18+, minors do not interact!

Note: I’m really sorry this has taken me so long to post, I’ve been dealing with some health issues. I’m nervous since this chapter does include my first ever M/F smut scene, so I hope it’s not too cringey.

This was not beta read, so I apologize for any mistakes or typos!

Chapter Summary: Robert is sick of waiting

Word Count: 2131

Series Warnings: This is a DARK FIC and contains dark themes! Fem!reader, step sibling incest, you and Justin being innocent and naive, both reader and Justin are over 18, mentions of church (no denomination is named), pet names (reader: princess, justin: baby doll, robert: daddy), dry humping, hand jobs, cum eating/licking/swallowing, spitting in mouths, really bad bdsm dynamics, dub con, little to no aftercare, creampies, oral sex (m receiving), bisexual!Robert, bisexual!Justin, out of character writing (I know I’m not getting Robert & Justin right 😔), non con and dub con recording and taking photos, sex toys (mention), Robert is a shitty husband, unnamed wife, drugging of drinks, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex (this is fiction, always use a condom irl!), some degradation (name calling: slut, whore), rough sex, first time sex, threesome, spitroasting

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Robert is uncomfortably hard and angry. He sits on his front porch, slowly nursing his third beer of the afternoon, and watching you across the street as you garden in your front yard. It’s not the activity that makes his blood boil, it’s the fact you seem to be completely oblivious to the fact that the boys that stop and talk to you aren’t there for gardening tips. Even from a distance he can tell their minds are far from giving a shit about how you care for your favorite lilies, he knows they’re far more interested in what’s beneath the short but hideous dress that he’s pretty sure your mother made.

He doesn’t understand how your parents can be so protective, to the point where you’re rarely without a chaperone, but yet here you are, outside all by yourself while some pencil dick frat bro flirts with his Princess. His grip tightens on the drink in his hand, crushing the can and spilling its contents onto his pants, as he watches the boy pull you in for a hug, his hands grabbing your ass while he holds you. Robert is about to run over there to beat the living shit out of the boy, when your mother runs out of the house, slipper in hand, chases him away and pulls you inside the house.

He adjusts himself, he can’t take this anymore. While it’s been easy enough for him to get his Baby Doll alone, he has yet to figure out a way to see you alone, each time he hints at you coming over to his house, your parents are quick to invite themselves over as well, so all he gets are the brief occasions where you’re outside alone and he certainly can’t do anything in front of the whole neighborhood. Although he does enjoy the thought of fucking you in front of everyone, that’ll show them, especially those frat bro douche bags and your fuck boy next door neighbor, Mr. Tucker, who you belong to.

🎀

It’s an offhand comment his wife makes during some stupid argument that gives Robert an idea on how to finally get some alone time with you. Using his wife’s complaint of wanting to be more social with the neighbors as an excuse, he invites your family over to his house for dinner as a way of saying thank you for all of Justin’s help.

While she’s in the kitchen finishing up whatever cooking she has left, Robert is in their bedroom, opening the drawer of her bedside table and pulls out the bottle of prescription sleeping pills. He knows she never takes them, so he shoves a few tablets into the front pockets of his dress pants, knowing damn well she’ll never notice them missing. Now he just has to wait for the right moment to slip them into your parents and his wife’s drinks. Waiting is easier said than done, especially when you walk into his house wearing a cute short little sundress that shows off your figure, it’s almost like your parents want you to look like the walking embodiment of temptation. As always, Justin is right there next to you, holding your hand and looking like a lost innocent puppy. God, Robert wishes he could just fuck the two of you right now, making his wife and your parents watch as he fucks you both stupid.

Dinner is long and tedious, Robert never knew people could be so dull. While he thought it was immediately clear that your parents would have nothing in common with his wife, that wasn’t the case as the three of them chatted all the way through the meal. It was glaringly clear that the three of them are the most boring people to ever exist, how he made it through the 20 minute conversation about

However, it was interesting to see how your parents reacted toward the way you and Justin behaved, they said nothing of the way you’d hold Justin’s hand or rub his back whenever he attempts to join in on their conversation, or how close Justin moved his chair to yours when everyone first sat down. It was clear on his wife’s face that the behavior was noticeable, but still no one said anything.

Robert made sure to keep the wine glasses full, adding in the crushed up sleeping pills into the glasses as dessert was being served. They were all pleasantly drunk, he had forgotten how handsy his wife could be when she drank and with Robert not paying any attention to her, she turned her attention to Justin. BeRobert had caught her more than once trying to cop a feel while your parents weren’t looking. He was grateful that this shit show was almost over when he noticed the pills starting to kick in, he watched as the three of them drowsily tried to keep the conversation going. Thankfully your parents, in their drunken and drugged state, decided it was finally time to go home when your father started to fall asleep in the middle of a conversation. He watched as your parents stumbled their way back home with you and Justin following behind, after everyone disappeared into the house, Robert worked quickly to get his wife into bed.

After taking a little blue pill to ensure he’ll be able to enjoy your body all night, Robert sat in his dark living room, waiting to make sure the pills and wine were doing their job, his wife had barely made it to their bed before passing out, he still gave it a few more minutes after he sees the lights in your house turn off before making his way over to your house. Staying in the shadows, he makes his way over to your bedroom window, the small amount of light allows Robert to see that you and Justin are fast asleep in your beds.

🎀

Robert quietly pops off the window screen before using an old screwdriver to pry open your bedroom window, the plush carpet silences his entry as he climbs through the window, he looks over to see that you’re both still asleep. He quietly makes his way over to your bed, briefly watching you sleep while imagining all the ways he wants to corrupt you as he slowly pulls the blankets off your body. He flips on the little lamp on your bedside table, he wants to make sure he gets a good look at you just in case he’s forced to wait for you again.

Pulling back your floral print duvet, Robert’s greeted by with the sight of your dusty pink cotton nightgown hiked up around your hips, his fingers tracing along the waistband of your panties before slowly taking them off of your sleeping form, he puts them to his face, inhaling your scent before tucking them into the pocket of his pants. He tosses your duvet on the floor before he pushes your nightgown up, exposing your breasts, sitting on the edge of your bed he starts fondling them, one of his strong hands groping one before he starts pinching your nipples while he sucks and bites on the other, the sweet little sleepy moans you make when he puts his mouth on you spurring him on. Robert looks down at your chest, satisfied and happy with all the marks he has left on your breasts.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket, he takes a few pictures of his work before he sets it on your bedside table, making sure he’s got a good angle of the action before pressing record. Robert quickly strips off his clothes before straddling your chest, he positions himself just so before spitting in his hand to wet his already hard cock. Resting his cock between your breasts, he uses his hands to push your breasts together as he starts thrusting. Fuck if he didn’t love how your tits felt around his dick. It’s not long before the sound of his moans and the feeling of the tip of his cock hitting against your chin wakes you up.

“Shhhh, Princess,�� he pets your face, smearing a bit of his pre cum on your lips, “you don’t wanna wake your parents up, that would make daddy real angry with you and I don’t wanna have to punish you. Especially since daddy’s been having fun with these pretty tits of yours, you gonna be a good girl and let daddy have some more fun?”

Your eyes dart away, unable to look at him in the eyes as he continues thrusting his cock between your breasts, instead you simply nod in agreement.

“Good girl,” he says as he moves off of you, he sits between your legs. “Looks like someone liked having her tits fucked like a dirty slut,” he taunts, “my little princess is soaked,” he rubs a thick finger up and down your slit, coating his finger in your arousal.

He brings the finger to your lips with an unspoken command to open your mouth, he shoves the finger in your mouth, hitting the back of your throat and making you gag before he tells you to start sucking on it. It’s with a dark smirk and chuckle that he takes his finger from your mouth before he rips your nightgown from your body, throwing the torn garment on the floor. Robert allows himself a moment to take in the visual of your sweet virginal body laying naked before him, he smiles knowing that he’s about to defile it.

“Daddy, I…I don’t think it’s gonna fit, it’s too big,” you’re sitting up on your elbows looking at Robert’s hard cock as he rubs it between your soaked folds, coating himself.

He didn’t think it was possible, but as he sees the real fear in your eyes and he swears he feels his dick getting even harder.

“Princess, you said you were gonna let daddy have some more fun, now don’t go ruining this by being a little bitch,” Robert says as he painfully grips your face.

You look away, looking towards Justin’s bed, Robert turns his head to see Justin wiping the sleep from his eyes before sitting up and putting on his glasses. While you’re distracted watching Justin, Robert thrusts his entire length into your wet heat, clamping a hand over your mouth before you have a chance to scream out in pain as his cock fills you.

“Ya gotta be quiet, sweetheart. Do you want your parents to see you getting fucked like a slut?” he leans down resting his forehead against yours as he continues to thrust into you, with tears running down your face you shake your head no, “that’s what I thought.”

Robert removes his hand from your mouth, focusing on how tight your pussy feels around him as he sets a brutal rhythm and the sound of your moans, both of pain and pleasure, and whimpers mixed with the sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the room

“Fuck, you feel so good squeezing daddy’s cock. Look how greedy your little pussy is,” he says, grabbing a handful of your hair, angling your head, forcing you to watch as he continues his assault on your body.

Even with you covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle your cries, it was clear to Robert he was gonna have to put something in your mouth to shut you up. He turns to see Justin watching as Robert fucks you, and judging by the tent in his pajama pants, his little baby doll was enjoying the show.

“Get over here,” he commands Justin, who quickly obeys. Justin nervously stands next to your bed, watching Robert continue to pound into you. “I want you to keep her mouth busy.”

Justin kneels down beside your bed, he can see how hard you’re trying to obey Robert as Justin gently pulls your hands away from your mouth. He turns your face towards him, wiping the tears from your cheeks before he starts kissing you, it’s just the chaste kisses you share before bed, a simple peck on the lips.

Annoyed, Robert pulls out and flips you onto your stomach before instructing you to get on your hands and knees, he orders Justin to strip before having him kneel at the head of the bed, his cock directly in your face.

“Show daddy what you’ve been learning, princess,” he says as he reaches over and pushes your head towards Justin’s groin, he watches as you gag on Justin’s cock. Soon Robert sets a rhythm

Suddenly, the bedroom door opens and your mother stands in the doorway. At first the three of you don’t immediately notice her, each of you too consumed by your fast approaching climaxes.

[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?

[xcaptain-winterx]

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eun participates in kinkmas 2023, twenty four days of kinky thots, blurbs, and fics!

please note: prompts have no assigned date. due to an unplanned mini-hiatus, three days feature double prompts.

fics.

flamingo pink | daddy!ari levinson x puppy!reader | prompt: pet play

a diamond's gotta shine | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompt: toys

clear blue water | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: watersports

lock them out and throw a feast | soft!dark!curtis everett x front-ender!reader | prompt: food play

help me hold onto you | steve rogers x avenger!reader | prompt: sex pollen

devils roll the dice | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader | prompts: sex tape + medfet

did something bad | soft!daddy!lloyd hansen x little!reader | prompts: interrogation + weapon play

you all over me | soft!dark!daddies!steve rogers and ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: double penetration

blurbs.

not trying to play | bf!jake jensen x subby!reader | prompt: nipple play

in the middle of the night | dark!stepdad!pete brenner x reader | prompt: somnophilia

delicate | daddy!ari levinson x little!reader | prompt: virgin

thots.

edging | mutual masturbation | massage | harness | sex shop | threesome | monster fucking | knotting | fucking machine | exhibitionism + piercing