#mob!mr. freezy

[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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[abbatoirablaze]

Angel Of Death, Chapter 17

Word Count:  2.2k

Warnings:  mentions of being drugged, mentions of rape, noncon relationship, ptsd, mentions of slight Stockholm syndrome, woman being hit/slapped, mentions of blood, degradation.

“You can’t leave!”

“Try me, Ransom,” you whimpered as you pulled your son to your car, “Barnes is out of commission in a hospital bed.  Fowler’s got a sling and stitches because Barnes’ arm blew up and shrapnel tore the shit out of his arm…Curtis and Ari are banged up from trying to save my mom….I have to run…”

“I don’t want you to leave me…” Ransom begged.  He gripped you firmly by your forearms and held you at arm’s length, “I can’t lose you and Charles, Nicola.”

“M-mom…I don’t want to go either…”

You looked at your son, heartbroken with your own choice.

“I’m sorry, Charles, but it’s not your choice, sweetie.”

“R-Ransom can protect us.”

“Sweetie,” you sighed.  Ransom let go of you as you dropped to your knees and your son met you.  You wrapped your arms around him and held him tightly, “we have to run, baby…Bobby’s not going to stop until he has you…but I won’t let him kill everyone to get to you.  They have families too…”

“I can protect you, Nicola.”

You looked up to Ransom once more, his eyes holding a special kind of hurt over the fact that you had commented that you didn’t want there to be anymore blood shed over you and your son, “I’d let him try all he wanted…but he wouldn’t get to either one of you.”

“I-I can’t take that chance, Ransom.”

“But mom…it’s the safest place,” Charles pointed out, “h-he burnt down the house.  He burnt down your backup.  He blew up grandma’s house.  W-we don’t have anywhere to go.”

“I have a penthouse on permanent reserve in the city,” Ransom offered slowly, “I haven’t used it in years…but I’m sure that I could do that.  We could sneak you in low key, and you can stay there as long as you want…I’ll even come with-“

“No one can come with us, Ransom,” you replied sadly, “I-I don’t think we shou-“

“Mom,” your son cried, tears stinging his eyes.  You looked at him sadly as he looked back to Ransom, “please don’t make us leave Ransom…let him-let him help us, mommy.”

“I’m still mad at you.” You said, looking at your son.

“He was right, mommy…”

You sighed, tucking your son in, not wanting to admit that he was right, “you wanted to stay there…”

“Yeah.”

“Why?  I thought you hated Ransom!”

“I’m tired mommy,” your son whined, snuggling more into the blankets, “I don’t want to talk about this”

“You like Ransom being around, don’t you?” you asked, frowning.  Suddenly you felt bad separating Charles from him, “You know…I only had us leave because mommy already caused enough damage…more people were starting to get hurt.  Mr. Bucky lost his metal arm and has to undergo surgery to get it replaced.  Mr. Nick has burns on his face and arms.   Mr. Ari and Curtis both were cut up pretty bad because they got caught up in a trap too…and grandma is gone now…and it is all mommy’s fault…I had to protect Ransom and Mary and Frank.  I don’t want him coming after them too.”

“Ransom would have protected us, mommy.”

“Charles, if there’s one thing you should know, it’s that you should never underestimate him,” you sighed sadly as you stroked your son’s cheek, “he-your father…he’s not a good man.  He never was…and he’s going to come for you.  I need to make sure that he doesn’t hurt Ransom or anyone else…I need to make sure that he doesn’t hurt you.”

“Do you love Ransom?”

You sighed, nodding softly as you looked at your son, “I do…but I’m not going to let your father kill him because I can’t protect you properly.”

“He’s not my father.”

“Yes, he is, Charles,” you replied, tears coming to your cheeks, “neither one of us have to like it, but that’s the truth of the matter.  Robert Pronge is your father.  He’s the one man that created you with me.”

“I wish he wasn’t,” he whimpered, “I wish it was someone else…”

“Me too, baby,” you answered, unafraid of the tears, “but I had to stop living that lie the day that he forced my hand.  Now get to sleep…we’re leaving early in the morning and we’re going to have a long day ahead of us.”

“W-we’re leaving?” he asked, “Mommy, where are we going?  Ransom is letting us st-“

“Robert won’t let us have any peace baby,” you told him sadly, “we have to run until I get a better plan in mind on how to stop him.”

“But mom-“

“Go to bed baby,” you say, a little more firmly as you cut him off with some authority, “we’ll talk in the morning.  I promise.”

He nodded sadly and you pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead before turning off the lamp beside him and walking out of the room. 

“Mommy?”

You stopped at the door and turned around, “yes baby?”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, my sweet angel.”

Your eyes flickered open. 

Everything felt too heavy…too unfocused. 

You tried to shift in the warmth of the bed you were laying in, but you couldn’t move.  Your heart raced nervously as the unfocused, dark room became clear.  It stopped when you noticed the smug look on the one man you never wanted to see again. 

Robert Pronge was sitting on the edge of the bed in a pair of dark jeans and a striped shirt.  He held up his phone and pressed a button.

“I’m running late in my plans because of you.  But that’s okay…I forgive you again, my love.  You know, I was wondering when you would wake up.  Took a few hours.  Was starting to think I dosed you too much.”

You attempted to frown at the text to voice feature that he was using, but something was keeping your mouth busy. 

You raised your brow as you looked at him, disgruntled over the gag. 

“Be happy I didn’t cut your tongue out, sweetheart,” the robotic voice answered moments later, “my bitch of a baby momma did it to me when she thought she was being tough.  I guess I’ve got a soft spot for her though…I’d never hurt her like she did me…”

You went to tell him that you weren’t ‘being’ tough, but it only came out as muffled instances.  He chuckled shortly, the strangled noise seeming so foreign that you could barely tell it was laughter, and then he glared at you. 

“You’re getting weak, little one,” the voice played.  You squirmed under his touch as he let the phone play out his typed message.  His rough hands began to trail up your bare legs, to your thighs, and over your core.  You shivered under his touch, previous memories filing back into your head, “you know…I followed you all the way from that bastards’ place.  I know all about your relationship with Drysdale.  You’re such a useless slut, Nicola.  What kind of woman would jump into the bed of all these men?  You come back from Italy after hiding our son away, and you just go right to Charles.  Didn’t even spare me a fucking glance.  I loved you.  But you told me that little bastard was Charles’ and not mine.  Your father fired me, stating some bullshit that you were in love with Charles and he was ending ‘our relationship.’  He didn’t have that authority baby.  I let Kemp take care of him though.   All so that you would come back to me…and you did.  You let me come home to that tight little cunt.  God, I missed it.  I missed feeling you underneath me as I pumped you full of me.  But you’re just a fucking whore that was searching for the information she wanted.”

You whimpered as he pulled out a knife and cut away at the underwear you were wearing.  His knife traced along the front of the sleepshirt you were wearing until it was cut open.  He smirked, tracing the knife up your throat and jaw, before tapping it over your lips.  With another small chuckle, he placed the knife on the night table and ripped the fabric from your body.  He eyed you hungrily and you felt the same scared little air you’d felt when you were a teenager. 

“You fucked Lloyd too…didn’t you?” the voice asked.  At that, he cupped your core, thrusting a digit into your dry channel, “let him cum in my pussy?  You fucked Drysdale, jumping right on into his bed when you thought you got some information that you wanted.  Thought you got some clarity into who killed that wimpy son of a bitch you were going to call your husband.  The only man that deserves that title is me.  The god damn father of your fucking child.  But you’re just a whore, Nicola.  A slut that’s only good for two reasons.  A set of holes that fucks and sucks, and the woman that bears my children.” 

At that, your eyes widened. 

Children.

You whimpered, fighting against the binding, but it was no use.  It was tied too tight for you to move much, let alone get away.  But even through that, you stopped when you felt the harsh pressure on your face, and it went to the side. 

Robert had slapped you. 

Your eyes held firm on the sideways view you were left with, refusing to look at the man who you’d endured so much abuse through before. 

“Just need to learn your place, you little fucking princess,” his voice growled as he slapped you again.  Before you could answer, he’d grabbed you by your jaw and forced you to look at him.  Those dark, dangerous blue eyes both captivated and terrified you, “and your place is underneath me in my bed, taking my cock.  Bearing my children.  Becoming my wife.”

“Rober-“

“You don’t get to fucking speak,” he growled, pulling you back onto your bed, “mommy and daddy are out in Europe, visiting friends, and they left he pretty princess in the castle with just me…the only words I want to hear from that little mouth are ‘thank you Bobby’ or ‘more.  Fuck.  More!’ I want you begging for my cock as I fill you up.  Want you thanking me for cumming in that tight little cunt.  Do you understand me?  You’re going to beg me to.”

“Y-yes.”

“You’ll fucking learn,” he smirked dangerously as he pulled you into a bruising kiss.  You whimpered against his touch, and he only smiled more, biting your bottom lip.  When he released you, he moaned, “god you taste so sweet.  So sweet, baby.  My sweet, dumb little baby.”

“Bobby.”

“What did I say?”

“I-I love you,” you whispered the lie.  His dark eyes lightened slightly, and his smirk became softer.  You leaned up, knowing that treating it like a real relationship always made him gentler, “I-I just wanted to say I love you, Robert.”

“See,” he offered softly, “you’re learning your place baby…it’s not so bad, is it?”

“No…”

“And soon, we’ll tell your father about us,” he offered again.  You nodded, playing into his little ‘sweet’ test as he rubbed your flat stomach, “and we’ll create a little family of our own.  We’ll do it right, baby.  I promise.  I’ll put a ring on your finger and everything.”

“Wh-whatever you want Robert.”

“I want you to give me a son, baby…”

You screamed in anger, ignoring the bruises that were forming on your face from his punches and slaps as you tried to fight him.  He slapped you one more time and you bit into the gag, feeling blood dripping down your jaw. 

“Are you done?”

When you didn’t answer, his hand gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at him.  He smiled and stroked your cheek.  You whimpered, your aching features wanting nothing more than ice and time to heal.

“I don’t want to hurt you, Nicola,” the voice said calmly, “but you never fucking learn.  But maybe that’s partially my fault.  When your dad fired me, I should have come back sooner.  Should have fought harder for you.  I told you that I was going to be the father of your children.  Your husband.  And you seemed so happy about it when we were together.  So, I just assumed that when you came into power, you’d come for me.  Come for the man that really had your heart.  But instead, you stayed with Charles.  Like a scared little bitch.  But that’s okay baby.  He’s dead.  Your father is dead.  Even your mother.  Everyone that pulled us apart is gone.  It’s just us.  And we can be a family…I still owe you for cutting out my tongue…but it’s nothing you being a good mother to our children won’t fix.  I’ll keep you so full of me and we’ll make sure that we have a nice, big family.  It’s been about five weeks since you brought Charles back…and I’ve had nearly five weeks without him since he’s known I’m his father.  So five more kids should suffice…all I gotta do is cut out that little implant in your arm and then we can get started…what do you say, baby?  You, me, Charles, and five more little bastards running around?  God…I hope they have your eyes.  You have such pretty eyes.”

Chapter 18

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[the-queen-of-hell-666]

2023 Kinktober Masterlist

I'm so sorry for not posting like at all this year but it's been a very long and rough year and I will do my best to continue this month but if I miss a day it's because of writer's block or work but anyway here is my Kinktober masterlist and what I have planned for you all, my wonderful amazing readers! I hope you like the thigh clenching, panty soaking, jean tightening thrill of smut! I hope you enjoy!

Banners by: @vase-of-lilies​

Key: Fluff; 🌙 // Angst;  👿 // Smut; 🔥 // Dark; 🕸️

Day 1: Semi-Public (Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Drummer!Steve Harrington x Groupie!Fem!Reader) 🔥 Day 2: Stepcest (Stepbrother!Ransom Drysdale x Stepsister!Fem!Reader)🔥🌙👿 Day 3: Size Difference (Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Petite!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 4: S&M (Masochist!Eddie Munson x Sadist!Fem!Reader) 🌙🔥 Day 5: Fucking Machine (Mr. Freezy(Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader) 🔥🕸️ Day 6: Body Worship (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) 🔥🌙 Day 7: Stripping (Shy!Jake Jensen x Stripper!Fem!Reader) Day 8: Hate Sex (Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader) Day 9: DP in One Hole (Married!Steddie x Babysitter!Fem!Reader) Day 10: Fisting (Lee Bodecker x Fem!Reader) Day 11: Pregnancy (Steve Harrington x Pregnant!Fem!Reader) Day 12: Deepthroating or Facesitting (Sub!Jake Jensen x Dom!Fem!Reader) Day 13: Orgasm Denial (Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 14: Rimming (Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader) Day 15: Glory Hole (Post TFAWS!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 16: Breeding (Dad!Thor Odinson x Mom!Fem!Reader) Day 17: Masturbation (Jim Hopper x Secretary!Fem!Reader) Day 18: Spanking (Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader) Day 19: Humiliation (Mob!Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader) Day 20: Tentacles (Part-Kraken!Lee Bodecker x Pirate!Fem!Reader) Day 21: Sex Toys (Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader) Day 22: Pegging (Human!Castiel x Fem!Reader) Day 23: Costumes (Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader) Day 24: Shotgunning (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 25: Daddy Kink (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 26: Virginity (Virgin!40s!Stucky x Experienced!Fem!Reader) Day 27: Titfucking (Wade Wilson x Plus-sized!Fem!Reader) Day 28: Body Worship (Geralt of Rivia x Fem!Reader) Day 29: Breathplay (Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader) Day 30: Squirting (Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader) Day 31: Bondage (Ransom Drysdale x Fem!Reader)

[navybrat817]

CYM as significant others of Chris Evans characters.

I'm going to cheat, nonnie, and give variations of characters to people. 😂 I'm also likely missing people. Sorry, lovelies! ❤️

Ari Levinson - @flordeamatista

Mob!Ari Levinson - @stargazingfangirl18

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson - @onsunnyside

Steve Rogers - @writing-for-marvel

Nomad Steve Rogers - @labella420

Alpha!Steve Rogers - @biteofcherry

Mob!Steve Rogers - @jtargaryen18

Andy Barber - @georgiapeach30513

College!Andy Barber - @sunshinebuckybarnes

Curtis Everett - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Coal Miner!Curtis Everett - @ghotifishreads

Jake Jensen - @tavners

Best Friend!Jake Jensen - @drabblewithfrannybarnes

Ransom Drysdale - @boxofbonesfic

Lloyd Hansen - @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

Mr. Freezy - @the-iceni-bitch

Frank Adler - @secretswiftymarvelfan

Cole Turner - @maroonsunrise83

James Mace - @sgt-seabass

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I may be missing characters. Love and thanks! ❤️

[beardedmrbean]

Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi has inaugurated a grand temple to Hindu god Ram in the flashpoint city of Ayodhya.

He said it heralded "a new era" for India - the temple replaces a 16th-Century mosque torn down by Hindu mobs in 1992, sparking riots in which nearly 2,000 people died.

Top film stars and cricketers were among guests at the event in Ayodhya.

But some Hindu seers and most of the opposition boycotted it, saying Mr Modi was using it for political gain.

General elections are due in India in the next few months and Mr Modi's political rivals say the governing Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) will be seeking votes in the temple's name in a country where 80% of the population is Hindu.

Critics have also accused the government of exploiting a religious celebration in a country which - according to its constitution - is secular. For Muslims, India's biggest minority, the event evoked fear and painful memories, members of the community in Ayodhya told the BBC in the run-up to Monday's ceremony.

Televised live, it showed Mr Modi performing religious rituals inside the temple's sanctum along with priests and Mohan Bhagwat, head of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) - the ideological fountainhead of Hindu nationalist parties.

The complex history of India's Ayodhya holy site

Transforming a flashpoint holy city into the ‘Hindu Vatican’

"Today's date will go down in history," Mr Modi said after the event. "After years of struggle and countless sacrifices, Lord Ram has arrived [home]. I want to congratulate every citizen of the country on this historic occasion."

The temple has been constructed at a cost of $217m (£170m), funded from private donations. Only the ground floor was opened - the rest is expected to be completed by the end of the year. The construction work is part of a revamp for the city, estimated to cost more than $3bn.

The building of the Ram temple in Ayodhya fulfils a decades-long Hindu nationalist pledge. Many Hindus believe the Babri mosque was built by Muslim invaders on the ruins of a temple where the Hindu god was born.

The movement to build the temple helped propel the BJP into political prominence in the 1990s.

There was a festive atmosphere as tens of thousands of chanting Hindu devotees waved flags and beat drums - military helicopters showered flower petals on the temple. Saffron flags with pictures of Lord Ram line streets in the city festooned with marigolds, as do banners with the faces of Mr Modi and Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Yogi Adityanath.

Some of India's biggest celebrities, including Bollywood star Amitabh Bachchan and cricketer Sachin Tendulkar, attended.

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In many other northern cities Hindus lit lamps, and saffron flags carrying images of Ram are fluttering on rooftops, including in several parts of Delhi. Cinemas screened the event, and big screens relayed pictures from Ayodhya to town squares and residential neighbourhoods.

The ceremony, called Pran Pratishtha, which loosely translates from Sanskrit into "establishment of life force", lasted about an hour. Hindus believe that chanting mantras and performing rituals around a fire will infuse sacred life in an idol or a photograph of a deity.

Several domestic TV stations built huge sets by the side of the river Saryu, a tributary of the Ganges, just behind the temple, and provided wall-to-wall coverage of the event, some proclaiming the moment of consecration as the start of "Ram Rajya" (Lord Ram's rule) in India.

Hindus celebrated the inauguration in other countries too. Massive billboards of Lord Ram graced Times Square in New York, where a group of devotees braved the freezing weather to gather in the middle of the night.

Temples all across the United Kingdom - where Indians are one of the largest diaspora groups - marked the event. Colourful posters had been shared inviting devotees to honour the occasion and celebrations involved flowers, sweets and music. There were also some celebrations in Muslim-majority Dubai - where Indians are a significant population - but from Indian news reports these appeared more muted than elsewhere.

In 2019, the Supreme Court gave the disputed land to Hindus after a protracted legal battle followed the mosque's demolition. Muslims were given a plot outside the city for a mosque but have yet to build one.

One member of the community the BBC spoke to in Ayodhya ahead of Monday's inauguration agreed that Hindus have the right to build the temple after the Supreme Court gave them the site.

"We did not accept that decision happily, but what can we do," he said. Another man said he was happy Hindus are building the temple - "but we are also sad because it was built after destroying a mosque".

The new three-storey temple - made with pink sandstone and anchored by black granite - stretches across 7.2 acres in a 70-acre complex. A 51-inch (4.25-ft) statue of the deity, specially commissioned for the temple, was unveiled last week. The idol has been placed on a marble pedestal in the sanctum sanctorum.

Thousands of police were deployed for Monday's event, despite Mr Modi having appealed to pilgrims not to turn up and to watch the ceremony on television. In many states a full or half day holiday was called, with schools and colleges closed and stock markets shut.

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But a sour note was struck with some top religious seers saying that as the temple was not yet complete, it was against Hinduism to perform the rituals there, and many opposition leaders deciding to stay away.

Some opposition-ruled states also announced their own plans for the day - West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee said she would pray at the iconic temple to goddess Kali in Kolkata and then lead an all-faith rally. The eastern state of Odisha (Orissa) unveiled huge plans to bring pilgrims to the Jagannath temple in Puri, one of the holiest sites for Hindus.

Authorities say they expect more than 150,000 visitors per day once the temple in Ayodhya is fully ready.

To accommodate this expected rush, new hotels are being built and existing ones spruced up as part of a major makeover and in recent weeks, a new airport and railway station have opened.

Officials say they are building a "world-class city where people come as pilgrims and tourists", but many local people have told the BBC that their homes, shops and "structures of religious nature" have been either completely or partially demolished to expand roads and set up other facilities.

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Easy Money (Part 2)

Dark!Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x Heiress!Reader

Warning(s): +18, Non-Con, Kidnapping, Torture, Mind break, Loss of Virginity, Object insertion, Non-con filming.

Author's Note(s): This is one of the lewdest pieces I’ve ever written iml and I apologize my followers for seeing this side of me. It’s just over all Robert being an awful human being.

What exactly went on in the warehouse three years ago. Robert follows the instructions given to him perfectly. But in the end, it still came crashing down. He finds himself stuck and it's beginning to annoy him.

Robert sits in a movie theater. His eyes are glued to the screen. Where two adult actors are currently in the middle of a heated performance. He pumps his shaft to their rhythm. Suddenly someone decides to sit right next to him. A new client. Some greasy geezer. He made small talk of how he was laid off for fondling a fellow employee’s ass. Only to find out that it was actually his new boss. He hands him an envelope stuffed with cash and a photo of the woman. She would be his next target.

A young, pretty thing. Robert couldn’t blame the guy. From what he’d seen in the pictures provided she really did have a fine set on her. But boy, was this guy a huge pervert. His employer had sent him a list of sick demands. An array of porno magazines were provided to give an idea of what he specifically wanted, with everything provided for of course. Pronge is careful to count the bills. From just the amount paid Robert could tell the guy must’ve really hated her. 10k per hour was too good to be true.

Originally posted by euphoricdaydreaming

It was humorous really. These kinds of hits were always made by the quiet ones too scared to do it themselves. All because their fragile ego had been shattered. He couldn’t give less of a shit. At least his pockets would be full for the next few months. After memorizing his soon-to-be target’s route Robert had purchased a tasteless sedative from a dealer who worked with the Italian mob. He would pick her up not too far from the bus stop she’d wait at. Located nearby his ‘shop’.

Robert decides to use the abandoned warehouse not too far as the place he’d bring her to. Renovating it shouldn’t be a problem. Every few days he would stop by his new workplace, slowly setting up a studio. It took a while to secure the area. One of the things he hates the most is when his plans are sabotaged. No risks. No mistakes. That’s how he likes it.

Originally posted by beautiful-nature-gifs

He notices how the woman would always take the bus to and from work. Just before rush hour. It made things easier. Less people around. A perfect time to spring into action. He drove steadily her way until his van was perched at the curb in front of her stop. He looks up to find her waiting patiently with her hands in her lap. She was just waiting for him to grab her. To ruin her. Robert hollers for her attention, “Excuse me ma’am.”

The young woman looks up in curiosity. Almost in disbelief that he was actually talking to her. She tilts her head slightly then points to herself to make sure that it was her he was calling for. Robert smirks then nods, “Would you like to try a free sample? It’ll help with this heatwave going on,”

Originally posted by imissyourbattlecries

She hops off the bench and walks to the side of his truck, “You would really do that?” her reaction came off as surprised. Robert nods yet again. Her hands clasp together while her fingers intertwine, “That’s very kind of you sir!” she grins. She made it too easy, his little money maker. He asks the woman how her day had been. Not that it mattered to him. He retreats to the back of the truck and pulls out a Popsicle. It had been chilling all night in order to preserve the sedative mixed into it. It was pricey, but it also got the job done.

He made sure to wrap it up so that there would be no sign of tampering. He told her it was a new ‘signature flavor’ he was working on. Who knew she’d be so fucking gullible. He watches closely as her red stained lips part. Robert licks his lips when her tongue pokes out to swipe against the tip. He admires way her mouth wraps around the head. He was going to have fun breaking her in.

She lets out a moan, “Mmm ‘show good..” her eyes are closed in a blissful trance. It only takes her a matter of seconds before she begins to stumble. Her legs wobble momentarily before buckling. She lets out a long sigh, her muscles go lax as she drops the treat onto the ground. A long sigh escapes her lips. Her eyes roll back before suddenly fainting. Robert whistles when he steps outside his van. He drags her unconscious form to the back of his vehicle. He eyes the woman’s form one more time before closing the door and driving off.

Robert stops by his usual ally way pick up some stimulant pills from a local dealer. Said his name was Johnny. He’d sell them on the side of his gas station. Along with condoms and a case of beer. If Robert’s going to be fucking someone for hours, he might as well be prepared for it. But before he makes it out the door he hears the little runt calling for him, “Hey! Pronge! Any plans for tonight?”

Nosy little shit…

“Nah just uh..have a date.” he turns around. Johnny raises a brow at the small box before scanning it. He hums a tune, “You know..if you wanna go raw I’d be more than happy to sell you some morning after pills. He dangles the package in front of the older man, “I’ve had a few slip ups myself. Trust me after a long night those condoms are gonna give you a burn. In fact, I’ll sell them to you half off.”

At this point Pronge is beyond annoyed and slaps a wad of cash on the counter just to make him shut up. Johnny counts the cash and whistles, “Pleasure doing business with you sir..” he waves goodbye to the hit man. When the door chimes shut the snickers to himself. He popped a few holes in the condoms for his little scam trick. He buys the condoms, then sells them the pills for any slip-ups. Besides, business was business and he never liked the guy.

Pronge drives towards his workshop, where her fate would be sealed.

When they make it inside his victim is still in a state on unconsciousness. Sprawled on some old mattress he had found. On the side are an array of different toys. From vibrators, to dildos, butt plugs, nipple clamps, and a spreader bar were given if she weren’t compliant. He clicks the camera on, “Alright…” his hands move away from it, making sure that the device is still recording, “Showtime,” zooming in his camera in to capture the sleeping woman.

Her lips are slightly parted. Robert reaches for her. A hand brushes away hair from her face, revealing the identity of his victim. He watches her chest rise and fall slowly from the angle she had been laid out in. He could get a close look at the woman’s cleavage pressing against her expensive negligae. His gloved hand reaches in to wrap around the her neck. He gives it a light squeeze. Nothing happens.

Robert traces his touch lower and lower. Until it reaches the top of her blouse. His knuckles brush against her bare skin. He yanks at the expensive blouse, popping it open in the process. Her pencil skirt is pulled off in the matter of seconds. He makes sure to use duct tape when binding her wrists together. He lifts her head up to wrap a blindfold around her eyes.

Now only a matching lace set was in his way. He parts her legs and bunches up the front of her panties. He pulls the front to the side. Robert lets out an audible gasp. Her pussy was practically waiting for him to ruin. Neatly groomed and everything. Now that was his bonus. He lets go of the fabric. Letting it snap back. One of her lips still visible to tease the audience. He pulls down her bra to reveal her breasts. Her nubs harden from the summer breeze.

Robert is careful not to rip her panties in the process. His employer had a fetish for keeping them after. He drags her underwear over his face in an attempt to hide his identity. When Robert parts her legs he lets out an audible gasp. There it was, all for him.

Robert’s hand drags from her lower belly down to her mound. Two fingers slide up and down her slitbefore reaching up to play with her bud. Her reaction was almost immediate. Goosebumps began to form on her skin. Her brows furrow in confusion from the unwanted pleasure. Then all of a sudden the woman jolts awake and screams. He doesn’t give her enough time to register what’s going on.

He wraps a hand around her throat, “Fight back and I’ll fucking kill you.” he voice is deep, dripping with demand. Her eyes widen after noticing her panties missing. She whimpers, “Who are you? W-what do you want from me..?” the woman is visibly shaking. He taunts her, “It’s time you pay your dues sweetheart.”

“Nononono please I didn’t do anything wrong–please don’t!” her voice begins to crack, “Please mister don’t do this. Don’t kill me…p-please—ow!!” he yanks a fist full of her hair. She hears the sound of something unzipping. Something warm and wet rubs against her cheek. It smudged her makeup in the process. It’s tip was sticky. In that moment she realized just what it was,

“Oh my god! Gross!!! get it off of me!! GET IT OFF!!!”

Robert’s fingers dig into her locks. She yelps from the pain, giving him access to shove his length into her parted mouth. She squeals in disgust. He’s taken aback. It was as if she’d never done this before. He hushes her muffles cries, “That’s it…choke on it. Good slut..” his voice is sultry and dripping with desire. He continues to barge in until he reaches the hilt of his length. His pubes brush against her nose. He thrusts himself in and out of her channel. Enjoying the velvety feeling of her wet mouth.

When Robert finally pries himself free he struggles to catch his breath. Looks like the back ally pills worked well. Too fucking well for him to handle. He groans, “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue..” his hands comb back some fly away hairs. When she doesn’t comply he wraps a hand around her neck, “Or I could slit your goddamn throat and fuck the hole. Don’t test my patience.”

She sniffles before parting her lips once again. Robert lifts his member up. He rubs circles around his sack a few times to get him going. He settles it against her tongue that poked out. Enjoying the warm, wet sensation it had to offer, “Lick them,”

She starts off with a few kitten licks. Robert pulls her hair back again, “What the hell was that? You act like you’ve never sucked a dick before.”

“B-because I haven’t!” her voice cracks. He sighs, collecting his thoughts, “Lick them like a lollipop. Lap your tongue against it a few times.”

She pokes out her tongue again but this time flattens it against his testicles. His eyes roll back, “Oh fuck…just like that…” he palms his crotch, teasing the tip every now and then. Robert pumps his shaft while enjoying the feeling of her wet mouth against his sacks. He spills his load across her face. Robert chuckles at the sight of her covered in his spunk, “Shit…I think you just milked my balls dry…” He rasps. He lets her go for a while. She tries to wipe off the residue off with her shoulder blade. He chuckles at the failed attempt. She still had her pride intact. Well, not for long.

He shoves her to the ground easily with the back of his boot. She bounces on the mattress below. He’s set up the camera right behind him to avoid revealing his identity. He settles himself in between her legs and drags his pants halfway down. A little fan service for potential buyers. When he strokes his member above her folds her breath hitches. If he could barely fit in her mouth, who knows the damage it could do on her inhabited parts. 

He’s heard dozens before beg for their life. It was funny really, now matter who they were or where they came from. At the end of the day they’d offer the same things. Money, Information, Drugs. But not her, “Look, I-I’m sorry…If I’ve ever done anything to upset you I–” oh how adorable. You were actually apologizing after what he had done. Robert pushes his thick tip, causing the woman to squeal, “W-wait!! Wait!!!“ her pleas were silenced by his lips crashing against her mouth.

Robert’s beard brushes against her wet face. He shoves his tongue deep into her mouth. While dong so he hovers his member over her entrance. He thrusts his full length in one shove, slamming his pelvis deep into her core. Not giving time for her to adjust. His hands grip her hips. She wails into his mouth as he violates her womanhood.

You realize quickly that having sex with this man was like getting pummeled by a bulldozer. Not fun. Not sexy. It isn’t long until Pronge spills another heavy load inside. He backs away to show off the damage done on camera.

Two of his thick gloved fingers separate her folds. A streak of crimson and cum drip out of her opening. She was quite the sight. His little damsel in distress. Her face is flushed with embarrassment. Her skin now dulled by the adrenaline rush. Tears soak her blindfold along with drops of mascara streaking down her cheeks, Her ruby lipstick is smudges across her chin while her lower lip quivers in fear.

As soon as he hears her sniffling it shoots straight to his dick. Oh fuck…he didn’t know just how bad he has it. Robert made sure that he’d ruin her in any way possible. Besides, it was in the job description. “How does it feel hm?” he holds her chin and rubs his thumb against her bottom lip, “To be fucked by a grimy, good-for-nothing bastard. A prim and proper broad must feel pretty filthy being used like this,” he huffs.

“You disgust me…” She turns head to the side. He chuckles, “It’s fine if you don’t wanna face me.” Robert flips her over. He coils her hair in a makeshift ponytail. He sinks himself back in. His pelvis slaps hard against her ass. He groans out from the pleasurable feeling. He almost loses control right then and there from grip she had on him. He starts to pound her from behind. Every now and then he’d deliver a harsh slap or squeeze on her rear for the audience. Mainly because he just loved the way it bounced back. He roughly fucks her into the floor during the next three rounds.

His dick was on fire.��Holy shit… he hisses from how sensitive his member became. These pills were strong–way too fucking strong for him to handle. Which was strange for someone his height and weight category. He should’ve absorbed them with no problems.

Robert has to take a break in between. He was sure his dick would fall of if he hadn’t. He holds a wand lazily to her clit. She chokes out a sob when another orgasm hits her. Her stomach flexes from how strong the rush was. A stream gushes out of her folds. His gloves are soaked. He presses it harder on her sensitive bud. Her wails echo throughout the abandoned building. Listening to her screams only urges him to shove his cock back in.

A few hours have passed. Robert has her on her back. Her pussy is faced towards the camera. He lazily ruts into her mouth. A finger traces the bulge in her throat where his cock dwells. He flicks it, causing her to gag. He’s still horny but all out of ideas. He tugs his mask to the side and takes a few swigs from his beer. That’s when an idea hits him. Robert pulls his length from her throat.

She’s a coughing mess. Her lips are swollen from sucking his manhood more times that she could remember. He pulls another beer bottle from the case. By now it had been room temperature. He pops off the cap with a pocket knife then holds the pad of his thumb against the rim.

He scoops her up with one arm. Her bottom half is too sore to kick him away. Robert manhandles her until she’s upside down. Each leg is hoisted over his broad shoulders. He takes a quick sip of his drink before flipping it over. He pushes the tip against her folds, letting it slide into her entrance. He chuckles when she begins to twist and turn in shock. Robert has a solid grip around her waist as he began pumping the bottle in and out vigorously. She wines in discomfort. Sweet liquid starts to drip from her cunt. Gliding from her folds, to her belly, down her breasts, all the way to her neck and face. Her hair is already sticky from all kinds of fluids.

His minx now reeked of sex. Of him. Robert licks his lips from the lewd display. He loves it, “My, my. What a messy little pussy you’ve got there.” he grazes his fingers against her drenched folds. He coasts his hand in the sticky wetness and smears it across her face. Her carefully applied lipstick was now streaks of crimson along her jaw. He tugs his bottle free from her opening with a lewd ‘pop’ sound. He lifts her panties over his mouth. His tongue dives into her slot. His palm presses against her lower belly. Liquid easily seeps out of her opening. He drinks it up, humming in delight when finished. He licks his lips. Eager about what he has in mind. 

It isn’t a minute later when he starts to fuck her again. Her legs are wrapped around his hips as he grinds into her. A hand reaches in between them to pinch and pull at her sensitive bud. She screams through the gag from the how sensitive her bundle of nerves became. Her head shakes vigorously. A muffled  “No!” escapes her lips as she’s forced into yet another unwanted orgasm. He doesn’t stop there. It was the sixth round that had his hostage sobbing.

Her legs were shaking, her back was arches, her eyes roll into her skull. She could feel him an empty his load yet again, shamelessly groaning into her ear “Oh fuck..” he breathes out harsh enough to blow the side of her damp hair. Every time he wasn’t fucking her cunt he would fuck himself to climax in another hole. He made sure to make her his dirty girl in every position he could think of.

Robert takes another break. He browses through erotica magazines for anything they haven’t tried by now. He can’t seem to focus with her sobbing interrupting his thought process. For someone with such a high ego, she sure cried a lot. But that’s what he liked about her. Hearing her scream through the gag for him to stop. It only encourages him to continue pumping himself through her abused holes. His eyes roll back at the feeling of her walls clenching him milking him dry.

“One more..just one more…” he urges. Her back was flush against his chest. His member slides in effortlessly for a final round. Her womb is filled to the brim with his seed. It swells from the overflow. He spits on the palm of his hand then slaps it against her bruised bud. She shrieks again for him. That’s all she can do. Her body violently shakes then gives out. She was spent. Too tired to fight back. He takes off her blindfold and gag before having her face the camera, “Now, what do you say?”

Th-Thank you…thank you f-for fucking me…” It’s hoarse but still audible. His work was almost done. Almost. He just needed a good smoke after all that. He turns around for a brief moment to turn off the camera.

He shoves a pill into your mouth. thumb gripping your chin as he commanded, ‘Open.” before spitting inside. He pinches your nose shut. Making sure you would swallow. He can’t risk having any bastards walking around. As soon as that’s done he’ll smother you with chloroform.

He retrieves a bottle of chloroform and dabs on a handkerchief. Robert faces his victim. She doesn’t run away. Doesn’t flinch when the sounds of his footsteps approach. Her mind is too broken to even take notice of her surroundings.

He had finally broken her. Robert puffs out a cloud of smoke and all she could do about it was cough. He holds the back of her head to still her shaking. He presses a firm hand to smother her breathing. It’s a few seconds until she’s out cold again. Now he just needed to clean up and collect the rest of his earnings.

He washes her from head to toe. Rinsing and scrubbing away any evidence. He separates her folds with his fingers first before prodding her with a metal speculum. Where it holds her insides in place. Now he just had to let gravity take over. Robert watches as his load drips out effortlessly. Robert swipes away any proof of him ever being there. As soon as he’s finished dressing her in newer clothes he couldn’t help but grin at the sight before him.

She looked as if she were in a deep sleep. He kisses her temple then pauses. He can’t explain why he just did that. Instead he decides to brush it off. It’s not like they’d ever see each other again. Robert drives them towards a location he hasn’t used yet. He makes sure to place her in an area where someone would find her, then drives off.

Originally posted by futuretage

You woke up on a hospital bed. A nurse is by your side. When he asks what happened all you could do was scream. You thrash around. Legs kicking wildly. That’s when they decide to call the police. When you told them what had happened they had you tested. You spent weeks cooped up in your apartment missing work, hoping that they’d find out who the culprit was. It’s the Sheriff who arrives at your place to give you the news. He has a hand placed on his chest as he told you the results. Your heart sinks. In his own words, “There wasn’t enough evidence.” the only form of proof were the bruises left behind. Whoever this guy is, is smart. Sick in the head, but smart.

Robert spent the next few weeks reminiscing in his own thoughts. It had been like this everyday. This itch that he just could never scratch away. He knew it was just a job. But he just couldn’t help it. Something about the sex had him wanting more. He visits Johnny’s block again for more pills. But the narc was no where in sight. Turns out old Johnny had been selling fake drugs and had gotten himself shot. At that moment Robert knew, he had it bad. Now he finds himself in a phone booth frantically punching numbers in.

He needed another taste. Just one more. That’s all he needed, right? A good shag would get rid of his itch. There was only thing on his mind the entire month after the night spent with her. When the man on the other line picks up Robert tries to keep his cool, “I’m available for more work, come and find me.” the message was sent, and now he waits.

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Series: Family Affairs

Mob & Biker AU; worlds colliding in these family affairs. Let’s see what happens for these mobsters, corrupt bastards and outlaws of the underworld. 

General warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content See individual chapters below for specific warnings. 

Status: In progress

Total current word count: 44,6k

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Andy Barber x female reader | word count: 19k * The Barbers’ letting go of some steam after being defeated by a loss. What happens when they go after the man who is responsible for all the trouble caused.

Warnings: 18+ only, dark content, explicit language, explicit sexual content, explicit force/torture, angst, talks of unstable mental health, mention of sexual assault (nothing too descriptive), mention of almost sexual assault, unprotected sex, oral (f+m receiving), fingering, blowjob, forced breeding, overstimulation, squirting, cheating for a cause, child loss, choking, so much smut, swearing and to be absolutely safe; DubCon, NonCon and BDSM (because it’s feral Barber). Sorry if I missed any.

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Ari Levinson x female reader | word count: 7,5k

* Ari Levinson came into your life like a wrecking ball, but is he truly the love of your life when you accidentally find out who he really is. 

Warnings: 18+ only, explicit sexual content, explicit language, oral (f + m receiving), blowjob, sexual harassment at work, inappropriately touched, mention of taking a shot of vodka, fluff, heartbreak, mob related business; such as drug dealing, money laundering, money transactions, being lied to/deceived by a loved one.

Talk To Me

Curtis Everett x female reader | word count: 17k

* Being involved with your friendly neighbour comes at a price.

Warnings: dark content, 18+ ONLY, explicit language, explicit sexual content, non-con, rape, torture methods: waterboarding & song playing on repeat, trauma, unprotected sex, fingering, blowjob, some light jaw grabbing, alcohol consumption, rough sex, edging, Sir kink, dom/sub dynamic, light BDSM elements, claiming, possessive nature, spanking, explosion, dirty/teasing talk, mention /witnessing drug dealing, witnessing a murder, gun use, gun violence, chased by a murderer.

Good for you - COMING SOON

Mr. Freezy aka Robert Pronge x female reader

* Freezy has set his mind on you and will do whatever it takes to get you.

Warnings: dark content, 18+, explicit language, explicit sexual content

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broken canvas. [dark!mob!Robert Pronge x Reader]

i'm fucked in the head, sorry. pt?

summary -> you pay the price after Ransom crosses another mob boss.

MINORS DNI

warnings -> NONCON. NONCON. NONCON. (p in v, RAPE, unprepared reader, photos are taken). poorly written smut. blood (reader bleeds). slight degradation. pet names (sweets). in all honesty, this was shit, oops.

word count -> ~1.4

You clung onto the wall like a work of art as he admired you like so with a maniacal grin and a menacing glare from his glasses.

He took a step, and you shook a leaf. “So pretty.” His voice permeated through the silence, and the slight growl in his baritone voice did little to ease your nerves as it only proved that this being – this monster – who snuffed out the life of your two guards and swept you away to this horrid prison was no monster at all. He was a man with cruel intentions.

Another step.

“Do you know who I am, sweets?”

You responded with a stiff shake of your head. You didn’t want to let your captor know that his face was, indeed, familiar though you couldn’t quite place it – in fear that he’d take it as if he were just a forgettable face to you.

If he knew you were lying, he didn’t let on.

The man just nodded in contemplation as he stared at you through his spectacles. He took another step, invading your personal space. “So pretty,” he reached out and his ice-cold hand came up to your face. A freezing finger stroking your cheek softly as if he were afraid to damage you – the priceless work of art he just stole.

Unsure of why he repeated it, you let out a shaky breath, “th-thank you.”

“I can see why Drysdale keeps you locked up.”

Upon mention of Ransom, your brows furrowed, and you leaned away from the man. “Ran-Ransom?” You said aloud, your voice and your body trembling still. “Do-do you know him?”

The man nodded and grinned. His teeth baring at you like a predator does its prey. “Yeah,” he said, “yeah, I know him.”

His tone alone told you that this man, who has now crowded you into the wall with little chance of escape, did not think of Ransom as fondly as you did. Had Ransom wronged him? How much danger were you really in?

“Sour little priss that boy of yours is,” the man continued. “Killed one of my men, saying I crossed his territory, can you believe that, sweets?” His hand slammed against the wall – mere inches away from your face. You flinched away, but he didn’t mind. “Told him Rogers was a good guy, even worked for his grandfather decades ago. Now, poof, he’s ashes and I gotta tell his wife, Sharon, that Ransom fucking Drysdale killed her husband.”

You were too afraid to interject. He had to have the wrong Ransom – Hugh, your Hugh – worked for Harlan’s publishing company. He wasn’t entangled with the mob – let alone a murderer.

“He took one of my good guys. And mob tradition is,” he grinned, “eye for an eye.”

“P-please d-don’t hurt me,” you cried, tears rolling down your cheeks, which sent blood flowing through his cock. “R-Ran wouldn’t have – “

“You ain’t know about all this, sweets?”

You shook your head. His tongue ran across the bottoms of his front teeth as he took you in – a beauty trembling against his body, pressed up against the wall.

Initially, yes, Robert Pronge did have the intention of killing you – sending you back in a body bag to Hugh Drysdale. But when he first saw you in the photos Jensen had taken from the Thrombey’s charity gala, he knew that killing such a pretty face would be a crime.

“How innocent,” he chuckled.

A strike against another mob family was not to be taken lightly – taking a mafioso’s best girl was grounds for a crime war. But Robert couldn’t help himself. You were just so damn gorgeous – he had to have you for himself.

“P-please don’t hurt me,” you repeated. Your knees buckled and Robert let you fall to the ground. He watched with fascination as your face planted into his slacks, tears staining the fabric. He couldn’t help his hand pressing you into his leg, sliding you over to his aching dick.

You wept as you tried to push yourself off the man, but his sheer strength kept your face pressed against his hardened cock. “An eye for an eye, gorgeous.”

You shrieked as his hand fisted your hair and pulled you to your feet. He shoved you forward onto the mattress on the floor you’ve inhabited for the past day and a half. You tried to crawl away with your head pounding from both your hair being pulled so hard and your incessant crying.

Robert grabbed your two ankles, forcing your body to lay flat against the mattress as he pinned you down with all his weight. You flailed your limbs in attempt to thwart him but to no avail.

Fabric was ripping all around you, but you didn’t know what it was until you felt his could hands against your bare hips. You cried out as he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you like the monster he truly was.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweets.” He said as his hands flew to the neckline of your blouse and ripped it down along with the front of your bra.

You were bared to him like a new toy on Christmas morning and he smirked down at you, eager to play.

In a last effort to fight back, your hands flew to his face, scratching like a wild animal. It lasted only a few moments until he grabbed both your wrists and pinned you down. His glasses had flown away, cracked against the concrete floor somewhere. His brow displayed a cut, a thin trickle of blood weeping from the broken skin.

His brows furrowed at you and he tsked. “Dumb bitch.”

You begged, “please, please don’t.”

Robert didn’t heed to your cries and pleas as he cuffed both your wrists into one large hand and undid his pants. He pushed them down along with his underwear to reveal his enormous, throbbing cock, the tip angry and glistening with pre-cum. Your hips began to shift, trying to buck him off, but his free hand pressed against your stomach, hard to keep you in place before he pumped his cock a few times and thrust it into your unprepared cunt.

You screamed, body convulsing in pain as he fed your poor pussy his cock. “Take it,” he spat, “take it you stupid bitch.” He bottomed out with one single, slow, and agonizing thrust, swaying his hips as if to taunt you. He released your wrists as he pumped into you slowly before digging through his pants to retrieve his phone.

“N-no,” you murmured as you heard the shutter of the camera. “S-sto-stop.”

He continued to take photos of your cunt filled with his cock. Unbeknownst to you, blood had begun to trickle from your hole, your body unprepared for such an intrusion. The photos highlighted the crimson ring gathered around his cock.

Robert chased his release, despite your cries. To add reprieve from the onslaught of torture, his fingers found its way onto your clit, drawing circles on the sensitive bundle of nerves, and to your dismay, it sparked pleasure.

Intense pleasure. One that had you arching your back into this monster’s chest and moaning with guilt. He watched as you shivered beneath him, biting your lip as you tried to stifle the cries of pleasure, only to fail when he pressed against your stomach again and the tip of his cock grazed your G-spot. You were no longer fighting him, your body giving into the confusing pleasure and the pain – even your hips began to thrust back.

Your body arched again as his cock tapped against your G-spot a few times and a pleasured scream escaped your lips. Your walls clenched tightly around his cock, fluttering as you came. He groaned, watching you, as he found his release. The cum spraying against your aching walls a strange comfort. He continued to thrust into you just to watch your body convulse with the aftershocks of your orgasm.

Robert basked in the way you trembled and cried. Yes, Ransom kept you pristine and protected in your frame, but Robert Pronge would argue that he created art.

[littlelioncub43]

I’m sorry but…..imagine sub!robert pronge and dark!reader

No no don't apologize 😈 I'm thinking about mob boss!reader once more 💖

"Tsk tsk tsk," you shake your head at the man kneeling on your bedroom floor before you. You say nothing as you circle him. Robert feels your eyes locked on him, he could also feel your anger and your disappointment.

He didn't like that fear gathered in the pit of his stomach, he was the best hitman this side of the Mississippi. But he made the mistake of not taking you seriously before and that left him with a severed tongue and a shit load of trauma.

He gasps when you suddenly yank his head back by his hair, your nose trailing up the side of his face. A shiver shoots up the length of his spine when he hears you sigh at the scent of his shampoo.

"What did I tell you about touching yourself, Bobby?" You whisper in his ear. Your voice was deceitful, too calm and collected for it to be real, and Robert knew that. He gulped and tried to steady himself.

"It's not allowed..." he answered dutifully. He was already in trouble but he didn't want to piss you off any more by talking back. Last time he talked back, you punishment nearly killed him; he couldn't sit or walk properly for a week after.

"Unless?" You prompt with a firm tug to his hair. His obedience was enough to have your pussy fluttering.

"Unless you say so," he whimpers. You giggle in a teasingly deep voice. Robert hates how his dick reacts to your breath on his neck and your sultry voice in his ear.

"Good boy," you coo, "Now. You're going to take your fucking punishment, and you're going to fucking thank me for it. Do you understand me?"

"Yes, Mistress."

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[abbatoirablaze]

AOD, Two Sides Of The Same Coin, Chapter 4

Word Count:  804

“I’m only going to tell you this once…you need to get as far away from Ransom as you can….”

“Why are you acting like this, Ari?” Frank growled, angry at his boyfriend and his insistence that he stop working for Ransom, “I’ve been working with you for a year now, and it seems like every single day is a new problem with you.  First, I’m not catching on…then I’m getting too close to subjects.  Then I-“

“He’s holding you over me.”

Frank stopped talking, surprised by Ari’s confession.  His brow furrowed and he crossed his arms, “he’s what?”

“He’s holding you over me…he’s saying that if I don’t accomplish certain things…you’ll be caught in the crossfire…that you’ll just so happen to not make it home…” Ari warned.  He stepped up to Frank and began cupping his boyfriend’s cheeks.  His calloused hands caressed the younger man’s cheeks and he gave him a serious look, “I love you, Frank…and I need you to know that…but some of the things he’s asking me to do…I need you to find a stronger family than this one…one that can protect you…because I don’t know for how much longer I can…and I know I have gotten on you before about being able to handle loss…but I can’t handle the reality that I could possibly lose you…that something would happen to you or Mary because I can’t protect you.”

“Wh-what are you saying?” he asked nervously, “a-are you saying that Ransom is looking for a way to cut me out?  A-am I a loose end to him?”

“What I’m saying is that word on the street is that Pronge isn’t exactly kind to Paretti’s daughter,” he offered, pressing a piece of paper into the younger man’s hands, “he’s supposed to be watching over her for the Paretti’s, but he’s taking advantage of him and his daughter.   Nothing is promised, but it’s something you can start looking into…go to him…figure out what’s going on, and Paretti himself might be able to protect you.”

“P-Paretti doesn’t have a daughter…”

“Yeah…he does…just trust me…and look into it, Frank.”

Frank had watched Paretti’s daughter for weeks.  Saw the hollowed out look in her eyes; the dazed expression.  And he saw the way that a long-haired man clung to her, his hands always all over her.  While the elder Paretti seemed oblivious to the comings and goings of what was happening, Frank was painfully aware of the young woman who was obviously being used.

So he worked on the angle.  He started hanging around some of the guys that he knew were freelancers.  Started offering up information.  He did just that until it bought him a ticket straight into Pronge’s poker night. 

“Oh you wouldn’t fucking believe it,” Pronge grinned, looking around the poker table as he puffed his cigar, “I’ve got this great piece of pussy…she primo…grade a-just…fuck…She’s perfect boys…and she’s trained just for me.  She cums when I tell her to.  She takes it without question…she’s perfect.”

“Come on, Pronge…you ain’t gonna share?” Kemp teased, nudging his associate, “heard Paretti specializes in pussy…gearing up to make sure his son knows all about it…even got a tight little thing around him, making him smile.”

“Always has a primo cut hanging by his side to…” Thor smirked, “tight little thin-“

“That’s who I’m talking about, boys,” Pronge smirked, his grin wide and guilty looking, “we’re going at it like rabbits behind closed doors…she’s not that jackass’ piece…she’s mine.  Paretti himself turns a blind eye to it…lets me devour the little thing.  She wants it too…oh, she wants it bad.  She practically begs me for it.”

“Nicola…Nicola Paretti.”

Her eyes went from glossed over, to a look of horror as Frank spoke to her.  Her breath caught in her throat, and she took a step back, her hand absentmindedly cradling her stomach.  Frank frowned, immediately picturing his younger sister Diane as she stuttered through an excuse, “I-I don’ t know who you are talking about.  Y-you must be confused.”

“I’m a friend,” he promised softly, taking another step forward.  She swallowed hard, looking around the small bathroom, but saw that the only way out was through him, “I-I know what Pronge is doing to you…”

The terror in her eyes faded and she gave him a serious look, “I-I don’t-I-“

“It’s okay,” he promised yet again, reaching out to her, “I just want you to trust me…can you do that, Nicola?”

“I can’t trust anyone,” she finally responded after a moment of staring at his outstretched hand, “I-I can’t—Bobby…he’ll-“

“Robert Pronge won’t hurt you, Nicola…”

“Y-you’re really going to help me?” she asked nervously, her eyes tearing up, “th-this isn’t another one of his tricks?”

“I promise…” he sighed softly, keeping his hand held out to her, “I’m here to help you, Nicola.  Let me help.”  

Tag List:  @lohnes16, @tenaciousperfectionunknown, @patzammit, @apollonshootafar

[saiyanprincessswanie]

SaiyanPrincessSwanie - Reading List Week 12

Hey all, I’m a few days late but here is my week 12 reading list. These are all one-shots, drabbles and stories from authors who have tagged me in their work. Every Sunday, (depending on my schedule), I will put a list together of what I’m reading. I want to do this to help spread the love in the Marvel community. If you would like to be added, signal boosted, please tag me in your fics or tag me in someone else’s stories. If you don’t see your story listed it’s probably due to my cut off after 25 fics. You will be featured on the following week. Completed series that I’m tagged in will take longer for me to get through but please still tag me. This week was another long one as I’m trying to play catch up.

Make sure you read the warnings on every story. They range from dark to fluff.

These will be listed in no particular order. None of these stories are mine. I’m just signal boosting them. Author is listed next to title.

Also, thank you to @whimsicalrogers​ for the lovely page break

Happy Reading - Missy

Three Broken Birds - @imanuglywombat​

Too loose and you’ll lose it - @what-is-your-plan-today​ @icanfeelastormbrewing​​

Bad Boys - Part 1 - @holylulusworld​

Tempest - @stargazingfangirl18​

Stretch you out - @angrythingstarlight​

Steve’s first picnic - @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Retribution - @ozarkthedog​

The game - @loreloomis​

And you at the end of it - @loreloomis​

Protect and Serve VII - @cherienymphe​

Pretty Baby - Part 2 - Part 3 - @jtargaryen18​

Bright Eyes and Bullet Wounds - @fandomsandxfiles-writes​

Peas in a Pod - @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

New Beginnings - @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Stark Spangled Challenge: Bumps in the Night - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Stark Spangled Banner O/S: A Grievous Burden - @what-is-your-plan-today​ @icanfeelastormbrewing​​​

The Chosen One - Chp 3 - @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Coercion and Haven: Chp 4 Resolve - @void-hoechlin​

Sweetheart - do it right - @loreloomis​

Just Another Prisoner - @sweater-daddiesdumbdork​

Afraid to Sleep - @holylulusworld​

Send my love - @holylulusworld​

Innocence - Chp 1 - Chp 2 - Chp 3 - Chp 4 -  Chp 5 - @extremelyblackandwhite​

Exhausted - @stargazingfangirl18​

Scream for me - @sweeterthanthis​

[luxeavenger]

Welcome To My Masterlist

Everything I write is explicit. 18+ only, please.

You do not have permission to translate or repost my work. The only places I post my work are tumblr and Ao3, under the username luxeavenger

If you like what you read, please reblog to help others find it!

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SERIES:

Backstage Pass (ongoing)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x female!reader

Series Masterlist

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Kinktober 2023 (COMPLETE)

Backstage Pass characters, multiple pairings (for days/prompts/pairings, please see series masterlist

Series Masterlist

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Kinktober 2022 (COMPLETE)

Multiple pairings (for days/prompts/pairings, please see series masterlist)

Series Masterlist

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Kinktober 2021 (COMPLETE)

Multiple pairings (for days/prompts/pairings, please see series masterlist)

Series Masterlist

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Put Your Trust In Me (COMPLETE)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Series Masterlist

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I Wish I Was Your Girl (COMPLETE)

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

1 // 2 // 3

OneShots:

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers

Saturate My Soul

Kinktober prompt

My Good Boy [Pre-War/Pre-Serum Stucky | Praise kink]

Get You Knocked Up [40's!Twink!Steve x 40's!Bucky | Breeding Kink]

Bucky Barnes x Steve Rogers x Reader

You Feel Like Paradise

Kinktober prompt

It's Rude To Tease [Mob Boss!Bucky x Mob Boss!Steve | In public]

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Tie My Feet To Rocks And Drown

Man, He Never Had A Chance

We Can’t Go To Hell If We’re Already There

Run Zaychik, Run (Run Rabbit, Run)

Whiskey And Charcoal [Dad's Best Friend!Bucky]

Kinktober prompts

Do Something For Me? [Biker!Bucky | Spit kink]

A Bet. Sort Of. [Best Friend!Roommate!Bucky | Dubcon]

It Makes His Palms Sting [Mob Boss!Bucky | Impact play]

Throw Some Benefits Into This Friendship [Best Friend!Roommate!Bucky | Sex toys]

Open Wide For Me [Biker!Bucky | Face fucking]

Didn't Say We Were Done [DBF!Bucky | Frottage] (DBF!Bucky part 1)

His Little Bee [DBF!Bucky | Overstimulation] (DBF!Bucky part 2)

Your Own Damn Fault [Mob Boss!Bucky | Sex Toys In Public]

Empty [Stepdad!Bucky | Caught Masturbating] (Stepdad!Bucky part 1)

Everywhere [Stepdad!Bucky | Daddy Kink] (Stepdad!Bucky part 2)

His New Obsession [Dark!Winter Soldier | Scent Kink]

Steve Rogers x reader

Kinktober prompts

Give Her Something To Remember You By [Nomad!Steve | Overstimulation]

Say It Again [Nomad!Steve | Daddy kink]

You Really Wanna Do This Now? [Mob Boss!Steve | Thigh riding]

See What you Do To Me? [Nomad!Steve | Fleshlight]

At Least It's Roomy...? [Nomad!Steve | Temperature Play]

Curtis Everett x Reader

The Corners Feel Friendly

Kinktober prompt

Can I Try Something? [Nipple play]

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Kinktober prompt

Wool Sweater, Silk Scarf [Dirty Talk]

Pent Up [Orgasm delay/denial]

Destroyer!Chris x reader

Kinktober prompt

I Said Hush [Breathplay]

The Way It Tastes [Gun Play]

Jake Jensen x reader

Kinktober pompt

Stay Put, Be Cool, And Quit Squirming [Cock warming]

A Little Bit Of Friction [Cock Warming]

Andy Barber x reader

Kinktober prompt

New Neighbor [Voyeurism]

Curtsy [Spanking]

Ari Levinson x reader

Kinktober prompt

Don't Tempt Him [Marking]

Ari Levinson x Andy Barber x reader

Kinktober prompt

Anything We Give You [Neighbor!Ari x Neighbor!Andy | Double penetration]

Lloyd Hansen x reader

Kinktober prompt

Tell me I'm Yours [Possessive]

County Lines [Chase Kink]

Robert "Mr. Freezy" Pronge x reader

Kinktober prompt

Freezy Baby [Temperature play]

Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Get Me High When I'm Low

Kinktober prompt

Bargaining Time Is Over [Edging]

Don't Leave Me To Suffer So [Bondage]

I Need Your Worship [Begging]

Asks/Imagines:

Lance Tucker

You’ve Really Got A Hold On Me (Bucky&Alpine fluff) [Backstage Pass]

This Is How All Their Debates End (Bucky x Steve) [Backstage Pass]

Meoow (I Let Alpine Name This Chapter) (Bucky & Alpine fluff) [Backstage Pass]

Drabbles:

Caught Speeding (dark!Lee Bodecker x reader)

Linen Closet (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

Gentleman’s Agreement [Backstage Pass]

In Lieu Of Divorce (dark!Andy Barber x reader)

Little Pearl [Backstage Pass] (Loki Laufeyson x reader)

Mouse | Sugar [Backstage Pass] (Nat x reader)

Your Boss’s Desk (Ari Levinson x reader)

Do You Like Me? (MCU steve x bucky)

[dreamingitsover]

chris evans and co. fic recs

some of these fics my be dark or just have very intense scenes! please read the warnings!

chris evans

something different, something new *by @dadplease

softer than the satin was the night *by @cloudystevie

all tied up * by @nony-bear

mister friend of death * by @balenciagabucky

sunday football * @bucksfucks

bratty * by @afriendlyblackhottie

steve rogers

serves you right to suffer * by @mypoisonedvine

this particular one shot * by @kinanabinks

hope is a dangerous thing* by @nsfwsebbie

share your blessings * (mob!au ft bucky barnes) by @kinanabinks

well taken care of *by @bloomingbucky

star student * by @agentofbarnes

your favorite necklace* (ft bucky barnes) by @angrythingstarlight

watchful eye* by @afriendlyblackhottie

it’s only natural* by @/kinanabinks

ransom drysdale

only fans #2 *by @awhitewolfandhisvibraniumshield

up all night to get lucky *by @boxofbonesfic

going live in 3… 2… 1 * by @onsunnyside

andy barber

angel sin cielo * by @fairyevans

a real man * by @/dadplease

do what you please to me, i won’t resist* by. @/cloudystevie

dreamy* by @onsunnyside

cruel* by @/onsunnyside

only god forgives * by @river-soul

someone like you* by @worksby-d

keep the heat* by @ozarkthedog

mr. freezy

home for the holidays *by @/mypoisonedvine

mr freezy gets a new toy *by @/mypoisonedvine

anything at all by @the-iceni-bitch

occupied* by @stargazingfangirl18

he sees you when you’re sleeping (and he knows when you’re awake) * by @littlelioncub43

illicit encounters* by @ambrosiase

ari levinson

pretty daddy *by @strawbeariefaerie

sky blue paradise * by strawbeariefaerie

full *by @artisancowbells

can’t get enough *by balenciagabucky

sky blue paradise* by @strawbeariefaerie

simple angel, perfect devil* by @junova

one good girl, coming up!* by @/fairyevans

miscellaneous chris characters/crossovers

taken *by @stargazingfangirl18 (andy barber, ransom drysdale, steve rogers)

checkpoint* by @/onsunnyside (jake jensen)

[stuckysdumbbitch]

Hey red I wanted to request something a bit angsty basically the reader is dating mob!Steve and he's not paying attention to her so she starts acting bratty but he doesn't care because he's busy and then he forgets her birthday or something like that and she just gets so pissed and does something that makes him see red so he punishes her but then she tells him how he doesn't care about her anymore and forgot her birthday

If you choose to do it you can make an ending you like , thanks for reading 💞

ohhh i liked this

warnings:18+ content, attempted rape, nonconsensual drugging, sex pollen, cockwarming, overstimulation, thigh riding, dubcon, emotionally manipulative steve.

birthday sorrows

You never expected to be grinding against your boyfriend’s number one hit man at your birthday, but there where you. In the middle of the dance floor of Steve’s money laundering club with Mr Freezy’s big meaty hands pinning your hips against his raging boner as you allowed the three shots of tequila tan over your body.

You had asked-no, begged Steve to take you to the club, believing he was playing the “oh I forgot your birthday” game. But he was stern, growling about having to work. He spent the days sealed shut in his office, running on caffeine and bolted windows.

“Let’s go outside, wanna give you your birthday present.” Pronge grunted against your ear, his hot, whiskey-scented breath fanning over your flushed cheek. Your eyes lighted up at the word “present”, so you allowed the 6 foot something assassin drag you to the dark alley.

The cold of the night bit into your legs, the tiny silver skirt doing little to shield you. Your head hit the wall, somehow keeping you standing as Pronge came closer and closer to you. His hands ran down your arms as you felt your private space get smaller and smaller, his chest pinning you down.

“Hey, what’s happening there?” A known voice called out, your head rolling to the side; suddenly blinded by the bright lights of Steven Roger’s SUV. Only then was when you understood the seriousness of the situation, and you sighted in relief.

Pronge’s warmth quickly separated from you, and your body was ready to slam head first into the ground if the same hit man hadn’t caught you.

“Relax Rogers, I was just giving the very needy birthday girl her present.” Pronge laughed, his hands uncomfortably tight around you. In your drunken haze, you didn’t notice how his frown fell into something sad and remorseful.

“Pronge, I think I’m going to puke-” You stuttered, internally confused; you had eaten well and barely drank.

“Let’s get you home,” Steve mumbled, wrapping his arms around you to hang you over his shoulder. “I’ll see you tomorrow Pronge,”

You huffed when Steve buckled your seatbelt and began driving home. The air was cold, filled with his repressed emotions and your pouting.

“Will go out tomorrow, okey?” he muttered, and you knew it was the closest to an apology you will have.

“Wanted to go out today,” you groaned, feeling the familiar warmth seep down your thighs. Great, Pronge had roofied you with sex pollen.

Your clothes began unbearably hot, scorching even as your nipples peaked against your dress. Steve ignored you when you dropped your panties, but when you suddenly became naked in the middle of a highly crossed road he almost crashed driving into the most unknown, deserted parts of town.

“What do you think you are doing?”Steve growled, turning to face you as he parked in an alley. You smirked, hiking your leg onto the seat to show your soaked petals, one hand wandering dangerously to your clit.

“I think Mr Freezy wanted to give me his special cream,” you mewled, your eyes falling almost close as your head bobbed to the side. Hard hands groped your waist, pulling you over his pant clad thigh.

“You little slut, getting drinks from the first guy who comes near you; all you need is some cock and then you are all happy? I should have let Pronge get you, he would destroy your slutty pussy and then leave you there, little bitch.” his words pierced your ears, riling you up as you grinded against his thick thigh, the scratchy material rubbing you raw.

But like a little bunny, you continued to ride his thigh carelessly; your sweet relief flooding the material as you clenched your thighs over his. He didn’t stop though, continuing to force the roll of your hips until your next orgasm.

“Stevie, hurts-“ you sniffled, but his hands were wobbling your hips on top of him.

“Little bitch wanted this, so this is what you are getting.”

He didn’t stop until you came two times more, pushing your puffy core against him and holding your there some seconds until you cried for him to stop. You shivered, tears falling down your cheeks.

“Shhh, that’s it baby, it’s alright”

“you don’t care about me anymore?” you huffed, fresh tears pouring down.

“I do baby, I do care; and tomorrow it’s going to be aaaall about this pretty little pussy, daddy’s very sorry.” He faux pouted, groping your ass; you winced.

“you punished me.” you meekly reminded.

“even birthday girls get punished; let’s get home and get a nice, warm bath.”

[infernal-fire]

Masterlist

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Movie Fic Masterlist

🔥 Just The Benefits (1/2) (Dark!Steve)

Y/N wanted the benefits and nothing more. That was the agreement… right? Steve decides it’s not enough.

     > Just the Benefits (2/2) (Dark!Stucky)

Long Forgotten (Steve)

Your Steve isn’t yours anymore and you’re beginning to understand why. (Includes a surprise character appearance)

🔥 Reverberation of Your Incompetence (Dark!Stucky)

Steve takes it upon himself to ensure the new recruit never makes a mistake.

Easy to be Loved (Steve x Hindu!reader)

Part of your identity has always been notoriously difficult to embrace. Lucky for you, Steve will be there every step of the way on your journey to redefine yourself.

❤️ Compensate Me (Steve)

Somehow, you keep getting caught in the crossfire of Captain America’s battles… Every. Single. Time.

The Price of Stardom (1/2) (dark!Steve)

Your newfound fame awakens a side of Steve that had been dormant for far too long.

     > The Price of Stardom (2/2)

❤️ Love, At First Sight (Ransom)

Love, at first sight, doesn’t exist. And Ransom has never been proven otherwise.

being ransom's f*ckbuddy (Ransom)

If he can’t appreciate your presence, he doesn’t deserve it. 

Training (Dark!Andy Barber)

Andy takes an interest in his new intern. His advantage? Whatever he says will go, which includes some very questionable things.

Pay Attention (Dark!Jake Jensen)

You love Jake. You love him. You love him. You-… do you love him?

Nuanced Nanny (Dark!Robert Pronge/ Mr Freezy)

Suspecting Mr Pronge of engaging in illegal activity, you (mistakenly) refuse to continue to babysit for him.

Reverse Uno Card (Chris Evans)

Chris pranks you, but much to his surprise, you play a reverse Uno card on him.

Stay Under (Dark!Stucky)

Stucky uses your loopy-ness to their advantage.

You’re My Delusion (Dark!Jake Jensen)

5 days; that’s how long it takes him to become fixated on you.

🔥  Suburban Dream (Dark!Jake Jensen)

How do you wake up from a nightmare? Is it a nightmare if you've been asleep the whole time?

❤️ TAU (1/2) (Dark!CEO!Steve)

Steve Rogers traps you inside his mansion. Your only means of escape? The naïve A.I., Bucky, that is designed to kill you if you ever step out of line.

    > TAU (2/2) - hiatus

(NEW!) Hiccup (1/2) (Mob!Boss!Steve)

Steve  Rogers knew that kidnapping the Chief of Police’s daughter from her wedding would be no easy task; what he didn’t expect was your willingness to go with him.

     > Hiccup (2/2) - coming soon

❤️ I Can Save Everyone But Myself (1/3) (Bucky)

Fighting the bad guys comes easy to James Buchanan Barnes. What will end him, is the fight against his will to be with you.

Part (2/3)

❤️ Destiny in the Cosmos (Bucky)

Bucky has an exchange with the mystical forces that govern the world.

Just the Benefits (2/2) (Dark!Stucky)

Reverberation of Your Incompetence (Dark!Stucky)

🔥 Just Wondering (Soft!Dark!Bucky)

Pregnant and lonely, your mind wanders when your captor is away on a mission.

Stay Under (Dark!Stucky)

Stucky uses your loopy-ness to their advantage.

❤️ Arachnophobia (Bucky)

A surprise visitor interrupts your sexy times, but that doesn’t stop Bucky.

🔥 Five Types of Love (Bucky)

You once heard that there were eight types of love. You only knew of the five; the five that caused you to fall for one, blue-eyed menace.

TAU (1/2) (AI!Bucky/ Bucky)

Steve Rogers traps you inside his mansion. Your only means of escape? The naïve A.I., Bucky, that is designed to kill you if you ever step out of line.

     > TAU (2/2) - hiatus

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I'm loving your mobsters so far!! The drama and smut is 🥴🥴

Do you have any other men planned for us to fall in love with?

Aaaww, first of all I’m glad you’re enjoying them as much as I do, so thank you for being on this journey with me. We’ve talked about these assholes and their feisty felines on numerous occasions. So alright! You want them all don’t you? I know I want all of them, so why not.

I’ll give you little snippets for the ones I already have something for. That includes all mobsters and bikers plus some of the legal management team. Hopefully I’m keeping enough easter eggs for me and not spilling too much on all of their journeys.

Let's give @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog a round of applause for reading this over for me, but all mistakes are still my own. Divider is by @firefly-graphics

This is not in any particular order of release, though I’ll give you the first one that will be released next month after a heavy edit. So let’s start with Curtis shall we.

Warnings: 18+, dark content, explicit sexual content, explicit language, coercion, corruption, biker business, mob business, torture methods, oral (f+m receiving), penetrative sex, creampie, unprotected sex, BDSM elements, sleazy pick up lines, throat grabbing and just to be sure DubCon.

By clicking keep reading you are over 18+ ^ please respect the 18+ boundary, we say it for good reason.

Curtis Everett x Duchess

“Curtis?” You asked, taking in your surroundings, he didn’t respond, just took off his jacket and started to unbutton his blue shirt. “Curtis? What are we doing here?”

“Take off your heels.” He demanded

“Cur-,” without even blinking once he stood in front of you. Your jaw firmly gripped in his calloused hand.

“I said, take off your heels.” His eyes pierced yours, with bated gaze you kicked off your heels. “Get rid of the dress too while you’re at it.”

“We’re not doing this Curtis.” Your voice trembled with uncertainty.

“Take it off and put this on.” He grabbed your wrist and placed his light blue shirt in your hand.

“Can you unzip me?” You asked as you struggled with the zipper. He nodded, his hands slid down your spine with calculated intention. He was slow and didn’t rush the process. It made you feel vulnerable in the moment, what would he be thinking?

You couldn’t help but smile when he grunted as he reached the bottom on your lower back. You always knew he was interested in you, making those obscene comments. You hated them, but you loved them at the same time. He turned around, giving you your privacy.

Slipping out of your dress you shrieked at the arms wrapped around your neck. Your hands clutching his arm, your spiked nerves calming at the smell of his bergamot, cedar and pepper scent.

“Never assume you’re safe. Remember to always watch your back.” He whispered in your ear. He let you go circling your body. “Welcome to your fight lesson, because Colin did a shit job at protecting you.”

Mr. Freezy x Teacup

The sound emitting from his balls slapping against your cunt. The blood drained from your knuckles at the vice grip of the sheets. With each rut your body shuddered with the building electricity. Sparks being sent to your core as his pounds started to feel heavenly making you keen into the mattress.

His irregular pounds made you whine as the loss of your builded orgasm. You bit your lip at the fast ruts when he stilled and pushed in once.

“Stop playing games.”

Your words were rewarded with him pulling you up by your hair making you wince at the pull on your roots. His uneven breathing while he gathered strength to give you a reply. He grunted as you rocked your hips trying to get him to move and being frustrated enough when he faltered his pace and stilled entirely.

“You’re mine to play with, remember, teacup.”

He bottomed out manhandling you onto the mattress, turning your body swiftly. Your legs spread over his thighs as you watched his face carefully. Not knowing where his mind was always frustrated you beyond measure.

His tip teased your fluttering hole, ready for him to push through your walls and take him deep inside.

Your hands grabbed the sheets as he single-handedly pushed in one go, leaning forward resting his hands beside your head. His lips hovered over yours as you held a strong eye connection. Deep single ruts drilled into your channel as you gasped with each stroke.

“Want to keep talking, teacup?” You tried to conform a sentence, but as you opened your mouth his vicious rut pushed harshly in. Your head falling back and biting down on your lip suppressing the mewl that took your soul to another level. “That’s what I thought.”

Nick Vaughan x Turtle

“Are you going to fuck me like you hate me?”

“I am going to do so much worse.”

With ease he had unbuckled you and had pinned your body underneath him. The ripped sound of your laced panties entered your ears, making your body arch into him when he slid his fingers through your folds.

“That’s what I thought.” Nick grinned. “All you had to do was ask, sweetheart.”

“I’m not asking you for shit trumpet boy.” You growled, stilling as your hand met his cheek. Shocked by your own reaction you laid there staring at him observing his eyes and features. Debating if you should apologise or continue the mood you were in.

His jaw clenched while you could see the dark storm in his eyes. At the speed of light he had pulled himself free, lining himself up at your entrance. Agonisingly slow pushing in, leaning down breathing soft moans into your ear. “10 minutes is enough time for your legs to give out.”

You wailed at his last words as he gave you a rough rut of his hips. Keeping you on edge fastening and slowing down his rhythm as he saw fit. Every time you started to tremble he changed his pace.

“Does that feel good?” He questioned, the slow quiver in his voice told you he was enjoying this more than you’d thought. “Oh goddamn. So tight.” He moaned out as he angled his hips, stretching your soft walls. You keened at the right spots stroked with each push and pull, turning to face away from him not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you fall apart under him. He gripped your jaw, stopping you and forcing you to look back at him. “Good girl.” He breathed out.

“Nick.” You whined lifting your legs up and wrapping them around his waist.

“I know, I fucking love you.” He groaned burying his face into your neck, sucking bruises into the skin. “God, you make me feel so much, so alive. Touch me. When. Oh fuck.” His incoherent words made you lose thought of where you were and why this even happened. “Let’s face it, I need you turtle.” With every snap of his hips you breathed and groaned down your ear. As his rhythm steadied and allowed you the orgasm building under his words and ministrations.

“Feeling better?” He asked, you nodded slowly feeling his warm cum dribble out of you. “Good girl.”

Hayden (harvard hottie) x female reader

You dragged your feet over the sidewalk. Thankful for darkness as you knew you were being paranoid and frantically looking around you. The small sleepy body firmly against your chest, covered by the torn up blanket you had taken.

She felt so heavy on your fragile body, not being used to carrying around weight anymore, being fed only not to starve. Kept only to be abused. You swallowed hard, suppressing your feelings and emotions.

Block after block passed as you stepped on the concrete underneath you. Sirens passing with speed and urgency. Your feet were cold and heavy as you rushed further into the streets. Darkness looming, terrifying you even more. You had tried to escape once before and he caught you eventually.

Your thoughts interrupted when the small girl squirmed in your tight hold. The only thing worth doing was to keep going and not give up on this fight. You ignored the stares of the few people you passed by. It didn’t matter what they thought, you couldn’t care less if they thought you were homeless.

You repositioned the tiny body in your arms, the torn blanket falling to the floor. You went to bend over, but was met by a hand. Looking into his eyes you swallowed hard, he narrowed his eyes looking at you and the small child in your arms.

“What are you doing out so late?” He questioned holding out the dropped blanket.

“Thank you.” You accepted, covering up the baby girl as she let out a few whines of discomfort. Your eyes followed the patches on his leather vest, SGT at Arms. You tried to pass the biker in front of you, but he stepped aside and blocked your way.

You needed to get away from him, you knew he had relations to the infamous biker gang. Standing here and talking to one made you anxious and nervous. Your wide eyes looked at him, but you knew he knew. The toothpick rolled between his teeth, looking you up and down.

“I have to go.” You croaked mentally cursing yourself for showing your faltered confidence.

“What you found there Mace?” You heard over his shoulder. Your body stilled at the sound, your eyes welling up with the sudden relief. Never in a million years had you thought to hear that voice again.

Syd x Lemon

“What was your business with Weiss?” Syd demanded

“Why?”

“He’s on Barber’s books.” He frowned looking concerned

“Why does their business concern you?”

“Lemon, stop being stupid, I work for them, well sort of. Andy is my uncle and ever since Steve was put in charge of their security.” It was like something clicked and he shook his head. “What was Weiss doing at the club?”

“Stop!” You whined

“In order to protect you I have to know your business.”

“You’ll judge me.” You felt the shame rise as your gaze dropped to your feet.

A heavy sigh came from his body. “I swear I won’t. I couldn’t judge you - knowing the work I do. It would be hypocritical.” Your eyes shot up at the confession. “My hands aren’t that clean and I’m guessing yours aren’t either.”

“If you’re suggesting that I murdered someone, no.” You shook your head

“But you do sell your body to the highest bidder.”

Your lower lip quivered trying to keep the tears from falling. Suddenly you felt dirty and cheap.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, you’re doing the best you can.” Syd whispered. “Not to mention a scantily clad woman like yourself shouldn’t be fooling around with guys like me.”

Steve Rogers x Psych

“Are you done, psych?” Steve questioned as he unfolded his arms.

“Done? Are you kidding me Rogers? I’m just getting started.” You spoke, pointing an accusing finger at him. You were taken aback when he gripped your throat lightly. Pulling you close to him, leaning into your ear.

“I asked; are you done?” His tone low held a dark clouded warning.

“And I told you - no.” The reply seemed easy, but you swallowed hard at the thickened air.

“Pick a number between 1 and 10.”

“Steve, stop playing fucking games.” You tried hitting his chest, but his grip on your throat seemed ironclad without applying any of the pressure.

“Pick. A. Number.”

“Fine, 9.”

“Now multiply that number by three!” He straightened himself out, looking at you, watching your facial features change from confusion to realisation. “Now. You’re going to take these spanks like the good girl I know you are.”

Frank Adler x Vet reader

Halloween night, not one of your favourites. Lynette had dragged you out to her usual hangout spot, having to do something with a big party and your recent break-up. According to her it had nothing to do with whatever guy she was dating now and ditched you for at this party. As you swallowed the beer you contemplated the investment in someone else. four years of your life wasted on another, when the prospect never really was going to work out.

The only positive you hadn’t paid for a single drink all night. Tossing them back to drown the misery of being stuck at this party. You made your way through the thick crowd as you came back from the toilets. The hunt for a drink started, but you bumped into something. Almost falling to the floor, but breaking the fall as you were pulled up by your arms.

“Thank you.” You gave him a thankful smile.

“You should watch where you’re going.”

“I’m sorry. Can I offer you a drink?” It was the least you could do for spilling his drink. His calm presence made you feel at ease when he nodded to accept your offer. “What are you supposed to be anyway? A biker?”

“I am a biker, yes.” He seemed thrown off at your question like it hadn’t been obvious.

“The jacket is really cool and looks very authentic.”

“Just adds to the outfit.” He shrugged

“Yes it looks good, but we’re both so lame though.”

“Why? Because you came dressed as a doctor?”

“Not just any doctor, an animal doctor.” You clinked his beer bottle with yours. Tipping you head and nodding his way.

“You’re a vet?” He questioned followed by a laugh. “Your costume is lame indeed.”

“Says the biker.” You joined in with his laughter. “Probably the last piece left on the rack to go bar hopping and picking up chicks.”

“So far the charm is working on you.” He raked your body making you feel exposed to the intense look. “Frank.” He held out his hand, waiting for you to accept.

Jake Jensen x Notes

You watched the man being tied to the chair by his ankles. His hand held down on the small table in front of him.

“You know what we want.” Steve growled, grabbing a fistful of hair.

“I don’t know; I don’t have any information.”

“Give me the names.” Steve’s tone increased in volume as you could see him rage. It was like he had flipped a switch.

“I don’t..” the plea started again, a tortured scream filled the ear. The sound uncomfortably pierced your ears, making your blood run cold. You watched a knife wielding through the skin. “No, no, no, please.”

The broken shovelling of the chair heard as it screeched on the surface, while the captured was being de-fingered. You winced at the unwilling watch, flinching at the screams as they penetrated your ears. This was normal business as they claimed territory. Marking it with their brutal tactics.

The pained sounds as the blood poured from the intentional cut body parts made your skin crawl. The horrified actions were caught on camera. You knew it was wrong to have it on film, but this was the evidence you needed to nail down the bikers for good. The newspaper headlines were already being printed inside your head. Your mind was already celebrating the downfall by doing a victory lap as your feet dragged you away from the scene.

Johnny Storm x Donut

“So you want me to give the next person that walks through those doors a blowjob?”

“I dared you too, so yes.” Johnny smiled. “Or flash that pretty pink cunt of yours and play with it.”

As if on cue Colin entered the confined wooden space. You heard Johnny snicker and rolled your eyes before giving him a glare.

“You are so lucky, donut.” Johnny snorted. “I was hoping for some old fat man.”

Colin gave you both a confused look making Johnny fully lose it. You cringed on the spot, but there was no backing out of this bet without it coming with massive repercussions and knowing Johnny it was probably daring and embarrassing beyond.

“I fucking hate you.” You gave Johnny a glare.

“Flame on.” He laughed, pouring some water on the hot stones. The mist rose as the evaporating water steamed the sauna.

Johnny watched you contemplating on what to do. Taking your time you heard him clear his throat. Whipping your head back, pulling the towel over your body to shield it. He tutted at your move as if he knew you would make a run for it.

“Colin?” He started, giving you a cocky smirk before looking back at Colin. “Would you rather receive a blowjob or watch a girl finger herself?”

“Seriously? That’s a tough one.”

“You’re seriously considering answering this?” Your eyes widened, Coling didn’t even seem fazed by Johnny’s question.

“He asks me these weird questions all the time.” Colin shrugged. “Tough one. Is this relationship ongoing? A one time thing?”

You groaned at the extra questions, wanting out of the sauna.

“Let’s say a one time things.” Johnny grinned

“Let’s say never gonna happen.” You intervened

“I think as a one time thing, I’d want the most out of it. Make it last for hours. I’ll watch her play with her pussy.” Colin grinned. “So gorgeous, how about you open those legs and let us watch.”

“You fuckers. I’m out.” You cursed standing up, the idiots had played you. You shouldn’t have been surprised. Colin and Johnny had been two peas in a pot.

Why would Johnny even be into you? All it had been was a drunken night at the club with flirtatious remarks having ended between his sheets. towel being grasped from your clutch. Your unbalanced frame stumbling over ending in Johnny’s lap.

“Hello gorgeous, not the cock you were dared to swallow, but I’ll happily let you.”

“If this is your way of charming your way into my heart you’re wrong.” You pushed off from his chest, yanking the towel from his hands wrapping it around your body. He had made you feel so humiliated, not knowing when he should stop. You caught Colin’s look and he looked apologetic about his comment. “You’re fine Colin, it’s all Johnny’s fault.”

Colin Shea x Tiny

Your eyes widened as you poured more wine into your glass. The sudden stroke against your covered cunt made you swallow hard.

“You alright tiny?” Your eyes redirected towards your brother. Cringing at the nickname he had given you when you first had started your dance classes. Revering to Elton John’s Tiny Dancer.

“Yes, why wouldn’t I be?” You questioned trying to push away Colin’s hand. “Please stop calling me tiny.”

“Never. Your wide eyes say something different. Did you sniff a line before dinner?” Robert asked, tilting his head slightly observing your body language.

“Fuck no, I didn’t use anything and you know I don’t use in general anyway. I just remembered I forgot something.” Having managed to still his arm, his fingers kept curling at the seam of your panties, finding its way underneath the fabric.

Your excitement was evident as he pressed his fingers between your folds. Your cunt soaking them with the proof of the gathered slick.

He pulled his hand from your panties, you watched him collect some of the left sauce on his plate. His finger was moulded by his mouth as it disappeared, licking it clean. He hummed at the mixed taste.

“Sublime sauce you have made there love, compliments to the chef.” Colin spoke. You could feel yourself cringe in your seat, but had to stay calm and collected for the audience surrounding you both. Family dinner had never been this entertaining and awkward, but your brother could not find out about Colin.

Nick Gant x Cupcake

With your knees perched up on the coffee table the book laid in your lap. Your eyes scanned the pages as you drowned in the fantasy. The smell of oud wood with aromatic tobacco, hints of cinnamon and sandalwood penetrated your nostrils. You tried to ignore his presence by continuing the book in front of you.

“Can you not?”

“Not what?”

“Breath.”

“Now that would be something huh? Just keep reading, it’s interesting material.”

“Whatever.” You huffed, annoyed he wouldn’t just leave you alone.

His presence clearly was a distraction to reading. You squirmed a little in your seat.

“What’s wrong cupcake? Can’t focus?”

“Not with you breathing down my neck and watching what I’m doing, no.”

“I’m genuinely interested in how Captain Hook here will capture his Wendy.”

Instead of saying another word you slumped back into position. Your eyes readjusted to the pages in front of you. Not paying attention to Nick anymore, your thoughts wandering to the imaginary place on paper. Soft giggles and lip bites at the intensity of some scenes written.

For a moment Nick wasn’t there nor were you in the house. A split second passed and you were somewhere else. You gasped at the sudden cold breeze, huffing annoyed as your thoughts were brought back to the annoying waste of space behind you.

You side eyed squidward, giving him an eye roll as you wanted to punch the sly smile of his face. Grumbling your annoyance under your breath. You yelped at the sudden touch on your nipples. Looking down and slapping his hand.

“What would your bosses say with you sitting here with your breast out on full display?” Nick teased, continuing to softly flick the sensitive erected skin. “Keep reading your book like a good girl while I play with what’s mine.” As you tried to get up he pushed you back into the chair. “I said, keep reading your book like a good girl.”

With his locked hold on you there was no other choice than to sit back and read. With the twins still napping there wasn’t much you could do. The aroused feeling sparking to your core. Slightly leaning into his touch, pursing your lips letting out a pleasured huff.

James Mace x Needle

Your breath hitched as his knuckles grazed your cheek. Not being able to figure him out. His eyes piercing your gaze, his hands finding yours taking the sewing measuring tape from your hands. Your wrist comfortably held in his hands, giving him a questioning look as he rounded your wrists with the bendable material.

He guided your bound hands to the bulge in his pants. “Feel that? All for you.” He didn’t even blink or blush as he spoke the words. You wanted to be swallowed by the ground you stood on. This couldn’t happen, not with your father out in the front of the shop. “I think it’s time for you to experience my real measurements.”

The panicked feeling taking over, this couldn’t happen, not here, not in the shop. “Don’t it was just one night and clearly a mistake.”

“Don’t scream too loud, needle, don’t want daddy to hear you, do you?”

What was supposed to be a one night thing had evolved into something else completely. The exciting thrill rushed through your body swallowing hard as his hands hiked up your skirt. Pushing your body into the wall to give himself the upper hand. Getting out of his grasp had been made impossible now.

His hand pulled your panties aside, his finger sliding through your folds. Biting down on your bottom lip to keep from letting out a moan. You wanted to slap the smug grin from his face, but your focus had quickly shifted to the gratifying feeling from the circles on your clit.

“Needle, is everything going alright in there?” Your father asked and for dear god you begged the heavens above for him not to step inside.

Mace’s rapid movements had made it hard to focus on anything. Biting back the soft cries, you hoped he would back off now that your father needed an answer. Instead he did the polar opposite and quickened his pace.

“Answer daddy.” He commanded in a soft whisper pecking your lips. “Now.”

“Yes-yes.” You breathed through the assault on your pussy. “Everything is alright in here, I just messed up the measurements.”

“Okay, do you need any help?”

“No, we're all good here.” Your forehead dropped against Mace’s shoulder.

Devin Peters x Tats

“Oh you want to play now?” He stroked your cheek as you tried to dodge the contact. “Guess what princess.”

“Screw you Devin.”

“Will you shut up?”

“Never.” You bit back, a squeal leaving your body as he pushed in a single thrust.

“You’re not throwing me off balance this time. We’re going to have a nice little session of me using your pretty and tight cunt.”

“You’re such an asshole.”

“We'll try again. I think you need a reminder of how things work around here, since you needed my help….remember?” He spoke, his hand pressing you down on your workbench. His hands running under your skirt. “Nice and wet. Just how I like my slutty cunts.” You felt him line up, with no prospect of getting out of this odd predicament. Whining as he slid home, trying to move. “Calm down - just like that.” He coaxed as you stilled under his strength.

Mike Weiss x Judge

The motel looked like it had seen better days. The paint cracked and peeling off the walls. The curtains had been attacked by moths and hanging off the rods as it seemed. It wasn’t the most ideal place to stay at, not with Mike. But at least you didn’t have to spend the night in the same car as him.

“What are you laughing at?” You asked as he walked back towards you.

“Must be your lucky day, we’re stuck in the same room together.”

“Outrageous.” You yelled out, your foot stomping along at the angered feeling. All you had wanted was to be away from him. A break from self centred egocentric prick.

“Come on, I can’t be that bad.”

“I can’t stand you. It wasn’t even my choice for you to tag along on this trip.”

“Look at all the fun we’re having, adventure.”

Sighing deeply you followed him towards the room. Watching him unlock the door you pushed past him. Dropping your bag on the bed, rummaging through your items, pulling some toiletries out. With the bathroom door in hand you turned towards him.

“Don’t you dare to disturb me.”

“I wouldn’t even dare, miss pageant queen.” He snorted as you slammed the door shut, locking it.

Turning on the shower you let the room steam for a second. Slipping out of your travel outfit. Your skin crawled at the contact of hot air washing over it. Pulling the curtain aside you stepped into the tub, groaning at the heat relaxing your muscles. It felt like hours had been spent under the cleansing rainfall.

Your senses spiked at the multiple voices coming from behind the door. You quickly dried yourself off, wrapping the towel around your body. Not even bothering to get dressed. You swung the door open, your blood instantly boiling at the sight in front of you.

“Want to join us?” Mike asked, giving you a smug smile, snorting up a white line from the held up pocket mirror while caressing the skin of two unknown ladies.

“Get the fuck out. Both of you.” You exasperated, picking up the scarce clothing from the floor and throwing it their way. They didn’t seem to want to move. “I said get the fuck out or I’ll drag you out myself.”

“Sorry ladies, the judge has spoken.” He searched his pocket, handing them some cash as they gathered their own clothing getting out of the room.

“I fucking knew it.”

“What?” He asked as he watched you approach the bedside table. The white substance messily scattered on the wood.

“This,” you swiped a finger through the cut drug, “you, using.” You watched his mouth drop as your finger rubbed your gums, before snapping at him. “What?”

“I don’t know something amazing I guess?” He shrugged.

“Keep on waiting, because who doesn’t use it for recreational purposes.”

“Let’s see if I can ruin you my way.” He licked his lips fascinated by the way you had foreseen yourself of the drug on hand.

Are you ready? Because I’ll even throw in a free check-in with the current four.

Andy Barber x Pebble

It had been two days since your therapist had told you to separate yourselves. She wanted you both to have some space of your own, in order to work toward each other. She had told you to see it as a business trip. Touchpad laughed at that comment, because business trips weren’t one that Andy usually would take.

He’d agreed to stay in the guest house and tonight for the first time in months you had missed his presence. It weighed heavy on your head, wanting him to be there. You knew you weren’t allowed to physically see him, so FaceTime was the only option left.

The rapid ringing tone kept going and as you were about to hang up, the acceptance call entered. Andy’s face had worry written all over it, but it softened when you gave him a soft smile.

“Hi.”

“Hi.” He replied, returning your smile and sitting up. You swallowed hard at the tattoos peeking from underneath his white shirt. He pushed the sleeves of his beige cardigan up, making you clench. “Is something wrong?”

“No.” You shook your head trying to get out of the spell he had so easily put on you. “I-I just - I don’t know, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it’s okay.” He assured you. “I’ll let you get to it and get some sleep then.”

You hesitated for a split second, seeing his finger reach for the ending button. “I miss you.”

It seemed to stop his actions and he perked up a little more, leaning into the screen. Almost as if to tell you to continue and tell him more.

“I miss you too, Toots.”

“I need you, Andy.”

“It’s only been two day.” He laughed

“I know.” You sighed. “I’ll let you go to bed, you look tired.”

“Sleep well.”

“Goodnight.”

The call ended and you went on with your nighttime routine. Removing the make-up from your face, applying all the creams and serums, gently rubbing them into the skin. You washed your hands still wishing he was there.

“Fuck it.” You placed the tube back on the shelf and marched into your closet, pulling out one of his zip-up hoodies. You’d been stealing some of his clothes when he hadn’t been home, they always felt like a comfort blanket you could curl into. Relaxing your senses as you inhaled his scent.

As you walked towards the stairs you pulled the hair tie from your bun, letting your hair fall. A woman on a mission, determined to get her man.

Ari Levinson x Flower

“I never played with your body for hours. I’ll show you how to focus on an order. Give you a subtle reminder who you belong to.”

You watched him fumble in the drawer. Pulling out the blue and golden leather cuffs. Your naked body all of a sudden felt extremely exposed. Embarrassed for breaking the rules, but excited for your reward.

You bit your lip to hide the smile on your face, instead holding out your wrists watching him putting the leather in place. After checking if everything was tied properly he yanked your arms up by the chain, hooking the metal on the wall.

Your cheek pressed against the cold mirror. Your breath fogging up the surface. A small whine fell from our mouth as Ari pulled your ass back. Without waiting or preparing the loud slap against your asscheek made you gasp. Your hands balled into fists when he rapidly striked your ass four times, massaging each cheek to numb out the inflicted punishment.

You relaxed when he stepped away, his jacket being pulled from his shoulders and thrown aside. Your eyes watched him undo the cufflinks of his dress shirt, setting them aside on the cabinet. His sleeves being rolled up while he watched you squirm under his gaze. Helplessly trying to escape your current situation.

“Now I’m gonna play and you’re gonna be a good girl and cum when I need you to.”

Tagging @dreamlessinparis @chase-your-dreams-away because I know you are just as impatient as me. Want to be tagged in the future, let me know.