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the-iceni-bitch · 1 year

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Push Me Closer

Kinkmas Day 6: Aphrodisiac

Relationship: Mr. Freezy x hitwoman!reader (Bobby and kitten, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~1k

Summary: You missed your man

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (f receiving oral sex, unprotected vaginal sex, mentions of anal fisting, some degradation ) pussy hungry Bobby, soft and high kitten, established relationship, drug and alcohol use, mentions of violence, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: They are sluts, that is all.

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Bobby growled and cracked his neck when he walked into the club, he and Curtis shouldering the crowd out of theirs and Lloyd’s way as they made their way towards the roped off area where you were supervising the rest of the girls.

As glad as he was that he’d managed to convince you to take on less hands-on jobs, he missed working with you as much as he used to. It would have been fun watching you beat the shit out on one of the assholes he’d dealt with tonight then been able to fuck you stupid in the car on the way back.

He could still fuck you now though.

You were leaning against the wall and sipping vodka when he found you, your hips swaying just slightly to the music as you kept one eye on the bosses’ girls and Bryce dancing and laughing and doing lines together while you also watched the crowd for any signs of trouble. Bobby could practically feel the change in your posture when you saw him, the way your body leaned towards him immediately making him growl and nod at Lloyd before moving to press his chest against yours.

“How was the job, Bobby?” You purred when he ducked to drag his nose over your cheek, sliding your free hand along the side of his neck and arching into him.

“It was fine, none of those idiots knew how to handle themselves in a fight.” He could feel how fucking warm you were and it was making him need to put his mouth on you. “How was babysitting?”

“Only had to stop the princess from scratching one dude’s eyes out, so good.” You almost dropped your drink when he wound an arm around your waist and pulled you close, moaning and squeezing your thighs together when he started sucking on your ear. “Missed you, Bobby.”

“Yeah, because you’re a needy bitch.” He bit your ear and groaned when you tugged on his hair, leaning back and licking his lips when he saw how blown your eyes were, loving the thought of having you all pliable and sweet since you went soft whenever you were high. “You on something?”

“Mmhm.” You set your glass aside and pulled the small vial of pills out of your jacket pocket, breathing deeply when he barely brushed his lips over yours. “You want one?”

He nodded and kept his eyes on yours when you held up one of the tabs and placed it on your tongue, grabbing your face and pressing his lips to yours so he could lick the pill out of your mouth. You melted against him when he deepened the kiss, whining softly and hooking your knee over his hips while you sucked on his tongue needily.

The effect was almost immediate. Bobby growled while he felt warmth start to flood his system, inhaling deeply and pressing close to you when he could smell how goddamn wet you were. He glanced over his shoulder just long enough to get a nod from Lloyd and he yanked you back towards one of the private booths, dragging the curtain closed and tossing you onto the table as he ran his tongue over his bottom lip.

Your breathy whines were only making him harder, his cock aching as it pressed against the front of his jeans while he leaned over you. You were already in such a haze from the drugs, and the way his hands were groping you and tugging at your dress was making it more intense. His hands skimmed over your thighs and you let them fall open lazily, purring when he shoved your skirt up around your hips and sat in front of you.

“Fuck, just look at this shit.” Bobby chuckled when you moaned as he dragged you towards his face, sinking his teeth into the inside of your thigh and licking the mark he left while he watched your bare pussy leak and throb for him. “What a fucking whore you are, walking around showing off my pussy dressed like a slut. Should make you apologize to me.”

“‘M sorry.” You gasped when he swiped his nose over your slit and buried it between your petals, wriggling uselessly when he teased the tip of his tongue over your asshole. “Bobby…”

“Shut the fuck up.” He grinned when he heard you huff, grabbing your knees and shoving them up towards your shoulders while he dragged the flat of his tongue over your cunt. “How is this cunt so sweet when you’re such a bitch?”

There was no way for you to answer him when he wrapped his mouth around your pussy and sucked lewdly, shivering when his tongue slid inside you as he groaned at your taste. Taking two of those pills was paying off, even though you knew it was going to turn you into a gooey mess as soon as you laid eyes on him, but now you were about to come after almost nothing and it was worth it.

He could feel the way you were fluttering for him and it made him hum, swallowing as much of your slick as possible and still ending up with it dripping down his chin while his upper lip rubbed against your clit. Eating you out when you were high was one of his favorite things, the only thing better was fucking your when you were high, which he was going to do just as soon as…

You moaned and arched your whole body when your pussy clenched and you gushed your release into his eager mouth, your thighs trembling under his hands while he slurped up your juices.

“Such an easy bitch, Christ.” Bobby just let you writhe around stupidly while he rose to his feet, undoing his fly in a rush before stretching over you and grabbing your jaw as he shoved his cock inside you, making you whimper into his mouth. “What d’you think, kitten? Should I shove my fist up your ass while I fuck this slutty cunt?”

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emerald-evans · 2 years

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I saw this blog

So…how about a headcannon for CE Characters in werewolf au? 🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

It's full moon afterall, time for making baby😌💖

pairing - alpha!andy barber x reader

word count - 1.7k

warnings - 18+, explicit smut, feral andy is a warning himself

a/n - ok this is definitely not what you asked for as it turned more into an alpha/omegaverse thing since I know n o t h i n g about wolves. whoops lol

Andy. Your darling hubby Andy. Being a lawyer takes up a lot of his time, and being around people so much causes him to get caught up in the human world. The full moon approaches quicker than he anticipated. The stressful nature of his job, his inner wolf pent up from the lack of action, and you. His sweet wife who smells so fucking nice.

After a successful trial verdict, all it takes is for him to step onto your front porch to smell you, your scent strong enough for him to recognize the lavender and burnt sugar in an instant. His wife, His mate.

You could smell him before he entered. Your hindbrain going into overdrive as his overpowering scent of amber, teakwood, and a dash of cashmere, starts to permeate the air. Shit... he is in rut. Turning off the television, you hear the door slam open. Your heart pounds in your chest and you wait for the sound of rapid footsteps down the hall.

Just as you’re about to rise from the couch he growls your name. Deep and urgent. Goosebumps scatter along your arms as the hair on the back of your neck rise.

“Run.”

Without turning around, you sprint out the back patio door and into the array of trees behind your home. He gives you a moment to run before losing all rational thought, his primal instinct taking over.

Take, take, take.

Running through the trees, he easily followed your route, your scent mixing with the trees and soil. Wanting to enjoy the trill of the chase, Andy continues to stay a few steps behind as he follows you.

Winding through the forest you try to hide behind a tree. Hearing a branch snap from somewhere behind the bushels of green, your breath hitches in your throat. You don’t dare move a muscle as he slowly revealing himself from behind.

You have been there for years to help Andy through his ruts, but this. This is something different. You take in your husbands’ feral state, his large hands in tight fists against his side, his jacket long gone, and the top buttons of his shirt are popped off, the stain of dirt and earth grazing across his chest.

His deep blue eyes rake over you, pressed tightly against the large tree in just your nightie.

“Alpha?” you question, trying to find another way to escape, before he closes in to your space with two large steps. Feeling the heat come off his body, you lick your suddenly dry lips. “I told you to run didn’t I? What if it wasn’t me at the door? What if it was a big, bad, man who wanted to take a bite out of my sweet wife?”. You hear the familiar clinks of his belt before he pulls it off in one swift motion. You could’t miss the size of his bulge, growing more excited with every passing second. So close you could almost taste it. Taste him.

“What if some monster caught you, hmm? They would never let you go.” His voice deepens as he exposes his swollen cock, thick and leaking. You try to move, your chest rapidly rising and falling, he cages you in. “And neither will I.”

He pounces on you.

Unable to wait any longer, he shoves your nightie up your waist, before twisting your panties to the side and slapping your bare cunt. “Present for me, omega.”

Quickly twisting yourself onto all fours, grinding your ass against him, you silently beg for his cock. Without saying a word, he lines up his hard cock against your sopping wet pussy, before pushing in with one firm, hard, stroke. His broken moan matching your sob of relief.

“That’s it ‘mega, such a good fucking slut.” He breaths out, easing out of you painfully slow, inch by inch, before slamming right back in. His firm grip on your hips allows him to angle deep into your belly as he watches himself disappear into your tight hole stretched around his cock.

“Oh god, o-oh fuck, alpha please.” You struggle to keep yourself upright, he continues to pound into you. The new angle pressing the tip of his cock right against your sensitive spot until you’re a babbling mess underneath him.

“You’re only mine, omega.” He growls, one of his large hand wrapping around your hair, yanking you against his chest before he smashes his lips against yours. My omega.

Mine. mine. mine.

The world around you spins, the rhythmic sound of his hips snapping against yours. Andy dips his nose along your cheek as his lips hover over the tears leaking down your cheeks, his tongue swiping across the salty drops. Crashing his lips onto yours, his tongue exploring deep in your mouth being the only thing that keep you from passing out. Every swipe of his tongue and movement of his hips has you tumbling closer to the edge.

“Good omega, so good for her alpha. Come on.” He brings one hand around your front to rub harsh circles around your clit, matching the speed of his thrusts, your weeping hole creaming around his cock. “Want you to cum on my cock before you take my knot inside you. You want my seed don’t you? Want you to be round and swollen with my pups.”

You barely nod out a yes, unable to move away from his brutal pace, you grab at his arms around you trying to focus on climbing higher towards your peak. His coarse beard rubs against the sensitive flesh of your neck as his grunts flood your ears. “Fuck- take it, take my knot.”

You begin to shake as your mind scrambles with overstimulation. You can feel your stomach tightening at your impending release, your wetness soaking down your thighs. The base of his cock expands as his knot begins to take shape, he was close too. A few more swipes at your clit is all it takes for you to meet your limit and you let out a strangled cry as you’re consumed with the fiery pleasure making it’s way from the tips of your toes, to the bright flashes behind your eyes.

Your release triggers Andy’s, his cock twitching as his cum fills your cunt full, his knot locking you together in a tight embrace.

Both exhausted but barely begun, Andy shuffles the two of you lay back in silence as you feel his dewy skin melt against yours. Your leg hitched up against his hips to keep his cock as deep as possible. His lips find your bond mark, hot and pulsing against your neck, and sinks his teeth to reaffirm your bond, your body flooding with need again as the hormones buzz through your system. The bond broken wide open, the stream of adoration, lust, and possessiveness of Andy’s love flow through your system like a current as his cock hardens inside of you again.

“It’s real bright out tonight, honey. and we are just getting started.”

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Bonus - you know who would be extra cuddly and sweet during the full moon…

This mother fucker right here. Now usually Bobby takes his role as the beast he is quite seriously, razor sharp claws and teeth- you both loving the way he marks your skin. But the full moon happens to come right after his rut, so you get a whole 5 days of a cuddly, fucked out, soft(ish), Bobby 🥰 all he wants is to be taken back to your nest and hold him until sundown, when he can then let’s you take control and passionately ride him and lay on his chest with his knot still buried within you.

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nocturne-pisces · 2 years

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Chum The Waters

Pairing: Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy) x PlusSize!MafiaDon!Reader

warnings: violence, murder, gore, smut- my warnings are not exhaustive: dead dove, do not eat

a/n: welcome to part one. i've been sitting on this draft for like six months and finally i have dedicated the time to it. thank you to @branded--with--a--j for beta reading.

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It’s visceral.

It always has been.

And Bobby thinks it’s something about that viscera that keeps him coming back for more, thinks it’s something about that sinew and flesh and how easily it rips and tears that makes him crave it like a fucking drug.

The skin on his knuckles is bruised, broken from jagged teeth and protruding bone, but he doesn’t stop. He loves his work, he loves the person he does it for, everything in his life has come up aces and he’s just fucking robbed Vegas.

He grunts as he lands another blow to the man he has chained down. He’s going to kill the guy eventually, but they all talk sooner or later. It’s all about finding that sweet spot of too much pain to stay quiet, right before you get to I give up let me die.

He has to keep them hopeful enough that they’ll survive, that something is still in it for them, keep them delirious enough to believe that he would let them go, so they’ll keep feeding him information that he can give to you.

The man below him grunts as Bobby’s knuckles crunch against his already broken nose.

“C’mon Baizen, you know how to make it stop.” Bobby swings again, Carter’s lip under his fist busting open. His head lolls forward, the flow of blood and saliva falling into his lap.

“I don’t fuckin’ know anything, man,” Carter sobs. He’s lying. Bobby knows he’s lying. Carter knows that Bobby knows he’s lying, but he’s still hanging on to hope that someone is coming for him.

“Your funeral.” Robert fists Carter’s hair, lifting his head so another blow can break his browbone. His goes to rear back and swing again, but stops short when his phone starts ringing a 16-bit version of You Are My Sunshine. He bought it specifically for you.

His thumb smudges blood across the screen as he swipes to answer, bringing it to his ear as Carter spits at his feet. Bobby’s face twists in disgust and he kicks Carter’s chair backward, the thump of his head hitting the concrete floor reverberating off the walls.

“Hey, baby,” he’s breathy from exertion and if you didn’t know for a fact that he was beating information out of another man you might be concerned. Confirmation of his activities coming in the form of Carter’s groan in the background.

“Hi, honey. How’s it going down there?” Your voice is corn syrup through his system, sickly sweet and tree sap slow.

“Pretty boy hasn’t started talkin’ yet, but I still ain’t busted out the tools either.” Carter doesn’t miss Bobby’s arrogance, answering with a choked laugh.

“Fuck you, Pronge,” he calls, blood pooling under his head from his cracked skull.

Bobby sighs, his heavy breath crackling against the receiver.

“He’s just a pusher, sweetheart. Not big enough to rile you up so much. You’ve never let me down and I know you won’t start now.”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Get what you can and come back to me. And don’t leave a mess!”

The lilt of your laughter echoes through the receiver, his heart skipping a beat or two as the corners of his lips curl skyward. Another soft Yes ma’am uttered before the call ends.

Bobby pockets his phone, the smile falling from his face as he turns back to Carter. He rights the chair he’s tied to and Carter’s head lolls forward, his chin hitting his chest as he fights the spins.

The slide of metal against metal makes Carter look up, his breath coming out in a huff when he sees the curve of the crowbar in Bobby’s hand. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, man.”

“Not even a little bit. I told you that you knew how to make it stop.”

Baizen takes shallow breaths in, steels himself for what he knows is coming as Bobby winds himself up like a Yankee’s batter. All Pronge really has to do is swing like he’s going to shatter Carter’s kneecap and the kid breaks.

“Okay! Okay, okay, I get it. Fuck. Fuck!” Carter knows he’s about to give up his boss, knows he’s about to have to flee the country to be able to keep his ability to walk. Bobby stands there expectantly, twirling the crowbar in his fist.

“A few days ago Rogers got something like four or five trashbags full of fuckin’ body parts. They were all people that worked for him. People that had come through here to make a delivery and never made it back. They have a suspicion that it was Barnes. All the pieces looked like shark feed. So, they’ve called a meeting in Omaha to settle territory lines.”

The corner of Bobby’s mouth tugs up in a smile, the work that he’s had a hand in still unnoticed by mafia Don’s that seem to be unaware of his bosses presence. It was ideal, what you and he wanted, to be invisible until it was too late- and everything seemed to be going just as you’d planned. You were going to be so pleased with him. The thought of your soft smile pointed in his direction makes his cock twitch in his white slacks.

“What the fuck are you smiling about?” Carter brings Bobby back to the present, where he’s still standing in the dank basement of a meat processing plant interrogating a kid that can’t be any older than 22. He almost feels bad for what he’ll do next, but all is fair in love and war or whatever Shakespeare said.

“It was six bags.”

“Huh?” Carter’s eyebrows pinch together, the implications of Bobby knowing how many bags of body parts there were taking just a second longer to settle in his brain. “Oh my god, it was-”

“Me, yeah.” Bobby takes lazy steps towards his toolbox, deposits his crowbar before reaching into the second drawer to pull out a sleek black 9mm. He turns and points it directly at Carter’s head, pulling the trigger before the kid can beg for mercy.

His whites are fresh, not a speck of blood to be seen. His hair pulled back into a low ponytail to get his hair out of his face, you always said you didn’t like it when he hid behind his hair. He checks his reflection one more time before he knocks on your office door, your voice answering from the other side and beckoning him in.

Your hand rests in a fluffy head of hair, your personal security sitting cross legged at your feet with his head rested against your thigh. Justin perks up when the office door opens, surveying the person entering for any ill intent. He knows Bobby, has worked with him quite a few times, so it’s not a surprise when he closes his eyes again and rests back against you.

“Hey, sweetheart,” you croon, Bobby’s icy exterior melting almost instantly.

“Hey, boss.”

“How did it go?”

Bobby closes the gap between you, makes himself comfortable in the chair in front of your ornate desk. You don’t miss the cologne he put on for this meeting, he always tried so hard to impress you.

“I have a couple updates for you,” he replies, and you take the opportunity to get Justin’s attention. You hand him your credit card, plant a kiss on his forehead, and tell him to head down to the arcade for a little bit, that you’d text him when you needed him. Justin dismisses himself with a sweet smile only moments later, leaving you alone with Bobby, buzzing to hear the information he pulled out the west coast kid you’d caught.

You stand from your chair, round your desk so you can stand in front of Bobby, close enough to brush the stray hairs from his forehead. He doesn’t understand sometimes how you ended up a Don. How, through all your sunshine and kindness, you came into power over some of the most violent men he’d ever met. The thought of you covered in blood, terrifying and beautiful, stiffens his already aching cock.

“What do you have for me?”

Bobby clears his throat, gathering his thoughts through the haze you cause his brain every time you’re this close to him.

“Rogers got your presents and they think Barnes sent them. They’re planning a meetup in Omaha soon to come to a truce.”

Your blinding smile thickens that haze, it makes his mouth go dry when you point it at him.

“Oh, that’s perfect, Bobby.” He feels your praise deep in the pit of his stomach, and it’s not hard to see the way he already strains against his pants. “I couldn’t have done it without you, sweetheart.”

You bend at the waist to kiss his cheek, a low moan rumbling in his chest when you make contact. You’ve always loved being in the position of power you were, loved how dangerous men prostrated themselves before your feet for the chance to make you happy.

Bobby was one of those men.

Smart, cunning, ruthless, and absolutely stupid for you.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he replies, his eyes fixated on your knees, the flush of his cheeks sending a throb straight between your thighs.

“Do you want me to show you how grateful I am?”

Your voice slips a couple octaves lower, slides a few decibels south, and the dumbstruck look on Bobby’s face as his gaze slips up your curves makes your mouth water.

“You’ve always wanted a taste, haven’t you?”

You step out of your heels, dropping the four inches they added to your height when your feet land back on plush carpet. The tip of your toe coasts up Bobby’s shin, using his knee to push your ass up onto your desk.

Your skirt is tight, but not so tight that you can’t pull it up over the globes of your ass and spread your legs wide. His eyeline moves from your face to the panel of your panties, already glittering with the arousal he’s caused.

His knees hit the floor, in worship or prayer you’re not sure, and his hushed oh my god doesn’t give you further clue. You rest your weight back on your elbow and prop a leg up, hooking a finger into your underwear so you can pull them to the side.

He looks back up at you for permission, the ring of blue circling his blown pupils magnified in his glasses.

Your fingers slip between your folds, the pornographic sound of your slick making Bobby growl with a growing need that he swears is going to consume him whole.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” you coo, leaning forward to slide his glasses off his face and set them next to you. “Come get it.”

His vision is fuzzed over but he feels like he could locate the center of your heat by smell alone. He lurches forward, pulls your thighs over his shoulders and feasts on your cunt.

His hungry groans vibrate against your clit, the plush of his bottom lip sealing off for a perfect suction.

“Oh, fuck,” you keen, your hands slipping into the hair he brushed just for you. “That’s it, Bobby. Just like that.”

Your praise only spurs him on, makes him flip his palm up under his chin and work two fingers into your already pulsing pussy. He feels as they get sucked in deeper, and he can’t restrain himself any longer.

The hand not buried two knuckles deep makes quick work of his belt, rips the button open on his slacks and tears down the zipper. He reaches into his boxers and tugs himself in time with your clenching.

His fingers hook up into your silk walls and the brush against your g-spot has your hands curling hard against his scalp, bucking your hips against his mouth and chasing your release. “Shit, Bobby. Right there.”

Bobby tries to time his release with yours, tries so hard to stave himself off until he feels you let go against his face, but he can’t. He spills over his hand like a goddamn teenager at a fucking drive in and his faltering movements have you looking down.

“Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?”

He should be embarrassed, but he swears if he ever gets the chance to feel you from the inside he wouldn’t be so quick. Your smile down at him is still sweet, even though you’re poking fun, and he takes it as a challenge.

You drag in a gasp when he reattaches himself to your clit, his hands finding a renewed vigor in pushing every button he can find. You drop back against your desk, your knuckles cracking under the hold you have at the edge of the wood.

“Oh, shit. Don’t stop.”

He doesn’t have to pull away for you to feel his grunted I won’t against your cunt. Your moans climb in pitch and volume and you fist the hair on either side of his head as you’re shoved over the precipice of your orgasm, his tongue laid flat so you can rut against his face.

He greedily drinks up every drop, the surface beneath your ass dry when he finally gives you reprieve. He stows himself away and shuffles your skirt back down to cover you, making sure your dignity remains intact in case anyone barges in.

It takes a few minutes to recover- for your heart rate to settle and your breathing to even out, but when it does you affectionately fit his glasses back on his face and drop a kiss on his slick stained cheek.

“Thank you, Bobby. I needed that.”

“You’re welcome, boss.”

He looks up at you where the tiniest amount of sweat has beaded against your hairline and thinks that you’ve never looked more beautiful.

You slide off your desk, fit your pumps back onto your feet, and settle back in your desk chair. You scoop your phone from the surface and text Justin that he can come back, getting a singular heart emoji in response.

“Would you mind getting in contact with Barber and letting him know that my patience is waning with those permits?”

“Anything for you,” comes Bobby’s reply, in a love sick tone he hopes isn’t too thick.

“You’re such a sweetheart. What would I do without you?”

It’s that sweet summer smile that makes his heart flutter, the one he’d dismember his own mother to see again.

“I imagine you’d get blood all over those pretty hands.” Bobby doesn’t joke often, so it’s always a treat when he does.

“Well, I’m an incredibly lucky lady to have you taking care of it for me.”

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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The Job-Robert Pronge

Word Count: 834

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

Fucking Halloween.

Shitty ass fucking holiday.

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

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

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

“Beer.”

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

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

“Thanks!”

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

My target was nowhere in sight.

Fuck.

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

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

“Would you give me one if I asked?”

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

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

“Yeah…”

“Want me to warm you up?”

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

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

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

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

“Fuck…you’re telling me, baby…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You trying to fucking kill me?”

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

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

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

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

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

“You fucking bitch.”

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

How was I going to get out of it alive?

#robert pronge x reader #robert pronge #robert pronge smut #halloween drabbles #the iceman #iceman #mr freezy

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eulalielatibule · 2 years

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So I've been getting into finally watching the classic horror movies (such as Halloween and Nightmare on Elm Street) and I just can't help but think... Imagine if Mr. Freezy went around wearing a spooky mask and chasing you with that murder strut and- 🙈🥵

It doesn't help that my sister and I have been making jokes about how girls in horror movies are like "oh no I hope the monster doesn't catch me !!! Uh oh I tripped and my clothes fell off ✨😱👀" so it would be even better if y'all were doing some sort of sexy Halloween roleplay in the bedroom 😭

#robert pronge smut #mr. freezy smut #Bobby baby #freezer daddy

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the-queen-of-hell-666 · 7 months

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Prey

Kinktober 2023 - Day 5

Pairing: Mr. Freezy (Robert Pronge) x Fem!Reader

Kink: Fucking Machine

Word Count: 1k

Summary: You tease Robert and now he needs to punish you.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (vaginal sex, unprotected vaginal sex, bondage, sex toys, fucking machine, spit as lube, vaginal fingering, face-slapping, pain kink, d/s dynamics, spit kink, oral sex (m! receiving), facefucking, rough sex, hardcore), needy!reader, mean!Robert, no fluff

a/n: Here is day 5! I am slowly catching up! Please be patient! Hope you enjoy this!

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You wiggled against the ropes as Robert tightened them around your wrists and ankles and he gave you a smirk as you were spread bare for him. His calloused hands ran up your waist and to your plush breasts and he squeezed them in his palms softly making you start to pant when he pinched and pulled on your perky nipples. You whined and arched into his hands before pulling away to try and wiggle out of the restraints but he delivered a harsh smack to your inner thigh.

“Don’t be a brat, sweet cheeks. You were asking for this. Fuckin’ teasing me all day. Little slut.” Robert growled as he yanked your legs up to bend at the knee and tied them together to keep you spread open for him. “Now, it’s time for your punishment.” He smirked before delivering a spank to your cunt, making you cry out.

“Robbie, m’sorry. Just wanted your attention.” You whined as you continued to wiggle in your binds. Robert chuckled as he grabbed the new toy he bought just for you and set it up on the table at the end of the bed. He set up the fake cock on the machine and rubbed his hand through your folds gathering your wetness, making you whine and squirm.

“I was working, doll face. If you had fuckin’ waited, you wouldn’t be in this position.” He chuckled before spanking your cunt again before sliding two thick fingers into you. You cried at the sudden intrusion but he rubbed your little button with his thumb making the slight pain turn to pleasure as he crooked his fingers up to rub your sweet spot. You moaned at the pleasure pulsing through your soaked cunt making you arch your back.

He pulled his fingers out of your cunt and moved to shove them into your mouth and you gagged softly before sucking them clean. He pulled them out before moving back to the machine and he spat on your cunt before lining the face cock up to your hole and using the remote to turn it on slowly so it slid into your wanting cunt. You bit your lip at the intrusion and Robert switched the machine on and the fake cock started thrusting in and out of you at a moderate speed, making you moan as it dragged along your walls.

He moved away from the machine and up towards your head as he pulled his massive length out of his pants and gave himself a few strokes before pressing the tip to your lips waiting for you to open your mouth for him. You parted your lips for him and he slid his length through your lips and into your warm and waiting mouth. You whined around his cock as he slid further into your mouth and you gagged softly as the tip hit the back of your throat.

You dragged your tongue down his length as he thrusted shallowly into your throat and you moaned as he sped up the machine. You arched against the toy as you sucked on his cock as he gripped your throat and started fucking your face. You gagged and drooled around his length as he didn’t let you come up for air making you breathe through your nose. Drool dripped down your face and his cock as he used your throat like a fleshlight and he sped the fake cock up. The lewd wet sounds bouncing off the walls of your bedroom mixed with your moans and Robert’s grunts as he took what he wanted from you. He squeezed your throat making you gag around him and he pulled his cock out of your mouth to let you take a deep breath and he squeezed your throat and your mouth opened and spat right on your tongue making you moan and smile as you swallowed his spit.

He smacked your face making you moan softly, “Dirty fucking slut. Just so needy for anything I give you.” He smirked and squeezed your neck again, making you squeak and he sped up the cock again and you cried out and let out a breathy moan when he reached down and pinched and pulled on your nipples. You moaned louder as you felt your orgasm grow closer, with the fake cock pounding in and out of your cunt and the rough treatment Robert was treating you with made your orgasm grow close and he knew it.

“M’gonna cum. Wanna cum so bad.” You whined as he pinched your nipples harder. “Please, can I cum?” You asked giving him your best puppy dog eyes and he smirked and leaned down to spit into your mouth again. You whined and swallowed happily and he kissed your lips roughly and bit your bottom lip and pulled it away before letting go.

“Do you deserve to cum? After the shit you pulled? Such a tease.” He growled and delivered another smack to your face before he pulled away and turned off the machine making you whine at the loss of stimulation. It quickly turned to a cry as Robert thrusted into you hard. His hands gripped your hips pinning you to the bed as he started to pound in and out of your cunt. “If you’re going to cum, it’s going to be on my cock.” He grunted as he continued to pound your sensitive cunt and you cried out his name as you came hard on his cock. You yanked on the rope as your thighs shook around his waist and he smirked and leaned over you to kiss you passionately.

You whined at the overstimulation and he reached up to link his fingers through yours. “T-too much. It hurts.” You cried as tears welled in your eyes as he didn’t slow down his hips.

He chuckled against your lips and pulled back and he smacked your inner thigh, “I’m not done with you. We’re not going to be done till you can’t walk.” He smirked like a wolf looking at his prey which made you feel like his prey.

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babyjakes · 5 months

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devils roll the dice.

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompts | sex tape + medfet

pairing | hitman!robert pronge x innocent!reader

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

word count | 1,485

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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slothspaghettiwrites · 1 year

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Just the thought of sub!orc!robert pronge and dark!princess!reader🤤 making him your personal pet, telling him if he loves you he needs to protect your kingdom. As reward he gets to eat you out, and jerk off, while watching you use your wooden dildo.

Oooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Oh my days 😩😩😩😩

God he'd be so big and stretch out your thighs so nice and his big tongue 😩😩😩😩 fuck fuck fuck just feeling him growl against your pussy would be enough to send you.

God when he brings you the head of a rival king and he kneels right in front of your throne, waiting to hear your praise, waiting to get his reward. He is covered in blood and mud, he reeks of battle, but your pussy is dripping at the sight of him.

#sloth asks #nonnie #orc!robert pronge #robert pronge x fem!reader #robert pronge smut #robert pronge x reader #robert pronge #tw blood #tw gore

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littlelioncub43 · 2 years

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Evil Woman

Summary: Bobby doesn’t know how to feel about you. You scare the shit out of him. You piss him off more than anyone he’s ever met. You also fuck him so good he can barely think. Whatever he thinks about you, one thing was certain: you were evil.

Pairing: Dark!Mob Boss!Reader x sub!Robert Pronge

Warning: smut (18+ ONLY, minors DNI), dark!reader, mean!reader, mentions of violence, sub!Robert Pronge, praise kink, oral sex (f receiving), mistress kink, mentions of past sexy times, Bobby slowly breaking, slight subspace, slight dacryphilia kink, allusions to future sexy times, and a partridge in a pear tree.

Word Count: 1,927

A/N: Whoooooooooooooo! This was a lot of fun to write! I was feeling like we needed a lengthy little Bobby fic, and these babies were on my mind. I have a part 2 to this situation plotted out in my head, so let me know if you guys would be interested in reading that! It feels so nice to be writing like this again. Send an ask, reblog, comment, or something— let me know how you guys liked it! Ok! I love you 💖🫂🎂

Kisses 💋

—K

Bobby didn’t quite know how he felt about you. He didn’t love you, the scar along his tongue was enough to justify that. He didn’t hate you, which was surprising given your track record with him. He’s hated people for not shaking his hand firm or mispronouncing his name, so the fact that his heart skips a beat and his cock swells at the sound of your voice calling for him from your office confuses him to no end.

And Bobby hates being confused.

The sour look on his face only made you smile wider at him as he entered the room and stood obediently at the center of the floor. You adored when he was like this, playing with him when he was in a mood meant he was easier to tease. Easier to break.

“I’ll be working late tonight, so I’ll have to cancel our little date,” you lie through your teeth, selling the act with a faux pout. You notice how Bobby’s natural scowl deepens at the news. As much as he’d like to deny it, but Bobby was looking forward to seeing you. “I don’t think I’ll be available until Sept—“

“But—“ he interrupts, but quickly stops when your eyebrows shoot up, your head cocked in surprise. He clenches his jaw to keep from speaking any further.

“But?” You prompt and lean back into your black leather chair, the power that radiates off of you has him weak in the knees and nearly trembling.

“But… I wanted to see you…” He knew lying wouldn’t serve him, it never has, not with you. You smirk at his words, playing with the pen in your hands idly. Looking at him through your lashes, you beckon for him to come to you. Bobby squeezes his hands into fists but does as you order him. Without a word, he settles on his knees next to you, keeping his hands on his thighs and his back straight.

“You wanted to see me, pet?” You coo gently as you take in his features, your hand cupping his chin in your fingers. The combination of your soft voice and soothing touch sends Bobby into a tizzy. His gut told him not to trust your softness, but his needy heart told him to chase after it. Which one would win was yet to be decided.

“Yes, Mistress,” he answers dutifully, his own eyes were transfixed on yours when they settled on his. He definitely didn’t hate you. He fought the urge to roll his eyes when you lean in a little, internally scolding himself for leaning into your palm when you hold his jaw. You wanted to laugh at how needy and pathetic he was being, but you managed to keep your giggles to yourself. Sliding your hand into his hair, you grip the long strands firmly, pulling a breathy grunt from Bobby’s lips.

“Poor baby,” you mutter and bring your lips to brush against his cheek, his eyes shutting softly despite his better judgement. You pull back, shaking his head lightly so he opens his eyes, your gaze was smoldering, like molten lava burning beneath the surface. “How’s your tongue, Bobby?”

“Good,” he gulps at the memory of your knife and the searing pain that followed it. You tap his bottom lip.

“Show me,” your voice is level and cool, he sticks his tongue out hesitantly, revealing the scar that encompassed his tongue. You can’t help but grin and hum darkly at the sight. “Oh, look at how nicely it healed,” your thumb pet the length of his tongue sensually, letting his saliva drip messily. You give him a saddened pout, one that he almost believes. “I hated doing that to you, Bobby. I don’t like hurting you, but you needed to be taught a lesson. But look at you now,” you smile softly at him and kiss his forehead briefly, still petting his tongue, “so well behaved, such a good boy. Aren’t you glad you learned your lesson, Bobby?”

Bobby found himself nodding and humming in agreement before he could think twice about his actions. His breathing was getting heavier by the minute, his cock now fully hard in his jeans as he kneeled in front of you. You bite your lip, clearly pleased with him, Bobby hates how his body hums with excitement and satisfaction at your approval. The enticing sight of a man like Robert Pronge on his knees for you was beginning to be too much for you to resist any longer. He grumbles out a low moan when you lips meet in a messy clash of tongue and teeth. It was second nature for him to try and dominate the kiss as much as he could, but one firm tug on his hair was enough of a reminder for him.

“Don’t push it, Bobby,” you growl against his lips, the venom in your tone quickly set him straight.

“M’sorry, Mistress,” he whispers, that fuzzy feeling taking over his head bit by bit until he couldn’t wait to follow your instructions. The purr of approval pulls him out of his stupor for a moment, enough for him to realize how humiliating this is, but the moment doesn’t last long.

“I forgive you,” your words drip with lust and Bobby wants to drink each drop, “let’s put that pretty tongue of yours to good use, eh?”

A deep moan flutters through his lips before he can think twice, his hands forcefully grip the rough denim of his jeans to keep from grabbing you. You giggle at how excited he was, the tent in his pants only seemed to grow bigger and bigger each time you glanced at it, and his breathing was nearly a strained gasp, like he couldn’t get enough oxygen no matter how many breaths he took. He was absolutely pathetic.

You took some pity on him, though. He was being such a good boy for you, you couldn’t ignore that. Pulling up the short hem of your skirt, you slid to the edge of your seat, your crossed legs unwrapping to expose your black lace panties to him. The stockings you wore were meant to drive him crazy, and they did. Especially with the golden garters holding them in place against your juicy thighs.

“Go on, Bobby,” you encourage with a gentle pet to his head, which is all he needs. He buries his face into your dripping cunt with a growl, his tongue eagerly chasing the pools of arousal that seep through your lace panites. The thin whine you give in response to his actions has Bobby scooting closer and closer to you, trying to cover as much of your pussy as he possibly could. The feeling of his hands pulling your panties off and pushing your thighs apart normally would make you tsk disapprovingly at him, but when he wiggled his thick tongue into your cunt, you forgot all about scolding him.

“Oh, yes, Bobby! That’s it, baby,” you moan happily as he shakes his head from side to side, letting his nose rub firmly against your clit. His answering moan sends shivers up your spine, your hands gripping his hair firmly, guiding his already quick pace to a rough, filthy rhythm. Bobby hated his hair being pulled, he thought the sting at his scalp was annoying and demeaning. Now when he feels that sharp tug at his roots, he can’t help but moan for you. The sound, in turn, makes you whimper and pull even harder, trapping you both in a delicious cycle that neither of you want to break.

“Such a good boy for me, Bobby— fuck! Just like that, eat my pussy, baby, keep going!” You whimper when he doubles down. Looking up at you, glasses slightly foggy and askew, and his spit lewdly coating your entire cunt and most of his chin and neck. That’s what you loved about Bobby; he was a messy fucking eater. You feel the winding tension in your lower gut grow tighter and tighter as your orgasm threatened to wash over you any second. The ache in his groin nearly distracted him, but he manages to keep his hands planted obediently on your thighs. He gives the meat of your thighs an appraising squeeze, moaning at the softness of your flesh under his hands while he frantically slurps at your juices.

“M’gonna cum!” You moan thickly, your legs shaking and trembling, it almost had Bobby laughing with pride, but he knew to keep himself in check. As much as he wanted to laugh, he wanted you to cum. With one last thundering moan from the heartless killer between your thighs, you came. “Ohhhh fuuuuck!”

Bobby moaned with you, his eyes fluttering shut at the sweetness. The taste of your release pulls noises from him that he never thought was possible; needy, high pitched whimpers are muffled into your pussy as he lets you ride it out. The grip on his hair loosens as you come down, letting him ease back to breath through his nose better without taking his mouth off you just yet.

You hum with a pleased smile, the simple sound told Bobby everything he needed to know: you were satisfied, he did a good job, and you just might reward him. He finally pulls back after giving your clit one last tongue-filled kiss, knowing how much you love when he does that (he also loved the little gasp you give).

“What do you say?” You prompt with a firm tone.

“Thank you, Mistress,” he rasps in response, still trying to catch his breath. You hum again, and he relaxes knowing he hasn’t upset you with his lack of manners. He gasps when your hand cups his straining cock through his jeans.

“Aw, still hard, Bobby?” You coo. He nods, trying his best not to rut into your hand. “I know you are, pet.” You straighten yourself up, not bothering to put your panties back on, instead opting to stuff them into Bobby’s front pocket. “That’s for being such a good boy for me,” you whisper in his ear, your hand playing with him in his pocket, “I’ll send for you when I can, but until then, you’ll have to wait.”

He wants to cry. Robert Pronge wants to cry. Your cruel laughter doesn’t help the aching in his balls or the pitiful tears in his eyes.

“Poor baby,” you mock and kiss his face sweetly, or it would be sweet if it weren’t for your cruel words. “You’re so fucking hot when you cry, Bobby,” you sigh against his cheek, before musing: “I’ll get you something pretty.” You give his lips a firm kiss, not minding the taste of yourself on him. “Now, get the fuck out of my office.”

“Y-Yes, Mistress,” he stutters, his brain still reeling from the whiplash you cause him. He stands up and quickly exits your office, not even bothering to adjust the bulge in his pants on the way out. Bobby knew the time apart was going to be torture. Even if you were states away, the fear that you were waiting for him to slip up never left, and he didn’t think it ever would. He hated how his cock ached with need, but not as much as he hated how his heart ached with the need to follow you. It was confusing. You fucked with his head and his body, and he can’t make out what’s up and what’s down anymore.

Bobby fucking hated you. He also fucking loved you.

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deceitfuldevout · 1 year

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'Easy Money' Masterlist:

Dark!Robert Pronge x Heiress!Reader

❤️ = Fluff

🔞 = Spicy/Nsfw

🖤 = Dark

❌ = No warnings/Sfw

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

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

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

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

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

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

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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Angel Of Death, Chapter 3

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: mentions of a hit, TW: detailed description of a torture/murders. Includes blood, guts, disturbing imagery, death of a character.

“They missed their window…”

“Good!” the man growled in a low tone, “take the god damned shot when you get it and don’t miss your own window!”

“Care about casualties?”

“Fuck em,” the man hissed, “the Paretti line ends with Nick…”

“And his angel?”

“The whore will find another dick to ride when her bankroll dries up,” the man replied darkly, “let her simmer. We’ll swoop in when we need to…pick up the pieces.”

The man didn’t respond. He only hung up and dropped the burner to the ground, crushing it under his vehicle’s wheel. Looking at his watch, he smirked. He’d planned on them making their window. Planned on shooting around the civilians without any extra loss of life…but now, now there was an opportunity for him. Now he was able to take the shot up close and personal and he didn’t seem to mind if there was anyone caught in the crossfire.

He had preferred it that way. If there was one thing that Steve Kemp hated it was an impersonal kill. He’d preferred to be close enough to see the light leave his targets eyes. To confirm the kill himself. There was something so amazing to him, so powerful in his mind that allowed him to be the one to take another human life and get away with it.

He lived for it.

And he smiled, watching Nick Paretti and his little angel getting into the blacked-out car. He felt his erection straining at his pants with the instant memory of her. His binoculars had managed to capture her pressed against the window of the estate’s bedroom, being pistoned into by Paretti. She was beautiful. She was deadly. But she was visibly attached to Paretti. What he wouldn’t give to have her on his side. Have her mewling under him. He could imagine it now.

He sighed to himself as he started his own vehicle, keeping a safe enough distance away as he followed them down to the gala.

“Who knows, sweet, little angel. Maybe you’ll be so distraught you’ll look into old contacts,” he purred hopefully. He thought back to when he’d made her acquaintance. They were much younger then, but time had only done her well, aging her like a fine wine. Her once pin-straight body had developed curves, breasts, and an ass that he just wanted to bite into. Everything about her screamed sin now, and it was one he would gladly trade his soul to have a taste of. He mused a little more to himself as he continued his drive, wishing about a future, “maybe…just maybe, little hellcat.”

He pulled a few blocks away, making sure that he was close enough to make a swift exit, but not too far as to be a hassle. He knew that once Paretti’s body was on the floor it would be no more than five minutes before cops showed up. He didn’t have a very big window.

As he made his way around, he groaned. It was a traditional gala with a red carpet and photographers at the front. Some bystanders on the street were watching everyone enter, checking off a who’s who of the city. Awkwardly shuffling his half-hard cock in his pants so that it wasn’t obvious, he managed to find a side door that he could scramble into without being noticed.

“You’re late! Party has already started, Kemp.”

Kemp saw a figure coming towards him, lit cigarette ashing before he stomped it beneath his foot. The colleague shook his head to the other hitman.

“It’s my job, Freezy…don’t get in the way!”

“I’m not here to fuck with him,” he chuckled, knowing why his colleague was at the gala, “its below my pay grade. I saw the ad…can’t believe you’re taking a job that low. Not even Lloyd would touch that, and that greasy fucker will do almost as much as I would.”

“Easy job.”

“Easy money, yeah…job…easy job…you’ve got to be fucking kidding yourself,” he chuckled in agreeance, but shaking his head as he thought about it, “the fallout will be so hard it makes Chernobyl seem like a Disney theme park.”

“I’m not afraid of a little fall out,” he smirked, “what? You too good to get your hands dirty now, Pronge?”

“You remember what she did when someone shot at him a few years ago?” he asked, glaring at the man, “and that just clipped him. She’ll go on a full fucking rampage, Kemp.”

Kemp rolled his eyes, “I’m not afraid of the little angel.”

Pronge scoffed, running his hand through his freshly buzzcut hair, “you’re stupid is what you are, Kemp…she’ll tear the city apart trying to find you.”

Steve felt his jaw twitch as he looked at his colleague, “We gonna have issues, Pronge?”

“She comes to me, we just might.”

Kemp frowned. Neither one of them had necessarily been close, but Pronge did work a lot of the same circles he did. They were both assassins and normally would duke it out for a good job. But when the hit fell down for Paretti he noticed Pronge never put out for it.

“I gotta up the count tonight?”

“Just a reminder, brother. You still have time to reconsider it before you take the job officially. You know who she’ll try and see first…and I won’t hold back, especially when the grieving girl offers up that tight little cunt as payment for information,” Pronge said softly as he fixed his tux, “but I’m not anyone’s angel…I just have a fucking brain. You make your choice…and I’ll make mine. In the meantime, I gotta get back to my date.”

“You have a date?”

“Took a security job,” he shrugged nonchallantly, “watching an heiress for tonight…gonna fuck her stupid in the bathroom while you’re doing your gig. Just came outside to grab a smoke before.”

Kemp nodded, standing outside for a moment as he watched Pronge go back in. The smallest bit of anxiety creeped into his head.

‘Was it going to be worth it?’

The last guy that had shot Paretti was Pierce. And she caught him alive then tortured him over the course of a month. No one, even Paretti knew where she had disappeared to. But she livestreamed his torture.

She had him strapped to a table and hooked up to fluids. There was a mirror above him, as she’d forced him to witness his torture. First, she shot him in the same exact place where Paretti had been shot. Then she slowly cut him. Everywhere. She forced him to tell a secret and when it wasn’t good enough, she would use a scalpel to make cuts along his body before dumping salt in them. She was sure that by the second day, no one wanted to find him, all too upset by their own personal secrets being told to the world. By the time it was a week in she’d ripped out his nails and most of his teeth and had shot him in the kneecaps.

They all knew that she wasn’t going to let the man go, but it was how she tortured him that made many of the family heads sick. She tortured him in a way that if by some miracle, someone did find him, he’d be forever maimed. The wounds that she refused to allow to close. Ripping out his teeth and nails…shooting him in his joints. All things that would cause long-standing issues.

By the second week she numbed him up, and began cutting off his fingers and toes, sending them to the other families. Just as a little way of saying his fingers pulled the trigger. So she was going to take him. His ears because he’d heard the deal and taken it. His tongue was sent out as well because he’d used his mouth to accept the deal, and speak his little lies to her when she first questioned him, saying he didn’t know who shot Nick. All pre-packaged and still dripping with blood.

By the third week she’d started electrocuting him. She’d interrogate him on the table and when she received an answer, she didn’t like she’d zap him. Which was quite frequently, considering he didn’t have any teeth or a tongue to enunciate. And his fingers were gone, so it wasn’t like he would be able to write it out. She was ruthless about it too, having lined the bottom of the table with water to make it shoot up the entirety of his body. At the end of the week, she cut off his lips and his eyelids and mailed those out as well, stating that he was going to see the last bits of himself fade away.

By the fourth week he was a husk of a man. His eyes were infected and drying up. None of his wounds had been treated with anything other than salt or pure alcohol so they had become festering messes. His screams even sounded hollow. She disassembled him with everyone watching, telling the men that were stupid enough to order the hit that they were next. And sure, enough that very night his detached head was sitting on a pike on the all father’s front lawn.

By the time morning came, when the all-father hadn’t removed the head, and the cops showed up, they noticed the door had been slightly opened.

It was nothing short of a horrific masterpiece. The all-father of Boston had been strewn across the house. His intestines wrapped around the railing to the stairs. His brain on the floor in the kitchen. His stomach right beside it. His body dismembered and laid out on the floor of his office like some macabre anatomy experiment. His heart outside the bedroom door. She’d taken his balls, a symbolic gesture, just to prove that she had them. When they opened the door, they saw Frigga dead in her bed, blankets tucked up to her chin, with a single bullet hole straight through her head.

They all knew who it was. They knew Paretti’s little angel had done it. But none of them were going to go after her. It wasn’t but a few days after, when Thor and Loki had buried their parents that they swore their loyalty to Paretti, fearing that they would be next.

And yet, even with all of that knowledge of how the deadly little vixen would react, Kemp pushed forward, into the gala, knowing what his fate would be if he did what he was hired to. But god, if he wasn’t turned on by the prospect of her coming after him. After her giving him a challenge.

Kemp found a waiter and knocked him out, dumping him off in a side room as he pulled on his clothes. As he straightened out his overcoat, he noticed Pronge shaking his head at him as he ushered his date for the night into the bathroom.

“Fucking idiot!” he heard him mutter. Kemp rolled his eyes at his colleague and turned his attention back to the task at hand. Heading back into the kitchen, he grabbed a platter and started towards the main hall.

The music was loud and annoying. The attitude of the snobby rich assholes was barely intolerable. And that’s when he smiled, seeing Paretti chatting up a few elected officials. He was careful to duck his head when he saw you looking around.

He frowned.

You were always on your guard. You were the enforcer for the Paretti family after all. If you weren’t so attractive, he would consider getting rid of you as well, but the pay wasn’t good enough, and unfortunately there was a deep-seated hope that you would crawl into his lap once this was all said and done with.

It took a few trays before you had finally opted to find your seats giving Paretti a quick kiss while he finished up his conversation with the officials. And that’s when he felt a rage deep within his belly as he saw the engagement ring on your finger. He growled to himself.

‘That fucking whore!’

The second you were gone he made his move, heading over to the group.

“Champagne, gentlemen?”

The officials took some, but Paretti shook his head.

“Come on, Nick…you just got engaged!” one of them commented, “celebrate a little before that sweet little thing makes sure fun is out of the question.”

“Fine,” he chuckled, “but if the Mrs. yells at me, I’m blaming you, McCoy!”

The two men chuckled as he took his glass. When he turned back around, Kemp walked by, making sure the needle tapped him in his arm. He noticed Paretti turn around a few seconds later, surprised at the sting he must have felt. Kemp smiled, dropping the tray on a table as he started to the back door.

And as he pushed through, he heard the commotion ensue.

A man called for an ambulance.

A woman screamed.

He knew that there would be no use once he heard the ‘thud’ of Paretti’s body hitting the floor. He was dead the second his legs gave out.

Chapter 4

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thegirlnextdoorssistersdiary · 2 years

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Knocking on the devils door

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

Paring - dark stepdad robert pronge x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"So, you go to college?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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