#mr. freezy x reader x justin capshaw

[xcaptain-winterx]

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

[littlelioncub43]

How the hell was I able to write for so many characters, oh my goodness

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Andy Barber

Bucky Barnes

Clyde Logan

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Eddie Munson

Jake Jensen

Jefferson

Justin Capshaw

Kurt Kunkle

Lance Tucker

Lloyd Hansen

Nick Fowler

Pietro Maximoff

Ralph Penbury

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge (Mr. Freezy)

Sheriff Lee Bodecker

Steve Rogers 

Thor Odinson

Tom Grant

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[darksongofnyx]

18+, minors do not interact!

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

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

Chapter Summary: Robert is sick of waiting

Word Count: 2131

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

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

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

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

🎀

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎀

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[georgiapeach30513]

Debauched, Deranged, & Defiled Masterlist

Taken into a home of hired murderers, you are used for their enjoyment in whatever they deem necessary.  Whether it’s to offer them comfort, or to offer them a place to let off some steam, never tell them no, or there will be hell to pay!

Lloyd Hansen, Robert Pronge, Bryce Langley, Justin Capshaw, Ransom Drysdale, Chase Collins, Nick Fowler

A/N:  this is an assassin AU and will have dark themes of kidnapping, using your body, a bit of Stockholm syndrome, and is going to smut with a bit of plot.  Have fun with this.  My work is also 18+ ONLY minors DNI 

*Divider created by @firefly-graphics​

[stuckysdumbbitch]

the painful praise

summary: Daddy left you alone with the mean old men, their slippery hands have you falling over and over.

pairings: a shit load of Sebastian Stan characters and Chris Evans characters x little!reader

warnings:18+ content, smut(dubcon), forced drinking, oral (f receiving), handcuffs, misogynistic comments, little!reader, lewd comments, sexualization, prostitution, praise, degradation.

part two of love and lost

You weren’t there for them; they chatted enthusiastically until they gave you a mere peek to grab a beer out of your tray. The only gaze you could feel was Robert’s, staring at you over his bottle as you tried not to quiver.

Standing still with the cat tail butt plug nestled between your virgin ass was quite uncomfortable, but you preferred that instead of being taken into a hallway by a big ruddy man, like it happened to Justin. You didn’t recognize anyone, even though they dressed as smartly as Ransom did. That brought you back into realization, how much you missed Ransom.

“Does the kitty drink?” A drunkenly holler pop you out of your train of thought. You frowned at the long haired man, his stare intrigued upon you. “No.” You timidly mumbled, but the group of men didn’t like your response.

A strong hand encircled your wrist, pulling you over his lap. The bottles would have fallen to the floor if it wasn’t that he plucked the tray out of your hands and set it on the floor. You whimpered at how the plug shifted inside you now that you sat on his lap. At closer look, you could figure out his hair was chestnut brown and his eyes were sky blue. But not the blue of Ransom’s almost turquoise, a blue that resembled the sea at a particularly stormy day.

“You sure you don’t?” He questioned even further, and you tried to looks for Mr Freezy. As soon as you tried to turn your head, the man had plunged the whiskey bottle from the table into your lips. You tried to wiggle away as his arms held into your hip, playing with your thong. At the panic, you didn’t realized how a hand had plucked your nose close, cutting of your air supply. You tried to breath from your mouth, which only introduced more bitter liquid into your mouth. It burned your throat, warming up your stomach as your face became very hot. Your scared eyes looked at the man, who laughed at your attempts.

Someone barked, probably Robert, and the hand and the bottle disappeared. You jerked forward, coughing madly to regain air, even so your heart hurt. You felt tears fall down your arms as you faced the man that had closed your airways. He placed one hand on his chubby belly as he laughed almost demonically.

“C’mon Pronge! we were just having some fun; you let me do worse things with your whores.” He cheered, and his flapping hands scared you. Pronge chuckled, although it sounded fake.

“If you buy her for a night do whatever ya please, but don’t choke her on booze when she has a busy night Bodecker.” He explained, then turned around on his chair as if his sixth sense had alerted him. “Talking ‘bout payment.”

Two tall men approached, while a blonde one was counting money, the brunet was gawking at you and your skimpy looking outfit. Behind their broad forms, you saw little Justin crookedly trying to walk behind them.

He fell to his knees when he got near enough, falling in the middle of Robert’s splayed thighs and resting his head on one of them.

“How was the service, fellas?” Robert asked, before giving a toothy grin.

“Oh, amazing.” The brunet complimented, and you freezed. The accent, the voice that had engraved itself in your mind in your unconsciousness. His eyes didn’t left you.

“Your boy is so pretty when he cries, next time forgo the butt plug.” The blonde commented, handing three big bills to Mr Freezy. His voice just clarified it was that pair of men.

Robert brushed Justin’s hair loosely, the dog ears slightly disheveled. His back was marked with new angry red slashes.

“Who’s that little thing you have on your lap, Levinson?”

Your eyes widened at the brunet’s question, mostly because he was sitting down with the group. The man who held you, who you could asume was Levinson, pulled your body closer grabbing handfuls of your ass.

“The little ex-virgin that came yesterday, man she might even still be tight.” Levinson informed, and every time his hands moved you wanted to cry even more at how lewdly they were talking about you. “Her ass is still virgin tho; Bucky, wanna share her?”

The brunet grinned before staring into you and then into Levinson’s eyes.

“I had the pleasure of deflowering her.”

The table erupted into sloppy cheers and giggles. Some of the other workers turned and looked at them, but the men couldn’t care less.

The man let you fall to the ground as he laughed, and you began crawling towards Robert. Bucky was receiving various back pats and words of admiration, and even he didn’t noticed when a delicious meal passed crawling right before his eyes.

You appeared next to Justin and imitated him, laying your head on his other thigh seeking for a tiny bit of comfort. When the laughing died down, the men noticed you had moved.

“They would make a pretty cute couple, right?” A third man that hadn’t spoke, only watched, till now said. “Imagine getting these two for a night?”

“God the things I would do to them.” The chubby man growled, and you flinched.

Robert smirked at this, stroking your tear stained cheek.

“Puppy,” he called out Justin with faux gentleness and a creepy smile. “Do a trick.”

The table fell silent as everyone stared at him, his cheeks turnt beet red yet he still nodded. His placed his hands on your waist as he guided his body behind yours. You stared up at Robert, confused doe eyes trying to figure out why was Justin pulling down your underwear. He suddenly spun you around, and you were facing the men. His hand shoved your face against the cold hardwood floor, your pretty ass up and your back twisted into an uncomfortable position. His lithe fingers delved into your crevice, sneaking around to latch into your nub giving short circles.

You gasped when he thrusted his cock through your puffy lips; he was shorter than the other men, but your sore body still hated the entrance.

“Look at that, the little fag can fuck a girl.” A man sneered, but through your lidded eyes you couldn’t tell who was who. Justin begun humping you, thrusting his cock into you as the plug shifted uncomfortably on your bum. Little moans escaped your lips, Justin feeling heavenly inside your body. Two arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you closer to spill his hot load inside of you. You whined, you hadn’t come. Even though the sensation was new, you were already yearning it; Robert smirked at this.

“That’s it,” the third man grinned, taking his wallet from his expensive suit. “I want her,”.

The men around groaned, mostly because they weren’t fast enough to bid for you.

“Thank you Barber, now allow Justin to get her clean and will get her to room 35.” Pronge chided, patting the boy’s back on signal to get him hurried. “Barber” laughed.

“I come to a whorehouse and you think I’m scared of some jizz?”He chuckled, handing the bill to the man and grabbing your collar, as if you were some dog. “Thank you Robert, I’ll tell you more when the deed is done.”

Pronge raised his hands in defeat and allowed the man to pull you into a dimly lit hallway. Now you actually were being taken by a big ruddy man, but it was just the beginning.

Pretty hands tied to headboard, Andy’s beard scratching against the skin he was kissing. He had presented himself and told you what he expected of you; to act as his loving wife trying out kinky sex. It was hard, because in little space you couldn’t really act like a grown women.

Andy kissed your bare core, now stripped from every piece of clothing and the plug. “Look at me, honey.” He called softly, and you shyly obeyed. “you are divine.”

Before you could even heat up at his comment, he licked over your slit lewdly. Your mouth parted as he latched onto your nub, sucking greedily. Your mewls coated the air as you widened your legs for him. He ate you out slowly, savoring your pink skin and Justin’s cum. He wiped you clean of any trace, as if he was permanently cleaning your sins, or most likely the ones that were imposed on your pretty body. You felt the begging him of such delightful knot forming on you belly, and he had also realized, because he speeded up his ministrations. You grinded against his flat tongue, legs shutting against his fluffy bearded face.

“Sir,” you called out with a quivering little voice, wrecked as the feeling grew. “I think I’m going to pee.”

You felt him grin against your cunt, his grip on your thighs tightening as he tongued your nub. You rose from the bed almost god-like, a mixture of a gasp and a scream erupting from your throat as you felt the coil snap, falling back into the bed as a dumb little rag doll. Andy poked his head from between you clenched thighs, your organs coating his beard.

“You are so perfect, little girl.”

[the-iceni-bitch]

Turned me Onto Sin

Kinktober Day 6: Dacryphilia (crying kink)

Pairing: Mr. Freezy x hit woman!reader x sex worker!Justin Capshaw

Words: ~2.4K

Summary: Bobby gets you a special treat after a hard day, because you love watching twinks cry.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (female masturbation, unprotected m receiving anal sex, choking, voyeurism, kinda Cuckquean, anal cream pie) NON CON, DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT, DARK, SMUT!!! 18+ ONLY!!! (Justin is aged up to 19 in this fic)

A/N: Welp, just more evidence of my permanent reservation in hell. We may end up going places with this one. @slothspaghettiwrites you wanted to know how your boy would do in the basement…

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Robert rolled down his window when he lit his cigarette, hanging his arm over the driver’s side door lazily as he kept his eyes trained forward.

He smirked to himself when he heard shuffling footsteps approach, not bothering to turn his head to look at the young man who was walking towards the car with a slight air of nervousness.

“H-hey there, you looking for a good time?” The boy leaned on the car and ducked to look at Robert through the window, wincing at the cloud of smoke that greeted him.

“Maybe I am.” Robert tossed the butt away and turned to face his visitor, snorting when he got a look at his chubby cheeks and glasses. “Not with you though. Don’t need you crying like a bitch while I pop your cherry.” He said, like a liar.

“I’m not… I don’t…” The sullen pout on the younger man’s face just made Robert laugh, tossing his head back before bending forward to search for another cigarette. “I’m not a virgin.”

“Sure you’re not.” He shot him a grin as he lit the new smoke. “How old are you, baby?”

“Twenty-five.” He wilted when the older man gave him a discerning gaze. “Nineteen.”

“Jesus, you really are a baby.” He took a long pull and gave the twink a good once over, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth as he took in that soft little body. You were gonna love him. “Alright get in.”

The hooker walked around the car in a rush, giving Robert a small smile that made him roll his eyes when he opened the door for him.

“My name’s Justin.” The pretty thing tried to meet his eyes when he started the car, reaching out to trail his fingers over his thigh and scooting closer as he tried to kiss his neck. “What’s yours?”

“Get the fuck off, you trying to get us arrested?” Robert scowled when Justin recoiled like he’d been slapped, pulling out from under the bridge and shaking his head as he focused on the road. “You don’t need to know my fucking name. I’ve got a room for us.”

“Oh, ok.” Justin shrank back, chewing nervously on his lip as he stared out the window. He technically wasn’t supposed to leave his area under the bridge, but something about the man in the driver’s seat gave him the impression he would not be impressed if Justin brought that fact up.

It didn’t take long for them to reach the little run down motel, Justin fidgeting with his sleeves to try to keep his nerves from taking over. He jumped when the car came to a stop, half expecting the man to open his door again for him then rushing to follow when he realized that wasn’t the case.

Robert strode towards your room with a purpose, barely sparing a glance for his little companion before unlocking the door and sauntering inside while the twink followed. He growled softly when you weren’t there waiting for him, but then he heard the shower running and grinned to himself while he closed and locked the door.

“Is there someone else here?” Justin’s eyes shot towards the bathroom door and back to Robert as he stayed close to the door, not at all thrilled at the prospect of taking two men at once.

“That gonna be a problem?” He stripped his coat off and tossed it on the table, stretching his neck as he started unbuttoning his shirt while he waited for you.

Justin was trying to work up the nerve to back out when the water shut off and the bathroom door opened, and the sight of you walking out wrapped in nothing but a fluffy towel calmed him right down. You shot him a grin as you moved towards the bed, turning your face to Bobby and laughing softly when he wrapped his arms around you and pressed his lips to yours.

“Hey there, baby.” You purred when he released you, his hand curled possessively around the back of your neck while his tongue traced over your lips. “Who’s this?”

“This is Justin.” Bobby groaned into your mouth when he undid the towel, his eyes roaming over your curves as he rested his hands on your hips. “Wanted to get you something special, kitten. Know you had a rough day.

“I sure did.” You shuddered when you thought about how that asshole had almost caught you with his knife. “Hey there, Justin.”

“Hi.” He swallowed thickly when you started prowling towards him, trying to keep his eyes on your face and not the tempting sway of your naked hips. There was something almost predatory about the way you moved, but the softness of your gaze helped him relax as he focused on you while Robert continued to strip. “It’s extra for couples.”

“Oh, right down to business!” You threw your head back and laughed as you moved past him to find your purse, pulling out a thick wad of cash and slapping it down on the table. “I can respect that.”

His eyes bugged when he counted the pile of bills. It was more than he’d typically make in a week. Maybe that should have been his first clue that something was wrong with this whole situation, but before he had a chance to think about it you were cupping his cheek and pulling him in for a gentle kiss.

You smiled softly as he melted against you, letting you lead him towards the bed and slowly pull off his clothes as his hands gently framed your hips. He whined when you removed his shirt and smoothed your palms over his bare chest, panting into your mouth desperately as you dug your fingers into his soft flesh.

“Mm, you are so soft and pretty, baby.” You pulled gently at his lips with your own, letting him settle between your legs as he pressed his growing hardness against your stomach.

“Thank you.” He trailed his fingers over your thighs as he gazed at you, the other man in the room completely forgotten as your own hand grazed over the front of his jeans and pulled his zipper down. “How do you want me, ma’am?”

“Ma’am? Baby, you’re too goddamn sweet.” You pulled back and bit your lip as you drew his jeans down his legs, glancing over his shoulder and grinning at whatever you saw there. “Almost makes me feel a little bad, but I’m just here to watch.”

He only had a moment to give you a quizzical stare before he felt a thick strap of leather tighten around his neck, yelping when he was thrust forward onto the mattress as the belt dug into his throat. You just gave him a mock look of sympathy as you settled back against the pillows and spread your legs, teasing your fingers over your swollen folds as you watched Bobby shove Justin’s face into the mattress with a tight grip on his makeshift leash.

“Just fucking look at that.” Bobby growled when he pulled Justin’s cheeks apart with one hand, kneeling on the backs of his thighs to keep his legs spread wide as he admired his pretty pink hole. “That is one tight little hole you got here, what d’you think, kitten? Should I stretch it out first or just dive right in?”

“This boy’s a pro, Bobby.” You laughed when Justin let out a choked sob when you said Bobby’s name, slipping a finger inside yourself and purring when you started stroking your soft walls. “Pretty sure he can handle you without the prep.”

He tried to wheeze out a “no”, but the belt was restricting his airflow enough that he couldn’t speak, digging his fingers into the blankets and letting out a strangled whine when Bobby spat on his hole and smeared it around with a thick thumb. Bobby grinned wolfishly at you when he took his cock in hand, groaning from deep in his chest and letting his eyes roll back in his head as he speared past the tight ring of muscle.

You slid a second finger into your soaked pussy when Bobby started slamming his hips into Justin’s ass, finding your sweet spot easily and curling your fingers against it slowly while you watched the two of them. Justin tried to reach out towards your ankle, desperate for help or at least some form of soft affection while Bobby just used him like he was nothing. But then you sneered and kicked his hand away, all the softness that had coaxed him to relax earlier completely gone as you focused your eyes on Bobby’s.

“Fuck, kitten, this thing is squeezing the life outta me.” He yanked on the belt as he ground into the whore’s ass, growling when he felt him clench down around him and heard the choked mewl from the mattress. “This little cunt’s barely even broken in, you only been using your mouth, boy? Probably thought you were finally gonna feel a nice snatch around that little prick when you saw kitten here. As if I’d ever let a little slut like you near my pussy.”

Justin just moaned in reply, his mouth hanging open as he tried to suck down as much air as possible and gazed at you pleadingly. He hated that his body was starting to betray him, finally moving past the initial pain to increasing pleasure as Robert’s massive cock split him open and hit that perfect spot with every vicious plunge of his hips. He didn’t even realize he was starting to roll his body back to meet the larger man, his drool staining the sheets as he keened wantonly.

“Mmm, I think he likes that, baby.” You beamed at Bobby when Justin threw his head back and whined, arching his back and shoving his ass back into Bobby’s hips as he started leaking all over the bed.

“Sounds like you like it too, kitten. Shit, I can hear that pussy from here, smell it.” He growled when you slid in a third finger, licking his lips at the sight of the slick that was leaking out around your hand. “That what got you all excited, whore? See you staring at that pretty cunt. Maybe I’ll let you taste it if you keep clamping down on me like this. Fuck.”

The belt tightened further around Justin’s throat and his eyes rolled back, tears leaking down his cheeks as he gripped the sheets painfully. As soon as you saw the stains on his cheeks, you came with a soft cry, arching into your hand and purring when your release gushed all over your fingers.

Justin yelped when Robert yanked him up against his chest, moaning stupidly and letting his head drop back against his shoulder while the older man kept thrusting into him with vigor.

“Isn’t she fucking pretty?” Bobby bit into the little slut’s ear as he yanked his head back with the leash, growling while he watched you come down. “Get up here, kitten. Lemme taste.”

He grabbed your wrist when you sat up, dragging you close and shoving your fingers between his lips. You hummed when groaned around your hand, leaning over Justin’s shoulder and rubbing your nose over his as he sucked your fingers clean.

“Change your mind about sharing, Bobby?” You nipped at his cheek teasingly when he snarled in response, grinning as you leaned back and turned your attention back to your plaything. “That’s ok, I’ve got something tasty right here.”

You ripped Justin’s glasses off and threw them away, ignoring his pathetic whimpering as you dragged your tongue over his cheek and lapped up the tears that were streaking his face. Bobby smirked at you and turned to Justin’s other cheek, slowly licking the salty stains from his other cheek as he gripped his hip harshly and ground into his ass.

Justin was so close already, the growls and moans coming from the two of you as you ran your tongues all over his face making his cock twitch. Then you wrapped your hand around him and twisted, and he could’ve passed out.

“Just look at this little thing, everything about you is so damn pretty.” You gave him a good squeeze and he wheezed, sobbing from bliss and a lack of oxygen as his face grew numb. But he couldn’t get enough of your praise, backhanded as it was.

“Oh, think he liked that, kitten.” Bobby tightened the belt one more time, purring at the sight of Justin’s tongue lolling out of his mouth as his face started to grow red. “Gonna fill this thing up then let you ride my face until you and this bitch’s tears are the only thing I can taste.”

You grabbed his face with your free hand and dragged it to yours, smashing your lips to his and moaning at his feral growl. Neither of you paid any mind to your plaything now, except for how he was throbbing in your hand and around Bobby’s thick cock.

Ropes of cum started spurting all over your fingers and you grinned against Bobby’s lips, cooing softly in Justin’s ear as his body sagged between the two of you. Bobby was right behind him, slowing his movements as he pumped his cum into him with stiff jerks of his hips.

He tossed Justin aside when he was finished, keeping one hand on the leash while he pulled you to him and bit at your lips with a low groan.

“Clean this shit up for me.” He dragged Justin back towards him by the belt, ignoring his whimpered pleas as he shoved his softening cock between his lips and sneered at him. “What d’you think, kitten? Fuck and chuck or you wanna keep it?”

“Oh, I kinda wanna keep him, Bobby.” You grinned at the hysterical sobbing coming from the poor slut, dragging your finger through his tears and popping it into your mouth with a hum. “He seems fun.”

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Ok, this completely got away from me but I’m not even sorry about it!!

I have been obsessed with your little train to he’ll Prison AU and it has given me some thots of my own regarding everyone’s favorite murdery couple…

TW: non con, dub con, public sex, Bobby’s dirty mouth, all that good shit

As soon as you walked into the visiting area Robert groaned, that tiny little sundress you were wearing was one of his favorites.

You grinned when you spotted him, the blue jumpsuit he was wearing doing nothing to hide the powerful frame underneath. He may have gotten even bigger since he got locked up.

The two of you didn’t even say anything when you reached him, your fingers burying themselves in his hair while his arms wrapped around your waist and you smashed your lips together desperately, the kiss full of all the pent up frustration you were both feeling at having to be without each other for weeks at a time.

“No touching!”

You snarled at the guard when you disconnected from Bobby, considering pulling off your heel and jabbing it into his eye for fucking interrupting you. At least you got a few more seconds than most of the other inmates would have if they had tried pulling that shit, perks of making sure the bosses were paying off the guards.

“I missed you Bobby.” You purred when you moved to sit down, bending over the table real slow as you slid into your seat so he could get a nice look at the way your tits were squeezed into your dress.

“Ah, fuck kitten, I missed you too.” He had to clench his fists when he sat down across from you so he wouldn’t reach out and grab them. “Real fucking bad. Any news?”

“Our neighbor, Cathy, just had twins.” You scooted as close to him as you could, stretching out your leg so you could run your toes over the curve of his calf. “Named ‘em Joey and Grayson.”

He growled and nodded as he shifted in his seat, spreading his legs wider when he felt your foot trace up the inside of his thigh. It was hard to concentrate on what you were saying when you finally reached where his cock was straining against the front of his jumpsuit, but the whole reason he was in here was to carry out hits for the fucking bosses, so he did his best to concentrate.

His fingers were gripping the sides of the table painfully hard while you stroked him, his back straightening to try to cover up the way he was grinding against your foot. You cocked an eyebrow at him to make sure he was still listening to you and he gave you another quick nod, his breath heaving in his chest as you brought him to the edge.

It normally would’ve been embarrassing how fast he came, he hadn’t been inside you in almost six months, it was a miracle he hadn’t come when you kissed him.

“Ahem.” You cleared your throat and kept your foot where it was, flicking your eyes downward meaningfully when he gave you a questioning look.

The choked sound he made when he finally looked down and saw your white lace panties dangling from your ankle had you grinning wickedly at him, tutting when he started to move too fast so he would slow down and not alert the guards.

“Kitten, fuck.” He kept his hand curled around your heel for a beat before drawing the panties off you and shoving them into his pocket, his eyes blown wide with lust while he flicked his eyes toward the clock to see how much time you had. “Baby, lemme see it.”

“Shit, no.” You shook your head at him, ignoring the almost pleading look in his eye. “Bobby, you ended up in solitary last time we tried that, and then you had to wait a whole month instead of a week. Is that what you want?”

“Don’t fucking care, it’s mine, and I wanna fucking see it.” He was snarling at you now, and you were pretty sure if you didn’t agree to this he was going to do something that would wind up with him being out of touch for a lot longer than a month. “Pretend you dropped something when you get up.”

“Fine.” You rolled your eyes at him as you leaned back in your chair, reaching up to scratch at your neck and palming your earring sneakily.

The guards called that visiting time was over and the two of you stood up slowly, Bobby looking at you like he was going to explode when you gave him a wink as you turned away.

“Oops, my earring fell out.” You said it just loud enough that the guards could hear you, spreading your legs a little and flipping your skirt up when you bent over just enough for Bobby to catch a glimpse of your glistening cunt before you were straightening back up quick and prowling away, your hips swaying in that way that made Bobby want to chase after you and fuck you over the first surface he could find, solitary be damned.

His cock was achingly hard as he made his way back to his cell block in line with the other inmates, none of them stupid enough to say anything. It’s not like he was worried about one of them having seen you. Ever since your first visit when some idiot had the bright idea to comment on how sweet your pussy must taste and ended up in a medically induced coma after someone almost beat him to death in the yard with the free weights. the other men got the hint that you were strictly off limits.

Justin jumped when he heard the cell doors open. Robert was always worked up after visiting days, and that usually meant that the younger man was going to get fucked within an inch of his life, usually multiple times. Last time he had passed out at some point after coming upwards of seven times on Robert’s thick cock, and when he woke up he was covered in more bite marks and bruises than he’d ever gotten before.

“You up, bitch?” Robert growled once the cell door slid closed and the guard was out of earshot, slapping Justin when he didn’t answer him fast enough. “Get your fat ass out of that fucking bed.”

“Yes sir.” Justin knew better than to try to fight him, especially when he looked like that. He was pretty sure that the man liked it more when he fought back, but that typically meant he’d end up with some broken teeth and a swollen jaw, and he wanted to avoid that.

“God, you’re fucking soft.” Robert grabbed Justin by the throat and nuzzled into his neck, turning his head to spit on his cheek before sinking his teeth into his shoulder. “Put these on.”

Justin choked when Robert shoved a pair of soft lace panties into his face. He had no idea where he had even gotten them, and even though he was used to being thoroughly degraded by his large cell mate, the thought of wearing women’s underwear was not something he wanted to indulge the man in, he couldn’t see it going well for him.

“I can’t, I…”

Robert’s grip on his neck tightened until he couldn’t breathe, waiting until the dumb little bitch started squealing and flailing until he loosened it again with a menacing snarl.

“Wasn’t fucking asking.” Robert brought the white lace to his face as he maintained his grip on Justin, inhaling deeply and seeming to get a little calmer as he held in the breath. “You smell that, you stupid slut? That’s a real fucking pussy. You ever had one of those? Stupid question, course you haven’t.” His voice sounded almost wistful as he mouthed at the delicate fabric, and Justin wondered if he even realized what he was doing. “Sweetest little snatch there is, and it’s mine. But instead of being able to bury my cock in that perfect, warm, wet hole, I’m stuck with your worthless cunt.”

Justin yelped when Robert wrenched his jumpsuit and briefs down in one vicious motion, shoving a thick thigh between his legs and smacking him right above his pretty pink hole.

“Just look at it, dry as a fucking bone. God you’re useless. Swear the only good thing about you is that sweet mouth.” Robert tilted Justin’s head back so he could sink his teeth into his plush bottom lip, groaning when he felt the metallic tang of his blood hit his tongue. “Now, put these on, and I’ll make it nice for you, even eat that tight little pussy until you're begging me to fill you up. Or, if you wanna be a stupid little bitch, I’ll just fuck it dry until you finally make your own lube, your fucking choice.”

Justin let his tears fall freely as he pulled away from the other man, stepping out of his own clothes and taking the panties from Robert without making eye contact with him. It wasn’t even the threat that had him crying, it was the fact that he knew it was going to be mind blowing, that he’d be hoarse tomorrow from how much Robert was going to make him scream with his tongue and his cock.

Robert groaned when he watched him slide the panties over his thighs until the thin strap of the thing was nestled between his cheeks, the smaller man climbing onto the bed and bending his knees until his face was against the pillows and his ass was up in the air in one of Robert’s favorite positions, since he didn’t have to look at the dumb face that wasn’t yours.

“Please fuck me, sir.” Robert rolled his eyes at that, slapping Justin’s ass with a warning growl when he wiggled his hips like a slut before crawling onto the bed behind him. He missed that fucking mouth of yours the most, sometimes, pretty sure this twink would never have the balls to call him a bastard.

“Shut the fuck up.” He bent over and spat on Justin’s hole, trying to imagine that the tiny moan he let out was coming from you. “This is better when you don’t fucking talk.”

FFFFFFFFFFFFUCK 😩😩😩😩😩😩😩

Nat oh my god 😩 I loved this. Just fuck okay, first the shit with visit and teasing Bobby and giving him your panties and flashing him? 🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵

But oh the way he treats Justin 😩 the absolute contempt and annoyance, but still fucking him. MAKING HIM WEAR THE PANTIES 🤤🤤🤤🤤 also I just love how almost whimsical Robert got when he was sniffing them. He really needs his Kitten to keep him satisfied and a prison bitch just ain't doing it for him.

Nat, I love you so heckon much. 💙💙💙💙💙

[stuckysdumbbitch]

love and lost

Summary: You’ve always been daddy’s good girl, praised and cherished. Then why did he left you with the mean old man?

warnings: 18+ content, prostitution, human trafficking, noncon, dubcon, smut, glory hole, purely unethical practices, drugging, force regression, manipulation, pain kink, little!naive reader being taken advantage of, blood, gay sex, painful sex, crying, abandonment, whipping, and more (detailed in each chapter) a

pairings: a shit ton of Sebastian Stan characters, Chris Evans characters x a little! reader

love and lost masterlist

Ransom’s thigh was warm, but not cushy enough for you to fall asleep in your drugged state. The man in front of you, with long wavy hair and glasses, couldn’t stop his gaze from coming to look down at you, kneeled between your Daddy’s thick thighs. You were too immersed at the deer head on the wall to listen at what they were talking. You caught some things; his name was Robert and they were bargaining something.

“Unusual to bring me a virgin,” He declared, taking another sip of his scotch. “You always fuck them before you bring them.”

Ransom rolled his eyes, even though Mr Freezy wasn’t wrong.

“I fucked that pretty mouth, that I’m sure of.” He contradicted, as if his masculinity was to question. Robert shifted, his cock straining against his pants at the idea of her plump lips around something. “I’m not offering a test ride, you either hand the money or I’ll go to Blackwood’s.”

Robert groaned, looking intensely at you as if he was deciding if you were worth it.

“She’ll look awfully pretty with the puppy, you think?” He finally sighed, and you perked your at the mention of a dog.

“Puppy?”you gleefully asked the man, eyes slightly lidded. He smiled at you, baring his razor sharp, white teeth. Ransom’s fingers intertwined through your locks, scratching your head encouragingly.

“Yes baby, you gonna get a puppy to play with.” He grinned, mostly because of the huge amount of money he knew was getting his way. His eyes twinkled as he faced Robert. “What about a glory hole?”

You whimpered when Ransom stood up, took a black briefcase Robert handed him, and started walking out the door. You got on your knees to follow him, but as the door slammed shut, two big hands wrapped around your waist. You squealed as cigarettes and alcohol wafted over you, big arms pressing you against a solid chest.

“Hi little kitty,” Robert whispered in your ear, making you recoil as he pressed the hot muscle of his tongue against your cheek. “Just have to check something.”

His hairy hands slid over your bare thighs, underneath your short skirt and under your white lacy underwear. His hand ran down the smooth side, fingers parting through curls effortlessly until he found your slit. Dry, as he suspected.

You squirmed when his calloused fingers looked for your opening, the other hand keeping your legs apart. He prodded your entrance slowly until he found the barrier, then retreated his hand to place it on your thigh. He verified what he needed.

“Where’s Ran?” you questioned, confused at what the man has just done. Robert didn’t answer, just ignored you as he deftly undid your skirt. “Mr, where’s my daddy?”

Growing irritated, Robert retreated a ball gag from his desk, shuffling it inside your mouth before you could ask “Mr? what is that?”.

You wiggled when you felt him tear at your clothes carelessly, the gag digging into the sides of your mouth. You started to fret, screaming for your Ran at the top of your lungs, legs flailing frantically.

“Fucking bitch,” he groaned,

He dragged you to the hall by your hair, now naked. The rich red carpet burned your bottom, and through tears, you saw him.

His tan coat and expensive scarf, slicked back hair and broad shoulders that gave you comfort. He had turned around at your cries, going to the other side of the long hall. Time seemed to freeze as you dug your nails into Robert’s arm, trying to stab your heel against the floor so you could free yourself and run towards him.

His emotionless face shifted, lips curling into a playful smile as his hand reached over to wave at you.

You continued to fight, but the intension just wasn’t there anymore. Robert managed to pull you into a dark room, with a flickering lightbulb enlightening the weird figure of the room. A young boy was there, and also wasn’t. His lower torso seemed to disappear into a hole in the wall, and his cheek was pressed against a metal surface. He instantly looked at the floor, as if he was fidgeting with his tied hands. Robert slapped you, getting you slightly dizzy so he could easily maneuver your body into the hole next to the boy. He secured your wrists, making you winced at the harshness.

“Behave.”He ordered before standing up and leaving. It wasn’t quick before you made out his hands, now unmistakable, pry your legs open on the other room and secure them to the side.

The tears were hot against your skin, your thumping heart beating against the cool metal as you jumped at every drift of air that passed through your lower region.

“It’s not really that bad,” the boy next to you spoke, voice tinged with awkwardness. His glasses sat uncomfortable on his face due to the fact that he had to constantly lay his face to the side or suffocate. “They are usually done before you know it.”

You frowned, confused about what he was talking about.

“The men,” he explained. “I’m Justin, not the best place to meet huh?”

Before you could even begin to comprehend what he meant, you heard the steps coming from the other room. Three pairs now.

“And we got something special here,” Robert chanted, his hand slapping against the flesh of your ass. You cried beneath the gag. “A virgin!”

“You can have her Buck,” a new york accent drawls, and you hear more footsteps. “I wanna get a piece of my favorite boy.”

You hear Justin whimper, face scrunching up in disgust, or fear, or pain.

“She’s a bit more expensive than the fat bitch,” Robert explained, caressing your folds to pull them apart. “But look at that, still has a hymen, and you know how virgins are, so easy to get wet.”

A few moments of silence before you heard a chuckle.

“I’ll take her.” A third voice answers, and a pair of contrary hands are placed in your ass cheeks, one hot and the other cold.

“Pleasure making arrangements with you gentlemen,” Pronge laughs, almost manically, and then his steps are out of sight-well, hearing?

You feel the hands wander down your slit to cup your pussy, and you jolt. You remembered the time Ransom caught you touching yourself there, and spanked you raw. When his cold metallic hand reached to rub your nub, you shuddered. His ministration had made you slick, and you sniffled at the weird sensation. You heard a zipper go down, and as you didn’t expect anything, you turnt to see Justin.

His cheeks were flushed and he rocked harshly forward. His little squeals had his tongue hanging, eyes bulging underneath his glasses.

Until something big and thick slaps against your clit and you mewl against the red cherry ball. It’s slowly pushes in, pulling your walls apart until you realize the pleasure had subsided and it’s started to hurt. You were sloppy, but the stretch was deliriously burning you. Again, you began to squirm, but the two hands pressed against your hips to pull you even closer.

“Fuck,” the voice curses “For sure she’s a virgin.”

It seemed it would never stop, never reach its limit. He pushed through your barrier and you tensed, walls throbbing. You wanted Ransom, needed to have him coo away the pain and tell you you were his brave, pretty girl.

You felt a hip press against your ass and two balls slap your clit. For a second, the pain ceases, and then your face slammed against the metal.

Ransom was holding you in his arms, pressing wet kisses against your skin as he caged you to the bed. His chest was cold against yours, as if lowering the temperature you were suffering from. His thrusts, deep and short, were hammering into your sore pussy. His arms slid over your back, pulling you even closer as he murmured sweet nothings into your waiting ears. You felt a knot building up in your core, delicious from the friction, but you wanted more. Until it snapped, and you gushed all over him. The duvet was so soft, like clouds…

You felt hairs tickling your face, itching you awake. The second you regained consciousness, you realized how similar Robert was to Ransom. His hands felt similar too, as Robert untied you from the contraption. He picked you up slowly, and the movement made you sense the pain that fulfilled your weak body. A warm liquid spilled down the middle of your thighs, and an ache settles on your lower back. You unconsciously nuzzle into Robert’s chest, his long strides lulling you to sleep.

You don’t recognize the room you are in, with red silk beds and dark furniture. All you could find faintly familiar was the boy from before, Justin, wiping his legs.

You are laid in the bed and a bottle of water is pushed into your lips. Drowsy eyes stare up at the man, drinking it gratefully.

“You did so well,” Robert told you, cleaning down the fluids you didn’t dare to look at with a warm rag. “Everyone wanted to fuck the pretty little virgin,”

You felt tears prickle your eyes and roll down the sides of your face at this, a hand involuntary going down to cup your sore pussy.

“My little girl,” Robert cooed with fake sympathy. “You just need to behave in the future, and you won’t get out there again. Okey pretty baby?”

You nodded, and he observed the way your lips wrapped around the bottle as if it was a nib. Soft, pink lips.

“What do you mean?”Justin pondered, as he tried to get up without faltering. “I have to do Glory holes every Friday, and she doesn’t?”

By the glare on Pronge’s face and the way he stood up and made his way to him, you understood how much Justin he just fucked up. He puffed out his chest, craning his neck to look at the older man, and a slap forced him onto the bed. Justin clutched his cheek, glasses had flown away. A veiny hand wrapped around his neck pushing him flush to the bed.

“What’s up little faggot? you get a lady close and suddenly you try to toughen up?” He sneered, his spit splashing against Justin’s cheek. His face went red, either from the lack of air or humiliation, but Pronge loved it. “Acting like you don’t get cocks up your ass every hour, fucking whore.”

He let him go roughly, straightening over him to smile at you, innocently and clumsily. Justin sobs, and you try your best to maintain eye contact with Robert.

“This is the puppy, pretty girl.” He explains, bending over to kiss your forehead. “Your buddy, only if he behaves.”

He left shortly after you were tucked into bed, locking the door behind him. Justin doesn’t want to talk, he faces away from you as he falls asleep. Under the dim moonlight you can slightly make out the angry red marks on his back. You fall asleep thinking of Ransom, hoping he will pick you up tomorrow from this horrible punishment. You can’t really remember what you did wrong, but you know your Daddy won’t leave you here.

[stuckysdumbbitch]

burns

summary: everything burns intensely.

pairings: a bunch of chris evans characters x little!reader x a bunch of sebastian stan characters

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, bruises, abuse, prostitution, sex trafficking, anal, anal play, specialization, ddlg, dacryphilia, dark content.

Here we go!

love and lost masterlist

Justin groaned to himself as he made his way back to his shared room; ever since you had appeared with your naive little attitude, his daddy had totally forgot about him, even treating him shittier than before.

He wanted to be Robert’s good boy again, the one who he snuggled up at night while praising- well, more like sleeping at his feet while he threatened him to behave, but that at least meant he normally behaved. He wondered if he fucked you like he fucked him, although, to his relief, it didn’t seem like he did.

He didn’t expect his heart to soften when he opened the door, seeing your wailling figure littered in bites and forming bruises. Curled up on the bed, you sobbed in pain.

“Jensen.” he murmured, slightly angered. He recognized the marks; if someone was truly sick it was him. He would sedate the girls he slept with, acting all nice and awkward, and then fuck them brutally. He and his daddy had to take care of a bunch of sore girls more than once, but Jensen had joined the army and tipped well enough for Robert to turn a blind eye to this.

“Hey, pretty girl.” He cooed, and it felt unusual. Robert called you pretty girl, so he though it might give you some comfort. “It’s okey, let me take care of you.”

You slowly faced him, face puffy form crying so much. With every movement he saw your body tense with pain. So he gently positioned you on your back, hissing resounding in his ears. The cum that leaked from your entrance was tinted pink, worryingly dark. He wiped you down gently, then did his best to carry you to the bathroom.

Lavender and mint filled your senses as Justin carefully rubbed some special oil on you, said to remove bruises and increase circulation. For the bite marks, he just expected the cream would also heal it.

Freezy groaned at the image; the steaming bath with you and Justin curled up together cutely, your puppy gently sucking at your nipple. Eyes shut in deep slumber, Freezy winced at the amount of slowly healing wounds on your body. It had been less than three days since you got there.

He wrapped you and Justin in a fluffy towels, rubbing cake scented lotion over your thighs. Your attention seemed to be diverted in shedding tears and toying with Justin’s hands.

“You gotta behave real good with this client, pretty girl.” He murmured, voice gruff. You nodded slightly, hands now reaching out, with a little tremor, to run your fingertips through his beard. He contained a groan when your soft hands set on his jaw, thumbs almost tracing his lips. The air caught off for a second, your expression indecipherable, before you dropped your hands back on the sheets, tossing to pull Justin near you again. He sighted, rubbing the sore bridge of his nose before scurrying to find you something to wear. Ransom hadn’t specified what he wanted you to be.

The room you were in was new; leaf green sheets, dark wallpapers and smooth, oak furniture. It was unusually cold, but you were clad only in lacey white underwear, and the thing white socks that reached your upper thighs did little to soothe your chill. Your carefully pushed your hair out of your face, the makeup Justin had cautiously applied still fresh with the lingering smell of chocolate and vanilla.

You jumped when the door knob twisted open, you couldn’t contain your grin. Mr Freezy was so silly, telling you it was a special visitor when it was obviously Andy bringing you those bonbons he prom-

Your jaw fell slack, your heart stopping in a harsh tug to beat at your chest. In all of his expensive country club and golf watch essence, there he was.

Ransom shut the door, slowly nearing you, lips tugging into a smirk that could only be called evil. You freezes; million of thoughts races to you head, and you couldn’t stop to evaluate one of them.

“I see you have become quite fond of this life style” He inquired, taking into consideration your little outfit.

“Daddy?” you dumbly asked, words rolling off your tongue with no control. And with that, came the tears. Running down your artificially blushed cheeks in angry black splotches, they were heavy as your face contorted into a wail. You fell to your knees, wrapping your arms around his thick thigh. “Please, Daddy, take me with you- I can’t do this anymore, hurts daddy.”

He groans, although there’s a hint of amusement in his hum, before kicking you off his leg, and you watch him in disbelief as he seizes your hair and throws you onto the bed. Hands slither down your body as if you were caught by evil trees, twisting a round you to choke you. The pretty underwear Robert had dressed you in was now scraps and bits. Eyeing the handcuffs on the head of the bed, you shot your elbows backwards to stab against his sweater clad abdomen. You only gained having your head muffled against the pillow as he tied your wrists. His heavy erection rubbed painfully against bare bottom, dress pants pulled down slightly you could feel his obnoxious calvin klein’s. He pulled away, admiring your submissive form. Thighs tucked under your body, smelling like a sweet strawberry cake and lavender, and salty tears running down puffy eyes. Delectable in his eyes.

“You let any nobody fuck this sloppy pussy, anybody with half an hour to kill and some measly dollars, right?” He taunted, hands burning your skin with each stroke. “Could shove anything inside you, and you wouldn’t-well, couldn’t- say anything.”

You whined, feeling his thick fingers pulled your ass cheeks apart to see your tight rosebud. You felt so bare, so disgustingly naked. Dreaming about your first time with Ransom wasn’t like this; you fantasized about him laying you in a rose petal covered bed, kissing your body with his tender lips, touching you ever so softly as if you might break. But no, he was violently trying to shove his fingers into your back door.

Stinging cries and throaty whimpers emerged at the burn tearing through your spine. A lewd spit ricocheted against the walls, the slimy substance tracing down the middle of your ass cheeks as he worked his finger fully inside. You felt as if you might burst.

“Gonna claim this slutty ass, split it open with my fat cock.”

[stuckysdumbbitch]

What am I?

summary: what are you? just another toy for them? or a mythical creature of their desire?

pairings: a lot of sebastian stan characters x little! reader x a lot of chris evans characters

warning: 18+ content, noncon smut, implied oral sex, implied noncon, dragging, slight med fet, misogyny, abuse of little space, sexualization, prostitution, implied sex trafficking, dark themes.

love and lost masterlist

Robert Pronge never cared; why would he? he had the mob, along with the wide amount of people that hired him, protecting his back. He ran his little business, buying and selling pretty girls and had his fair share. He had never felt a lot for his victims, fucking the fresh meat first and leaving the rest to the hungry men who came to his whorehouse.

When you came into his office, following Ransom like a lost little puppy, he knew you would be fun. That little dumb innocence would be fun to crack, but he didn’t expected for him to be the cracked one.

He knew Barber always payed generously, so why was he so bitter about him having you? He had drank half a bottle of whiskey by himself when the rays of sunlight started appearing, and Barber brought you back to him, in his arms like some kind of queen.

He expected pain in your features, but you were giggling softly as the broad man planted you in Robert’s lap, handing your owner the rightful amount with generous tip.

“Make sure to get her something nice,” Barber grinned, ruffling your hair sweetly before going.

As you watched the lawyer that had given you the most passionate night of your life leave, you felt your lower lip pull down into a quivering pout. His eyes, ocean like jewels, resembled Ransom’s so clearly. You didn’t realize you were crying until Robert cooed at you.

“Hey what are the tears for, pretty thing?”Robert asked, more likely intrigued that worried. “Was he too rough with your little body?”

You shook your head, although there was a slight sting on the apex of your thighs. “He reminds me of Daddy, he’s pretty.” you coyly explained, somehow trusting this man with your complicated feelings.

Robert wanted to frown, because he was also pretty. Was he? he had never worried about that, he always had the women he desired, willing or not. Something about you referring to a man as pretty made him stir.

“So you like pretty boys?”He asked you, toying with the lacy edge of your thong. You felt heat rise to your face at the question, wiggling in the seat with shyness. “Yeah you like pretty boys, cocky as hell, don’t ya?” You didn’t deny it, so Robert took it as a fact.

“Let’s get ya cleaned up.”

Robert laid you in the plush bedding, reaching for a nice warm cloth to wipe your semen coated thighs. He watched closely how you were so relaxed with the act, more interested on how Justin slipped the metal through his nipples with ease.

“Did it hurt?”you ask him, wincing when he finishes securing both. Justin nods dryly, and you frown at his lack of emotion to you. He leaves the room shortly, not even bothering to say goodbye to Robert.

“Barber really did an act on you, but I’ve seen worse in his account.”He mumbled, finger tracing through your puffy folds. You wince, and he holds back a groan at the soft sound emitting your perfect lips. You then giggle, and he looks at you quizzically.

“He kissed me,” you whisper, as if you were telling about a hidden cookie jar. “on my princess parts.”

If it had been any other prostitute, Robert would be disgusted. Yet he wondered how you would taste; probably like how you smelled, rich and creamy.

You laid back against the soft silky bedding, thinking how Robert was nice with you when you behaved. He fumbled with his phone, which had just ringed with a message, until he shove it back into his pocket. He stared at you for a while, lost in though, before he clapped.

“I’ll need to take you to the doc, get this pussy examined.”

“Why?” you inquired, and to be honest, the thought of finding a way to scape did flash your mind.

“Because we need to guarantee you won’t have any babies and your pussy is nice and healthy.” He cleared, as if it was so common. He propped you on his hip bone, after putting you in a smooth shirt and a diaper. He never though, in a million of years, that he would be doing that.

“But I love babies!” you murmured, resting your head sleepily on his shoulder, arms clinging around his neck. “they are so pretty, and tiny.”

You zoomed off for your love for babies for a while, until Robert was standing in front of the door 97. He didn’t have the heart to tell you this wasn’t a medical appointment, just a awkward man who had a medical kink. Truth is, you were getting a lot of attention recently. He had calls for you up to next week, which rarely happened with one specific girl. Justin did have his “fan base”, but who wouldn’t adore that snuggly cute face?

The door opened, and Robert left you on your feet to walk inside, before shutting the door. Your eyes widened.

The man infront of you looked around your age, maybe one or two years older. He smiled at you, and you could furthermore appreciate his twinkling blue eyes.

“My name is Jensen,” He said cheerfully, and you did your best to smile. “I’ll check you up today, so please climb up the table. Clothes off.”

You did as he told you, the table biting cold. Jensen pulled a pair of latex gloves over his hands, admiring your little naked figure. As he pulled the stirrups form under the table, your fingers trailed t he ouch the unnoticed straps at the levels of your arms and thighs.

“Sir?”

He tied the straps over your thighs, spreading you wide. You felt the breeze fly past your sensitive lips, and he took the moment of discomfort to catch strap your arms.

“It’s for your own safety,” He told you, holding up a syringe brimful with liquid. You gasped when he pricked your neck with it, the sedatives quickly surging through your body. Your eyes flopped closed lazily, and his hands started roaming your curves. He crawled over your body, he’ll have plenty of time to play with you.

Robert made his way to his office after being told he had someone expecting him there; surprisingly, the ambitious trust fund baby had gave him a visit.

“Drysdale,” he greeted, tensing when he saw the meticulous pouring of expensive whiskey.

“Pronge,” the man replied rising his glass with a smirk tugging his lips. “Heard she made quite an impression.”.

Robert’s guard flared up, approaching steadily. Ransom scooted over to plop at one of the mahogany chairs.

“Yes she did.”

“Where is she, right now?” Ransom pushed, eyes twinkling with mischief. Pronge took a deep breath as he downed his poured whiskey, the taste more bitter than ever.

“With Jensen, room 97.” He admitted, finally glaring at Ransom. “Let’s cut this short, what are you here for?”.

Random chuckled, lowering his glass. “I brought her here, I guess I’ll have some premium access, or at least some respect from you?” he argued. “I want her for tonight, all night.”

“I don’t think she’ll want that; or that it would be good for her.” Pronge acknowledged, a little too quickly. He realized how stupid it sounded when Ransom burst laughing, a bit too exaggerated.

“You care about that? About what she wants?” He questioned him, mockery in his tone. “I heard you sold her to Barnes and Barber, just barely two days in the job. Don’t lie to me Pronge, you don’t give a shit about the slut.”

With each word, Robert questioned his words. There was something coursing through his veins a s watched Ransom pick up his stuff, ready to leave.

“Dress her up real pretty and do me a favor,” He asked, swinging his expensive scarf over his neck. “teach her to suck cock.”

[stuckysdumbbitch]

Love and Lost

Summary: Daddy was there to take care of you, so why did he left you with that mean old man in that sour house?

pairings: Dark! Sebastian Stan Characters x little!reader x Dark!Chris Evans characters

warnings: 18+ content, smut (noncon/dubcon), prostitution, abuse of power, dark topics

Lost and Love

the painful praise

what am I?

burns

[stuckysdumbbitch]

the unpaid price

Summary: You and Justin owe big money, so going with the sketchy guy doesn’t seem like a bad idea, right?

Pairings: Sexworker! Justin Capshaw X sexworker! reader X dark! Robert Pronge

Warnings: 18 + content, noncon, sexwork, smut, gay sex, rough sex, spanking, degradation, misogyny kink, anal sex, humping, implied kidnapping, slight blood, minor violence (being knocked out), implied poverty.

Well sheesh

You could feel the cold biting into your skin as you clutched Justin’s hand tightly. It had been almost an hour, and no car seemed interested in the both of you. He shivered, clad in short denim shorts and a white crop top; an outfit that was not suitable for a cold autumn night and seemed to fail it’s purpose, gain customer.

You saw his lower lip beginning to pout, staring at the dark street filled to the brim with other coworkers; they at least had a man paying for them.

“Do you think we will make something tonight?” Justin suddenly asked you, and you blanked. He squinted at you, trying to see you clearly in the shitty lighting; he needed new glasses. “I haven’t eaten a full meal in two days.”

“Of course,” you answered briefly, clutching your purse tightly as you pulled Justin into a tight hug.

A loud honking interrupted the moment, and an expensive car popped right in front of you. The black Audi flashed at you and Justin, and you quickly obeyed the man’s gesture to come near.

“Hey there,” He sang when you perched yourself on your the window, Justin shyly behind you. “You two come in a pack?”

He was tall and broad, hair long and wavy. His squared glasses sat on the bridge of his nose as he leaned forward to viciously ran his eyes through your body.

“Yes sir,” you mumbled, hands tracing the soft curves of your black silky dress. He observed Justin too, before grinning widely.

“C’mon, you can ride shotgun doll.”

So you got into his car; It was nicer than the ones you had been before. You fiddled with the hem of your dress as he begun driving, jolting when he placed his big hand on top of your thigh.

“So does the pretty boy just sucks, or does that ass also work?”

You were too entranced on how big his hands looked on your thigh, you didn’t answer. Justin was quick to shift, arms covering his tummy.

“Whatever you like sir,” He responded, voice slightly grumpy as he watched the man’s hand tracing higher and higher up your leg. He hated whenever men touched you; that’s why he always offered himself first, so he was way fucked out to see you get fucked.

You heard the man snicker, finger dangerously closing to your core.

His fingertips grazed the lace of your thong, pulling in aside to feel inside.

“For a whore, you aren’t that much wet.” He commented crudely, trying to find your clit while his eyes scanned the road. Yet he didn’t seem mad, he was intrigued.

“Don’t call her a whore,” Justin bellowed, furrowing his brows. The man chuckled at his attitude, and you wanted to scold him for treating the client like that. The man turned into the thick dark forest of the night, he went deep enough to a clearing with a lake, where the moonlight reflected against the waters. You shivered at how empty the place looked.

“My name is Robert,” He begun, untying his seatbelt and parking the car. “But tonight, the twink will call me sir and you will call me Daddy, got it?”

You nodded, looking at him with interest. There was something off with him. You couldn’t give it much though, because he was tugging you into his lap in the blink of an eye. His hand roamed down your thighs, feeling the soft skin carefully as you felt the growing bulge on his pants.

“Hop in the front sit, slut.” He called Justin, and the brunet obeyed quickly, eager to take care closely of what the man would do to you.

“I think we should discuss safe words…” you stuttered, Pronge’s hands bunching the dress over your waist.

“Oh, you know how to talk?”He taunted, pushing you roughly against the steering wheel so your ass was raised in the air. He did a quick work of pulling down your panties, spreading your lips apart to take a good look inside.“Not for long, gonna fuck you dumb.”

A sharp slap fell against your cheek and you hissed, embracing the wheel for comfort. You heard a zipper go down, and a wide head pressing against the skin he just slapped.

He pushed your legs apart and forced you to sit back down where you though he was going to spear you in, but instead the length was between your folds. The veiny shaft rosed against your clit and you almost moaned.

“C’mon slut, rub yourself all over my cock.” He whispered in your ear, holding his dick against himself so you could feel more friction. You bucked your hips against him, feeling how your clit rubbed perfectly against his veins. You didn’t even budge when he tore open the top part of your dress, boobs spilling out freely so he could wrap a calloused hand around it. You knew how to put on a show, get good money. Your hands traveled to grasp the side of his head, knitting into his hair, while your lips parted to let out an almost pornographic moan.

Just before you were about to came, he pulled you over his cock to sink in perfectly. You moaned, in pain from the stretch but also in great pleasure. His dick pressed against that sweet spot inside you. They were never this good, just sloppy man who kept rubbing your labia in hopes something happened. He groaned deeply, pulling your hair to arch your back as he thrusted deeply into you sloppy core. The car was filled with both of your moans, and Justin was almost left forgotten until-

“Undress yourself bitch, gonna fuck that little peach next.” Pronge bellowed, fucking your fast and furious. Justin obeyed, tearing his clothes off until he was only in his bright white briefs. If you weren’t being fucked so hardly, you could almost notice the tears prickling his eyes with humiliation.

A strong hand moved your jaw so you could face Justin through your clouded vision. Robert held you down by your waist, frantically spearing up into you.

“Wanna kiss the pretty girl, fucking bitch?”

The only answer was a gasp as he knitted his hands through Justin’s soft curls, clashing your lips together. You quickly kissed him sloppily, trying to comply your best. Spit drooled from your lips, and Justin licked it greedily. In your dream induced state, your walls fluttered around Robert’s cock, soaking it with your plentiful squirt.

“Squeezing me so tight, little girl.” He groaned into your ear, pulling you close to his massive frame. “gonna break you, pretty girl.”

He grunted, rapidly turning his body around so your face planted onto the headrest. You grasped the cool metal when he landed another slap on your flesh, the rough denim rubbing with the area. Justin observed worriedly how you winced in pain, lower lip pouting as he so desperately wanted to help you.

Robert hold your hips, pushing you closer until you felt his hip crushing into your ass and his zipper chafing the skin around your entrance. His hot load shoot inside your tender walls, painting them white.

“C’mon dumb bitch, get your ass here.” The man growled, pushing you carelessly into the backseat. Justin obeyed, placing himself in your place as Robert reclined the seat.

You bend down, panting and tired, to peck a quick kiss in Justin’s soft lips. it was reassurance, to tell him everything was going to be okay, but Robert quirked up at the gesture.

“Need kisses to stop crying? fucking little bitch,” He taunted, pulling the briefs harshly across his plump cheeks. His ass was pale and bubbly, slightly bruised from a client that wanted to spank him.

“I’ve got lube,” you panted moving to grab your bag, but Robert pushed you back. You frowned, getting slightly annoyed.

“No why, we got enough here.” He gave you a smirk, lips thinning to show his sharp white teeth. His hand reached down to pull your thighs apart, and you winced at the introduction of two fingers in your sore entrance. “Look at that, perfectly wet.”

He smeared the mixture of his cum and your slick on Justin’s tight muscle; the younger man was shaking as Robert pushed two digits into his mouth. He almost gagged at the thickness, spitting into the fingers.

“I think you should use lube-“ you tried to say, a quick backhand with his hand covered in spit shutting you up.

You gasped, holding the stinging surface. The signet had clearly left a mark.

“That’s it,” Justin groaned, trying to reach over his clothes. “We are leaving.”

A loud hysterical laugh filled the room, and you and Justin faced each other, fear and confusion coating your features.

“You little bitches aren’t going anywhere,” Robert explained, hand traveling down to grab something under the seat. Your eyes went as wide as saucers when you saw it; shiny and black. A gun. “You aren’t so brave right now, huh?”

Justin was shivering. Your puppy was scared, but you were too. There was no use in comforting him when you were shaking like a leaf.

“You gonna fuck yourself on my cock, or I’ll blow your brains out.”Robert whispered in Justin’s ear, hot breath fanning over his face.

“No.”He cried through sobs. A true moment of stupidity. Robert was slightly shocked, but chuckled nonetheless. He delivered a quick spank to his pink muscle, making the boy whimper.

“I’m gonna fuck a tight ass tonight, where is you or your little whore I don’t care.” He growled, but Justin laid still. “You gonna fuck yourself on my cock or I’m gonna fucking kill this slut with my dick down her throat.”

Justin’s eyes widened through his glasses, and he nodded quickly, even wiggling his ass back against the shaft that laid between his cheeks. Robert grinned at you triumphantly, pressing his blunt head into his tight hole. Stretching his snug walls with his well endowed cock, the older man couldn’t keep his gaze off your shivering figure, the small whines of Justin being completely ignored.

He watched how tears fell down your eyes, that were based on the boy’s pained expression. Your dress was tattered, blood and slickness oozing out of you, staining the leather seats. Your body glistened with sweat, and your makeup had been ruined.

When he least noticed, he was thrusting into Justin, hermetically wrapped around him. So he stopped, pushing the gun through his curly hair to signal him to move.

“Tell me how much you love it,”he ordered darkly, voice filled with lust and raspy.

And he did; he clenched tightly and moved his plump ass against his hips, Robert peppering slaps on his pristine white skin.

“F-feels go-oo-od,”he lied through gritted teeth. And although it was fake, the man grinned. “Feels good sir. N-Nice and full.”

With all the crying, Robert felt himself come undone quickly. He held onto Justin’s hips, pulling him close and deep before spilling himself inside with a groan.

He must have seen how you relaxed when he finished, so he slammed the grip of the gun against your puppy’s head. His eyes went droopy before he fell head-first into the seat, glasses sliding off his nose. You heaved, more tears springing from your eyes like a faucet turned to its full capacity.

“Please,” you begged, voice hoarse. “please don’t do this, just let us leave- we won’t say anything!”

He pushed Justin’s unconscious body into the passenger seat, and begun crawling towards you. Pressing yourself against the door, you felt him hovering over you. His body heat was suffocating, almost unbearable as he spoke with a scent of whiskey and cigarettes lacing his tongue.

“Why would I let you two go? two pretty little whores.” he taunted, cupping your face in his dirty hands. “you gonna be the perfect momma for this little brat, gonna make you a respectable woman.”.

[stuckysdumbbitch]

a gift for the pet

summary: Pronge thinks his little toy is ready for his own little project.

pairings: dark!mercenary!Robert Pronge x maiden!reader x soft!dark!prince!Justin Capshaw

warnings: 18+ content, noncon, bondage, misogyny, bondage, slight blood, kidnapping, verbal abuse, gay blowjob, smut, loss of virginity, painful sex, crying.

I honestly want to thank @slothspaghettiwrites for the amazing drabbles, head cannons and fics that inspired me to do this.

—-

Justin almost stumbled, trying to catch up with Pronge’s fast pace; he was specially eager today. Justin could almost see the gears turning in his mind. A hand tightly grasping above his as he took him deeper and deeper into the vegetation. The big wolfish smile of his captor both scared and excited him.

The air smelled of wild flowers and salt, the scent of the forest on those flows summer days. Though Justin could pick up the specific notes of Pronge’s cheap cologne; his nose perched up at the smell, now that he knew it was signaling danger ever since he first sensed it that fateful night. The night everything was taken away from him.

Pronge suddenly stopped, leaving Justin’s hand to cross his broad arms, staring intently at the figure laying under the oak tree with a wide grin. Justin had to squint to realize who the figure was, for he always had bad eyesight.

When he realized who the maiden laying unconsciously on the ground was, he sprinted to her. There you laid, in a plain white gown, with tiny braids in your hair and sleeping soundly on the ground. He tried to grab your hand, only to find out it was clasped in thick ropes, so he decided to gently cradle your face until you woke up, brushing stray leaves from your locks.

Your skin felt delightful in his hands, soft as silk, and he kept stroking you awake. He turned to look at the beaming man, tears clouding his view from the panic that formed in his mind.

“Did you hurt her?”He asked, voice cracking with fear and exasperation.

“No,” Pronge snorted, nearing the two while pulling a small vial out of his pocket. “Got into her little cottage at night, the poor thing lives all alone,” he explained, talking as if he was telling him about a trip to the market. “just grabbed her all helpless; you should thank me, little slut.”.

“Thank you?”Justin asked, spatting the words with venom and ignoring the annoying nickname.

“Wasn’t she the little lady who was going to deflower you? Quite a story, the virgin prince gets the Primae Noctus of a insignificant maiden,” Pronge taunted, extending his arms in exaggeration. “Your Daddy was going to give her to you anyways, and since you’ve been behaving so good, though you deserved a little celebration, now don’t get that attitude with me if you don’t wanna get your little ass whipped.”.

Justin scowled at his words, still blushing deeply at them. He resumed to watch your face, your gentle features cooing him. He remembered how transfigured he has become with your beauty once his father professed who would be deflowering him. You were a mere servant, but he viewed you like a queen.

“What do you mean with celebration?”he questioned, still deeply angered. He didn’t wanted to drag you into this hell he was living.

“Don’t ya wanna, ya know, pop your cherry?” Pronge blurted out, tossing the vial with the purplish fluid. “wake her up, it’s more fun when they fight around some bit.”.

With that being said, he plopped down on the other side of the girl staring hungrily at her chest through the cleavage of the nightgown. Justin opened it and poured into the crevice of your lips, seeing your eyes flutter as you woke up.

“You majesty?” you meekly called out, eyes squinting by the sudden light. He found himself nodding, cradling your cheeks. “What-wait, where were you? the king-“.

You were interrupted by the fake cough. You jumped away from Pronge when you saw him, instantly looking for shelter at your prince’s arms.

“He’s the man!” you cried, curling even closer into him. “He took me, your majesty!”.

Robert chuckled, hands going down to unbuckle his belt.

“It’s okey,” Justin cooed, hands running down your body in faux soothe. His eyes wandered down your cleavage, staring hungrily at the women he always wished for. You were for him, after all.

“C’mon slut,” Pronge urged, pulling his hardening cock out of his briefs. “Either you fuck her or I do; someone pop her, look at those pretty legs.”.

“Your majesty-what does he mean?” You questioned, fear leaking into your words. Justin ignored you, bunching up your dress. “Your Majesty!”

You screams seemed to only excite him more, pulling your legs apart so he could inspect your bare core. His first time with a woman, yet he knew exactly what to do.

“Prince Justin! please let me leave-“

Pronge slapped his big hand over your mouth, the other beginning to pump his cock.

Justin’s thumb traced over your lips, inspecting the soft skin. He finally found a nub in the slit, just on top, and began rubbing it with force.

“What was his name? The man you were going to marry, Barnes right?” he asked, jealousy seeping through his voice. His tender demeanor from seconds ago had changed, as he roughly stroked your sensitive skin. “going to marry a peasant? I remembered how you cried when the king announced you were promised to me, a prince, yet you were going to willingly fuck a filthy peasant?”

The anger that laced his words had you sobbing, yet his ministrations had made you slick and relaxed. He pushed to fingers downwards your heat, spreading it apart to watch to tense and try to clamp your thighs shut, the drowsiness from the sleeping spell still affecting you.

He pushed two fingers into your virgin entrance, making you try to wiggle your hips away and tug Pronge’s hands away from your mouth. The older man seemed to be enjoying the moment, grunting with pleasure.

“Look at you slut; learned so well little bitch,” he praised Justin while observing carefully how his puppy’s fingers stretched you open painfully. “You gonna fuck this tiny pussy, make her all yours.”.

You shut your eyes, trying to believe it was your Bucky, giving you the illegal pleasure at the tree shielded field as you moaned underneath his touch. You missed him so much.

Your reminiscence was cut short by a third finger breaking into your pussy, and you kicked against Justin. He chuckled, and for a second he saw himself on you. Scared, eyes big and begging with tears, and wiggling against Pronge’s grasp.

But no one had mercy on him; his kidnapper wouldn’t stop tormenting him because he cried and begged, so why would he?

His fingers were held tight by your weeping entrance, trying to stretch the snug walls. You winced when he pulled his soaked fingers, a stinging burn in your core. The older man’s hand pulled down your cleavage, supple breasts spilling from the torn hemline. He pawed at them, taking one in his hand to pinch them roughly. You whined against his palm when he pinched your delicate nipples, calloused fingertips exploring the soft skin of your mounds carelessly.

The hand that he had clasped over your mouth grabbed his cock, but you couldn’t scream anymore; wails and sobs was all that came from your.

Justin undid the buttons of his pants, pulling from his flimsy underwear his cock. He was long and thin, but wasn’t as big as the man that held you captive or your lost love. Although, being a virgin, any length scared you.

“Gonna get you fucked, little lady,” Pronge taunted, his hot breath fanning over your ear. You shook your head, trying to zone out what was happening. “Yes, you are going to be the perfect gift for my puppy.”.

Justin placed your thighs over his, spreading you wide for him. After covering his dick with the slick from fingering your pussy, he spat on it. Pronge always did that.

“Your majesty.” You called out one last time, trying to convince him finally. He stared at you for a few seconds, pouting slightly like a kid who was denied his favorite candy; yet in this case, he would get what he wanted.

Leaning forward, cock brushing with your entrance, he whispered through choked breaths. “I just want to have you,”.

He slowly pushed inside, feeling guilty at your pained wails. The gut feeling was overwhelmed when he finally sunk completely into your tight channel. He gasped, jaw falling open and eyelids fluttering lazily. You choked on your bawls, the begging becoming more of a chant than an actual ask. Pronge relished on how you squealed, cute little features scrunching up in pain and even though it hurt Justin to see you like this, he couldn’t deny how pretty you looked when you cried.

“Please don’t be like that,” he begged, voice low from the pleasure of you throbbing around him. “My pretty girl, it hurts me,”.

“You are hurting me!” you shrieked through a sob, tied hands slamming into his chest.

“Hey!” Pronge barked, leaving your tits to wrap an arm around your waist trapping your arms in the way. “Behave, because I have no problem on being the one to pop your cherry, little bitch.”.

Justin’s movement seemed to try to go slow, stopping himself in a pace that seemed “tender” for him yet instantly forgetting and jackrabbiting into you. The pain didn’t seem to cease; it felt as if he was burning your insides, yet you couldn’t deny the ocasional glint of pleasure when his dick curved against your special spot.

You cried out when he made you cum, thick tears falling in shame as Justin pressed kisses along the column of your throat. He followed suit, arms wrapping around your waist to hold you tightly against his chest while he spilled his hot spend inside you.

He fell against Pronge, who quickly pulled him up by his collar. You winced when he pulled Justin to his side, making his softening cock leave your aching entrance. You closed your eyes shut when you saw the blood and cum spilling over your dress, trying to shut off the slobbering sound next to you.

“Fuck- such a good piggy,” the older men groaned, a hand around you and the other guiding Justin’s head over his length. “you gonna keep her- we can have a little slut around.”.

[slothspaghettiwrites]

Back to bless you with more prison AU shit, albeit, way later than I had planned. Things are gonna get spicy!

“Kitten, c’mon, tell me how it feels.” Bobby’s knuckles were white around the phone as he stared at you through the glass, gripping his cock under the table as he watched your breasts heave with deep breaths. You had unbuttoned your dress enough that they were bare to his gaze, the drape of the fabric keeping you covered up enough that none of the guards or inmates could tell what was going on unless they were looking over your shoulder.

“So wet and tight, Bobby.” You curled your fingers against your sweet spot and moaned softly, making Bobby growl. “Miss that big cock so fucking much.”

“That’s ‘cause she’s mine.” This might have been a bad idea, he was ready to break the fucking glass so he could finally lose himself in that perfect snatch. “You close?”

The only answer you gave was a soft whine as your body shivered with pleasure, your eyes fluttering and your teeth sinking into your lip until you were finally able to breathe again.

“Goddamn it, baby.” He was right there himself, grinding into his hand desperately. “How’s it taste?”

You beamed at him when you drew your fingers up your torso, smearing some of your cum over one of your nipples before popping them into your mouth with a low hum, and he snarled when he felt his cum flood his pants.

“Mmm, it’s sweet, Bobby. Not as sweet as yours though.” You dragged your tongue over the arch of your finger slowly, glancing at something over his shoulder and winking. “We’ve got an audience.”

Bobby blinked a couple times before turning, rolling his eyes when he saw his stupid bitch looking at you curiously. The smaller man shuffled away with a blush when he realized you had seen him, ducking his head when he went to the booth where his lawyer was waiting.

“Aww, you’re not even gonna start a fight with him, baby?” You teased, starting to redo the buttons on the front of your dress. “You know he was looking right at them, right?”

“Please, that bitch wouldn’t know what to do with those pretty tits if you shoved them in his face, kitten.” He turned back to face you and ran a hand through his hair.

“That’s your bitch, Bobby?” You ran your tongue over your bottom lip and he growled at you. “He’s awful pretty. Might make me jealous.”

“Quit being a teasing cunt.” Bobby’s voice was a low purr when he watched you slowly suck the rest of the slick off your fingers. “Tell me what the lawyer said.”

“Less than a month. Finally found a friendly judge.” You grinned wickedly at him as you leaned back in your seat. “Just think, only a couple weeks then you get to see her up close. Sure hope you don’t come like a chump the first time you feel my warm cunt wrapped around you.”

“Don’t you fucking worry, kitten, ‘m gonna taste her first, make her nice and wet and sloppy before I slide home.” He groaned at the thought of finally eating your sweet pussy after such a long time, squirming in his seat as he started to grow hard again. “Shit, I fucking need it, baby. God, lemme see her again, please.”

“Jesus, you are so goddamn impatient.” You sighed deeply and shook your head at him. “I’m too fucking soft on you, Bobby, but fuck if I don’t miss that big cock.”

His tongue flicked out to wet his lips when you stood slowly, propping one foot on the the table like you were adjusting your sandal and lifting your skirt until your perfect snatch was filling his vision. He grunted and slammed his palm into his thigh when you opened yourself up even more with your fingers, the thick cream of your release still leaking out of you and making him want to go completely feral. One of the guards started walking towards you and you straightened yourself out quickly, winking at Bobby when he moved past you before muttering a soft goodbye. The next few weeks were going to be torture for him.

He followed one of the guards back to his cell, already frustrated despite his earlier release. Pulling out the pair of your panties that he’d stashed, not the ones he made the bitch wear, but the pair you’d bled on, and wrapping it around his aching cock barely helped. But he needed something to hopefully keep him from obsessing over you.

The cell door clanged open and he shoved his cock and the panties back in his jumpsuit with a curse, scowling at his cell mate when he walked in with a sullen look on his face. Robert just ignored him, waiting for the guard to move away before drawing himself back out with a low groan.

Justin watched the older man jerk himself off, chewing his lip nervously as he thought about things. The way Robert had looked at you had made him feel something close to envy, the violent hunger that he had become accustomed to seeing in his eyes softened by desperation and some other sentiment he wouldn’t have thought possible. And all he wanted was for Robert to look at him like that.

Robert’s eyes shot open when the younger man stepped forward and wrapped his hand around his cock, chuckling darkly when he bent over and suckled gently at his swollen head.

“Fuck, broke you in real good.” He purred when Justin swallowed him whole, gulping and slurping around him until drool was leaking from the corners of his mouth. “From uptight prude to my dirty little cockslut. Didn’t even need to ask this time.”

Justin moaned around Robert, his own cock straining against his jumpsuit as he slobbered all over himself, desperate to make him feel so good he forgot all about whoever the fuck you were. Then he saw the bloody panties and made a disgusted noise, trying to pull away from them and off Robert with a muffled whimper that had the large man rolling his eyes.

“Don’t be a fucking tease.” He grabbed Justin’s hair and forced his face to meet his pelvis, fucking into his throat viciously and growling under his breath while he smashed the panties into his cheek with a sneer. “You got a problem with a little blood, bitch? You better get over that real quick.”

Justin choked when Robert shoved the panties over his nose and held them there, holding him down and grinning as he spluttered around him while he shot his cum down his throat. He waited until his face started turning red before releasing him, laughing at the sour look on his face while he tucked himself away again, giving the panties a final deep inhale before shoving them under his pillow. The bitch just pouted at him while he tried to catch his breath, wiping the drool off his face and trying to look pissed off.

“Who the fuck was that bitch?”

He didn’t even see Robert move. One second he was standing there with a lame snarl on his face and the next he was sprawled across the cell floor, his jaw aching and blood filling his mouth from where the man’s fist had smashed into him.

“You jealous, boy? You should be.” He pushed his hair out of his face as he bent over Justin, licking his bottom lip and grinning while he watched the smaller man squirm and whimper. “Don’t matter how good you get at sucking cock, you got nothing on her sweet cunt. You decide not to be a brat, maybe I’ll even let you suck her cum off me once I get to bury myself in her again.”

“What?” Justin rubbed his face as he sat up.

“Just a couple weeks and you’re gonna have the cell all to yourself for a night, bitch.” Robert hopped onto his bunk and started to settle in for a nap. “Lawyer finally got me a pass to spend some quality time with the wife”

EEP FREEZY AND HIS LADY ARE GET THEIR VISIT 😩😩😩😩

First rule of prison, don't insult your prison daddy's wife.

Justin being jealous 🥺 oh my goodness baby don't get attached to him, blowjobs ain't gonna make him love you. Don't let him break the merchandise when you know Freezy's gonna find a way to get out while you're still trapped in prison. Gonna have to find you another daddy after him. Unless of course, the wife does take a shine to you as well 👀 I wonder how long Justin would have lasted in that basement? Does this Justin kill to prove his loyalty to Freezy? Are Freezy and his lady planning a prison break? I have so many questions 😩

I love this and I love you 💙💙💙💙💙

[darksongofnyx]

Note: This is my first dark fic series as well as the first time I’ve ever written any type of smut, I’m usually more a ‘fade to black’ type writer when it comes to smut. I really hope it’s decent and you’re able to enjoy it. I’ve never written these characters before so they’re probably out of character (I’m still trying out how to make Robert meaner & darker).

So far I’m only planning on 3 parts, but if people like it enough I’d be open to writing headcanons or drabbles

I would like to say a special thank you to @slothspaghettiwrites for inspiring this fic with her Robert x Justin aus ♥️

Summary: You and your step-brother Justin have an extremely close bond, maybe a little too close. A new person enters your life and vows to turn you both into his perfect toys

Word Count: 1571

Series Warnings: This is a DARK FIC and contains dark themes! incest adjacent (step siblings raised together), you and Justin being innocent and naive, mentions of church (no denomination is named) dry humping, hand jobs, cum eating/licking/swallowing, spitting in mouths, really bad bdsm dynamics, kinda dub con, little to no aftercare, creampies

- I will add further warnings if they are needed in the other two chapters

This was not beta read so I apologize for any typos and mistakes

** I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted on any other platform without my written consent **

Even though you and Justin are step-siblings, your parents had married while you both were still fairly young, allowing you and Justin to grow up together. You guys are ridiculously close, your parents thought nothing of it, they were happy to see the two of you getting along.

To say you and Justin were sheltered would be an understatement. Your parents were protective, neither wanting the evils of the world corrupting their innocent babies. You were both homeschooled if you could call it that since the curriculum was mostly about how to be an obedient child.

Justin and you were so innocent and naive to the outside world, despite technically being adults your parents still treated you both like you were children.  The lack of real world experiences left the two of you naive to most things, especially when it came to being an adult.

One day you’re out in the back garden having a tea party when you see your neighbors having sex in their backyard, although you just thought of it as naked cuddling. They don’t see you, but as you watch you don’t know what’s happening to your body or what you’re feeling, you just know you wish it was happening to you cuddling with that man.

Later that night, in the privacy of the bedroom you share with Justin, you tried explaining what you saw and felt to him but he didn’t seem to get it, so you decided to show him. Justin’s confused but he goes along with what you’re telling him to do, he gets in your bed and lies on top of you. Lifting your nightgown so you can wrap your legs around his slim waist, just like you saw your neighbor do to the man. As he begins to rub against you, he starts to feel himself growing hard. Lost in how good it’s feeling, his pace quickens and he’s grinding into you even harder.

Quiet sweet little moans leave your lips as you feel a coil tightening in your belly, right as you feel like you're about to snap, Justin’s own moans fill your ears as the coil snaps and your hold on Justin tightens, making him increase the pressure he uses. His body stutters on top of you before you feel a wet spot against your belly that matches the dampness in your panties, you watch Justin sit up and you can see the wet spot on the front of his pajama bottoms.

There’s a heavy silence between you before you shyly speak up, “I liked it, did you?”

He pushes his glasses up before he just nods yes, “I did, I think I wanna do it again.”

“Me too,” you sleepily smile, before asking him to cuddle with you. Justin rolls off of you and sets his glasses on your nightstand before cuddling up beside you, both of you quickly falling asleep.

Sharing a bed wasn’t anything out of the ordinary for you and Justin, so when your parents check in on you before they head to bed they think nothing of seeing you curled around Justin.

What happened between you and Justin that night seemed to open Pandora’s box and all you wanted to do was explore each other’s bodies. Each night you would take turns exploring what you each liked.

Justin had found that he enjoyed sucking on your breasts, he’d lay on top of you as he licked and sucked on your nipples. As much as he loved the feeling it gave him, he also loved the feeling of your fingers tangled in his hair and you grinding against his thigh while he did it.

And you liked it when Justin would use his long fingers to play with your pussy, a new word you’d learned from a girl at church. You loved the way he played with the little nub hidden in your folds and how he’d keep going until your legs would shake.

Weeks later you learned that your parents would be leaving you home alone for two weeks so they could attend a church marriage retreat. They said you and Justin were old enough to finally be home by yourselves but that they’d have a neighbor come over and check in on things.

Finally, on your own, it didn’t take long for you to cross that final line of exploring each other’s bodies without any clothes on, and Justin was excited to explore things in the light of day or the need to muffle the sounds you each make.

It’s a quiet afternoon that finds Justin laying naked in his bed, he watches as you kneel naked in between his legs with your soft hands slowly working up and down his hard and weeping cock, memorized by the way your breasts move as you continue to stroke him. He feels himself getting close as he asks you to tighten your grip and begs you to please go faster.

The opening of the bedroom door and the sudden appearance of a visitor ruins Justin’s chances at an orgasm

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

Both of you scramble to cover yourselves with a blanket as your neighbor, Mr. Pronge stands in the doorway with a dark look in his eyes.

“Looks like mommy and daddy’s sweet little angels aren’t the good little girl and boy they like to brag about,” Robert teases

Both you and Justin are silent, neither able to find the words to defend yourselves.

Robert walks over to the bed, he lifts your chin with his finger as he looks down at you, “and just what were you two doing, Princess?”

“Just playing,” you shrug, trying to avoid his eyes.

Robert laughs in response, “Is that so? Do you like playing with his cock?”

You shyly nod

“And what about you, Baby Doll? Have you been playing with her sweet little pussy?”

Justin answers with a quiet, “yes.”

Robert licks his lips watching you and Justin scared and huddled together, he never would have imagined that the wholesome quiet family next door hid such a fucked up secret.

It was at that moment Robert knew he was going to have fun. He knew your parents would be back in less than a week, but that was a problem he’d deal with later, but in the meantime, he had to go back to his place and collect some much-needed supplies, if you and Justin wanted to play with each other it was only right that you had the right toys to do so.

“Get dressed,” he orders, “now, I expect dinner to be on the table waiting for me when I get back. Is that understood?”

Both of you nod in agreement but neither of you makes any effort to leave Justin’s bed while Robert’s still in the room, but he repeats the order with an angry tone causing you and Justin to scramble putting your clothes back on.

Once Robert leaves, you go about heating up one of the many frozen meals your mother made before leaving for their trip.

“Do you think he’s gonna tell mama and daddy?” You ask, placing the ceramic dish in the preheated oven.

“I don’t know, do you think they’d be mad?”

Tears threaten to fall down his face, he takes off his glasses to wipe them away. You take him into your arms, hoping to relieve some of his worry that your parents would be mad or try to take you away from him. You hold each other tightly not wanting to think about the possibility of living without the other.

Dinner was just being taken out of the oven while Justin was setting the table when Robert walked through the back door with a duffle bag slung over his shoulder, you and Justin watched with nervous eyes as Robert walked past you into the living room, you followed behind him like good little ducklings, nervously holding each other’s hand while you watched Robert lays out toys, restraints, and paddles.

Without any explanation of the things he’s set out, Robert heads into the dining room where dinner was waiting. He takes his place at the head of the table, while you and Justin sit in your usual seats beside each other.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” Robert asks you, “you’re the lady of the house now, it’s your job to serve us.”

“Yes, Mr. Pronge,” you answer, getting up of your seat

Robert stops you by grabbing your arm, “hey, it’s Daddy from now on, no more of that Mr. Pronge bullshit. That goes for the both of you.”

Brief confused glances are exchanged between you and Justin before nodding yes.

“But Mr. Pron-, Daddy, what about our real daddy?” You asked, placing a plate of food in front of him.

“I’m the only Daddy you have to worry about from now, Princess.”

Once you finish serving yourself and Justin you sit back down, Justin takes your hand and holds it underneath the table as the three of you eat.

The dinner conversation is far different from one you’d have with your parents, Robert insists on learning everything you and Justin have done together. He was surprised at how little the two of you have actually done, mostly handjobs and heavy petting.

Fuck, he was going to have such fun corrupting both of you and molding you into his perfect little fuck toys.

[darksongofnyx]

Note: I’m so sorry for the delay in getting this chapter posted, I was having trouble with the beginning of it. I’m not totally happy with, but I think it’s okay. Also, this chapter has my first ever smut scene. I’m so nervous 🙈

I know I said there would be three parts, well now it’s shaping up to be a little more than that. Possibly four or five parts, not totally sure yet.

Chapter Summary: Robert has some fun with his toys

Word Count: 1762

Series Warnings: This is a DARK FIC and contains dark themes! Fem!reader, step sibling incest, you and Justin being innocent and naive, both reader and Justin are over 18, mentions of church (no denomination is named) dry humping, hand jobs, cum eating/licking/swallowing, spitting in mouths, really bad bdsm dynamics, kinda dub con, little to no aftercare, creampies, oral sex (m receiving), bisexual!Robert, bisexual!Justin, out of character writing (I know I’m not getting Robert & Justin right 😔), dub con recording and taking photos, sex toys (mention), Robert is a shitty husband, unnamed wife

Please let me know if I have missed anything that needs a warning!

This was not beta read so I apologize for any typos and mistakes

As always, a special thank you to @slothspaghettiwrites and their Robert x Justin aus that inspired this!

** I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted on any other platform without my written consent **

Robert called them toys, but they certainly didn’t look like any toys your parents had ever given you. While you thought that some, in particular the ones that slightly resembled Justin’s cock, looked like they would be fun to play with since you knew you liked playing with Justin, who also found himself wanting to play with those as well. Justin was also curious about the one that looked like a flashlight and found himself wondering what the rings and the different sized egg shaped things with the flared ends were for.

Being the good and obedient toys that you are, you both quietly sit on the couch, still holding on tightly to one another’s hand waiting for Robert’s next command

There was so much Robert wanted to do to the both of you that it was almost overwhelming, he didn’t know where he wanted to begin. He eyes the thick purple double ended dildo, part of him not really caring that neither one of you had gone that far yet. Fuck, he wanted to see you both wrecked and cock drunk so badly but he ultimately decides he’d rather use his own cock to wreck your tight little virgin holes.

Pondering his choices, Robert flops down in your father’s recliner. Fuck it, he’ll just wing it and see how far he can push his new toys.

“Strip,” he orders. He watches as you and Justin stand up to start removing articles of clothing, “Stop, I want you to undress each other.”

Once you turn to face each other, you smile at Justin while you take off his shirt before ridding him of his pants all while trying to pretend Robert isn’t sitting a few feet away watching you like a hawk. Justin watches as your dress falls to the floor, he fumbles with the hooks of your bra before finally taking it off. He lets out a moan as your hand brushes against his cock when you pull down his briefs, his body still aching for the orgasm that Robert ruined.

Justin returns the favor as he pulls your panties down and helps you step out of them, once they’re off Robert has you give them to him. Robert brings the white cotton panties to his nose, inhaling your scent while he starts to stroke his own cock. He has you both sit back on the couch, ordering you to spread your legs.

He starts dictating how he wants you to touch one another, watching as you both listen to his instructions. There’s something about the way you moan when he tells Justin to slide one of his fingers inside your pussy, or the sounds Justin makes when your lips brush against the tip of his cock when Robert tells you to spit on it. Not caring whether or not you’ve cum, he stops you and tells the two of you to kneel in front of him as he cums, making sure to get some on both of your faces. In his post orgasm haze, he manages to snap a few pics of your cum covered faces, and a video of you licking his cum off each other.

🎀

Robert had never really noticed how little your family had actually left the house, he watched your house for days just waiting for them to leave but since their return from the retreat the only time they ever left the house was for church with you and Justin in tow. He decided if he couldn’t see you in person then maybe he needed to change tactics, so he takes a trip to the local electronics store to pick up a decent cell phone and some other goodies.

Robert has never known to be a patient man so it was surprising that it took him a week and a half to lose his patience with your parents. On an afternoon when his wife is out getting her hair or nails done, Robert wasn’t listening and he really didn’t care, he crosses the street and walks towards your house, he does his best to hide his frustration and asks your parents if Justin could help him with some random house repair that his wife was complaining about. Your father laughs at the request, saying he knows exactly how wives can be and gladly sends Justin right over.

Once he has his baby doll in the privacy of his basement, Robert wastes no time in having Justin strip for him. Robert circles Justin like a predator surveying its prey, his cock growing hard at the sight of the slender body of the young man that stands before him, he cannot fucking wait to corrupt him.

“Have you and your sister been good while daddy’s been gone?”

“Yes,” Justin nervously responds, trying to cover himself

“Yes, what?” Robert asks, harshly slapping Justin’s bare ass making the younger man cry out

“Yes, daddy.”

Justin curiously eyes the camera and ring light setup on a tripod in front of him, his sweet innocent mind doesn’t think of how Robert truly plans to use the camera and instead thinks of the video game streamers he’s heard the boys at church talk about.

Robert steps behind the camera, changing its position as he looks through the viewfinder. Once he finds the perfect position he turns on the ring light and begins recording.

“Now, since daddy can’t spend time with you and Princess, I’m gonna teach you a lesson that I expect you to teach your sister, do you understand?”

“Yes, daddy.”

Robert walks from behind the camera and instructs Justin to get on his knees, he watches as Justin sinks down to his knees. Justin looks up at him, his wide and innocent eyes watch Robert and all he can think about is all the different ways he wants to corrupt the young man at his feet. He instructs Justin to undo his belt and pants, and to pull out his hard cock.

“I want you to suck on it like you do a lollipop.”

Justin opens his mouth, at first only taking in the tip, looking up at Robert for his approval before taking as much of Robert’s cock as he could into his mouth. Robert grows impatient with Justin’s slow pace, he grabs a handful Justin’s hair and begins to fuck his face, not caring that Justin’s gagging as Robert hits the back of his throat, if anything the sounds of him gagging and fighting against Robert‘s control makes it so much more enjoyable. He can feel himself getting close, he makes Justin take the full length of cock, he watches as Justin’s face is flush against the patch of hair on his pelvis, looking up at Robert with fear in his innocent eyes. He holds Justin’s face against his body, the younger man tries to fight against Robert’s control. When Robert finally lets go of Justin’s head, pulling his throbbing cock out of his mouth, he sits back with tears in his eyes, trying to catch his breath.

“Stay put,” Robert orders while stroking his drool-covered cock in Justin’s face, “open your mouth and stick out your tongue.” Robert comes with a loud grunt, making sure to get his cum in Justin’s mouth and on his face.

“Keep your mouth open,” Robert orders while he pulls out his phone, opening the camera app and taking photos of Justin’s cum covered face. “Good boy, now swallow.”

Justin obeys and swallows, he looks back up at Robert through his lashes, with cum on his glasses obstructing his vision.

“Such a good boy for daddy,” Robert helps Justin to his feet, he notices how hard Justin had become, “I think you deserve something for doing such a good job today.” Robert positions Justin so that he’s facing the camera and Robert stands behind him, he spits in his hand before wrapping his large hand around Justin’s cock. Not wasting any time, Robert uses fast strokes and Justin’s moaning gets louder, resting his head against Robert’s chest

“See how nice Daddy can be when you’re a good boy?”

Justin, lost in the pleasure of having Robert’s big strong hand stroking him and how different it feels compared to your soft hands, can only moan in response as he feels himself close to his climax.

“Come on, be a good little slut and cum for Daddy,” Robert orders Justin, who obeys his Daddy and cums, Robert continues to stroke Justin’s cock, spreading the cum along his sensitive length.

When Robert finally stops he brings his cum covered hand up to Justin’s mouth, “clean up your mess,��� he orders.

Justin complies, he licks the palm of Robert’s hand before sucking his fingers cum off each finger.

“Such a good little whore for Daddy. Now, clean yourself up,” Robert says before pushing Justin off of him and throws a rag at Justin.

The younger man wipes the mixture of his and Robert’s cum off his face and glasses before putting his clothes back on.

Robert hands Justin a cell phone, “now, I want you to teach your sister what we just did. I want you to film it and send it to me. Do you understand?”

Justin looks at the device in his hands, “I..I’ve never used one of these before.”

“Jesus Christ, I fucking swear,” Robert scoffs, he walks Justin through how to take pictures, record videos, and how to send them. Robert makes sure to tell Justin that his number is the only one allowed to be saved, and they are only to communicate with him.

🎀

Later that night, as Robert is bored to death watching some shitty reality show that his wife likes in order to get her off his back about spending quality time with her, he gets a notification on his phone. Opening up the message, he’s greeted by a thumbnail of you naked on your knees with a mouthful of Justin’s cock. With a smile on his face, he tucks the phone back into his pocket, looks over to his wife, who is captivated by the drama of some rich housewives, between the video he made with Baby Doll and this new one of Princess, he might actually be able to fuck her for the first time in months.