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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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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I got a fashion ask for you in advance . What if dark reader dresses her subs from Justin to robbert pronge and dennis when y/n first took them
Oo, I love this, ok!
When you first take your sweet basenment husband, you want to ease them into being comfortable.
Dennis
You keep the polo and slacks trend for his day to day, just with some more style to it. He may be in the basement, but you still want him to look nice. Plus you want to show him that there's more to knit shirts than that Pepto Bismol pink polo he loves. Although, you do let him keep it and wear it from time to time.
Justin
You take a lot of his own clothes, you really want him to feel comfortable, and having his own clothes really helps with that. He is comforted by the fact that you grabbed all his favorite sweaters. This is one of the reasons he breaks so fast.
Bobby
Similar to the others, you take some of his own clothes but you make sure he wears tight pants fairly often. He gets annoyed at how tight they are and it's hilarious. It's definitely part of the torment.
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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.
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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.”
#natalie writes#kinktober 2021#robert pronge#mr freezy#robert pronge x justin capshaw#natalie's nasty kinktober#robert pronge x you#robert pronge x y/n#robert pronge x reader#mr freezy x y/n#mr freezy x fem!reader#mr freezy dark fic#mr freezy x reader#mr freezy x you#tw dark fic#tw dark content#dead dove do not eat#eighteen and over#eighteen plus
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Princess!reader luring virgin crownprince!Justin into the woods, to have a little make out session. Out of nowhere two orcs step into their way. Sweet Justin steps in front of reader ready to protect her, knowing he doesn't stand a chance against them. When the taller orc starts stepping closer to them, Justin starts screaming at him to not come closer. The orc just starts laughing and says "heard that Lee? Little prince doesn't want us to come closer. Thinks he can protect the princess. Sweetheart why don't you come here to finally give us a kiss, we are waiting". Tears slowly start to run down his chubby cheeks as reader goes over to the two orcs and gives them a messy kiss. Justin starts questioning what’s going on, to which Lee just replies “It’s been so long since Robert and I had a virgin ass and our sweet wife wanted to change that, so she decided to gift us to our anniversary a virgin, you. Now be good and you may last longer than the last one”.
YES BESTIE
Afternoon Delight
Warnings: Monster'fucking', Dark!Orc!Lee, Dark!Orc! Robert, Dark! Princess!Reader, Aged Up!Justin (Always, of course), threats of violence, kissing, heavyish petting, implied future noncon
Justin was so sweet, it bled from his pores and soul. You could taste it on your tongue as you traced his lips. His own nervous fingers trailed over the delicate embroidery on your bodice, never quite touching you enough. It was a glorious afternoon for a bit of fun and mischief, convincing your betrothed to go wandering with you was simple.
He pressed more firmly into the tree you leaned against, his hips trying to catch against yours. The tug at his hair made him whimper, another sweet thing about the prince. The noises he made like a desperate, needy, lost thing. Truly he seemed innocent of everything. You were even his first kiss.
You opened your eyes when you heard them. There was a twig snapped, or rustling of leaves. The forest was a loud place, so when quiet descended you knew they were near. Lee's grunt sounded first.
Justin broke the kiss with a gasp and quickly turned around, guarding your modesty. He looked up at the orc with fear, but stood his ground.
"Do-Don't come any closer," his voice shook so much you could hide your giggle.
"Hear that Robert? Don't come any closer," Lee laughed, clutching his round belly.
His head whipped around as he looked for the second orc, but you knew Robert. How he liked to play games of hide and seek. Suddenly you were ripped from behind Justin and crashed into a hard, fuzzy chest. Your fingers curled into the large hand around your waist.
"You know I like to see everything up close and personal." Robert's other hand moved to your neck tilting your head further back. "Now what do you say?"
"You win, husbands."
Justin's spluttering turned to harsh gasp as Robert drove his thick tongue into your mouth. Finally some pleasure.
"You gonna gimme a kiss too now, sugar?"
You smiled, almost wickedly, as you sauntered up to Lee and tugged him down by a tusk. You took charge of the kiss, letting your tongue dance with his before pulling away, a line of drool connecting you together.
"Can I watch you open your present, husbands?"
Justin had gone white as a sheet, his back now pressed up against the tree. A tear slipped down his round cheek, making Robert chuckle. His mouth kept opening like he had questions, but no sound escaped.
"You keep up this pretty little act, your highness, you gonna have our girl thinking we can't perform right." Lee spun you around just as Robert wrapped his fingers around the Prince's neck. "I want his mouth first. Need to have him crying around my dick while he swallows my cum."
Another whimper, this time laced with fear and so much more intoxicating dribbled out of Justin's mouth.
"Now you be as loud as you can while we break in this whore, show your betrothed just how you hate us, and maybe if she likes you, she'll keep you." Robert jerked and Justin fell to his knees.
"Princess..."
"Can I touch myself while I watch?" You ignore him, throwing looks at Robert and Lee.
"I wanna see that pussy dripping by the time we are done with this, whore."
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@slothspaghettiwrites let’s do a 2 for 1
I'm gonna tag @littlelioncub43 too because I know you're gonna love this.
Dark!College!Justin Capshaw x Dark!Reader x Dark!Robert Pronge
Bobby's first mistake was thinking that Justin was just your date, a little boy toy you took around to bars to dote on for fun.
His second mistake was agreeing to come back to your place. Your adorable stumbling and slurred words drawing him in with the promise of an easy fuck.
His third? Falling for that sweet smile when you pulled out the rope and said you wanted to try something. The moment his wrists came together in a knot that he couldn't untie himself, you kicked his legs out from under him and jerked him into the corner. You'd been so sweet up until now, gotten him incredibly hard with your mouth, but all semblance of softness was gone.
Your smile was replaced with a sneer that only softened minutely when the bedroom door creeped open. Robert would come to know that the kid, college aged with a baby face, was called Justin.
“Look baby, I caught one.” You preened up at him, his arms wrapping around your middle while he surveyed the other, tied up in pretty knots and immobilized.
“Yeah, you did, look at you go.” His praise sent electricity you your spine, side stepping you so he could stalk towards Bobby. Justin hooked two fingers under a length of rope and tugged, testing the tension.
“I’ll fuckin’ kill you,” Robert spat, though he was incredibly less intimidating with his erection still apparent.
“No, you won’t.” Justin shrugged, unfazed. He turned back to you, a doting smile spread across his face. “Why did you pick this one, huh?” Justin stood, snagging your wrist and pulling you into his chest to frame your face with his large hands.
“He has pretty hair.”
“Oh, I see.” Justin lays a chaste kiss into your hairline before turning you, your skirt flaring from your hips in the twirl.
“Keep your eyes on him, puppy,” he says, the large hands that were just on your face now pressing on the small of your back, urging you to bend at the waist.
Lowering your top half revealed the gusset of your panties under your skirt, and the wet patch that had only grown since you left the club. Justin peeled them down your legs, stepping out from behind you to pad back over to Bobby.
“Here ya go, man. A treat.” Bobby’s mouth moved to reply and Justin took the opportunity to stuff the fabric in it.
“Now,” he continued, satisfied with the way Bobby was bound and gagged beneath him, “if you don’t mind. I got a princess to rail. If you’re nice I’ll even let you lick it clean when I’m done.”
#justin capshaw x reader#justin capshaw#robert pronge#robert pronge x reader#dark fic#disgusting drabble weekend
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Sloth's Monstrous Kinktober 2021
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3A1DUSS
by SlothSpaghetti
Well... it is finally here. Kinktober. This year is dedicated to me turning my faves into monsters and fucking them. Hope you enjoy!
Words: 1164, Chapters: 1/31, Language: English
Fandoms: Marvel, MCU, The Devil All the Time (2020), Knives Out (2019), The Losers, Law & Order, The Iceman - Fandom, The Bronze - Fandom, Defending Jacob (TV 2020)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Categories: F/F, F/M, Gen, M/M
Characters: Victor Creed, Lee Bodecker, Sam Wilson, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Bruce Banner, Justin Capshaw, Johnny Storm, Wanda Maximoff, Natasha Romanoff, Jake Jensen, thor odinon, Loki Laufeyson, Andy Barber, Helmut Zemo, Stephen Strange, Robert Pronge, Lance Tucker, Wade Wilson, Ransom Drysdale
Relationships: Victor Creed x Reader, Lee Bodecker x Reader, sam wilson x reader, tony stark x reader, Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Bruce Banner x Reader, justin capshaw x reader, johnny storm x reader, wanda maximoff x reader, natasha romanoff x reader, Jake Jensen x Reader - Relationship, thor odinson x reader, loki laufeyson x reader, andy barber x reader, Helmut Zemo x Reader, Stephen strange x reader, robert pronge x reader, Lance Tucker x reader, wade Wilson x reader, Ransom Drysdale x Reader
Additional Tags: Kinktober 2021, Monsterfucking, Exophilia, Reader Insert, Additional Warnings In Author's Note
read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3A1DUSS
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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.
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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.
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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.
#justin capshaw x reader#justin lafferty x reader#robert pronge x reader#mr. freezy x reader#robert pronge x justin capshaw#robert pronge x justin lafferty#robert pronge x reader x justin capshaw#dark fic#dub con#inc*st#non con#step sibling inc*st#fem!reader
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Main Masterlist
summary: once you’re in, you can’t get out, you will be trapped with them forever.
#robert pronge#dark robert pronge x reader#justin capshaw#jake jensen#mr freezy#mr freezy x reader#lloyd hansen#andy barber#max burnett#jack benjamin#jake wyler#tj hammond#bryce langley#playing with the devils#playing with the devils au
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summary: Justin doesn’t know what the jocks are always talking about. What is sex? Luckily his stepmom wants to explain it to him and show him.
#justin capshaw x y/n#law and order justin capshaw#justin capshaw x reader#justin capshaw x you#justin capshaw x mommy!reader#justin capshaw x robert pronge#ruining the innocent AU#ruining the innocent
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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
Pairing: Robert Pronge x Reader x Justin Capshaw
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
* more warnings will be added as needed *
Chap. One | Chap. Two | Chap. Three
#justin capshaw x reader#justin lafferty x reader#mr. freezy x reader#robert pronge x reader#robert pronge x reader x justin capshaw#robert pronge x justin lafferty#robert pronge x justin capshaw#dark fic#dub con#non con#step sibling inc*st#inc*st
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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.”
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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.”.
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An idea I had in mind: Robert kidnapping then forcing Justin and his step sister to perform lewd acts for the sake of their survival. He aims a gun at Justin’s head while is other hand aims his leaking cock toward’s his step sister’s pussy. Or Robert duck taping the two to a chair with the reader sitting right on Justin’s cock. She can’t lift herself off and there’s a vibrator inside Justin’s ass. The reader has one taped to her clit. There’s a chain that connects their nipples (because they’ve been so inseparable, he just wanted to make it literally). Robert fucks the reader’s ass while shes still trapped on her step brother’s cock.
I just 🥵 I just 🤤 I just 😩
NONNIE
The nipple chains really sold this for me not gonna lie 🤭🤭🤭
#sloth asks#nonnie#justin capshaw x robert pronge#the train to hell just got a whole lot hotter#stepsister!reader#stepcest#tw stepcest#dark fic#dark content#tw non con#non con
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Got a teensy bit carried away with this one, so it’s a two parter!! I’m not even sorry!
Head’s up, y’all, we’re getting rough, ‘cause it’s been way too long for kitten and Bobby. (Justin fucking hates it, though)
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Robert growled when he felt Justin’s ass clench around him, stilling his hips and holding his cellmate’s face to the pillow as he filled him with his cum. He released him with a sneer once he was finished, wiping his cock on his bedding before crawling off his bunk and leaning against the wall of the cell.
“Thank you, daddy.” Justin murmured almost sweetly, breathing heavily into his pillow as he came down and wincing when his cum sticky skin stuck to the sheets when he tried to roll over.
Robert rolled his eyes at that, tapping out a cigarette from the pack under his pillow and lighting it when he placed it between his lips. The dumb bitch had been calling him that all of a sudden, ever since he mentioned that he had finally gotten approval for an overnight visit with you. He’d also been on him constantly. There hadn’t been a day he woke up without his cock in that idiot’s hand or mouth.
“Dunno what you think is going on here, bitch.” He took a long pull from the cigarette and stared at the ceiling. “But you need to quit calling me that.”
“I just wanna take care of you, daddy.” Justin pouted when he rolled over and tried to meet Robert’s gaze, but the man was refusing to look at him.
He hated the fact that Robert might actually be able to get what he needed from someone else now, so he’d hoped that letting the man fuck him however he could think of might make him at least think of Justin as more than just a hole. But the way the larger man was refusing to make eye contact with him, not even actively avoiding his gaze, just that he didn’t even care enough to look at his apparent fuck toy once he was done with it.
“I’m not your fucking daddy.” Robert tamped the cigarette out against the cell wall and tossed the butt in the toilet, moving to climb into his own bunk so he could finally sleep. “And dial back your slutty shit tomorrow. Wanna make sure I have enough cum to fill every perfect hole that sweet wife of mine has, since she actually fucking deserves it.”
Justin let out a sad little whine at that announcement, pouting as he curled towards the wall and tried to drift off to sleep, sure that he could convince his daddy to fill him up at least once tomorrow.
He was wrong. Robert slapped him in the face when he tried to suck him off when he woke up, shoving the smaller man off him with a growl before rising to his feet so he could empty his bladder. Trying to rub up against him in the showers didn’t work either, Robert just turning away from him with an eye roll as he lathered himself up. He wouldn’t even let him hold his pocket in the yard, and that made him exceptionally nervous.
Robert seemed on edge all day, and the only time he relaxed was when one of the guards finally came to collect him. Justin was left to pout on his own and consider how to get his daddy to look that excited about fucking him.
If it wasn’t for the shackles around his wrists and ankles, Bobby would have been hard pressed to keep the leisurely pace the guard insisted on setting as they made their way to the conjugal trailers. He couldn’t believe it had been more than six months since he’d last been buried in your sweet snatch, he could already feel the ache starting in his groin at the thought of losing himself in you.
His breath caught when he walked into the trailer and you were there waiting for him, sitting on the bed in one of those tiny sundresses that you never wore anything under. You grinned at him while the guard worked at undoing the cuffs, playing with the hem of your dress teasingly and laughing softly when he growled at the few extra inches of thigh he got a glimpse at.
“They showed you where the panic button is?” The guard was flicking his gaze between the two of you nervously, apparently not thrilled about the way Bobby was looking at you like he was going to eat you.
“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes and tried to give the guard a reassuring smile, but you needed him to get the fuck out of there.
“Alright.” He just nodded at the two of you before shuffling out of there awkwardly.
As soon as you heard the lock engage Bobby was pouncing on you, shoving his tongue down your throat and groaning at the feel of your soft curves finally pressed against him. You purred when he started to nip at the curve of your jaw, his tongue flicking out to soothe the sting of his teeth.
“Don’t you fucking go soft on me, Bobby.” You grabbed his hair and pulled his face back to yours, sinking your teeth into his bottom lip until his blood welled in your mouth. “Give me what I’ve been missing for seven fucking months.”
He grinned wickedly at you before wrapping his hand around your throat, squeezing until your breath came out in a thin wheeze then dragging his tongue over your cheek until there was a thick bloody stripe marring your skin. You moaned when he yanked your jaw open and spat in the back of your throat, waiting for you to swallow before he started biting and sucking his way down your neck.
“Ugh, I’ve fucking missed this body. God, look at these perfect tits.” He shredded the front of your dress and moaned at the sight of you, not disappointed in the slightest that you were completely bare underneath it. “So goddamn soft and ready for me.”
“Aww, that bitch of yours not keeping you satisfied? Oh god!” Your body arched into his face when he sank his teeth into your flesh, trailing harsh bruises over your tits and occasionally drawing blood.
“That bitch isn’t you. Cries anytime I get a little rough with his soft ass.” He slapped your nipple hard before tugging at it with his teeth, groaning when you yanked harshly on his hair and ran your knees over his sides. “But you fucking need it, don’t you kitten?”
“Yes, need it so bad.” You gasped when he moved even lower, scraping his teeth over the jut of your hip before nibbling at the soft flesh of your inner thigh as he hummed. “Bobby, quit being a fucking tease and eat me out.”
“Don’t you fucking rush me, I wanna take my time tasting this sweet cunt.” He buried his face in the soft curls that covered your mound and growled. “Ah, fuck.”
Your thighs closed around his head when he ran his tongue through your folds, his lips eager and frantic as he lapped up all of the slick that was leaking from your throbbing hole and soaking his face. He was ravenous for you, the taste of your blood lingering on his tongue as the smell and taste of your arousal overtook him, his whole world narrowing to your thighs pressing around his head and the warm, wet prize that was pulsing against his face.
The months apart had almost made him forget how responsive you were, your soft whines and mewls only serving to make him even more feral as his tongue thrust into your center. You tangled your fingers in his hair as he fucked you first with his tongue, then added his fingers, curling them against your velvety walls eagerly until he felt you starting to flutter around him.
When he finally wrapped his lips around your clit you were lost, your voice leaving you in a fluttering sigh and your thighs closing so tight around his head you might have worried about crushing him if you weren’t so gone in your pleasure. He groaned with satisfaction as your sweet taste flooded his mouth and flowed over his hand until he was soaked to the wrist, his fingers still stroking against your sweet spot until he finally felt you relax.
“That’s my good fucking girl, kitten. God, just look at you.” He rose above you when you released him, running his thumb over your still pulsing cunt almost reverently as he took in your bruised and sated state. “Could spend this whole fucking night drowning in that perfect snatch, but I’ve been aching all day.”
“That so, Bobby?” You propped yourself up on your elbows as he started to work on undoing his jumpsuit, biting your lip as you got a look at his somehow even bigger and more defined torso. “Look at you, not a single bruise or scratch. That bitch really doesn’t know what you need, huh?”
“Baby, quit fucking teasing and mark me up.” He purred when you gripped his jaw tight and dragged your nails down his throat until you felt blood pool under your fingers, leaning forward once you’d left your mark to lap the sticky liquid from his neck.
Bobby leaned back on his heels when you settled in his lap, groaning as you ground your warm core over his aching cock while your teeth left their marks all over his shoulders and chest. When he lined himself up you dug your nails into his back, raising deep gauges when you slowly sank onto him and bit into the meat of his neck until he was fully seated in you.
“Ah, fucking Christ.” The feeling of your wet heat wrapped so snugly around him could have made him pass out, his breath warm on your neck as he panted desperately to try to regain some control of himself so he didn’t come like a fucking teenager their first time in a warm cunt. “Missed this pussy so fucking much. You save her for me, kitten?”
“For the most part.” You gave him a sly smile when he started slowly grinding into you, biting your lip and moaning softly when he let out a warning growl. “What? If you get your bitch, it’s only fair that I get to indulge some, too. I have needs, Bobby.”
“What the fuck are you indulging in, kitten?” He slapped you and gripped your face hard when you only answered him with a laugh, snarling and biting at the curve of your jaw as he started driving his hips into you viciously. “You’d better answer me, you bitch. You been fucking around on me like some kinda slut?”
“What if I was, Bobby? What the fuck are you gonna do about it?” You wrenched your face out of his grip and slapped him back, your nails scraping red lines down his cheeks before you bent forward again to sink your teeth into the hinge of his jaw.
He growled from deep in his chest and wrapped his hand around your throat, slamming your head into the mattress and thrusting his hips into you like an animal while he cut off your air flow.
“You’re gonna tell me whose fucking cock you let near my pussy right now, kitten.” His backhand made you gasp and clench around him, one of your hands wrapping around his wrist as your hips rolled against his in desperation. “You think I put that ring on your finger as a fucking joke? You’re mine. I don’t care if I’m stuck in this hell hole, I’ll kill any son of a bitch who thinks he gets to fuck what belongs to me.”
He barely registered you rolling your eyes before his vision went red, your fist colliding with his nose and making him roar with anger as the sudden blinding pain made him release you. You took the opportunity to flip your positions, gripping his hips with your thighs and rolling until you were riding him and smirking down at his rage filled expression.
“No one’s fucking what’s yours, Bobby.” You grabbed his wrist when he tried to smack you again, pinning it to the headboard and grinding into him slowly as he tried to decide how much he wanted to fight you. “But it takes a lot of fucking work to make sure the bosses’ little arrangement doesn’t get fucked up and end up with you on the wrong end of a shiv, so if I’ve gotta jerk off a couple judges or guards or cops, you oughta fucking thank me. And if some pretty lawyer wants to help me relax with those plush lips of his, I’m gonna take him up on it.”
“Jesus, you’re fucking the junkie?” His eyes bulged when you slapped your hand over his mouth to shut him up.
“You’re not listening to me. I just said I’m not fucking anyone.” You smacked him when he tried to squirm out from under you, squeezing him tight with your thighs and increasing the pace of your hips. “And it’s not the junkie, the other pretty lawyer. He might get to taste me and paint my face when I’m feeling generous, but if you think I’m gonna let some other asshole try to give me what I really need, you’re a fucking idiot.”
“I fucking hate it.” He growled when you released his face and curled back over him, nuzzling into his neck and sucking soft bruises along his throat. “I shouldn’t have to fucking share you, you’re mine.”
“You’re not fucking sharing me, Bobby.” His fingers dug painfully into your waist when you scraped your teeth over his nipple, your pussy clenching around him when he groaned into your hair. “None of those fuckers can rough me up and split me open like you can, I’d never even let them try. So quit being an asshole and fuck me like I deserve.”
He hissed when you sank your teeth into his pectoral over his heart, your nails dragging down his chest until he was streaked with blood. You laughed lightly when he pulled out of you and flipped you again, turning you onto your stomach and spearing back into you while he wound his bicep across your throat and started fucking you violently.
Your vision started to tunnel while he purred into your hair, his free hand reaching above you to grip the headboard and give himself more leverage as his hips slapped against your ass. His thrusts would have bounced you off the headboard if his knees hadn’t been pinning you in place, your fingers digging into the sheets in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself as your body started to vibrate around him.
“Go on, kitten. Cream all over me, I fucking need it.” He pulled your head back until your body was arched beautifully for him, his teeth scraping over the curve of your cheek until you gave him one of those perfect moans that made his cock twitch.
He hit that deep spot and your entire body shook with the force of your orgasm, your voice leaving you in a shriek when he released your neck and air flooded your lungs while your cunt fluttered and spasmed around him. You collapsed into the mattress with a sob once you were finished, moaning softly when he lost his rhythm and grunted against your neck.
A few more wild slams of his hips and he was roaring into the crook of your neck, shoving his cock into you as deep as he could until he was twitching against your cervix and filling you with his cum. He grabbed your face and turned you until he could smash his lips to yours, slowly licking into your mouth and groaning as you continued to clench around him with aftershocks.
“See, Bobby?” You sighed when he sagged into you, his lips sucking at the hinge of your jaw with a satisfied hum while you reached to the side table to grab a cigarette. “All yours. You think any of those other fucking idiots could make me scream like that?”
“They’d better fucking not, kitten.” He kissed the juncture of your neck before taking the cigarette when you offered it, pulling deep and groaning when you shifted underneath him. “But I’ll let you keep the fucking lawyer.”
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You groaned when the sun hit your eyes, turning your face to bury it in the pillow and avoid the unwelcome morning. Bobby made a similar noise into the dip in your neck where his face was nuzzled, wrapping his body tighter around yours and brushing his lips over your pulse as he fought to stay asleep.
Both of you were sore and spent, having gotten almost no sleep while Bobby fucked each of your holes like it was the last time. You hadn’t even stopped when the guards almost busted the door down, because they were sure from your screaming that Bobby must have been killing you. The two of you hadn’t slowed down until four hours ago, Bobby fucking you nice and slow against the wall of the shower until the warm water and excessive orgasms finally flooded your systems with exhaustion.
He’d insisted on being inside you, though, the feel of your warm cunt wrapped around him allowing him to sleep better than he had since he’d gotten locked up. You sighed when he slowly rocked his hips against yours, purring when he turned your head so he could suck a soft bruise against the hinge of your jaw.
“Just give me one, kitten.” He slid his arms around you and groaned into your hair, pulling you closer and bringing one hand up to cup your breast while the other slipped between your legs to tease against your clit while you let out another pretty moan. “C’mon, they’re gonna come for me soon, wanna feel that sweet snatch strangle me one more time.”
“Fuck, Bobby.” Months without having his cock inside you had made you extra sensitive, even after he had made you come an ungodly number of times you were still right on the edge. “Please.”
“That’s it, good girl.” He moaned when he felt your cunt flutter around him and soak his cock, pressing his lips to your hair and thrusting a few more times until he spilled inside you with a deep purr. “Baby, fuck. Thinking of you leaving has me ready to fucking kill something.”
“Good. ‘Cause I almost forgot to give you the fucking job.” You let him nip at the curve of your neck, trying to keep him as close as possible until he had to leave. “Snitch in protective custody. If you can get close to him in the yard, one of the guards will stash some ricin for you to spray on him.”
“I’ll fucking manage. Would prefer to beat the shit out of someone.” He growled into your neck when there was a sudden pounding on the trailer. “She’s not dressed, give it a fucking minute! Hope you brought a change of clothes.”
“I’m not stupid.” You dug into the bag your brought with you, sliding into the jeans and sweater you’d packed while Bobby pulled his jumpsuit back on. “Maybe next time I see you that bitch of yours will have figured out how to give you what you need.”
“What I need is you.” He curled over you and tilted your head back so he could slot his lips over yours. “That stupid little twat doesn’t have your balls, kitten. He could never give me what I need.”
“Mm, too bad. Maybe I’ll just have to show him.” You snarled when the door opened and Bobby had to back into the wall, turning to press his palms against it as the guards came in to cuff him.
You gave a dissatisfied huff when they dragged him out of there, the feeling of his cum dribbling down the inside of your thigh making you ache even more than you had been before you had finally had him inside you. Maybe you would call the pretty lawyer once you got back home, better than settling for your own fingers.
Bobby’s mood was still somewhat lifted once he made it back to his cell, even after dealing with the stares from the other inmates in the mess when they got a look at the bruises he was wearing after you fucked him up. But then his stupid bitch got a look at his face and his chin started to wobble.
“What happened?” The fucking idiot looked like he was going to cry. “She hurt you.”
“Nothing I couldn’t handle.” The thought of you making him bleed was making him hard again, he wished there was a way for you to bring a blade next time, it had been too long since you’d ridden him while you held a knife to his throat.
“I knew she was a bitch.” Justin flinched when Bobby’s head snapped towards him. “She doesn’t deserve you, daddy.”
“Oh for fuck’s sake. You’re skirting real close to the fucking edge, bitch.” He gave Justin a warning growl, but the cunt wouldn’t take the hint.
“She doesn’t know what you need, I’m the only one who…”
“You stupid, fat bitch.” Robert grabbed Justin by his neck and dragged him off his bunk, forcing him to his knees in front of him and pulling his cock out of his jumpsuit with a deep growl. “You think you know what I need? Why don’t I fucking show you?”
Justin opened his mouth to answer him then choked when Robert immediately shoved his cock down his throat, thrusting right past his gag reflex with no warning and starting to fuck his face violently. He thought Robert had been rough with him before, but he typically worked his way into his throat until he relaxed around his cock and now he was just choking him with no regard for the fact that Justin could hardly breathe.
“This is what you wanted, right?” Robert groaned when he felt his throat constrict around the tip of his cock, the tears and drool that were leaking down his face only spurring him on. “Thought you could fucking handle it, you dumb cunt, but look at you weeping like a little bitch. You wanna replace my fucking wife? She’d beg me to fuck her pretty face until she passed out then wake up and ride me while she drew as much blood from me as she could with just her nails and teeth. She’s got the balls to give it right back to me, and you just take it like a fucked out little slut, shit!”
Robert groaned and slammed his hips into Justin’s face, gripping his hair by the roots to hold him still as he shot his cum down his throat until it was leaking out around his cock and dripping onto Justin’s jumpsuit. He sneered when he pulled away from the smaller man, watching him sob and choke down air desperately as he moved to wipe off his cock in the bedding before redoing the buttons on his suit.
“Fucking pathetic.” The bitch collapsed on the floor of their cell and stared almost murderously at Robert, rubbing his throat where the older man had gripped him and crawling towards his bunk. “Maybe I will have her show you what I fucking need, might make this shit more interesting.”
OMG OMG OMG 😩😩😩😩😩😩
👏 THE DEVELOPMENT 👏
First, we get Justin calling Robert Daddy, trying to get literally anything from him because he is so jealous and kinda desperate for attention.
BUT THEN WE GET OUR KILLER OTP BACK TOGETHER. It is just absolutely everything. So fucking hot. Robert was like almost soft to her at the end and my punani wept. 😂 And so much plot! I am so hype to learn more about what Kitten has been doing and who The Junkie and Pretty Lawyer are. 👀
And finally, Robert returns to his cell and loses any affection he had 😂 but lord the way he just used Justin had me weak! Just fucks me up why don't you? 🥵 Also, very curious to know how that group visit would go. Can't imagine Kitten being nice to him at all, she'd probably eat him alive 😬 also I can't decide if Justin is gonna plot something or not.
This is just getting more and more exciting! 😍
#sloth asks#the iceni bitch#justin capshaw x robert pronge#robert pronge x fem!reader#tw dubcon#tw blood#tw choking#tw domestic violence
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