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darksongofnyx · 2 years

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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.

🎀

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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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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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.

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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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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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No more hurting Justin today please, but I hope we can still send in thots anyways😩 Idk how you managed to make me fall in love with him so fast, but I'm in such a soft mood rn. I can't stop imagining Justin getting to choose something as a reward for being an extra good baby boy this week (a trip to the zoo, getting ice cream, etc.) and all he wants is to cuddle with his Mommy🥺 So he gets a whole afternoon of kisses and cuddles, Mommy would run her fingers through his soft hair, and he would be so clingy and whiny but satisfied😭

YES 👏 NONNIE 👏

I am so heckon soft right now and I just wanna curl up and be cuddled and told everything will be okay 😭 (Thot™ are always accepted at Sloth HQ, but I answer them at my own discretion 😅)

This is the face a soft boi who needs cuddles. That's why we love him 😭💙

If Justin got to pick a reward for being so good, maybe he ends the spring semester with a 4.0 and Mommy is ready to spoooooiiilllllllll him rotten. I think he might choose a trip to the zoo cause let's be honest he is a baby boy who loves animals.

(I'm gonna make a more firm decision on Mommy's age/looks and say she looks young for her age. If that's even firm at all 🙃)

Spoiled Rotten

Warnings: FLUFF, mommy kink, sub/little/puppy space references, pda, MDlb, biting/marking, possessive behaviours, making out

🐶🐶🐶

The sun was just peeking through the curtains, much too early for the usual alarm to go off. Justin grumbled when your hand wove through his hair, gently waking him up. He grabbed your hand to hold but refused to open his eyes. It wasn’t wake-up time yet. Just a few more minutes.

“C’mon, puppy, today’s the day,” you cooed before pressing a kiss into his temple. “You wake up and I’ll get your clothes.”

He heard the rustling through his drawers, through his closet, but snuggled in deeper until he felt them drop on to his bed. Justin rubbed his eyes and slowly got up. It was difficult keeping the pout off his lips though. With summer break here and you working from home most days, Justin had grown used to slower mornings in his pajamas and cuddles with Mommy before getting up up. You set his glasses on his face and smiled at him. He made a soft pouty noise but you were quick to kiss it away. Justin sighed into it, gripping the edge of your shorts. That familiar warmth in his tummy blooming and making him feel all sweet. You rubbed his ears and kissed his forehead one more time.

On his bed were some of his favorite clothes, ones that made him feel just right in his skin, just right in the world he’s built with you and around you. From the zebra print on his shirt sleeves and down to the tiny penguins marching on his boxer briefs, it was all laid out for today’s special trip. His special date with Mommy to the zoo, a reward for all the hard work in his first year at college. He was anxious about the shorts, not his usual ones, these ones were shorter, laying mid-thigh exposing him to the world. During the drive over to the city when your hand rested on his sun-warmed skin, everything about today finally washed over him and he relaxed into the card ride. Today was going to be a good day.

While waiting in line to go through the security and the ticket checkpoint, Justin’s excitement began to bubble up and out of him. He felt elated. This was a date. Mommy was taking him on a date to the zoo. They were already holding hands, something they couldn’t do when they were at home. Put now when he got too rambunctious, you pressed your whole body into this side, making him blush as you petted his hair. Again something you didn't do normally when he got to excited at home.

"Ssshhh, pup, save some of that energy, baby. It's gonna be a long day." You kissed his cheek and grabbed a map. “Where do you wanna go first, baby?”

The day was spent meandering slowly through the exhibits, Justin excitedly chirping and chattering about all the animals, facts and statistics he'd remembered from documentaries and books dutifully recited in hopes you'd praise him. His hand almost never left yours but that didn't stop him from gesticulating with both hands. You smiled so lovingly at him, brushing his hair away from his forehead, he almost forgot about the other people. His head swimming in those fuzzy warm feelings and sugar from the ice cream you shared after lunch.

"Mommy," he whispered, the back of the reptile house quieter than expected.

"Yeah, baby, you okay?"

He made a little huff and looked over his shoulder before stepping closer to you. He brought your hand to his hip while his face nuzzled into your neck. When you squeezed him, finally, moving your hand to his back pocket, he wrapped himself more firmly around you. Your other hand moved up and down his back, rocking the two of you slightly.

"Puppy," you hummed, "feeling all sweet and lovey for me? Getting tired?"

Justin hadn't actually thought about it, but yeah he was getting tired. All day out in the sun and walking around had tuckered him out. He nodded against your shoulder, kissing your neck softly. You tug on his hair gently, pulling him from the embrace so he could look you in the eye.

You were so pretty, such a wonderful Mommy for him. He couldn't get over how lucky he was to have you, to have been so lucky to be taken under your wing when he was so lost. You were always so nice to him, even when he was angry and hateful. Listened when he complained about medications or orderlies. You never made him feel like a monster for refusing to see the Lafferty's or for needing your reassurance when doing simple things.

He loved you. Would do anything for you. All you had to do was ask and he'd make it happen. Justin would keep you safe, with him forever. He wouldn't make the same mistakes again.

"Love you."

You stroked his cheek with your thumb, "I love you too, puppy."

"Promise?" He squeezed you, feeling your back crack as he flexed his muscles.

"Aw," you giggled. "Is my puppy feeling some type of way? Need a little reminder from Mommy?"

Before he could answer, you were kissing him. The hand on his cheek twisted into his hair, controlling and dominating him. Your tongue thrust into his mouth only to suck on his. He felt his whole body heat up, undoubtedly blushing all the way to his ears. Justin's cock twitched in his shorts, filling out his tight briefs. He whimpered, stepping closer when you broke off the kiss to bite his neck. A gasp echoed around the reptile house, the sharp feeling of your teeth on his skin made him ache for more, but the thought of getting caught made him squirm.

"Mommy, please." He squeezed his eyes shut to try and calm down a little. "What about the people?"

You gripped the back of his neck, holding him while you continued to mark the sensitive skin on his neck. He whimpered, hips jolting forward into your hip you squeezed and jiggled his butt. His breathing picked up, quick shuddering things as he tried to remain firmly placed in his head. He didn't want to melt, didn't want to be all puppy and dopey in front of strangers. Only once you were satisfied that your mark would last and his hard cock was tenting the front of his shorts did you pull away.

"Let's go home, puppy, I've got one more special reward for you."

#sloth asks #nonnie #justin capshaw x mommy!reader #justin capshaw x reader #justin capshaw #justin lafferty #mommy!reader #md/lb #puppy love series #mommy kink #soft dark #a sloth writes

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darksongofnyx · 3 years

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

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

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

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

Word Count: 1571

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You shyly nod

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

Justin answers with a quiet, “yes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#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 #fem!reader #dark fic #non con #dub con #step sibling inc*st #inc*st

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darksongofnyx · 3 years

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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.

🎀

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy.”

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

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

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

“Yes, daddy.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

🎀

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

#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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darksongofnyx · 3 years

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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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slothspaghettiwrites · 3 years

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I love suga'bearverse so much and I just saw the justin capshaw ask, and you CAN NOT TELL ME HE WOULDN'T BE THE PERFECT LITTLE SUBBY BB, the amount of times that boy pouted in that episode 😭

Ok. Okay. Okkaaaaaayyyyyyyyyy.

Yes.

He is 15 in the episode, so with some aging up, time spent in a juvenile psychiatric ward perhaps, he comes out a confused, GED holding, criminal record sealed up tight, 18 year old with no one to really turn to.

Warnings: mommy kink, light pet play, unknown age gap (Justin is 18-20 and reader is older), grooming (nonsexual), abuse of power, manipulation, toxic relationship, innocence kink, praise kink, mention of masturbation and voyeurism

Puppy Love

Justin doesn't trust the Lafferty's and with Herman locked up in prison and refusing to speak to him, he had no one else to turn to but you- his therapist who has been grooming in a way no one could realise.

Everything is of course up to board standards, you have some ethics and you like your job enough. Justin was just so vunerable and mouldable, you couldn't stop yourself, he is a wonderful pet. Precious and pretty, he clings to you. Justin moves into your house. You help him get accepted into the local junior college that is far enough away from New York people don't recognize him. He calls you every lunch break, checks in with you so sweetly, desperation dripping in his voice at even having to spend 8 hours away from you. You catch him referring to you as his mom to a couple of kids in his study group when they ask about you. He blushes so innocently when you call him a good boy, tell him how proud of him you are when he brings home good grades. He craves your time and attention, will do anything to make you happy.

Two years pass, Justin is ready to move up to full on university, but he refuses to go away without you. You hide the glee, the rush of power and control you feel when your precious puppy can't stand the thought of being without you. So before he chooses from the schools he's been accepted to, you search for a new job in those cities. It's easy enough, and soon you and Justin are moving across the country. He is eager to put his old life behind him, and you are happy to encourage him in whatever path he takes.

While finishing the unpacking in your new home you come across a notebook of Justin's. You're certain you've never seen it before, which bristles your anger. The cover is worn and the pages are nearly full, meaning he's had it for sometime, been keeping it from you for some time. Justin tells you everything, he has no secrets you don't know about. You know everything about him, or so you thought.

It turns out your good boy has a naughty streak. Detailed dreams he's had about you, journal entries about catching you in the shower, confessions of touching himself while picturing you naked. It makes sense, to you at least. His love map is skewed, broken first by Herman Capshaw, and now reconfigured by you. Though this wasn't the direct purpose of your grooming of him, it was something you thought about after he'd moved in with you. The soft moans in the dead of night when he thought you were asleep, how your name was on his lips every time. It only made sense that he'd form a sexual attachment to you as well.

You don't confront him about the notebook, when he was ready he would share. You simple set it on his nightstand, and go searching for him in the kitchen. Pizza is ordered, the TV plugged in and set up.

"I'd be lost without you, Justin. You're so smart honey."

He flushes bright red, fidgets with his glasses. He's still wringing his hands together, trying to hide his boner when the pizza arrives. You answer the door, the delivery kid eyes you up some, and it gives you an idea. A thought to test the waters of Justin's commitment to you. When the delivery driver is well on his way, Justin back in the kitchen to get napkins and to calm down, you scrawl a fake phone number on the receipt.

You chuckle when your little pet comes back in.

"What's up?"

"That guy gave me his phone number," you smile at Justin.

He's eyes go wide and he snatches the paper from your hand. "You-you aren't th-thinking about calling him are you?"

Before you can answer Justin lists all the reasons you shouldn't start a new relationship right now. His normally deep voice cracking into something higher pitched. You've just moved, you've got a new job, both very stressful life events, you don't even know this guy, and you can do way better than a pizza delivery guy and-and-and-

"Justin, Sweetheart," you pull him down to your side, wrapping your arms around him, his head falling on your shoulder. "I only have space for one man in my heart, and it's you, Honey. Promise you will always be my only priority."

He gets emotional, Justin has always struggled to hold back tears when he feels threatened or when he feels like he is going to lose something important to him. You don't give him a chance to think about it, you pull him on to your lap, cradle him like he was your baby. Praise and assurance are whispered into his ear, soothing the crying and reigniting the heat in his belly. You can feel his erection poking into you. It feels small.

"Shh, baby it's alright."

"I'm sorry, Mommy."

His apology is garbled, wet and spoken into your shoulder. You are sure he doesn't even realise what he called you. Your hands travel up and down his back, soothing and pulling him closer to you. It was so easy, simple even, to bait him into believing the lie and revealing his hand to you.

You pull his face up, encourage him to look you in the eye. You kiss his forehead, swipe away the final tears from his heated cheeks. He swallows, the intensity of the moment bringing the blush back into his cheek. You rest your forehead on his.

"You will always be Mommy's special puppy, Justin."

The kiss is quick, chaste. From the look on his face, your certain he's nearly missed it in his own mind. Briefly you wonder if it's his first kiss, the thought sending that all too intoxicating rush through you. Justin stays in your lap the rest of the night. Leaning into you and your touch, slowly eating the pizza you feed him while his favourite movie plays.

The next morning, the notebook placed in the middle of the desk in your home office. Justin sits at your feet, head resting on your thigh while you read his deepest secrets out to him.

🐶🐶🐶

Please don't hate me 🤠 or if you enjoyed this, ask me for more I guess because I'm on this train to hell now.

#sloth asks #nonnie #justin lafferty #justin capshaw #justin capshaw x reader #justin capshaw x mommy!reader #a sloth writes #law and order #mommy kink #soft dark reader #dark reader #dark fic #just in case

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stuckysdumbbitch · 3 years

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a gift for the pet

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Robert chuckled, hands going down to unbuckle his belt.

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

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

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

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

“Prince Justin! please let me leave-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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