Hi! Just stopping by to rant about my current guilty pleasure: rewatching Sebastian's episode of Law and Order 🤭. His character, Justin, is a bit bonkers, thanks to his terrible situation (I'm trying not to give any spoilers in case other followers haven't seen it), but I just love him so much because of Sebastian's adorable baby face and incredible acting 😍. Makes me wanna kiss those pouty lips...
Look at that little guy, nonnie! Poor Justin. He is bonkers, and it's understandable why that is!
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.”
Spoiler-free Character Description:
Sebastian plays 15-year old Justin Capshaw. Justin is the son of Herman Capshaw, who is arrested as the main suspect in the murder of several people. Justin is shy and socially anxious.
More information about this episode of Law & Order (summary, transcript, links) here.
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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Series Warnings: mommy kink, light pet play (puppy), unknown age gap (Justin is 18-20 and reader is older), grooming (nonsexual), abuse of power, manipulation, toxic relationship, innocence kink, praise kink, masturbation
Relationships: College!Justin Capshaw x Mommy!Reader (soft!dark!Reader)
Summary: You've been Justin's therapist for three years, but things change when he is discharged from the juvenile psych ward and you invite him to live with you.
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