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I’m weeping for this Andy too 🥵

Hi Siri! First off, I absolutely love all of your works! You’re such a fantastic writer! So for your extravaganza, could I ask for a continuation of the Andy fic you did a while ago with the “honey we’re past the bargaining stage, it’s time to pay up” prompt? Feel free to ignore if that’s not something you’d like to do, I understand!❤️

Made Good

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dub con hinging on non con (at first). Blackmail/coercion. Repaying a debt with sex. Vaginal fingering. Squirting. Unprotected sex. Innocence kink. Praise kink. Corruption kink. Fear kink (is that a thing, because it is for this Andy 😳) Mob elements. Soft!dark Andy Barber. AU. 18+ only!

A/N: I have been wanting to write a follow up to this story since I first wrote it, liiike, it was on my Kinktober list (with the innocence kink 😈) but I didn’t get to it, so nonnie, I am sooo excited and grateful that you sent in this ask. It was one of the first ones I received, but I was excited to save it for my celebration finale 🤓 Thank you ❤️

P.S. If you haven’t read the first part of this, I suggest you do, as this will be a direct continuation of that scene. Also shoutout to @river-soul for spitballing with me on this one, ilu! Enjoy! 😘

“Please, I don’t want this,” you whispered shakily, more tears streaking down your cheeks as Andy shifted closer to you, grinning as you retreated.

He stalked you slowly, and you could see it in his eyes, how much fun he was having, the way he reveled in your fear, something even darker igniting in his gaze at the sound of your frightened whimper as you hit the pool table behind you. You stumbled against it, and once Andy closed the distance between you, looming close, you were trapped.

His hands were warm and heavy as they slid along your thighs, his head cocking and lips curling into a devilish smirk as his touch discovered the top of your thigh high stockings, and the bare skin beyond.

“Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all,” he teased, lifting you onto the edge of the pool table with ease as he slotted himself between your legs.

“Please, stop!” you tried to recoil from him, but Andy’s hand slid around you, planting heavy on your lower back and yanking you against him.

He rutted against you so forcefully that you could feel the hard, hot length of him through both your clothes.

The way your breath hitched, your shaking hands scrabbling against his chest to try and shove him away, and the desperate terror in your gaze as you stared up at him–pleadingly–had Andy pausing.

He just watched you for a moment, the air around you crackling with tension and anticipation–with wicked intent, too–and then he was humming, his head dipping close as his free hand lifted, a solitary finger curling beneath your chin and tilting your face up so you couldn’t look away from him.

“Then again, only a good girl would look so fucking terrified of my cock.”

Andy grinned as his men laughed, and you felt another wave of humiliation and shame wash over you, at being their form of entertainment - at all of their eyes on you, watching you, reveling in your inescapable ruin.

Hand dropping to your thigh, Andy tugged you flush against him, rocking against the warm heat between your legs, purring at how soft and pretty and scared you were, just for him.

“Promise I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your ear, dragging his cheek against yours until you were gasping at the burn of his beard along your skin, your fingers clawing at the crisp, white shirt beneath his blazer. “Bet I’ll have you begging for me and my cock before tonight's through.”

You could hear the men around you shift, the rustle of clothing, even a quiet, carnal groan, and you couldn’t help but bury your face against Andy’s chest, desperate to hide from the wicked, watchful eyes all around you.

“Please don’t let them watch,” you whispered, swallowing against a desperate, frightened sob as you gripped Andy’s shirt tighter and peeked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

Andy’s plump, pink lips quirked at your request. “Fuck, you really are a shy, sweet thing, aren’t you?” His hand slid up your back, pulling you against him and he hummed. “Can feel you trembling for me, honey, so fucking scared. God, I’m gonna ruin you.”

This time you couldn’t suppress your sob, pressing your face against Andy’s chest as you wept.

“I can be nice though,” his words were a hot rush against your ear, making you shiver. “I’ll even make you a deal, how’s that?”

Your crying died down as Andy cradled the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes eagerly drank in your shaken state, and despite the gentle caress of his thumbs against your cheeks as he wiped away your tears, you still flinched, making him chuckle.

“How about this: you be a good girl for me, do whatever I want, no fighting or making a big fuss, and I’ll make them all leave.”

A few huffs of frustration and quiet grumbles rippled through the room, reminding you of your audience, and you were nodding before you really even processed Andy’s words.

You knew you couldn’t stop what was about to happen, that you couldn’t fight off Andy because he was so much bigger and stronger than you, but at least you could gain some privacy for your inevitable violation.

Satisfied gaze fixed on you, Andy told the others, “Leave, now. And I’m not to be disturbed, I don’t care if the world is ending.” He rocked against you, groaning at the friction. “I’m gonna fucking enjoy this.”

Andy’s men began to file out of the private VIP room, but you didn’t look away from him, not even after hearing the door click shut, confirming you were all alone with him now, because Andy slowly began to undress.

He took his time loosening his tie and tugging it over his head, dropping it on the pool table beside you. You watched as he shrugged out of his suit blazer, swallowing nervously at just how broad his shoulders were, just how big he was. His cufflinks went next, and he tucked those into his pants pocket before unbuttoning his shirt and taking that off, too. The final thing to go was his white t-shirt, everything neatly set beside you on the pool table.

You couldn’t help but admire him, because you had never seen such an attractive man in person. His chest was a broad, muscled expanse of pale skin littered with tattoos and dark, wiry chest hair that tapered into a trail leading down his firm, flat stomach and into the top of his pants.

You felt your cheeks go hot as your gaze lingered at the front of his pants, spying the tent there, Andy’s arousal pressed right up against you.

His hands reaching for you had you snapping back to reality and recoiling until he tsked at you.

“None of that, honey, we had a deal.” Andy’s eyes flashed, going hard as his jaw clenched. “Unless you want me to bring my men back in to enjoy the show? Or better yet, I could take you out onto the club floor and fuck you there for everyone to see, is that what you want?”

“N-no!” You shook your head, shuddering at the thought.

“Then behave,” Andy purred, gently pushing your denim jacket down your arms before setting it aside with his own clothes.

He took his time working open the little buttons down the front of your dress, his gaze flickering to your face, a smirk twisting his lips as he found your eyes lowered submissively and avoiding his as he parted the flaps of your dress and revealed your trembling body for the first time.

“Dunno why you’re so shy, sweetheart,” Andy said, pushing the dress from your shoulders until you were sitting before him in nothing but your simple cotton panties, matching bra, and thigh highs. “This is a body that was made to be worshipped.”

You covered yourself on instinct, feeling a fresh wave of tears fill your eyes at being here, like this, with a scary stranger who was so eager to take advantage of you, to hurt you and use you.

Andy reached for your wrists, gripping one in each hand and shoving your arms back to your sides as he grunted, “Don’t hide from me.”

“Please don’t do this,” you tried to appeal to him one last time, gasping as Andy’s big hand slid up your chest, between your heaving breasts, until he was gently gripping your throat. “I promise I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughed, gaze dropping as his free hand slid up your thigh, the back of his knuckles dragging up the front of your panties. “We’re so far past money at this point.”

You gasped as he suddenly tore your panties away, the violence of it making your skin sting and fresh tears blur your vision. You tried to squirm away from his touch, whining in humiliation as he drew his fingers along the cut of you, teasing circles around your clit until you were sobbing because your cunt–the ultimate betrayer–was weeping for him now, too.

“There you go,” Andy murmured, his grip on your throat tightening as you tried to pull away from him again. “Don’t fucking fight me,” he snarled, yanking your face to his and kissing you hard, groaning at the salt of your tears on his tongue and the way you mewled into his mouth as he shoved two thick fingers into your pussy without any warning.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he laughed breathlessly as he pulled away, watching the way your features twisted in pain as he fucked you with his fingers. “Haven’t felt a cunt this tight in a long time.”

“I-I’m not.” You squealed as he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers, rubbing against a spot that had your body instantly electrified as you went rigid against him.

“Yeah, come on, honey, give it to me,” Andy breathed against your hot, tear-streaked cheek. “I know you can.”

He pressed gentle kisses along your face as his fingers pummeled that sensitive place inside you, shoving so deep, the heel of his hand was hammering your clit relentlessly, until your back was bowing and your thighs were shaking. An unfamiliar sensation bloomed at the center of you and you came with a shaky cry, your release flooding from your body in a hot, sinful rush and soaking Andy’s hand and wrist.

“Fuck, look at that,” he groaned, dark stare fixated between your legs, at the wetness trickling along your thighs and his hand, as he slowed the thrust of his fingers before pulling them free.

You were still trying to process how quickly he had made you cum, that you had squirted–something you didn’t even know you could do–when Andy tugged back the hood of your clit and began slapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” you choked, writhing as your hands dropped to the edge of the pool table at either side of you and gripped so hard it hurt as Andy forced another messy orgasm from your traitorous body.

You could hear your release, feel it rushing from your cunt, the sound of it trickling to the floor making humiliation erupt in your chest, and you cried, not bothering to resist as Andy pulled you to his chest and gently pet along your sopping cunt, making soft cooing noises against the crown of your head as you trembled and wept.

“Figured I’d have fun with you, sweetheart, but fuck, didn’t realize I’d hit the responsive jackpot.”

He rubbed circles on your back as you hiccuped quietly, your mind hazy and your body feeling like it wasn’t your own, and despite what he was doing to you–what he planned on doing to you–you found yourself leaning into him, desperate for the stray, unexpected comfort he was showing you.

Because you were so scared, and for some reason the idea of surrendering to Andy, especially in this moment, as he gently rubbed your back and his lips trailed along your forehead, felt better–felt safer–than trying to fight him.

It took a moment for his words to process in your sluggish mind, but when they did, you were whispering your reply, your voice quaking, “I d-didn’t know, I’ve never done that before.”

Andy pulled away, framing your face between his hands, his eyes calculating and something else, almost like he was really looking at you for the first time.

You felt dizzy - from his gaze, from his touch, from the way he’d so effortlessly played your body like he’d known you intimately for years.

Your body, the traitorous vessel that was buzzing like it never had before–simply thrumming and eager for more–as you squirmed before Andy and shyly met his unwavering gaze.

And suddenly he was kissing you, but it was different than before, less taking and more wanting. His lips worked against yours feverishly, a groan rumbling through his chest as you tentatively kissed him back, responding to him of your own accord as your shaking fingers curled into his shoulders and the expertise of his tongue pulled a whimper from you, your mind going pleasantly hazy the longer he drank from your willing mouth.

“Can’t wait any longer,” Andy grunted, hands dropping to his belt, quickly working it open before moving to the front of his pants. “Need to feel you.”

You could only stare down between the two of you, your eyes going big at the sight of Andy’s cock, the size and girth of it much bigger than anything you had ever taken before.

You shied away from him then, a different kind of fear rattling through you as you blurted, “That’s not gonna fit inside me.”

Andy’s laugh was a husky, raspy thing, his hand stroking over his cock nice and slow, eyes sparkling as your gaze drank in the pearl of pre cum that seeped from the tip of him. “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

Yelping as he grabbed your ass and hefted you against him, dragging his cock along your messy center, you shoved against his chest, a note of hysteria to your voice as you cried, “Andy, wait!”

It was the sound of his name falling from your lips that had Andy going still, had a primal grunt catching in his throat as your frightened eyes found his.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, a few fresh tears spilling over as you watched him.

You could actually see it, the way Andy’s features softened ever so slightly, as well as the flicker of confusion in his eyes, the slight, fleeting furrow of his brow as some kind of slow realization dawned on him before your eyes.

“Oh, honey, you’re trouble,” he murmured, his free hand sliding along your cheek as he watched you, caressing you with his dark, burning gaze. “Got me all twisted up for you already.” He moved closer, so close his next words puffed against your lips in a hot rush. “Wanna fucking ruin you and protect you.” His head tilted, nose brushing against yours. “Gonna do both.”

He pulled you in for a slow, sinful kiss, making all of your whirling thoughts and anxiety slowly begin to fade. His lips worked against yours until you were going pliant against his chest, your hands hesitantly cupping his face as you returned his kiss, getting lost in the taste of him and addicted to the feel of his lips against yours.

Gasping as you felt his fingers at your clit, rubbing gentle circles, you couldn’t help the desperate mewl that fell from your lips and to Andy’s as you writhed against him, your hips canting into his touch, legs spreading wider, silently seeking more.

“Gonna take care of you,” Andy husked, pulling away and watching you as his touch fell away from your clit and you felt the warm, spongy head of his cock slowly dragging up and down your folds. “Gonna make it so good for you, sweetheart. Is that what you want?”

Your eager nod had him smiling, his free hand sliding around your hip and to the small of your back, holding you in place as he slowly began to push inside of you. You whined at the stretch of him, eyes smarting with more tears as Andy’s thick cock filled you in a way that had your velvety walls straining.

“Wait, please!” you begged, fingernails digging into Andy’s back as you thrashed against him.

“Shhh, you can take it, I know you can,” Andy hummed, his hips retreating ever so slightly before he was spearing into you again, this time deeper than before.

When you whimpered your distress, his lips descended on yours, his mouth masterful as he took you apart in a different way–the distracting kind of way–until some of the tension was easing from your body and giving him more room and depth to work with as he rocked against you.

The feel of Andy finally bottoming out inside of you had you groaning, your sweaty forehead dropping to his shoulder as your body took a moment to adjust to being so full.

“Knew you’d feel good around my cock,” Andy murmured, both hands gripping your ass and holding you in place as he began to rut against you. When his hand skated between your bodies, his thumb lightly circling your clit, you keened, clenching around him so hard he hissed. “Jesus, you really are a responsive thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, going still as you tucked your face against his chest to hide, embarrassed as shame roiled hot in your belly.

“Hey.” It was the sound of your name on Andy’s lips for the first time ever that had you peeking up at him. “You feel fucking incredible around my cock, you hear me? And having you react to every little thing has me fucking feral.” His hand slid along your cheek, titling your face back so he could see you better. “I wanted you before, but now? Sweetheart, I fucking need you.”

“God,” you whispered at the intensity of him, his words, his gaze, the pulsing throb of his cock in your tight channel, making you squirm as you felt more of your slick easing the snug fit of Andy inside you. “Please.”

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” Andy hummed, his hold on your face shifting until he was gripping the back of your neck. “Wanna see every goddamn reaction my cock gets out of you.”

Your lashes fluttered, your tummy somersaulting and then swooping hard as Andy’s hips slowly retreated from you before he was thrusting back into you hard and punching a sharp cry from your chest.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey,” Andy groaned, settling into a slow, hard pace as he fucked you. “Wanna hear every sweet sound you’ve got for me.”

You moaned at the next deep plunge of his cock, your toes curling as you reached for him, hands sliding around Andy’s back and tugging him closer.

“Being so good for me,” Andy panted, shoving into you hard and lingering, grunting as you clenched around him hard. “Letting me fuck this pretty, tight hole of yours.”

His words made your face feel like it was on fire, but god, it had the rest of you alight in a different way–a new way–your belly fluttering and your core pulsing hard as you mewled and quietly begged for more.

And Andy gave it to you, his hands dropping to your hips and pulling you into every eager, deep thrust of his cock, until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, interspersed by your own cries of ruin, Andy’s throaty grunts and groans, and the embarrassingly loud squelching of your delighted cunt greedily swallowing every hot, hard inch of Andy’s cock over and over again.

“Time for you to really sing for me, sweetheart,” Andy panted, his touch moving between your bodies until his thumb was strumming your clit.

His hips snapped against you harder than before, faster too as he grinded against you on every deep plunge into your tight, wet heat, until he had you sobbing as your orgasm washed over you, making you go taut as you came hard.

It felt like every single muscle in your body locked as you hit that peak of your pleasure, and then release swept through you like a tidal wave, bliss flooding through every inch of you and making you tremble and cry out again with your complete and utter undoing.

“Good girl,” Andy breathed, catching you in his arms as you went limp against him, whimpering as stray aftershocks sparked along your body as his cock continued to fill you up again and again.

You swore you felt him get harder inside of you just before a loud moan rumbled in his chest, shaking through your own and signaling his climax. You pressed against him, eyes closing as you felt his cock pulse and throb inside of you, gasping at the warm, wet rush of Andy’s cum filling you up, his pleasure flooding you and making you moan softly as you fluttered around him.

“Fuck, so good,” he groaned, his hips giving a few more pumps, his last thrust shoving deep enough inside you to make you whimper as he dropped his head to your shoulder, teeth nipping at your skin as he rode out the final wave of his release.

You were both quiet for a beat, catching your breaths, and then Andy was straightening and pulling away slightly to get a good look at you. His lips curled at your ruined state, and how, despite your bra straps falling down your arms and your lips so thoroughly kiss swollen, you still somehow managed to look only sweetly rumpled after being fucked so thoroughly.

“You can consider your debt paid,” he murmured, gently pulling up the straps of your bra and setting them back into place.

Your gaze dropped then, shame lapping at you as your head began to clear and the reality of what you had just done–and so thoroughly enjoyed–clicked in your brain. But when you raised your arms to cover your chest, your vulnerability, Andy quickly caught your wrists and pushed your arms back down.

“I told you not to hide from me.”

You blinked up at him, brows furrowed and lips pursed in confusion. “But, we’re done now–”

“Oh, honey,” Andy laughed, lifting your hand to his face and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “You and I? We’re just getting started.”

You could only stare at him in stunned disbelief as Andy Barber, the notorious mobster, pressed against you, his hand gently collaring your throat as his eyes glittered with a strangely soft kind of darkness as he whispered, “After all that? Sweetheart, you’re mine. For good.”

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WHEW. THIS ONE DID NOT GO HOW I THOUGHT IT WOULD. OUR GIRL WAS KIND OF HERE FOR IT AFTER A HOT MINUTE, AND ANDY WAS WAAAAY SOFTER AND MORE HEART EYES THAN I EXPECTED BUT LIIIKE, I DIG IT. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I DID. PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO FEED YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD HOE 😘

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Kinktober Day 6: Size Kink w/Ari Levinson

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader Word Count: 4,497 (YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT - I HAVE NO CHILL, OKAY?!) Summary: You’re a sweet little bean, and Ari’s smitten and horny AF. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU probably. Smol bean reader because size kink trope. Smutttt! 18+

A/N: Oh snap! @mcubabydotcom​ is coming for me with this request. Who doesn’t love and pant after our favorite long haired thicc daddy?! 🤤🤤 My body is ready, sir! Also ummm here’s another god forsaken anti-drabble, cause yer girl doesn’t know how to write SHORT STORIES.

Ari sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he stared down at the stack of papers. All the words were running together at this point.

Frowning, he sat back in his desk chair, yawning wide enough that he felt his jaw crack.

God, he hated paperwork. He hated reading reports. All this administrative bullshit that was still having a job in the agency without actually being in the field.

Cause he was supposed to be taking it easy after the diving resort mission.

With a quiet huff, Ari stood, stretching for a moment as his eyes peered through the windows of his office and out onto the rest of the floor.

At least they gave him his own fucking office.

There weren’t many staff on this floor, so he only saw a few people filling the desks in the wider work space.

Plus side: more coffee for him, which was perfect at the moment, since he needed a pick me up.

Sadly his favorite pick me up, you, his pretty little secretary, was currently MIA.

Continuar a ler

Apologies for the format and need to zoom, but I thought this response was wonderful

Finally a royalty fic by navy 💜💜 this is amazing, I'm in love!! I needed this more than I knew

Cordially Invited

Pairing: Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader Summary: You're in need of a date for an upcoming wedding. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Pining, flirting, slight feels (it's me okay), could be considered fake dating (or is it? 😏), protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?), future smut. A/N: Again, I need another AU like a hole in the head, but here we are. @11thstreetvigilante, thank you for letting me scream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Bucky edit by Nix, divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly.

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Modern royalty is both a wondrous and strange concept. As the only child of the King and Queen of Brooklyn, your parents raised you with a blend of tradition and modernization. They taught you to speak your mind while stressing to follow certain customs. You did your best to make them proud. 

The picture-perfect princess.

Except, you didn't have a prince by your side.

“Something wrong, your highness?”

You turned in your chair to look at your personal knight, James “Bucky” Barnes. Standing tall at 6’4” with a muscular build, he served as your bodyguard when he wasn’t fighting for your father. Like his father before him. You worried in the beginning that he’d resent you for having to be your personal guard, but he took his duties seriously. He watched over you as if it was an honor to do so. Though he intimidated most because of his size and strength, he displayed kindness toward you. He quickly became one of your closest confidants.

A knight in name, but a prince in my heart. 

“Nothing to concern yourself with.”

“Are you sure?” he asked, not moving from his spot in the left corner of your large bedroom. It was the perfect vantage point for him to see your window, the door, and you. “You dismissed your ladies for no reason, you’re not dressed for the day, and you’ve been staring at that invitation for the better part of an hour.”

You turned back toward your vanity and picked up the ornate invitation with a sigh.

Her Majesty Queen of Waverly requests the pleasure of your company at the Marriage of His Royal Highness Prince Clinton of Waverly with Her Royal Highness Princess Natalia of Volgograd.

You RSVP’d to Clint and Natasha’s wedding weeks ago and said you would bring a plus one because that was the expectation. Your parents asked every day since the invitation arrived who you planned to have on your arm. They gave you the option of choosing instead of making the decision themselves. With the wedding around the corner, you were running out of time.

“I still haven't chosen a date and my parents want an answer today."

"Forgive me for saying so, but you have been dodging the King and Queen's question."

"I know, I know. They're already disappointed that I've dragged this out."

Just like they're probably disappointed that they didn't arrange a marriage for me once I was old enough to wed. 

"I highly doubt you could do anything to disappoint them or anyone else. You’re Brooklyn’s beloved princess through and through," he said. 

Blood rushed to your cheeks as you set the invitation down. His praise felt good. "Thank you, Bucky. But why do I have to bring someone?” 

"Tradition," he replied, crossing his arms. “You know, I figured the princes would be knocking down your door at the chance to be your plus one.”

“As if you’d let them get close enough to ask,” you said. "You don't even let Sir Steven near me and he's your best friend."

As your knight, one of Bucky's duties was to keep you safe from any possible threats. He took it to the extreme. If anyone got within a few feet of you, he was there to keep them away. Most didn’t try to speak to you once they caught a glimpse of him.

“It is my job to protect you,” he reminded you. “Especially from handsy princes.”

"Does that include Prince Nicholas?" 

Bucky's jaw twitched as he nodded. It was a bit of a low blow to mention Nick’s name considering your knight couldn’t stand him. The prince was one of the few men not afraid of him. 

"Especially Prince Nicholas," he grumbled, not hiding his disdain for the man. "What gift did he send you last week?"

"An emerald necklace. I almost felt bad sending it back."

"Insulting. Doesn't he know diamonds are a girl's best friend?" 

You narrowed your eyes at him in the mirror, which made him chuckle. The sound sent a jolt between your thighs. Between that and the earlier praise, you prayed he didn’t notice how it affected you. Your knight was not only brave and trusting, but so handsome. Staring into his eyes was like getting lost at sea. Too many nights, you imagined how silky the brown strands of his hair would feel against your fingers. 

And how the scruff on his chin would feel between your legs.

“Emeralds, diamonds, it doesn't matter. You don’t let any man get close enough to give them to me themselves,” you muttered to distract yourself from getting aroused. “Some days I wonder if you take pleasure in making sure I’m alone.”

Bucky frowned as he unfolded his arms. “You think I want you to be alone?”

"You tell me. My parents want me to wed eventually, but how will that happen if you won't let any suitors near me?" you asked, toying with one of your makeup brushes to keep your hands busy. “Or are you punishing me for constantly being on babysitting duty?"

"I'm sure the right man can court you without being in close proximity to you," he said, even though he didn't sound pleased. "And we both know I want to watch over you, so why are you trying to pick a fight with me?”

You looked away, embarrassed. You had no reason to speak to him like that. But how could you admit that you didn’t want any suitors when you had him right in front of you? He wasn’t just your knight, he was everything to you. It upset you to think he didn't want you. It scared you more that he’d resign from his duties to settle down and have his own family. You didn't want that day to come.

Is it selfish that I want him forever by my side?

“I’m not trying to pick a fight,” you said, turning in your chair to face him. “And you know I don't care about any suitors. I'm just frustrated."

That includes being sexually frustrated and the toy I named after you is calling my name. 

"I'm glad you don't care about those suitors because if you married one soon, I might be out of a job."

"You're stuck with me no matter what," you smiled. "I'm sorry for being rude."

“Give me a hug, princess, and I’ll forgive you,” he said as he held out his arms.

“No,” you said, but you were already on your feet. The robe you wore didn't do much to cover your body and you wondered if you imagined the hunger in his eyes. “I don’t think you deserve a hug.”

He placed his left hand over his chest, which drew your attention to it. He lost his left arm in battle years before and the kingdom had a state of the art metal prosthetic fashioned for him. To some, it was a sign of sacrifice and bravery. It showed you that he was a fighter and survivor. 

“You wounded me with your words and you’re hurting me more by denying me a simple request.”

You fought to keep from smiling as you walked toward him. Knowing that he wanted to touch you, even in an innocent form, was a heady feeling. You wanted his touch, too. You craved it like nothing else.

“I’m only going to hug you because I love you,” you said, wrapping your arms around him once you were close enough. 

He inhaled as he hugged you close and you allowed yourself to melt in his strong embrace. It made you feel safe and cared for. “I love you, too, my princess,” he whispered. 

You closed your eyes and hid your face in his shoulder. Whenever you said you did things for him because you loved him, he always replied that he loved you, too. You dreamt of falling asleep to him whispering that in your ear.

I wish he loved me the way I love him.

“If I could, I'd be your date for the evening."

You lifted your head and pulled free from his arms as you considered his words. You couldn't stop the grin from spreading across your face. Bucky as your date? Why didn't you think of that? 

“What’s that look for?”

"Sir James, would you do me the honor of being my date to the wedding?" 

His eyebrows shot up. "You called me James."

"That should tell you how serious I am."

Please, don't reject me. I'd feel like a fool.

He cleared his throat and you tried not to feel anxious as you waited for his answer. "I’m not a prince.”

“Who said I have to bring a prince? It may be tradition for a princess to have someone on their arm for royal functions, but it should be a person of my choosing. Who better than the man my parents trust with my life?”

“But-” he began before you held up a hand to stop him.

"Isn't it your duty to serve and protect me? Your princess?" you asked.

“It is,” he answered, looking down when you took his left hand in yours.

“Bucky, I’m not just asking you as my knight. I’m asking because I want you to go with me,” you said, your voice soft as he lifted his head to look at you. "There’s no one else I’d rather go with."

You felt a slight burn in your eyes from unshed tears, but you held your head high. If he sensed your vulnerability, he kindly didn't call you out on it. You didn’t want to command him to take you nor did you want to beg.

“But if you don’t want to, I understand. I can ask Prince Nicholas instead.”

Bucky stopped you before you could turn away from him. "You'll do no such thing," he said, bringing your hand to his lips and softly kissing it. “It would be my honor to be your date, your highness."

"Really?" you smiled as he lowered your hand, but didn't let go.

"Only because I love you," he smiled back. 

Your heart raced as you playfully hit his arm, letting your touch linger. "That's my line," you teased, looking over your shoulder to check the time. "Let's go tell my parents."

"You're in your robe," he reminded you as you tried to pull him across the room. "I don't think the other guards need to see you like that."

"I'll change later," you huffed when he planted his feet firmly on the ground. A wall of muscle, he was nearly impossible to move. "Bucky."

You gasped when he gripped your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze. His enormous hand could crush your bones if he chose to, but the gentle hold reminded you that you were in his care. There was no mistaking the hunger there this time. 

"Get dressed, princess," he gently ordered, his voice deeper than before. 

I'm going to have to change my panties since I'm soaking wet.

"Then we'll tell your parents."

"Yes, Bucky," you whispered as he released you, having to put some distance between the two of you. If you didn't, you'd be too tempted to kiss him. And if you kissed him, you wouldn't be able to stop.

"Good girl," he smirked, moving back to his spot in the corner as you tried to calm your pounding heart. "I'll be right here waiting."

Good girl?

You weren't sure if he was teasing you or trying to rile you up, but you could play, too.

Oh, this wedding is going to be a lot of fun. 

Let's hope it's nice and easy for them. We'll see how it goes. 😏 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Iford Manor Gardens, Iford, England by Elaine Abbott

Bucky’s New Bike

Warning: smut, explicit sexual content, oral- female receiving, unprotected sex, explicit language (must be 18+) complete shit writing but this was for my own indulgence....

• your boyfriend Bucky just got a new bike

• the type the you had always heard people call crotch rockets

• you weren't really into bikes, but Bucky loved them

• you didn't mind, as long as he didn't get grease everywhere

• Bucky loved the stupid thing, maybe even more then you

• the amount of time he spent tinkering with the damn thing was kinda making you jealous

• ‘Buck, come on' you whined, bouncing your leg, arms crossed impatiently as you stood in the garage, waiting on your boyfriend

• he had promised to take you out tonight, but that was an hour ago

• 'I hate this stupid bike' you scowled, turning to leave the garage, when Bucky grabbed your wrist, pulling you back to him

• you crashed into his hard body as he planted a kiss to your lips

• 'is my baby jealous?' He smirked down at you, resting your foreheads together

• 'you don't pay attention to me anymore' you pouted out your bottom lip

• 'come here' he smirked, dragging you to his motorcycle, and spinning you around, pressing you down until you were sitting sideways on it

• Bucky kneeled down in front of you, reaching up your skirt and hooking his fingers into the waistband of your panties

• your breath quickened as he pulled your panties down your legs and off your body, stuffing them in the pocket of his leather coat

• Bucky bunched your skirt up to your waist and looked up at you as the pad of his thumb found your clit

• you bit your lip, stifling a whimper as you watched him hungrily work over your clit

• 'that feel good, baby?' He smirked, dipping his thumb into your cunt, spreading your slick back up over your folds, your mouth fell open in a silent cry of pleasure

• Bucky leaned in, planting an open mouth kiss to your clit and your body jolted, moaning as your hands went to his hair, tugging

• 'fuck, Bucky' you whimpered, rutting your hips into his mouth

• Bucky hummed, fingers digging into the flesh of your ass at the sides of your hips

• 'please, baby' you panted, leaning back to give him better access to your cunt, gripping the bike for stability

• Bucky licked a long strip up your folds before rocking back on his haunches and staring up at you

• you looked down at him with glossy eyes, thighs trembling to keep yourself upright

• Bucky stood, pulling you up as a whimper let your objections be known

• 'come here, baby' he chuckled

• Bucky ran his hand from your waist down your skirt over your bare leg until he landed on your lower thigh

• Bucky hooked the back of your knee with one hand, throwing your leg over the motorcycle

• 'no, Bucky' you started to protest, but he climbed on behind you, pressing his bulge into you, you felt it twitch as you rocked your ass back into him

• Bucky leaned over, starting the motorcycle and you felt in rumble between your legs

• 'Bucky, What are we doing? I don't want to drive it' you said, as he reached around bunching your skirt up your body

• you gasped as the cool metal of the bike was against your hot sex

• Bucky wrapped his hand around you gently massaged your folds upwards, you gasped again as the cool metal kissed your clit

• you head the unzipping of Bucky's pants as you rocked forward, enjoying the vibration between your legs

• you startled as you felt his cock spring free from his pants and rut into your ass cheek

• ‘you gonna be good for me, baby?’ Bucky groaned, fisting his cock

• ‘yes’ you panted, hands gripping the bike as a giggle escaped your lips, the combination of vibration and cold metal against your center was overpowering your senses

• 'fuck' you moaned as Bucky revved the engine, sending vibrations straight to your core

• Bucky pushed you forward and ran his seeping cock through your slick folds, sliding into you as you rubbed your wet pussy, grinding it into his bike

• 'that's it baby, make a mess on my bike' he groaned, burying himself to the hilt inside your clenching walls

• Bucky's large frame towered over you as he fucked you deep, leaning over his bike, grinding you into it

• you leaned forward, eyes rolling back from the sensation of Bucky's dick deep inside you as the bike continued to vibrate your clit towards a toe curling orgasm

• ‘let go for me, baby’ he groaned, pinning you to the bike as he rutted into you, vigorously

• your body began to tremble as you cried out his name, orgasm ripping though your body

• Bucky’s hips faltered as he snapped up into you meeting his own hot release as your pussy fluttered around him

• you were slumped over, clinging to the bike, completely fucked out and unable to move

• Bucky lifted you off the bike and cleaned you up before carrying you upstairs

• Bucky couldn’t help but admire the shiny slick spot of arousal left on his bike

• mumbling something about his bike never looking better

When they wake up, it takes them a while to realise that they have me. I’m in their heads by then, and my wings are unfurled, the talons sunk into the brain. Groaning when they realise I’m with them, they try to go back to sleep. More sleep might be enough to drive me away, they think.

It doesn’t work like that.

Sara’s her name. Her lover whispers it when they both wake up, only minutes apart. I whisper the name, too—don’t worry, she can’t hear it—and I try to get a feel for her. Not a very expressive face, she keeps it blank and featureless. The sort of girl who’d hide inside a boring old cardigan and pretend she’s too good for fashion.

She groans louder and swivels her feet off of the bed, down to the floor.

“Bad sleep?” the partner asks.

“Headache.”

“Bad?”

“Explosive.”

That makes me smile. A lot of people just leave it at ‘headache’, like I don’t deserve any qualifiers, like I don’t deserve to be acknowledged in my uniqueness. But no, I like Sara now. I revel in her description of me, I hold the letters out on a string of gold, and I want the word tattooed onto my metaphorical forehead.

Explosive.

“Damn. I don’t wanna be you right now,” the partner mutters.

Beaming, I pulse harder and harder, beating down on the walls of the brain, breaking brick and shaking the mortar. It’s one thing to be admired by your friends, it’s another entirely to hear your enemies’ complaints. If you give them nothing to complain about, what even is the point of your existence?

“Please don’t.” Sara is dragging her feet towards the bathroom now. Her limbs feel numb. I hold on to what I’ve got.

“We’re out of pills, the painkillers, I mean.”

Sara glares at her partner. Well, she tries to, but I don’t think she quite manages. It’s enough to get the partner out of the bed, though.

“I’ll get some more from the pharmacy. You can rest easy today. You should call work, let them know you won’t make it.”

Sara has her fingers on her forehead now, and she’s rubbing her temples, rubbing her forehead, rubbing whatever part of the skin outside of her skull that she thinks I might be hiding in. It’s a pitiful attempt, if you know anything about me, about headaches in general.

“Rest easy! That’s an order, private!” the partner announces, tries to be cute.

“Just get out already!” Sara yells, and then she whines loudly, gripping her head and stumbling back towards the bed.

The partner is a little taken aback. “Sorry,” she says, and slips out of the room.

I continue to work my magic. The last one I had my talons in was an old lady who didn’t really make it all the way to the end of my tenure.

“I know you can hear me,” Sara says, and I glance up to see if her partner has returned. “Yes, you. Headache. I know you’re there.”

Releasing my hold, I stare at the end of the bed. Sara takes her hands off of her head and wraps them around her knees. “I don’t have much to say to you. Just know that you won’t make it out of my body. You won’t survive.”

“Explosive,” I whisper to myself. Was it the truth?

Sweet Dreams

Jake Jensen X Reader

Summary: Your sleeping body gives away your waking thoughts.

Warnings: 18+, language, sexual content (somnophilia, thigh riding, unprotected vaginal sex).

Credits: dividers by @firefly-graphics and thanks go to my ever lovely beta reader @christywantspizza ❤️❤️❤️

AN: My first Jake fic so please be gentle!

He was being tortured, that was the only explanation. The only reason he would be tested like this, so cruelly, made to hold back from his desires. Teased. Taunted. Tried.That had to be the explanation. 

There could be no other reason why he was lying still, tired and desperate...hard, while you clung to him. He would like to say while you slept but this was something between sleep and full consciousness. Your eyes were certainly closed, but your body seemed to be awake, moving of its own accord, rolling against Jake's own like the steady lap of the waves on the other side of the canvas tent. 

Jake starred up into the darkness and rubbed a hand over his face, taking his glasses off so he could more effectively hide his face. The blush growing on his cheeks was red hot, making him sweat in the tropical heat. 

What could have changed. Why were you doing this now? This wasn't the first time the two of you had shared the tent, or a bed for that matter. You'd spent countless nights holed up together setting up comms, tapping into whatever security systems you had to breach and monitoring targets. 

When it was cold, Jake had held you against his broad chest, tucked you into the warmth of his arms and you'd shivered together until you both fell into a dreamless, solid sleep. 

In Mexico you'd posed as a couple to get closer to your mark, holding hands and sharing a room, but that was it. At night, you'd stayed to your side of the expansive honeymoon suite bed. 

Tonight you had pitched the tent together, rolled out your sleeping bags while the sun was setting and talked until the stars twinkled above you. There had been no indication that you expected or wanted anything else... Your hips rolled again, body drawn to him and, like a magnet, he followed, pressing his leg up against you and basking in the whimper he received in return. 

You were friends. You had let him finish your food when he was still hungry. He had traded you a shirt when yours got wet with salt water. Just friends, you would never hurt him or trick him. 

So why were you doing this if it wasn't to torture him? Your grip on him tightened, the leg you'd slung over his twitched, and then you started again, harder, faster. Grinding and rocking against his thigh, your small hands clutching his damp t-shirt. Breathy pants and huffs of pleasure and frustration blew across the sensitive skin of his neck, making the hairs on his nape stand on end. 

He should wake you up, you'd be embarrassed in the morning, he should definitely wake you. But he couldn't deny he was enjoying each racked sob you gave him, each little moan and pant like the singing of angels. Each roll of your hips giving permission for his own arousal to grow. 

With his left hand on the small of your back, trapped by the weight of your head and shoulders, Jake lifted his right hand to your side. 

Beneath his large palm you were warm too, still sun-kissed from your long day. At first you squirmed against his touch, too light and tickling, making the whole situation worse. Flattening his hand made you stop, although now he could feel the dip of your hip, the swell of your ass. Experimentally he pressed his hand down to feel the soft curves of your body. 

You responded instantly, your body stilling but holding him ever tighter. 

Your moan took shape around his name, "Jake." 

Shocked, Jake pressed his left hand deeper into the small of your back, forcing you closer, your legs tighter around him. You ground yourself against him, deep and slow, his hands helpless, squeezing and rubbing, unable to let you go. 

"Jake, oh- Jake, Jay, Jayyy -" your moans becoming more desperate, his leg wet from your arousal. 

He couldn't take it anymore. His cock, impossibly hard, throbbed with each delicious movement of your body. 

"I'm here - I'm here - wake up." He poked a finger into your side making you squirm and puff a laugh across his neck.

"Jake." You hummed his name, reedy and thin "stop it - I -ugh" you grunted when he shifted you again, desperate for you to wake up. He pushed you up until you were seated across his lap, your eyes flying open. "Jake! What's happening? Are we under attack?" 

"Are we under attack? Are you fucking kidding me sweetheart?" 

"You woke me up?" 

"You woke me up!" 

You looked down, the tent of his shorts and the damp patch on your own, unmistakable. 

"Oh! I'm so sorry!" You tried to move but his hands kept you still, hips bucking slightly at the movement. 

"Just. Stop. If you're not going to help, stop." 

And you did. But only for a second. 

Your hand reached inside his shorts and pulled his leaking cock free, letting it tap his belly with a wet smack. Quickly you shimmied out of your own shorts before sitting astride his thighs. 

"You want me to help?"

Jake tipped his head back and nodded, "Fuck yes." Helping you to sink down into his lap, you could hardly see, blinking sleep from your eyes and letting your mind wander back into the sleepy daze it was so recently enjoying. 

"Fuck, JJ. So fucking big." You sobbed, trying to fall forwards, held up by his palms 

"Knew you'd be filthy, way you rubbed yourself on me in your sleep." He choked out. 

Jake rolled you both onto your sides, pulling you so close you could feel him breathing, wrapped together. 

"I don't- ungh - I don't rub myself on you when I'm asleep!" 

He tightened his grip on your hips, moving your body and taking ownership of each spark of arousal. 

"You do, you were being needy, whiney, my poor baby." His hands cupped your cheeks until you pouted, kisses dancing over you. "But I love it." He gave a harsh thrust, the coil of desire tightening in you.

In the gloom of the tent, and without his glasses, Jake struggled to see you properly, pressing his forehead to yours so he could feel each pinch of your eyebrows, the scrunch of your nose and the soft puff of breath you exhaled as you got closer and closer to release. His beard tickled and scratched the soft skin of your neck following his kisses. 

"I was not." You tried to protest, but Jake tipped his hips, changing the angle and catching the soft spot inside of you that made stars explode in your vision at the same time as pressing down on your swollen clit. 

"Sure, baby, sure." He teased again, face so close you were breathing as one, panting and keening into the sticky air. Each thrust forcing another high pitched whine to escape you. You tipped your head up, catching Jake's lips with your own for the first time and licking into his mouth. He held you close, a hand on the nape of your neck and noses nudging together until you could hardly breathe, dizzy with the sweetness of his kisses. 

Too soon, you felt your release building, each thrust of Jake's hips brushed firm and rhythmic over your clit, pleasure danced up your spine making your toes curl and your fingers tighten in the short blonde hair at the back of his head.

"Jay-" 

His hand clamped around your mouth to muzzle your cry of his name before moving to your lower back. He held you close while you rode out your orgasm, letting you roll your hips over him as you had in your sleep, chasing the aftershocks until you were sated and limp in his arms. 

Like a rag doll he moved you again, holding you close while he gave one, two, three final thrusts, spilling inside of you. 

"Shit." He pulled back, hands still all over you, burning warm but surprisingly soft. 

"Shit " you echoed, falling back onto your camping mat. 

"I - hah - I guess sorry for waking you up." You laughed. Deep down you knew this should have been awkward but… it was Jake. Your Jake. Somehow it just felt right to lie there with him in the after glow and, after all, wasn't this exactly what you'd been dreaming of? 

"If you want to wake me up again sometime, baby, go ahead." Jake laughed, shaking his head, surprisingly shy. With a sigh, you rolled onto your side, looking at Jake's profile in the moonlight seeping through the tent. All of a sudden,you felt very, very tired again. 

Using the last of your energy, you curled yourself into his side, Jake stretched an arm around your shoulders, tucking your head into his chest and you let your eyes fall closed again, content.