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Masterlist

MMA!Bucky Barnes x Reader (SMUT)

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Johnny with a civilian bestie HC

Simon and Johnny's civilian bestie (SMUT)

Knight!Simon and Princess! Reader (SMUT)

John and Bride! Reader (SMUT)

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An Act of Kindness

Biker!Simon Riley x Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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continuation of this

duke!john price comes back home early and is expected to be greeted by his duchess. he’s wasn’t expecting a welcoming party , but from your letters, he was very missed and thought you would tackle him as soon as you heard his carriage.

but alas, he was not tackled, he was greeted by his footmen, johnny and simon. when asked where was the duchess, they just shrugged with Cheshire grins in their faces.

he walked up the stairs leading to your chambers, your moans getting louder with each step. he enters the room, finding you naked on the bed, legs over gaz’s shoulders while he ate you out.

he cleared his throat, getting your attention and gaz’s. your heart was bound to launch out of your chest. there was no explaining why you were naked in bed with a man that wasn’t your husband.

but john just smiles. “well go on, gaz. looked like she was enjoying it.”

and gaz does as he’s told, and which each flick of his tongue, your worry dissipates into pleasure.all while your husband watches.

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Delivery | Soap x Herbalist! Reader

 cw: smut,p in v sex, kinda of a porn trope, an american trying to write a scottish character, potentially inaccurate herb talk

A/N: im so sorry this is so bad but i just had to write this 

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‪‪❤︎‬ Johnny had never been in an apothecary. The only herb he frequented was the Mary Jane when he was younger, but now that he was in the military, weed was a hard no.

‪‪❤︎‬He didn’t like the look of your regular customers. Most of your clientele were women, with their husbands or boyfriends accompanying them. Not hot-as-sin muscular guys with mohawks. Maybe he’s buying something for his partner? 

‪‪❤︎‬You greeted him, then he asks what you recommend if one has trouble sleeping. You suggested a tea blend of valerian root and blue lotus, or  tart cherry and catnip gummies mixed with skullcap and chamomile. 

‪‪❤︎‬You learn his name is Johnny, and he seems very kind. He was attentive when explaining the benefits of each ingredient. He even complimented the sundress you wore today. 

‪‪❤︎‬Expecting him to walk out when he sees the price, or make a remark on how it was cheaper to buy online– you’re taken by surprise when he chooses both.

‪‪❤︎‬He says he’s not a fan of tea, but he knows a brit that’ll enjoy it. 

‪‪❤︎‬You’re done ringing him up but before you can finish wrapping his purchase, he asked if you offer deliveries. Which confused you because duh, he’s already here. Johnny just smiled and asks if you can deliver them to his place personally, so he knows exactly how to take them, when to take them…

-  -  -  -  -

You’re bent over Johnny’s dinner table, face down, dress hiked up, and his purchase forgotten on the table , shifting more and more off the edge as he fucks you. His dick was big, but with a few orgasms on his fingers, and you were wet enough to take all of him.

The sounds of your moans, Johnny’s throaty groans, the table scraping against the floor with each thrust, it was a song he needed to remember so he could replay it over and over and over….

His hands felt at home, holding your hips to thrust into you harder. Watching your ass bounce against him– he had to think of something else – football rosters, ranks of the British army, anything else– so he wouldn't come. 

Johnny was tempted to flip you over so he could see what kind of face you’d make when you came on his dick. He can save that for the morning–he’ll eat your pussy for breakfast then fuck you into his mattress. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, Johnny, please don’t stop,” you begged, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. You fluttered around his dick, the band forming in your belly was close to snapping.

“ Yer close, eh?”

Your brain said yes, but the words couldn't come out. Then, Johnny smacked your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his dick even harder. 

“ Use yer words for me, darlin”, Johnny said, caressing your ass. “ Be loud for me.”

“ Yes yes yes, m’ close,” you preened. He hadn’t changed positions or his speed, but he felt so much deeper. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix– it hurt so good it had you losing your footing. But Johnny's grip was firm; you were going to come on his cock till you saw stars. 

“Fucking helllll,” Johnny threw his head back, his orgasm crashing down, flooding his body with pleasure. You followed suit, moaning his name while you came around his dick. 

Johnny continued thrusting– his nerves were on fire but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you were a mess under him and the cum he pumped you full of was dripping onto the floor. Nonetheless, he took the hint to stop when you weakly pushed his stomach.

He slowly pulled out, then gently flipped over you, fixated on your messy cunt. Your hair was a mess and your face was shiny from sweat. The strap of your dress was falling off– he'll have to get you completely naked next time, so he can see your pretty tits. 

Fucked out and tired– it was a good look on you. 

He opened the package you delivered. Johnny pops a gummy in his mouth, grinning down at you. 

“We’ll be out cold tonight – earned it, didn’t we?”

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A/N: might write herbalist! Reader for other characters? Idk we shall see

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Delivery | Soap x Herbalist! Reader

 cw: smut,p in v sex, kinda of a porn trope, an american trying to write a scottish character, potentially inaccurate herb talk

A/N: im so sorry this is so bad but i just had to write this 

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‪‪❤︎‬ Johnny had never been in an apothecary. The only herb he frequented was the Mary Jane when he was younger, but now that he was in the military, weed was a hard no.

‪‪❤︎‬He didn’t like the look of your regular customers. Most of your clientele were women, with their husbands or boyfriends accompanying them. Not hot-as-sin muscular guys with mohawks. Maybe he’s buying something for his partner? 

‪‪❤︎‬You greeted him, then he asks what you recommend if one has trouble sleeping. You suggested a tea blend of valerian root and blue lotus, or  tart cherry and catnip gummies mixed with skullcap and chamomile. 

‪‪❤︎‬You learn his name is Johnny, and he seems very kind. He was attentive when explaining the benefits of each ingredient. He even complimented the sundress you wore today. 

‪‪❤︎‬Expecting him to walk out when he sees the price, or make a remark on how it was cheaper to buy online– you’re taken by surprise when he chooses both.

‪‪❤︎‬He says he’s not a fan of tea, but he knows a brit that’ll enjoy it. 

‪‪❤︎‬You’re done ringing him up but before you can finish wrapping his purchase, he asked if you offer deliveries. Which confused you because duh, he’s already here. Johnny just smiled and asks if you can deliver them to his place personally, so he knows exactly how to take them, when to take them…

-  -  -  -  -

You’re bent over Johnny’s dinner table, face down, dress hiked up, and his purchase forgotten on the table , shifting more and more off the edge as he fucks you. His dick was big, but with a few orgasms on his fingers, and you were wet enough to take all of him.

The sounds of your moans, Johnny’s throaty groans, the table scraping against the floor with each thrust, it was a song he needed to remember so he could replay it over and over and over….

His hands felt at home, holding your hips to thrust into you harder. Watching your ass bounce against him– he had to think of something else – football rosters, ranks of the British army, anything else– so he wouldn't come. 

Johnny was tempted to flip you over so he could see what kind of face you’d make when you came on his dick. He can save that for the morning–he’ll eat your pussy for breakfast then fuck you into his mattress. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, Johnny, please don’t stop,” you begged, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. You fluttered around his dick, the band forming in your belly was close to snapping.

“ Yer close, eh?”

Your brain said yes, but the words couldn't come out. Then, Johnny smacked your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his dick even harder. 

“ Use yer words for me, darlin”, Johnny said, caressing your ass. “ Be loud for me.”

“ Yes yes yes, m’ close,” you preened. He hadn’t changed positions or his speed, but he felt so much deeper. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix– it hurt so good it had you losing your footing. But Johnny's grip was firm; you were going to come on his cock till you saw stars. 

“Fucking helllll,” Johnny threw his head back, his orgasm crashing down, flooding his body with pleasure. You followed suit, moaning his name while you came around his dick. 

Johnny continued thrusting– his nerves were on fire but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you were a mess under him and the cum he pumped you full of was dripping onto the floor. Nonetheless, he took the hint to stop when you weakly pushed his stomach.

He slowly pulled out, then gently flipped over you, fixated on your messy cunt. Your hair was a mess and your face was shiny from sweat. The strap of your dress was falling off– he'll have to get you completely naked next time, so he can see your pretty tits. 

Fucked out and tired– it was a good look on you. 

He opened the package you delivered. Johnny pops a gummy in his mouth, grinning down at you. 

“We’ll be out cold tonight – earned it, didn’t we?”

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A/N: might write herbalist! Reader for other characters? Idk we shall see

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Delivery | Soap x Herbalist! Reader

 cw: smut,p in v sex, kinda of a porn trope, an american trying to write a scottish character, potentially inaccurate herb talk

A/N: im so sorry this is so bad but i just had to write this 

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‪‪❤︎‬ Johnny had never been in an apothecary. The only herb he frequented was the Mary Jane when he was younger, but now that he was in the military, weed was a hard no.

‪‪❤︎‬He didn’t like the look of your regular customers. Most of your clientele were women, with their husbands or boyfriends accompanying them. Not hot-as-sin muscular guys with mohawks. Maybe he’s buying something for his partner? 

‪‪❤︎‬You greeted him, then he asks what you recommend if one has trouble sleeping. You suggested a tea blend of valerian root and blue lotus, or  tart cherry and catnip gummies mixed with skullcap and chamomile. 

‪‪❤︎‬You learn his name is Johnny, and he seems very kind. He was attentive when explaining the benefits of each ingredient. He even complimented the sundress you wore today. 

‪‪❤︎‬Expecting him to walk out when he sees the price, or make a remark on how it was cheaper to buy online– you’re taken by surprise when he chooses both.

‪‪❤︎‬He says he’s not a fan of tea, but he knows a brit that’ll enjoy it. 

‪‪❤︎‬You’re done ringing him up but before you can finish wrapping his purchase, he asked if you offer deliveries. Which confused you because duh, he’s already here. Johnny just smiled and asks if you can deliver them to his place personally, so he knows exactly how to take them, when to take them…

-  -  -  -  -

You’re bent over Johnny’s dinner table, face down, dress hiked up, and his purchase forgotten on the table , shifting more and more off the edge as he fucks you. His dick was big, but with a few orgasms on his fingers, and you were wet enough to take all of him.

The sounds of your moans, Johnny’s throaty groans, the table scraping against the floor with each thrust, it was a song he needed to remember so he could replay it over and over and over….

His hands felt at home, holding your hips to thrust into you harder. Watching your ass bounce against him– he had to think of something else – football rosters, ranks of the British army, anything else– so he wouldn't come. 

Johnny was tempted to flip you over so he could see what kind of face you’d make when you came on his dick. He can save that for the morning–he’ll eat your pussy for breakfast then fuck you into his mattress. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, Johnny, please don’t stop,” you begged, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. You fluttered around his dick, the band forming in your belly was close to snapping.

“ Yer close, eh?”

Your brain said yes, but the words couldn't come out. Then, Johnny smacked your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his dick even harder. 

“ Use yer words for me, darlin”, Johnny said, caressing your ass. “ Be loud for me.”

“ Yes yes yes, m’ close,” you preened. He hadn’t changed positions or his speed, but he felt so much deeper. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix– it hurt so good it had you losing your footing. But Johnny's grip was firm; you were going to come on his cock till you saw stars. 

“Fucking helllll,” Johnny threw his head back, his orgasm crashing down, flooding his body with pleasure. You followed suit, moaning his name while you came around his dick. 

Johnny continued thrusting– his nerves were on fire but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you were a mess under him and the cum he pumped you full of was dripping onto the floor. Nonetheless, he took the hint to stop when you weakly pushed his stomach.

He slowly pulled out, then gently flipped over you, fixated on your messy cunt. Your hair was a mess and your face was shiny from sweat. The strap of your dress was falling off– he'll have to get you completely naked next time, so he can see your pretty tits. 

Fucked out and tired– it was a good look on you. 

He opened the package you delivered. Johnny pops a gummy in his mouth, grinning down at you. 

“We’ll be out cold tonight – earned it, didn’t we?”

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A/N: might write herbalist! Reader for other characters? Idk we shall see

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Always Mine

Pairing: John Price x Reader

♡You reunite with the one that got away before your wedding.♡

AKA - John fucks you before you’re supposed to get married.

warnings: cheating ( reader forced into marriage), Cunnilingus, rough p in v sex , somewhat proofread, bad smut SORRY ,

A/N: how the fuck did this get so long this was supposed to be a drabble

 ♡the picture above does not reflect reader’s appearance, only the aesthetic of the overall story♡

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This was supposed to be one of the greatest days of your life. But the butterflies in your stomach were filled with dread. You were a guest to your own wedding, yet the star of the show. Your family played you like a marionette so here you were, soon to marry a monster.

You frowned at your appearance. A Dominican blowout turned your curls into silky, pin-straight hair. As beautiful as it was, a grand occasion called for your natural curls.

Your necklace was decorated with heavy diamonds, and the earrings were just as clunky. A simple unclasping and it was off, but the weight suffocated you. 

The silver robe was the simplest article of clothing in your wardrobe. You dared to walk down the aisle in it, instead of the extravagant t gown your fiancé's mother picked out.

The engagement ring was a marquise cut made of 18 karat diamonds. The stones around the band pricked your finger, but beauty was pain, according to the rich.

It was cliche to ponder about the one that got away, but your day dreams were your only refuge to your hellish reality.You begged your mother for an hour of solitude, which she begrudgingly allowed or you would’ve “ thrown a tantrum”. 

If you were marrying him, you could have had it your way. You would have donned a rose-gold ballgown, accessorized with a locket gifted to you by your grandmother. No straight hair but curls free, clipped back with a sparkly headpiece. And you sure as hell wouldn't tie the knot in a  depressing chapel.

Would he wear a dress uniform or a tuxedo? Would he have wanted a photographer, or a live painter. Would he tell anyone he was married?

But, he made his choice. He answered his nation’s call, time and time again. The ring on your finger was a consequence. 

The floorboards creaked behind you. And then in the mirror, some movement.

Your heart dropped to your stomach.

He just stood there, taking in your appearance. You felt small standing across from him, he had that intimidating impact on people. It was hard to tell what he was thinking- but it felt like he was sizing you up, quietly disapproving. Anger flooded your veins at his audacity.

“You need to leave,” you stated firmly. 

“You look beautiful.”

You curled your hand into a fist. “ You can take your compliments and shove them up your ass.”

You wanted to smack the smirk off of John’s face. You haven't seen him in a long time,but he looked the same. His eyes are a little more tired and his beard has grown out. As pissed as you were, he was still a handsome guy. And John’s smirk made you want to jump his bones.

“What, am I not allowed to pop in and see the blushing bride? Thought Laswell was taking the piss when she said you were actually getting married.” He peered down at your engagement ring. 

“ Okay, you saw me, now you can leave.”

John being here is dangerous. All he was doing was standing there and he made your head spin like a compass gone haywire. You were ready to walk down the aisle to another man, but he always made you throw sense out the window. 

“ You’re really doing this?” 

“ I am.” I don’t have a choice, the words died on your lips.

John wasn’t lying when he said you looked beautiful. Not a hair was out of place, pretty jewelry that shone against your skin. The ring was obnoxious, but pretty. But it didn’t look like you.

There was nothing sexier than you in one of his t-shirts, wearing your bonnet. Your grandmother’s locket was always on your person, no matter what you wore. He loved helping you untangle your curls and was fascinated when hours of maintenance produced the loveliest coils. You wanted to get married near the beach, not a gloomy chapel. 

Hell, the fucking robe was more you than all the get-up you had on. 

There was no way John was turning a blind eye to you marrying another man– taking his last name and wearing his ring. Your fiancé was a cruel man. John knew about all the monsters that went bump in the night. People that hid their egregious sins with money and pretty faces.

John considered himself a monster, too. But a fool he was not; he wasn’t losing you again.

“ Then don’t.”

“ You say it like it’s easy.”

John took a step forward. “Do you want to marry him?”

Your eyes were fixated on the door. If anyone came in, you could say John was your cousin or-

He pushed your hair back, tracing your collarbone with a calloused finger, then up to your neck. Just as he suspected, your pulse fluttered under his touch.

“ You know the answer to that.” 

“I need you to say it, gorgeous.” 

You thought your eyes did the talking for you, but John wanted you to admit it. You still loved him, but he had no right. He was the one that left.

“ I know you’re angry with me. And you have every right to be. I’ll fuck the frustration out of you, love. I need to hear you say it.”

You were shifting as you stood, trying to quell the ache between your thighs. You were an idiot to think you could ever forget him– not when his touch was so deeply imprinted into your memory. He smelled like cedar, a scent you once found comfort in. It made your stomach twist, but not in fear. 

The price of honesty was deadly. But you did ask for an hour alone. And it had only been 15 minutes. 

“ I don’t want to marry him.” 

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You tasted just like he remembered. He blew air into your clit, inducing you to wrap your legs around his head. His lips were at home, kissing your pretty thighs; he flicked his tongue, moaning into your cunt. 

 Pinning you to the vanity he sat you on, the casual show of strength making your head dizzy. He drew a figure eight into your pussy with his tongue , and then another one, and another one.He allowed you to grab his hair, but he didn’t want you  controlling his face. 

John wanted you soaked on his tongue before he even bothered touching your clit.

More slick leaked out of your cunt when he blew on your clit more; it was muscle memory how you reacted to his touch.

“ John,” you whispered, “ Keep doing that please.”

He heeded your command, then pressed a gentle kiss to your clit. John’s beard tickled your thighs as he flattened his tongue and licked from side to side. With every swipe of his tongue , any inclination to stop left your mind.His knees ached and his lungs burned for oxygen, but he wasn’t stopping until his face was soaked.

You had to be mindful of potentially sweating out your makeup and blowout, but a man like him made you lose any sense. You still tried to keep your moans low, but he made that an impossible task. 

A jolt of pleasure shot through your veins when he began reading your clit with the tip of his tongue,Your body was a traitor for submitting to him so quickly. Getting on his knees and eating you out was a property apology. 

You bit your lip, reminding yourself you had to keep quiet, until John pushed a thick finger into your pussy.

“John!”

He pulled back and grinned. “ Keep it down, yeah?. I’m tryin’ to apologize so you have to keep it down for me.” 

“ Need’ to stretch you out for my cock.” 

The stretch had you slipping off the vanity. He attached your lips to your clit and sucked hard, while simultaneously pumping his finger in and out of your cunt. One finger and your brain was scrambled.

“Taste so fucking good,” John mumbled. “All for me.”  It was damning how he forgot how easy it was to get drunk on your pussy. Swallowing every drop of you in between using your clit like a pacifier was the best part.

Your heart was jackhammering in your chest. “m’ close.. please.. please”.”

John curled his fingers and the coil at the base of your spine sprung free. Bitting your hand, you trembled, squirting on his face as he continued to hit your g-spot. John eagerly lapped up all you gave him, not stopping until you tapped out.

You  pulled his face away from your pussy. He licked his finger clean– admiring how fucked out you were.Your eyes glanced towards the door. If anyone came in, you were dead. There was no doubt you sweated your makeup off. The sweat on the back of your neck threatened to revert their curls back to its natural state. 

This was supposed to be the greatest day of your life. And maybe it could be. 

John gently led you onto the floor and hovered above you. Tugging his pants and boxers down, he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “ I miss you, gorgeous,” he whispered. “ Can’t believe I was stupid enough to let you go. He rubs his dick against your messy pussy , holding back a groan. “I want you to walk down the aisle to me, not that rich fuck.”

You huffed, “ Then you should’ve proposed when you had the chance.”

He didn’t flinch at your sharp tone – but something in his eyes cracked.

“I wanted to,” he murmured. “Every damn day.”

Too late, you wanted to say. Yet you weren’t ready to bury your love for him.

“Say you belong to me,” you told him.

“ I belong to you.”

John slowly pushed his dick into you. The pain dissolved into a sharp sting.You steadied your breath, inhaling and exhaling in three steady breaths. In for three, out for three. You didn't dare look down to see how much of him was inside you, or wasn't.

Everything in his body burned. John’s arms threatened to give out as he hovered above you. It took all of his self control not to come.

With the steady roll of John’s hips and his constant praise of  "Relax for me, gorgeous ”, he finally bottomed out.

God, you could feel him in your stomach he was so fucking big. Your pelvis was flush against his hips, which gave your clit the perfect amount of pressure.

“ Please, John.” you squirmed underneath him. “ I need you to fuck me.”

He slowly pulled out, until just the tip was inside of you. With a slow roll of his hips, he sheathed himself inside you. John kept the slow tempo, gauging your reactions, melting in the warmth of your pussy. You bit down on his shoulder; the cotton was weird on your tongue, but you couldn't risk anyone hearing you.

Lying on the floor did your back no favors, and your hair was for sure fucked up. But every thrust, feeling how perfect he fit inside you– banished any future consequences. 

The way you were trying to meet his thrusts told him you wanted him deeper. So he pushed your knees into your chest and sped up, dominating you, just like memory recalled.

His cock kissed your cervix, but not in a way that it hurt you. He knew your body– he knew exactly what angles to hit, how much force he should give you. And he knew you could take all he was giving you.

John wanted to hear how beautiful you sounded when he gave you a proper fucking. Your teeth marking his skin was just as hot. 

“ I belong to you gorgeous,” he said with conviction. “I belong inside you.” 

“ Takin’ me so well, like a good fucking girl." John released one of your knees and played with your clit. All the sleepless nights because you weren't by side, or waiting for him stateside– he poured that pent up anger into fucking you. 

Your orgasm cascaded in waves; him stimulating your clit, his lack of mercy, it was too much. A wave of euphoria swept over you, leaving your head dizzy .You squeezed him for he was worth– you swore you saw stars. John followed suit, pumping copious amounts of cum into your pussy, fucking you through your orgasm. 

You didn’t want him to pull out, it was too soon. But the hourglass was out of sand. The look in his eyes was unwavering– that this would not be the last time. John always got his way, even if it took blood, sweat, and tears. 

Your jaw hurt from how hard you were biting his shoulder, but you kissed him nonetheless. John’s lips were soft and spicy, a taste so addicting that you didn’t want to pull away. It was a kiss so perfect that you prayed the rest of the world would disappear so you could cherish this moment.

But alas, the world was still here, and you knew what that meant.

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As soon as he cleaned you up, he disappeared as swiftly as he arrived. But you don’t regret it. It was the least you could do ; you were forced to marry a monster, one secret kept under lock and key wouldn't kill anyone. 

It was so easy for him to pick up and  leave– you hated him for it. It wasn’t surprising though. The saying did go: fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me. 

All of a sudden, the door flew upon, hitting the wall with a crash. Three of your fiancé’s bodyguards ran into the room and locked the door. One of them said something intelligible into the phone, another ran to the window and closed the curtain. They were all carrying their pistols, locked and loaded. 

“ What is going on?,” you asked. You had your robe back on, you didn’t want them seeing you like this. 

They didn’t even bother looking at you. You clapped, “ Hello?! What is going on?!” 

Silence. Even if they are under your fiance’s orders to be here, it doesn’t give them the right to invade your privacy.

“ Coño, can you not fucking hear me?! What the fuck is going on?!”

One of the bodyguards sighed as his eyes met yours.

“ Your fiancé is dead.”

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as i was editing this I realized how bad this was but YOLO i worked hard on this

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duke john price! who loves his wife. it was a love match and he worshipped the ground you walked on. he’ll do anything to make you happy and anything to keep you by his side as his duchess.

sometimes duke!price has to leave on business, you ask if you can come along , but he insists he wants you safe at home, and he trusts you to manage the estate and govern his territory in his stead.

john trusts his secretary ,kyle, to help you in any way he can. Anything you command of him, he will do, no questions asked.

sometimes you get overwhelmed taking over john’s duties. what if you said the wrong thing or did something wrong..?

that’s why secretary!kyle is at your disposal, to help you relax. sometimes he’ll eat the duchess’s pretty pussy still she passes out or stretch her cunt out with his fingers till she sees stars.maybe a few spanks to her pussy to get her out of her head.

secretary!gaz writes to duke!john to ensure him his duchess is taken care of, detailing everything he did to please the duchess.

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Delivery | Soap x Herbalist! Reader

 cw: smut,p in v sex, kinda of a porn trope, an american trying to write a scottish character, potentially inaccurate herb talk

A/N: im so sorry this is so bad but i just had to write this 

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‪‪❤︎‬ Johnny had never been in an apothecary. The only herb he frequented was the Mary Jane when he was younger, but now that he was in the military, weed was a hard no.

‪‪❤︎‬He didn’t like the look of your regular customers. Most of your clientele were women, with their husbands or boyfriends accompanying them. Not hot-as-sin muscular guys with mohawks. Maybe he’s buying something for his partner? 

‪‪❤︎‬You greeted him, then he asks what you recommend if one has trouble sleeping. You suggested a tea blend of valerian root and blue lotus, or  tart cherry and catnip gummies mixed with skullcap and chamomile. 

‪‪❤︎‬You learn his name is Johnny, and he seems very kind. He was attentive when explaining the benefits of each ingredient. He even complimented the sundress you wore today. 

‪‪❤︎‬Expecting him to walk out when he sees the price, or make a remark on how it was cheaper to buy online– you’re taken by surprise when he chooses both.

‪‪❤︎‬He says he’s not a fan of tea, but he knows a brit that’ll enjoy it. 

‪‪❤︎‬You’re done ringing him up but before you can finish wrapping his purchase, he asked if you offer deliveries. Which confused you because duh, he’s already here. Johnny just smiled and asks if you can deliver them to his place personally, so he knows exactly how to take them, when to take them…

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You’re bent over Johnny’s dinner table, face down, dress hiked up, and his purchase forgotten on the table , shifting more and more off the edge as he fucks you. His dick was big, but with a few orgasms on his fingers, and you were wet enough to take all of him.

The sounds of your moans, Johnny’s throaty groans, the table scraping against the floor with each thrust, it was a song he needed to remember so he could replay it over and over and over….

His hands felt at home, holding your hips to thrust into you harder. Watching your ass bounce against him– he had to think of something else – football rosters, ranks of the British army, anything else– so he wouldn't come. 

Johnny was tempted to flip you over so he could see what kind of face you’d make when you came on his dick. He can save that for the morning–he’ll eat your pussy for breakfast then fuck you into his mattress. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, Johnny, please don’t stop,” you begged, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. You fluttered around his dick, the band forming in your belly was close to snapping.

“ Yer close, eh?”

Your brain said yes, but the words couldn't come out. Then, Johnny smacked your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his dick even harder. 

“ Use yer words for me, darlin”, Johnny said, caressing your ass. “ Be loud for me.”

“ Yes yes yes, m’ close,” you preened. He hadn’t changed positions or his speed, but he felt so much deeper. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix– it hurt so good it had you losing your footing. But Johnny's grip was firm; you were going to come on his cock till you saw stars. 

“Fucking helllll,” Johnny threw his head back, his orgasm crashing down, flooding his body with pleasure. You followed suit, moaning his name while you came around his dick. 

Johnny continued thrusting– his nerves were on fire but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you were a mess under him and the cum he pumped you full of was dripping onto the floor. Nonetheless, he took the hint to stop when you weakly pushed his stomach.

He slowly pulled out, then gently flipped over you, fixated on your messy cunt. Your hair was a mess and your face was shiny from sweat. The strap of your dress was falling off– he'll have to get you completely naked next time, so he can see your pretty tits. 

Fucked out and tired– it was a good look on you. 

He opened the package you delivered. Johnny pops a gummy in his mouth, grinning down at you. 

“We’ll be out cold tonight – earned it, didn’t we?”

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A/N: might write herbalist! Reader for other characters? Idk we shall see

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Delivery | Soap x Herbalist! Reader

 cw: smut,p in v sex, kinda of a porn trope, an american trying to write a scottish character, potentially inaccurate herb talk

A/N: im so sorry this is so bad but i just had to write this 

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‪‪❤︎‬ Johnny had never been in an apothecary. The only herb he frequented was the Mary Jane when he was younger, but now that he was in the military, weed was a hard no.

‪‪❤︎‬He didn’t like the look of your regular customers. Most of your clientele were women, with their husbands or boyfriends accompanying them. Not hot-as-sin muscular guys with mohawks. Maybe he’s buying something for his partner? 

‪‪❤︎‬You greeted him, then he asks what you recommend if one has trouble sleeping. You suggested a tea blend of valerian root and blue lotus, or  tart cherry and catnip gummies mixed with skullcap and chamomile. 

‪‪❤︎‬You learn his name is Johnny, and he seems very kind. He was attentive when explaining the benefits of each ingredient. He even complimented the sundress you wore today. 

‪‪❤︎‬Expecting him to walk out when he sees the price, or make a remark on how it was cheaper to buy online– you’re taken by surprise when he chooses both.

‪‪❤︎‬He says he’s not a fan of tea, but he knows a brit that’ll enjoy it. 

‪‪❤︎‬You’re done ringing him up but before you can finish wrapping his purchase, he asked if you offer deliveries. Which confused you because duh, he’s already here. Johnny just smiled and asks if you can deliver them to his place personally, so he knows exactly how to take them, when to take them…

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You’re bent over Johnny’s dinner table, face down, dress hiked up, and his purchase forgotten on the table , shifting more and more off the edge as he fucks you. His dick was big, but with a few orgasms on his fingers, and you were wet enough to take all of him.

The sounds of your moans, Johnny’s throaty groans, the table scraping against the floor with each thrust, it was a song he needed to remember so he could replay it over and over and over….

His hands felt at home, holding your hips to thrust into you harder. Watching your ass bounce against him– he had to think of something else – football rosters, ranks of the British army, anything else– so he wouldn't come. 

Johnny was tempted to flip you over so he could see what kind of face you’d make when you came on his dick. He can save that for the morning–he’ll eat your pussy for breakfast then fuck you into his mattress. 

“ Fuck, fuck, fuck, Johnny, please don’t stop,” you begged, eyes rolling back as the tip of his cock hit your g-spot. You fluttered around his dick, the band forming in your belly was close to snapping.

“ Yer close, eh?”

Your brain said yes, but the words couldn't come out. Then, Johnny smacked your ass, making you yelp and squeeze his dick even harder. 

“ Use yer words for me, darlin”, Johnny said, caressing your ass. “ Be loud for me.”

“ Yes yes yes, m’ close,” you preened. He hadn’t changed positions or his speed, but he felt so much deeper. The tip of his dick kissed your cervix– it hurt so good it had you losing your footing. But Johnny's grip was firm; you were going to come on his cock till you saw stars. 

“Fucking helllll,” Johnny threw his head back, his orgasm crashing down, flooding his body with pleasure. You followed suit, moaning his name while you came around his dick. 

Johnny continued thrusting– his nerves were on fire but he couldn't bring himself to stop. Not when you were a mess under him and the cum he pumped you full of was dripping onto the floor. Nonetheless, he took the hint to stop when you weakly pushed his stomach.

He slowly pulled out, then gently flipped over you, fixated on your messy cunt. Your hair was a mess and your face was shiny from sweat. The strap of your dress was falling off– he'll have to get you completely naked next time, so he can see your pretty tits. 

Fucked out and tired– it was a good look on you. 

He opened the package you delivered. Johnny pops a gummy in his mouth, grinning down at you. 

“We’ll be out cold tonight – earned it, didn’t we?”

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A/N: might write herbalist! Reader for other characters? Idk we shall see

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MMA! Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings : locker room sex, thigh riding, reader is implied to be virgin,

A/N : this is terrible but hey, i wrote! Also not did not proofread this 

“ Keep going, bunny.” Bucky praised as you rested your head on his shoulder. “ You’re doing so well for me.”

You should have known he was up to no good when he insisted you wear a skirt for his fight. 

You should have known when he was looking you up and down when you came to give him good luck. 

 His pre-fight ritual was spending a few moments to himself in the locker room, having a few sips of whiskey that burned in just the right way. But, he insisted he needed to warm up his legs more.

He pulled you into the locker room; your panties were at your ankles and thrown on the floor in seconds as he settled you on his thigh. 

Your hands found purchase on his shoulders, but you didn’t dare look at Bucky. You focused on the growing bulge contained in his shorts. The thought of riding him made you even wetter. 

“ Jamie,” you whined. 

Bucky took in the sight before him: your face was shiny from the exertion. He held your weight with no effort as you rode his thigh even harder. He might have crescent shape marks on his shoulder blades when you’re finished, not that he minded. The little pleas of his name made his heart beat even faster. 

This he wanted you. Everyday. Needy for him. Using him like a damn toy. Only if he was the only one you were using. And after he becomes the heavy weight champion, he will be. 

He flexed his thigh, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. The pressure in your belly was growing; you looked up.

He grabbed your hips and drove you further on his thigh. Bucky had a shit eating grin that you wanted to smack off his face. “ Don’t get all tired of me now, bunny.” He pinched your nipple through your shirt. “ If you can’t handle one orgasm, how can you handle me when I make heavy weight champion?’

“ If”,  you half heartedly glared at him.

He would, he would do anything if it meant he was the first one inside your pretty pussy.

If Bucky is anything,he is a motivated man. And the best motivation was you. 

“ Bucky-”

“ Be a good girl and come for me,”

You could see his abs tighten and his biceps bulge, probably trying not to come in his pants. 

He flexed his thigh, and that was the pressure you needed to be sent over the edge. You held on to him, moaning his name as you came on his thigh. He refused to let your hips still as he continued moving you on his thigh. A jolt of pain to your clit finally made you pull off his thigh. 

BANG BANG , “ Fight is in 5 minutes Barnes!”

“Sam is gonna get you,” you huffed, your legs too shaky to stand.

Bucky shrugged and sat up to get a paper towel to wipe off the mess on his leg. “ I’m not going to apologize for making you come.” 

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A/N : abrupt ending but oh well. Possibly part 2?

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Secret Love Affair

Pairing : Knight! Simon Riley x Princess! Reader 

Summary: Simon fulfills a promise he made to you.

Warnings: talk of virginity, purity culture ( kind of) , sexism related to royalty , NSFW, Face Riding, fingering, possibly ooc , Not proofread

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You closed your eyes and inhaled through your nose.1…2…3

Boom!

A cannonball shook the ground. Your eyes flew open. Smoke clouded the air as trees and the buildings of the capital burned. The townspeoples’ homes were gone as the fire raged on. The battle cries of the knights and soldiers were a distance away. If you had your telescope, you could see the bodies of slain men --- your country’s knights and Makarov’s. 

You were bound to the catacombs of the castle, to watch the livelihood of your country in a tug of war. It was the duty of a princess- to be trapped in a gilded cage away from prying eyes.

You looked behind you. Ghost was at the entrance of the room, still as a statue. His hand rested on the hilt of his sword; as ready as he was to protect you, you knew his heart wasn’t here. His heart was with his fellow kingsguard, the 141. They were fighting on the frontlines, while he was used as a marionette to protect you.

“I’m sorry.” you broke the silence.

“For?”

“That you have to be here.”

“My place is here, Princess.” he said curtly. 

You stood up. “ So you are content with being a guard dog, while the others-”

“ My place is here, Princess.”

Maybe it’s fitting. That the one person who has always been loyal to you, would be with you, come hell or highwater. Simon may be a member of the Kingsguard, but he was yours. 

Makarov’s men could be victorious against your armies. If he was successful in killing the King and the Queen, he would take you as his bride. A shiny trophy to go along with your country. 

If you became Makarov’s wife, you’d be forced to bed him and have his children. The thought makes your heart drop to your stomach. You deserve to experience the carnal pleasure that fosters with love, even if it’s for a moment. 

“Can I ask you something, Ghost?”

He donned his black barbute helmet, which is uncommon for any knight to wear, unless they were jousting or in a ceremony. When he bore it, he was Ghost. 

“You jus’ did , Princess .”

You rolled your eyes. “ I’m serious.”

“ So am I. What’s your second question, princess?”

You hesitate to step towards him. The sound of your boots striking stone echoes throughout the catacombs, making you frown. If you made another step, they would hear you, you were sure of it. 

But nothing. The battle raged on outside, and Ghost stood as tall as ever. 

You walked towards him. “ Do you remember the promise you made to me…when… when we were in the garden? When we learned Makarov attacked the Southern border?” 

Your virtue belonged to whoever the king deemed worthy. But if there was a possibility of choice, you would give yourself to Simon, in a way you wanted. 

“ What about it?”

You huffed. “ Do you remember it?”

“ I do.”

You touched his shoulder. “ Look at me,” you commanded.

He turned around. “ If Makarov is victorious and you..” You couldn't even put it into words, the thought of him dying to protect you. “ I do not want my virtue to be taken by…him.”you cringed.

“I’ll rip out his throat before he even comes close to you, Princess.” 

Your heart swelled. Even though his voice sounded like sin, it called something only in you, aching to be undone.

“ But that’s not the reality, is it?” you take his gauntlet covered hand. “ The reality is my life is not my own. It’s the king’s. And if Makarov slays the King, my life will be his.”

“ Do I not deserve to be selfish?” you continued “ Even if it is for a night?”

He didn’t answer. You swallowed a lump in your throat. “ Take off your helmet.”

With no hesitancy, Simon took it off. His gaze pinned you to in place, made you want to forget yourself entirely- your name,your title, all of it. 

“ Will you fulfill your promise to me?” you whispered. 

“ I’ll do anything you command, Princess.”

“ Kiss me.”

Simon pulled you in by the waist. His eyes looked for permission, which you gave by pressing your lips against his. 

His lips tasted bitter, but it was a pleasant burn that made your heart catapult out of your chest. Every time you pulled back, he followed. 

Simon angled your head back and nibbled your bottom lip. You opened your mouth so he could deepen the kiss, letting him take the lead. You didn’t flinch when he kissed you harder. You wanted to be consumed by him. You tugged on his hair, eliciting a groan from the knight. 

A million thoughts were running through Simon’s head. He was in no way to defend if someone discovered where they were, and if they did, they would walk into a scene that would be a courtesan blush. But any rationality be damned. His heart was in his arms, and there was no way he was letting you go.  

You broke the kiss, panting in shallow breaths. “ I need you, Simon.”

“ Then you’ll have me, Princess.”

You helped him remove his armor. His gauntlets and breastplate dropped with a heavy thud, leaving him in his tunic. Simon removed your gown and loosened your corset.He led you to a dusty bed and sat down, pulling you onto his lap. Your neck tickled from the butterfly kisses he littered on your neck. Then, he laid back on a pillow and moved you so you were straddling his neck.

“What are you doing?” You attempted to move back but Simon’s grip on your hips are iron tight.

“I want to taste your cunt, Princess,” he smirked. 

“Simon, that’s…” His obscene words sent a shiver down your spine.

“ You’re the one that wanted me to be your first. I want to be the first man to taste you.” I want to be the only man that can taste you.

“ Are you sure, I don’t want to hurt-”

“ And you won't," he cut you off, “ You could never hurt me.” he said sincerely.

You moved closer and took your rightful seat on your throne - his face.

The delicious scrape of his scruff made your clit throb. He began drawing small circles on your clit using his tongue.  You closed your eyes and threw your head back, sinking your weight onto him with each flick of his tongue. 

You fisted his hair, panting as he sucked on your clit. It was criminal that sex felt this good. How anyone could be denied this pleasure was beyond you. 

Simon hummed into your cunt, which made you grind against his face. His calloused fingers squeezed your hips, signaling you to do it again. You looked down to Simon’s blown out pupils. You’ve never been more turned on.

He guided you to ride his face, making the headboard hit the wall. Your thighs muffled your moans, which displeased Simon, but he couldn’t bring himself to lift you off. Your thick thighs squished his face, and your pussy was hot on his tongue. 

Simon felt like an addict. There was no way in hell one taste was going to be enough. If he lived to see tomorrow, he would get on his knees and beg to whatever god was out there if he could have another taste. 

There’s nothing good about being an addict, sure, but he would give up going to heaven if it meant he could eat your pussy everyday.

“Simon.. Need.. fuucck.” The lewd smacking of his tongue on your clit was so intense you couldn't think of anything but him. You rode his face frantically, losing any rhythm to chase the pleasure building in the base of your spine. 

Simon’s lungs burned for a breath of air, but there was no way he was stopping now. He’d die a happy man between your thighs. Simon began humming into your clit once more,enjoying the way your thighs shook in his hold. You were close to your first orgasm. 

“ Sogoodsogood ,” you rambled  , “ Simon....” your vision went white as the tension in you released all at once. You yanked his face into your pussy, his nose against your clit making you squirm.

Simon eagerly took all you gave him, soaking his tongue. His heart swelled when he released this had been your first orgasm. And now it belonged to him.

You pull away from his face. Simon sat up, allowing you to rest your head on his chest. His heart was jackhammering, but as he caught his breath, it slowed down. The sound would have lulled you to sleep, if your bare pussy wasn’t sitting on his dick.

 Simon flipped you over so that he was above you, allowing you to rest. You were already fucked out, but he craved for more. He could mark your pretty tits with his teeth, or have you ride his thigh until you were begging for mercy. Having you under him wasn’t a bad place to be.

He pried your thighs open, grazing the soft flesh with his finger tips. “ Do you need more, princess?”. You nodded. “ Give me words, princess.”

“Please, Simon.” You squirmed under him. “ I need more.”

Like a good soldier , he follows the command, and slightly brushed over your clit with the pad of his thumb. You were tinder soaked in heat, and the moment he touched you, the spark caught.

Simon tapped your clit, making you jolt. He soothed the ache by rubbing circles into your clit. “Your pussy is so fucking pretty,” he crooned. His words curled around you like silk, but the heat of his words still left you breathless. You tried closing your thighs, only for Simon to hold them down his thighs.

“ Nah-uh, your orgasms belong to me, which means this pussy belongs to me. So you’re gonna be a good girl and come on my fingers.”

“ I’m sorry,” you mumbled meekly. 

He chuckled. The sight of you, begging for his touch was a memory he would safekeep. You looked at him with so much trust, there was no way in hell he’d take advantage of it.

Simon slowly pushed his finger into your cunt. You immediately tensed up; Simon leaned down to kiss the tip of your nose “ Breathe for me, princess.” You grabbed onto his wrist but heeded his command, taking a deep inhale. As you relaxed, the discomfort dissipated, moaning as he stretched you. “Atta’ girl, taking me so well.”

He thrusted his finger in and out of you while his thumb rubbed your clit. He was playing you like a fine-tuned instrument; your beautiful moans made him ever harder, if that was even possibly. 

“ Need another finger, princess?”

“Yes!” you exclaimed, arching your back off the bed. “ Need’ more.”

He slipped another finger inside of you, your pussy fluttering around him. He pumped his fingers faster, wasting no time to give you another orgasm. Nothing could take this moment away from you. 

Except it could very well happen. 

Simon curled his fingers, “Be a good girl and come for me.” 

Your heart melted at the praise. “ Faster,please. Need you… f-faster.”

“ You have me, princess.” One more swipe at your clit has you squirting on his fingers, chanting his name like a prayer.

He continues fingering you, until he takes the hint that you were too sensitive to continue. He pulls his fingers out of cunt and looks at you.

If your country was successful against Makarov, you would have to live life as if this never happened. But no matter who you were bound to marry, your heart belonged to Simon; only the moon and stars knew your truth. 

Even if his heart remained lost to the battlefield, you would find a way to offer him your love– in this life, and the next.

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A/N : EW EW EW literally what is this...

 anyways thank y'all for the love on A Favor

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you work at a retirement facility as a laundry attendant. one of your residents, an older black woman, asks you if you can hand wash her bonnets and silk pillows.

which you’re happy to oblige because you understand that silk needs to be treated with care , as a bonnet wearer and silk pillow user yourself.

you exchange recommendations for hair products , and she’s always telling you about her grandson who is in the military, but for some reason she doesn’t have any pictures of him?

you knock on her door with her laundry in hand, only to be greeted by the most gorgeous man you’ve ever seen in your life.

the henley he wore did him all the favors, you wanted to reach out and touch his muscles. did you mention he was gorgeous?

“let her in! dearest, this is the woman i told you about. doesn’t she have the loveliest curls?”

he smiled look at you up and down with a heated gaze. “I couldn’t agree more”

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Masterlist

MMA!Bucky Barnes x Reader (SMUT)

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Johnny with a civilian bestie HC

Simon and Johnny's civilian bestie (SMUT)

Knight!Simon and Princess! Reader (SMUT)

John and Bride! Reader (SMUT)

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An Act of Kindness

Biker!Simon Riley x Reader, Biker!Bucky Barnes x Reader

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simon riley frequents his local animal shelter, for two reasons.

1.furry animals give him serotonin(keep snakes away from him).

2.so he can see his favorite employee, you.

whether it's giving the dogs a bath or cuddling with the cats, he enjoys spending time with you and listening to whatever you have going on. you have a gentle touch with the animals, and you're kind to him, even though your coworkers think he's a little weird.

you mention to simon that you plan on spending the night in the shelter the night a thunderstorm will hit your city. you wanted comfort your furry friends if they got scared.

imagine your surprise when simon shows up at the shelter drenched from the rain, and holding takeout, ready to brave the storm with you.

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I was going through your blog and I saw a post from a long time ago about reader being a saloon girl with the 141. Could you talk about it?

I would love to talk about it!

Reader was a farmer’s daughter, young in age but unmarried, when her parents had died. Leaving behind a piece of land by her parents, reader had no income and no choice but to turn to being a saloon girl to try and stay afloat — especially during a time when women were kept to very basic roles as wives and mothers

John is the sheriff of this isolated town in the mountains, dedicated to trying to keep some morsel of law in this place. While he remains unmarried at the present age, he had duties that keep him busy including checking in on an old friend’s daughter after his passing

Kyle is the deputy, a startling decision that the town doesn’t exactly agree with because of the colour of his skin (FUCK RACISM) and has a steady job because of John. Kyle is a damn good deputy, he works hard and keeps the law alongside John, despite the prejudices stacked against him

Simon Riley would work with his hands, either in the stables or in the blacksmith. He’s built himself a reputation and has a close relationship with both the sheriff and the deputy, although he has his fair share of disorderly conduct. He drinks, he gambles and he likes women in the saloon that experience the inability to walk when he’s done with them

Johnny MacTavish would be the bartender in the saloon, slinging drinks for people who think he’s incapable because he’s an immigrant from Scotland (FUCK PREJUDICES). He’s a damn good barkeep and loves to flirt with the saloon girls but has only slept with a few of them. Until he sees this doe eyed lass that is still a virgin getting ready to don the saloon girl getup in order to survive

And in the centre of their entanglement is darling reader, a saloon girl that they insist on keeping to themselves

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simon riley does not fuck with mean girls. at all. you can take that high school pettiness bullshit walking.

hostess!reader is new and the servers are giving her a hard time.

so simon pulls up and accidentally trips one of them , making them face plant into their food.

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An Act of Kindness

pairing: Biker!Bucky x Reader, Biker!Simon x Reader ( imagine whoever you want)

You winced with every step you took. Sweat clung to your skin like a damp rag. A dull ache throbbed behind your eyes, but you needed to watch your surroundings. The moon took mercy on you and allowed some semblance of comfort, since there was no sunlight to irritate you further. 

It was days like this where you regretted not asking your friend to pick you up from work. You never wanted to impose, but damn if you weren’t kicking yourself for it now. But you had only five more blocks left on your route - then you could collapse on your couch.

You came to a halt at the crosswalk. You pressed the pedestrian call button, which emanated a robotic “wait”. The cars on the street came to a stop as the light turned red. You looked over your shoulder before pulling out your phone. 

HONK

You jumped, grasping your phone to your chest and fiddling in your pocket to ensure your pepper spray was ready to use. You looked to your left to see a rd Ashton Martin

“ Hey beautiful,” the driver of the Ashton Martin called out to you. “Do you need a ride?”

Your heartbeat sped up and was bound to burst out of your chest. You averted your gaze, praying to the crosswalking gods that the light would change so you could run back to your apartment. But the cars turned, blocking any chance of escape.

A loud rev of a motorcycle pulled your attention back to the street. “ I know you can hear me, sweetcheeks!” the man yelled. “ Why don’t you hop in?”

You turned back at the crosswalk and it was still red. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your palms grew sweaty as you contemplated running in the other direction. The last thing you needed was this creep following you home.

The next thing you saw was a tall stranger adorned in leather and a sports helmet walking towards the creep. His gloved hand fisted the driver’s hair, pulled his head as far back as he could. Then, he smashed his head against the steering wheel.

The driver coughed and groaned in pain. The street lights didn’t provide much illumination, but you knew for a fact there was blood all over the driver’s steering wheel. 

Holy shit, did that just happen?

The creep tried to open the door, but the biker slammed it closed with a great force that sat the driver right back in his seat. 

As the light turned green, cars swerved around the motorcycle and the Ashton Martin. You couldn't bring yourself to look away from the biker. He grabbed the creep’s nose , making him squeal like a pig and pointed towards the crosswalk.

You looked straight ahead. The crosswalk symbol switched to a countdown.

Red numbers flashed across from you : 10…9…

Your feet were glued to the sidewalk. The stranger’s brutality made your heart swell. Were you twisted to think that was hot?

7…6

Should you thank him? 

5..4..

You tightened your grip on your purse and ran across the street. You didn’t stop running until they were out of your sight. The last thing you needed was the police rolling up on you.

You looked back and smiled, thanking the stars for your knight in leather armor.