[honeygingergemini]

Be Quiet

pairing: Steve Rogers x f!reader

word count: 2.1k

warnings: mean steve and smut of course 

notes: reuploding because I deleted it by accident :( it had the most reblogs on any writing I had ever posted so reblog again if you do not mind!

This place is shitty. 

That’s the best way it can be described. It’s a glorified shit hole. There’s a stench. It lingers around every corner, not that there’s many corners to begin with. With the extra tall, extra beefy super soldier standing in the thick of the apartment there’s barely any room left for you and Natasha. The faucet is broken giving the apartment a pestering soundtrack of dripping water every second of the day, but you’re fugitives so you didn’t expect a five star treatment. You needed something to shelter you as you continued your duties and though it’s run down it did just that. 

Steve is giving you and Natasha a final run down of tomorrow’s mission more for his peace of mind than yours. You know exactly what is needed of you. You are to be in and out swiftly picking up the information you need, not overstaying your welcome. You and Natasha pay attention, intently focused on the super soldier as he speaks, but you’re one hundred percent sure you and Natasha are focused for different reasons. It’s a good thing you know your mission like the back of your hand otherwise you’d be in trouble. 

You’re distracted. 

The hard tall pile of super soldier looks so good right now. He’s deep in his speech, laser focused. His brows are stiff, slanted. Lines of expression are scattered all over his face letting you know he means business. His attire sings a completely different tune. He’s dressed in a loose white sleep shirt that looks to be on it’s second to last life. The flimsy t-shirt material only brings more attention to the rippling muscle beneath it. He paces back and forth in the small space of the living area. The room is so small or it could be that his legs are so long and large that he can only take one full step followed by a tiny extension before having to do a complete one eighty and continue pacing in the opposite direction. You imagine how his thighs flex and extend underneath those sweatpants. It doesn’t help that you know what that body looks like, what it feels like, underneath those thin layers.

There was one night early on in your run, a vulnerable night between you and steve. He was spiraling. A lot around him was changing and he needed people he could trust. People he could depend on with his life. He had asked, “Can I trust you?” Your captain had asked if he could trust you and of course your answer was clear and firm. 

Yes. 

It had filled him with respect to know that you supported him. You had followed him, supported him, and he had let you down. He allowed you to get hurt standing by him.It was a stab wound to your thigh, not something you haven’t ever experienced before. Definitely not something you haven’t experienced with him but for new reasons it felt different. Overwhelming. 

That night Steve stitched you up taking his utmost time with your wound ensuring that you were handled with the best care he could possibly give you as a fugitive. He had stitched your thigh up then attached his mouth to your lower lips as an apology. His tongue told you he was sorry in ways that touched you so deep you still dream of it. A slight shiver runs through you at the thought of him, of that night. Him on his knees eating you out, him holding you up then slamming you down onto him hard, pulling you closer to his heart with each thrust. In the midst of his apology to your body he re-opened your wound. He stopped and quickly stitched you back up again then apologized once more. All you can think about is him being so deep within you that you think of nothing but him. You want to feel him so close that your body is seen as one. 

“Are we good?” Steve questions you and Natasha. 

Natasha is the first to answer. She answered with a quick verbal retort. You blink a couple times as if that will clear your mind of your filthy escapade. “Yes captain.” 

You’re completely enthralled by the look painted on Steve's face. It’s unreadable. You absentmindedly hear Natasha murmur something about a shower then turning in for the night. You want to answer her but the stare between you and Steve is so hypnotizing you can only wait for her to leave the living room. Moments past and then the soft click of Natasha’s room door shutting informs you that you two are now alone. There are five beats before Steve says. “Room. now.”

Scrambling to your feet you move intently to your shared space. He's not touching you but the heat, the lust, radiating off his body is so strong you can feel him behind you. You barely make it in the room before Steve's burly hand is wrapped around the back of your neck pulling you into his hard chest. He presses his body firmly into yours. 

“You were supposed to be paying attention.” He gruffs in your ears. 

“I was.” You breathe out. “I just got a little distracted.” 

“Distracted?” His voice is dangerously low, it’s gravely as he inhales the side of your neck. His hips are pushing into you, you can feel the erection in the curve of your bottom. When you didn’t answer he took it as a sign to continue. “Were you thinking about me?” You can hear the smugness in his voice and as much as you want to tear down his ego you want him to fulfill your desires more. 

“Yes.” Your voice is desperate. You stand on your toes and push back on the super soldier. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 

“Yeah?” His voice feels like sandpaper on your ears. “I could tell, you had those pretty eyes fucking me the whole time.” You felt the desire bubbling in your belly and traveling south. Steve’s hand followed the same path, ghosting over your clothed belly button before stuffing his hand into your pants. His digits are greeted by your sticky fold and you shudder against him emitting the sweetest moan. 

“You gotta be quiet, okay?” Steve circles your pulsating clit. “You don’t want Nat to hear us now do you?” You can faintly hear Natasha moving around her private portion of the shared quarters through the thin walls. 

“Can you do that for me bubbles?” Steve dips his middle finger between your folds inserting it so deep within you. “Can you be quiet?” 

“Yes Captain.” You whisper. 

That confirmation is all Steve needs before he’s pulling your jeans down. Steve prides himself on his patience. Usually, he’s level headed with the ability to control his emotions. Usually, he’s able to take a step back and assess the situation from a practical standpoint. Usually he is composed. Usually, usually, but not today. Not with you. You have an innate ability to make him lose control. You seep into his pores, creep under his skin and fill his veins. You untame him. His carnal desires become so intense they take over his mind, his body, until he can do nothing but think of release. Yours and his. 

His movements are fast and hasty, with little to no care. He pulls the fabric down enough to free one leg, while the other is still entangled in the denim. He then quickly pulls down his sweats to his mid thigh, just enough to free himself. He pumps himself harshly before tracing the bulbous tip to your slick folds. The feel of you sends a chill up his spine. Steve leans forward and brings you with him before sinking into your warm canal. 

A long list of expletives cross his mind at the feel of you. He wants nothing more than to release them aloud but he can’t. You two are supposed to be quiet. Supposed to, but only one of you is succeeding. A long muffled moan fills the room as you feel Steve side against your inner walls. Your teeth are sinking into your bottom lip with such pressure you taste metallic liquid. 

“Hey!” He wraps his hand across your forehead and pulls your head back to his shoulder. “I told you to be quiet!” His tone is uncompromising as he turns his head so his lips are directly against your ears. “Don’t make me have to say it again.” 

“Yes Captain.” 

Steve is relentless. Each thrust is lethal. His hips are snapping into you with such precision that you feel as if you’ve lost function of your lungs. You reach behind you to feel the man violently driving into you. Once your hand connects with Steve’s stout thigh you graze the skin tracing it’s bulging outlines. The gentle touch of you only makes Steve want to fuck you harder. So he does. He widens his stance and begins to aggressively assault your sex. You sink your nails into his thigh hard trying your very best to hold back your melodies of pleasure. But then Steve rolls his hips and hits that sweet gushy spot at the apex of your core and you stutter. 

“Huh.” you whimper out mistakenly. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Your thoughts repeat. Steve brings both hands to your neck pushing you forward then slightly squeezing the sides. 

“I told you to be fucking quiet.” His words are not empty, he full body thrusts to accompany each word he says giving them new meaning. “What’d I fucking tell you?”

“Be…” You huff, Steve isn’t slowing down. You can feel your arousal leaking out of you. Obscene sounds of skin slapping dances around your ear drums. “... Quiet.” you finish after a needed breath. 

“So do that then.” He’s so different. The longer you stay criminals the more rugged he becomes. The more he takes it out on you. There are moments, moments where he’s so soft, unbelievably soft, that it reminds you of the old Steve. Those fleeting moments are allusions of the past, and the past will never be the present. To be quite honest, you don’t want the past, you like the present. In fact you love the present. 

In the present, you can feel the coil in the deep middle of you begin to tighten. you can feel Steve’s overwhelming presence surrounding you at all angles. In the present you’re aware of the super soldier’s hands covering your mouth. You’re aware of the intense pulse you feel zooming through Steve’s thigh. In the present, you feel yourself melting into the abyss that is Steve Rogers. Muffled cries fight through the crevices of the sturdy hands over your mouth. The squelching sounds of your arousal squirting out of you and hitting the floor are all muted to you. You feel as if you’re under water. Hot tears form at the corners of your eyes. 

Steve allows you to bask in the glory of your orgasm for a few moments before quickly pulling out of you and pushing you to your knees. He tilts your head back and grips the base of his dick. 

“Open up baby.” He grunts as he squeezes his shiny erection tapping it to the side of your mouth. You do as he says tilting your head back a little more before opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. You watch through hooded lids as Steve jacks off into your mouth. 

He looks incited. His body is slightly bent, hunched over, cock in hand as he strokes. You can tell he’s close by his frenzied pulls to his skin. He takes his digits and stuffs them into your mouth with no warning. You gag giving him the lubrication he desired. The fingers that were pushed into your throat are now tugging on the twin orbs below his dick. He throws his back as he grunts before staring down at you voraciously. Heated slick ribbons on white shoot out of the super soldier onto your tongue. You take everything he gives you. Steve lifts his dick in every which direction painting your face with his arousal. He releases a final squirt with a grunt before leaning down and gripping the back of your head pulling back while his other hand holds the front of your neck in place. 

“You look beautiful baby.” He smiles at you. The smile is sinister. His hearty tongue comes out, wide and flat, as he licks across your mouth tasting himself. He then kisses you running his tongue against yours. He leans down a bit lower before laying a heavy smack on to your ass. 

“On the bed.” He releases you so you can complete his command. “I’m not done with you yet.” 

[cockslutpadalecki]

Squirt

Summary: Not satisfied with Y/N coming only the once, Dean literally takes matters into his own hands.

Characters: Dean x Reader.

Words: 503.

Warnings: female masturbation, multiple orgasms, squirting.

A/N: My mind needs to stop concocting filth when it sees seemingly innocent GIFS. Enjoy. Not beta’ed so all errors, spelling mistakes and general bullshit are entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Masterlists/taglists can be found in my bio.

His fingers dip lazily but purposefully through your wetness, each tip alighting a new flame that travels into your pussy and up to your belly, pooling thick and hot like molten lead.

You groan Dean’s name breathlessly, the one syllable word echoing round the room as your hips lift to meet his fingers sliding inside your sopping cunt. They curl instantly to nudge your g-spot, almost aching to milk your orgasm from you. You’ve already come twice at Dean’s hand and once from his mouth but he won’t stop. He wants to see you crack and break under the weight of the lust waiting to shatter you into a thousand pieces.

“Dean please, I can’t—“ You’re almost on the verge of tears. He doesn’t stop fucking you over his fingers, the sinful noise of your pussy enveloping his digits as he thrusts them back inside you fills the room.

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[cevansbrat0007]

Sweet Tooth

Summary: Ari gets inventive when he finds himself in the doghouse with you. Be sure to check out the follow-up drabble, Sweet Tooth Deluxe!

Warnings: Smut, Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Arch Nemesis', Dominant Ari, Aprons, Arguments, Oral Sex (fem rec mentioned), Spanking (mentioned), Pussy spanking (mentioned), Pet Names, Cursing, Violent Thoughts, Minors DNI

A/N: Written for @honeygngergemini. Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

Ari leans back in his chair, one long leg coming to rest atop his knee as he levels a hard look at Officer Milton Foster. He scrubs a tired hand over his face, his mind working overtime to process what the young man had just said.

“But that makes zero fucking sense.” He grumbles, groaning when he sees Milton just shake his head.

“Aye, man.” The dark-haired deputy  throws up his hands. “You asked me where I thought you went wrong and I told you.” He turns in his office chair to spare a quick glance at his computer. “Do not shoot the messenger.”

“No one’s being shot, alright? I just don’t get the logic behind any of the shit you just said.”

Couple that with the fact that you’d been icing him out for the past several days for reasons unbeknownst to him – which had left him in a god awful mood. He missed you. Your laugh, your warmth, your smile. 

All of it.

Not to mention that deliciously curvy body that had been keeping him warm at night. He really missed that. More than than anything he needed a fucking kiss.

But you were ignoring him. And Ari had discovered pretty quickly that he didn’t like any of it. Not one bit.

So, he’d turned to what he felt like was his only ally in this god-forsaken town: the newly minted sheriff’s deputy, Milton Foster.

“So you’re really trying to tell me that the reason my woman is pissed at me is because I ate Charline Marshall’s pecan pie at the town potluck, liked it, and asked for seconds.” Ari smooths an annoyed hand over his bearded face. Trying to understand Bell’s Creek’s local politics could really do a number on a person. 

“And don’t forget that she purposely dropped your lady’s bramble berry pie on the ground.” Milton does a quick spin in his chair. “She tried to pretend it was an accident, but most of us know better. Charline Marshall has eyes for you and I think she might be ready to make it known.”

“I’m pretty sure that I couldn’t even pick that woman out of a lineup.”  

Milton simply shrugs before taking another spin in his desk chair. “You’ve got a lot of admirers, Mr. Bounty Hunter. A man like you blows into town…well, you’re downright exotic. Every single red-blooded woman under 75 wants a taste.”

Ari visibly shudders before crossing his legs at the ankle. He didn’t want anyone else. This particularly surly Bounty Hunter wanted you. He only wanted to eat your food. Enjoy your sweets. Fall to his knees and devour the fuck out of your pretty little pussy.

“Hard pass, buddy.” Your lawman sighs. “I didn’t know shit about the pie incident. I mean, how could I when she was barely talking to me or anyone at that party?”

“Not saying it’s your fault, big guy. Logically, what would you have been able to do if she had told you?”

Ari looks up at him, his piercing blue gaze never once leaving the young deputy’s. “I would’ve taken her back to my place and spent the rest of the night making her feel better. I would’ve done everything in my power to take my girl’s mind off that petty shit.”

“Mmm.” Milton murmurs as understanding suddenly dawns. “I really don’t wanna get too deep in your business, but your lady is like a sister to me.” He leans back in his chair so that he can kick his feet up on his desk. “We used to play on the playground together as kids. And full disclosure, she used to beat my ass.” The deputy chuckles as he begins to recount all the way you used to be a tiny force of nature. 

“I…can see that.”

“Yeah. Yeah. Anyway, I think your original plan was a good one.” 

“Meaning?” Ari leans over to take a sip of his now cold coffee. It tasted like shit anyway, even when it was hot. In fact he longed for you, his BIrd, to make him one of your little caffeine-infused concoctions – preferably while wearing nothing but his shirt. 

So he could also take a bite out of that luscious ass while you refreshed his mug. After all, he was a man who prided himself on his ability to multitask. 

“Meaning, you need to find a way to distract her while making your point.”

“Meaning?”

“Meaning, you’re a smart fuckin’ guy who set his sights on someone who could easily be the most stubborn woman in the whole damned state.” A smirking Milton offers up a salute with his can of Dr. Pepper. “That’s for you to figure out. All I can do at this point is wish you luck.” 

“Thanks.” Ari grunts, wishing that he had a better idea of what to do with you.

Oh, rest assured that he’d figure it out. You were too important to him not to. He just hoped you’d find it in your heart to take it easy on him for his mistake. 

The Next Day

You wake up to the smell of cooking sausage wafting into your room. It makes you smile as you stretch your arms over your head. Your stomach growls in agreement, subtly reminding you that you’d neglected to make dinner last night. 

Oops. You hadn’t meant to forget, it had just happened. Normally you would end your night with speaking to your Beast of a Bounty Hunter, who always made sure you ate. But lately, you have been both mad at him and embarrassed.   

Because at a recent town potluck, Ari had eaten your rival’s pecan pie. Now, you weren’t children, but this had also been after she’d purposely sabotaged your own dessert by accidentally dropping it on the ground. 

Charline pretended that it had been a mistake. But the way you’d witnessed her laugh after the fact. And then she’d fed your man, reveling in every minute. You’d known her pecan pie was dry, but Ari had seemed to enjoy it. So much so that he’d asked for a second piece. 

Which was fine, except it had hurt your feelings. And you hadn’t been sure how to relay exactly relay that fact either. So you’d clamped down. You’d bottled up. 

And as a result, your poor, sweet man was suffering. Which meant you needed to apologize. But you weren’t quite sure how to go about it. As you sit up, you vow to yourself to give him a call today. As soon as you sat down and enjoyed your breakfast.

And then it occurs to you. You weren’t the one cooking. Which meant someone was in your house. 

You spring out of bed and grab your Louisville Slugger that you always kept nearby. Taking a deep breath, you quietly make your way down the stairs, your trusty bat poised to take a swing at whatever moron who’d chosen to take up residence in your kitchen.

Baring your teeth, you crest around the corner on bare feet, ready to make your presence known. 

“You gonna hit me, Bird?” Ari muses as he adds a dash of salt, followed by pepper to whatever it is he’s got cooking in the skillet. Your flippin' skillet. “Is that really how this ends? You take me out while I’m being kind enough to whip us up some breakfast?”

Momentarily flummoxed you find yourself lowering your weapon in favor of taking in the scene before you. This man – your Bounty Hunter – was currently standing in your kitchen clad in nothing but an apron. 

Your apron. And yet somehow it fit him better

“Wh–what are you doing?” You ask him, letting your baseball bat clatter to the floor at your feet. You wouldn’t need it. You were safe with this man, but only to a point. “And how’d you get in?” You hadn’t given him a key yet. 

That was supposed to be a present for later. 

“Eh.” Ari shrugs, flipping a pancake with surprising skill. “Maybe I saw my gift and swiped it after the potluck. Maybe you weren’t listening to me and I couldn’t get a read on you, so I had to be an asshole and make an executive decision.” He turns away from you to drop a finished pancake on a plate, giving you a fantastic view of his perfectly muscled ass.

“You mad?” 

“N-no.” You respond as you feel your thighs clench. God, how you wished that you’d come down here wearing pants. “I was actually planning to reach out to you today. Can I ask what you’re doing?” You shiver as you feel your thighs grow damp, your traitorous pussy working against you. 

You should be mad that your Beast had broken into your house. Instead you were happy to see him with a much deserved apology ready to fall from your lips. 

“Making you breakfast. Chocolate chip pancakes, eggs, and sausage.” He adds another delicious pancake to the stack. “I’m gonna feed you, and then I’m gonna fuck you, and make you rethink ever ignoring me again.” He purrs, the intoxicating rumble coming from somewhere deep in his chest. 

Fuck you were so wet it was almost embarrasing. 

“I’ve earned the rights to that tight little pussy, baby. And when I make a mistake like I did with that goddamned Charline, I want you to tell me.” Ari turns off the range, pulling the food off the heat and onto a plate.

“I’m sorry.” You murmur, both hating and loving the way your nipples pebble beneath the thin fabric of your oversized t-shirts. Actually, it was one of his. A detail he also seemed to notice. “How can I make it up to you?”

Ari studies you for a moment, his handsome face tilting to the side. And then your eyes stray to the sight of his impressive erection. You watch as one of his big hands reaches down to fist his hard cock, pumping it once. Twice. 

“You can start by going back upstairs. I want you naked, on all fours. I want to come up there and feast my eyes on your soaking wet cunt.” His heated gaze bores into your own, making your already drenched core spasm one more. “And you’d better be wet for me, otherwise I’m gonna spank it. And you.” 

“O-okay.” You find yourself taking a step back, your hand clutching at the wall. 

“I’m gonna eat it baby.” Ari growls, his voice filled with a mix of unbridled lust and determination. “I’m gonna make that pussy fucking cry. And you’re gonna fucking take it. You hear me?”

“Yes.” You whisper, resisting the urge to reach down as you stroke your eager fingers over your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sir.”

He takes a menacing step towards you, his body delighting in the way that you shiver. You’d been bad. Which means it was time to pay the price. And what better man to exact that payment than your own handsome, 6”4 Beast? 

“And then I’m gonna fuck you in front of that brand new mirror I bought you. I’m gonna show you who owns that beautiful body and remind you why it’s important to talk to me when you need me.” Another menacing step. “And then I’m gonna feed those delectable curves after I’m done fucking you.”

“And then…” He tilts his head from side to side, cracking his neck. “I’m you’re gonna let me kiss it all better when I make love to you.”

“Y-yes, please.” Right now you were willing to give this man whatever he wanted. Whatever helped you atone for your supposed sins.

“There’s a good girl.” He intones as he unties the apron, leaving him naked and aroused in your simple kitchen. “Now run.”

END

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[honeygingergemini]

I’ve been having the most stressful time and this was such a relief and a pleasant moment of escapism thank you so much for considering my idea and creating beautiful work to it. it means a lot thank you so much for always sharing with us it really helps a lot ♥️

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[stargazingfangirl18]

Let’s pretend that you can program your brain to have whatever dream you want while you’re sleeping…which CE babe would you choose to star in your dream and what would happen? 😏

Perhaps we would call this phenomena…splooshid dreaming? 👀 lollll

[honeygingergemini]

My dream bae would be ari or jenson but probably ari because i really love Ari’s hair… I would want to cuddle with an extremely needy clingy Ari with wondering hands. My WIP that i’ve never finished 💔

…“Only you” you kiss his heated skin between each word deeply inhaling the crisp fresh scents of him. You bring your lips up to his before finishing your thought. “All the time.”

You seal your confession with a sultry kiss. Taking your time to explore Ari’s mouth as if you’ve never done it before. He kisses you back with just as much passion His right hand grips your hip while the other cups your face. You trail your nimble fingers down his hairy torso before scraping just below his navel.

Ari is all over you hes hot and needy and you laugh him off telling him you’re not in the mood. Thats when he gets sad and pouty.

“we haven’t have sex in two weeks.”

“I just haven’t been in the mood.” he huffs and gets off of you just glaring at you. You find his attitude amusing.

“Put me in the mood.”

“What?” His brows furrow in the center.

“You wanna have sex with me? Put me in the mood Ari. ” he sits back stunned not saying anything.

“Cats got your tongue? I cant believe thee ari Levinson, man with the silver tongue, has nothing to say.” You tease. A smirk fills your face knowing that you’ve got him. “Come on baby, put me in the mood”

anyways yeah really smutty and i like the idea of Ari doing everything possible to turn me on.

[goldenthena]

the way I’d let ari absolutely knock my shit out the park but IN A HEADLOCK😭???!!

it would be heaven with his thick ass arm around ur throat while u drool and cream braindead over how good he’s fucking u with his fat cock🥺🥰

(thanks big time for taking requests because ur writing serves cunt in a “Shakespeare could never” honoring way)

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — ari levinson × fem!reader

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — well smut obviously, p in v, rough sex, unprotected sex (don't do it) ari and his big dick, ari (he's a warning okay)

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I would also like to use this post as a little announcement! This is one of my last works that includes c.e. characters, there is another andy drabble coming and the series "They Changed Me Forever" will come to an end. Beginning of November 2023 I will stop for an unknown time, however I will finish Devils Den with them. I will concentrate on others, if I have it in me to write my stucky series I will. However I will not promise it. I also took down the Barber's Production to go under some editing, I'm still unsure if I take them down completely or just put them under private.

Also, no idea what got to me... it isn't as filthy as I intended! reblogs and/or comments are appreciated ♡

NAVIGATION

Pressed against his hairy chest, drops of sweat running down your forehead as he had his thick arm wrapped around your throat to keep you in place.

His cock pounding into your spend cunt, over and over again. Having stretched out for hours by now, and fucked our every braincells that were available. The sound of his hips snapping against yours echoing through the walls.

Ari's cock creamed in your cum, the bedsheets wet, soaked with your mixed fluids. His other hand rubbing over your clit, overstimulating you.

Your body is clinging to his, only by the strength of his arms. You couldn't hold yourself anymore. All you needed was his cock, still after hours you wanted him.

He was breathing down your neck, groaning every time he felt you tighten around his fat cock. Asking you how good it felt being fucked by him, his hungry cockslut who was only there to please him.

"Good, good, feels so good, Ari," you mumbled, imagining you spoke clearly when in reality he could barely understand you.

You chanted those words over and over again. Drool is already slipping from the corner of your mouth, as your head falls back onto his shoulder.

Ari tightens his grip, cutting off a little of your air and enjoying every time your body twitches thanks to him. You became so sensitive, all because of him, braindead and just for his entertainment.

"Mhm, I can feel your orgasm coming little one…, give me one more. This is the last one, I promise," he purred into your ear.

He already told you three orgasms ago, that this would be the last one and every time you believed him. The man fucked you deeper, harder and rubbed your clit in circles.

A loud scream carried through the house, belonging to you who just had her sixth orgasm. Ari was close behind you, pumping you full with his seed, not letting a single drop escape. You closed your eyes, darkness overwhelming you.

You had a desperate need to sleep, with Ari comfortably seated inside of you.

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[honeygingergemini]

absolutely amazing writer

[ghotifishreads]

from the romantic confession prompts, 30. "i am sorry that you found out this way." + our stinky stinky beloved, Curtis 😌🤲🏻💕💕

Aaaah hello my sweet. I love this guy so much! OK, here goes:

The building's handyman is too handsome. Curtis fills out a flannel, a buzzcut you wanna press your nails through, and speaks gruffly but softly, and you crush hard on him. 

You'd never tell anyone that your decision between this apartment and another was 50/50 until your second viewing when the realtor opened the door to Curtis on a ladder, replastering a damaged piece of ceiling cornice. 

You sit in your kitchen, trying not to oogle the flex of his thighs in his jeans. Your eyes dance freely over Curtis' waist, where his t-shirt rides up, exposing a sliver of belly and a smattering of a happy trail above the line of his jeans and waistband of his boxers. Curtis' head is tucked well under your kitchen cabinet, where he's fixing the sink. So the shame of being caught out won't stop your greedy eyes and yearning body. 

Your garbage disposal acted up again. And you'd feign annoyance but the malfunction delivered handyman Curtis direct to your front door like a tool-belt-wearing pornographic cliche, so you thank karma for small mercies. 

Curtis' muffled voice from the cabinet breaks your revere. "OK, try it again."

You shake your head and stand beside Curtis' long legs, running the water and flipping the switch for the garage disposal. 

It lets out a normal sounding whirl, then a metallic clunking grind, then Curtis hollers, "Off, off, turn it off!" 

You obey and Curtis' head emerges from beneath the cabinet. His face and top of his tee are soaked, and remnants of garbage disposal sludge mar his beautiful cheeks. He sputters, wipes his eyes, and looks up at you, blue eyes saucer-large and shell-shocked. 

You burst into laughter. Once you get hold of yourself, you apologise through peals of laughter. "I'm so sorry, Curtis!" you pass him the dish towel. "Don't mean to laugh you just looked so shocked!" 

He looks chagrined, but his blue eyes are mirthful. "Yeah, well sat in front of my crush, soaking wet and covered in food waste is not exactly how I pictured spending my evening." 

His what?! Curtis freezes mid-wipe. 

"Sat in front of your who now?" you ask.

The tips of his ears pink and Curtis slowly brings the towel down. "Shit." he mutters to himself.

"Look, you can tell me to fuck off, because this is your home and it's really unprofessional of me. But um. Yeah. Me. Crushing. On you." His eyes dart around your kitchen before landing in yours. 

You can barely breathe, let alone reply. So you just stare at his forlorn face, cheeks pinking under his brown beard. And you don't say anything. So Curtis does. 

"It's. um fixed now? I'll just go..." he moves to stand and gather his things. "Thanks for the dish cloth." He sets it down on the counter, and strides to the door. 

He stops and turns. "I'm not sorry I told you. I am sorry that you found out this way," Curtis says. "I was... Trying to build up to it." He shifts, rubs the back of his neck with the hand not holding the tool box. "But if you don't want me around cuz it's weird and I made you uncomfortable, I'll give you the number of the super in the next building so you don't have to deal with-" 

"Do you want to get a beer?" oh look, you found your voice. Curtis' answering smile makes your belly flutter. 

"Absolutely."

-fin-

(lol why do I always make love confessions happen for Curtis in the kitchen. Is it because I want to give him a good home?! Probably.)

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Risky Business

Summary: Full Story! Ari doesn't like it when you take unnecessary risks. So tonight he's going to teach you a lesson you won't soon forget.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Smut, Brat!Reader, Punishments, Use of Restraints/Handcuffs, CMNF (Clothed Male Nude Female), Discussions of Safe Words, Light Degradation, Spanking (mentioned), Ass Slapping, Manhandling, Thigh Riding, Light Choking, Orgasm Denial, Cursing, Minors DNI.

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegades Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You stare at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you finish knotting the tie on your pink silk robe. Ari’s instructions about what he wanted you to wear had been very clear. And since he’d left your house in a rather sour mood, the last thing you wanted to do was disappoint him. 

Your teeth go to worry your bottom lip as you pick up your phone to reread your text exchange from earlier in the day.

You could only hope that he had gone on to have a good day. Otherwise you had the feeling you’d be in for one hell of a lecture whatever he time he made it back to your place. With a sigh you turn off the light and decide to make your way downstairs. 

As much as you try not to, you find yourself replaying the events from this morning over and over again in your mind. Perhaps wishing that things could have gone down just a little differently. 

Six Hours Earlier…

You knew you’d fucked up the moment you heard the slam of the car door. Freezing in place, you’d dared to look down, not the least bit surprised to see your boyfriend damn near sprinting across your lawn in the direction of your house.

“Hey, Beast! Be right there–oops!” You’d gone to give a little wave, only to let out a tiny screech when you’d nearly lost your footing. Which had only made you man move faster.

“Bird – hold on! Don’t move!” He bellowed as before skidding to a stop just at the base of the ladder propped against the side of your home. “Fuck!” 

“I’m okay!” You’d quickly tried to reassure him. “But I think my roof is missing a tile. Couldn’t quite tell by looking at it from there.” You’d vaguely gestured towards the ladder that Ari was clutching as if his life depended upon it. “So I figured I’d just come up to see whatever there was to see.”

“Right. But…” Ari’s fingers had gone to pinch the bridge of his nose as he worked to calm his breathing. “That still doesn’t explain why you’re up there.” His heart had seized in his chest as he watched you wobble for the second time in almost as many minutes. “C’mon and crawl back to me, sweet Bird. I’ll hold this steady, you just focus on not falling.”

‘Please.’ He’d sent a quick prayer up to his Lord in heaven. Just in case he’d found himself in need of a little divine intervention if things went south. 

“Uhh…” Slowly, you’d begun making your way over to the edge of the roof. Your pulse has kicked up when it finally dawned on you just how high off the ground you really were. “I think I might be a little stuck.” A nervous giggle bubbled its way out of your chest as you continued to creep along the slightly sloped surface. 

Ari had cleared his throat, wiping his increasingly damp palms on his jeans. “You’re not stuck, sweetheart. We’re gonna get you down the same way you got up there, okay? Just keep coming towards me.”

“And if–if I fall?” He just seemed so confident. Which let you know that you really should’ve thought this through a little better. Perhaps this was what you deserved for being so impatient.   

“Then I’ll just have to catch you then, won’t I?” Fat chance of that one happening.

“Or I’ll probably just end up crushing you.” You’d muttered aloud to no one in particular as you began to maneuver yourself backwards onto the ladder. 

“What was that, sweetheart?” Ari had squinted up at you, silently pleading with you to start making your descent.  

“Uh, nothing.” Sweat dotted your brow as you reached out your leg, your foot dangling awkwardly until it found the closest rung. “I–I think I’ve got it. I’m gonna come down now, okay?”

“That’s my brave girl.” He’d hummed encouragingly. “Careful. You’re so close. Just keep putting one foot after the other. Yep, just like that.”   

A minute later, you’d felt him grab hold of your shorts, effectively holding you steady until you’re firmly planted on the ground once more. And then you were in his arms, his nose buried in your curls while one of his large, warm hands gently caressed your back.

“You have impeccable timing.” You’d whispered shakily, your words coming out muffled as you snuggle deeper into his embrace. 

“I have what?” He pulled away from you, his hands moving to grip your biceps. “Better yet, what the fuck were you doing up there?” You could sense that your Bounty Hunter is doing his best to sound calm.

“Um…I was trying to clean my gutters.” You’d responded, confused as to why Ari seemed so angry.

“Coulda’ sworn I told you I’d take care of it.” He growled, his blue eyes darkening dangerously. “And that I didn’t want your ass anywhere near a ladder, let alone the goddamned roof.” 

“But that was like…” You’d trailed off, trying to recall when exactly your bounty hunter had made that promise.

“It’s barely been two days.” He’d hissed. “Just what the hell is wrong with you that you can’t wait more than two fucking days?”

“Nothing. I just-” You’d sniffed, not caring for the tone he was using. “What made you decide to drop by?”

“Left a couple files on your kitchen table. I need to pass ‘em on to the Sheriff, see if he’s got anything else that might be useful regarding Martin’s sister.” He continued to glare down at you, his ticking in annoyance. “But what do I find when I get here? You risking your life because you don’t know how to sit your pretty ass down for more than five seconds. Jesus fucking Christ!”

Ari must’ve known he needed a minute, because he’d turned away from you to make a beeline for the front of your house. Of course you’d been right on his heels, wincing as he shouldered his way through your unlocked door. 

“Are you mad at me or something?” You’d asked, frowning at the sound of his derisive snort.

“Or something.” He’d muttered as he scooped up the folders he’d left behind in the kitchen. You watched him drag his fingers through his hair before quickly sifting through each file to check the contents.

“I promise I’m okay.” You’d said, clasping your hands and resting them on your stomach.

“Don’t have time for this.” He’d mumbled, his eyes lighting up when he landed on the document he was searching for. “Found it.” Satisfied that everything was in order, he’d made his way back over to you.  

“Bird.” He’d rumbled, grabbing the front of your shirt to haul you close. “I’ll deal with you later. You can count on that. Now I gotta go. Please don’t make me regret leaving you here alone. And don’t do anything else dumb while I’m gone.” 

With that he’d pressed a hard kiss to your mouth and jogged back out the way he came. Leaving you by yourself to spend the rest of the afternoon replaying the day’s events while you waited for him to return.

You perk up when you hear the front door open and shut, signaling that Ari had returned. Hopefully in a much better mood than the one he’d been in when he left. If you were lucky, that is.

“Welcome back, honey.” You breathe as a fresh wave of nervous energy hits you the moment he enters the room. “I took the liberty of ordering us some dinner from Holtman’s Diner. I, uh, remembered how much you said you liked their chicken pot pies.”

“Already ate.” His gruff response has you mentally kicking yourself all over again. 

“Oh. Well.” You turn to stare at the bag of food resting on the counter. “That’s not a problem. I’m sure it’ll keep just fine in the fridge until you decide you’re ready for it.” Offering him your sweetest smile, you hustle to put everything away. 

But he doesn’t return it. Instead he continues to glower at you, his piercing blue gaze following your every movement. And the silence is so uncomfortable it’s almost enough to make you want to scream. 

“There we go.” You chirp with a cheeriness you most definitely did not feel. “How did everything go with Sheriff Mitt? Was he able to give you anything on Martin’s sister or –”

“Did I ask you to touch the ladder?” His quietly snarled question takes you by surprise. 

“I mean…” You trail off, wincing at the uncertainty in your tone. Why did you get the feeling that you might’ve just fucked up again? “It’s not like you didn’t tell me to…not…touch it.” You shrug, instantly regretting how you’d chosen to structure that sentence. “In fact, I believe all you told me to do was keep my feet on the ground. Which I did the entire time I drug it back inside my garage.” 

You move to fish a glass out of a nearby cabinet. “Now, can I at least get you something to drink, baby? Pretty sure I’ve still got some of that whiskey you like.” You knew for a fact that you did. But only because you’d already checked.

“Afraid I’m not really the type to drink before handling business of this nature.” Your mouth suddenly goes dry when you notice the way his eyes darken as he lazily peruses your silkenly clad form.  

Heaving a small sigh you go about replacing the glass. “And exactly what kinda business are we handling here, Beast?” You ask, protectively wrapping your arms around your middle.

“The kind that occurs when a man needs to make a few things clear to his woman.” He gives a rueful shake of his head before running his hand through his chestnut locks. “Especially when she seems to possess more will than good sense on almost any given day.”

You wait for him to smile or wink, or do anything to indicate that he’s only joking. But it never comes. And while his cheeky remark chafes, albeit just a little, you decide to grit your teeth and let it slide. For now. 

So, instead you allow your hands to go to your hips before you force yourself to take a deep breath. Ari takes a step towards you then, the sound of his work boots is surprisingly quiet as he prowls closer to where you’re standing. Now ordinarily, this would be the part where you backed up so that you could put some distance between yourself and the surly bounty hunter.

But unfortunately, you just couldn’t seem to get your worthless jelly legs to move.  

Your man doesn’t stop until he’s directly in front of you – so close that you catch a whiff of his aftershave. The one you’d bought just for him. But that wasn’t the only thing you smelled. There was also a hint of something else.

Tobacco and cedar.

“You’ve been smoking again.” It’s a statement, not a question. 

“One. Maybe two.” Ari concedes, sucking on his teeth. “If anything, it was more of a stress smoke. Found it pretty hard to enjoy a single puff when all I saw when I closed my fucking eyes is you taking a tumble off that goddamned roof.”

“Dress it up however you want.” You sniff haughtily, your eyes rolling heavenwards. “It’s still a filthy habit, Ari Levinson. One that’s all but guaranteed to send you to an early grave.”     

Later, you would come to the conclusion that you must’ve struck a nerve. Because the next thing you know, one of Ari’s big hands is fisting its way into your curls, yanking your head back with just enough force to get your attention.

And turn you on at the same time.

“You’ve got alotta fuckin’ nerve, baby.” Against his better judgment, he slants his mouth over yours in a hard, unexpected kiss. “I’m sure you’re anxious for me to sort your shit out, but I promise tonight is gonna go a whole lot different if I catch you even thinking about rolling those pretty eyes at me again. One. More. Time.” The rough edge in his tone has you wanting to rub up against him in the best way possible. 

“Cat got your tongue?” Ari purrs when you choose to continue glaring at him instead of responding. “Or maybe…” He leans down to brush his soft, sensual lips over yours once more – albeit gently this time. “Maybe you think I’m bluffing. Is that it, little Bird?”

“N–no.” You stammer, your pulse flaring to life when his free hand comes out of nowhere to grab your ass hard enough to have you rising on your toes. 

“You sure?” He asks, sounding rather skeptical. “Because I’m more than willing to table this conversation if you think a quick trip over my knee might help you with that eye contact.”  

“I–I’m sure. Thanks.” You mumble, uncomfortable with the way your pussy flutters at the prospect of receiving a spanking from the burly man in front of you. 

Maybe you’d try your luck another time. Just to test it. See if he’d really be the type to follow through. But the real question was, just how disappointed would you be if he didn’t? Perhaps those kinds of scenarios were best left for the heroines in that stack of romance novels you kept hidden in the back of your bookcase. 

“Well, if you change your mind, you just be sure to let me know.” 

Flustered, all you can manage is a jerky nod once he finally releases you. All you can focus on is the erratic thrum of your pulse as you struggle to get your bearings. 

“I see it looks like you followed the directions I sent over earlier.” Ari muses, his nimble fingers brushing along the belt of your robe. “You’d better be naked and ready for me, sweetheart. Otherwise that spanking we just talked about is gonna be back on the table.” He grins at you, which is really more like a flash of teeth than anything else. 

“I am.” Comes your low, breathy response as your traitorous nipples pebble beneath the thin material of your lingerie. Wanting to please him, you decide to part the edges of your robe, giving him a glimpse of your calculated submission. 

“Good girl.” That’s all you hear before he gently takes hold of your arm and begins to lead you out of the kitchen. “Guess that proves you can listen if you think the stakes are high enough.” His lopsided smirk has you confused. “But tonight I’m gonna make sure you hear me.

“But wh–ooh!” Your poorly timed question ends in a squeal when he delivers a sharp blow to your ass. 

“Duchess.” Ari growls, his head dipping so that his lips dance along the shell of your ear. “I don’t wanna hear another fucking sound out of that sweet mouth unless it’s you choking on my cock. You with me?”

Stunned into silence, all you can do is nod. But thankfully it’s enough. This time when he lets you go, you scamper off into the safety of the living room without looking back. You find yourself grimacing as you attempt to rub the sting out of your butt. You’d do well to remember that your man had a hand like a flippin’ oak tree.

Ten Minutes Later…

By the time Ari decides to join you in the living room you’re feeling beyond antsy. You gave up on sitting on the couch, preferring to hang out in the middle of the room. You perk up when he finally strolls in, only to wilt once you spy what he has clutched in his fist. They looked suspiciously like…

Handcuffs. 

Ari pauses by the doorway, allowing his hip to rest against the frame. He studies you, cocking his head to the side as reads the question written all over your face. 

“Go on and ask, baby. I know how much it’s killing you to hold it in.”

“And who are those for?” The words come tumbling out seconds after you receive permission.

“You.” He shrugs, holding the burgundy leather cuffs up to give you a better look at them. 

“Why?” Your hands fly to your hips as a fresh wave of defiance courses through your veins. “Because you found me on the roof earlier? Cuz’ I’ve gotta tell you, Beast, this is honestly starting to sound like some serious macho bullshit.” 

“Is that right?” He quirks a tawny brow as he waits for you to continue.

“Yep. I–I’m all for playing, but I honestly don’t see how I did anything wrong. In fact, I bet if I was a man you wouldn’t have had a problem with me inspecting my own roof.” Your eyes narrow as you jab a finger in his direction.

“Bird.” Your nickname comes on the heels of an impatient groan. “No offense, but if you were a man, you wouldn’t be in my bed. Just a statement of fact.”

“I just meant –” You start, only for him to cut you off.

“I know what you meant. And that was my answer.” He scrubs a weary hand over his bearded jaw. “But I also know you, baby. I know you're all riled up and ready to argue with me. So gimme what else you got, so we can go about getting you straightened out good and proper.” His dark tone is full of promise, making you shiver.

Fine. If that’s how he wanted to play this, then so be it. You had no problem calling out this kind of crap when you saw it.  

“Alright. But only because you asked.” You cross your arms over your chest as you raise your chin, meeting Ari’s stern gaze with an equally perturbed one of your own. “This is my house. That’s my roof, and those are my gutters. I’m responsible for their upkeep, otherwise I might not have a place to live.” 

You’re surprised to see him nod, almost as if he was agreeing with you. So you keep going, assuming you’re making at least some headway with this man.

“I would also like to point out that there are millions of women whose job it is everyday to–to climb ladders and patch roofs, they clean gutters. And, hell! Some of those women might even be the ones building the houses, and you’re upset with me for inspecting my own property?” You throw your arms up in the air for good measure. “Make it make sense!” 

“You done, baby?” He keeps his tone light, bordering on casual. 

“I…” And here you’d thought you were making some headway. “Yes, I’m done.” 

“Alright.” Ari slowly peels himself off the wall to stand at his height. “Now turn around and put your hands behind your back for me.” You immediately balk at that, although he’s quick to shush you. “Duchess, I let you speak your piece. And I am gonna respond, but tonight is all about making sure you hear me.” 

“You can’t–”

“Sweetheart.” He gives an amused shake of his head as he playfully twirls the cuffs around his index finger. “Tonight ain’t the night to try and tell me what I can and can’t do with you. From the moment I met you, I knew you needed a keeper. You just don’t know how to let yourself be kept. Something I aim to fix.” 

You feel your core spasm when he begins to advance, your empty walls clenching around nothing. It only gets worse when you notice the smug grin that flits across his handsome features once he stops in front of you, the tops of his boots nearly brushing your bare toes. 

“And lucky for you,” his hand cups your jaw, his thumb lightly stroking along the curve of your bottom lip. “I’m not afraid to get creative when it comes to dealing with stubborn little birds. Now turn the fuck around before I decide I’m better off bending you over the arm of that couch and teaching you a different lesson entirely.” 

Licking your dry lips, you finally do as you’re asked and turn away from him. You honestly weren’t sure if you could handle something like that tonight. Even though the simple threat alone was enough to have your slick practically dripping down your thighs. 

“Well, would ya look at that? Guess my pretty girl is still in the mood to listen.” The slightly mocking edge to his voice has you feeling just a touch unsteady. A soft gasp escapes when Ari reaches around to untie the front of your silken wrap as his mouth hovers just above your pulse. “Let’s see if you can keep it up.”

You shudder at the feel of his warm breath dancing along your skin, the heady thrum of anticipation causing you to break out in gooseflesh as you await his next instruction. 

“Take off the robe, Duchess.” Your eyes flutter closed even as sharp teeth nip at your throat. “Show me you understand that you’re not in charge right now, even if you haven’t fully grasped it yet.”

Gathering your courage, you allow the garment to slide down your body until it pools to the floor at your feet, leaving you naked and vulnerable.

“Hands next, please. There we go.” You hold still while Ari gently binds your wrists with the soft leather cuffs. “You’re doing so good for me. You really are.” He slowly tightens them, paying special attention to your body’s responses in case anything is too much.

“Are you wet for me, sweetheart? Huh?” He gives into the temptation to pinch your nipple, making you whimper. It’s a sound that goes straight to his cock. “Aww, it’s okay if you don’t wanna answer. You don’t have to.” A possessive hand moves to cup your drenched pussy at the same time as a deep purr rumbles in his chest. “I’m more than happy to see for myself.”  

You remain silent, content to focus on the erratic hum of your pulse crashing in your ears. However, it’s the next instruction that throws you for a loop. Simply because it’s not one you’re expecting. 

“I’m gonna need you to pick a safe word. One that you’re gonna remember to use if something we do – whatever we do – becomes too much. Now, for obvious reasons, it can’t be a word like “no” or “stop”. It needs to be something like –”

“Peppermint.” You whisper, catching yourself by surprise.

“Alright. Peppermint it is.” Ari agrees after briefly mulling it over. He drops a quick kiss on your shoulder before pulling away in favor of taking a seat on the couch, leaving you standing in the middle of the room.

Alone.

“Come here.” The command stirs something within you. Something that made you want to stop fighting and obey. “Come to me, Bird.”

So you do.

You don’t stop until you’re standing between his spread legs. Meanwhile, Ari makes a show of lounging on the sofa, his big body giving the appearance of being relaxed. But you knew better. 

This man was still every inch the predator. And right now he was in charge. A fact that you would do well to remember before it went and bit you in the ass.    

“Sit.” 

You move to crawl onto his lap, only to stop when he shakes his head “no”. You’re confused until he pats his thigh, letting you know what he really wants from you. Biting your lip you sink down you’re straddling his thickly muscled thigh, your bare pussy pressing flush against the coarse fabric of his jeans. 

Pleased with your submission thus far, Ari’s hands go rest on your hips so that he can gently knead and massage your curves.           

“But I don’t understand!” You whine when he pulls away after you lean in for a kiss. 

There was no way you could know just how hard it was for him to deny you like that. How much it hurt to tell you no, especially when you were pouting like you were now. But what good would it do to give you a reward when you hadn’t earned it? 

“Are you in charge right now?” He can tell his unexpected harshness startles you when he notices the way your bottom lip begins to quiver. Too bad he’s having none of it. “Aw, don’t you dare give me those crocodile tears, baby. Not when we’re only just getting started.” He gifts you with a loving smack to your ass. “Tonight you’re gonna have to earn my cock. And you can start by making yourself cum.” 

“Huh?” Your eyes go wide as your brain works overtime to process what he’s saying. You find it even harder to concentrate when one of his fingers begins tracing along the curve of your nipple.

“I see you’re still not hearing me.” His lightly calloused palms return to your hips so that he can begin slowly guiding you up and down his jean-covered thigh, creating the most delicious friction on your clit. “Which means tonight’s gonna wind up being a kind of punishment for us both.”

“But why–?”

“That’s enough outta you.” He grunts before politely jamming a pair of thick fingers into your mouth, gagging you. “You know it’s funny, I noticed you tend to listen better when this pretty hole is stuffed full. Now, how about we give this another try?” 

He waits to speak again until you give him a nod. 

“As I was saying, sweet Bird, you’re gonna have to work for this cock. Same goes for my fingers, for my tongue…” Ari chuckles at the sound of your pitiful little whimpers. “Since you wanna be so fucking stubborn all the time – so damned reckless – this is all you’re gonna get from me.” Your cunt pulses when you feel his thigh flex beneath you. “This right here.”   

“Mmpf!” You cry out, only to think better of it when he adjusts his grip on your chin, nearly choking you with his fingers in the process. It also didn’t help that you could feel your pussy was practically dripping, making a mess on his jeans. 

“Still ain’t your turn to talk, baby.” He reminds you, almost mockingly. “You gotta learn to be more patient. Otherwise we’ll be at this all night – not that I mind any.” He’s quick to tack on the last part when he notices the way your body stiffens in response. 

He suspected you weren’t a fan of being held captive like this. His suspicions are confirmed when you shimmy in his lap, calling attention to your bonds with the aid of an angry glare. 

“Oh, you wanna know about the cuffs.” He muses as he takes a moment to wipe away a bit of drool on your chin. “That’s to keep you from touching me the way you’ll want to when you’re busy grinding that needy little pussy on my thigh. I want you to understand what it’s like to have something you want be so close – I’m talkin’ right in front of you – and yet somehow so far at the same time. Kinda like how I felt when I saw you on that roof.”

This was about payback. You think as understanding finally dawns. You knew you’d pissed him off today, scared him even. But you’d had no idea that it would lead to this – you being naked and cuffed while perched on the bounty hunter’s lap.

“Earlier you accused me of being on some kinda macho bullshit. But that ain’t it at all.” His southern drawl grows more pronounced as a bold hand trails its way down the valley between your breasts. “Now it is true that there are women out there who build houses, clean gutters, climb scaffolding – so I’ll give you that point, sweetheart.” His hand is moving again, this time drifting lower until he reaches the softness of your belly. 

“However, the difference between those women and you is that they are trained for that. Whereas you are not. You got no clue what you’re doing up there or the danger you’re messing with.” Ari clears his throat, his sensual lips now set in a thin, firm line. “But even more importantly, those women ain’t mine.” For some reason, his words have your nerve endings buzzing with excitement.   

“You’re mine, baby. I’m not sure what it’s gonna take to make that penetrate, but it is what it is.” He shrugs before gently removing his fingers from your mouth. “I take care of what’s mine in this relationship. I already told you I would take care of those gutters, whether it was me doin’ it myself or finding you a professional, it was always gonna get done. If I was movin’ too slow then you shoulda said something instead of trying to tackle it yourself.”

“I’m sorry, okay?” You breathe as you lightly tug at your restraints. “I am. Now why don’t you uncuff me so I can show you how much?”

“I don’t think so.” Ari cocks his head to the side while he pretends to consider your offer. “Aw. Are we really back to pouting again just that fast, little Bird? Oh well. Guess it’s time you show me how you ride.”

“I can’t though.” You whine, feeling at turns both needy and frustrated.

“You haven’t even tried.” He fires back dismissively. “You manage to get yourself off using only my thigh, I’ll let you have as much of my cock as you can take. Now let’s get on with it. Time to give your man a show.”

With that he leans back, expectantly crossing his arms behind his head. And then he winks, signaling that he’s over any attempts to stall. 

You’re still glaring at him when you finally begin to move. Your toes dig into the plush carpet as you work to maintain your balance, but it’s not easy. You also learn that it’s damn near impossible to produce that same kind of amazing friction you’d tasted earlier without being able to bear down on his thigh.

You needed help. It was either that, or convince him to give you back the use of your hands.         

“Please.” You pant as you continue to grind against him, hating the way he chuckles when you fall forward against his chest. “It’s not working…” You struggle to sit back up, your breasts heaving as you wait to catch your breath before starting again. 

“You’re damn right it’s not working.” Ari agrees, running a hand through his already tousled locks. “Here I am being patient, waiting for you to make a mess on my thigh, and all I’m getting is complaining.”

The smug bastard then has the nerve to lightly jostle his leg, sending you sprawling face-first into his broad chest yet again with a muffled “oof”. And he offers no help when you go to sit up, instead he chooses to watch you struggle. Almost as if he finds it amusing.  

So you start over, this time determined to get yourself off. After that you’d make him uncuff you and then you’d kick his sexy ass out of your godforsaken house for the rest of the night.

“C’mon, baby.” He coos, leaning forward to lap up a single frustrated tear with his sinful tongue. “Don’t cry. We both know that greedy pussy of yours needs more than what you’re givin’ it right now.” 

“Ungh! Shut. Up.” You sob through clenched teeth as your head comes to rest on his shoulder. At least that seemed to make things a little easier. Sweet fuck that was starting to feel good! Now if you just moved a little to the left and – your movements are halted when Ari fists a hand in your hair before dragging you backwards. 

“Nooo…” You wail in protest as a thin sheen of perspiration covers your skin. 

“Tsk, tsk. No cheating.” Your bounty hunter chides.     

“But I can’t – it’s too hard.” You tell him, hating how small and whiny you sound. “I need…I need…”

“Help?” Ari finishes, pinning you with a knowing look. “Because if that’s the case – if that’s really what you need – then all you have to do is ask.” His warm, calloused hands find their way to your hips, holding you steady. “So…ask.”

“M–may I…” You blow out a breath as before starting over. “Will you please help me cum?” You feel your cheeks heat as the words come tumbling out.

“That depends, sweetheart.” He responds thoughtfully. “Are you gonna be my good girl and accept the help however I give it?”

“Yes, Sir.” You tell him. “I’ll be so good for you.”

That’s all Ari needs to hear, because this time when you move he stays with you. Helping guide your body as you work for your pleasure. He watches in awe as you ride him like the goddess you are, your tits bouncing as you writhe against him. 

“That’s right, greedy girl. Use me.” His dick grows harder with every breathless cry that spills from your lips as you follow his commands. “Fuck yeah.” He groans, capturing a pert nipple between his teeth before sucking as much of your ample breast into his mouth as he can manage.    

“S’good, baby!” You sob when he flexes his thigh. By now you’ve soaked your way through his jeans, not that he gives a damn. “YesYesYes!” 

If only because you were finally giving him exactly what he wanted.  

“That’s it, Bird.” One of his hands slides to your bottom, squeezing the tempting flesh before helping you adjust the angle of your ride. “Keep getting me nice and sloppy, otherwise I’m gonna have to tear this ass up. Is that what you want?” 

He delivers several sharp slaps, making you cry out even as you feel that invisible coil tighten in your belly. God, you were so fucking close. You’d never been made to orgasm like this before, but you knew you were only seconds from coming undone. 

“Nah.” He continues as he bites the underside of your breast, not missing the way it makes your pussy gush. “It might not be what you want, but it’s what you need. Right now my girl needs it rough.” He laves at the small hurt with his tongue. “And as your man, I always aim to give it however you need it.” 

“OhGod!Yes!” You keen as white hot pleasure threatens to consume you, your eyes rolling back in your head. “I–I’m gonna…oh fuck!” 

Sensing that you’re seconds from tumbling over the edge, Ari pauses to lift you off of his thigh in one fluid motion – effectively ruining your orgasm. Instantly you feel as if your entire body has been doused with cold water. 

“What’re you..?” Your eyes shoot open as he holds you suspended in the air, your abused cunt spasming in protest. “Why’d we stop?” You peer between your bodies, feeling both ashamed and proud of the sizable wet spot you managed to leave behind on his jeans.   

“Because I don’t think you’re ready to cum just yet.” He smiles when your mouth drops open to emit a strangled groan. “After all, they say a hard head makes for a soft behind. Or in your case I suppose, a tender pussy.” He surveys your poor, swollen clit peeking out from between your puffy lips.

“But I already said I was sorry.” You plead, wishing he would either set you down or at least touch you the way you needed. 

“And you’ll have the rest of the night to prove it to the both of us.” Ari muses, a small part of him taking pleasure in your obvious frustration. “In the meantime, I think it’s time you went for another ride.” He settles you back on his thigh once more before resting his arms behind his head.

“Now, show me what you learned.”

END   

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Seven: Saturday

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Moon Boys x F!Reader

Summary: You’re a workaholic, but now that you’re on a week’s vacation, your lives are going to take FULL advantage of your presence aka the Moon Boys keep you in bed for a whole week.

Warning: smut - oral (f receiving), squirting

Series Masterlist

You're cooking up dinner while Marc stepped out for errands. You sway your hips to the record playing. You're only in one of Jake's shirts and underwear. You hum along to the music as you add some seasoning to the stir fry.

Unbeknownst to you, Marc arrived back home, only he was no longer fronting. Jake stares at you with dark lustful eyes. He slowly approaches you like a predator with its prey.

His gloved hands rest make their way to your hip, causing you to jump in surprise.

"Shit, honey. You scared me."

Jake hums and kisses your neck, "Always need to be vigilant, amor."

You smile wide, lowering the heat on the stove and turning to face Jake. Your arms immediately wrap around his neck, "Well hello there, Mr. Lockley."

"Hello, mi amor," he presses his lips to yours, hands sliding back to grip your ass. He gives you a spank and you yelp, pulling away from him.

"I'm cooking."

"It can wait."

"Aren't you hungry?"

"Not for food," he replies with a smirk. He reaches around and turns off the stove. He then picks you up and carries you to the counter.

You hiss, "The counter's cold!"

"I'll warm you up," Jake says as his gloved hands slide up your legs and stop at your underwear. He hooks his fingers and pulls the garment off, tossing it to the floor.

You chuckle as he presses his lips to yours, his fingers sliding in between your legs. He teases your core as he moves his lips against yours. He pulls away to kiss your jaw, lips trailing down your neck to your chest.

His gloved fingers circle around your clit and you throw your head back in a moan.

"That's it, baby. Lemme hear you," he murmurs against your skin. He's rubbing slow circles against you. You grip his shoulders as he continues to pleasure you.

He dips his middle finger into you and then looks down to see your slick shine against his black leather gloves. You watch as he licks your juices off his fingers and, with his teeth, pull the gloves off.

He kneels down and pulls you by your legs so they hang over his shoulders. He delves in and your breath hitches when you feel his tongue tasting you. You weave your fingers through his black girls and give them a tug. He moans into your core.

He licks up your slit and then begins to circle his tongue around your clit. He looks up at you, feeling a sense of pride as you rest your head against the cabinets, eyes closed, and mouth open in pleasure. He just loves to see how you fall apart for him.

He spreads your lips wider to taste more of you. Your slick smearing along his mouth. He doesn't care how much of a mess you make on him. He loves being marked by you.

While he eats you out, he inserts a finger in you for more added pleasure. He slowly pumps it in and out, gaging your reaction to the sensation.

When you moan and tug at Jake's hair, he takes it as a sign that you can take another finger. So he inserts a second one and you hiss in pleasure, "Fuuuuck yes! That's it, Jake! Just like that."

He stares up at you while he fucks you with his fingers and mouth. You're so beautiful while you're falling apart for him. Sweat forming along your hairline, your chest heaving as your breathing grows harder.

With his other hand, Jake reaches up and slides his hand under your shirt or, rather, his shirt. He grips your breast and then tweaks your nipple.

"Holy fuck, Jake. Shit! So good!" you cry out.

He starts pumping his fingers faster now, "Cum, amor, cum for me. Lemme taste you," he mumbles against your core.

His tongue flicking at your clit while he fucks you with his fingers. Your nails dig into him while you arch your back. Your eyes closed shut as you cry out in pleasure. Your legs shaking around Jake's face as he helps you through your orgasm. A burst of wetness coats his face and Jake is smiling with pride.

As your body calms, he slowly pulls his fingers out and leans back. His face and neck coated in your wetness.

You're panting and looking at him with a tired smile, "Sorry, baby."

He chuckles, wiping at his face and then licking his fingers, "Don't be. You know I love it," he gives you a wink and stands. He presses a gentle kiss to your lips, "You okay?"

You nod, "Yeah," you sigh and look to the stove on your right, "I should finish dinner."

Jake shakes his head, "No, no. Clean up. I'll finish." He helps you down from the counter top and makes sure you don't collapse at his feet. He silently asks you if you're okay.

You smile, "I'm good. Thank you," you peck his lips.

He hums, "I should be thanking you."

You snort and roll your eyes, "We both got something out of it. You sure you don't need me to-"

"Go take a quick shower. I'll clean up here and finish dinner."

"Okay, okay," you hold your hands up in surrender, "Love you, Jake."

"I love you too, amor," he kisses your head and gives your butt a gentle spank before you head to the shower.

[honeygingergemini]

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[ghotifishreads]

Bower and Cove: MASTERLIST

Title: Bower and Cove

Author: @ghotifishreads

Pairing: Merman!Ari Levinson x Sailor!Curtis Everett x female!reader (eventual throuple)

Summary: You enlist the help of your neighbor Curtis when you find an injured man mysteriously washed up on the beach. 🧜‍♂️⚓

🔞Over 18s only, minors dni! 🔞 I do not give permission for my work to be republished, reposted, or translated.

Warnings: See each chapter. Eventual throuple and 18+ themes.

Unbeta'd. Header by me.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

drabbles:

If reader got sick

Halloween - reader dresses like a mermaid

Reader and Curtis get drunk and have Some Questions for Ari

more to come...

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Jealous Boy

Pairings: Jake Jensen x female reader

Warnings: smut, sexually explicit content, oral- female receiving, face sitting, dirty talk, slight possessiveness kink, slight size kink, jealous Jensen, Jensen with no game at ALL, explicit language (Must be 18+)

Word Count: ~2.3K

A/N: this was a request from @wanderinglunarnights! Thank you, my dear! Glad we can share in a mutual love for that adorkable nerd boy 🥰

And my love of Jensen just grows! He’s my current favorite to write.

Thank you to the lovely and talented @amythedvdhoarder for beta reading this for me. But all mistakes are my own.

Jensen slammed the empty shot glass down on the bar, he had resorted to drinking alone after watching yet another flock of men from the office flirting with you at happy hour. It's not like you were his, but he thought he had been making some headway recently after you needed some help with a virus on your work computer.

~~~~

'I'm so sorry' you said, wringing your hands in your lap, meekly. 'I'm usually so good about what emails look suspicious' you said.

'It happens' Jensen had smiled softly at you before letting his gaze fall to the curves of your breast under your fitted sweater.

'Am I going to get in trouble? I suppose you'll have to write me up for this...' you hiccuped, voice trailing off anxiously.

'Think we can work something out' he winked and your eyes went wide, your hand going to your cheek as you tried to hide the heat creeping up your face.

'I'm sorry' Jensen barked his apology rather abruptly. 'I wasn't... I didn't mean... sex' his voice cracked and his face flushed bright pink as he chuckled nervously.

'I um, didn't mean for that to come out as suggestive as it did' he finally huffed, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, his broad shoulders slumping a little in defeat.

'It's OK, Jake' you smiled the sweetest smile he had ever seen, 'can I buy you a coffee sometime?'

'Sure... yes, I would love you...' he blurted, smile spreading across his face. 'That! That. I'd love that' he sighed, giving you his famous lopsided grin that had your stomach doing somersaults.

'Good' you giggled, 'it's a date' you said, meaning that in every sense of the word as you stood up, smoothing down your skirt and picked up your laptop before leaving his office.

~~~~

That had been two weeks ago and you two still hadn't gotten that coffee. Jensen grumbled, fishing his wallet from his pocket and signaling for the bartender. After he was handed the beer, he threw a few bills and a generous tip in front of him before pushing out his stool and walking in your direction.

'Well aren't you just the cat's meow' he said, pushing his way through the sea of men around you and taking the stool next to you.

'Hi Jake' you smiled at him, as a few of your male coworkers carried on their conversations, annoyed at the intrusion.

'What you doing here, Jensen?' One of the men sneered, 'don't you have some video games to play or a website to hack?'

The group laughed at the lame joke, but you just leaned in to Jake from where you were standing, nudging his arm playfully.

'Jake's amazing with computers' you smiled, 'helped me with my hard drive a few weeks ago.'

'And she's been jonesin' for my hard drive ever since' Jensen laughed, holding up his hand to get a high five from the crowd, but he was met with groans and eye rolls.

You scowled, looking around the group as an awkward silence hung in the air. Jake put his hand down and tipped back the remainder of his beer before standing up, scraping his stool across the floor and leaving without another word.

Jake heard the laughter as he left, cursing under his breath as he walked towards the exit. Why was he so bad at this? Several one night stands each month, if he was lucky, and a handful of bad relationships was all that could be said of his romantic history.

But he wanted more. He wanted a woman he could spoil and cuddle on lazy weekends. He wanted a woman he could worship, fucking her slow and steady into the mattress, splitting her open and taking her apart. He wanted a woman to fuck with his fingers, his tongue, his cock, making her toes curl, chanting his name before forgetting her own.

A woman to love that would love him in return.

~~~~

He was crossing the parking lot to his vehicle, not sure if he should be driving, but sitting in his hummer for the next hour would be better than making a jealous fool of himself in that damn bar. He had just reached the obnoxiously bright yellow hummer when he heard his name.

'Jake' you called after him, jogging to keep up with his long strides. 'Hey, Jake, wait up... please?'

'I'll see you on Monday, Y/N' he said, giving you a dismissive smile as he opened the driver's side door.

'Can I buy you that cup of coffee?' You asked, taking hold of the door and pulling it open the rest of the way so you could step between him and the door.

'Now?' He asked, sounding thoroughly confused as he took a step backwards, running into the hummer.

'Yes, now' you smiled up at him as your hand went to a stray hair just above his glasses, smoothing it back into place. Jensen's eyes fluttered shut as he leaned into your touch, groaning softly.

'So what was that in there?' You give him a soft smile, cocking your head to the side. There was a long silence before he spoke.

'I'm sorry' he sighed. You slide your hand down to his chest, his eyes flickered opened and he looked down at you with a pained expression. 'I'm no good at this...'

'At this?' You asked, coyly.

'Getting the girl' he shrugged and you could hardly stop the goofy grin spreading across your face.

'What?' He huffed, his face flushing pink as he tried to turn away, but you closed the space between you, pressing yourself into his muscular chest.

'I think you're doing just fine' you whispered, pulse racing as you stared up at him. Jensen's hands went to the soft curves at your waist as his lips came crashing down on yours in a hard kiss.

He pulled you into his arms, lifting you clear off the ground as you moaned into his kiss. Jensen's tongue sweeping over your bottom lip as he explored your mouth possessively.

'Jake' you moaned against his lips as your hands ran the length of his lean body.

'You taste so good, pretty girl' he groaned, pressing his forehead to yours while you steadied your breathing.

'Coffee?' You asked, pressing your lips to his again as your hand reached up, carding through the hair at the back of his neck.

'Or we could just stay here and make out' he smirked.

'Come on' you smiled, 'but I'm driving... you've had too much to drink' you said, your hand running down his side and sliding into the pocket of his cargo pants.

Jake's head fell back against the hummer as he watched you, your hands rooting around in his pocket before you grasped something hard... it wasn't his key fob.

'Fuck' he hissed as your eyes went wide, retracting your hand when you realized what you were holding. Jensen's hands fell to the globes of your ass, taking handfuls as he lifted you up his body. His lips finding yours again as he used one hand to lift you both up into the driver's seat. It was a tight squeeze and you giggled when you both fumbled to make it work. Jensen reached down, making his seat fall back, as you straddled his thighs, pulling the door shut.

'Oh, Jake' you hummed, removing his glasses and putting them on the passenger's seat as his hands ran up your body, pulling your thin cardigan off as the straps of your dress fell down your shoulders. You moaned, capturing his lips in a bruising kiss when he pulled the front of your dress farther down your body, revealing your lace bra and allowing him to pinch your pebbled peaks.

When you pulled away, staring down at him, Jake was smiling at you softly as he gave your thighs a squeeze, rubbing circles into your bare skin with the pads of his calloused thumbs.

'You're so beautiful, Y/N' he whispered before pressing a firm kiss to your lips. You smiled at him as your lips went to his pulse point at his throat, sucking and nipping as your hands moved to his belt buckle.

'Fuck... Feels so good' Jake groaned and you could feel his cock, hot and heavy straining his pants. You rolled your hips over him, moaning into his mouth before he was lifting you off his lap and moving you up his body with ease.

You chirped in surprise when Jensen placed you down on his face. You tried pulling yourself into the back seat, mortified that his face was buried in your ruined panties as he licked a thick strip up your clothed heat.

'Jake' you whimpered, grinding down into his mouth as he dragged his teeth over the wet patch covering your folds. 'Oh, fuck' you whined, no longer trying to leave his warm touch.

'Gotta taste you, pretty girl' he groaned, large hand caressing your thighs as he gently pushed your legs together, shifting your panties down and helping you lift one leg and then the other as he worked the piece of clothing down your body before tossing it aside. Your body trembled when his warm hands massaged your inner thighs, your head spinning as you gasped wantonly.

'Goddamn, such a pretty little pussy' he groaned, rutting his hips up into nothing, just at the sight of you. He peppered open mouth kisses along your inner thighs, sucking and nipping love bites as he went.

'Jake, please' your plea coming out breathy as you gripped the roots of his hair trying to guide his mouth where you needed him most.

'Oh, baby' he whispered, hot breath tickling your inner thigh, 'love hearing you say my name... gonna make you scream it when I'm splitting you open with my tongue.'

Your thighs started to shake as a rush of arousal coated your folds, rutting your hips into him when a whine warbled up your throat.

'So wet for me' he groaned before pressing his lips to your clit, his fingers spreading the slick through your folds before dipping into your heat. You moaned when he curled into your soft walls, clenching around him.

Jake worked you over with his skilled tongue and fingers as you unabashedly rode his face in the back of the bar’s parking lot. You gripped the headrest in the back seat of the hummer as you rolled your hips into his hot mouth, screaming his name when he gripped handfuls of your ass, spearing his tongue into your hole as you clenched around him, needing more.

'Fuck... oh, god, Jake' you moaned, 'please... I need your cock.'

Jake hummed, doubling his efforts as one of his hands left your ass to palm his bulge, groaning at how fucking hard he was for you.

'Wanna taste your sweet cream, baby… then I'm gonna fill you up and make you mine' he grunted before plunging his tongue deep into your dripping pussy.

You rolled your hips forward over his face while pushing to sit up as far as you could in the tight quarters, Jake's hand moving to draw tight circles at your puckered hole.

You gasped, one hand going to the roof of the car, grinding into his face as your other hand strummed over your swollen clit, the coil giving one last tight turn deep in your belly before shattering.

Your entire body trembled around Jake's mouth as he lapped up his prize, growling with appreciation at the tang of your sweet nectar.

When your legs had stopped trembling, you moved your way awkwardly down Jake's hard body, shying away from him as he wrapped you in his arms.

'Hey' he said, gently tilting your chin to his face, still glistening with your arousal. 'You OK, pretty girl?' He asked.

'Yes' you whispered, feeling his erection pressing into your belly, impossibly hard.

'That was amazing' he smiled at you before pressing his lips to yours. The taste of your arousal still coated his tongue as he hungrily explored your mouth.

'I should be telling you that' you giggled.

'Well, only if it's true' he laughed.

'And if it wasn't?' You teased.

'Well, I'd just have to do it again... and again... until I got it right' he said, pressing his lips to yours again as a fire ignited deep in the pit of your belly.

'You gonna fill me up now, Jake?' You whispered over the shell of his ear, palming his bulge.

Jake groaned, placing a chaste kiss to your forehead before shifting you into the passenger’s seat. You reached down grabbing his glasses and handing them to him as you pouted out your bottom lip playfully.

'Let's get that cup of coffee first' he smiled, capturing your lips in a soft kiss.

'Nuh-Uh' you smirked, breaking the kiss too soon.

'You don't want to buy me a coffee anymore?' He asked, slumping back in his seat in disappointment.

'Nope' you popped the 'p' shaking your head, teasingly. 'But I do want to make you coffee tomorrow morning, after I suck you off' you hummed into his ear before nipping his earlobe. You pulled away, looking into his eyes mischievously.

A shiver ran down Jensen’s back as his hissed an exhale, smiling at you like you hung the damn moon.

'Deal' Jake said, drawing in a shaky breath, leaning in to frame your face in his large hands before he pulled you in for a sweet kiss.

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so so so so so sooooooo good i want jakey now 😭

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Atonement

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7,856 Summary: Andy tries to atone for his sins. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. AU. Mild violence and a (one sided) fist fight between friends. Reference to kidnapping, murder, dark biker elements, dub con, and kind of basement wife vibes. Angst (with a happy ending, you're welcome!). Oral sex (f receiving). Hand job. Unprotected sex. Praise kink. Feeeeels.

A/N: Welp, here it is, the long awaited follow up to Devil's Advocate. This one fought me a bit, as this really could have gone either way, but, well. You'll see. Enjoy! ❤️

Andy ducked out from beneath the raised hood of the 1968 Chevy Camaro he and Curtis were restoring. He eyed the apple wine colored vintage car, taking a moment to admire all of their hard work and smiling a little at the progress they had made. 

Restoring vintage cars was something he and Curtis had done together for years–since they were teenagers–a way for them to get their hands dirty legally, have some fun, and maybe make a bit of money on the side.

It was also the kind of mindless escape–working with his hands, side by side with a friend–that Andy needed right now.

Tugging the grease rag from the back pocket of his jeans, Andy wiped off his dirty hands as Curtis continued to work on the engine, turning and sinking onto one of the stools by the workbench at the back of the garage stall. 

An advantage of the Devil’s Advocates having a few legitimate businesses, like Frank's Auto Repair, was that they had a place to do something like this after hours.

Flipping open the cooler at his feet, Andy pulled out a fresh beer, popping off the cap and guzzling the drink until half the bottle was gone.

His gaze was distant as he stared across the garage, unaware of Curtis straightening and stepping away from the car before turning to him, as his mind wandered to you.

"Are you over this already?" Curtis asked, swiping his own beer from the cooler before leaning back against the car.

Andy blinked at him, his eyes refocusing, his mind moving away from you and how messy everything between the two of you had become over the past couple of months. He mustered a smile, taking another pull of his beer to buy himself some time before answering. 

"Nah," Andy shrugged, smirking a little. "Just thirsty."

"I see that," Curtis snorted, eyeing the three empty beer bottles Andy had accrued so far this evening. "You drowning your sorrows or something?"

Yes, Andy thought before forcing a laugh. 

"Yeah, I'm absolutely heartbroken that Peaches will be officially off the market soon."

Curtis grinned, looking happier than Andy had ever seen him. He had been glowing ever since Peaches accepted his marriage proposal, and it made Andy both excited for his friends and jealous of their happy relationship. 

"Took us long enough, huh?" Curtis took a drink of his beer, watching Andy contemplatively before asking, "How about you and that sweet nurse of yours?"

He really tried to, but Andy couldn't suppress his grimace. "It’s fine." Brow furrowing, his gaze dropped to the floor as he finished off his drink.

Blindly, he went to reach for another beer before frowning at Curtis blocking his way by dropping to sit atop the cooler.

"How about you tell me what's really going on?"

Huffing, Andy swiped a hand over his beard, glancing away. "It's nothing."

"Bullshit," Curtis shot back. "I haven't seen you this miserable in a long time. I thought you were good? You seemed crazy about her–"

"I am," Andy sighed. "I love her. It's just…all such a fucking mess right now." He dropped his head into his hands, taking a shuddering breath before looking over at Curtis. 

Curtis stared back patiently, his eyes shining with concern before he knocked his knee against Andy's, murmuring, "Come on, man, what's going on? Maybe I can help."

Andy swallowed, hesitating. 

No one had any idea what was going on between the two of you behind closed doors. Andy was great at putting up a happy front, and you tried your best to play along, motivated by fear, more than anything, he was sure. 

But the weight of the truth–of his actions and their fallout–was weighing on Andy more and more, especially as you continued to draw in on yourself, and away from him, with each passing day.

If anyone could help, it was Curtis. He was Andy's closest friend, his second in command, his ride or die…and he was a good man.

And Andy didn't know how to fix what he had broken between you.

So Andy confessed his sins to Curtis, starting with that night at your home, a few days after the warehouse fiasco. He explained how he had tried to respect your request for space but had only lasted four days, because he loved you so much, missed you so much, and was going positively crazy without you, especially after what had happened with Neal and Pronge. 

Andy divulged how he had gone a little crazy once he saw you again, refusing to go when you told him to leave—that you couldn’t be with him anymore—and instead taking what he wanted from you, making you beg for it, and completely ignoring your request to pull out despite knowing you weren't on birth control. 

He revealed how the next day he moved into your home without your permission–terrified that you'd leave him if he wasn't there to watch you–and how, despite obliterating your boundaries and wants, he had tried so hard to prove to you how much he loved you, how safe you were with him, but how every day, it was like you closed yourself off to him a little more.

Andy told Curtis how you more often than not flinched away from him whenever he touched you or tried to hold you, how you were so quiet, and how relieved you looked to leave for work each day, versus how you deflated just a little as you stepped outside the hospital after your shift to find Andy waiting for you, making sure you returned home to him.

He wasn't sure how long he spoke, but it was like once Andy started, he couldn't stop, the awful truth and his wicked deeds–along with his genuine remorse–flowing from him until there was nothing left to confess.

It was quiet for a long moment, the silence heavy and loud, the garage ringing with it as Andy continued to stare at the floor, too ashamed to meet Curtis' gaze that he could feel burning into him.

Then movement caught in the corner of his eye, and Andy glanced up as Curtis slowly rose to his feet, looming over him, his dark blue eyes sparking with something angry and horrified, something disbelieving.

Andy didn't even try to defend himself as Curtis cocked his fist back and threw a punch that had him toppling from his seat. Kneeling on the garage floor, he had a split second to wipe the blood from his throbbing nose before Curtis was fisting the front of his t-shirt with both hands and hauling him up to his feet.

Another punch snapped Andy's face to the side, his ears ringing as he sagged in Curtis’ grip.

"You fucking prick!" Curtis snarled, shaking Andy before shoving him against the workbench hard and turning away from him to gather himself. He took a slow, deep breath, letting it out on a shaky exhale before facing Andy again. 

"How could you, Andy? After everything she’s been through? That night in the warehouse, god, you saw the state she was in. She was scared shitless, traumatized. How could you do that to her?”

"I love her," Andy muttered, knowing it was no excuse.  

He sniffed back the burn of tears as everything overwhelmed him at once - the alcohol in his system, his sadness and shame, Curtis being so truly pissed at him for the first time ever, and everything he had done to you. 

The way he had snuffed out that beautiful, bright light of yours, and how you couldn't even look him in the eye anymore. 

Andy knew it was wrong, and yet, the alternative—living without you—seemed so much worse.

"I can’t let her go. I can't!" Andy shook his head, feeling resentment bubble up in him as he finally turned a glower Curtis' way. "And like you wouldn’t do the same thing if it was Peaches? Like you wouldn't do anything to keep her in your life?"

Curtis growled, taking a step toward Andy before pulling up short, his hands curling into fists at his sides as he tried to control himself. 

"You, better than anyone, know how many times I let her walk away from me because she thought that’s what she really wanted and all I wanted was for her to be happy. That’s love, you dick." 

And just like that, Andy’s resentment and ire fizzled out, a deep well of sorrow opening up inside him as he whispered, "I need her." 

"No, you want her. You need to let it be her decision, especially after everything." 

"I’ve never felt this way about anyone before," Andy admitted, straightening with a groan and swiping the blood from the corner of his split lip.

"That’s not a fucking excuse," Curtis replied. "We’ve all done some fucked up shit, Andy, hurt people, but we never hurt our own, we never hurt the ones we love." 

Raking a hand through his wild hair, Andy nodded at the familiar words, his gaze dropping away again as he murmured, "I know."

“You made that rule,” Curtis reminded him.

“I know.”

There was a long beat of silence before Curtis sighed. "You need to make it right."

"I don't know if I can."

"Well, you need to try."

Frowning, Andy glanced up at him. "How?"

Curtis met his gaze, unwavering, the sheer disappointment in his eyes making Andy's stomach turn. "You know how. Now come on, we’re going to the diner to get some coffee in you. You’re not going home to her and having this conversation drunk."

Andy didn't even try to object, resigned to his fate—whatever came next—as he slowly trailed behind Curtis as his friend swiped up the keys to his pickup truck and stalked outside.

Anxiety bubbled in your gut as you stepped inside your home. 

The feeling–the underlying buzz of distress just beneath the surface of your skin–wasn't new, it had become part of your norm since the night everything with Andy went to hell.

But what was out of the ordinary was the fact that Andy hadn't been waiting for you outside of the hospital after you finished your shift.

Usually he was leaning back against his motorcycle, parked right beside your car, there to gather you in his arms and kiss you gently, like he wasn't actually there to escort you home, back to the prison your life with him had become.

And yet, the thought of something happening to him–something bad enough to keep him from picking you up–had your anxiety skyrocketing to new levels as you shrugged out of your jacket and hung it in the entryway closet.

The front of the house was dark, save the overhead stove light casting a soft amber glow in the kitchen. You made your way down the hall, your steps slow as you began to sweat. 

Was Andy drunk again? 

He'd been drinking more than usual the past month or so. You suspected it was his coping mechanism with everything that had happened between you, including the slow, ongoing death of your relationship despite how hard he tried to act like everything was okay.

Thankfully he wasn't a violent drunk, just a sad one, and you often found yourself comforting him when he got that way, and then being angry with yourself–and him–after. 

Because despite everything, you loved him. And seeing Andy hurt made you hurt, even though you wished it didn't.

You shook those thoughts from your mind as you stepped inside your bedroom, your eyes going big with surprise when you spied Andy sitting on the foot of the bed. It wasn't just his packed bags at his feet that had you instantly distraught, but also the bruising around his nose and his split bottom lip.

"What happened?" you whispered, struggling to breathe properly as you felt your body prickle with sweat.

You swayed on your feet, the pull to go to Andy and inspect his injuries strong–a part of you, really–but your fear and distress were stronger and kept you frozen in place.

Slowly, Andy lifted his head to meet your gaze, his eyes red and voice rough as he said, "Curtis knows."

His words hit you like a blow to the stomach, punching all the air from your lungs as you tried to process this turn of events. It was instant, the whirlwind of fear, shame, and apprehension that rose up within you, your mind spinning out, frantic with what this revelation could mean…

Was Curtis in danger? Did Andy hurt him? What did he say or think of you now, knowing the truth? 

Would he help you?

Tears brimmed in your eyes as your gaze fell back to Andy's packed bags, and your distress blared even more fiercely, like an internal alarm that you were in danger ringing  throughout your entire being.

Would Andy take you away from your home and your work now? Far away from Curtis and the others, so no one could interfere with what he wanted?

Just the mere thought of losing anything else, especially the last dregs of stability you had in your fucked up life, was enough to have you teetering on the edge of a panic attack. 

"Please, don't make me go, I don't want to. My work, it makes me happy, it's all I have, please–"

Your words trailed off as your voice broke with terror and anguish. Tears spilled over as you gasped for breath, grappling with the thought of your life being upended again, and how you had no control over it whatsoever.

"Sweetheart, no," Andy was quick to launch himself to his feet as you spiraled, pausing as his sudden movement toward you made you flinch and recoil like a startled animal. "Honey–"

This time it was his voice breaking, emotion drowning out the rest of his words as he slowly–carefully–made his way to you.

"God, I'm so sorry," he whispered at the sight of you shaking and curling in on yourself, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

He gently touched your upper arms, ducking his face so your eyes could meet. His movements were slow as he raised his hand to cup your cheek, his thumb swiping away your tears, and then he was framing your face between his hands and just holding you as you stared at each other.

It was clear as day in your gaze: that you were frightened of him, that you didn't trust him, that he was causing you so much pain and sorrow.

“I once told you that I loved the way you looked at me," Andy's voice was rough as he spoke, his eyes shining with tears as he watched you. "Like I was a good man, like you cherished me, but you can't even look at me now." 

You swallowed against a sob, the truth of his words tearing through you as you shook your head, more tears flowing, because he was right. Once upon a time, all you wanted to do was look at Andy, get lost in that warm blue gaze of his as you reveled in being on the receiving end of his undivided attention.

But those days were a distant memory now, they felt like a lifetime ago.

"That night at the warehouse, and again here a few days later, your eyes, the look in them," you trembled, shuddering hard at the memory. "It was like you were a completely different person–someone I didn't even know–and it scared me, Andy. I don't want to see that look again. I can't. I can't–"

Andy's face crumpled as you began to cry, his hand so soft and careful as he cradled your face. He exhaled shakily, moving closer and dropping his forehead to yours, his voice shaking as he spoke.

"I’ve fucked it all up, and I know that, honey. I really do. I never meant for this to happen, any of this." He pulled back to meet your gaze, and the earnestness shining in his eyes had you crying even harder, because you knew he meant it, and for some reason, that just made it hurt even more. 

"I love you so much, sweetheart. That night with Neal, when I found out he'd taken you, and I walked in on what he was about to do to you in that warehouse, I've never been so scared in my life, so angry, and I just fucking lost it."

You blinked at Andy, stunned, because he had never spoken about that night before–not once in all these months–and you had assumed it was because it didn't really faze him, and certainly nowhere near as much as it did you.

As the leader of the Devil's Advocates, he was used to this kind of life, the violence and the darkness, the death, and you never really thought that Andy could be afraid, especially when you were so scared of him.

But here he was, finally giving voice to his own fear and pain–his own trauma, just as real and valid as yours–and you could see it, you could see all of it staring you right in the face, and even after everything, it broke your heart.

"I wish you would have told me," you whispered, wiping the latest flood of tears from your cheeks with trembling hands. "It was like some kind of switch flipped in you, Andy, and the sweet and loving and warm man I knew, that I fell in love with, he was gone, and this terrifying and brutal stranger took his place. And I've just been waiting," your voice broke as you shook your head. "I've just been waiting for him to come out again and hurt me like you hurt them–"

"Oh god, sweetheart, I would never do that to you–"

"You already have, but in a different way," you snapped, your eyes focused on his for longer than a split second for once, and hard. 

Betrayed.

And shadowed with so much devastation.

"I know," he whispered, gently stroking your face, his eyes intent on yours and pleading as his own tears finally escaped. "I was so scared that I almost lost you, and when you pulled away from me, even though it was just for a few days, I just, fuck, I couldn't handle it." Andy shook his head. "I know that's not an excuse for what I did, but once it was done, I couldn't take it back, and all I could think about was keeping you close because I almost lost you and the thought of living without you…"

He shook his head again, shuddering as he took a step back and wiped away the tears streaking down his bearded cheeks.

"I'm not proud of what I did to you, sweetheart. I know it was wrong, and I know I hurt you and betrayed you in so many ways. I think the reason I kept doing it was because the more you pulled away from me, the more desperate I was to be close to you, to make you mine." He sniffed, closing his eyes for a beat before admitting, "Part of me's glad you haven't gotten pregnant because we're so broken, everything is so broken."

"I got an implant after that night, at work during one of my shifts so you wouldn't know," you confessed, hugging yourself as you awaited his reaction to the secret you had been keeping from him for weeks and weeks.

Andy didn't look angry or surprised by your reveal, just resigned, and sad.

"This isn’t how I want us to be," he told you, reaching for you again and then stilling as you instinctively took a step away from him, his eyes flickering with resolve as he continued, "But it doesn’t matter what I want. It matters what you want, and if it’s not me, then I’ll figure out how to live with that. I just want you to know that I love you, so much. You filled a part of me that I didn’t even realize was empty until I met you."

Andy watched you for a beat, his eyes flickering all over your face like he was trying to memorize your features, and then he was turning away and retrieving his bags from the floor. 

"So you’re leaving me?" you whispered, in a sort of stunned disbelief. "Just like that? After everything?"

"I'm not leaving you, honey. After talking to Curtis, I realized that I need to give you space, like you wanted in the first place, like you deserve." Andy paused beside you as he shouldered one duffle bag and readjusted his grip on the other. "If and when you’re ready to see me, you know where to find me." 

He shifted closer, his gaze dropping to your lips, and you knew he wanted to kiss you, but he didn't, he just watched you for a moment, waiting until your gaze met his before speaking again. 

“I’m sorry that you saw that dark side of me and that it scared you so much, but I hope that maybe you can remember there’s light in me too, that you bring it out in me. You make me a better man. You know me, sweetheart. You told me once that you believe good people can do bad things and that you believed I was good. Did you mean that?”

Your eyes brimmed with a fresh wave of tears as you recalled the exchange Andy was referring to. It was from the night you were taken by Pronge, but before all that, when you and Andy had picnicked in the park and he made love to you.

You remembered every word of that conversation and the conviction with which you spoke them, as well as how painfully in love with Andy you had been in that moment. 

And still were, if you were being honest with yourself. 

“Yes,” you breathed at last.

Andy gave you a meaningful look and then he mustered a soft smile, his eyes lingering on your for another beat before he murmured, "I love you," and left.

You stared after him, your lips parted in shock as you clasped a hand to your chest, jumping at the distant sound of the front door closing. A moment later, you heard the engine of Andy's Range Rover start up and the sound of him pulling out of the driveway, and then all was quiet.

It was just you, by yourself, without Andy, for the first time in months.

Six weeks.

It took you six weeks of space from Andy, coming back home to yourself, and healing a little more each day, to realize what you truly wanted.

It had been a process of course, and it hadn't been easy.

First you had to release the anger, resentment, and betrayal you had been stewing in for months. And rightfully so, after having your choices taken away from you, your needs and wants–where it mattered–ignored.

Then you had to learn to trust that Andy meant what he had said, that he really was giving you space, giving you back your life and your agency, too.

As the days went by, and he stayed true to his word, you began to feel more and more like yourself. The world–and your life–felt a little less dark and dangerous each day as your light came back, and your optimism, too.

And then something surprising had happened, something you didn't expect at all - it was like now that you had some time and space away from Andy, you could see the past few months through a different lens, and things that you had been blind to before–that had been blocked out by your pain, fear, and disassociation–came into focus.

There was no denying or excusing that what Andy had done had been awful, but you realized that there had been a lot of good that followed. That the flawed behavior really did seem to be a one-time response to the night at the warehouse and the fear of losing you. 

It was the definition of a good person doing a bad thing in the heat of a very insane and fucked up moment. 

You’d been kidnapped by a dangerous, deadly rival, and Andy had walked in on them threatening you with unspeakable, vile things…and when you looked at it like that, from his point of view, his reaction seemed a little less unhinged and a little more understandable. 

Forgivable, even.

You spent so much time and energy over the past couple of months terrified of Andy, but of a fleeting part of him that had only come out in those moments of high stress and intense fear, and then you hadn't seen a hint of that Andy since.

In the scheme of things, it was a stray occurrence bred from Andy's desperation to keep you safe, to be with you.

And that was what a majority of the past few months with Andy had actually been: him loving you, protecting you, and trying to make you feel safe with him as he worked to win back your trust.

He had done so much for you and had tried so hard, but all you could focus on was what had happened and what could happen again. It wasn't until he left and you were in your right mind again, that you could look back and really take stock of the past couple of months with him.

He had fixed up your house for you, slowly flipping it the way you wanted. He was so soft with you those nights when you woke up crying and shaking from nightmares. He made you tea just the way you liked it each morning, and he ran so many errands without you even needing to ask at all. He worshipped you in bed, and gave you space when you didn't want to be near him, and he planned and delivered the best birthday you had had in a really long time.

Andy had been trying so hard to love you and build a life with you, but you couldn't see it in the moment, all you could focus on was what had happened those two awful nights.

And now? After so much time and space away from Andy?

You missed him. 

You missed him so much.

It took you six weeks of working through the tangled mess of your emotions and desires to realize just how big of a hole Andy had left in your life, and your heart.

And to admit to yourself that you wanted to be with him, even if it didn't make sense, even if he didn't deserve you, even if you were still mad at him.

When you peeled back all the messy layers, at the core of everything was this simple truth: you were in love with Andy Barber and you wanted to be with him.

Which is why you were standing on his front stoop now, hands shaking as you wringed them in front of you and listened to the muffled sound of male voices and laughter coming from inside Andy's house.

It was tempting, the urge to flee, but the need to see Andy, to speak with him and say your peace was stronger, so you knocked on the door and waited.

Andy was a sight for sore eyes and your battered heart when he answered the door, his lips parting in surprise and eyebrows shooting up to his hairline at the sight of you.

But oh, what a sight he was.

It was like you had almost forgotten how beautiful he was, with his handsome features and floofy hair, his bright blue eyes and tall, firm body. Just like the first night you two had met outside the Qwik Mart, your body trilled in awareness, so affected by him and his presence–aching for him–as your breath caught and your face warmed, your heart rate doing double time as you met his unwavering gaze. 

"Hi," you trembled, shoving your shaking hands into your jacket pockets to try and hide your nerves.

"Hi," Andy echoed, swallowing audibly as his eyes roved over you, something so wanting and happy sparking in his gaze that you felt your eyes burn with unshed tears, and a bit of relief to be honest. "You're really here?"

Your laugh was watery, but you couldn't help it, because he looked so truly gobsmacked that it had your belly fluttering as something warm and jubilant bloomed to life in your chest. 

"Yeah, can we talk?"

"Of course," Andy smiled tentatively, glancing over his shoulder. "Let me just kick out the guys–"

"Oh, no!" you frowned. "I'm sorry, I can come back or we can meet up some other time–"

"No!" Andy looked truly distressed at the thought of you leaving. "Really, it's fine, I promise. Please don't go."

You couldn't say no to him, not with the way his eyes were pleading with you, so blue and soulful and warm.

And you realized it quite suddenly, that you felt safe on the receiving end of his gaze for the first time in ages. 

"Okay," you whispered.

Andy shot you a grateful smile then left the door open as he hurried back inside. His voice was low as he spoke to Curtis, Jake, and Mike, who you could see gathered in his living room, watching a sports game on TV.

You felt your cheeks burn as they all filed past you and out of the house, one by one. First was Mike with a nod and half smile, then came Jake with a warm smile and a non-discrete thumbs up, and finally there was Curtis, his eyes so soft and kind as they met yours.

"Good to see you, little nurse," he murmured, shooting you a wink and giving your arm a squeeze before going to step past you, but you wouldn't let him.

You threw yourself at him, hugging him tightly instead and muttering a "thank you," against his chest before stepping away and giving him a shy smile. "You're a good man, Curtis."

"Don't go spreading that around, it'll ruin my street cred," he grinned at you, giving you another squeeze before tossing a stern look at Andy over his shoulder and then jogging down the front steps to join the others waiting in Jake's jeep.

You and Andy stood together on the front stoop and waved, watching as they drove away, and then you were shyly peeking up at him and finding his intent gaze already on you and making you shiver. 

"Come inside, honey, it's getting chilly out here," Andy said, ushering you into his home and closing the door behind you both.

You stood there awkwardly in his entryway for a moment, watching each other for a beat, and then Andy chuckled. 

"Can I hug you? Please?"

"Yeah," you nodded, something inside of you singing its joy as Andy's arms curled around you–so gently–and he pulled you into his chest.

Unexpected tears surfaced as you sank against him, a lump swelling in your throat at the overwhelm of being here with Andy again, in his arms, breathing in his scent, and realizing just how much you had missed him, missed this, you and him together.

You didn't realize you were crying until Andy's soft, "Shhh, it's okay, sweetheart," washed over you, his big hands sweeping up your back in comforting strokes.

And while this–reuniting with him–was part of why you came here, it wasn't the only reason why. You had things to say that he needed to hear, so you gently pushed away from Andy's embrace, sniffling back your tears as you wiped your face.

Andy watched you, quiet and patient, the sad shine of regret glittering in his gaze.

"What you did to me was wrong and so fucked up," you trembled.

"I know," he replied instantly, looking so sincere and repentant that it caught you off guard while also easing the lingering pain in your heart, just a little.

"You really hurt me, Andy." You swallowed against the sob of emotion fighting to bubble up.

"I’m so sorry," he whispered, hesitating before reaching for your hands and drawing you closer. He pressed your palms to his chest, until you could feel the thumping of his heart beneath your touch, his eyes so honest as he told you, "I wish I could take it all back. I really am so sorry for everything, honey." 

"I know you are," you said, taking a deep breath. "As much as you hurt me, being without you has hurt more. I thought I could move on, that that's what I wanted, but it's not. I love you. And maybe that’s fucked up, too, especially after everything, but I can’t help it. I can't–"

The sob finally broke free as you warred with the desire of your heart and the logic of your mind, the forgiveness you wanted to grant Andy, and the anger and betrayal that still lingered. 

"Shh, come here, sweetheart, it's okay," Andy hushed you, gathering you in his arms and holding you tight as you cried against his shirt. "It's okay, honey. I love you, I love you so much, and I'll never hurt you like that again, I swear. I know I don’t deserve you, but I won't make you regret giving me another chance. I’m gonna make sure you feel like a cherished queen every day you’re on my arm, do you hear me?"

Sniffling, you pulled away enough to meet his gaze. "I don’t care about that, I just want you to love me and make me feel safe."

Andy's gaze softened as he cupped the side of your face, his eyes shimmering with tears as you willingly–wantingly–leaned into his touch for the first time in a long time. "I love you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel safe with me again, I promise."

Cupping your face between both of his hands, Andy met your gaze as he slowly descended on you, checking for any signs that you wanted him to stop and finding none before he kissed you.

The touch of his lips against yours was so soft–such a painfully careful reunion–that you could have cried all over again. Instead you whimpered, desperate for more, to taste him again after so long apart, as you clutched at his shoulders and reared up against him, seeking more.

Andy gave it to you, groaning against your lips as he tilted his face for a better angle, his mouth working against yours, his tongue soon joining the fray and tangling with your own.

"God, I missed you so much," he breathed between kisses, pressing you to the closest wall as he dipped low and ravished your mouth until you were both desperately panting for breath. "Can I have you, sweetheart?"

He pulled away, still holding your face, his eyes dark and wild in a way that had your insides clenching and your panties ruined in seconds.

"S'been so long since I've felt you, honey. Miss being inside you, want you so bad," Andy groaned, ducking low for another kiss that was all tongue and soft moans exchanged between you.

"Take me to bed, Andy," you murmured, gently touching his cheek and relishing in the prick of his beard against your palm. "Please."

A few moments later, once your naked back hit the mattress of Andy's bed, it was like he reined himself in, suppressing his own need and desperate desire for you in exchange for nothing short of devotion.

He took his time kissing down the length of your body, his pillowy, pink lips teasing and tasting, trailing and tantalizing until your fingers were curled in his hair and tugging hard enough to make him groan.

Andy kissed his way back up your belly and between your breasts, stopping to pay special attention to the sensitive hollow behind your ear that he knew drove you wild, smiling against your skin as you mewled and gasped his name.

"You're so beautiful, sweet girl," he murmured against your cheek, pressing a kiss there before his lips found your other ear. "Gonna make you feel so good, so loved, you hear me?"

"Yes, please, please–" 

Andy trapped your pleas between your lips, kissing you hungrily as his hand found yours. He pressed his big palm to yours, your joined hands sinking against the rumpled covers as he drank from your mouth like he was trying to draw forth every last drop of the flavor of you, completely and wholly addicted.

When his mouth finally moved away from your own, it was to descend on your heaving breasts, his big hands squeezing and groping as his lips plucked at your hard, aching nipples, and his tongue soothed the ache, just a little. 

Andy didn't stop lavishing your breasts with attention until you were whining his name and squirming restlessly beneath him, making him grin–all boyish and playful–before he continued his descent down your body.

His destination had you moaning, especially when he arrived there, his big body settling between your sprawled and trembling thighs. His mouth lingered on your lower belly as his fingers teased up the length of your weeping slit.

"Oh god," you gasped as his thumb caught on your clit, rubbing soft circles until you were keening and writhing beneath him, your fingers digging into his shoulders as you begged him for more. "Please, Andy! God, please put your mouth on me. I need it, I–yesss!"

You hissed as he tongued up the length of your cunt, dragging the firm muscle all along the valley of your folds. When he tugged back the hood of your clit to lap at your needy little bundle of nerves, you sobbed, hooking your knee over Andy's shoulder and yanking him impossibly close as you mindlessly sought more pleasure from his talented mouth.

You had no idea how he managed it, especially without interrupting the ecstasy building inside of you, but Andy rolled you both over until you were settling over his face on your hands and knees. 

Your glazed eyes widened briefly at the sudden, new position, your head spinning and your body trembling. When you got a glimpse of Andy beneath you, his face flushed and his eyes so dark with lust they looked black–this big beautiful man now at your mercy–you moaned and sank more of your weight against him. 

"That's it, sweetheart," Andy groaned, his hands gripping your thighs and spreading you open even further for him. "Ride my face until you're cumming all over me, honey. Take what you want from me."

"Jesus, Andy," you whispered, fisting one hand in his hair and using the other to balance yourself against the headboard as you slowly started to rock against his face. 

His nose bumping your clit had you gasping, your head falling back in bliss as Andy shook his face back and forth, his beard pricking all along your folds as he shoved his tongue deep inside your pussy and ate you out with enthusiasm.

He was moaning even more than you were, the vibrations of his pleasure rattling through you and adding to the sensations that were building and catapulting you closer and closer to release.

The closer you hurtled to the edge of bliss, the harder you rode him, the bed squeaking with your efforts as you keened and chanted Andy's name. Your fingers yanked his hair hard as you grinded against his face, and your cunt throbbed and spasmed as you came hard.

It was like you ascended to a different plane of existence, your body more alive than it had felt in months as euphoria flooded through you–popping like confetti in every cell of your being–as you lost yourself to the moment, to the carnal paradise that awaited you as your body trembled and pulsed, reveled and rejoiced.

When you finally came back down, you were curled up in the middle of the bed–boneless and deeply sated–as Andy curled close beside you. He smoothed a hand over your head before caressing his knuckles down the slope of your sweaty cheek, his smile so soft and tender that it had your belly erupting with a kaleidoscope of butterflies.

"Welcome back, sweetheart," he whispered, grinning as he leaned in and kissed you softly.

You hummed, enjoying the taste of yourself on his lips and tongue, as your hand caught his cheek and held him close so you could deepen the kiss.

"Can I have you now?" Andy murmured once you pulled back enough that he could meet your gaze.

"Yeah," you smiled, shifting closer and hitching your leg over his hip.

"You sure this is okay?" he asked, smoothing a hand over your bare ass and shifting you closer as his hard cock jutted against your belly. "It's what you want?"

The lump returned to your throat, your tears brimming, too, but they were happy, and you told Andy as much as he went still and frowned his concern. 

"Thank you for checking," you whispered, touching his cheek and drawing him in for another slow, thorough kiss. 

When you pulled away, you didn't go far, your eyes fixed on Andy's as your hand fell between your legs to gather your own slick before you were gripping his cock and stroking.

He grunted, his nostrils flaring as your wrist twisted. You could feel him throb against your hand as your thumb teased along the slit at the crown of Andy's cock, and you just enjoyed touching him like this again for a moment, drinking in the way his handsome face grew rosier with every second that passed, and how his eyes were drooping to half mast as he moaned your name.

When you arched closer and drew his length along your center, Andy blinked back to awareness. His hand moved to your face and cupped your cheek, keeping your gaze aimed on his as you guided him inside you and he filled you up for the first time in months.

The drive of Andy's hips was slow and patient, and you could hear his breath catch at the warm, snug feel of you around him. 

"God, honey, I missed this so much," he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours as he kept on pushing his way inside you, until he was buried to the hilt and throbbing in the deepest depths of your body. "Fuck, you feel so good."

You breathed his name quietly, drawing his owlish gaze back to yours as you rocked against him, encouraging him without words as your hand moved toward his own that still cupped your cheek and curled around his wrist, holding on.

You were both quiet as he began to move, the first few pumps of his hips slow and shallow before he retreated until just the tip stretched you open before sliding home hard and deep, making you both moan.

Soon he was fucking you with deep, steady strokes, sweat gathering on his forehead as Andy pressed you back against the mattress and settled over top of you. 

The feel of his body sinking against yours made you moan in appreciation, and when he caught the back of your knee and hitched your leg up higher, shifting the angle for you both, you whined your appreciation for the next deep drive of his cock.

"So pretty, sweetheart, you're so fucking pretty," Andy panted, dropping his forehead to yours as he went at you harder, sank into you deeper and lingered as he grinded his hips against yours until you were chirping his name and clawing at his back. "Mmm, that's it, honey, squeeze my cock. You feel so good."

You mewled, delirious now from pleasure, from the need to cum again–this time around Andy's cock–and you gasped as he drew the tip of his nose up the length of your throat, sucking a bruise along the hinge of your jaw until you were clenching around him hard and making him gasp.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop," you chanted, tossing your head back as your body lit up even more once Andy's thumb found your clit.

"Let go for me, sweet girl. I love you. I love you," he whispered against your ear, and you were gone.

Your body arched as your orgasm hit you like a freight train. All your muscles locked hard before releasing as you trembled and moaned as ecstasy rattled through every inch of your body before a new wave had you shaking and losing it all over again.

You were just sagging back against the mattress, completely spent and thoroughly dazed when Andy began to lose his rhythm. He moaned as he shoved into you hard, lingering for a long moment as his forehead dropped to yours, his lips hovering just over yours. 

"M'gonna–" he groaned, giving another forceful rut before he was pulling out and finishing himself off with his hand, his head hanging low and his lips parting around a series of satisfied grunts as he came. 

You blinked your surprise as you felt his cum splash across your stomach and chest in hot bursts, and then Andy was sagging against you with a content hum. He gave a few more gentle ruts, purring at the friction as his softening cock caught between your bodies before he went still.

You basked in the feel of Andy blanketing you with his weight, his face tucked against the crook of your neck as he took a moment to regain his breath, pressing his lips to your skin as you slowly drew your hands up and down his back.

He shifted so he wasn't crushing you beneath him, settling beside you as he kept one arm and leg slung over your body. His face was inches from yours, his eyes twinkling as you grinned at his messy hair and brushed some of the wild strands from his forehead.

"You didn't cum inside me," you whispered, your fingers falling to trace along Andy's ruddy cheek. 

His gaze and smile dimmed. "I didn't want to…do things like before."

You palmed his cheek, your eyes meeting his and softening as he nuzzled against your hand. "Thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me, not for that.” Andy kissed your cheek and tugged you closer, caressing your face as he murmured, "You're okay?"

"I really am," you replied, and you meant it.

For the first time in a long time, you were okay, more than okay, actually. 

You were happy.

“Come home with me?" you whispered, feeling nervous but asking for what you wanted anyway. "I miss you, and…maybe…maybe we can make it ours now, our home, together.”

“I’d really love that, sweetheart, almost as much as I love you," Andy replied, his voice thick with emotion as he murmured, "I'm gonna make you so happy, honey, I promise."

You smiled at his words—at his promise—your tummy fluttering and your heart glowing.

Because you believed him.

With every fiber of your being, you believed him. 

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this was such a perfect wrap up. is it bad that a secretly loved that andy was so selfish he couldn’t let her go? 😭 maybe but it was absolutely beautiful to see him so desperate for proximity with reader. And their makeup????? come onnnnn it was amazing the talking before the action, Andy’s high-school like nervousness, and constant check ins were so adorable but needed. I loved it as usual. Thank you so much for choosing to share your art with us! Writers like you make the world go round ♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️♥️

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The Trio Masterlist

My Trio Series features appearances from Andy, Ari, and Curtis. Warning: these stories contain Daddy!Kink, spanking, cursing, punishments, OTT Alphaholes, feisty women, and more.  

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Meet Your Trio of Daddies **

Bunnies Behaving Badly: You and your girls attend a Halloween Party for charity and maybe forget to share a few important specifics with your men. **

The Camping Trip: The boys insist on taking you all for a camping trip. Something you and their girls despise. **

The Lake House: After the camping trip disaster, the boys decide to plan a couples getaway at Curtis’ family lake house where shenanigans ensue. **

Girl’s Night Toke-up: You and your girls decide to have a little too much fun on girl’s night. 

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Yes Mr. Barnes

pair: Bucky Barnes x reader 

word count: 881 

warnings: fingering (I clearly have a fingering kink), dirty talk, student teacher relationship but all parties are of age in my head reader is 24 and professor bucky is 45, its porn with a lil bit of plot but not really 

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“Oh my god.” Your whispered words are breathy. Your throat is scratchy as you try to keep up with the pleasure that’s over taking you. 

Your back is pressed firmly into the backrest of the couch while your feet dig deep into the cushions. Your knees are bent and your legs are spread open making your skirt bunch at your waist. Your bum is resting on the singular thigh of the man that is rubbing slow circles into your cunt. The man beneath you is skilled. He’s so good at making you forget. Forget that you are his student working for him or that he is your professor. He’s so good at bringing you pleasure that none of those minor details matter in this chase. The only thing that matters is you, and him, and how your bodies work together. 

“Fuck.” Another slurred mumble escapes you. His head is buried deep into your neck. He’s licking and kissing and biting, adding another layer of sensation all while his fingers pick up pace on their assignment. 

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