SUMMARY: the only thing worse than falling for your best friend's dad was realizing he might actually feel the same way
modern!BFF's dad!Baelor Targaryen x f!reader // modern!BFF's dad!Maekar Targaryen x f!reader
look at your dad (such a dork) ♥︎/♦︎
an almost date with dada? ♥︎/♦︎
best friend's dad syndrome ♦︎♦︎
would you hate me if i sexted your dad? ♦︎♦︎
front row for my BFF's dad (Maekar) ♦︎♦︎
↪︎general thoughts of the AU
money dynamic
the relationship through the years
getting pegged?
↪︎prompts from the grateful list
bathtub sex (Maekar) ♦︎♦︎
romantic evening (Baelor) ♥︎
spanking (Maekar) ♦︎♦︎
office sex (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
calming the other's anger with sex (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
calming the other's anger with sex (Maekar) ♦︎♦︎
webcam sex (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
flirting (Maekar) ♥︎
break up/make up sex (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
daddy kink (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
double penetration (Maekar) ♦︎♦︎
discovering boundaries/no foreplay (Maekar) ♥︎/♦︎♦︎
loud sex/getting caught (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
trying something new (object insertion) (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
comfort sex/discovering boundaries (Baelor) ♥︎ /♦︎♦︎
trying something new/anal sex (Baelor) ♦︎♦︎
♤summary: your husband, the king, and the oldest son has never known what it was like to take a break. Ever since he become hand of the old king, he's worked his ass off. But now you've taken it upon yourself to make him learn how to take a break, even if you have to fuck the stress out of him.
♤warnings: giving head, age gap. Reader is in 20s, Baelor in his 30s/40s. Bath sex, thigh riding, creampie. (I don't think condoms exist in GOT lol)
♤wc: 3.1k
author's note: In my mind Baelor is alive and fucking reader good everyday.
Being queen has many positive affects to one's royal life. Having servitude until you die, being pampered everyday by said servitude, and your adored husband doting on you everyday.
Baelor was one of the best kings that Westeros has seen since Aegon the conqueror. His knowledge on politics and relationship with lords had the kingdom in well spirits. The Summers were longer and the Winters were a mere whisper.
It has been this way for a year now, his coronation being a few days after your wedding. The people speak highly of their king, with the kingdom growing into a more joyous place. Many were happy, some more than others.
But you, you missed how things were at the beginning.
Dinners were now eaten alone, before he would grow mad if he didnt sit with you for a meal. He’d sometimes go on long journeys, to meet with various lords and wouldn’t return until days or sometimes months later. It was heartbreaking to say the least. Well, for you at least.
What more was a whisper was your sex life. Laying with the king as many times as you could count on one hand these last couple months. You understood at first, since he was serious about his role as king. But it became exhausting pleasuring yourself with your own hand, especially when you two loved each other so deeply.
Your marriage was a love match, growing entranced with each other since the first time you met. His knowledge and gentleness and your beauty with your flirtatious demeanor. Match made best by the seven gods.
You took it upon yourself to do something about it, knowing Baelor had his head too deep in his duties. You knew the only way to have him in your grasp was relaxation and bit of seduction.
You prepared everything that night. Candles with sweet scents that always calmed him down after a long day, a bath set with warm water in the middle of the room, and his pretty wife waiting for him with only a silk robe on.
Internally, you hoped he would come to bed on time this night. Sometimes his advisors needed him for longer or he'd be caught in conversation with the people of the kingdom for days on ends.
As your thoughts continued, you heard the opening of your bed chamber. You stood with a smile as your husband entered, eyes looking over the bathtub then at you. You made your way over, walking behind him as you tried to work your plan through.
"What's all this?" he asks, your gentle touching having his body relax in your grasp.
"Wanted to surprise you since you've been working so hard." you answer, a hint of nervousness in your voice.
You hand reached for his cloak, bringing it off as he chuckled while working on the rest of his clothes. Before you turned he reached for your face, bringing you close as he pressed a soft kiss on your lips.
Your smiled into the kiss, moving back as you place his jacket on the chair by the bath. You watched as he quickly discarded his clothes, small grunts as his was body craving the warmth of the tub.
exhaustion seeps over his face, evident from the many duties of a king. Eye bags the color of the night sky hang underneath his eyes. His face started to grow gaunt, either from lack of sleep or the stress catching up to him. But when he opened the door and was met with you, his eyes were as light as a million stars.
You felt almost guilty for growing aroused at the sight of his cock as he was fully undressed. Seeing his face and body grow more tired and all you wanted was to have him fuck you silly.
You cleared your throat, moving over to your bed as you watch him get into the bath. His soft groans were vibrant as he enjoyed the warm water, eyes lost on the sight of him that you hadn't realized he had been speaking to you.
"Mind showing me whats under that robe?" He points a finger to you, a small smirk on his lips as he leaned back against the bathtub.
"I think it would keep your mind off relaxing, my love." your hand reached to bring the cloth to the side, Baelor's eyes darkening at the sight of you breast.
You felt the cool air against the skin of your breast, flowing down to the center of your legs. Your legs started moving, your pussy taking your husband's attention.
"Take it off." Baelor's words were soft, though his eyes ravenous. He was patient at times, but right now his patience was wearing thin. "Now!"
Your hands reached for the silk of the robe, slowly taking it off your body as the coolness form the window had your body shivering. You mask it, bringing the robe to the bed as you stood bare in front of your husband.
You stared at him seductively, an evil gleam in your eyes with an innocent smile on your face. You could see him tense, his eyes meeting yours before he chuckles before telling you to come close.
You bring your figure towards the warm bath, watching your husband move his legs to give you some space. The smells rising from the waters were appetizing and the heat felt as if you’ve been dropped in front of the sun.
The best part, was feeling your husband’s skin press against yours, feeling closer to him than ever.
"Why do you tease me?" His voice was a mere whisper, thought it held so much power. He seemed weak, your teasing having you right where you wanted him.
Your shoulders rose, a slight shrug as you give him a small smile. He returned the smile, teeth as bright as snow as you both were beaming at each other.
"Just wanted to spent time with you." You responded moments later, a slight innocent pitch in your voice. He knew you were anything but innocent in this moment.
"We could take a walk in the gardens or played an old game. You did this to bed me."
"Is it working?" Your eyebrows rose, a humorous pitch in your voice as he chuckles at your words.
"Come here."
You bring yourself towards him, slow movements before your face was inches from his. He reaches a hand forward, cusping your face as he places a small kiss on your lips.
"Let me take care of my wife."
He reached for a cleaning rag, his other hand filled with a small sponge. You move back as you turn around, bringing your hair up as you felt his hand on your back.
His touch was delicate, the smells of the soap relaxing as the sounds of water splashing fill the room. Every once in a while, you'd feel Baelor's lips tease against your back, your shoulder, even shivering when he kisses your ears.
Eventually he had finished, and turned you over to clean the front of your body. His violet eyes gazed over your figure, hands marking your breasts to your hips.
You were drunk on it, everything had you so relaxed you might have fall asleep there. If it wasn't for your original plan to have him relaxed and fucked as well.
You took the soap from his hand and started working on his body. He watched as you cleaned every little spot, bringing the soap down his salt and pepper colored happy trail. Your eyes wet briefly as you scrubbed his legs, fingers close to his hardened cock.
It wasn't long before you both were cleaned, easing out the bathtub as you wrapped towels around each other. Baelor sat at the end of the bed, watching as you dried yourself.
"So, was this your plan? To bathe me?"
His hands reached for you, bringing your close as you lean against him. You smirk, a mischievous look on your face as your arms wrap around his neck.
"You work too hard as a king, might as well be fucked like one."
Your lips meet his in a slight peck, moving to his cheeks before moving down his body. Your lips continue down his sculpted chest, and feeling the lines of his abs. Your mouth was met by a salt and pepper happy trail again, licking against the hairs as you were finally met by cock. Your knees planted themselves on the marble ground as your hands reached for his cock.
Your hand wrapped around it perfectly, the other reaching for his sides. You moved your hand up and down against the skin, hearing him inhale at your movements.
You brought yourself closer, opening your mouth as you placed his tip on the edge of your tongue. Your eyes meet his, his violet eyes growing darker while a small snarl was painted on his lips.
Your eyes played innocent, but your movements were different. You continued licking against his tip, watching as his jaw tightened and his hand moved against your hair.
"Don't play games." he hisses, his grip tightening as you whimper out on his grasp. You've never seen him so rough before with you, but then again it could be because he hasn't felt your mouth around his cock in so long.
His cock moved into your mouth, your lips growing wide as his size filled you up. You could feel tears building around the corners of your eyes, his tip pressing against the entrance of your throat.
"Not so confident now."
Baelor chuckled down as you struggled against his length, taking a minute to breathe in through your nose. The tears were rampant, floods streaming down your face.
Small noises escaped your mouth, struggling with his size that took over your senses. Small specks of drool poored from the corner of your mouth, hands tightly holding onto his cock.
“Atta girl, this is what you wanted, right my love?”
You let out a small noise, trying to respond but it was no use. You continued bobbing against his length, hearing small groans escape his mouth.
The chamber was filled with his groans and your movement against his length. His hand reaches for the back of your neck, guiding you against his cock.
It was like this for several moments, slowly moving against his length. You knew it would take way more for him to cum, seeing as he was good at not letting go so easily.
You pulled back, gasping for air for how long you’ve been on him. You could see a winning smirk on your husband’s face, feeling competitive on taking back control.
Both your hands wrap around his cock, one by his tip and the other in the middle. You positioned yourself back in front of him, your lips wrapping around his tip.
Your tongue swirled around his sensitive skin, feeling his body shiver against him. At the same time, you move your hands up and down his cock, his moans growing louder at the sensation.
His grip on you grew harsh, large hands grasping your shoulders to keep him grounded. You tried to look up at him, basking in the view of his head thrown back.
You could feel his legs start to tremble beside you, his breathing growing harsh as if he couldn’t breathe. You moved deeper on his cock, your one hand moving to his thigh to keep him still.
It was no use, feeling the veins of his cock pulsate in your mouth. It was soon that he would cum, faster after your new techniques, and you were riveting at the thought of him cumming inside your mouth.
It only took a few more gasps, long moans filling your ears as he tenses. Load after load of cum filled your mouth, a bitter but also sweet taste taking over you.
You swiftly moved back again, lines of spit following your action as your spit and his cum was mixed on his cock. His face was creased, deep in ecstasy before he moves to look at you.
“Swallow it.” His hand cuffed your face, thumb presses against your mouth as his eyes and words were demanding.
The taste left your mouth and moved down your throat. You watched as small specs glide down your chin and down your lap. Your face was painted with tears and your mouth grew sore from his size.
"Look at you, you're a mess." Baelor exclaims, a bit of teasing in his tone as he stands.
He reaches down as his hands wrap around your figure. He picks you up and settles you back in the tub, which thankfully was still warm.
“Seems you need to be cleaned again.” He takes the rag and cleans your mouth, taking off any excess that was still on your chin.
You couldn’t help but feel your face grow mellow, the realization of what you’ve done hitting you. You two have bedded multiple times, but him cleaning you made it seem even more real.
"Let me ride you, please."
It came out more of a beg, the appetite of wanting him even more stronger. He chuckled as he brought the rag back onto the bath’s side table, bringing himself in the tub.
He places you on the skin of his thigh, a slight whimper escaping your lips as he knew thats not what you meant. But his lips reached wide as he smirked, hand gently grasping your face as he makes you look at him.
“Move, your king demands it.”
A shock rolls down your spine as his command, instantly moving your hips against his thigh. You could hear the splashes of water from your movements, small specs falling out of the tub.
Your hands reach for his arms for balance, the sight of his muscles making your hazy. You enjoyed staring at his figure, even in his old age he still was very well kept.
Strong muscles, wide chest, chiseled abs that glistened under the candle light. All those years fighting in the Blackfyre rebellion must had been a workout.
His eyes moved from your face to your breasts, watching as every movement had your tits bouncing up and down. His hand moved form your face to your left tit, perfectly shaped as he cuffs it in his hand.
He takes his thumb and messages your nipples, slight circles as you moan out. The feeling of your sensitive clit against the muscle of his thigh and his hands on your tit had you growing lewd.
You continued to hump against him, biting down on your lip to control the pleasure you were feeling. You’ve been horny ever since he entered this chamber, and now your high was arriving faster than imagined.
Your eyes crinkled shut, your grasp on him growing stronger as your clit continued to rub against him. Soft moans escaped your lips, feeling your breath halt in your throat.
You weren’t going to last, hotness clouding your body and mind as you moved faster. Tightness grew in your lower body, feeling electricity sizzle through your veins.
Baelor’s hand moved from your breast towards your hips, lifting you up again as he adjusts you. You whine out, feeling your high start to take over when you open your eyes to see him adjusting his cock at your entrance.
He brings you down on him, another harsh splash of water escaping the wooden bathtub. Your eyes shut close, a sharp gasp leaving your mouth as you hiss from his cock inside you.
You take a moment, adjusting yourself before he brings you up and slams into you again.
“You missed me?” His voice was teasing, basically feeling a smirk on his lips. You nod your head, whining our for him to keep going.
It’s been months since you last had sex, and after a few moments you felt the pain start to dwindle.
But his cock was massive, shockingly fitting inside your sweet cunt. He groaned out as your walls pulsated against him, taking a moment to relish in the feeling.
You opened your eyes as you met his, a small smile forming on your lips before you kiss him. He moaned against your lips, feeling small vibrations before he continued thrusting inside you.
The sounds of water escaping the tub were loud, followed with skin to skin. Your moans and Baelor's groans mixed into the noise, drowned out by the water moving around.
His cock was hitting against your sweet spot, feeling the rise of your pinnacle inside your body. It was euphoric, feeling his lips against yours and his cock pleasuring you in every way possible.
It blinded the small tickles you felt on your check from his salt and pepper beard, small giggles escaping your lips as his smile grew longer.
His hand sat perfectly on your back, rubbing small circles as he tries to relax you in his grip. He was perfect in every way, even inside you he moved perfectly.
Your vision grew white, feeling your eyes roll back. The ecstatic feeling had gotten to you, feeling the electricity swarm around you. The tightness grew undone, and you moved back as you let out a hearty moan.
It echoed out, Baelor's sweet affirmations to let go sounding like a mere whisper at the feeling of your high taking over. His hands wrapped around your face, his thumbs rubbing against your cheeks to hold you.
You could feel him still thrusting inside you, sloppy thrusts before he tenses, stopping as his head was thrown back against the tub. You felt warmness fill inside you again, gasping out at his large load.
It seemed endless, feeling the water and his cum leak slowly from your cunt. You were almost full of it, watching as he leaned back on the tub to relax himself when he finished.
It takes a few moments for the two of you to calm down, your highs rolling out in multiple waves. Your hips move against him, missing the feeling of his cock thrusting inside you.
"Never get tired of this." his voice bring you back to reality, sitting up as his eyes looked over your expression with concern.
Your lips etched into a grin, moving back against your side of the tub as you felt his cock exit you. Though you missed the feeling, you relaxed under the small bits of warmness of water left in the tub.
“Promise, you’ll come around more?” you request, eyes growing wide as you wait for his answer.
His hand reaches for your ankle, bringing it up from the water as he kisses the skin. You giggle, watching as he moved down your leg with kisses before pressing against your lips.
Summary: The moment Baelor sets his sight on you, he cannot look away.
Word Count: 7.5K
Warnings: SMUT, afab reader, age gap (reader around early 20s), baelor is down bad and he makes you his wife, this is kinda romancey before the filth, fingering, oral (f!receiving) he's a munch, piv, lil bit of manhandling, praise, breeding kink, creampie, swearing, pentames, marriage, not plot heavy, if I've missed anything lmk??
Author's Note: MINORS DNI!! hello besties, heheh I hope you enjoy! ugh I could watch him play with his rings all day. lmk what you think, any comments, reblogs and feedback are really appreciated - thank you <3
Hesitant in remarrying after his Wife’s passing, Baelor underestimated just how fast he would fall for you. Utterly and irrevocably.
The Heir to the Iron Throne was under a tremendous weight of pressure to marry again, weighing him down for many moons until he met you, a new lady at Court in King’s Landing.
At your young age, but years into blossoming womanhood, your parents had sent you to the Red Keep to find yourself a match and secure a noble alliance with a larger House. Your house was much smaller than the Lions, Stags, Wolves, Roses and so on.
They had expectations that perhaps an Arryn or Fossoway would suit you nicely, a benefitted match joining your smaller House with a greater noble House.
What they did not expect however, was to receive a raven delivered scroll from the Hand of the King just one moons turn after your departure stating that you were to now be a Princess of Westeros, future Queen and Wife to Baelor ‘Breakspear’ Targaryen himself.
Baelor was taken aback upon noticing your presence within the Keep for the very first time.
His daily duties had him stretched thin on top of the strain in which the Small Council befitted him. ‘An Heir and Spare’ they say. The Crown Prince already fathered two sons but he understood the importance of securing his line’s succession. The King was ill. Anything could befall his beloved sons at any moment, living in this world of violence, sickness and sorcery.
Fretting over decisions for the good of the realm and House Targaryen, he found himself seeking respite within the gardens of the Red Keep. Leaves rustled against the cooling breeze on this hot day. Birds were chirping soundly and the florals flourished after drinking in the sunlight.
Exhaling slowly, Baelor felt relief within his solitude as he strode through the gardens until he reached the Godswood. It was quiet. Nobody else in sight.
And then he spotted you.
Back against the hard bark of the Heart Tree, your focus was etched into the words of the small, leather-binded book between your smooth hands. Your skirts fanned around you and your skin glistened with a sheen of sweat from the heat.
Baelor’s steps fell short, eyeing you. He did not recognise you.
Lost in a daze of the story before you, your features contorted endearingly at whatever was progressing within the pages. Humming in seeming frustration you snapped the book shut, mumbling to yourself, “Why ought he do so? What a cumberworld!”
Finding the corners of his mouth twitch up, Baelor realised he had been staring for more than a moment necessary. Walking closer, your head lifted to his direction, catching his movement.
Embarrassment rushed through your veins as you scrambled to stand, book still in one hand and fluffing your skirts out with the other, upon noticing the zinc alloy Hand Of The King Pin secured onto the man before you. The pin twisted up in scaly plates which the sun reflected off.
Curtseying before him, he noticed the way your plump lips quivered as you spoke.
“Your Grace.”
Soft and subdued, your voice was calming in his ears. He hadn’t stopped smiling, he realised. The closer you drew, the closer he could see every feature of your face. Young, seemingly Valarr’s age and filled with unyielding beauty.
Whichever Lord in the Red Keep had claimed you for his Wife was very lucky indeed, he thought.
“My Lady,” Baelor returned, nodding his head in greeting. “I did not mean to disturb your reading.”
“Not at all, Your Grace,” you rushed out, worried. “I apologise if I have halted your intentions here.”
Baelor could not help but let his mixed gaze linger on you. His eyes were shining against the sunlight as he took you in. One iris so bright blue it reminded you of the Sapphire Isle waters and the other iris so darkly brown that you felt yourself becoming lost in it. The hairs on the back of your neck raised under his watch.
“I came to seek some respite, it has been a busy day.”
You noticed the way his brows pinched together slightly, recalling his troubles. “I will take my leave and let you seek what you need then, Your Grace.”
He wished that you had stayed, a fresh breath amongst his chaotic air.
The second time that the Crown Prince saw you was at a feast hosted in the throne room of the Red Keep. He watched you with intrigue, a young lady trying to navigate her way around the nobles with a visible nervousness through your soft smile as you gently conversed amongst the Lords and Ladies. He thought he had never seen anybody so gorgeous and radiant before. Your features struck him to the core and he could not deny the pull towards you.
Baelor leaned further into his seat comfortably, turning slightly to reach his youngest brother’s ear. “Who is she?” He nodded towards your direction and you instantly stood out in your light pastel coloured gown amongst the dark fabrics of those surrounding.
Maekar’s eyes drifted to where Baelor motioned and he hummed shortly.
“How the fuck would I know? There are always new, young ladies in Court ready to pass their maidenhood to whichever lord gives them attention first. You should know,” Maekar smirked slightly, a knowing glint in his eye.
Baelor only chuckled lightly before stating, “you know none of those ladies have captured my attention, Brother.”
He mulled over whether you were already wed.
Many noble ladies had practically been throwing themselves at Baelor these past few moons, since it became aware amongst the people of Court that he was being made to seek a new wife. Whether it was simply because they thought him handsome, thought him strong and brave or were after the titles that came with being his wife, he did not entertain any of it.
Always presenting themselves to him in tight, uncomfortably high pitched voices, decked out in the most outrageous jewels originating from Qarth and Myrish fabrics draped into gowns, their busts forcefully pushed too far up to reach their collarbones and waterfall of bootlicking compliments flowing towards him.
It had been years since his Wife’s passing and yet, he had not felt a single fraction of attraction or connection with anyone else since.
He settled back into his meal, eyes wandering over to your direction at any opportunity presented, watching you like a Dragon observing a lone sheep before making haste and devouring.
After dinner was had, the tables and seating arrangements were pushed aside by the Red Keep’s staff to make way for social enjoyment and dancing. The Prince of the Realm did not hesitate to approach you with long strides in his poised steps, eager to greet you again.
The group of nobles you were conversing with quickly came to a silence, much to your confusion. You followed their stares which were lingering behind you and slowly tilted your head around to see what had made your peers' words stop.
The Heir to the Iron Throne stood before you, posture straight, yet relaxed. His look was transfixing.
“Y-Your Grace.” Head bowing and body leaning to curtsey, your pulse began to thump through your figure as you lifted your gaze back up to meet him.
“May I have this next dance with you, my lady?” His vocals were deep, articulate and husk. He extended a hand, gracefully awaiting your response.
The group behind you broke out into small gasps. The Heir to the Iron Throne was not known to dabble in such activities since his late wife, no matter how many ladies attempted to be in this very position, which you were blissfully unaware of - being new to Court.
“Of course, Your Grace.” You were in no position to deny the Crown Prince. Your small, smooth hand lifted to meet his extended one with a flush of heat rising to your cheeks. You had certainly not expected this.
He smiled slightly at your bashfulness, large hand taking in the warmth of your smaller one as his thumb moved over your knuckles whilst escorting you in small steps towards the centre of the throne room.
All eyes were burning into you both and you couldn’t help but shake at the unexpected attention. You were far from used to many a people watching your every move.
Baelor felt the tremble of your hand in his and quietly rubbed his thumb gently across your knuckles in an attempt to soothe your uneasiness. Your heart felt like it was going to leap out of your chest.
“No need to fret, my lady.” He began lightly, “I simply wished for an opportunity to speak with you upon seeing your beautiful self.”
His kind words had triggered fluttering within your belly. “T-thank you, Your Grace. How kind of you to say.”
“May I?” He requested permission, motioning with his spare hand, to take hold of your waist. Ever the gentleman.
You nodded lightly, shivering as his arm slithered around your middle, effectively pulling you towards him whilst he raised your already connected hands into the air. His brawny body loomed over you and your chest was near bouncing against him due to your rapid heartbeat. It took all his strength and honour not to look down.
“Do tell me your name, my lady.” He spoke with a smooth, low voice, calming against the hustle of the throne room and others dancing around you to the flow of the music.
Your smooth, youthful skin glowed against the candlelight and his blue and brown crinkled eyes locked with yours deeply as he began to sway with you to the instrumentals reverberating through the Crown Hall.
Your name and House rolled off your tongue as you waited for the visible disappointment to reach his handsome, bearded face. But it never came. And you were surprised.
His heterochromic eyes only twinkled in the flames of the candles situated above on the chandeliers whilst he gazed at you through his dark lashes and you thought him to be strikingly alluring.
Many noble lords attempt to court you until they came to realise the lower level which your House remained at. Men were greedy, power hungry and title seeking. Pretty enough or not, if you were a lady of noble birth who sat lower than the great house of Westeros, many higher Lords would brush you off as if being a common whore.
But Baelor only smiled at you as if your lower status was of unimportance to him.
He recalls the exchange of scrolls with your father, the request to send you here in order to secure a match in marriage. After many moons of pressure from the small council, it seems like The Seven had sent you straight to him.
“Why?” You suddenly asked him with your tender lips pursing plumply and he so wondered what it would be like to lay his own on yours.
Baelor’s mouth moved into a questioning line, a little perplexed. “Regarding?”
“You have many higher noble women to choose from and share a dance with, Your Grace. Many ladies who would be suited better for you.” The hesitancy in your vocals only made Baelor pull you closer and speed up his pace with the increased beat of the music.
“My sweet lady,” he began with a light laugh. You flushed further at his words, becoming breathless amongst the ascending dance movements. “I am the Blood Of The Dragon, Hand of the King and Heir to my Father’s Throne. I have already provided future succession and hold the realm together through many allegiances. Nothing is of consequence to me at this point in my years of living. I have freedom to dance with who I please. And I wish to dance with you.”
Baelor sought you out every day within the Red Keep after that night. Your pretty face, soft voice and gentleness consumed him. He was wrapped up in your kindness, consideration, knowledge and the fanciful interests which you endeavored in.
When he was with you, the responsibilities, pressure and stress of ruling the realm in his Father’s stead seemed to all dissolve and disappear. When he was with you, he did not feel like a Crown Prince of the realm, but simply a man. A man adoring and growing to love a woman as sweet and precious as you were. A man who felt comfort with your presence, gentle and reassuring but inquisitive words.
He knew you were far younger and much more lacking in experience than him but that only spurred on his courting you. He liked being the first man to show and teach you new things that nobody else had before. He liked expanding your perspective on Westeros. And he liked watching you lose composure every time he caressed a part of your body with tender, considerate hands.
Being around you, he felt like a young man again. Excitement running through his veins, shared stolen touches and an unyielding yearning to have you in his arms and never let go.
Passion had sparked between you both and you couldn’t help but nervously reciprocate the Heir’s advances towards you.
Nobody had ever cherished and nurtured you so dearly and genuinely before. When you spoke of any concerns, something you held close to your heart or even just the events of your day, he did not just hear you. He listened to you. Acknowledging every syllable and thought to leave your pretty mouth.
He had begun to seek you out everywhere (much to the Council’s disarray who found their Hand gradually passing more of his duties onto them). From interrupting your daily tasks, library and embroidery lessons to interrupting late noon tea with the other court ladies to sweep you off to the Red Keep gardens for a walk with him. The ladies incessantly held their giggles and gossiping back until the Crown Prince whisked you away out of ear-shot.
Then came the gifts. Treasured jewellery from Essos. Silk gowns from Lys. Ancient books from his personal library within the Keep. And a new bouquet of flowers by the bedside in your chambers every single day when you returned to meet slumber.
After weeks of stolen touches, laughter, deep discussions, sly flirtations and a shared fondness for each other… Today, Baelor had something a little different planned for you both.
Large hand resting on the small of your back, he guided you towards the courtyard of the Red Keep. However, the usually bustly area was completely void of anybody. No members of the Royal Court. No goldcloaks, no Kingsguard following Baelor, and no serving staff were to be seen.
Walking through the halls, you drew closer and suspicion began to fill your senses. Not the bad type of suspicion but the type which had an excited knot forming in the pit of your stomach and made your heart flutter in anticipation.
“What have you arranged this evenfall, My Prince?” You couldn’t help but ask with a growing grin.
Seven Hells, how he loved it when you called him that. Yours. He wanted to be and terribly so.
“Something special for us, my sweet lady.” There was a certain lilt in his voice which indicated something important forthcoming and it made the knot in your stomach tighten.
Gods, how you loved it when he called you that. His sweet lady. It affected you just the same as the very first time he uttered those words to you.
Further down the halls you noticed soft flickering lights, shadows dancing across the stone walls and pillars.
A small gasp escaped your throat as you walked between the stone pillars of the courtyard.
Your right hand lifted to your heaving chest as emotion overwhelmed you from the sight before your eyes. Baelor quickly swerved to your left side, delicately swiping your left hand up into his right one. Your fingers intertwined and you squeezed around his large, rough palm. He squeezed back slightly harder, callouses catching on your smooth palm. A sign of nerves finally overcoming his typically well-composed self.
“This is ever so beautiful, truly.” You gaped at the sight before you and your heart was aflame. He had organised this, for you.
Flamed torches hung against the shaped pillars with candles littering around the floor besides a vast amount of bright, sweetly scented, blooming floral arrangements which created a pathway into the centre of the courtyard where a small table with two cushioned chairs remained.
A crystal flagon of wine sat atop the table next to two golden chalices, flower petals and a silver candle holder organised beside it with small plates of fruits, nuts, crackers and cheeses.
The tiny flames flickered around the flowers on the tiled, flower covered floor, mimicking the shining stars above.
“I know.” Baelor’s affectionate gaze did not leave you as you gushed over and complimented the scene. He smiled and gestured towards the centre, “please sit, my dearest.”
His dearest. Your mind was starting to whirl. You obeyed his instruction, hand never leaving his and pulling him along to follow.
Baelor had the Kingsguard positioned further down each of the halls, under strict instruction to block entry way to the courtyard with no exceptions. He did not want any disturbances.
After three cups of Arbour Gold, nibbling from the placed plates, various topics of conversation, flirtatious remarks and laughs, your head felt tipsy and your heart was thrumming ecstatically.
Comfortably perched on the cushioned seat, your gaze drifted towards the dark night sky, floating across the beam of the moon and the twinkle of the stars.
“I have never felt so at ease and appreciated with you.” You admitted through hazy eyes, still admiring the night above.
“And I, you.” He returned with a small smile, mouth opening to speak further but his words became caught in his throat.
Hearing the hesitation, your gaze drifted back down to meet his and you smiled softly. “What else, My Prince?”
Pausing for a moment, Baelor contemplated his next words. He had spent many late nights in his chambers, preparing for this moment and all of those practiced speeches and words relented as soon as he saw the way you peered at him. So lovingly. So wholly. Like you didn’t see him for all his titles but just him, Baelor, alone.
“I never thought…” he drifted off in thought before straightening his posture to gaze into your orbs. “I never thought that I would be able to find affection with another, after Jena. But you, My sweet Lady, have brought life back into my withered heart. Since I laid my eyes on you for the very first time, I knew that I had to know you. And knowing you now, my heart has never felt so full.”
“Baelor,” his name was whispered breathlessly on your lips and it clung to him, seeping into his bloodstream. You had never used his first name before. He took it as a good sign. Titles and societal boundaries diminished in seconds.
“My dearest, I fear that I can no longer live as I do without you by my side. Without you as my future Queen. The realm is in need of your gentleness and empathetic views. And I am in need of your love. I am pining for you and you alone. There is no one else that I wish to spend the remainder of my life with.” He confessed, bearing his heart on his sleeve. His mix coloured eyes were glistening, tears on the edge of his lash line whilst your own tears already spilled.
Hot on your cheeks and head dizzy from the golden wine, you carefully lifted your fingers to wipe away the wet saltiness.
Before you could respond, the Crown Prince had maneuvered to the floor on his knees and reached to envelop your hands in his. As he rested on his knees before you, tenderly gripping your hands, you smiled through your overwhelming tears of love and devotion.
Bringing your hands to meet his mouth, his smooth, warm lips pressed against each of your palms in a kiss. “Be mine,” he pleaded, looking into your crying eyes. “Be my Wife.”
“Yes.” You laughed lightly, gripping his hands tightly, “and be my Husband.”
The realm was full of delight and celebration.
At first, upon your betrothal announcement to the Heir to the Iron Throne, there had been some uncertainty from the Small Council.
“She is not from a well-known noble House, Your Grace.”
“The Smallfolk here do not know of her, Your Grace.”
“She is not of a strong bloodline, Your Grace.”
“Her dowry is little, Your Grace.”
Baelor did not care. “I have sacrificed much for this realm. There is little consequence in whom I marry now. I have already provided two healthy heirs and there will be more now, as you all requested. Speak ill of my betrothed and you will find your tongues missing the next morn.”
After that, the Small Council became ever gracious towards you. As did the Court, upon hearing that the Crown Prince would cut out the tongues of any bad word against you - not that there was many from your noble peers.
You were kind, playful and clever. The Court had taken a liking to you upon your arrival.
And soon, the wedding ceremony followed. It was a lavish celebration. Baelor never left your side despite the hounds of nobles trying to converse with him, to which he politely dismissed them wanting all of his focus on you. His bride.
There were performances, celebratory activities, dancing and a great feast following your martial vows in The Sept. Lords and Ladies alike travelled from all across the realm to attend the Crown Prince’s second wedding, and to see if his youthful bride was truly as beautiful and kind as claimed.
“Time for the bedding!” A drunken, foolish lord from the Iron Islands shouted out late into the night, amongst the celebrations. The crowds roared with enthusiasm, eager to see the Crown Prince bed his new, young and beautiful Wife. The realm’s new Princess.
Your happy expression fell as the words reached your ears. Lips turning downward into a worried pout as you looked up at your new Husband.
This was something you had not considered with much thought. Being from a small House, the bedding ceremony’s importance was not that of the greater noble Houses. And with Baelor already having been married perviously, the thought of a public bedding ceremony was resting at the very back of your mind. You suppose that was very silly of yourself now.
“Husband, I-I-” you were at a loss for words.
Shaking his head, you had never seen such a fury rise within Baelor. “I will not let any man lay their eyes upon you in such a manner,” he reassured you, taking your hand tightly in his. The cool metal of his rings provides a grounding sensation amongst the chaos and his words calmed your rapid heartbeat.
The Grand Maester approached you both, slyly leaning over to His Grace’s ear. “Shall we prepare your chambers, Your Grace?”
“No,” Baelor gritted out in frustration. “We shall not.”
“But I do think it wise-”
“Rest assured, Grand Maester,” Baelor cut him off, “there will be proof of consummation in nine moons time.”
Swallowing at your beloved’s words, a foreign heat rushed to your core as you clutched Baelor’s strong hand.
And so, your new Husband whisked you away between the crowds of royals and nobles after ordering the Kingsguard to prevent any persons from following you both to your newly shared marital chambers.
Being the epitome of chivalry and justice, Baelor had never once pressed his lips to yours during his time courting you. He knew that your young maidenhood was untouched, no man ever claiming you in such a way before. He hadn’t even attempted to steal a kiss from you no matter how dearly he wished to, especially when he confessed his feelings and asked for your hand. He hadn’t even enlightened you when you leaned into him like you desperately wanted it too.
The door to Baelor’s chambers slammed shut and suddenly you were pushed against it. The hard wood met your back, a harsh gasp left your throat in surprise and all honour left your husband. Baelor was a starved man, itching to feel every inch of you.
His large hand gripped the side of your face, resting on your jaw, fingers peaking between your styled hair at the back of your neck. The contact was so sudden, all air left your lungs as his other hand grasped at your waist, kneading through the fabric as he held you in place.
“My Prince,” you blurted in shock, gazing at his lustful expression. His scent filled your senses, fresh mint, burnt wood and something sweeter surrounded you.
The hair of his beard tickled your face as he drew closer and finally, after weeks of wondering what it would be like, he pressed his mouth to yours.
It was tender, delicate and warm. Your arms snaked up to reach his covered shoulders, pulling him closer whilst you were melting into him.
His tongue dipped out slowly, wet and spongy against your untainted lips, begging for an entrance. Parting your lips under his ask, you began to move yours against his, following your natural instinct as he started to explore your mouth and move with you.
You couldn't help the gentle moan which vibrated onto him. The Dragon had set you alight with his flame and you wanted more.
“Seven Hells,” he grunted against your lips as he reluctantly departed, catching his breath. “The Gods have known how long I have waited to do this.”
“You’re not the only one.” With fluttering eyelashes, you slowly pushed him back further into the room and his grasp on you loosened, allowing you to move him in the direction of the giant four-postered bed.
His lips curled up at your movements and implication. Tonight you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
“Lay down, Husband.”
Baelor felt like combusting at your command. Blood rushing to his cock, his breeches tightened whilst he sat on the edge of the plush bed to lay back.
You approached him with a sultry look which he hadn’t seen on you before and you shifted your heavy skirts up, knees finding the padded mattress as you moved to straddle him.
“Fuck.” The word left his mouth as he took in the sight of you climbing over him until your pelvis met his. He groaned at the weight of you pressed against his hardening length.
You rested both hands beside his head whilst his large hands dipped under your skirts to caress your smooth, soft thighs. Whimpering slightly at the new feeling of his touch, you leaned down to meet his mouth with yours again.
You may have been a maiden but some of the Ladies you spent time with at Court were not shy about discussing their marital beds. And you listened, learning things which you did not think possible, with Baelor in mind. You expected that a man of his age had expectations and you wanted to impress him. To show him how much you wanted it too.
But you knew him. He was your Baelor. And you knew that he would not fret over the skills and movements you had yet to learn to please him.
His lips were hot against yours, mouth moving hungrily and eagerly tasting you. His hands slowly reaching over the warmth of your thighs to grip your hips tightly and push you onto him.
Moaning at the hardness and sudden friction, your hips jolted at the contact, causing Baelor to grunt. He was painfully hard now, a wetness seeping into his breeches from his leaking tip. It feels like he has waited his whole life to see you like this.
“Grind your hips onto me,” Baelor directed between kisses and you obeyed, small whines escaping you whilst you moved your clothed heat over his hardness.
Calloused hands moving round to cup your arse, he kneaded the flesh, enticing a breathy moan from you. His touch felt passionate and needy and you wanted more, an ache growing deep within your core.
“Just like that, My sweet Lady. My sweet Wife.”
“I-I want more,” you pleaded as he grabbed your cheeks harder, a soft smack making you gasp at the slight sting it left behind.
Before you could process anything else from being too wrapped up in these new heightened feelings, his arms left your skirts, quickly grabbing your torso and flipping you around.
You hit the bed with a quiet bounce, panting as you watched the Crown Prince top you before sinking lower and leaning off the edge of the bed. Your brows furrowed in confusion as he was on the floor leaning on his knees but his strong hands quickly distracted you, wrapping around your ankles, pulling you to the edge - you let out a small squeak in surprise.
“Lift your hips for me,” he ordered, reaching for the thin fabric of your smallclothes and swiftly pulling them down your legs as you complied.
“Oh,” he muttered airless, taking in the sight of you. Heat rose to your cheeks and you bashfully tried to snap your legs shut, never having anybody see you like this before. He only gripped your thighs tightly, pulling you open again to offer your hot, weeping, slick cunt before him. “Gods be good.”
Heat rushed through your body as Baelor took in the sight of your spread legs, tongue darting out of his mouth to lick his lips.
“Do you trust me?” He asked, gazing at you with passion and need burning in his blue and brown eyes.
“Of course,” you spoke earnestly, awaiting his next move.
Lifting his arm, his long, strong fingers moved towards your sopping heat. Slowly, he dragged his index from your wet hole up to your bundle of nerves and you shuddered pleasantly.
“I have barely touched you and you’re already dripping for me, sweet girl.” The low, measured tone of his vocals nearly made you squirm in embarrassment. Was that not normal?
“I-I’m sorry, Y-your Grace.” You fumbled to apologise, not knowing any different, having not laid with a man before.
“No, no, My Wife. And no more royal formalities. You are perfect,” he hummed, rubbing soothing circles on your inner thigh which made you keen. “Let me show you how perfect.”
Baelor had dreamt of this moment, eager to please and devour you, and he shifted your legs so that they rested over his shoulders. His breath was hot on your inner thighs whilst his wet tongue stuck out to drag along your skin, his beard scratchy, making you tingle at the contrast.
A soft whine escaped you, not that you were complaining but you couldn’t help the curiosity that was consuming you. You instantly felt nerves rise within, he knew exactly what he was doing… and you did not. He had done this before and you were lacking.
The ladies at Court had never mentioned their Husband’s head between their thighs.
“What are you doing, Husband?”
A smirk filled his features as his tongue licked up your thigh, leaving a wet trail before responding, “showing you how much I have desired to have you like this.”
As soon as those words left his mouth, his head was swiftly buried in your heat, hot tongue licking up your slit as he groaned, effectively tasting your juices. You expelled a guttural moan, back arching and hands finding their way to grip his short, soft hair. The heat of his tongue licking up your sweet, dripping folds was sensational.
Baelor was aching hard whilst his mouth worked on your soaked cunt, dipping his tongue into your entrance, he had you chanting his name like a sorcerer casting spells.
“Baelor, oh Gods! Mhmmm! B-Baelor, please!” The soft scratching of his beard made his tongue feel all the more euphoric and you never thought it was possible to feel such a way. You clung to his head harder.
He lathered your sweet pussy with his spit, having drunk every drip of you and quickly pulled away, much to your dismay. After a beat, his fingers were back at your heat again and you mewled when his middle finger slowly slipped into you.
“That’s it sweet girl,” he panted, drawling, beginning to work his finger in and out of your wet, velvety walls, “you’ll take what I give you. I need to make sure you’re able to take my cock.”
His words hit your core and you clenched around him, gasping for air. The feeling of his finger curling inside you was doubled as he added another digit and your moans filtered through the air with the squelch of your wet folds as you adjusted to the intrusion.
Baelor continued to pleasure you with his fingers, mouth eventually coming back down to meet your mound with his tongue latching onto that sensitive bud of yours. His fingers curled up, hitting a specific spot within and you threw your head back, relishing in his touch and tongue flicking your bundle of nerves. Your eyes flutter shut, hands finding their way back to his dark, greying hair, pulling him closer to your core, wanting more.
“I never want to taste anything else again,” he mumbled against you, lavishing in your wetness.
Baelor let out breathy groans as you clung to him harder, the vibrations shooting straight against your throbbing heat. Ever so tenderly, he began to spread his fingers inside of you, scissoring you open. Your moans halted slightly as you tried to accommodate the foreign feeling of being stretched open.
His eyes drifted up to you in concern whilst his fingers continued to open your tightness. His length was throbbing in his breeches, begging to be buried deep within your pure pussy, but your discomfort made him pause.
His mouth retracted from your core, gaze drifting over your breathless form. You peered down at the lack of movement, catching your breath. His mouth was covered in your slick, coating his beard and it stirred something within you.
“Please do not stop,” you begged through heavy lids, lashes fluttering against your hot cheeks. “I need you desperately Baelor, I need you deep inside me,” you confessed, giving way to your carnal desires.
And that was all he needed to continue his actions, pumping in and out of you slowly, spreading his fingers within your wet walls as his lips connected with your clit again, sucking your bud until you saw stars. A pleasurable tightness in your lower region, building up so intensely that you thought you might faint.
Your breathy cries of pleasure filled his ears whilst he increased the pace of his fingers, feeling you clench around him.
“Husband,” your voice croaked through moans as you arched your back and pushed your hips up to meet his face. “I-I’m feeling so-”
And then Baelor went harder, sucking your bud whilst flicking it with his tongue, his strong fingers curling up in you so deliciously and repeatedly that you suddenly screamed out, reaching a heightened peak of consuming pleasure.
Waves of pleasure washed over you and tingles spread throughout your body, your soaked cunt throbbing as you leaked all over the Crown Prince’s face and he groaned against you in appreciation, drinking you up and slowing his movements as you came down from your high.
“What the fuck was that?” You murmured, chest heaving in blind euphoria.
Baelor chuckled, slightly shocked at the bad word rolling off your pretty lips, raising his arm to wipe the remnants of you from his mouth and glistening, thick beard.
“That, was the first of many, My sweet Wife.”
He began unbuttoning his doublet as you lay there breathless, stripping the top layers of the expensive materials cut to fit him seamlessly. Despite his older age, Baelor was extremely muscular and his skin was taught around his arms and abdomen until the slight pudge of his lower belly poked out. And it aroused you. Muscular with a soft stomach. He looked like he had been carefully curated by The Seven, themselves.
“Can you manage to stand, My Love? I wish to see all of the beauty that you bare.”
Shifting onto your elbows you pushed yourself up gradually, body still reeling over the new sensations that you just experienced. Baelor’s hands went out to guide and support you. Your legs were shaking as you stood before him and he pressed his lips against yours hungrily.
You could taste yourself on him and you whined when his tongue mixed with yours. His arms wrapped around you, fingers untying the laces at the back of your dress which held it together. Soon after undoing the lacing, he parted, hastily pulled your dress down, lifting you out of it to leave you in one last layer. A thin cotton underdress.
The torch flames within Baelor’s chambers illuminated your every curve through the fabric and he groaned deeply, “I need you, sweet girl.”
Before you knew it, you were stark naked, sprawled out onto the bed with your head beneath the plush pillows as his mouth worked on your breasts, sucking gently and kissing your hardened nipples. Massaging you with his hands, he was drunk on your satisfied moans and tender hands gripping his sturdy shoulders.
Baelor’s hot skin was pressed flush against yours and it felt incredible.
“You were sent to me from the Gods, I have no doubt,” he confessed, worshipping your body. “The most beautiful woman to grace this Realm.”
“I love you,” the words tumbled from your lips and he abandoned your breasts to kiss you feverishly, uttering the same words back to you between kisses.
“I want your cock to fill me up, dear Husband.”
Baelor’s self restraint exited his body at your crass words, his leaking tip aching and wishing nothing more than to dive into your soaked, warm depths.
Immediately, he was rid of his breeches, letting his long, girthy cock spring free to hit his belly before he was back on you, hot mouth attached to your neck, sucking on the sweetest spot which made you mewl.
“I-is it supposed to be that big?” You asked nervously, through your pleasured moans.
“Not usually for other men.” He couldn’t help but grin into your neck. His sweet maiden. His sweet Wife.
Trailing his fingertips down the valley of your breasts, across your stomach and onto your mound, you trembled. The pad of his thumb found your sensitive bud and began drawing slow circles against you. You whined at the sensation, bucking your hips back into him as he laid between your legs.
“Please let me feel you already!” You were desperate to feel his body connect with yours.
“So needy,” he began, leaning back to take his length into his spare hand whilst his other continued to focus on your clit. “You’re going to take me so well.”
Spreading your legs wider to accommodate him with more room, your fingers fiddled with the silken bedsheets, watching his hand move along his cock before shifting closer to tap his swollen mushroom-shaped tip at your still soaking entrance.
“It may hurt at first,” his concerned, mix-coloured gaze never leaving yours as he continued, “do tell me to stop if it becomes too much.”
Heart swelling, you nodded gratefully.
He resumed his movements with his thumb on your bud as his cock head dragged between your folds, picking up your slick. The sensation caused a needy whine to escape your throat.
Baelor pressed forwards, his tip slipping into you and you hissed slightly at the sharp intrusion.
Slowly, he pulled back before sliding into you a bit further and you gasped, clutching the sheets tighter. He persisted slowly, rolling his hips back and forth, inch by inch, as you adjusted to his thick girth.
The circular motion of his thumb rubbing your nub provided the perfect relief of the tight stretch around his length.
You exhaled blissfully, and Baelor could not get enough of the sight before him. Your hair was sprawled out amongst the pillows, eyelashes fluttering, breasts bouncing slightly with each slow thrust he made whilst his cock was slowly delving further into your depths.
“Seven Hells,” he grunted at your tight, sopping maidenhood, “I am the luckiest man in Westeros.”
A smile reached your lips at his words until he was fully sheathed inside of you, the air leaving your lungs as you struggled to catch your breath at how deeply you felt him inside of you.
“S-So deep,” you babbled amongst moans as he began to roll his hips whilst setting and increasing his pace.
“You’re taking me so well,” he let out a guttural groan between thrusts whilst you creamed around his long, thick cock, “you were made for me, sweet girl.”
Soon enough, his cock was repeatedly bruising your womb, thrusting into you at an animalistic pace whilst your knees were hooked over his strong shoulders and your hands tightly gripped his muscular biceps at either side of you - nails digging into his flesh.
“Fuck,” Baelor grunted, thrusting into you deeper, harder, “I want to fill you with my seed.”
You cried out into moans as he hit a particularly deep, spongy spot inside. All you could do was lay helpless as he pleasured and fucked into your throbbing, drenched core.
Your pussy clenched tightly around him after his words and he noticed, a small smile appearing on his face as beads of sweat dripped from his forehead.
“Oh,” he chuckled lowly, voice rasping, “you like that? You want to be stuffed full with my dragon seed.”
“Y-yes!” Your mewls only increased with his pace and cock slamming into your womb. “Let me give you more heirs, My Prince.”
Baelor’s balls tightened as they slapped against your arse, his hips stuttering and he quickly disregarded one of your legs on his shoulder to strum the pad of his thumb against your clit again.
His groans of pleasure mixed with your moans and the wet slapping sounds of where you both connected filled the air shamelessly. The Court could not see your marital consummation but they would definitely hear it.
The same pleasurable tightness from earlier was returning, building up from deep within your core and your whines became louder.
“B-Baelor,” you gasped out, feeling him so deeply, as if his cock was in your throat. “I’m g-getting that feeling again.”
“Good,” he breathed heavily, “that means my seed will take and you will be swollen with my little dragon in time.”
Breasts bouncing rapidly from his unrelenting thrusts, the tip of his cock kissed the deepest spot within you and with the speed of his thumb on your sensitive nub - your body convulsed underneath him, shaking euphorically and tingling with utter bliss.
“That’s it, sweet girl.” He coaxed you through it. “My beautiful Wife. You’ve been so good for me.”
Screaming out his name as you reached that heightened sensation for the second time, you shook along with the waves that crashed over you whilst he continued to fuck you through it.
You moaned lightly, coming down from your heightened senses as you gazed at his agape face through heavy lashes. “Fill my cunt with your seed. Let me give you another dragon.”
Baelor’s pace quickened at your words, hips slamming into you whilst his cock pulsed inside your soft, clenching walls. Groaning deeply, his cock was nestled at your deepest point, spurts of hot white seed shot into your womb, rope after rope whilst his hips stuttered.
The thick wetness shot into you caused you to whine softly as he slowed, filling you with his dragon seed. He dripped out of your hole as he rolled his hips to a halt, still buried within you and head tilted back back in pleasure.
After a moment, he came to his own senses, warm hands carefully lifting your leg back down. Slowly, his thick length pulled away from your seed-filled cunt and you let out a whine at the loss, now feeling empty.
Baelor was breathless as he collapsed beside you, hand reaching for your own as he pressed a kiss to your damp shoulder.
“Are you well, dear Wife?” His voice emphasised concern for you after the abuse he thoroughly conducted to your maidenhood.
“Unbelievebly so,” you uttered, laughing lightly, despite the soreness around your core, chest still heaving. Your body was reeling over the pleasure you had just experienced.
Flipping onto his side, he now faced your naked form with a smile, lifting your connected hands to tenderly press a kiss to your knuckles.
“Maybe a daughter this time,” he suddenly spoke, fondness shining through his orbs. “There are too many sons in this family. She would be a fiery version of you with the Blood of the Dragon.”
You couldn’t help but giggle into the hot air, “hopefully not too fiery.”
Pulling your Husband back closer to crash on top of you, you locked your lips with his in a heated kiss.
Summary: You're the scary mobster's sweet, pretty prize.
Warnings: Mob AU. Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Dark!Curtis. Reference to violence and death but nothing is shown. Non con. Unprotected sex. Allusions to kidnapping and captivity. Angst. 18+ 🥵😈
Status: In progress
🥵 Indicates explicit sexual content.
😈 Indicates dark content.
“Come on, it’ll only be for a few hours. I can get you back before you dad even knows that you left,” his lips peppering her neck, making her head roll back and moan. “Please baby, I just want a few hours with you,” she scrunches her face up and she sighs at his pleas.
“I wish I could, you know I do. But you know what he is like.” Adeline Dutton loved her father, she really did; but if he were to find out that she was dating one of the ranch hands, he would lose his shit. Being the youngest had its perk, she always got what she wanted, always had her dad full attention, which was more than what she could say for her 4 other siblings. But as she got older, she wanted to do what every other teenager and young adult was doing, partying, drinking, sleeping around, dating; the attention she once ate up as a child was now a pain in her ass.
“Would it be the worst thing in the world if he found out,” his eyes now met her and her heart broke a little bit. Growing up, Adeline only really had one rule, do not ever be anything more than professional with the ranch hands or anyone who works with the Yellowstone. It had been easy enough for a long time, most of the ranch hands were old timers, like Lloyd or young assholes who knew nothing about how to be a cowboy. But let’s just say when Ryan showed up on the ranch just over a year ago, she said fuck you to that rule. For months they would look at each other from afar, never daring to do anything. It became a boring dance very quickly, so Adeline took the bull by the horns and took what she wanted, which was him. Ryan didn’t put up much of an argument, sick of the same old song and dance, so being the new guy on the ranch he took the late shift, putting tack away in the stables, which Adeline helped with so that they could spend more time together, stealing moments when they could. It was enough at the start, sleeping together in the small room in the stables, but as the months went by and their relationship progressed and intensified, they were now wanting more, especially Ryan who now wanted to show off his woman.
“Ryan, you know that he would kick you off of the ranch and then what,” he leans back on he knees giving her room to sit up and lean back on her elbows. Ryan shrugs, his gaze looking at his hands which were rubbing her legs.
“You could come with me,” his gaze meets hers and god those eyes did things to her. She hated this.
“Ryan,” she sat up fully, coming to her knees and taking his head in her hands, rubbing her petite fingers over his stubbled cheeks. “I love you, and you know what I would go anywhere with you, but what about my dad, he doesn’t have anyone, not really. Lee’s gone, his relationship with Kayce is still rocky, Beth is away doing whatever the fuck she does and let’s be honest Jamie is a massive pain in the ass. Without me he doesn’t really have anyone, and god I can’t stand the thought of him having this entire place and all these people but still being truly alone. It scares the shit out of me, Ryan. Really scares the shit out of me,” her voice breaks and Ryan shakes his head whiping the tears coming down her face.
“Hey baby, shh. It’s okay. I get it, it’s fine. I have you and as long as you love me, you have me, and I’ll do whatever you need me to do,” he lifts her head so he can look into her eyes. “You have me baby, in so many ways,” Adeline nods, wiping a tear away.
“God I feel like you are giving everything and I’m giving nothing in this relationship,” Ryan shakes his head, a smile painting his face.
“Trust me you give me enough, just in a different way,” Adeline gasps and shoves her hands into his chest pushing him back as he laughs.
“You are such a pig,” a smirk now playing on her lips as she looks at him. Grabbing her hand, she laughs as Ryan pulls her to him, her knees bending on either side of his thighs, sitting in his lap. She leans forwards, their noses meeting each other, her arms wrapping around his neck.
“I love you,” Ryan smiles.
“I love you too,” Adeline smirks at this, her hands running down his body finding the buckle on his trousers. She leans down to whisper in his ear.
“Let me show you how much I love you,” Ryan groans as she pushes him on his back and pulls her top over her head.
“ADELINE!,” her eyes shoot open, her mind groggy from a lack of sleep. Ryan moans next to her, a hand running over his eyes.
“ADELINE, ARE YOU IN HERE?” her eyes widen as realises the voice, her dad and Rip.
“Shit,” she shoot’s up grabbing some clothes.
“She’s not in here sir,” she hears Rip tell her dad.
“Well where else could she be,” her dad stresses, her heartbreaks a little. Ryan stumbles as he puts on his pants causing a noise. Adeline and Ryan look at each other, fear in both of their eyes.
“What was that?” A voice asks, Lloyd.
“Addie,” her dad voice is closer this time, footsteps coming closer to them. The door flies open revealing the two of them, thank god both of them had some clothing on, Ryan in his boxers, jeans on but not closed and she had Ryan’s shirt on and her panties.
Her dad face goes from shock to anger real quick.
“WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING WITH MY DAUGHTER!,” her dad grabs Ryan and shoves him into the wall.
“DAD!”
“JOHN!”
“SIR,” Rip and Lloyd move into the small room pulling at the older man away.
“DAD!” this time Adeline moves and pushes at her dad.
“John calm down,” Lloyd tells her father. Her hands move and takes Ryan’s face in her hands, looking him over.
“Are you okay,” she asks him, assessing him with her eyes.
“I’m fine baby,” he assures her, her relief is short lived when she hears Lloyd and Rip struggling to pull her dad back.
“YOU KEEP AWAY FROM MY DAUGHTER, YOU HEAR. YOU ARE DONE, YOU HEAR, DONE.”
“Dad no.”
“Sir why don’t we all calm down,” Rip reasons.
“CALM DOWN, CALM DOWN. HOW AM I MEANT TO CALM DOWN WHEN MY DAUGHTER IS SLEEPING WITH ONE OF MY WORKERS,” Adeline shakes her head, stepping forward.
“Dad listen to me. I know you have always told me to keep it professional, to never do anything with the ranch hands but,” she looks over at Ryan who is looking at her with intrigue.
“This is more than just sleeping together and having some fun… I love him,” she looks at Ryan and smiles, he walks towards her and takes her hand.
“And I love her, Mr Dutton,” Rip and Lloyd drop their holds on him and watch the man carefully, not knowing what he was going to do next. John looks at the pair and sighs running his hand over his face.
“How much do you love her,” his gaze lands on Ryan, looking for an answer.
“More than anything.”
“And this is serious, you’re not doing this so you can say you have been with the bosses daughter,” Ryan shakes his head.
“No… I love her, I’ll love her till the day that I die,” Adeline looks at him with tears in her eyes, Ryan rubs his finger over her hand, smiling at her.
“And I promise that I will spend the rest of my life proving that I am good enough for her,” Adeline shakes her head and moves towards him taking his face in her hands.
“You are good enough for me,” she whispers before resting her head in the crook of his neck, causing Ryan to kiss her forehead.
John stares at the pair all not knowing what to say. Lloyd stand behind him a small smile on his lips as he looks at them, young love. Rip just looks at John not being able to anticipate what he was going to do next. Shaking his head John lets out a sigh.
“Well alright then,” before walking out the door. Adeline and Ryan look at Rip and Lloyd who were both shocked.
Untangling herself from Ryan she runs after her dad.
“Dad,” she comes to stand behind him just outside of the stable doors. Her dad stops, his back still to her.
“What does this mean?” John turns to her and looks at his baby, god when had she become so grown up.
“He’s a good man,” Adeline scoffs.
“Really, he’s a good man. 5 minutes ago you had him pinned up against a wall,” John nods, his head turned downwards.
“Yeah not my proudest moment, I will admit honey,” Adeline’s heart melts as the nickname, regret fills her.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you about him. But I knew how you were going to react and I just… really wanted you to like him,” John nods.
“I do like him honey. He’s good for you,” John stands closer to her and puts his hands on her arms. “It’s just hard for me sometimes, to admit that you are grown up. But, he loves you, I can see that now and I just want you to be happy,” Adeline smiles at her dad.
“He makes me very happy,” John smiles at that.
“Then that’s all I could ask for,” Adeline pulls her dad into a hug, resting her head in his chest. John smiles, resting his cheek on the top of her head, just like he did when she was a little girl.
“Thank you dad,” pulling back John looks at her and nods.
Walking around the corner Colby and Jimmy stop as they take in the sight, the bosses daughter standing in nothing but panties and a shirt.
“Oh shit,” jimmy exclaims, causing colby to hit him in the arm. Adeline tenses realising what she was wearing. John shakes his head taking off him coat and wrapping it around his daughter.
“Go and put some clothes on, alright,” Adeline nods running back into the barn. Colby and Jimmy look at John, both shitting themselves.
“Morning, Mr Dutton,” Colby says awkwardly, his gaze on the floor as he lifts his hand towards his boss.
“You saw nothing, ya hear,” Colby and Jimmy nod.
“Saw absolutely nothing sir,” Jimmy tells him, his gaze off towards the mountains. John simply nods at the pair before walking off causing the men to let out a sigh of relief.
“What the hell was that?” Jimmy looks towards Colby who just raises his eyebrows and shakes his head.
“Absolutely, no idea.”
Jogging back into the stables, Adeline pulls her dad’s coat tighter, she was really starting to feel the cold. Lloyd, Rip and Ryan gaze turns to her as she walks towards them, Ryan immediately moving towards her, grabbing her and pulling her towards him. Adeline sighs, wrapping her arms around his neck and cozying her face into the crook.
“Are you okay?” He mutters into the side of her head as he pulls back to look at her. Adeline’s lips lift up as she nods.
“Yeah, I’m fine. A little cold though,” ryan chuckles taking in her attire.
“Well besides the coat, I think your outfit is perfect,” Adeline’s head falls back as she laughs.
“Well of course you would,” Ryan smirks pulling her closer again.
“Would someone please tell me, what the fuck is going on?” Rip explains from behind them causing the couple to turn and look at the two men. Lloyd smirks putting his hand of the younger man’s shoulder and looks towards Ryan and Adeline.
“Well you see Rip, it appears that these two love birds have been keeping their relationship a secret,” Rip shakes his head.
“I got that much Lloyd but I mean how long has this been going on for?” Adeline shrugs.
“A couple of months give or take, probably would have been longer if someone would have just made a move,” Ryan scoffs.
“I was trying to figure out how you felt, and hey I have no complaints about you pouncing on me,” Adeline raises her eyebrows.
“I did not pounce of you,” Ryan laughs.
“I vividly remember that it was you who pushed me against the wall,” Lloyd burst out laughing walking towards Adeline giving her a pat on the shoulder.
“Good woman, showing these boys up,” Adeline giggles putting her head on Ryan’s shoulder who is just shaking his head. The couples gaze falls to rip who is just staring at them. Adeline sighs.
“Rip, are you going to say anything?” A few moments pass before Rip simply walks fowards.
“Ryan I want you ready for work in 5 minutes, you’re already late. Adeline, please put some clothes on I don’t want any of them ranch hands looking at you, your father might actually murder someone today,” Adeline just shakes her head, silently laughing at Rip just being Rip.
“And Ryan,” the couple turn and look at him.
“Don’t break her heart, because it won’t be only her dad that would kill you,” and then he is gone. Ryan groans and his head falls back.
“I second that,” Adeline smiles at the older man who puts his hands on her shoulders and kiss her cheek.
“You really know how to bring some entertainment to this place, darling,” Adeline giggles, a smile on her face. Lloyd puts his hand on Ryan’s shoulder and just smirks.
“Good luck,” before walking out.
Letting out a massive sigh, Ryan yanks Adeline to himself, wrapping his arms around her, placing his head into her shoulder. Giggling, Adeline places her hand on his head and kisses it.
“You were shitting it, weren’t you,” Ryan groans.
“You have no idea, I actually thought your dad was going to kill me. My life flashed before my eyes,” Adeline cackles, kissing his shoulder.
“Well I think that you are off of my dad’s radar. I’m pretty sure you have won him over as well,” Ryan removes his head off of her shoulder and looks her in the eyes.
“Really?” She laughs at him, nodding and taking his face in her hands.
“He sees how much you love me, and how happy you make me. And that… that is all that he has ever wanted for me,” Ryan nods, leaning his forehead against hers.
“I promise Addie, that I am going to love you till the day that I die,” she smirks.
“That sound like something you would have in your vows,” Ryan laughs.
“Well someday I am going to make you my wife, but doesn’t mean that I can’t start making those promises now,” Adeline feels tears burning her eyes, one falling down her cheek. Ryan wipes the tears off of her cheeks and smiles at her.
“I love you,” smirking, ryan leans forward and gives her a peck on the lips .
“I love you too,” the two wrap their arms around each other and their lips meet. Ryan’s rough hands move down her body, running over her ass and to her thighs, hoisting her up into his arms, her legs wrapping around his waist as he pushed them again the wall causing them to both moan. Adeline wraps her fingers into his hair, giving them a slight tug causing him to groan, his head falling back.
“What the hell,” Adeline’s head snaps towards the doors of the stables seeing Colby and Jimmy now standing there.
“Oh for god sakes,” let’s just say, that this was just the start.
cw: noncon, titus gets aroused at the fact he’s chasing you so primal play, implied age gap, reader gets injured to it lowk makes her defenseless, fear play too cause he likes how scared you are. he handcuffs you & forces you to marry him!!
a/n: thank you for 500 followers already!! i’m genuinely happy that you all like my works! it encourages me to write more fucked up shit lol.. so enjoy pervs ! this is probably the most i’ve ever written too lol
you don’t even know how you got into this fucked up position, but apparently you can blame your fucking parents & how they’ve secretly been literal devil worshipers behind your back, (you’re so glad that you cut yourself off from them a long time ago) but now these scary rich people they have done illegal business transactions with, want to use leverage against them, so… they kidnap you.
you were being so fucking stupid. walking back from a party all alone at two a.m slightly tipsy, in a mini black bandage dress hoping to impress some guy tonight- but you were just not feeling like yourself so you made your way home, smudged makeup, faintly staggering in your kitten heels down the sidewalk. you felt so dumb & careless- you didn’t even know where your phone was…
you should know better to have some type of protection on you this time of night, but you weren’t expecting this. everything hit you so suddenly when you felt a thin needle being injected into your neck and a cloth being held over your nose & mouth. you barely had any time to panic before your eyes began to close on their own, losing all consciousness.
when you wake up you see you’re in a big space. a huge room. a really nice large room, almost like a headquarters. you realize you can barely move. you’re restrained- to a wooden chair, and you can’t speak either, your mouth is gagged with a ball. you don’t even have your fucking heels anymore. what the fuck. what in the literal fuck, you think.
as you try to figure out where the hell you are, you then see two people standing in front of you. an older white man & a woman, they looked like brother & sister you assumed, but, they look very expensive too, like they could destroy anything with the snap of their fingers simply because they were that powerful. and it gave you a sick feeling in your stomach.
the danforth siblings were going to just kill you at first. well, because your parents are in severe debt to them.. and they had no use for you. but he took a slight interest you, and he wanted to find a more useful way for you to settle your parents’ dues. (consider they already took care them both.) so they wanted to settle a negotiation with you before just killing you right away.
as you saw them discussing & chatting quietly wondering what they want with you, you observed the older man. you don’t know why he intrigued you, you didn’t even know his name but you could tell he was a man of experience. you could tell by his domineering attitude & stance that he was very authoritative & most of all, intimidating.. especially to you.
the blonde woman beside the man begins talking as you’re still gagged & tied up. “so, you probably don’t know who we are. and we don’t expect you to, so let me introduce ourselves really quickly. my name is ursula. & this is my brother titus.” she points at him as he raises his hand. you just the blink at both of them. still in shock that you’re in the weird situation. “i know you’re wondering where you are. you’re at our most lavish danforth manor and resort. but, we don’t really have much to discuss, so let me keep the chatter small here.” you listen to her but you wonder why she is doing all of the speaking- & not the slightly taller man standing next to her.
“just know that your parents have made some… she glances to the side to make eye contact with titus. really expensive agreements with us and haven’t exactly held up their side of the bargain. so, we had to come take you.. for leverage. but it turns out they don’t give a fuck about you really..” you look down at that because it’s true- or else you wouldn’t be in this strange situation. she sighs before speaking again. “so, i have two options for you. we dispose of you the way we did your parents or i hand you over to my brother- titus, who has some weird inkling for you for reasons i don’t even want to know about.”
so that’s the deal they basically made with you- either they kill you, dispose of your body & you will never be heard of ever again or, you marry their next heir in line of the danforth family: titus danforth, which is the man who has been deviantly eyeing since you’ve been in his vision. also the man you’ve exact known for about an hour. you can’t fucking marry him! you have a whole life waiting for you out in the world. but titus couldn’t give less of a shit about that. he wants you all for himself.
that’s why he was discussing with his sister about rather they wanted to discard you or make use of you. ursula didn’t really care about you- just wanting the money back that your parents owed. but titus was more than intrigued with you.
he likes you. well, he likes the way that black dress looks on you, hugging all of your curves, including your chest. he likes the way ropes restrain against your body just right- and the way he could slightly see your drool all over the ball gag.. mm yeah.. he could definitely have a lot of fun with you.
they order their servant to take the ball gag off you to speak, but before you can even open your mouth to voice a thought- titus, now knowing his name finally speaks “just know. before you say no, you could try to run away, get off the estate & be free, but i will catch you before you run too far.”
“i’ll take my chances.” finally being able to get a word out. ursula just shakes her head & chuckles lightly before quietly making her exit.. what’s so funny?
titus raises a brow before making his way towards you & leaning down to your level, breaths mingling before addressing to you again.
“well, you better run- because when i get you, i’m tying you up and fucking you the way i want.” titus can physically see the fear that has overcome your body, and he chuckles, grabbing your soft face lightly. “awe. don’t be scared bunny..” he goes up to the shell of your ear and speaks again “you’ll love what i’ll give to you.” he gives you the most feathery kiss on your ear and he revels in the way you flinch away from him. “and you’ll make a cute little wife.”
he says before stepping back and making the servant undo your restraints once more, only for you to get up and run off once you’re free. he sighs already knowing how this will play out.
this isn’t even a fair fight, you don’t even know your way around the danforth estate, let along the fucking forest the have surrounding it! so titus was nice enough to grace you with a five-minute headstart. so you flee. with no direction, just wanting to just want to get away from him.
your bare feet scurry across the clean hallways of the manor, trying to find any door that leads outside. you don’t even know how many minutes it’s been, but you hope titus isn’t stalking you down you yet. fuck. you’re scared. you don’t know how you’re going to get out of this.
when you see two big large main doors, and windows beside you them, you know that they lead to the outside. so, you take that door and run. and you dash as fast as you can, hoping those footsteps you heard that were creaking from behind you was only your imagination.
but you didn’t look back. you ran as far as your feet could take you, you make it across the golf course in into the outskirts of their estranged forest before tripping as falling over a large rock, scraping both your knees in your small black dress, making it rise over your bottom, light blue panties showing, making a slight rip against your side.
“wow, what an amazing view.” your heart drops as you feel titus’ voice directly behind you. how did he manage to find you that quickly? you don’t think twice before jumping up to your feet and bolting away again, not caring about the small amounts of blood trailing down your legs, or how you slightly can’t control them.
but you don’t make it far, maybe fifteen steps as titus circles you then tackles you onto the ground, grass & dirt coming in contact harshly with your back. he puts his hand up under your head just before it came in contact with the ground. you see the slight gesture, but that does not mean he is a gentleman.
especially when you feel his hard, big, erection try to grind onto your cunt between your legs you scream out. you internally panic, fuck. if he gets his cock in me i’ll be defiled! you don’t know what to do. he’s strong, fit, older body is no match for your smaller frame. he’s literally not even extorting all of his force on you. it’s sad really. he’s using his knee to stop your bottom from kicking and one hand to pin up both your tiny wrists.
“it’s a little pathetic you thought you could get away from me bunny.” he lick a stripe from up to your cleavage area all the way up to the the pulse point of your neck and sucks. you cry out again, defenseless against him, he’s making you feel dirty already. titus groans at your sweet little whimpers & the way your chest heaves up and down, his cock throbbing with need.
“but i don’t think it’s enough. i’m gonna make sure you won’t get away from me from now on.” you whole body runs cold when you see him pull out a pair of basic silver handcuffs.
you began squirming again, already knowing what he’s about to do to you. but then he grips your face hard, forcing you to looking him, fat tears running down your face. “you better stop fucking squirming, cause i can fuck you gently or can fuck you rough. it all depends on you behavior.” you begin crying harder.
titus just rolls his eyes… not caring about your waterworks. “well, until i know you can behave, you will be bound.” easily flipping you over, he takes your hands & swiftly cuffs them behind your back, bloody knees now digging into the twigs & dirt.
he has a steady hold on your hips to keep you from falling over, thick hands rubbing all over your middle .. teasing just up under your soft breasts. it’s your making skin crawl all over, knowing his hands aren’t supposed to be touching you. he begins slightly pulling your dress up higher.. you can’t believe this is fucking happening.
“p-please don’t do this.. i’m a virgin..” you’re shaking under his touch, but you don’t know in titus’ sick twisted mind, that just makes him want to fuck his cock into you even more.. knowing your first time will be taken away from you in their stranded woods by an older man you’ve only known for a few hours- or you’ll die. fuckkk. his cock begins to stir even more in his cargo pants.
“sorry, baby.. you’re so just so tempting, and like i told you..” he leans forward “i caught you- now i’m having my fill.” he doesn’t spare as second ripping your lace panties off, feeling the cool breeze slap against your naked, damp, pussy. oh god.. we’re you slightly wet because of him..?
you felt his fingers lightly tease your supple asscheeks before trailing farther down to your pussy, and takes fingers and presses them up against your open entrance. not fully in- but prodding, seeing how you react. and god do you respond well.
you arch your back into him, wanting more. shit, your body is betraying you right now. you whine when he pushes his fingers past and into your leaking hole- thrusting the two digits in & out of you. you immediately start to constrict around them, not used to having anything inside you.
“please!..mister.. oh my god..” you don’t even know what you’re begging for. maybe for him to stop or keep going. you’re not sure. but he knows that he’s does not like what you just said. so, he corrects you.
“don’t fucking call me mister.” he says it like the word viscerally disturbed him. “you call me daddy. understand? say you understand.” he curls his fingers just right in you so you have no choice but to obey.
“i understand! i understand daddy, i do!” oh my god. you feel yourself gushing around his fingers and pulsing around him uncontrollably. you think you’re cumming for the first time. and titus realizes this too. he can’t help but softly scoff & tease you.
“awe, is this my bunny’s first time cumming? it’s okay.. you’ll learn to love it more as time goes on.”
after you’ve cum on his fingers, he slowly pulls them from out of your pussy, then shoves the two fingers in his mouth tasting you. cleaning up the slick that was left on his digits before pushing the same fingers into your mouth. he just doesn’t want to want you to be too loud. but it doesn’t get ignored the way you’re slowly beginning to not squirm anymore and you the way you don’t bite his when he puts them in your mouth.
so when you hear the rummaging of pants and heavy breaths, it’s no surprise that he begins he’s tapping his fat, mushroom tip against your sensitive hole. you moan around his thick fingers at the sensation. beginning to feel your eyes start to water again when you feel him lodge himself deeper in your small cunt. fuck.. he’s stretching me out. you think. you can feel it already and he’s not even halfway in.
titus here is giving you grace and going slow since you’re being good, but, it’s only so long he can be patient for. you feel him moving back in forth trying to get some friction, grunting at the way you feel around his cock.
his cock was so big, you felt like your hole was being stretched out entirely. so much thick and hot pressure between your legs it’s forcing your hot walls to get so wet all over him.
he pushed more into you and now you’re starting to feel like it’s too much. on instinct your pussy begins to quiver & you try to widen your legs to slide him out of your weeping hole- but it’s no use. titus continues stuffing his shaft in your until you are full of him completely, his balls smacking dangerously against your clit.
he begins forcing your hips with his other hand by pushing you back onto him, making you fuck yourself back on his cock. god, he could blow a load into you right fucking now. you squeal when he begins rolling his hips into you before pulling halfway out & driving himself all the way in.
oh no. you feel another one coming again. you think you’re about to come on his dick this time. but he wants that. titus wants you to come all over him so he can have a reason to stuff your little wet hole to the brim with his seed. even though he was already going to do that.
when you yell muffled around his around his fingers when you feel it coming out again “titus.. daddy.. i t-think im coming again. please pull out..” but that’s just makes him piston back and forth into your cunt even more, hearing nothing but the sounds of your squelching pussy in the silence of the forest. you weren’t expecting him to make you feel so good, all you can think about is titus as he fills your mouth and pussy.
“fuck no, you take what i give you, bunny.” when he feels the way your cunt clamps completely down onto him- you force him into filling up your sweet pussy. it was practically crying for him.. he thinks as the hot spurts come out of his cock and spray onto your vaginal walls. he loves the way it begins to overflow your hole. making some of the cum trickle down your labia & onto your clit then finally on the ground absorbing into the dirt. titus laughs, seeing as your legs are now shaking for a completely different reason. he can feel the vibrations from your screams on his fingers. shit, he’s never been so turned on before.
he then pulls his cock out of you, you whine at the lack of pressure- feeling incredibly empty. satisfied with how he’s used you, he takes the handcuffs off of your wrists, slightly red and raw, knowing you won’t go anywhere now. you’re whimpering hesitantly when you try to to stand yourself up, legs wobbling, not sure if you can even walk right now. you know your knees are severely red as well, you know you can’t speak very well right now either. titus does nothing but huffs and hoists your over his shoulder. you yelp in surprise.
as he whisks you away, taking you back towards the danforth mansion, he says- “now, let’s get you all cleaned and patched up. we have a big day to prepare for, wife.”
hope it was good! feedback is always appreciated <33
Summary : You and Titus have your first born, a little girl. Titus wanted a boy mainly to carry out the Danforth name, but when he held your little girl for the first time, he swore no harm would come to his little miss.
Warnings : 18+ DNI MINORS!!! - Age gap, (not specifically mentioned but Titus is described as ‘much’ older than yourself.) Swearing, one mention of bullying and name calling. (Carrot head), suggestive smut at the end, slight possession (on Titus’s side)
Authors note : First time writing for Titus, he is one of my favourite Shawn Characters so far! I love a sassy man who is freaked out. I hope I did him justice, I felt like he would definitely have a softer side in front of his daughter. No one bullies his sweet baby girl.
divider by @diviniyae ❤️
You could say that Titus was a little sad that your firstborn child was a little girl, but as soon as he held her in his arms, his face softened. He was looking down at his daughter with pride and joy. Also… You could both always try for another baby once you were ready.
As she was growing up, Titus was very protective over her. Never let anyone else touch her other than you and his sister, Ursula. After she turned 1, her first birthday needed to be perfect! He completely closed the resort for the weekend, and planned everything to the smallest detail. You had to explain to him that she wouldn’t remember her birthday at this age.
“Do you remember your first birthday? I know it was a looong time ago for you.” You teased him, as he was much older than you. You always loved to tease him about his age, it made for a very fun time after your daughter was fast asleep.
He smirked as the staff was bringing out the large pink cake, gently placing it onto the table. You couldn’t help but laugh as he kissed your cheek, pulling you closer.
“Better watch that mouth, Mrs Danforth.. wouldn’t want to miss our daughter's first birthday because you were getting smart with me.”
You rolled your eyes as Ursula brings in the birthday girl. They were picking out her birthday outfit because she told Titus that she needed to pick it, not him. Your little girl was in a cute pink and white dress with socks and little shoes to match.
“There she is! The birthday girl!” You walked over as you grabbed her from Ursula's arm, kissing her little chubby cheeks over and over. Her little giggles filled the room as Titus walked over to you both. Her little eyes widened as she saw her daddy, making grabby hands for him.
“Okay baby, you can have some daddy-daughter time before your big party.” Titus grabbed Eleanor as she cuddled onto him. Her little ginger curls flattened as she rested her head on him. She was very much a daddy’s girl, and who could blame her? Titus would do anything for his little princess.
When she was around 4 years old, you had to remind Titus that Eleanor needed to socialize with kids her own age and a little older to develop good relationships and social skills. Titus was a little picky with who his daughter played with, but that was to be expected. It was mainly frequent rich families kids that he knew wouldn’t try anything.
Until one day, some rich kid who briefly visited with his parents due to his school record being poor but recently was acting ‘accordingly’ came down by the pool. He was looking around, mainly trying to find an easy target and immediately noticed your daughter’s bright red hair as she was colouring on the tables near the pool. She had her little hat on, sunglasses on the table, little legs kicking around. The kid walked over to her and immediately started to call her names about her hair colour. Eleanor frowned, her eyes filling with tears as she jumped off her chair and ran inside, looking for you, Titus or even Ursula.
The staff member that was supposed to be watching your daughter noticed that she had disappeared. They looked around the resort for her, but another member of staff had taken her to Titus immediately. She ran into her daddy’s arms as he looked at her. You both were completely shocked at her tears as she was happily colouring and had someone watching her.
“What’s wrong princess? Tell daddy. You know daddy can fix anything.” There was an edge to his voice as he said the word ‘fix’ as you knew what that meant. You gently hit his arm as you gave him that look of ‘murder isn’t always the solution.. sometimes’
Your little baby’s voice wobbled as she looked at her daddy, her hat almost falling off.
“A v-very m-mean boy.. c-called me c-carrot head.” Eleanor buried her head into Titus’s neck as she sobbed. Titus was beyond furious, who dared someone call his little girl a carrot head.
The three of you went back to the pool so she could point out the boy who picked on her. He had made it onto a new target, proceeding to dunk another poor kid under the water. You had to stop Titus from marching himself over and dunking that bastard kid underwater himself. You made him take a seat with Eleanor to try and calm her and (himself) down. Fortunately for the kid, you had a lighter approach.
You walked over to the kid and asked him if he picked on your little girl, pointing to your baby and your husband. He immediately deflected and said no. You asked him again, your voice became more pronounced and he again said no and told you ‘get lost lady’ splashing you with the pool water. Titus saw everything, his anger was growing more by the second, Eleanor was gently calming down from her tears as Titus whispered that her hair was beautiful and just like his when he was younger.
After the kid splashed you, he swam away, looking back to see if you were still looking at him. You had already begun walking back to Titus and explained what happened.
“I am going to find Ursula to see if we can find the parents of that kid. He clearly needs to be taught better values than to mess with the Danforth family”
Titus kept an eagle eye on the kid. “Oh. Trust me. I have more than enough values to teach.”
“Titus, that’s a kid.” You sighed. You loved your husband dearly, but sometimes you did get annoyed by his actions when it came to wanting to handle problematic people with violence.
“Stay with Eleanor.. I am going to find Ursula and sort this out. The non-violent way.” Titus looked annoyed, then opened his mouth to speak. You pointed your finger at him, Eleanor looked up at her daddy’s little pout and giggled.
“Naughty daddy..” She giggled more as Titus looked like a scolded puppy.
“You laughing at daddy getting told off by mummy?”He said as he kissed her hair, as she nodded. You smiled, kissing both Titus then your Eleanor’s forehead.
After around 5 minutes, you found the parents of that kid. You told them what their boy said to your daughter and how he was very disrespectful to you. They were both mortified, all colour drained. They apologized on their son’s behalf multiple times on the way back to the pool.
“Oh, your apology means nothing to me. It’s your son’s fault. He made our child cry about something she couldn’t change. Her father is very angry.”
The boy’s family noticed Titus and your little girl at the table. She had her little sunglasses back to help her sensitive eyes from crying. Ursula walked over to the staff who was supposed to be watching her niece, giving them a good talking in private.
Once Ursula returned, you told her to take Eleanor for some ice cream. She smiled big at the thought of ice cream and spending time with her auntie. She reached up to Ursula, wrapping her arms around her neck. Ursula began to walk away to the kitchens as you heard them both talk about what ice cream she wanted.
You had turned to the family with your back to Titus. Oh, you knew Titus loved this as much as you did. They looked completely shit scared just by Titus glaring at them. You gently sat yourself on Titus’s lap, hand playing with his curls.
“Did you know that our daughter’s beautiful red hair is from Titus himself?“ You prompted to the couple, they both shook their heads as you continued. “When Titus was younger.. he had the most gorgeous red hair. I’ve only seen it in photos…” You sighed, as you continued to play with your husband’s curls at the back of his neck.
The father pleaded to you both. “Mr and Mrs Danforth, we are both extremely and deeply sorry that our son called your daughter names about her gorgeous hair. We are extremely-“
Titus lifted his hand up to silent the man from speaking. He had heard enough, the tone of his voice and pitch annoyed him. God, this man was pathetic. The wife had grabbed her son and scolded him. You and Titus saw that the kid looked like he didn’t care. That’s what made you make your last decision final.
“You’re banned for the Danforth Estate. If you have any share holders with us? Gone. You see, we don’t appreciate bullies.. of any kind. Doesn’t matter what age. A bully is a bully.”
The husband looked shocked, and the wife began to cry. Their family was one of the monthly regulars. You and Titus couldn’t care less. Their son made your beautiful baby cry.
“Cry me a river.. go. Pack your shit and get the fuck out.” You scoffed, as the husband looked like he was going to defend his wife but Titus grip got heavier on your hip.
“Don’t. My wife’s word is final. Get the fuck out…” He said with a low rumble in his throat. Fuck, you loved it when he got overly protective of you. It made your thighs push together gently as you turned to look at him.
“I would do as my husband says or I may let him approach this.. his way and we wouldn’t want that.”
You kept eye contact with Titus as you warned the family. You saw his tongue gently dart across his lips as the family accepted their offer of leaving. Unharmed. You could hear the woman screaming at her husband and child for both being idiots.
“See? My plan worked perfectly. Save all of your energy for the hunt next week.. I heard it’s gonna be a pretty big one..” You gently kissed his lips, coming off his lap.
“Let’s go back to our room.. I saw the way your thighs squeezed together. Want some help.. bunny?”
Series Summary: Reader is a full-time college student at 30 years old who is starting over in life. When she loses her full-time job as a waitress, CEO James “Bucky” Barnes steps in with a proposition. Can he sell you on a way to help you by offering a Sugar Daddy companionship? Who will get feelings first? Can a Sugar Daddy relationship really work out?
Series Warnings: Sugar Daddy au, Reader is 30 & Bucky is in his 40s, reader has trust issues, talks of anxiety, angst, eventually falling in love, smut, oral (m & f), nicknames (sweetheart and doll.)
Chapter Summary: Reader moves into her new place thanks to Bucky.
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A/N: Sorry it’s been a very long time since I updated this series. I had major writers block with this. I hope y’all are still around for this update.
A/N 2: Thank you to @late-to-the-party-81 for the header & beta reading this for me.
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You stir from your sleep to feel warm, gentle kisses across your shoulder and on your neck. You let out a whine as your brain tries to remember where you are and you hear a faint whisper in your ear telling you it's time to get up. You slowly open your eyes, remembering that you’re at Bucky’s place and a smile forms on your face as you feel his lips move across your skin.
“There she is. Good morning, sweetheart.” Bucky leans over you and gently kisses your lips. “Did you sleep well?”
You hum for a second. “In between you going down on me throughout the night, I will say yes, I did.”
Bucky chuckles. “I couldn’t help myself. You taste delicious, I could eat you out every day of the week if I had it my way.”
You giggle against the pillow. “Bucky. You’re just saying that to be funny.”
His lips come closer to your ear and whisper, “Do I need to show you again?”
“No!” You start laughing as Bucky pouts. “As much as that sounds tempting, I need a shower and to get something to eat.” Your stomach begins to growl a little.
“That’s fine, sweetheart. Let’s shower and then grab breakfast.”
Who are you to argue with showering with this handsome man?
Both of you end up showering in the warmth of the water and sure enough, Bucky goes down on you again. You can’t believe how much this man wants to consume you. Just the thought of it makes you blush. If he’s like this with oral, how’s he going to be when you have sex?
After showering and changing into fresh clothes from your closet in the spare bedroom, you head to the kitchen, where you find Bucky making eggs. He’s lightly cussing under his breath as he tries to make breakfast and seeing that he needs help, you walk up to him and kiss his cheek.
“Anything I can do to help?” you ask.
“Can you cook eggs?” he enquires.
“That I can,” you confirm with a smile before switching places and starting over from scratch. Whatever he was attempting to make can’t be salvaged, but what he can do right is toast and coffee. The pair of you chat as you cook and in no time it’s ready. You each take a place at the bar on the other end of the counter and start eating in peace. You notice that as you eat, Bucky keeps stealing glances at you. It’s like he’s storing this morning in his memory. When you both finish, you place the plates and cups in the dishwasher before Bucky leans into you and kisses your forehead.
“Thank you for cooking breakfast, beautiful. Now, are you ready to go back to your apartment and start packing? The house is ready for you to move into anytime.”
“I’m so excited to move out of the apartment and into a new home. The first thing I’m going to do once I’m settled is paint again. I have so many creative ideas flowing through my head,” you proudly say.
Bucky smiles back at you. “I can’t wait to see what you come up with. Now, let’s go meet the men I hired to help pack your place and move it for you. I’ve used them before and they are professional and trustworthy.”
You both grab your things and head to the garage to start the journey back to your place.
As promised, once at your apartment, Bucky and you meet with the movers. They’ll be helping you pack your tiny apartment for the next week while Bucky’s at work. Time seems to pass quickly over the next few days. With the packers boxing everything up, you deal with taking your paintings off the wall, carefully wrapping each one for transport.
Bucky shows up after work each day, just as promised, to help you with whatever you need. You’re truly thankful for all the help you receive and in no time, Saturday arrives. You’re excited about moving this weekend and finally having a home all to yourself, all thanks to your sugar daddy. Without Bucky, none of this would be possible, as you were just scraping by in life as a student and artist.
The movers and Bucky show up at eight in the morning, ready to transport your belongings. While you and Bucky put your paintings in your SUV, the movers load all the boxes into their truck. Things go smoothly, and by eleven, the vehicles are filled and the apartment is empty. You return your keys to the landlord and head out in your SUV to go to your new home.
You follow behind Bucky’s SUV to your new place. You’re excited for this next step and to see what the future will hold for you. So far, you’re enjoying your life as Bucky’s sugar baby. He’s definitely giving you not only the resources to succeed, but also the love and affection you crave as well. This relationship is so vastly different to others you’ve had in the past, but it’s also so exciting.
When you arrive, you skip over to Bucky, who’s grinning at the way you’re jingling the keys.
“It’s all yours, babygirl,” he says before kissing you gently on the lips.
You run, giggling, up to the front door and open it, allowing the movers to start bringing in your furniture and boxes. It takes them a couple of hours to place everything where you want it while you and Bucky bring in your paintings and place them in the rooms where you’ll hang them.
While Bucky says goodbye to the movers, shaking their hands, you look around your living room, taking it all in. It’s so beautiful that it almost didn’t feel real. A new home, a new vehicle, and a hot sugar daddy that you were in a relationship with. Was this a dream?
The sound of the door shutting signalled Bucky joining you. “How are you feeling now that your stuff is moved in?”
You turn to look at him and grin. “Honestly, excited, overwhelmed, relieved. Take your pick. I just can’t believe this is happening to me.”
“Believe it, sweetheart. This is happening and I’ll continue to spoil you every chance that I get.”
“You know you don’t have to.” You wrap your arms around yourself.
He walks over to you and cups your cheeks before kissing you. “You deserve to be spoiled. So let me.”
You jokingly huff at him and raise your hands in surrender. “Fine. Spoil away.”
“Now that is what I like to hear. Second only to you moaning my name in pleasure.”
You feel the heat in your cheeks and sheepishly look away for a moment before you make eye contact with him again.
“Bucky…”
“I’m teasing you, darling. I love seeing you all shy when we both know you’re anything but that.” His thumb runs across your bottom lip and you part your lips, allowing him to push the tip in. You slowly suck on it and swirl your tongue, making Bucky inhale a quick breath and pull his thumb out. His eyes are dilated and it’s like he is staring into your soul.
“Want to go upstairs and fool around?” you ask shyly.
“Prinţesă, more than you know.” Bucky gives you a big grin and wiggles his eyebrows.
You hold out your hand and he takes it instantly, letting you lead the way upstairs to the master bedroom. He follows you into the room and you circle him seductively. You push him toward the bed and make him sit down. Bucky grabs a pillow and places it in front of him so you have something to kneel on.
You kneel in front of him and unzip his pants. Your eyes remain on his as you tug on both them and his underwear, and Bucky lifts his hips, letting you pull them down. His cock is already hard and leaking precum from the tip.
Keeping eye contact, you lick your lips before you take the tip of him into your mouth. You lick the precum from him and he lets out a shuddering breath. You slowly take him into your mouth and then all the way to the back of your throat. You pull back just as gently as you tease him. Pulling off him, you lick the large vein under his cock before taking him back in.
Bucky is panting as you work him over slowly but surely. You love the control you have over him as he watches you take him apart piece by piece. Finally, you decide to have mercy on him and start bobbing your head up and down his cock. Your right hand is holding him at the base while your left hand starts playing with his balls. All while you keep taking him in your throat.
His groans of pleasure tell you that he’s not going to last much longer.
“Sweetheart, I’m close. You gonna swallow my cum like a good girl?”
You hum around his cock as he lightly grabs you by the hair and starts fucking your mouth. He’s not violent, but he easily takes back the control you thought you had. His cock is steady in and out of your mouth, every once in a while plunging down your throat. A couple more thrusts and he’s cumming, and you swallow every last drop as he grunts out your name.
When you pull off, it’s with a pop and lick your lips. Your eyes are watery, the streaks of tears down your face and Bucky looks at you with a smile. Carefully he wipes the tears away for you with his left hand, his right caressing your face.
“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. You spoiled me just now, so be a good girl and climb on the bed so I can feast on my pussy. I want to make you feel good.”
Bucky stands up and tucks himself back into his pants.
“Your pussy?” you smirk at him
He offers you a hand and helps you stand up. You stand nearly face-to-face with him as he grins back down at you. “Yes, my pussy.”
A chill runs down your body as you kick off your sneakers and peel your leggings and underwear down your legs before you clamber onto the bed. You watch how his gaze never leaves your body. How he looks like he is going to devour you whole and lord, maybe he will. You know full well that this is something he enjoys doing and is an expert at. You lie on your back and you watch him crawl up the bed to lie on his stomach between your thighs, his face right where you need him.
Bucky’s lips travel across your thighs as he slowly kisses his way to their destination between your legs. Pushing your thighs further apart, Bucky descends on you and licks a stripe up your pussy. He does it again, this time licking and nibbling his way to your clit. You purr out his name and then begin to shiver as he starts to eat you out, his soft beard tickling you in all the right places. Every lick, every suckle on your clit, makes you a moaning mess and you grind down on Bucky’s face as he hums his approval.
He adds two fingers into your tight, wet pussy, fingering you as he continues to play with your clit with his mouth. His fingers curl with every breathy moan you make, and as you beg for more, his fingers speed up, hitting your sweet spot over and over.
“Ohmygod, yes! Bucky please… I need to cum,” you beg him.
“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be good for me and cum for me now,” he growls at you.
With a crook of his fingers, your eyes roll to the back of your head and you scream his name, cumming hard Bucky hums in delight as he licks you clean, making sure he leaves nothing behind. He crawls back up your body and kisses you passionately on the lips. You taste yourself as he does and groan your appreciation. Your man makes sure you want for nothing. If eating pussy was an art form, then Bucky has mastered it. You can’t help but wonder how it will be once he finally makes love to you. The thought makes you wet again, but you try to brush it from your mind before you get too carried away.
Bucky smiles at you, his eyes crinkle as he takes in your sated form. “How are you feeling, darling?”
You let out a soft sigh. “Like I’m floating on cloud nine and never want to come down again.”
Bucky chuckles at how relaxed and serene you’re. He wants to always make you feel this way and can’t wait to have you in his bed so he can finally take you apart properly.
“Well, let’s get you changed and get you something to eat. You need some nourishment after that.” He gives you a cheeky grin and you let out a full belly laugh.
“Yes, sir,” you say and salute him.
Bucky stares at you and licks his lips. “Sir? I kinda like the sound of that. Now, no more distractions.”
He helps you sit up in bed and hands you your clothes to put back on. Once you’re redressed it was two thirty in the afternoon, you walk hand in hand downstairs discussing what you're going to order from the local sandwich shop a couple of blocks away. It doesn’t take long to get there and back and you set the dining table while Bucky plates up the food.
You talk about starting to paint again once you get settled in, and how you’re going to unpack over the next week so that way you can start to focus on the things you enjoy. You’re especially looking forward to being able to go to more fancy dinners with Bucky now that you're done with the semester.
Bucky smiles at you as you talk, until he suddenly remembers something. “There’ll be another event next weekend that I forgot to tell you about. I hope you're not mad that it slipped my mind. I was very busy with meetings all week.”
You smile back at him. “No, that’s fine. Isn’t that what this is all about? Me being flexible with my schedule so I can attend these dinner dates. It’s wide open just for you.”
“I appreciate it, sweetheart.” He reaches across the table and grabs your hand gently. His thumb runs across your knuckles. Twisting your wrist round, your fingers graze against his and you both chuckle.
After lunch it was around three thirty and time to get the bedroom set up so later all you had to do was shower and climb into bed. Luckily, there wasn’t too much to unpack in there and Bucky hung up your clothes while you rifled through boxes and put things on the built-in bookcases that were situated throughout the house. After spending a few hours in the bedroom, you move onto the room you’ve decided will be your art studio. Setting up and adjusting your easel and then organising all your paints and brushes take another couple of hours and by dinner time, you’re both exhausted as the time shows eight in the evening.
You end up ordering a pizza to be delivered and by the time it arrives, Bucky has finished setting up the TV in the living room. It’s nice to relax on the couch and eat while watching a comedy show. When you’re done eating, you both cleaned up and you can see that Bucky is hesitant about what to do next.
“Hey, if you want, you can stay over tonight. It will help me ease into this new house living situation.” You fiddle with the hem of your shirt and watch Bucky offer a huge smile.
“Yeah, that would be great. I had an overnight bag packed in my SUV just in case – let me go grab it.”
He returns in the blink of an eye, locking the door behind him and you both make your way upstairs to the shower. Under the hot spray of the shower you wash the other, but also take the opportunity to get frisky. You trace the tattoos that snake up and down his arms as you wash him and try to work out what they all mean. By the time you step out you’re both clean and tired.
Cuddling up in the middle of the bed together, you lie with your head on his chest while his hand softly rubs down your arm. It’s nice having Bucky over in your new place and you hope there’ll be more nights like this in your future.
“So,” Bucky drawls, gaining your attention, “remember me telling you the other day that I was going to plan a getaway somewhere tropical for us?”
“Yeah, I do. Why?” you ask curiously.
“After next weekend, when we get done with the dinner event, I’ll be whisking you away to a private island. We’ll have my private waitstaff and chef to run the place, but other than them, it’ll be just us. We won’t have to worry about having our privacy interrupted so we can do whatever it is that you want. Swimming, snorkeling, or if you want to do nothing, we can do that as well.”
You squeal in excitement and hug him close. “I’m so excited. I’ve never been out of the country before. I mean, I have my passport, but I never thought I’d be using it. I don’t even know what to pack.”
Bucky chuckles. “Light clothing, bathing suits, hell, I would say pack nothing, but then I don’t like the idea of other men seeing you naked.”
“Jealous type?” You giggle as he looks down at you with a gleam in his eyes.
“When it comes to my naked girl, heck yeah, I am. No one gets to see your sexy body but me.”
You both laugh at his response and he winks at you, continuing his thought.
“But if we’re being serious, I have nothing to be jealous of. You’ve chosen me and come home to me at night, whether it’s your place or mine. I’m happy with you and I hope you feel the same way.” Bucky caresses your cheek as he looks into your eyes.
“I do feel the same way about you. I’m so happy when I’m with you. You make me feel very spoiled.” You snuggle closer to him, thinking of everything he has already done for you. For a moment, you both stare in silence and gaze into each other's eyes. It's like time stands still and you’re the only two people that exist in the world.
“As I said before,” he says, stroking your face with the back of his hand, “that’s my job. I‘ll always take care of you. Now let’s relax and get some sleep. We’ll talk more about the vacation tomorrow. Sleep well, sweetheart.”
You yawn big before whispering, “Sleep well, Bucky.”
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Pairing: Andy Barber x Female!Reader
Word Count: 4,683
Summary: It was hard to believe that once upon a time, Andy Barber was a stranger to you. Because now? Now he was your everything, just like you were his.
Warnings: Mob AU. Explicit language. Established relationship. Flashback. Mob boss!Andy. Reader is a delicate thing with a rough history. Boss/employee relations. Reference to non-con touching. Touch avoidant. Allusions to past abuse and forced sex work. But also a good amount of fluff and affection tbh.
A/N: I am beyond tickled that this Andy won my recent poll. He’s the one I’ve been most eager to write, but there are so many other stories and babes that I know deserve my attention, so it was hard to commit to him. Thank you for giving me an excuse to indulge and also expand this verse. I hope you enjoy this ❤️
P.S. Andy made his debut in mob enforcer!Ari’s story, but you don’t need to read that to read this.
It was getting to be that time of day when you were starting to flag.
As hard as you worked, as supportive and helpful as you wanted to be–especially to Andy–your brain could only handle so much.
Especially when you were running on barely a few hours of sleep last night.
So you finished the final must do on your list for the day, closing your laptop with a small swell of relief as you rose from your seat at the small table in the corner of Andy’s home office.
It was one of your favorite rooms in the manor, and not just because you spent so much time here with Andy. The decor was traditional–and expensive–a myriad of dark woods and butter-smooth leather. The walls were lined with built-in shelves, stacked with books and dotted with expensive pieces of decor, and even some antiques that probably cost more money than your brain could comprehend.
But your favorite personal touch were the two pieces of framed artwork hanging behind Andy’s desk. They were abstract and colorful, and each time you got swept away staring at them, you swore your eyes gleaned a completely new shape or scene or meaning behind them.
Andy once told you the story of how he had won them in a bidding war at an antique auction after months of tracking down any artwork he could find by his late mother’s favorite artist.
It seemed like such a small thing about himself that he had shared with you–but it showed the kind of man that Andy Barber was.
Devoted. Determined. Strategic. Patient when it counted most.
And never willing to give up.
You smiled as you slowly made your way to where he sat hunched over his executive desk, still deep in his own work despite the approach of early evening.
It was traits like his devotion and patience that had finally won you over completely–despite how gun-shy you had been at the mere idea of anything more with Andy.
With anyone, really, given your history.
But even you couldn’t deny that the more you got to know Andy, the more time you had spent with him, the more the thought of something more had taken root in your brain and began to flourish.
And now here you were.
Clocking your proximity, Andy finally pulled his eyes from his computer screen, straightening in his leather-back chair. His gaze softened as it landed on you, his lips tilting up at the corners into your favorite smile.
“All done for the day?” he asked, pushing his seat back and making room for you, because he knew you well.
So Andy didn’t bat an eye when you nodded in response to his question before slowly sinking to the floor, until you were sat between his feet and resting your cheek against his knee with a soft sound of contentment.
“I rescheduled your meetings for tomorrow to next week, like you asked,” you murmured, your eyes fluttering as Andy reached out and began to gently pet your head. “And I ordered flowers for Ari’s mother for her birthday next week, too.”
“Thank you, honey,” Andy murmured, his fingers teasing along the shell of your ear and making you shiver. “You take such good care of me, of all of us. I bet you even reminded Ari of his mother’s birthday, just to be safe.”
Your cheeks warmed, because Andy was right, and his tone was so fond colored with the kind of tenderness–just for you–that made your insides swoop and flutter. You hid your face against his leg, your insides fluttering some more at the sound of Andy’s quiet, husky laugh.
But speaking of Ari, something tickled your brain, something that made you frown as you tilted your face up and opened your eyes, your gaze shining with worry.
“How are things with the art gallery?” you asked. “Is the business owner next door still causing you trouble?”
Andy’s eyes danced at the mention of the woman who owned the tea and bookshop next door to his new business. “She’s nothing to fret over, honey. Ari’s taking care of her.”
At that, you nervously gnawed on your lower lip. As much as you had come to accept the fact that Andy was a mob boss–and sometimes had to do ruthless, unsavory things–he treated you so well, and was so loving, that it wasn’t an issue for you.
In fact, it provided a sense of security that you had never known until Andy–the fact that you now had such a powerful and competent protector.
But still… you didn’t like the idea of Ari hurting anyone, of the things you were sure he had done and was capable of doing. No matter how respectful and protective he was of you.
You didn’t wish his dark intentions on anyone, even someone who had proven to be a thorn in Andy’s side from day one.
But then again, given the rivals and competition he usually dealt with, this woman’s antics were almost… charming.
“Don’t look so worried,” Andy hummed, gently caressing your cheek. “He’s dealing with her in a way I’m quite certain she enjoys.” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh.” Your eyes widened enough to make Andy laugh. “Well… good. I know the gallery is your pet project and the first business that you’re genuinely excited for.”
“And it’s the perfect front for arms dealing, which drives the most revenue, so really it’s a win win.”
You hummed in agreement, once again sinking against Andy as he continued his light touches and caresses. His fingers danced along the tension in your shoulders, moving slower and pressing firmly, until you were making a quiet sound of relief as the knots of tension seemed to melt away into nothing.
“You slept fitfully last night,” Andy said.
You nodded, leaning into the cradle of Andy’s palm that now rested against your cheek. He tilted your face up so he could get a better look at you, observing the shadows beneath your eyes with a small frown and furrowed brow.
“More nightmares?” he asked.
This time you hesitated, but only briefly, before nodding again.
You didn’t hesitate because you wanted to hide your struggles from Andy, or because you were embarrassed he had of course noticed the state of you, but more so just because you hated to think about your nightmares, and the things from your past that caused them.
At your admission, and the way your shoulders hunched and curled just a little, Andy’s touch instantly became more intentional. His hand moved to grip the back of your neck, squeezing in that way he knew melted your brain and made all of your anxiety dissipate.
Of their own accord, your hands lifted so you could cling to Andy’s thighs, pressing your forehead against his knee and nearly curling around his leg like a koala–greedy for his touch.
Even after all this time, you still couldn’t believe it, the way Andy’s touch affected you–in a good way. That you loved it and often needed it now.
Because there had been a time when you thought that you would never enjoy the touch of another again…
18 Months Ago
“Another month in the green,” Andy said, sounding pleased as he scrolled through the financial slides on the tablet he held.
“Bet you’re fucking tickled that you went all in on the club with me,” Lloyd Hansen preened, sinking back in his desk chair and giving Andy a shit-eating grin. “I told you this would be a money maker. There’s nothing like it for miles and miles.”
Andy hummed, setting the tablet on Lloyd’s desk, his face serious as he eyed the other man. “And I bet you’re fucking tickled that I gave you permission to set up shop in my territory.”
Lloyd rolled his eyes. “Yeah, well, you made me work for it and go in halfsies with you, so.”
“You’re welcome,” Andy smirked.
Lloyd scoffed, opening his mouth to likely fire back something Andy would make him regret, but before he could speak a word, his office door flung open and you were forcefully shoved inside.
You squealed as Lloyd’s head of club security–the brute–gave you another shove that had you nearly face planting into the thick, expensive carpet.
“Didn’t I tell you I wasn’t to be interrupted?” Lloyd snarled at said brute.
“Sorry, boss,” he grunted, giving you a lethal glare, “but she caused a scene out on the floor.”
Lloyd’s eyes snapped to you so quickly that you flinched.
“Did she?” The chill in his voice had you cowering in dread as the security guy quickly ducked out of the office, pulling the door closed as he went and shutting you away with your prickly boss.
You were too terrified of Lloyd, and too distressed after what had happened out on the night club floor, to notice the stranger sitting across from Lloyd’s desk.
“This is the thanks I get for hiring your cry baby ass?” Lloyd hissed as he rose from his seat.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Hansen,” you quavered as he rounded his desk and stalked closer. “But… I, I told you, I don’t like to be touched and one of the men out there, he grabbed me and–”
Lloyd didn’t stop his approach until he stood toe-to-toe with you, causing you to visibly tremble as you hugged yourself tightly and kept your head ducked low, your eyes fixed on your feet.
“You’re in a fucking night club, toots, dressed like that, might I add–“ Lloyd scoffed.
“You made me–“ you countered weakly.
“It’s called a work uniform.”
You thought that was a stretch as you eyed your outfit which wasn’t much more than a pair of metallic booty shorts and a sorry excuse for a shirt that nearly had your breasts spilling out the top.
And you weren’t even one of the cage dancers, you were just a server.
“You told me you needed this job, that you were desperate for work,” Lloyd growled.
At that, your head lifted, your gaze frantic as it met Lloyd’s. “I am, I do! Please, I’m sorry–“
Lloyd shook his head. “I can’t have you out there causing a scene anytime the clientele gets a little handsy. That’s part of the job. I mean, what the fuck did you think you were getting into working here?”
“Please, sir, I need this job. I don’t have anything else or anyone or–”
“Oh boo fucking hoo,” Lloyd sneered, dipping his head close and making you recoil. “I gave you a chance. I was more than generous. You get paid well. You get benefits. And this is how you thank me?”
Your chest hitched, a sob working its way up to your throat, because he was right. You had been so obviously out of your depth when you had shown up here for your interview, but you had also been beyond desperate for the gig, for a steady income, to survive.
And now you had gone and fucked it all up because you couldn’t just do what all the other servers did and acclimate to your environment.
“Get out,” Lloyd enunciated slowly before straightening. “And don’t come back.”
“No! Please!” Your voice was pitched with hysteria as panic flared within you.
Because you couldn’t lose this job.
“I can… I can do something else! Anything else!” you cried, trailing behind Lloyd as he turned his back on you and sauntered toward his desk. “I can tend bar or or do inventory or–”
He whirled on you suddenly, making you squeak as you walked right into him and then sharply drew back as if you’d been burnt.
There was a mean glint in Lloyd’s eyes as they slowly trailed over you, in a familiar way that had your belly sinking and your skin crawling.
“The only other use I have for you wouldn’t be ideal since you don’t like being touched, cupcake.” Lloyd made a lewd gesture with his fingers and tongue to get his point across, giving a mean laugh as you hugged yourself tightly and stumbled away from him. “That’s what I thought. I have no use for you. You’re useless. So get fucking gone.”
He turned away, clearly dismissing you, his words reverberating in your head loud enough to drown out all of your panicked thoughts.
Because you were useless.
Your tears finally fell as your devastation consumed you. You would be out of your shitty apartment within weeks if you couldn’t make rent. You’d be back on the streets, needing to do whatever it took just to get by.
You shuddered with dread just thinking about it. Especially in this city.
But you had nowhere else to go. No one to turn to.
You had nothing.
You were nothing.
“GET OUT!” Lloyd’s holler made you snap back to the present moment.
You physically jumped at his raised voice, whimpering before turning on your heel to scurry out of his office, but a quiet, unfamiliar baritone made you freeze in place.
“Wait.”
Lloyd huffed. “Really, Barber? You’re undermining me in my own club?”
“Our club. And I’m not undermining you. Just because you don’t have a use for her, Hansen, doesn’t mean I don’t.”
The tiniest, weakest flare of hope flickered within you as you turned and looked at the man who spoke, not nearly as bold in your gaze as he was.
Even though he was seated, you could tell that he was tall, his posture straight and confident, his shoulders broad beneath the dark suit jacket he wore. His skin was fair and flawless, his face shadowed with a dark, meticulously kept beard that matched the floofy swoop of his brown hair.
But it was his dark blue eyes that made your own gaze linger, and widen.
Because you realized that the stranger wasn’t watching you with a lecherous look like most men you’d come into contact with. His gaze was shining with something new and unfamiliar–sympathy, and calculation.
“Take her out to the car,” he nodded, and another man you didn’t even notice until now materialized from the dark corner of the office.
He was the biggest, broadest man in the room. His hair dark and long enough to curl around his blue, denim shirt collar. He was so big, in fact, that when he stepped toward you, you whimpered again, cowering at the sheer size of him.
“He won’t hurt you,” the stranger with the pretty blue eyes promised. “Go on. We’ll speak once I’m done here.”
You swallowed hard–nervously–but you were nodding before you even realized it, your body picking up on the softness in his tone and gaze before your brain did.
It made zero sense, especially given your history, but you trusted him, instinctively.
So you turned, grateful when the man you assumed was his bodyguard didn’t touch you as he corralled you out of the office and down the back hallway of the club.
Once you were tucked away in the dark, luxurious SUV parked out back, your mind started to spiral again, all the frantic noise inside your head blaring on a loop.
What were you doing?
You didn’t even know this man.
If he was in business with Lloyd, you couldn’t imagine he was much better.
But then you remembered the softness in his voice when he spoke to you. In his gaze when he looked at you.
He saw your fear and desperation and it seemed like maybe he actually wanted to help you.
Lord knew you could use that right about now.
You were startled from your thoughts as the back door opened and the stranger appeared, climbing in beside you. You noticed how he seemed intentional in keeping some distance between you–in respecting your personal space.
It was such a far cry from Lloyd and pretty much every other man you had ever met, that you felt a lump swell in your throat, and you had to look away from his intent gaze to blink the tears from your own.
“What’s your name?” he asked gently.
You took a breath, peeking over at him as you murmured your name.
He gave you a small smile, introducing himself in return. “I’m Andy Barber, it’s a pleasure to meet you, despite the circumstances.”
Your lips trembled into an almost hopeful smile.
“You need work?”
You nodded fervently, so much so that you made yourself dizzy as you breathed, “Yes, sir.”
“Do you have any skills or notable experience?” Andy asked.
And just like that–you wilted.
Because you didn’t. You barely had an education, and your resume was laughable–just a string of odd jobs that never lasted long, and the kind of years-long gap that would make any eyebrow raise.
The only thing you had to offer was what Lloyd alluded to back in his office.
Yourself. Your body.
But you couldn’t do that. You wouldn’t. Not again. Not even if it was your choice this time.
You wouldn’t, you wouldn’t, you wouldn’t.
Andy’s quiet voice broke through your internal spiral–your mindless mental chant–as he told you, “You know, I didn’t start out at the top. I came from nothing. But someone with means saw potential in me. They gave me a chance. So I’m willing to do the same for you.”
And there it was again, that tiny flicker of hope sparking to life in the deep recesses of your tarnished soul.
“Why?” you couldn’t help but ask. “You don’t even know me.”
“I’m very good at reading people, and I think you’re someone capable of loyalty, and that I prize most above all. Skills can be taught, knowledge can be gleaned, but loyalty? Trust? Those are innate and of the utmost value, especially in my world.”
You looked at Andy again and couldn't help but shiver. His poise, his confidence, his direct gaze.
You weren’t quite sure who he was, but you knew that you had somehow stumbled your way into the path of someone important. Someone powerful.
Someone who maybe, if you earned his trust, if you made him proud, he would keep you safe.
And that, to you, was of the utmost value.
So you took a deep, shaky breath before whispering, “I can be loyal.” You swallowed before continuing, “And I can work real hard, no matter what you ask of me,” your voice faltered. “Except… I don’t… please, I’m not–“
Despite your fumbling, Andy seemed to understand where your mind had gone. What fear overtook you now.
You saw him reach for you–perhaps his intention was a comforting touch–but he must have remembered you didn’t like to be touched, because he pulled up short and his hand retreated, resting on his thigh instead.
“That isn’t what this is,” he said gently.
“Okay,” you squeaked, sinking beneath the weight of your relief. “Good. T-thank you.”
You peeked over at him again, feeling unsure but also a little mesmerized. Because Andy Barber was beyond handsome. In fact, he was beautiful, but his eyes… your gaze couldn’t stop returning to his and the softness that resided there.
No one had ever looked at you that way before.
Without vile or cruel intentions aimed your way. Without malice or greed. Without the promise of pain, or worse. So much worse.
“Well, this seems pretty cut and dry to me, and genuinely the most pleasant interview process I’ve ever experienced,” Andy said. “So, you’re hired.” He winked, looking delighted when that got a quiet giggle out of you.
But the sound of your amusement cut off abruptly as the car began to move, and you jolted upright, panicked.
“Relax,” Andy soothed, his fingers twitching against his thigh like he was once again resisting the urge to reach out with a comforting touch. “We’re just driving you home, and then you can come to my place tomorrow and we can discuss how you can best support me,” Andy explained. “Where do you live?”
You didn’t respond for a moment, not so much because you didn’t trust him–didn’t know him–but because you were embarrassed by the answer. But after a beat, you gave it to him anyway.
Andy didn’t wrinkle his nose in disgust or make a judgmental remark like Lloyd had when he read your address on your new hire paperwork. He just relayed the address to his bodyguard, who was driving, before sitting back in his seat.
“Would you be open to relocating?” Andy asked, clearly taking you by surprise. “If I have you assisting me daily, it makes the most sense for you to live on my property.”
“I…” you hesitated, not wanting to spoil this gift so soon after receiving it.
Especially since you had no other prospects.
“I wouldn’t want to intrude,” you said carefully.
Andy’s eyes sparkled at your diplomatic answer. “You wouldn’t be. Most of my staff have quarters at my manor. Like Ari,” he nodded toward the beefy man in the driver’s seat. “Same with my personal chef and butler.”
“Oh,” you murmured, nervously wringing your hands together in your lap.
Because it seemed like Andy had a whole staff under his employ. Not to mention a manor.
Again, you couldn’t help but wonder who he was, whose orbit you had been drawn into.
“Can I think about it, please?” You asked, not wanting to give up all of your minimal autonomy at once.
Not wanting to make what could be a very life-changing decision before you knew Andy better.
“Of course,” he replied easily. “I can show you around tomorrow to help inform your decision. How does that sound?”
“Very generous.”
Andy shot you a small smile, and your belly swooped at the sight before you quickly looked away, your leg jiggling with nerves as Ari steered the SUV onto your street.
The vehicle eased to a stop at the curb just outside of your dingy apartment building, and you found yourself unable to look at Andy–to risk seeing the pity in his eyes.
“Here, why don’t we exchange numbers?” Andy suggested, fishing his cell phone from his inner jacket pocket.
You pulled your own dated device from your back pocket, quickly fulfilling his request before clutching your phone between your sweaty palms.
“I’ll send a driver to pick you up tomorrow at eight thirty, does that work for you?” Andy asked.
“Yes, but you don’t need to,“ you objected. “I can take the bus, or–”
“It’s a safety precaution on my end,” Andy assured you. “I don’t give out my home address to many. Not in my line of work.”
He winked to make light of something serious, and you once again found yourself wondering what–exactly–was Andy’s line of work?
What were you getting yourself into?
But you just as quickly shook that thought away, because this opportunity–Andy’s kindness–it was all you had, and it was truly a gift.
No one had ever done something like this for you before, had given you a chance, a helping hand in a moment when you needed it most.
And you wouldn’t waste it.
So you nodded, mustering a smile despite your anxiety as you told Andy, “I’ll be ready tomorrow at eight thirty.”
“Perfect,” he smiled. “I’ll see you tomorrow then.”
He watched as you opened the car door and slipped outside, hesitating before you turned back to him. Because a new feeling was overriding your nerves now.
Gratitude.
You felt so very thankful for this unexpected opportunity. For Andy’s empathy and belief in you.
You weren’t used to getting help or lucky breaks.
You weren’t used to anyone caring about you in any way at all.
It must have been written all over your face too, all these thoughts swirling inside of you, because Andy’s features softened as he watched you, another one of those small smiles cursing his lips.
“Go get some rest, honey, I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”
Your belly swooped at the term of endearment, and you lingered for a moment, wishing you were good with words, that you could articulate how grateful you were, how much this meant to you. But you finally settled on a very earnest, “Thank you, Mr. Barber.”
“No need to thank me. And call me ‘Andy.’”
Your insides fluttered at his request, and you nodded. “Goodnight, Andy.”
“Goodnight,” he echoed, watching your retreat.
Despite the way you hurried up the front steps and into the entryway, the SUV seemed in no rush to depart, instead idling at the curb until you were safely inside.
You scurried up the four flights of stairs to your unit in a daze, your brain trying to process everything that happened tonight. You were out of your new job at the club, but it seemed like something better could be awaiting you.
Thanks to Andy.
You were terrified to really get your hopes up, because so rarely did things go your way, but this time, weirdly, the excitement–and anticipation to see Andy again–was something you just couldn’t shake…
“Come here, honey.”
The sound of Andy’s voice brought you back to the present moment, your hazy mind surfacing from one of the few pleasant memories you had.
Blinking owlishly, you glanced up to find Andy watching you in soft amusement, his big hand held out toward you.
You slipped your hand into his, allowing Andy to pull you first to your feet, then into his lap.
His arms circled you in an instant, tugging you close as his lips pressed a kiss to your forehead. As you went pliant against him, resting your cheek on his shoulder, he murmured, “We’re going away for a long weekend.”
Your head snapped up in surprise. “We are?”
Andy smiled as he caressed your cheek. “Well, as long as you want to, but it’s why I had you clear my calendar tomorrow. I think some peace, quiet, and nature will do you good.”
You couldn’t suppress your giddy smile if you tried. “We’re going to the lake house then?”
Andy’s smile was more of a grin as he nodded, “I know it’s your favorite.”
“Thank you, Andy!” you squealed, nearly bouncing in his lap as you hugged him and pressed a kiss to his beardy cheek.
Andy’s eyes twinkled at your sweet excitement. As you went to pull away, his fingers caught your chin, staying your retreat as his eyes ignited in a way that had a surge of warmth pooling low in your belly.
Slowly, his gaze meeting yours and not shying away, Andy pulled you in for a real kiss. The kind of kiss that made it impossible to catch your breath because you could feel with each and every press of Andy’s lips against yours how much he loved you, cherished you, wanted you.
You were nearly panting once he pulled away, your eyes dazed enough to make him smile.
“You never need to thank me for taking care of you,” Andy hummed, touching his lips to your forehead. “For treating you the way you deserve.” His next kiss warmed your cheek, then he placed a final kiss on the other before pulling away at last. “Why don’t you go pack?”
“I will, in a little while, but first, can we just…” You sank against him, loosely clinging to him as you nuzzled your cheek against his chest. “Stay like this for a little while?”
“We can stay this way for as long as you want,” Andy promised, his big hand touching your back before settling into a slow, soothing rhythm–up and down, up and down–making you go even more pliant against him.
Humming your content, you allowed your eyes to flutter shut, truly feeling your exhaustion for the first time all day.
But you felt something else alongside it, something that–once upon a time, but not so long ago–you never would have thought you would ever feel…
As Andy’s soft, musky scent filled your nose, as his warm, reassuring touch smoothed up and down your back, as you tucked your face against the crook of his neck and breathed in as deep, you felt truly and unequivocally safe.
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