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Kinktober Prompt 18: Blackmail w/Andy Barber

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader Word Count: 7,651 (WHAT THE FUCK???) Summary: You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dub con. Blackmail. Mention of minor character death. Hand job. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected sex. Soft!dark Andy Barber. AU. Dark fic. 18+

A/N: Hellooo, my pretties! So this fic is based on a dream I had a few of months ago. It was originally about mob!Steve, but the more I mulled over this idea and hoed with @angrythingstarlight the more I was like fuck, I need to write me some mob!Andy! Also also, we’re playing with soft!dark here, and I will always and forever credit @giorno-plays-piano for that concept living rent free in my brain 🥴🥴 Enjoy! I love you! Also I can’t believe I’m still writing Kinktober fics in January. Maybe I’ll just draw it out till Kinktober 2021 at this point 👀

P.S. Y/F/N = Your father’s name

It was only a few days after you buried your father when you woke to the sound of gunshots in your family manor.

You blinked into the darkness of your room, listening so hard–so intently–that the silence was deafening.

Then the sound of raised voices from downstairs rose up. Your mother’s anguished cry. Your younger brother’s frightened shouts. Gruff male voices that you didn’t recognize.

You were moving before your brain caught up with your body, the satin of your short sleep dress pulling against your thighs as you slid from bed.

You were careful as you slipped from your room, knowing the converted attic, and the back stairway that led down into the pantry hall behind the kitchen, could be noisy and draw attention, which was the last thing you wanted.

Especially since you didn’t know what you were walking into.

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tsalyani

8 months ago

As a writer I need everyone to know that whenever I write "exchanged glances" my intent is this

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tsalyani

2 years ago

Once Upon a Time

Pairing: Librarian!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: Happily Ever After begins in the subway. Word Count: Almost 1.7k Warnings: First meeting, swearing, unwanted advances, slight fluff, protective Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: I need another AU like a hole in the head, but Nix's edit inspired me. @11thstreetvigilante, @sweeterthanthis , @dreamlessinparis , @musingsinmoonlight , thank you for helping me bring him to life. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Edit by Nix, divider by @rookthorne and banner by yours truly. Poem by the lovely @maladaptivexxdaydreaming from these prompts.

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You met Bucky Barnes on an ordinary night in a quiet subway car.

There weren't many people around, which gave you a chance to sit on an empty bench and enjoy the relatively quiet ride after the long work day.

It never bothered you to ride alone. The restaurant you were meeting your friends at was only a few stops away and it was cheaper than a cab.

Your mom told you more than once that it wasn't safe, but you argued that neither was walking home by yourself at night. Plus, you carried pepper spray.

"If you had a boyfriend to walk you home, I wouldn't worry so much."

While you understood her reasoning, your last relationship fizzled almost as quickly as it began and that was over six months ago. You didn't need a reminder that you were single.

You briefly glanced up from your phone and reminded yourself to at least be aware of your surroundings. Which was how you found yourself staring at a handsome man standing a few feet away.

He was tall from what you could see and broad across the chest. From a casual glance, you made out that he had blue eyes behind the glasses perched on his nose.

The brunette turned the page of the book he was holding and you couldn't help but stare at his massive hands. The leather glove that covered his left hand matched his jacket.

You had to smile when you realized he was leaning against the door which specifically said not to. The leather and relaxed stance added to the allure that maybe he was the kind of man to break the rules.

The book of poetry in his hand that you recognized, however, suggested that he was a thoughtful, deep man. Maybe he was all of those things.

If he noticed you staring, he didn't say anything. That gave you a few more seconds to ponder on how soft his short hair was before you looked away.

You couldn't remember the last time someone grabbed your attention so quickly. He hadn't even spoken to you.

Dream on. Happily Ever After doesn't begin in the subway.

If not, why did you look up to find him gazing at you? And why did he have a small smile on his face?

Don't say anything. A man that handsome probably has someone at home waiting to feel that scruff between their thighs.

"I have that book," you said before you could stop yourself.

I hope that didn't sound like a line.

"My heart beats slowly when you look at me. When your eyes meet mine, my breath stops."

Though you were only quoting a part of a poem to him, the words rang true: You felt like you couldn't breathe as your eyes met.

His small smile stretched into a grin and you found yourself smiling back before the subway lurched to a stop.

Whatever moment transpired between the two of you faded as the door closest to you opened. You also noticed the smile on the stranger's face faded quickly as a man stumbled in and over to the empty spot beside you.

"Hey, sweet thing," the guy smirked as he threw an arm over your shoulders. "I'm Blake."

The man had an athletic build and was good-looking, but the alcohol on his breath and leering gaze created a pit in your stomach.

"Hey yourself," you said. You carefully removed his arm and scooted away until you hit the end of the bench.

The guy didn't take the hint and he inched closer. "Nice dress."

You smiled, not wanting to cause any trouble. "Thanks."

"Bet it would look nice on my floor."

Those lines don't work on me, buster.

"It looks better in my hamper, trust me," you said as you grasped the pole beside you and stood up before he could put his arm around you again.

"What's the rush, sweet thing?"

"My stop is coming up."

"If you need help getting off, I'm happy to lend a hand."

"No thanks. I have two of my own," you smiled.

The handsome stranger either snorted at your joke or found a funny passage in his book.

Blake, on the other hand, didn't seem to take the joke well as he got to his feet. "I'm just being friendly. No need to be a bitch."

The sound of whirring metal distracted you from the insult. At least, that's what you thought the sound was.

"I'm not being a bitch. My stop is-"

"Coming up. Yeah, yeah, yeah," he said, nearly falling into you as you tried to back up more. You had nowhere to go. "If you're so nice, let me walk you home."

"No, thank you," you said with a grimace as he gripped your hip to steady himself. "Maybe you should sit back down."

"Only if you sit on my lap," he smirked, making the pit in your stomach grow. "C'mon, sweet thing. You can miss your stop."

"I said 'no'," you said louder, reaching into your bag for your pepper spray.

Mom, if you can sense this or if I ever tell you this story, don't say "I told you so".

"Sit down."

The low tone from the handsome stranger made you and Blake look his way. You felt like you couldn't breathe again when you saw the anger in his eyes.

"This doesn't concern you, asshole," Blake snapped.

"She asked you to sit down. I suggest you do as she says."

Blake let go of your hip, but didn't get out of your personal space. "Fuck off."

The stranger sighed as he closed his book and pushed himself away from the door. "Sit. Down." He said, his voice lower than before.

"Or what?"

You didn't speak as your knight in leather jacket armor removed his glasses and tucked them in his pocket. "You wanna find out?"

Oh, shit. Please, don't fight. And why is it making me swoon that he's defending me?

Blake wasn't small by any means, but he didn't carry the power that your hero did. He took three steps forward and that was enough for the jerk to back away.

"Whatever. Bitch probably doesn't put out anyway."

"Excuse me?" you asked. Why did turning someone's advances down make you a bitch?

"Do you mind holding this, please?" the man's voice warmed as he held his book out for you. Once you took it from his hand, he turned his attention to Blake.

"What the fuck?" he shouted when the brunette grabbed his hand, the one that gripped your hip, and twisted.

"Apologize," he ordered, twisting a bit more to make Blake yelp. "Now."

"Fuck, I'm sorry! Let go, let go!" Blake cried.

"It's fine," you said as the subway began to come to a stop. "Really, I'm fine."

The stranger let go of Blake's hand and shoved him back onto the bench. "Next time someone tells you to back off, listen. And you better not get off at this stop, you understand me?"

"Got it," he said, not making eye contact as he rubbed his wrist.

The door opened for your stop and you wished you had a little bit longer to talk to the man who defended you. "Thank you," you said.

He took the book from your hand and you couldn't help but shiver as your fingertips touched his. "It was nothing."

"Sorry, this is me," you said, gripping the bag on your shoulder as you turned to get off.

I wish I didn't have to go.

"This is me, too," you heard behind you as you stepped off the train.

"Oh," you smiled when he walked beside you. Though he was tall and clearly strong, he didn't scare you. "I really do appreciate your help."

"It was nothing," he said again, putting his left hand back in his pocket. "I saw you reaching into your bag for something, so I'm sure you could've handled him."

You nodded, thankful that he paid attention. Most would've ignored the situation. "Pepper spray."

"He would've deserved it," he chuckled.

"He would've," you giggled as you got to the top of the steps.

"I'm Bucky," he said.

You smiled and introduced yourself, falling into a comfortable silence as he walked beside you toward the restaurant. "Thanks for waking me here."

"Oh," he sounded disappointed, but nodded. "Have a good rest of the night."

Take a chance. Say something.

"Bucky?" you asked before he could walk away. "I know you said it was nothing, but I'd like to repay you somehow for stepping in."

"You don't owe me anything."

"I want to," you said, not wanting to say you just wanted a reason to see him again. "Please?"

He took his wallet out of his back pocket to get you a card. "You wouldn't happen to have a pen, would you?"

"Oh, yeah," you said, digging one out of your bag to give to him.

"I work at the Abraham Library," he explained as he held the card and wrote something down that you couldn't see. "We could always use volunteers."

"I love to read and I'd love to help out," you promised, glancing at the front of the card with his name, number and email address after he handed it to you.

"I'll make sure it's a shift where I'm working," he said, giving you back your pen as well.

"Perfect," you smiled, gesturing to the restaurant. "I should go. I hope you have a good rest of the night, too."

"Hope to see you soon, doll."

You smiled as you headed toward the door and looked back over your shoulder. He stood there with a matching smile and didn't walk away until you went inside.

You felt light on your feet as you went to the hostess station. As you told her the name for the reservation, you looked down at the card still in your hand and flipped it over with a gasp.

"The night I beg you not let the sun rise."

It was the next part of the poem you recited to him.

Maybe this is the start of my Happily Ever After.

We'll see the new lovebirds again soon. Love and thanks for reading!

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tsalyani

8 months ago

I cannot with this man, I hate and want him at the same time 😭

Intrusion

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 2,255 Summary: After your brother is assassinated, his murderer decides to have a little fun with you. Warnings: AU probably. Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dark!Lloyd. Home invasion. Mentions of minor character murder. Non con. Vaginal fingering. Unprotected sex. Pussy slapping. Cream pie. Lloyd's the worst tbh.

A/N: Uh. This "drabble" got out of hand. SORRY NOT SORRY! 😘

One moment you were sleeping peacefully, and the next, you were jolting awake at the sound of yelling and gunfire.

You heard all hell break loose as your brother’s security team responded to whatever threat had reached his front door, and you scurried into the closet in the corner of your room, trying your best to muffle your frightened sobs with your hands.

It’s all for naught, as moments later, once the manor has gone eerily quiet, your closet door was wrenched open and you were yanked out by your arm before being dragged downstairs to your brother’s home office.

You cried out as you were roughly thrown to the floor, your face landing inches away from a pair of perfectly shined leather shoes.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here? Looks like we've caught ourselves a sweet, little prize, huh?”

You could hear the glee in the unfamiliar voice, scrambling to a sit as the man crouched before you.

It was the dark burn of his gaze taking its time to survey you—to leer at you in your little cotton sleep dress—that had you shivering with dread as you pulled your knees to your chest and curled in on yourself.

You stared back at him for a moment, your eyes big, frightened, and shimmering with tears as you quickly drank in his pale skin, dark hair, and the ridiculous, thick mustache that detracted from his otherwise handsome features.

“What’s your name, pumpkin?” He purred, touching his tongue to his teeth as his eyes lingered on your bare legs.

At your silence, he grinned, bright blue eyes finally meeting yours.

He leaned in, pointing to himself with the gun in his hand as he said, “I’m Lloyd, and you are...“

You jerked as the gun gestured toward you, trembling your name at his expectant look.

“Mmm, that’s a pretty name. A pretty name for a stunning woman.”

Lloyd gave you another lecherous once over before rising to his feet and sauntering to the drink cart adjacent to your brother's desk. He poured himself a generous tumbler of your brother’s good brandy before taking a gulp.

“You the girlfriend?” He guessed. “Mistress? One night stand?”

You blinked at him, your wide gaze pulled away by the other men—the soldiers—lingering around the periphery of the room.

Suddenly Lloyd was filling your vision, crouching before you looking mean as he touched the end of his gun beneath your chin, eyes glittering at your whimper as he directed your gaze back to him.

“Don’t look at them, cupcake, look at me. I’m the one in charge.” He leaned in close, his next words a warm puff against your lips. “I’m the one you gotta sweet talk into sparing your life.”

“Boring,” Lloyd huffed at your ongoing silence before snapping at his men, “Out! All of you. Get the fuck out!”

They were quest as they retreated, and despite how terrifying they all were—especially armed to the teeth—you somehow felt more afraid, more unsafe, now left all alone with Lloyd.

He must have been able to read the realization on your face, because he snickered.

“Answer my question.” He snapped your brother’s name. “You his girl?“

You couldn’t help it as your face scrunched in disgust and you shook your head quickly. “He’s my brother.”

“Was,” Lloyd smirked.

And suddenly there was a lump lodged in your throat as more tears blurred your vision and you shook harder. “H-he’s dead?”

“Yep,” Lloyd popped the p on his answer, tapping two fingers to the center of his forehead. “Good ole kill shot. It was quick and painless, in case that’s any consolation.”

You stared at him, horrified—heartbroken—as more tears leaked down your cheeks.

“Fuck, you’re pretty,” Lloyd sighed, his eyes falling down the length of you for a long beat.

When they snapped back to yours, they were even darker than before, gleaming with a deviant kind of malice that made your blood run cold.

“Now I need to decide what to do with you.” He tapped a finger to his lips, as if in thought, before announcing, “Ah ha! I’ve got an idea.”

He lunged closer, grabbing your arm and yanking you against his chest. He chuckled at your chirp of fear, the way you went stock still as he gently caressed your cheek with his gun.

“You have a choice, pumpkin: you can get fucked by this,” he pressed the gun beneath your chin, hard enough to make you whine in pain as his lips hovered over yours, his eyes excited. “Or, you can get fucked by my big, fat cock.”

“N-no, please!” You shook your head, blinking a fresh wave of tears down your cheeks.

“Better pick, clock's ticking,” Lloyd grinned at you. “What’s it gonna be? This loaded gun with the safety off,” he laughed at your sob. “Or this big, fat cock,” he cupped the growing bulge at the front of his pants. “And a load of my cum?”

When you only cried harder, shaking your head as “please” rained from your lips in a desperate chant, Lloyd growled.

His hold on your arm tightened hard enough to make you cry out as he jerked you against his chest.

“Pick, now,” he hummed softly, nuzzling your nose with his. “Before you end up like your brother.” He groaned as you trembled against him, licking the tears from your cheek before pressing a scratchy kiss there. “Pick.”

It wasn’t much of a choice, and you both knew it, but still—despite your impending violation—you didn’t want to die.

“Y-you,” you quavered, barely above a whisper. “I pick you.”

“Good girl,” Lloyd cooed, leaning back enough that he could see you and meet your gaze when he tipped your face up to his. He smirked as he told you, “But I’m gonna need to hear you say it.”

At your furrowed brow, he snickered.

“Tell me you want my big, fat cock.”

You barely shook your head before Lloyd’s hand gripped your throat hard, a tic in his jaw popping and his eyes blazing like fire as he snarled, “Say it.”

“I—“ your voice broke, a wave of humiliation—of shame—washing over you as you whispered, “I w-want your big, fat cock.”

Lloyd’s laugh was a quiet, gravelly rumble. “Oh, I’m more than happy to give it to you.”

You were on your back before you could even process his words, watching with big eyes as Lloyd slid his gun into the holster at his side before shrugging off his jacket. His biceps bulged against the short sleeves of his polo shirt as he stretched out over you, until his face hovered inches over yours and his warm breath fanned across your lips.

“You really are a pretty thing,” he hummed, gently caressing your warm cheek with his knuckle and huffing a laugh as you flinched. “You’re gonna keep your eyes on me the entire time. Nod if you understand.”

Your nod was more of a jerky bob of your head that had Lloyd smirking.

“Good girl,” he rumbled, his big hand wandering lower, making a detour to roughly grope your breast. “Wish I had more time to play with these, but we’re on a schedule.”

You couldn’t help but shove against Lloyd’s stomach as his hand reached the hem of your sleep dress, sneaking beneath it then between your thighs.

“Please don’t,” you pled on a whisper, more tears spilling over as you stared up at him in horror.

“Aren’t you just the most precious thing ever,” Lloyd teased. “I’m just giving you what you want, what you begged for.”

“I don’t want this.”

“You want it more than the alternative, don’t you?” He paused the wicked descent of his hand, his gaze challenging.

Your own flickered to the gun at his side, and you shuddered at the thought of what he had suggested, a few more tears dripping down your face as you stopped trying to shove Lloyd away and went pliant beneath him instead.

“That’s what I thought,” he sang, booping your nose with a grin.

Then his hand was at your panties and twisting hard, the sound of the fabric ripping deafening, and the harsh pull of it against your skin making you yip in pain.

You went rigid as Lloyd’s long, thick fingers tickled along the cut of you. He tutted at the dry state of your cunt, his dark gaze boring into yours as he started to rub at your clit, his fingers caressing along your folds and dipping between them, teasing your hole until your body started to respond.

To betray you.

“There you go, knew you could do it,” Lloyd husked as your cunt responded to his touch, arousal seeping from you, making you cry harder—riddled with shame—as Lloyd shoved two fingers into you without warning.

Your back bowed as a pained cry spilled from your lips and you pushed against his chest again, whining at the harsh burn inside you as his fingers stroked and pressed and invaded.

“Don’t think I’ve ever felt a cunt this tight,” Lloyd groaned, rutting against you to relieve the ache in cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna enjoy this.”

You were so relieved when Lloyd’s fingers retreated, that you didn't quite process the rustle and clink of him undoing his belt, unzipping his pants, and retrieving his cock.

A beat later, the head of him caught at your entrance and your eyes went wide as they met his. “Wait—“

Lloyd did the opposite, driving into you on one deep, brutal stroke, moaning at the way your sweet body seemed to welcome him home—where he was meant to be—as you sobbed and shook beneath him.

He wasted no time, settling into a hard, fast pace, rutting into you wildly–roughly–jerking your body against the cold, unforgiving floor as he shoved into you over and over again.

Another broken whimper spilled from you, and Lloyd laughed, dropping his forehead to yours as he murmured against your lips, “Told you it was big and fat. You can barely take me.”

He nipped at your bottom lip hard before licking it, his hips pounding into you ruthlessly as his rhythm began to falter.

When his hand dropped and his fingers began to rub at your clit, making something other than pain bloom deep within you and spread quickly, you cried harder, your hand clawing at his wrist as if your timid touch could stop his, stop what was about to happen.

“Yeah, give it to me,” Lloyd laughed as your body arched up against his without your permission. “Come on, pumpkin. Let me feel you cum around my cock.”

Shaking your head, you turned away from him, squeezing your eyes shut as you teetered on the edge.

“Bad girl,” Lloyd husked against your ear, “I told you to keep your eyes on me. Doesn’t really matter though, you’re still gonna give me what I want.”

His lips trailed along the side of your neck, and then his teeth bit at your skin, not hard enough to make you bleed, but hard enough to startle you, to tip you over the edge.

You were cumming before you even realized what was happening, your cry anguished—betrayed—as your body trembled and your cunt pulsed.

“Fuck, that’s it, sweetness, squeeze my cock.”

Lloyd stilled to enjoy the feel of your pussy clenching and clamping around him, and then once your body sagged beneath him, boneless and at full surrender, he really went at you.

The sound of your coupling rose up around you, Lloyd’s grunts and groans making your cheeks burn with a renewed, shameful fire as he slid a rough palm against your face and turned your glassy, tearful gaze his way.

You stared into those dark blue, evil eyes of his as Lloyd reached his peak. As he gave a few final, lingering ruts, throbbing within you and filling you with his cum, shoving it as deep as he could as he hummed his pleasure—his triumph over you—and didn’t stop fucking you until he was completely spent.

“Goddamn,” he sighed, sagging against you. “That’s one grade A pussy.”

Lloyd took a moment to catch his breath and then he pushed up over you and pulled out, smirking as you gasped and clenched your thighs together.

“No,” he snapped, shoving your legs apart and putting your glistening pussy on lewd display.

He watched, waiting, and then he grinned big as his cum slowly dribbled from your cunt.

“Mmm, look at that. You may be pretty as fuck, but this messy pussy is a goddamn stunner.”

You jerked and whimpered as he gave your cunt a harsh slap, smearing his seed all around and laughing as you rolled away and curled in on yourself.

You were hugging your knees to your chest and choking on a sob when Lloyd finally rose to his feet, redressing and smoothing his hair back into place.

“Let’s go, pumpkin, up and at ‘em, we have a flight to catch.”

He grinned as your startled gaze flew to him.

“What? You didn’t think I’d actually let you go, did you?”

He crouched before you, gently gripping your chin between his thumb and forefinger and inspected your devastated gaze, the betrayal shining in your eyes.

“You did, didn't you? God, you really are too fucking precious for words, aren’t you?” he cooed. And then he smirked and leaned in real close as he hummed, “You have two more holes for me to ruin, pretty girl, and I can’t fucking wait.”

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