Share Your Blessings • Mob!Steve X Reader X Mob!Bucky

My Dear Birdie

Summary: Anselm Vogelweide is charmed by you and his strangeness turns you on

Contents: 🔥 18+ nsfw and very smutty, sex w/ humor, sex toys, exhibitionism, mention of drugs, p in v, butt stuff, food stuff (~2.8k)

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It had begun as a joke. A friend of a friend had said, "do you want to meet the weirdest guy that anyone has ever met. Ever?"

"Yes?" You'd said.

And that's how you'd entered Anselm Vogelweide’s social sphere. 

And he was as advertised. Old-fashioned suits and way of speaking, unnecessarily old leg brace and glasses. His dark black and gray hair parted neatly, but still a bit wild, and a beard that moved as much as his lips when he talked. Surrounded by a group of people that, well, it was hard to say if some of them were even human people.

Despite the affectations, he was devastatingly handsome to you and had a magnetism you hadn’t known existed.

"But you are so delicate," he had said with a smile as you'd shaken his hand for the first time. "My dear little birdie."

"Says a guy with Vogel in his last name," you'd mumbled.

He held your hand, put his other on top of it, gently stroking your skin. "My dear birdie, might you know anything about crime?"

You tried to remember to ask your friend, how their friend, had come to know this insanely rich oddball. He was clearly up to no fucking good.

You looked at Anselm, trying to focus on the one, clear lens of his glasses. "Oh sure I majored in organized crime. Minor in destruction of evidence."

Anselm laughed. A strange, rusty sound. "Oh, dear birdie, you are very naughty."

And that had made you laugh.

He'd invited you to keep him company the next weekend. You’d been visiting him for almost a year off and on.

His library was like something out of a dream; huge illustrated botany books, German fairy tales with gold leaf embossing, careful notes in the margins of several editions of Anna Karenina, and shelves and shelves of very dirty, very specific books. 

Like you'd read one where a seven-dicked God had been tricked into impregnating an entire harem of beautiful, soft-skinned, half-plant women with three or four breasts each. And it had drawings.

There was something about Anselm. He’d never made a move on you, though you knew he had women or men brought to the estate sometimes.

He stared at you whenever you were in the room. You could tell by the way his eyes watched you that the man knew his way around someone else's body. Yours was born female, but you knew it made no difference to him. He liked you.

Maybe it was because of the accident he never talked about. His own body didn’t work so well. Not that you’d thought about how his body worked. Ahem

The skin on the left half of his body was scarred and made it difficult for him to hear from that side. Every once in awhile, his breathing got away from him.

He wore a creaky leg brace and once, when one of his lackeys had suggested he should use a cane, Anselm had shot the guy in the leg.

“Now you need one,” he’d said dryly.

It shouldn’t have been normal to watch something like that, but Anselm had no interest in normal. And you found that, surprisingly, you didn’t either.

“Dear birdie, come bend over my desk,” he says to you one evening as you sit on the sofa in his study, reading. His words are slowly drawn out, his strange accent turning his cadence warm and intimate.

“What?” You look over at him. He’d just finished a drink and had made the request as if it was something you did all the time instead of completely out of left field.

“Don’t you think it’s time that we stop being so patient with each other? I have been fucking women who look like you for three months now. It is not satisfying anymore. I must, I must, have the real thing.”

You close the book and lay it on the couch. You look across from you, to where Anselm’s third cousin is sitting, pretending not to listen, and one of Anselm’s bodyguards is looking at the exchange with interest.

“Anselm, can we be alone?” You say as you stand.

He flicks his fingers at the sofa and the two other men leave as you approach Anselm’s desk. He strokes his beard, taking in your figure with a deep inhale.

“Bend over the edge of my desk and let me bury myself in you.“

“Whoa, Anselm,” you hold up your hand, “what brought all of this on? We’ve known each other for months now. I kind of assumed you weren’t interested in fucking me.”

He tut-tuts you with his tongue, one finger wagging back and forth at you. “Fucking is fucking, dear birdie. But with you, I had to be patient. I have not gotten to where I am in life by refusing to put in a little effort.”

“Living proof that crime does pay, sometimes.”

He ignores you and continues. “And I have put in so much effort for you, for one so small in stature. You have noticed my gestures. And I have noticed that you have noticed. I have seen your eyes stroking my cock, you naughty thing. You shouldn’t tease.” He pats the leather top of his desk.

“Okay, I have been doing that, yeah,” you say.

“I treasure your honesty. And you. Not only your mind, but I’m sure, also your body.”

You’d never thought of your body in any particular way. In fact, it had been awhile since you’d been with anyone. You’d been busy. And here was Anselm, with his strange praise and alluring invitation.

You walk around his desk and, still sitting, he pulls you in closer, stroking your shoulders and arms, down your legs, before turning you by the hips to face his desk. You bend over prettily for him and grip the far edge. He sighs as if he can finally relax. You hear his chair scrape as he positions it directly behind you.

“You are a comfort to me,” he says as he unbuttons your jeans and pulls them down carefully with your underwear.

“Thank you,” you say quietly. “I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you.”

“I will not be offended that you sound so surprised.”

You shrug.

“Look at you. Perfection. You smell of sex.” You feel his breath between your legs as he talks, a slight brush of his soft beard. “Let me clean you with my tongue.”

He uses his fingers to pull the lips of your cunt apart and he wastes no time diving in, tongue-first, moaning. You feel the cold of his glasses press against the flesh of your ass as he digs his tongue as far as it can go, his beard lighting up every nerve ending you have. He swirls his tongue around and around, before sucking gently while tonguing your hole, his thumb working back the hood of your clit to make you hiss and squirm.

“Anselm,” you say.

“Be still,” he says, giving your ass a firm pat. His thumb grazes over your asshole. “May I?”

A knock at the door jolts you, but Anselm holds you firmly with his hands.

“Business, dear birdie,” he says. “Do you mind?”

He licks you again, from your clit all the way back to your rim, the tip of his tongue playfully poking at your hole.

“I don’t mind,” you say.

“Come in,” Anselm yells loudly. “Be quick or I will shoot you,” he tells the butler who comes in.

The man sets down a silver tray stacked with strapped cash. A cookie on a white linen napkin is perched on top. The butler is straight-faced and he’s probably seen much stranger while working in Anselm’s household. 

“Ah, yes, my winnings,” Anselm says, mouth still between your legs, making you squirm, “but take the cookie with you. Chocolate chip cookies do not go with beautifully wet cunt.” He lifts his head long enough to yell at the butler. “GET THE FUCK OUT. No one has any respect for my time,” he says to you, through your pussy.

You’re having trouble catching your breath. Anselm’s lips and tongue are sucking and teasing you like you are his last meal on Earth. Even though a butler you’ve only seen a few times was just watching you get eaten out, you’re coming. Hard. Your fingers dig into the edge of his desk, thighs shaking, throat burning from moaning so loudly. Your brain goes completely white as pleasure seizes your muscles.

Anselm is just lapping and licking at you, humming over every drop you give him, licking down your thighs to catch anything he’s missed.

Finally, once your lungs actually work again and your body has relaxed over his desk, even though your hips are digging into the wooden edge, he sits back in his chair.

He gently taps your legs aside so he can open the top drawer of his desk. He shuffles around in it for a bit before closing it and standing, leaning his body over yours to show you what he’s retrieved.

“I would like to put this in your ass while I fuck you,” he says.

You narrow your eyes at it. “Is that a dildo made of wood?”

“It’s an antique,” he says delightedly, running his fingers over the carved ridges of its length. 

Your eyes shift to his face and you just barely resist making a joke that would surely have pissed him off.

He frowns. “Cold in here. I shall warm it for you.” 

He rolls it between the palms of his hands and you have to bite your top lip to keep from laughing.

“This is one that I enjoy myself immensely,” he says. “There is no craftsmanship in sex toys these days. Mass produced intimacy. I’ve already had a custom harness sent from Italy to restrain you in. I’m sure it will fit. I’m very good with visual weights and measurements. You know, I made most of my early money in cocaine.”

He reaches back into the drawer for a bottle of lube and coats the wooden length liberally, using what’s left on his hands to tease you and make sure you’re ready for him.

Anselm looks at your holes. “Perhaps I should do this the other way around,” he looks at the dildo. “No, next time.”

He rests the tip of the dildo at your asshole. You nod your permission. 

As he pushes the dildo slowly into you, working it past your initial resistance and then letting it sink in completely, he moans just as deeply as you do. You hear him undo his belt and pants. Another metallic sound that you assume is dispatching with his brace, which you’re grateful for because if he creaked as he fucked you, you didn’t know if you’d be able to come again. 

Or maybe, you’d have a hard time without it now that you’d thought of it. Next time, as Anselm had said.

He runs the searing hot length of his cock along your inner thighs, which is a kindness because if he’d gone straight to shoving it inside of you, you might have fallen asleep waiting for him to get balls deep. No wonder he felt the freedom to be so strange. He’s filthy rich and has a dick the size of your forearm.

Anselm is slow and steady as you tense, then remember to relax, then clench around him as he fills you, relaxing again so the head of his cock can shove your walls open for the rest of him to slide inside. He’s so thick that the edges of your little hole sting and burn around him, but it only adds to how good he feels inside of you.

You’re brainless before he gets even halfway. He shifts you forward, your feet leaving the ground so you’re laying, bent over, completely at his mercy. Anselm lifts you up enough to slide one of his hands under your sweater and palm your breast. His other hand hooks over your face, two of his fingers sliding into your mouth, cradling against the inside of your cheek to better pull you against him. But gently, everything strangely gentle.

“You are a big girl and can tell me if you have had enough, yes?” He whispers into your ear. “You need only ask me to stop. I will give you the cookie that imbecile left here in my office and you can be on your way.”

You swallow the spit that has gathered in your mouth. “Don’t stop,” you say around Anselm’s fingers. 

He kisses your cheek and rolls his hips forward, giving you the rest of him and knocking every single molecule of air out of your lungs. In fact, you were pretty sure his dick was up there somewhere resting against your sternum. The wooden dildo in your ass ensures that your entire body feels snug and tight around him. So full and so good.

You hold tight onto the edges of Anselm’s desk, trying to push back for more, or at least hold still enough to encourage him to fuck you harder. And then he withdraws slightly, and more, and back in and good lord, feeling this much pleasure was going to do permanent brain damage.

Drool drips out of you where his fingers are inside of your mouth. It drips down your chin and onto his desk. Your eyes are rolled back in your head and you are grunting like an animal as he starts pounding into you, praising how soft and tight you are, how the sound of your wet hole is a symphony he’s going to record and play as he sleeps at night, how he wants to hear your moans in every room of the mansion, how he wants to eat his meals from the space between your breasts, how he wants to put a candle in your asshole and light it because it’s his birthday soon, and to tell him what you would want for your birthday next year. He hoped it was More.Of.This. His words punctuated by his sharp thrusts.

And you think you agree to everything because your cunt is squeezing around him like his dick is pure electricity, overstimulating your nerves and spasming your entire body. You can’t even speak, but you do love hearing how filthy he’s going to make you be for him.

God, is that wet sound echoing through the room you? It is. And Anselm is right. You want to record it and hear it too. So you can come in your sleep to dreams of him fucking his enormous cock into you just like this.

Anselm slows his hips, pushing up your sweater to below your breasts. He lays a hand gently on your lower back. You turn your head to look at him. He has a look on his face you’ve never seen. It isn’t tolerance or fondness, or his usual huffy impatience, or even the look of appreciation he has for your witty quips or when you wear a particular outfit he likes. Anselm is looking at you softly, with love.

“Please, let me finish on your beautiful skin,” he asks, beard moving in a way that tells you his lips are trembling slightly.

You almost come again as he pulls out, your walls sucking on the head of his cock like your body doesn’t want him to ever leave. He rests himself along your lower back.

Anselm starts to work the dildo in and out of your asshole as you feel him use his hand to pull himself toward orgasm. He works the dildo faster and you come again, clenching around the ridges carved into the wood, cunt squeezing tightly on nothing but your own skin and wetness. Anselm groans loudly and you feel him coming messily all over you before letting a pool of his cum gather in the dip of your lower back.

He runs his hand over your hair, taking in a deep breath as you blink and try to get your eyes to focus again. 

Anselm reaches over toward the stack of money still on his desk and takes the cookie off the top. You hear him take a bite of it and chew. You rest your head, not sure if you’ll have the energy to move your body ever again.

A scratching sensation drags through the cum on your back. Anselm clears his throat and leans forward to present you with the other half of the chocolate chip cookie, slightly shiny around the edges. You lean forward and he feeds it to you, wiping the outer corner of your mouth with his thumb.

It’s the best thing you’ve ever tasted in your entire life.

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Leave It On- a continuation of My Dear Birdie

yet another sugar daddy Ari 🥺🫣🥵🥵✨

warnings: age gap, daddy!kink, spanking, sugar daddy Ari, smut, minors dni, 18+

Ari loved showing you off. He loved taking you to his stuffy charity galas and parading you around like you were his little trophy girlfriend — which you were. Well, you were actually his sugar baby, but same difference. The bottom line was that he loved showing you off to other men who desired you and women who were jealous of you.

He’d buy you a pretty little dress — either an elegant gown or a strappy little cocktail dress, depending on the occasion — and it was always tight. He’d also cover you in glittering diamonds, and inform you to never leave his side unless he said so, or else. He’d press his hand to the small of your back and cart you around like you were his property, and you loved every second of it.

Tonight’s dress was form-fitted satin in the most gorgeous deep nude shade. Indecently short enough that several women had already given you disapproving looks. Not that you cared. What did it matter that Ari preferred to dress you in as little as possible? He liked making you wear barely-there dresses that showed off your curves, and he never allowed you to wear a bra because he liked the way your nipples would poke through the fabric. And panties? Forget about it.

But that didn’t mean you wouldn’t be bratty tonight. Seeing Ari looking so delicious in his three piece suit with his long hair combed back? Oh, of course you’d be a little daring.

“Daddy, this event is stuffy and boring,” you complain, running your manicured nails up and down the lapels of his expensive suit. You knew deep down he loved how high maintenance you were, and he’d happily fund your frequent hair appointments, manicures, pedicures, makeup, clothes… anything you wanted.

“Boring?” Ari quirks a brow, rubbing your back soothingly, “you want to go home, baby? You feeling okay?”

Ugh. Of course he wasn’t just your sugar daddy who fucked you good and paid for anything you could ever want. Of course he had to be the nicest guy on earth too. But you took that as a challenge to push him to his limit.

“No, but I wish your friends weren’t so boring.”

Ari pinches your ass, “don’t be a brat, princess.”

That was code for: be brattier, so daddy can punish you.

You stick your chin up, “Maybe I should go hang out with Mr. Barber over there. He looks kinda lonely, doesn’t he? I heard he’s no longer with his wife…”

That comment has you bent over the sink in the ladies’ bathroom (which was thankfully empty). And okay, so maybe you shouldn’t have brought up Ari’s mortal enemy, but as you said before, you’d been feeling extra bratty. And now, your daddy was pressing his crotch against your butt, and you can’t help but smirk.

“Don’t look so smug, little girl,” Ari warns, running his hand up and down your back and making you shiver.

“I’m not smug, Ari.”

He narrows his eyes, “Don’t call me that.”

You don’t know why you’re pushing him so much tonight. Maybe it’s because he hasn’t punished you in a while now. Maybe it’s because things have been way too sweet lately, with Ari taking you out on romantic dates and shopping trips. Maybe you need a bit of thrill tonight, a bit of adventure. A rush of adrenaline. Or maybe you’re just a brat.

“Call you what, Ari?”

“Oh, baby girl. You’re in for it now.”

He rips your dress in half. And you were so not expecting that—because he’d literally gifted you this dress today! And it was Versace for crying out loud! What the hell was wrong with him? You’re about to ask him just that when his palm cracks against your bare ass. Hard.

“OW! That fucking hurts!”

“Good. You deserve it for disrespecting me.”

“Why? Just because I called you Ari? Which, by the way, is your name—OW!”

He slaps your ass five times in succession, each slap harder than the last. Harder than he’s ever spanked you before.

“Watch it,” he warns, although you can feel how hard he is. You know he likes it when you’re bratty, you know how horny it gets him to put you back in your place, to exert his power over you and remind you of how he’s in charge. “I had a diamond bracelet waiting in the car for you, but maybe I’ll return it if you don’t stop misbehaving.”

You scoff, “Return it. I don’t care.” (You do care).

He spanks you several more times, till your ass is stinging with that delicious pain. And of course you’re wet too, your slick running down your legs because getting smacked on the ass by Ari always gets you wet.

“You’re really asking for it tonight, aren’t you? But remember, you can only push daddy so far before it comes back to slap you in the face.” Ari grabs your ass cheek and jiggles it lewdly before smacking you again. “Or in your case, your ass.”

You have two options in front of you right now. You could give in, apologise and enjoy a thoroughly good fucking. Or you could push his buttons even further, further than you ever had before, and then dare to see what happens after that.

“It’s not my fault you dragged me along to your boring event, Ari. Maybe you don’t value me that much anymore, maybe I should find a new sugar daddy. As I said before, Mr. Barber’s single now, and I’m sure he’d love it if I called him da—”

CRACK.

You’d been too busy running your mouth to even notice that he’d undone his belt. It’s only when you feel it crack down on your ass that you stop short, crying out and gripping the marble sink beneath you. Fuck. That hurt. He hasn’t done it too hard (he wasn’t sadistic and you were still his baby girl) but it’s hard enough to make you gasp, knowing it’ll leave a mark on your poor ass.

“Try and smart mouth me again, sweetheart. Try it, I dare you.” Ari grabs your jaw roughly and tugs you up till you’re standing with your back flush against his torso.

You can’t speak because his grip on your jaw is too tight, so all you can do is desperately shake your head, rutting back into him to let him know you’re done with being a brat.

“Who am I?” He hits the belt on your ass once more, and the sting makes you wetter than ever. “Who am I, baby?”

He lets go of your jaw and you sputter, “daddy, okay?! You’re daddy!”

Ari smirks, his hand wrapping around your neck while he uses the other one to spread your legs, roughly running his fingers over your wet folds and making your knees buckle.

“Oh, now I’m daddy, huh?” He slams three of his fingers inside of you and you gasp at the intrusion and the immediate feeling of fullness. “Bratty fucking baby just loves to run her mouth, don’t you? Where’s that attitude disappeared to, huh?

Your legs already feel shaky and weak, your orgasm fast approaching because his fingers feel so thick and good, and the spanking had already turned you on. Not to mention how he’d been petting you and showing you off all night — that always got you hot too. You were this close to cumming.

“Daddy, please!” You garble.

“Not so feisty now, huh?”

“Nooo, daddy, please! Gonna cum!”

Immediately, Ari’s fingers leave your cunt, making your eyes pop open in shock. He brings his wet fingers up to your face, smearing your juices all over it, making you messier than you already are.

“Bad girls don’t get to cum.” He smirks.

“But daddy! I was only teasing! Please don’t leave me hanging, daddy! I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry!” (Maybe you are, maybe you’re not… you just want to cum, in all honesty).

He scoffs, “Please. A flimsy apology like that would work on punks like Andy Barber. But not me.”

He drags you back outside. And he’d originally wanted you to go out in just your dress which is completely torn from the back, but you’d begged him to give you his jacket. Thankfully, he’d done you this small service. But everyone could tell what had just gone down in the bathroom. What with your torn dress, dishevelled hair and shiny face (he hadn’t let you clean it) paired with the fact that you were limping.

Yep. It was pretty obvious you’d been utterly wrecked — wrecked without even having been fucked. And Ari couldn’t be smugger. You were just thanking your lucky stars that at least his jacket was long enough to cover your ass with all its bruises and belt marks.

You expect him to take you home after that (he was hard after all, and you knew you’d be in for the fucking of your life once he got you alone). But instead, he makes a beeline towards Andy Barber, who looks white as a ghost at how inappropriate and fucked out you look.

“Andy, listen. We’re gonna have to leave early tonight.”

Andy manages to tear his gaze away from you. “Huh? How come?”

Ari looks at you meaningfully, “Baby, tell Mr. Barber why we have to go home.”

You look down and shake your head. There was no way in hell you were gonna say what he wanted you to say, what he’d coached you to say not minutes ago inside the bathroom. What you’d promised him you’d say.

But you don’t have a choice, because Ari pinches your ass not-so-subtly, and you yelp. Fuck.

“Tell him, baby.”

You hang your head and grit your teeth.

“I was naughty, so my daddy has to take me home so he can punish me. I’m sorry for being naughty at your event, Mr. Barber. My daddy will set me straight tonight.”

Ari looks smugger than the Cheshire Cat, you know he’s been wanting you to call him daddy outside of the bedroom and in front of other people for a while now. You’d always said fuck no, but he’d got his wish tonight. So you guessed you being bratty had paid off for one of you tonight…

But later, you find out, it pays off for you too. Ari fucks you like he’s never fucked you before. So hard and fast and frenzied, till you’re covered in bruises and your legs are shaking. And then he kisses you sweetly on the lips, and clasps your new diamond bracelet around your wrist. It’s got an inscription on the inside, which reads:

Daddy’s naughty little girl.

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THE END SOCNSKKXKSAK BYE!

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Thank you!! I had a lot of fun with this one and I already have a few more Miguel fic ideas in the works so stay tuned :))

Soft subby reader jealous stroking bucky

CEO Bucky x Jealous Secretary reader - slutty thot - making dom Bucky a needy slut for you.

Imagine being the soft, quiet little secretary of the very handsome James Barnes. What started off as a professional relationship quickly turned into something else once the sun had set and everyone left the office. No one know about the way he love the toy with your body to his liking, about how well you responded to him once the doors were locked.

James Barnes who had to stuff his tie in your mouth to keep your moans quiet, shoving his fingers deep down your throat while he railed you with his cock. His warm tongue would lick up your tears while you milked him dry with your needy, tight cunt. No one would ever guess such a shy little quiet thing would be a cockdrunk bunny on the inside, practically humping yourself on his thigh once his meetings were over, drooling and nursing off his cock under his desk when he was on calls.

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You took another long sip from your drink, watching a red head trace a long, sharp manicured nail up Bucky's chest, giving him a flirty smile which he smirked back to. She was a prospective investor, one of the few people on the VIP list in attendance for the yearly company gala. Bucky threw her a charming laugh, clinking his glass with hers to something she said, the red head now resting her hand higher, stoking the expensive fabric of his suit.

This was the James Barnes who would pick you up from your desk and throw you over his shoulder when things didn't go his way, fucking his frustrations out with his hand slapped over your mouth, jaw clenched with his heavy balls slapping your clit with each thrust. James Barnes who would fill you up with so much cum, it would drip and make a mess on your skirt, making it impossible to stand up once he plopped you back onto your chair. James Barnes who loves what a secret little slut his secretary is. Such a quiet, sweet kitten who was too innocent for her own good.

The very James Barnes everyone wants and he damn well knows it.

And loves it.

So here he was, biting his lip and cocking his brow suggestively while the woman stood tall with poise, leaning over to whisper in his ear, making your cheeks grow hotter with each passing minute. You weren't aware making business deals with new partners involved wanting to eye fuck them in the process.

You downed another glass of bitter liquid, no longer able to ignore the surges of jealously that pulsed through you. You had no business being jealous or possessive but you couldn't help it, seeing him pull the same charm he used with you, even if the context was different. You missed the way his eyes glanced over to you each time you looked away, his grinned on the inside with the soft flare of your nostrils and the clench of your jaw.

The last straw for you was when he whispered something in her ear, her eyes growing wide in response, a crimson flush covering her face.

"Sir" You strode over, rolling your shoulders back, ignoring the woman, only keeping your eyes on him, "There's a call for you in the office, its urgent"

It was clearly a lie, he knew it, as did you but you didn't care. Bucky smirked at you, cocking his head to the side curiously while you continued to stare at him, waiting for him to follow you. The woman coughed, hoping to break the tension between you both, unamused at the way Bucky's attention was completely on you.

"Aren't you the secretary, shouldn't you cover the calls-

You didn't bother letting her finish, slipping your hand into Bucky's and pulling him away towards the large elevators, the brunette letting you take him wherever you so well pleased, curious about what you'd do. You were just a soft little bunny.

"What is it kitten" Bucky smirked at the scowl that tugged your lips.

"I didn't know your business ventures required flirting with new partners" you kept your voice steady, fighting against the alcohol that was coursing through your body.

"Are you jealous" he smirked, letting you drag him away from the crowd, shoving him into the elevator.

"What's there to be jealous of" you shot back, the fire in your belly growing stronger the more he taunted you. Bucky's cock grew harder and the change of your demeanor, your possessiveness making his tip weep.

"No need to be angry bunny, look at you acting so needy" Bucky tsked while the elevator doors opened to the top floor. The grip you had on his hand tightened as you both went into his large office which overlooked New York. You clicked, while he leaned against the doors with a cocky smile, arms crossed against his chest. His cockiness took a hit when you glanced down at the way his length strained against the fabric of his pants, just as needy as you were, if not more.

"You were acting like a whore, sir" You shrugged while letting your finger trace over the outline of his erection, pressing where the tip leaked through his slacks.

"Don't tease m-

"Please" You caught him off guard, grabbing his tie and tightening it around his neck just enough to make his breaths heavier, "Now tell me what you want"

"Play with my cock" Bucky swallowed thickly, his control slipping when you unbuckled his pants, his cock springing free, begging to be touched. You took a step back, humming at the sight of him; not a single wrinkle on his pristine suit, not a hair out of place, his beard trimmed, lustful eyes boring back at you. He looked so pretty with his cock out, waiting for you to do something, his dominant side faltering in confusion.

"Why don't you ask her to play with it, sir" you cocked your head to the side like he did, waiting for him to answer, his cheeks flushing. "Hm?"

"Want you to play with it" His voice was a whisper pushing his hips forward, showing you exactly where he needed you.

"You want me to play with your cock baby, it that it?" You cooed, tapping the tip with your index finger and pulling away slowly, letting the string of precum stretch before popping your finger into your mouth. "You're so wet" You hummed at his taste, stating the words he'd always throw at you before tracing circles onto his sensitive head again, smearing his arousal around without actually stroking him.

"Fuck" Bucky hissed, nearly slumping again the door while you teased him, biting back the moans that were lodged in the back of his throat. You wrapped your hand around his thick length without actually moving, squeezing the base of his cock.

"What is it kitten" you sneered, mimicking his words from earlier, smirking at the way his cock throbbed in your hand in response. "Look at you" you whispered, "Oh sweet boy" You cooed again, this time moving your hand to cup his full, heavy balls, rolling them in your palm, "They've so heavy, does it hurt?"

"Hurts so bad" He moaned when you tugged them and squeezed them while nipping his neck. You lazily wrapped around his length again, giving him long languid strokes, watching his face twist with desperation for more. Bucky felt like a teenage boy, thrusting into your hand, struggling not to blow while you continued to jerk his cock, his hips rolling to fuck your fist. He felt like he'd never been touched before, this being the first time someone had ever taken control over him and it was something else, especially when it was you.

"Mmmph" He whined, confused and aroused at the same time, desperate for more of your delicious torture, his dom side slipping even more. He tried to regain his bearings, standing straight up again, sucking in a breath, "So jealous-

"So desperate" You tutted, smacking his cheek for opening his mouth while rubbing and stroking his shaft, ignoring his tip completely.

"C'mon bunny, touch me" He was breathless, chasing your hand each time he got close to getting the tip into your palm, groaning when you moved away.

"I am touching you, aren't' I?"

God, he loved you like this.

"The tip- please, need you there, c'mon, please"

A wicked idea sparked in your mind, pulling him by his tie to stand in front of the floor to ceiling high windows that overlooked the city. The same windows he'd fucked you against countless of times, letting the world see you fall apart. Now it was your turn.

Bucky could feel his heart hammer against his chest standing in front of the window, the city twinkling below him while you stood behind him, your hand coming around his waist to grasp his cock. Bucky's hands flew to the window, splayed wide to hold himself up, fucking his cock into your hand, hardly in control of his movements.

He pulled back enough so the head of his cock would rub against your palm before pushing forward again, chasing his orgasm, unable to take his eyes off the way his fat cock slipped in and out of you smaller hand.

"S'good to me bunny, need you ta' squeeze my cock harder, c'mon, need you bunny, I need you" He practically whimpered for you, balling his hands into fists when you complied with a hum, moving your hand with his movement, adding more pressure, feeling his cock grow harder.

"Gonn'a c-cum" Bucky stuttered out while you kissed his neck, letting him continue to fuck your hand, his tip nearly touching the cool glass with how fast he was moving. "Oh God-"

"Such a pretty, fat cock, you're making a mess baby, are you gonna cum in front of everyone and show everyone who you really belong to?" You whispered, only getting a slutty, guttural moan back in response. "Go a head baby, make yourself cum, show everyone you're mine"

"OH FUCKKKK" Your words tossed him over the edge, a pornographic moan slipped past his pink lips as he started to paint the windows with thick spurts of his cum. His body trembled, shivers running down his spine as his balls seized against his body, still feeling full as ever.

"Oh god, I can't stop" Bucky wrapped his hand on top of yours, jerking himself off faster, working up to a second orgasm, angling his hips to shoot at the window again, his head thrown back, nearly falling onto his knees. "C'mon, make me cum again, pleaseplease-

You pushed him back onto his large chair, pulling your dress up and panties to the side, impaling yourself onto his overstimulated cock, crying out when he gripped your hips and started to thrust up, not giving you any control. You clung onto him while he drilled up into you, dribbles of cum still pouring from the tip.

"You're mine sir, mine"

"M'all yours bunny, all fuckin' yours, use me, oh fuck, use me" You grasped onto his shoulders, riding him till tears streaked his face, taking everything you gave him while you pulled a third orgasm from him. And a fourth.

"I-I can't cum anymore, please, cock hurts bunny, I can't-

He was begging but he didn't want you to stop, his hips continuing to thrust up while he slammed your ass down on him sloppily, eyes rolled back while chasing your peaked nipples. He pulled you forward so he could suckle onto them while

"Your cock hurts baby boy?" you stroked his cheek, the new term of endearment making him hard all over again, a sob escaping him.

"It hurts so much, make it go away, m'still so hard, why's your pussy so good bunny"

"One more baby boy?"

"O-one more bunny"

By the end of the night, he was milked dry, holding onto you while you were tucked into his chest, his soft cock still buried deep in your pussy. His neck was littered with dark bruises you marked him with, trailing down to his chest. He cuddled you for a few more minutes before you both had to make your way back down, his hand not leaving yours.

"How was the call - oh-" the red head's eyes grew wide seeing the red and purple hues that peaked under Bucky's collar a proud smirk on his face while he put his arm around your waist.

"It went well. Closed a new deal, if you must know" He stated before pressing a kiss onto your cheek, grinning at the way you melted into him, his soft little bunny.

sorry, this was longer than i intended.

𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 | 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐲

Pairing ༄  Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers Word Count ༄ 1.9k Warnings ༄ Swearing, pet names, fluff, aftercare, Bucky is a lil' shit, smut (fingering, m masturbation, exhibitionism/voyeurism, somnophilia, unprotected piv, dom/sub - dom!Steve + sub!Reader + dom/brat!Bucky, praise + degradation + daddy kink) Author's Note ༄ @sgt-seabass chose this one, so I am entirely innocent here. No, I don't have a habit of deflecting, what do you mean?

Events ➷ ༄ @buckybarnesevents Hot Bucky Summer | Week 9 - 'S' Week (Somnophilia) | Hot Bucky Summer Masterlist ༄ @allcapsbingo Ｇ５ - Waking Up Together | Bingo Masterlist

Built Differently Masterlist

The urge, while powerful and all-consuming most of the time, never burned this hot. It was always temperable, until it wasn’t – and there was one way to make it better, it was just a good thing that a certain someone was just as much of a trouble maker as you were.

It wasn’t often that you dreamed. Nor was it often that you felt so… lonely – so empty. 

Not when you had two men sharing the bed you slept in – one fast asleep, the other just dozing lightly, their shared heavy breaths waking you fully from your fitful sleep. 

In a state of half consciousness, you took stock of your body – your hips felt loose, and you couldn’t help but wriggle in the sheets, just a little. Taking deep breaths felt like a laborious task, and you couldn’t help the small whimpers that left your lips as you stared at the profile of Bucky. 

And your cunt – it ached something fierce, and the cavernous feeling of being empty intensified by the second, and it was rapidly becoming unbearable. 

Bucky’s brow twitched and his lips parted on an exhale, and you watched with half lidded eyes as his head turned to face you. He was still fast asleep. “Fuck,” you murmured, wriggling a little more to see if changing the angle of your hips would help ease the ache – you were tired after all. 

It only made it worse.

You whined breathlessly, and Bucky twitched, his eyes opening blearily as he scanned the room, before finally landing on your face – flushed and heated from arousal, your bottom lip swollen from you biting it. His brows furrowed in confusion as he stared, and you blinked slowly, still shifting your hips. 

“You right, doll?” he rasped, one hand scratching his jaw, while the other came to rest on your waist. “Wha’s wrong? Where’s it hurt?”

Bless him, you thought. 

Blinking rapidly, you canted your bare ass up into the air and angled it towards him. “Please, it hurts, daddy,” you whispered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Bucky murmured, realisation dawning on his sleepy features, and his hand moved to cup your ass in his palm. “Can’t have you hurtin’ now, can I?”

“No,” you answered, gripping the sheets between your fingers and bunching them painfully into your palm. “Wanna be fucked, daddy.”

Bucky grinned sleepily and sidled closer. “Y’know what, Cherry? Why don’t you fuck Stevie–he would love it,” he cooed, rubbing circles with his thumb over the skin of your ass. “Go on. Ride daddy.”

“But he’s asleep-”

“Doesn’t mean shit, baby,” Bucky soothed. “Take all of his cock–be a good girl for me.”

You whined quietly and pushed yourself up onto your elbows to better look at Steve. Fast asleep and face turned away from you, he was lying on his back with the comforter bunched at his hips to cover his naked form. 

“Don’t you wanna be filled, baby?” Bucky asked, his lips now tracing the column of your throat. “Daddy has a load for you, sweetheart, you just have to take it.”

“Oh, god,” you moaned. “Please-”

“One sec, baby,” Bucky said, and you felt his hand wander down the cleft of your ass. “Spread those legs for me–good girl,” he praised just as your knees parted on instinct. “Have to make sure you can take him. Don’t need our girl hurtin’ taking all of daddy, do we?”

“No, fuck, daddy,” you gasped, the feel of his fingers tracing over your clit knocking the breath out of you. “Yes, feels good-”

“Almost ready,” Bucky replied, his fingers sinking deep into your cunt with no warning. You keened and rocked back against them, all while Bucky’s breath fanned over your ear and neck. “Such a good girl, just lay there for me–keep makin’ those pretty noises.”

You endured a few more minutes of him scissoring his fingers in your pussy to stretch you, and you panted and moaned through every second – pitch varied and volume increasing, but still, Steve did not wake up, not once. 

The slick sounds of Bucky’s fingers grew louder. “Tha’s it, sweetheart,” he praised, pumping his fingers in and out. “I think you’re ready–what d’you think, baby? Ready for daddy’s cock?”

“Mhm,” you hummed, nodding fervently. You could just feel Bucky’s grin against the skin of your neck, and his huffed laughter. “Please.”

“Go get ‘im, Cherry–show daddy who’s boss,” Bucky encouraged, helping you up and move to straddle Steve’s hips. The blond only stirred lightly, his nose scrunching in his sleep, but he didn’t wake. “Go on,” Bucky whispered, “take his cock like the good girl I know you are.”

“Okay,” you murmured, and you raised your hips up to better grip Steve’s flaccid cock in your hand. 

“Tha’s it, good girl,” Bucky praised, and his hand reached out to take Steve’s cock. “Lemme guide, baby, I’ve gotchu.” You let go of Steve’s length, and took a deep breath as the sound of Bucky’s slick hand pumped his husband’s cock until he was semi-hard. “Alright, kitten, there you go.”

Slowly, ever so damn slowly, you sank down onto Steve’s cock – each inch made your breath hitch. He began to harden, but still, he did not wake up. “Daddy, daddy,” you whimpered, gripping Bucky’s forearm. “Fuck.”

“I know, sweetheart–sonofabitch is a heavy sleeper, isn’t he?”

“I want-”

“Hang on,” Bucky soothed, his hand rubbing up and down your thigh. “Is he hard–has his cock at least noticed that he’s in the prettiest cunt?”

A heavy breath left your lungs, and you nodded, biting your lip. “Yeah.”

Bucky grinned, a wolfish smile if you’ve ever seen. “Alright then, you ride him–and you ride him good, can you do that for me, Cherry?” You nodded again, rocking your hips slowly. “Atta girl, now take him. Don’t you go slow.”

You took one deep breath, a second, and then rocked your hips in earnest, your hands resting on Steve’s chest – which began to rapidly rise and fall, and his hips moved, causing a moan to fall from your lips. 

Steve whimpered, moaned, and then shouted, “What- Fuckin’ hell, Cherry!” His eyes flew open, and his hands frantically gripped your hips. “Shit. Fuck, you feel-”

“She feels s’good, doesn’t she, babe?” Bucky purred, his mouth hovering over Steve’s shoulder. He bit down on the muscle with a low growl that Steve mimicked a second later. “Kitten was achin’, and I wanted to watch you get a taste of your own fuckin’ medicine. Cherry,” he called, loud enough to be heard over your pants for air – Steve’s cock was hitting all the right places and you revelled in the way he filled you. You looked at Bucky and met his gaze, smiling lazily. “Fuck him.”

“Yes, daddy,” you moaned, and you bounced on Steve’s cock, taking just what you deserved while the blond squirmed beneath you. “Fuck, feels good, need more-”

“Darlin’, honey, fuck-” Steve moaned, his hands lifting you up and down at a faster pace. “Goddammit, what the hell happened?”

“She was desperate, and she needed someone to fill that pretty pussy up–figured you’d want it to be your cock, honey,” Bucky cooed. You watched as Bucky turned Steve’s face to his and kissed him hungrily. 

The lewd sound of your slicked cunt sliding up and down Steve’s fully hard cock filled the room, each pass of his cockhead over your walls hitting that spot perfectly. “Oh, fuck- Ah! Daddy, please,” you begged, your rhythm faltering the further the coil tightened. “Please!”

Steve pulled away from Bucky to look up at you. “Aw, honey,” he breathed, “you cockdrunk on me already? You feelin’ good?”

“Uh-huh,” you cried, your fingers scrambling over Steve’s chest as Bucky chuckled darkly. “Wanna cum!”

“You better let her cum, babe,” Bucky cautioned. “Poor thing woke me up. Now she needs you to fuck her back to sleep.”

Your stomach flipped at the sight below you – two identical hungry stares that would rival a wolf’s hunting glare, and you knew you were screwed. A small, pitiful whimper left your lips, and Steve grinned; all fucked out and sharp teeth aside. “Oh, I will.”

Steve’s hands, warm and rough, gentle and soft all at once, pulled you to his chest, and you felt his thighs move under you. You glanced over your shoulder for a singular second to see he had planted his feet on the mattress, and you had only one chance to catch your breath and gulp.

“Hold on, kitten,” Bucky called – the grin of triumph so clear in his tone.

“Wait- Fuck! Daddy!”

The sharp sound of skin slapping against wet skin filled the room again, this time, it was constant with the grunts of effort Steve let out as he fucked up into your cunt – each thrust a harsh drive into your heat that had you panting for breath. It was an onslaught like no other and tears welled along your waterline, as desperate to fall as you were to cum. 

“You feel so fuckin’ good, darlin’,” Steve groaned, his grip tightening as he drove his hips up and up and up. “Such a good girl for me, taking what you want–know you want my fuckin’ load, huh? That what you want?”

“Yes!” you cried, your mouth falling open. “Please, daddy! Fuckfuckfuck-”

“She looks so good like this,” Bucky commented, his voice full of awe. “You close, kitten? You wanna cum?”

You opened your eyes and stared down at them – Steve with his chin tucked to his chest, a snarl of determination on his lips, while Bucky lay next to him, pumping his cock with his hand with a victorious smirk on his pretty lips. “Oh-”

“I think that’s a yes,” Bucky mused, nodding once. “Go on then, fuckin’ cum, you slut.”

Unbidden, your cunt clenched around Steve’s cock with the first flutter of your climax, and you hiccuped. 

“Do that again, Buck,” Steve moaned, his voice hoarse. “She’s squeezin’ me, and I know she’s close.”

Bucky’s smirk morphed into a grin with as many sharp teeth as Steve’s, and he bit his lip as his hand sped up on his dick. “Oh, that so, kitten? You like being called a fuckin’ slut? What about a fucktoy–nothin’ but a fuckin’ fucktoy for us to use and fill, maybe even breed-”

“Fuck!” You screamed, you back bowing into Steve’s chest as your orgasm ripped through your whole body. “Daddy! Fuck–cumming! ‘M cumming!”

“Good fuckin’ girl!” Bucky called over your sobs, and you felt a hand on your thigh. “Tha’s it, let it out–soak Stevie, kitten, fuck, you’re gorgeous like this.”

Your chest spasmed in time with your cunt through the waves, and you distantly registered the loud roar from Steve just as you felt his cock twitch in your heat, his release coating your walls. A low moan came from beside you and you felt the warm, tacky residue of Bucky’s cum hitting your thigh and calf. 

“Fuck,” Steve groaned, as you fell onto his chest, and his hands came to rest on your lowerback to cradle you close. “That’s it, honey–good girl, did so good for us.” 

Shivers wracked your body and you hummed, relaxing into the warmth he offered. There was a rustle beside you, and Bucky said, “I’ll just get a towel. Hang on, baby.”

“You alright, darlin’?” Steve whispered, his fingertips running up and down your back. “Didn’t hurt ya?”

“No,” you slurred – the sated monster deep in your belly finally purring and content enough to let you sleep. “‘M tired, daddy.”

“Go to sleep, sweetheart,” Steve urged, kissing the crown of your head. “I’ve gotchu, and Buck’ll clean us up, okay?”

You would have replied with a semblance of gratitude, but sleep pulled you under her waves and kept you there – the last thing you felt before succumbing was the brush of a soft cloth on your thighs, and the whispered words from both Steve and Bucky, “Such a good girl.”

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OSCAR ISAAC FEAR OF GOD | 2024

A Little Show

Kinktober Day 10: Stripping

Tags: Steven Grant x Reader, afab!fem!reader, lap dance, grinding, unprotected piv (don't be silly, wrap your willy), reader is a former stripper, a little bit of possessiveness from Steven, precious husband Steven is so lovely (w/c: 1.3K)

A/N: So I know I'm late with this day, but it took me like forever to come up with something, and then I remembered our collective husband Steven Grant. I adore writing him so much so I had such a grand ol' time writing this. (I am using these prompts for Kinktober from flightlessangelwings!)

When Steven found out about what you used to do for a living, you’d braced for the worst.

Marc already knew, because of course he did. He probably conducted a full background check on you the moment Steven got the idea of asking you on a date. There was no hiding your old life from him, including being a stripper, just as he wasn’t able to hide from you, including Steven and Jake.

You’d known that Steven wouldn’t react badly. You knew he’d never yell at you, call you horrible names, kick you out of the flat. But it didn’t stop the paralyzing fear from kicking in. Of him letting you down easy, telling you that the two of you were just too different, that your morals just aren’t the same. So when you’d told him, you’d braced yourself for the first relationship you’d ever truly loved to go up in flames.

But fuck, you couldn’t have predicted this. For Steven’s eyes to darken as you describe what you used to do for an audience, his gaze dragging down your body in a way that has heat flooding down to your core. He’s silent for a few moments, and it makes you squirm in your seat. He mumbles something under his breath, definitely to himself, but you need to hear it.

“What, Steven?” you ask, steeling yourself against his inevitable rejection.

“Will you show me?” he chokes out, his cheeks flaming red, before he thinks better of himself, his eyes going wide. “Wait, shit, sorry love, no. God, it’s fine, of course it’s fine. I love you, yeah? Nothin’s going to change that anytime soon, I’ll tell you. ‘M just a bit jealous, y’know, in spite of myself, but fuck, shouldn’t have asked that. Just ignore that, yeah? I-”

“Steven,” you cut off his nervous rambling. “You want me to show you?” You can’t help how your voice dips a little deeper, a little raspier, in a way that you know gets Steven all hot and bothered.

“Um,” Steven clears his throat, fiddling with his hands. He won’t meet your eyes. “I mean, who wouldn’t, yeah? Got the most beautiful girl in the entire world, and-”

“You want me to strip for you?” you whisper, nudging his chin up with your hand, forcing him to meet your gaze. His pupils are blown wide, and you watch the motion of his tongue as it just barely wets his lips.

“Please, love,” he rasps, and God, when he begs for you like that, who are you to refuse him?

You rise above him, and his eyes follow you, unable to tear away for a moment. As you stand, you take a long look at him, at the way his cock bulges in his slacks, the way his hands flex helplessly at his sides. Steven doesn’t have the control that Marc or Jake have, he’s fucking desperate for it. 

There’s no music, no pumping bass of the club you used to work at, but God, you find that you don’t need it. The heat of Steven’s gaze is more than enough, watching you with bated breath as you undo the buttons of your shirt, one, by one, by one. You let it carelessly drop to the floor behind you, leaving you in just your bra. You don’t own the same frilly bras you used to, from your old life, but Steven looks at you like you’re wearing the sexiest lingerie he’s ever seen.

You toe off your shoes, grateful for the fact that you just wore flats today, and slowly unzip your jeans. There are so many ways that this is so different from how it used to be. You never started your dances in jeans, never danced without music and dark lighting, without the stench of sex and sweat hanging in the air.

You’ve never danced and needed the man in front of you, loved the man in front of you.

The feeling is heady, lust swimming through your veins and pooling in your cunt. You peel your jeans off slowly, letting them pool around your ankles, stepping towards Steven. Steven, whose mouth gapes open just slightly, watching you like he’s starving for it.

You straddle him on the couch, moving your hips over his crotch in a slow grind that has you both gasping. Grinning at the way he watches your body move like water over him, you reach behind you and deftly unclip your bra in a practiced move. You slide it down your arms, throwing it somewhere behind the couch. You grip onto Steven’s shoulders to hump into him harder, and Steven’s hands flex at his sides as if he’s unsure what to do with them.

“You know what’s different about this than what I used to do?” you murmur, your lips nearly brushing his.

“Hm?” Steven hums absently, watching your body undulate above him.

You smile down at him. “You actually get to touch.”

Pulling his hands into yours, you mold his hands to your skin, nearly shivering at the feel of them. It’s like Steven snaps out of a trace, groaning softly under his breath as he greedily runs his hands over your naked skin, cupping your breasts and thumbing at your nipples in a way that makes your head spin. 

“So- so fucking gorgeous for me, love,” he murmurs, tilting his head up for a kiss. You meet him without hesitation, slipping your tongue into his mouth and drinking him in. You hump into him harder, shamelessly grinding your clit into the obvious bulge tenting the front of his pants. "Can I fuck you?” he gasps into your mouth, “Please tell me I can fuck you, darling.”

You’re nodding before your brain can even think of a proper response, and Steven takes his hands off your body to fumble at the zipper of his slacks, tugging himself out without any kind of finesse. It feels like you’re both teenagers, desperately clawing at each other, trying to get closer, as close as you can possibly get.

You haphazardly tug your panties to the side, letting yourself sink down on his cock, slow enough to let you feel the stretch as he breaks you apart. The moans you both let out as you sink to the hilt are borderline animalistic. The both of you are strung too tight, too needy to take this slow.

“God, you’re so-” Stephen punches his hips up into you, making you claw at his shoulders, “so tight for me, my love.” You can only press your forehead to his, meeting his lips in a sticky kiss as you bounce desperately on his cock. He stretches you so perfectly like this, reaching deep inside and the tip of his cock pressing into your g-spot with every thrust. The moans you’re letting out are downright embarrassing, but God, you can’t seem to bring yourself to care.

“How many of them wanted you like this?” Steven grunts against your mouth, meeting you thrust for thrust. “How many of those men you danced for wanted you just like this, bouncing on their cocks like the needy girl you are?”

“Steven, oh my God,” you whimper, letting him guide you as he fucks up into you, his thick hands braced on your hips, holding you tight enough that your skin pales beneath his fingertips.

“You’re mine, darling, no one else gets to have you,” he snarls, in the way he gets when he’s with you, when he’s lost in the feel of you. “This little cunt is mine, yeah? My perfect girl, can’t believe we found you.”

He thrusts into you once, twice, and you’re curling into him, barely able to hold yourself up, as you gush down his cock. You sob his name as he leans forward to press hot kisses down your neck, and you curl your fingers into his hair as you shake through your orgasm. 

Steven isn’t far behind, plunging deep into your pussy as it contracts around him, filling you up, claiming you in the most primal way he can.

He holds you on his lap as you both try to come down, keeping you afloat. You lean up to press a gentle kiss to his lips as you finally feel your mind come back to you.

“Have you ever actually been to a strip club, Steven?” you ask, smiling.

“Don’t need to,” he sighs. “Don’t want to.”

You hum. “You might change your mind once you see what I can do on a pole.”

Submission

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; minor Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader Word Count: 8,132 Summary: You rejected the wrong man. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Soft!dark mob!Andy & soft!dark henchman!Lloyd. Kidnapping. Non con touching. Forced exhibitionism. Rough dub con oral (m receiving). Cum play. Humiliation. Dub con vaginal fingering and orgasm denial.

A/N: Welp, I dunno where this came from, but, well…you're welcome?! 😘

You were just about to grab the dinner plates for table 11 when you heard your name being called behind you. 

Glancing over your shoulder, you spotted your boss, Kenneth, filling the doorway of the kitchen. He gestured you closer and off to the side of foot traffic. 

You hurried to stand before him, breathing out a soft, "Yes, sir?"

"Allison's gonna take over table 11," he told you.

"Oh," you frowned, deflating a little as you wrung your hands in your black server apron. "Did I…do something wrong?"

You were only a few months into this job, and although you'd worked as a server for a few years now, this was your first gig at a fine dining establishment. 

You still couldn't believe your luck, honestly. 

The pay was so much better, and the tips were phenomenal, especially when you served VIPs.

It was as if Kenneth was reading your mind as he explained, "No, Mr. Barber just arrived and he's requested you as his server." 

You felt a nervous flutter in your stomach at the very thought of that particular patron, still wringing your hands in your apron as you wisped out a quiet, "Oh, okay."

If Kenneth noticed the disappointment in your tone, he didn't acknowledge it, instead waving you away to get back to work.

You gnawed at your lower lip as you slipped back out onto the floor, passing fellow servers and patrons alike as you made your way all the way across the large dining room and to the far wall, where the VIP booths and tables sat.

And there he was, seated in his usual end booth, tucked away from the hubbub of the rest of the room, perusing the menu although he probably knew it by heart by now.

Andy Barber.

You felt yourself slow your pace just a little, prolonging your trek and feeling a little resistant to serving Mr. Barber.

You weren't sure why he had taken such a liking to you, but he had, having requested you as his server the two nights a week he came in for dinner since that first night you tended to him nearly three months ago. 

He was nice enough, and very handsome. Like, ridiculously handsome. Tall and lean with broad shoulders and dark, floofy hair. His beard was thick and perfectly trimmed, his eyes dark blue and piercing.

And always on you whenever you were in the vicinity, which definitely didn't help with your nerves.

You weren't used to being under a microscope the way you felt you were whenever you were in the presence of Andy Barber.

Despite his kindness and patience with you when you tended to flub your words and be stupidly flustered in his presence, he still made you so unsettled.

Because he was a mobster.

You weren't sure of the specifics, but you knew enough to know that Andy Barber was one of the most notorious organized crime bosses in the region. 

And the thought of being on his radar and dealing with him daily just set off all the alarm bells in your head.

So you tried your best to be pleasant and professional but that was it. You just wanted to do your job, and do it well, and then skedaddle as far away as you could from Andy Barber and whatever business dealings he had with your boss once your shift was over.

You felt your heart skip a beat when Andy suddenly looked up and right at you, his eyes brightening as his lips curled into a pleased smile.

And really, in any other circumstance, you would be simply over the moon to have a man that attractive give you a smile like that.

But definitely not in this circumstance, and definitely not with Andy Barber.

Sighing your disappointment, you mustered a friendly smile for Andy as you finally stopped beside his booth. 

"Good evening, Mr. Barber. How are you doing today?"

"How many times do I need to tell you to call me 'Andy,' honey?"

The cocktail of his teasing tone, the term of endearment, and the way Andy's eyes were taking their time to trail over your restaurant issued white button up and black skirt had a wave of warmth blooming in your cheeks as you clutched your hands behind your back to stop from openly fidgeting. 

"I'm sorry, it just feels…disrespectful, sir," you said shyly. 

Your insides fluttered when Andy's eyes finally met yours, something in them twinkling and darkening all at once as you very nearly cowered before him. 

Grinning, Andy lounged back in his seat, spreading his arm along the length of the booth beside him as he teased, "Mmm, and you're a good girl, huh? Like to mind your manners?"

Something about the way he purred "good girl," had something deep inside of you clenching, and you cleared your throat as you glanced away for a beat before gathering yourself and asking him if he was ready to order.

Smirking at the way you changed the subject completely, Andy gave you his entree selection for the evening, requesting a bottle of wine to go along with it, his gaze burning into your back every single step of your hurried retreat to the kitchen to put in his order. 

A little while later, once Andy had been served his dinner and wine, you reluctantly returned to his table to check on him. 

"How is everything?" you asked, tugging at the hem of your skirt at either side of you as Andy wiped his mouth with his linen napkin and grinned up at you.

"Delicious, as always, although…" he sighed, shaking his head in disappointment.

As he trailed off, you instantly went on alert, your eyes falling to his half-eaten plate to see if you could spy a potential issue or complaint that could arise. 

Your boss didn't take too kindly to those. He prided himself, and his establishment, on the perfect dining experience, and it was your job as a server to make sure you were delivering just that.

"Is everything okay? Is something not to your liking? Or is there something that you need?"

Andy's eyes danced at your worried tone. "Yes, actually." He leaned forward, gaze drifting over you again, and leisurely so, before he gestured to the empty seat across from him. "I could use some company while I finish my meal."

"Oh." You straightened to your full and unimpressive height, startled by his request. "Um." You glanced around nervously–uncomfortably–spying some of your coworkers in the vicinity and wondering what they would think of you doing something so unprofessional. "I'm not really allowed to…do that. When I'm on shift, you know?"

Andy's smile instantly dropped, a tic popping in his jaw. "Well that's disappointing. Especially considering how often I dine here, how much money I spend here–"

"Is everything okay?" Kenneth suddenly appeared behind you, causing you to squeak in fright and whip around to face him. 

"Oh, we were just–" you started to stutter, but Andy spoke over you.

"I was just being denied some company while I eat." He said it teasingly, but his tone had a harsh edge to it that had you flinching as your boss shot daggers at you.

Kenneth laughed nervously, "Ah, I apologize, Mr. Barber. You know she's still rather new and learning the ropes." 

Andy tutted wordlessly as your boss corralled you aside and gave you a look.

"Our VIPs are treated as such, which means any request they make of you, you fulfill. That's your job, do you understand me?" Kenneth snarled at you.

You wilted beneath your boss' hard stare, feeling a wash of heat rush through you as your heart rate increased and your palms began to sweat. 

"I-I'm sorry, sir, I didn't realize–"

He waved away the rest of your apology. "Just sit with him until he's done and make his meal enjoyable, do you think you can do that?"

"Yes," you nodded quickly. "Yes, of course."

Huffing, Kenneth turned on his heel and stalked away, disappearing into the kitchen and leaving you gaping after him. Blinking, you turned back to Andy, wringing your hands as you hedged closer.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Barber. I didn't mean to be rude. I just, I was just trying to do a good job."

"Sit," he gestured across from him, his smile returning as he met your gaze, a hint of victory flickering in his own. "And all will be forgiven, sweetheart."

You eased into the booth, feeling awkward as you sat across from Andy and watched him eat.

Between bites of food and sips of wine, he peppered you with questions about yourself. His gaze was fixed on you more often than not, drifting from your face and down the expanse of your throat, then lower still to linger on the soft swell of your chest before lifting once more. 

And not once did Andy look abashed nor apologetic in the least when you so obviously caught his ogling and squirmed in your seat as a result of it.

Once he finished, he nudged his nearly empty plate away, sighing his content as he touched a hand to his stomach and grinned at you. 

"This is why I come here so frequently, I'm a man who appreciates good food, and I'm never disappointed."

You smiled, shifting closer to the edge of your seat. You desperately wanted to clear the table and scurry back into the safe respite of the kitchen, and far far away from Andy Barber and his relentless gaze and nosy questions. 

"I'll let the chef know you enjoyed your meal, sir."

Andy hummed as you slowly started to rise from your seat, watching him with wide eyes like you were waiting for him to stop you.

When you finally stood over him and reached for his plate, Andy caught your wrist in his warm, firm grip.

You couldn't prevent the startled gasp that fell from your lips at his touch, watching as Andy's nostrils flared at the sound. He looked up at you from beneath his lashes as his thumb dragged across the delicate underside of your wrist, causing goosebumps to break out all along your body.

"You know, I'd much prefer sharing a meal with you instead of you watching me eat. I'd love to treat you to a nice evening out." Andy's gaze dropped to watch as his touch trailed along your skin, and then he was tipping his face up and giving you an expectant look. "What do you say, honey?"

Although he posed it as a question, it didn't feel like one. Yet your sense of self-preservation, and all the alarm bells ringing in your head, had you gently tugging yourself free from Andy's grip and scooping up his plate before taking a measured step back. 

"Um, I'm very flattered, Mr. Barber, but I just don't think it's a good idea."

Something in Andy's gaze went flat–like a switch had been flipped–and you felt a chill race up your spine as you took another fidgety step away from him. 

"I uh, I'll go get your check, okay?" You gave him a shaky smile before turning on your heel and returning to the kitchen at lightning speed. 

And each and every step of your retreat, you couldn't get the image of Andy's displeased look out of your head. 

In fact, it lingered in the back of your mind like a dark storm cloud for the entire rest of your shift. 

The sigh of relief you let loose once you stepped outside of the restaurant after your shift was staggering. 

Literally. 

You were so exhausted and emotionally wrung out, that you took a moment to lean back against the cold brick exterior of the restaurant and just take a few centering breaths. 

Usually you didn't mind work so much, nor dealing with patrons, but something about that encounter with Andy earlier–and the way your boss had been so cross with you, too–had shaken you. 

You always took such pride in your work and being good at it, and now there seemed to be all these messy, complicated layers that you weren't used to dealing with. 

But thankfully you had survived, and now you had a couple of days off to decompress before you had to return for another shift.

You were actually looking forward to the walk to the train station, in the mood to breathe in the cool autumn air and just walk off the anxiety from the evening.

Smiling a little to yourself, you pushed away from the brick wall and turned to start your trek to the station but nearly walked into the figure emerging from the restaurant entrance before you.

"Oh, I'm so sorry–"

Your words fell away as you glanced up into the pleased face of Andy. 

"Twice in one evening, it must be my lucky night," he shot you a grin that had your tummy somersaulting despite the unease crawling up your spine.

You laughed awkwardly, tucking your hands into your jacket pockets and shivering as the wind kicked up. 

"Enjoy your evening, Mr. Barber," you murmured, trying to step around him.

Andy shifted, blocking your way. His lips softened into more of a smirk when your eyes widened and you stared up at him, clearly caught off guard and nervous.

"You did it again," he tutted, shaking his head at you. "The 'Mr. Barber' thing."

"Oh." You blinked. "I-I'm sorry."

He hummed, watching you for a moment, something in his eyes making all of your hair stand on end. 

You had never been on the receiving end of a look that intense before. A look that predatory.

And it scared you.

"Let me drive you home," he suddenly proposed. 

"Oh, no, I'm sure it's so out of your way, I couldn't ask you to do that."

"You didn't, I offered."

There was a hint of challenge in his voice that had you squirming beneath his gaze, and also flashing back to the stern talking to your boss had given you earlier when he emphasized the importance of catering to the VIPs.

You felt like you couldn't say no.

You nodded slowly, forcing a smile as you breathed, "Okay, then. That would be great, thank you."

"Excellent," Andy rumbled. He shifted closer, touching his hand to the small of your back as he pointed to the black SUV idling by the curb a few yards away. "I'm just over here, honey."

Feeling the warm weight of Andy's hand on your back the entire walk to the SUV, you couldn't climb into the back seat quickly enough, sliding all the way to the other side of the vehicle as Andy settled beside you.

You gave your address to his driver when prompted, and a moment later, the dark-tinted divider was going up and leaving you and Andy to yourselves–and to a privacy you neither wanted nor knew how to navigate–as the car pulled away from the curb.

Once again, Andy began to pepper you with questions about yourself, these ones more personal than the ones he asked at dinner. 

"Do you live alone?"

"Are you close to your family?"

"Are you seeing anyone?"

Feeling shy at that last one in particular, you stuttered out a half-assed response confirming that you were not seeing anyone, breathing a little sigh of relief when you realized you were just a few blocks away from your apartment building.

You were almost home, almost finished with this strange, stressful night. 

Pulling your gaze from the streets whizzing by outside, you started, "Thanks again for the ride, oh!" you laughed nervously as you turned to find Andy much closer than before.

So close that you could feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours, his thick thigh flush against your own stockinged one as you pressed yourself against the car door to try to create any bit of space between the two of you that you could. 

"You're so jumpy, sweetheart," Andy purred, licking his lips as he tugged on the collar of your jacket before his touch trailed along your shoulder and down your arm. 

"I-I was just…surprised," you whispered, cringing a little at your lame response.

The SUV eased to a stop before the front of your apartment building, and you fumbled for the door handle, unable to find it as Andy leaned into your space even more. 

"Aren't you sick of playing hard to get?" he asked, scooping up your flailing hand and watching as you stared at him in shock. 

"I-I'm not," you quavered.

He cocked his head at you. "Aren't you though?" 

You watched as he pressed a bristly kiss to the back of your hand. 

"I would treat you so well, honey. Like my sweet, little princess. Fluttery nerves and all." His smile was boyish as he grinned at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners and making your heart flutter in your chest as he pressed in closer. "All you gotta do is give me a chance. You can do that for me, can't you?"

Your wide eyes watched as Andy's flickered from yours, down to linger on your parted lips, his destination within his sights as he closed the remaining distance between you.

You turned away at the last second, gasping as his lips touched your cheek instead of your mouth and you heard a soft, disappointed grunt get caught in the back of his throat. 

“Please," you whispered, tugging your hand from his. Your fingers shook as you finally found the door handle and pulled it.

Before you could get much further than that, Andy grabbed your other arm, keeping you in place–unable to scurry away from him like you so desperately wanted–as his dark gaze bore into you.

You struggled to meet those glinting eyes of his, but made yourself, wanting to get your message across loud and clear–once and for all–so all of this would hopefully be over.

"I know who you are and what you do and I," you took a shaky inhale, your gaze frantically drinking in the growing displeasure shadowing Andy's face. "I just don’t think it’s for me. I’m sorry. Really. I’m so flattered, you're so…so kind," you quavered, babbling now. "And handsome, and generous, but I… I just can’t.”

You pushed the back door open, nearly falling out of the SUV as you got your feet beneath you and Andy's grip on your arm fell away.

Catching his eyes one final time, you forced a small smile to hopefully soften your rejection before closing the door and nearly running inside.

From within the dark depths of the SUV, Andy watched you go, his handsome face twisting into a scowl as your figure darted up the stairs in the well-lit lobby of your apartment complex before you were altogether out of sight. 

Recalling your parting words to him, your sweet, trembling, "I just can't," Andy huffed in irritation, swiping a hand over his beard as he muttered to himself, “Oh you can and you will, honey, you’ll see.”

Your terror was like a living, breathing thing.

A companion to you in that moment as you shivered uncontrollably and tried to process what was happening, tried to make sense of something that was so completely and utterly illogical–incomprehensible–to your frantic brain. 

One moment, you had been peacefully asleep after a grueling shift that had ended with the epitome of an awkward encounter with Andy Barber, and the next, you were being dragged from your bed and taken from your home by an unknown assailant.

Now you hung from what you could only guess was a meathook, blindfolded as the rough ropes tied tight around your wrists chafed your skin and your toes barely touched the cold, concrete floor beneath you. 

For as long as the drive here had been, from the sound of tires rolling over gravel when you had arrived, and the loud, grinding screech of a door that had followed as you'd been manhandled from the vehicle, you guessed that you were in one of the long-abandoned warehouses on the outskirts of town.

Far, far away from civilization.

From help.

And at the mercy of you didn't know who as you shivered in your flimsy sleep dress and tried not to cry.

You could tell that you weren't alone, as you heard movement and quiet murmurs around you, and you could feel eyes on you. But the voices spoke too low for you to recognize them, their words too soft to register what was being said.

Unable to hold it in any longer, you asked the question blaring through your mind on repeat, your voice nearly breaking as you quavered, “Please, why am I here?”

“Oh, pumpkin, you’re here because I want to have some fun,” a smooth voice tinged with delight spoke from in front of you. 

You tried to see through the blindfold to your captor, but it was useless. However; you did hear him move closer, and a moment later, a big, warm hand was spanning your jaw and tipping your face up. 

“He was right, you are beautiful.”

“W-who was right?” You trembled. 

There was a light boop to your nose before your captor cooed, “Now that would be telling.”

He shifted and suddenly he was behind you, his big hands settling on your hips and slowly caressing higher, his touch burning right through your sleep dress until he was roughly groping your breasts and you gave a broken whimper as you recoiled. 

Doing so only pressed your back flush to your captor’s chest, and you could feel the scratch of a mustache against the side of your throat as he nuzzled along your skin. 

“The things I could do to you,” he hummed, groping your chest harder, until you were whining and trying to twist away from his harsh touch. “I’d wreck you so good, cupcake.”

He pulled away suddenly and you panted, your breaths coming fast and shallow in your panic as you quivered and suppressed your tears.

“But first, how about a little show?”

That was all the warning you got before you felt a cool touch to your neck. It took you a moment to realize what it was - the tip of a blade, and this time you couldn't stop your tears as you felt the knife skim down your throat to your shoulder. 

“No, p-please, please don’t hurt me. Please.”

“God, you’re so fucking sweet, I just wanna annihilate you,” he laughed, and then the blade carefully slipped beneath one of the shoulder straps of your sleep dress before tilting and slicing through it with ease. 

He cut through the other strap and you cried out as he yanked it down until it was fluttering off your body and to the floor, leaving you completely bare but for your cotton panties. 

He purred as he trailed the knife between your breasts, snickering as your nipples pebbled into hard little peaks from the cold and circumstances. Further down your stomach the knife moved, skimming just above the top of your panties until he was teasing along the cute little bow centering the teeny tiny waistband. 

“I could just eat you all up,” he murmured so close you could feel the warm wash of his breath against your lips and jerked away. “But that’s not why I’m here, unfortunately.”

You whined in fear and humiliation as his fingers dragged along the front of your underwear, teasing along the outline of your folds before his touch danced away. A beat later, the knife slit through either side of your panties, until they were falling away and you were naked before a complete and total stranger. 

And not just him. 

Because you could hear a quiet exhale a few feet away, another body shifting and a quiet metal creak. 

“Just a touch,” your captor hummed, planting his hand on your quivering belly and smoothing it higher, until he was fondling your bare breast and pinching your nipple hard enough to make you choke on a scream. 

He groaned, sighed in disappointment, and then shifted away, moving behind you before there was a tug at the back of your head and the blindfold was removed. 

You blinked rapidly, your eyes adjusting to the sudden light assaulting your senses and drinking in the dark, barren expanse of the warehouse around you, and then you saw him. 

Andy Barber. 

Casually reclined in a folding metal chair just a few feet in front of you. 

Your breath caught as shock rippled through you, tears spilling over as you stared at him, stunned.

“W-why?” You quavered, your voice breaking on that one word alone. 

“Because you had to learn,” he shrugged, unapologetic. “That you’re already a part of this world, just by knowing me. That there’s no escaping it, nor me.” He leaned forward in his seat, his eyes—much darker than usual—slowly trailing over your naked body. “Because you don’t get to tell me no. Because, sweetheart, I already own you.”

You started to cry, distraught and struggling to process what was happening. 

That Andy was behind this, that he would do this to you, something so awful and depraved and terrifying. 

The metal chair creaked as Andy poured himself to his feet, sauntering closer until he was looming right in front of you. 

His touch was so gentle as he placed a finger beneath your chin and tilted your face up until your watery eyes met his. Andy took a moment to wipe the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs, his touch lingering and caressing along your skin as his dark, determined gaze drank in your terror. And then he spoke. 

“You have a choice to make, honey. Either you can deny me again, for the last time, and I leave you here with Lloyd, to play with you as he pleases, and I guarantee you won’t survive the night.”

He paused to let his words sink in, lips twitching as your own trembled and you choked on a sob. 

“Or you stop playing hard to get, submit to me, as mine, for good, and you can leave here with me now, safe and sound and cherished, just like I promised you." 

It wasn’t a choice at all, and you both knew it, but as Lloyd shifted behind you, groping your bare ass with one hand and teasing the tip of his knife along the dip of your lower back with the other, you could only choose what you thought was the lesser of the two evils in that moment.

You chose to survive.

“Please, take me home,” you whispered as a single tear spilled over and streaked down your cheek. 

Andy hummed his satisfaction—his victory—nodding at Lloyd over your shoulder. 

You felt the other man shift away, and a moment later, the meathook holding you aloft was lowering, until your feet firmly touched the floor and Andy could remove your wrists from the hook. He held your tied hands in his, nodding again at Lloyd, and a moment later, he was using the same knife that cut away your clothes to cut through the ropes around your wrists and free you from your restraints.

Andy smirked as your legs wobbled to be on solid ground again and you stumbled against him, shaking like a leaf.

You sniffled, sinking against his chest as he gathered you in his arms, weeping quietly as relief washed over you, because it was over now.

Whatever this awful experience had been, it was over. 

And you were safe now.

“Shhh, you’re okay,” Andy murmured, pressing kisses along the crown of your head as he held you. 

You were just starting to appreciate his warmth in the painfully cold warehouse when Andy pulled away. He gripped your arms tightly as he watched you, something sparking to life in his gaze that had a chill zipping up your spine and a new wave of dread washing over you.

“Before we go, there’s just one thing you need to do," he murmured.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, and you swayed on your feet as Andy stepped away. In your periphery, you could see Lloyd perch on the edge of a nearby wooden crate, a wicked grin curling his lips. 

Andy returned to the metal chair a few feet away and sat, spreading his legs wide and nodding toward his feet. “On your knees, sweetheart. I need you to show me that you’re really all in, that you’re mine.”

You stared at him dumbly, uncomprehending and painfully aware of your nakedness as both men watched you without relent. 

“I, I don’t understand,” you whispered. 

Andy grinned at you, a boyish grin that was tinged with something challenging, something mean. 

“You’re going to use that pretty mouth for something other than telling me no,” he cupped the bulge growing at the front of his slacks. “Now get over here, get on your knees, and show me just how much you appreciate my patience, my protection.”

Shuddering at his lewd command–and the threat underlying it–you hugged yourself tightly, sniffling back more tears as you pleaded with him. "Please, don't make me. I'm sorry, for upsetting you for–"

Andy waved away the rest of your apology with a scoff. "Your pretty words aren't enough this time around, honey." He leaned forward, his eyes dark and glittering as his lips pulled back over his perfectly white teeth as he hissed, "Now get on your fucking knees and do what you're told."

Ignoring Lloyd's quietly amused, "Whoa hoe hoe," you swallowed down a humiliated sob before you shakily made your way toward Andy. 

“There you go,” he purred as you stiffly sank to your knees between his spread legs. “I knew you could be a good girl for me.” 

He leaned back, looming over you like a king as he watched your trembling fingers work open his belt, then the front of his pants. Just as you went to reach inside to retrieve his cock, Andy caught your wrist in a too tight grip that had you gasping in fear and going very, very still. 

“Better make it good, honey," he warned. "Better make me believe it, how grateful you are, how you’re completely and utterly mine.”

His unspoken “or else” hung heavy in the air and you could only swallow nervously, nodding as you met his hard gaze with big, terrified eyes. 

When Andy released your wrist, you did exactly as he said. 

Well, you tried to, but as you watched his cock twitch beneath his slacks, still out of your view, and you felt Lloyd's predatory gaze burning into you from a few yards away, you felt the urge to curl in you on yourself take over.

Panic lapped at you as you retracted your hands and hugged yourself. You met Andy's gaze with a pleading look, more tears spilling over as you whispered, “Please don’t make me, Mr. Barber—“

Your words died instantly as Andy's hand shot out and grabbed your throat, gripping hard and shaking you a little. “When you’re seconds away from sucking my cock, I really must insist that  you call me ‘Andy.’”

Whining as his fingers dug into your throat harshly, you tried to recoil, but found it an impossible task. “Andy, please. We can g-go out on a date, like you wanted—“

Lloyd barked out a mean laugh at your pathetic attempts to bargain your way out of this, and you flinched at the sound, shuddering as Andy tsked and tilted his head at you, giving a wry grin as his grip on your throat loosened.

“God, you really are too fucking sweet for words,” he breathed, shifting his grip on you so he could thumb along your trembling lower lip. “That offer’s not on the table anymore, honey. I’m done being nice. You had three months of rejecting me and getting what you wanted, now it’s my turn.” 

Without warning, he shoved his thumb into your mouth, pressing against your tongue until you were squealing and trying to pull away. 

And then he was gritting out an impatient, “Now get to work," before pulling his thumb from your mouth and reclining in his seat once more. 

Sniffling, and trembling still, you finally reached for him. Despite your fear and resistance, you still felt something throb within you once you finally revealed Andy's cock and saw how hard he was, for you. 

He was big and thick and felt like steel velvet in your hand, and his throaty purr at the feel of your soft, shy touch had traitorous slick pooling between your legs as you pressed your thighs together and tried to focus so you could get this over with.

You started with unsure, tentative strokes, part of you trying to draw out the inevitable, and part of you trying to remember how to even do this, because it had been ages since you'd been intimate with someone, since you worshipped a cock. 

And never on command and display like this.

“Let’s go, pumpkin," Lloyd's voice startled you as he urged you to, "Get to the good stuff.”

Feeling your face warm, and getting a glimpse of Andy's growing look of impatience, you pressed up on your knees and hesitated for just a second before licking a long stripe up the length of Andy's cock. 

He inhaled deeply at the drag of your tongue against him, at the way you shyly suckled on the tip of him, drawing out dribbles of pre-cum as your hand stroked and twisted around the base of his length.

As you moved in for another taste, Andy rasped, “Eyes on me.”

You stilled for a beat, your tearful gaze shooting up to his, and by the time your lips were wrapping around the head of his cock, a new wave of tears were streaking down your cheeks as you drew him into your hot mouth.

Andy's moans were wordless as his hand shot out to cradle the back of your head and hold you in place as his hips eagerly rutted up.

So it was Lloyd who commanded you now, his voice smokier than before as he groaned, “Yeah, that's it, pumpkin, get him all wet and sloppy." 

You came up for a breath, unable to stop yourself from glancing over at Lloyd to find him

gripping himself through the front of his pants, the outline of his hard cock clearly visible and making another rush of heat consume you. 

“Wanna hear those filthy sounds once he starts fucking that pretty throat," Lloyd hummed.

"Fuck," Andy grunted, gripping the back of your head harder and guiding your wide gaze back to him. "Do it. Do what he said. I want you an absolute fucking mess for me." 

Shivering, and feeling shame blanket you as more slick seeped from your pussy, you hovered over Andy's hard cock, gripping him firmly as you covered his cock in your spit and worked him with both of your hands for a beat. 

“Don’t forget the balls,” Lloyd chimed gleefully, making you pause your ministrations as Andy shot him a dirty look.  

“Do you fucking mind?” Andy gritted.

Lloyd's grin was cheshire like. “What? I’m living vicariously through you at the moment, Barber, gimme a fucking break.”

Rolling his eyes, Andy returned his attention to you, urging you closer to his cock with a firm grip on the back of your neck. “Relax that throat, honey.” He guided his weeping cock to your mouth before shoving past your lips, down your throat, and holding you there as you gagged and tried to recoil. “Mmm, fuck. I knew you’d make me feel so good, sweetheart. Been dreaming about this for months.”

And that was all the warning you got before Andy started to fuck your face in earnest. 

He was rough as he used you, his hips driving hard and unrelenting down your throat as he grunted and groaned at the feel of you, at the way you were whining and crying and resisting until finally going limp and sagging against him in complete surrender.

"Yeah, that's it, you know your place now, don't you, honey?" Andy husked, giving a particularly hard rut that had you gagging and struggling to breathe as you curled your fingers into his pants. 

From a few feet away, Lloyd groaned loudly, and although you couldn't see him, you could hear the sound of him beating off to the sight of Andy so ruthlessly owning you.

Although you knew it was wrong, although you didn't want to be here with them doing this, part of you must have enjoyed it–being used, the attention–because your cunt was weeping a steady stream of arousal and your insides were throbbing and clenching and desperate for something your logical mind didn't want at all.

Andy's thrusts became harder and faster–wild–as he gripped your head between both of his big hands and pistoned his hips against your face, feeding you every hard, steely inch of his cock over and over again, until your were dizzy and weak from lack of oxygen and your throat was raw.

Finally, Andy gasped, rutting hard and lingering in the deep depths of your abused throat before suddenly pulling his throbbing cock from your mouth as his briny flavor burst along your tastebuds, finishing himself with his hand as he aimed his cum at your face.

Still gasping for breath, you winced as he held you in place by the scruff of your neck and you felt ribbon after ribbon of his warm, sticky spend hit your face and dribble down. By the time he was done, you were covered in Andy's cum, your stomach burning from shame and humiliation as you distantly registered the sound of Lloyd reaching his own peak from just a few feet away. 

And at your expense.

Andy's satisfied hum was throaty and primal as he finally sagged back in his seat, completely spent, his broad chest heaving as he watched you with a feral, possessive look in his eyes.

He was still gripping the base of his spent cock as he arched a brow at you, expectant.

And somehow, you knew exactly what he wanted, feeling your stomach flip unpleasantly as a new wave of tears burned at the back of your eyes. 

Suppressing the urge to curl up and cry, you sank back on your haunches, wringing your trembling hands in your lap, hyper-aware of the way Andy's cum covered your face and neck as you met his dark, wicked gaze and trembled out a soft, “Thank you, sir."

Ignoring Lloyd’s loud guffaw, Andy smirked at you, nodding before gesturing to his now soft, spit-covered cock. “Clean me up like a good girl, and then we’ll go home.”

Feeling more tired than anything at this point, you didn't argue or delay as you moved close and cleaned the stray cum and spit from Andy's cock with your mouth before tucking him away and redoing the front of his pants and belt.

Just as you went to rise from between his legs, Andy gripped your shoulder and kept you in place, at his feet.

He watched you for a beat, his gaze searching and still predatory with that glint of meanness seeping back into his eyes, and you knew before he even spoke that your humiliation and debasement wasn't quite finished yet.

"You know, as much as I enjoyed that–" Andy started before Lloyd cut him off. 

"Fucking same."

Andy continued as if he hadn't been interrupted. "I can't help but wonder if you enjoyed it too, sweetheart."

You must have had a tell, perhaps a hint of shame or guilt or panic in your wide eyes as you stared at Andy, because he chuckled, grinning at you knowingly as he finally released your shoulder and sat back in his seat. 

"Sit back and spread your legs for me, honey."

"W-what?" you trembled, hugging yourself tightly.

Andy tutted. "We're really gonna need to work on that." You cowered at his look of displeasure, the way his beardy jaw ticced in annoyance. "Sit back and spread your legs wide, I wanna see just how much you loved sucking my cock."

Swallowing back a sob, you did as you were told, easing back into a sit on the floor before him and hesitating for a moment before you were shyly opening your legs to Andy's eager gaze. 

"Wider," he snapped, his eyes hungry as they got a glimpse of the shiny petals of your sex.

Biting your lower lip, you spread your legs as wide as you could, feeling the cool air of the warehouse warring with the sticky, hot folds of your pussy that were now on full display.

Humming, Andy leaned forward in his set, resting his forearms on his thighs as he stared at your cunt and the clear, undeniable evidence of your arousal. 

"I dunno," he purred with a wicked smirk. "I think I need a second opinion on whether or not you liked sucking my cock. What do you think, Hansen?"

You nearly snapped your legs closed as Lloyd sauntered closer, coming to a stop just over Andy's shoulder, but the latter's hard gaze had you maintaining your current vulnerable position, if only to make him happy, to be done with all of this.

"Oh, I think that's one drippy pussy," Lloyd observed, leering at you and licking his lips as he cooed, "Someone's all excited, huh, pumpkin?"

You finally lost the battle with crying, a sob hitching loudly in your chest as you pressed your legs closed and hugged them to your chest to hide.

Andy sighed loudly, shaking his head as he said, "You gotta learn, you're not allowed to hide from me, honey." Gesturing to Lloyd with two fingers, he instructed, "Hold her spread open for me.”

Lloyd grinned at your alarmed look. "With pleasure."

Before you could even think to move, let alone try to run or resist, Lloyd was settled behind you on the floor, his legs sprawled on either side of you as he wrapped an arm around your middle and yanked until your back was flush to his chest. 

You whined as his big hands smoothed down your bare thighs before he was gripping just beneath either of your knees with his hands and yanking your legs up and open, until your pussy was on obscene display for Andy's satisfied gaze.

Andy moved closer, until he was crouching right in front of you and you were trapped between these two, big terrifying men.

Shuddering, Andy just stared at your pussy for a long moment. His eyes were the darkest you had seen yet, his hands twitching before him, and then he was moving impossibly close, kneeling between your sprawled legs, and reaching for you.

You gasped as his thick fingers traced up the cut of you, his touch taking its time before he was swirling gentle circles around your clit. You couldn't help the way your body jerked and trembled at his touch, a soft mewl falling from your lips when the press of his fingers grew firmer against your clit and a sudden heat sparked to life deep in your gut.

Andy continued to pet all along your pussy, spreading around the copious amount of slick that was there and kept on flowing, and when his finger finally teased along your clenching hole, you whined, sinking back against Lloyd without thought and canting your hips in a silent plea for more.

A wordless offer.

Your complete and total submission.

Grinning, Andy teased a finger just inside your cunt, getting a soft, pretty moan from you before he was cooing, “This is such a pretty tight hole you have, sweetheart, I can’t wait to fuck it.”

"I think you should make her take both our cocks at the same time," Lloyd groaned, his touch growing more firm on your legs as he tucked his chin against your shoulder and avidly watched the way Andy gently fingered your pussy.  "There's no way this sweet little angel has been DP'd."

Andy laughed at the way your eyes fluttered open–wide and alarmed at Lloyd's suggestion–as you shot him a pleading look. "I think we should save that for another time. Gotta ease her into things."

"Boring," Lloyd huffed in disappointment.

Giving you another one of those pleased, boyish grins, Andy gently collared your throat with his free hand, aiming your glossy gaze his way as a second finger pushed in beside the first and he slowly, deeply fucked you with his fingers. 

"Feels good, doesn't it, honey?"

You nodded, mindless now, the fear that had been prevalent in your mind all night finally taking a back seat and deferring to the pleasure that Andy was wringing from your needy, wanting body.

You whimpered as he twisted his wrist, found that spongy spot with hardly an effort at all, and rubbed.

"Oh, my god!" you gasped, your back arching as you whined and tried to rut into the drive of Andy's fingers.

"Yeah, that's it, fucking give it to her," Lloyd grunted, nipping at the side of your throat.

"Oh, I think she liked that," Andy huffed a laugh. "Her pussy went wild when you bit her."

"Such a bad girl," Lloyd murmured against your ear, nipping your lobe hard and grinning when you moaned and rocked your hips into Andy's driving fingers even harder. 

"You wanna cum, sweetheart?" Andy asked. His hand dropped from your throat so he could start to rub at your clit as he railed you even harder with his fingers, faster, until you were keening and babbling and begging to cum.

"Please, please, Andy!" you whined, so very desperate to cum, to seek the height of your release, to feel your body ripple with it, to get lost in feeling good for the first time all night. "Please, please, please!"

Just as the tingle started at the base of your spine, just as your thighs began to twitch and your toes curled, Andy stopped.

You sobbed out a devastated, "No!" when he pulled away from you completely, his smirk mean and victorious as he sucked his messy fingers into his mouth and hummed at the flavor of your fleeting, unfulfilled pleasure.

"You don't really think you deserve to cum after everything, do you?" he laughed, rising to his full height and taking a moment to enjoy the sight of you at his feet.

Still covered in his cum, trembling and unsatisfied as you stared up at him, seemingly unaware of the way Lloyd was copping a feel and groping your breasts in his big hands. 

But also with that shine of want–of need–in your eyes. 

For him.

At last.

"Come on, honey, time to go home."

Lloyd huffed his irritation as he shoved you away from him and to your feet before rising to his own. "Good fucking thing I have my own needy, drippy pussy waiting for me at home, because otherwise this night would have been a complete fucking waste."

"But a well paying one," Andy smirked at him. 

Rolling his eyes, Lloyd spared you one final leer and a pat on your bare ass as he stalked past you. "Until next time, pumpkin."

You stared after him, still dazed and trembling. You blinked, then grimaced at the way Andy's drying cum was beginning to pull at your skin. When you lifted a hand to start to wipe it away, Andy caught your wrist in his.

"Leave it," he commanded, his eyes hard and daring you to resist him as he placed the softest of kisses against your palm.

Shivering, you blinked back your tears of humiliation before nodding. 

Andy's smile was slow to unfurl across his lips, but it was genuine, if not a little smug. A moment later, he was shrugging out of his suit jacket and carefully draping it over your shoulders, enjoying your relieved look and whispered, "Thank you," as he secured a couple of the buttons and gripped your arms through the thick material.

When he tugged you against him, you didn't resist, just sank against his chest and waited for whatever came next.

For whatever he wanted.

"Good girl," Andy grinned, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your head, and then another to your forehead. 

Giving you a final squeeze, he stepped back, touched a finger beneath your chin and tipped your messy, dazed face up to his. He pressed a final kiss to the tip of your nose, gentle as could be, and then he was giving a happy sigh, corralling you close, and leading you outside to take you home.

With him.

Where you belonged.

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Moon knight reading order

2000-2024

For more In depth Reading order

Marvel Knights (2000) #4-14

Moon Knight Vol. 5 (2006-2009)

Moon Knight: Silent Knight #1 (2009)

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (2009-2010)

Shadowland Moon Knight(2010)/reading order

Secret Avengers(2010-2012)

Moon Knight Vol. 6 (2011-2012)

Moon Knight Vol. 7 (2014-2015)

Moon Knight Vol .8 (2016-2017)

Avengers (2018) #33-37

Moon Knight: City of the Dead(2023-2024)

Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood(2022)

Ms. Marvel & Moon Knight(2022)

Devil’s Reign: Moon Knight/reading order (2022)

Strange Academy: Moon Knight(2023)/strange Academy (2020-2022)

Moon Knight Vol. 9 (2021-2024)

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (2024)

Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu(2024-)

Accidents never happen

Summary: In which you accidentally call Steven Daddy... but he's into it

Warnings: Daddy kink, vulnerable sex, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, dacryphylia, lmk if I missed anything!

Notes: This is an answer to this request from @cosmicblogs on my main blog (I changed the premise just a wee bit I hope you don't mind pookie)

Wc: 1.5k

"Wot?"

Steven pulled himself reluctantly away from your where he'd buried his face inbetween your breasts. He looked so pretty- ruffled hair, flushed skin, titty drunk eyes. Steven was definitely a boob man.

You however couldn't appreciate the gorgeous scene in front you, too focused on the embarrassment churning through your body in cold waves. You could barely meet his eye, turning away and pretending you hadn't said anything.

"Wot was that, love?" Steven giggled, nosing your neck. "Hm? Did I hear you right?" "I-i didn't say anything.." "Oh I think you did darlin', yeah I think you did. Come on then, wot was that for, eh?"

Whining, you hid your face in your hands. The possibility of you having a Daddy kink was not something you wanted to think about! It was weird, and you'd half convinced yourself you didn't actually have the kink thanks to your anxiety around it. Swearing yourself to secrecy, you had promised yourself you would not, under any circumstances, utter the word "Daddy" around anyone, especially your three boyfriends! Steven least of all, he was so sweet and needy, you didn't want to taint his innocent naivety with your depraved lustings.

And yet.. in the heat of the moment, it had slipped out. Steven was moaning into your chest, palming your tits, suckling on a sensitive bud and rolling the other between his fingers. With the ripples of hot, velvet pleasure winding through you, you hadn't even realised the word begin to rise in your throat.

"D-daddy.." you had all but whimpered out, quiet, but loud enough for Steven to clock it, and this led you to your current predicament;

"Now.. I don't think I'm old enough to be going deaf love, I think I heard you call me Daddy, huh?" "No-! I didn't." Steven chuckled, and gently attempted to pry your hands away from where they covered your mortified expression.

"Aw, come on sweetheart, 's alright, come on, you're really not gonna let me look at your pretty' face?" Slowly, you took your hands away, and Steven's bright smile eased some of your worry.

"There, there's my beautiful girl." Tenderly, he cupped one of your cheeks in his big hands, and pet your skin with his thumb.

"See now, not so bad, is it?" "..Can we just forget I said that Steven?" "Why? S' not all that weird, I don't mind at all darlin' if that's what you like." You whined again, kicking your legs in frustration;

"But it's so weird!" "S' not! Besides, even it if it was, anythings' cute when you do it." "Stooopppp-" you groaned, Steven only laughed again, leaning forward to kiss your hair, and whisper into your neck from where he lay next to you;

"We can stop, if you want darlin'.. but all I'm sayin' is.. I'm not judgin' ya, okay sweetheart? Don't mind at all. Not one bit."

You peered at him suspiciously. "..Really?" "Promise! In fact.." Steven's dextrous fingers slowly danced over your nipples again, ever so gently, before travelling lower, and lower, to your pubic bone. However, even as you whimpered, and rolled your hips up to meet his fingers, he didn't touch you there, not yet.

"I quite like the idea." "You do?" Your voice was breathy, Steven swallowed your noises with a searing kiss and moaned with you as he lightly began to circle your tiny clit with his fingers, you felt his cock throb and twitch against your thigh. He pulled away, a string of saliva connecting your two tongues.

"Yeah I think I do, hm? Would you like that?" You keened, nodding furiously. "Aw, yeah? Baby wants to be taken care of by Daddy, hm? I'm sure Daddy can arrange something-"

The juxtaposition between the strength and tenderness he showed when plunging his two fingers into your greedy cunt was mind boggling, and had you crying out into the flat. The rhythm of his fingers rolled inside you like soothing warm water, again and again stroking that spongey patch inside you. This tempo continued for a few more minutes, until you reached the precipice of orgasm, cunt fluttering around Steven's fingers- but it was all taken away. You whined like a petulant child when Steven withdrew his soaked fingers from you.

"Hm? Now don't be like tha' love, come on, be a good girl for Daddy, yeah? Open your mouth, that's it- oh good girl.. don't even have to tell you what to do eh? You just know, such a good girl f'me." You had obeyed Steven's desires by sucking.his fingers into your mouth, tasting the rich, tangy flavour of your own juices. Steven moaned at the sight, and kissed your head when he felt his fingers had been thoroughly licked clean. Climbing over you to kneel between your open legs, he finally positioned his cock between your folds, notching it just under your clit. You shivered, a sudden shock of pleasure darting though you. Steven rested his hands on your knees, spreading you open further and allowing him a clearer view of his cock stuffing you to the brim.

He couldn't help himself, it seemed, as he was asking you, "You ready love?" only when he was halfway inside you. Steven always stretched you out so good, like all the boys. It was always just right. You arched your back as he finally bottomed out, Steven bringing his hand around to cup your back, and hold you firmly on his cock.

You had sex with Steven many a time before.. but this time felt different. You were, both of you, uniquely vulnerable today, having shared something so personal. The man himself needed a moment to adjust, nevermind you, it was usually like this; the hot, wet pressure of your cunny was always something Steven needed to adjust to. His laboured breathing now matched your own.

Though eventually, it was too little. You needed more, and you grabbed at his shoulder, pleading with him with the best puppy-dog eyes you could muster;

"Please Daddy," you whimpered, "Please, I need it, please-" Steven groaned, pulling back his hips before roughly rutting forward again. You cried out, louder this time, writhing against the sheets.

"Y-yeah? This what you want, little girl? This what you need?" You nodded, unable to speak as the feeling of climax mounted once again.

"Oh, baby girl, you cryin'?" He moved one of his broad hands to wipe away the tears you hadn't realised had formed, so overwhelmed by the flood of positive emotions. Now that he mentioned it, your vision was getting a little blurry..

"Ohhhhh fuck, baby, sweetheart, my precious girl, that's so hot, oh fuck- it's that good huh? Yeah? Daddy makes you feel that good?" You could only babble and hiccup in response, the mind-blowing sensation of him drilling into you over and over and over, in the vulnerable setting you had accidentally forced yourself into, was overriding all capacity for thought. Steven moaned, "Ohhh shit, I bet you said that on purpose, yeah? You just wanted to get fucked real, deep, huh?" He punctuated each word with a snapping thrust of his hips, leaving you a sobbing mess beneath him.

Soon it became too much to even look at him, his gorgeous brown eyes and dark curls above you, and so you squeezed your eyes shut. You felt him shift, and suddenly you were held close to the comforting warmth of his chest. Steven leaned down to kiss your head for the nth time that night.

"Come on baby, you can cum whenever you like sweetie, okay? Come on, I know you can do it, let go for me, let go for Daddy, thaaats it, there we go, good girl, such a good girl for Daddy..." He held you tight, rocking you through your orgasm as it hit you like a freight train. Sure, Steven blew your mind everytime he made you cum, but again, this time, so open and honest, was different. As the loud thumping of your heartbeat pulsed in your ears, and the starshattering climax wracked through your entire body, Steven followed soon after. He hunched over, whimpering and moaning in your ear as he spilled his hot ropes of cum deep inside you, rolling his hips in tandem with yours, until he propped himself up above you, huffing, his cock still twitching within you.

He gently brought you up and over, so that he lay on his back, and you on his chest, still with his dick softening inside you. Steven always glowed after an orgasm, though in your aftershocks and subspace, you didn't really have the energy to appreciate the way his skin glittered with sweat, and the way his smile light up the entire flat. He stroked your hair; "That wasn't so bad, was it? Eh?" You hummed. "See? Exactly. No need to be embarrassed about anythin', okay sweetheart?" Again you hummed, and rubbing your shoulder, Steven seemed satisfied with this answer.

"...I still think you said it on purpose." You were too weak to argue back, other than with a loud, keening whine, and a smack to his shoulder. Steven chuckled, and peppered kisses against your head, smiling down at you;

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter now, does it?"