Kitty Was An Hamster In Another Life

Not a US citizen, but here a crazy thought:

Why don't you vote on the person you want to?

Please don’t vote third party or write in Bernie Sanders at the presidential election. All that does is split the vote and ensures another 4 years of Trump. Vote Democrat and get Trump out of office in November

Awn, good for reader for standing up for herself

Would love to read a continuation with Clark 💜

Mini skirt

Holacia Note: This started as an idea from the song Minifalda but spiraled out of control and this is what I got 🤷‍♀️

Summary: You and your friends head out for drinks and dancing when you run into your stupid ex-boyfriend. 

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Word Count: ~860

Warnings: history of unhealthy relationship, drinking, lady sticking up for herself. Remember to never drink and drive! Surprise cameo 

Tag List: @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ @stargazingfangirl18​ @thiskindahotkindamusic​

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i know ur not taking requests right now . but if i could just get a CRUMB of meeting ransom at a halloween party... a hc, a drabble, a fic, IDC i am so desperate for this. i need to know what he’d dress up as. please i am begging

Bwahahaha I could feel your shameless hoe desperation, nonnie, and I couldn't just leave you hanging. Consider this your very own Halloween treat 😘

Trick or Treat?

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale x Female!Reader Word Count: 2,943 Summary: You’d rather be anywhere else than a Halloween party thrown by rich Boston elite, but luckily a pretty asshole with a lame Halloween costume keeps you entertained. Warnings: Explicit language. Sexual themes. AU.

You didn’t even want to go to this Halloween party.

It wasn’t your normal scene and you had very little in common with rich Boston socialites. But your best friend had begged you, pulled out the puppy dog eyes and pouting lower lip and everything, and damnit! You couldn’t say no to her when she did that.

And she knew it.

She also promised it wouldn’t be as bad as you were already assuming, because her cousin was throwing the party and her cousin was awesome.

Her cousin was also a rich Boston socialite who lived in an actual facts manor on the edge of the city.

Your mouth literally gaped as you struggled with your costume as you got out of your friend’s car.

That was another thing you weren’t crazy about - wearing a costume. You hadn’t done that in years. But when you told your friend you would just dress in your scrubs and be a nurse for Halloween, like you were every other day of your life, she nearly rioted.

So you’d called in a favor with another friend, one who was a local theater director and gleefully helped you comb through his costume department to pick out something to wear to the party.

And you would be lying if you said you weren’t just a little bit in love with the extravagant renaissance dress. It was from a Shakespeare play you couldn’t remember the name of, and it was actually very pretty and fit you surprisingly well.

But as you continued to gape at the many expensive vehicles filling the circular driveway, the type of high end cars you would never even ride in, let alone own in your lifetime, you couldn’t help but feel out of place.

And that feeling only increased as you followed your friend inside the manor and realized your pretty dress was a far cry from the various sexy Halloween costumes donned by the other women at this adult frat party you just stepped into.

You froze in the entryway, eyes so wide you were sure you resembled a cartoon character, as you glanced around.

There were people everywhere. Filling the excessive manor, with their excessive alcohol, and the too loud music making the floor vibrate beneath your feet.

“I just wanna find my cousin and say hi,” your friend chirped, adjusting her sexy witch costume as she grinned at you. “Go find us some drinks, and maybe a couple of sexy vampires or something to take home for the night, and I’ll catch up with you.”

“You’re not seriously going to ditch me as soon as we get here?” you scoffed.

“I’m not ditching,” she promised. “I’ll be right back!”

And then she was gone, lost in a sea of sexy doctors, sexy Red Riding Hoods, and sexy…you squinted - was that a sexy SpongeBob Squarepants costume?

“Oh my god, why did I agree to this?” you muttered to yourself, realizing that a few people nearby were smirking at your more traditional--and conservative--costume as they whispered to each other.

Feeling your face warm, you hitched up your dress and shimmied through the crowd. There were drink filled coolers, kegs, and tables laden with snacks and food throughout the space, so you grabbed a beer, just one, cause your ditching BFF could get her own, and planted yourself in a corner of one of the less crowded rooms.

It looked like some kind of sitting room and, bored from the party and trying your best not to make eye contact with the drunk, sleazy looking spartan a few yards away who was eyeing you up like a prime rib, you hedged around the perimeter of the room. You observed the various family photos and awards as you idly sipped your beer.

You were trailing your fingers along a familiar book on the built-in bookshelves when a voice suddenly spoke to your left.

“So what’s your deal? You an exiled princess? Or a lonely queen? I could probably help with that second one.”

You started, straightening and glancing over to find a ridiculously attractive man staring at your chest.

He was tall and lean, his shoulders broad and encased in an expensive looking maroon sweater. His dark gray slacks were perfectly tailored, hinting at muscled thighs and long legs. His dark blonde hair was neatly swept away from his face, his pale skin a beautiful practice in sharp lines and perfect angles.

He was, quite simply, the most handsome man you had ever seen in real life, and you fidgeted to be in his company.

His blue eyes finally lifted from your cleavage as he took a pull from his beer, and you remembered his question about your costume.

Your gaze narrowed. “I’m not exiled or lonely, I’m just--”

“A stuck up prude?” he guessed, eyes sparkling as your mouth fell open.

“Well who are you supposed to be?” you cried, waving a hand at his normal attire. He stuck out like more of a sore thumb than you did.

A smirk slowly curled his lips and he stepped closer, invading your personal space as he met your gaze. With a perfectly straight face, he replied, “I’m the guy who’s gonna be balls deep in that uptight pussy by the end of the night.”

You spluttered wordlessly, torn between the embarrassment that warmed your face and suppressing your giggles, because this guy was ridiculous...even as a tiny part of you rippled with excitement at his lewd declaration.

Because, honestly? You’d never had a man that pretty show you a lick of interest.

His snicker of amusement that he momentarily struck you speechless made your gaze narrow further. You rolled your eyes as you shoved him out of your space, very purposefully ignoring just how warm and firm his chest felt beneath your touch.

“In your dreams, asshole,” you snorted before hurrying past him in search of your friend.

Your search stretched on, and after what you guessed was fifteen minutes or so of your friend being MIA, as well as dodging a number of lecherous comeons, you needed air.

Even if that air was abnormally chilly for an evening in late October. You decided you’d much rather risk frostbite than spend one more minute inside that fancy manor with all those smug, outrageous partygoers.

Which is why you hedged away from a small group of people smoking a joint just outside of the manor and wandered around the side of the large home. Relief eased the tension from your shoulders as you found the dark, chilly grounds around you empty of anyone else.

With a quiet sigh, you leaned against the cold, gray stone of the manor, hugging yourself as you shivered in the evening chill. The grounds seemed to stretch on forever, in what you assumed were rolling hills of perfectly manicured grass, but you couldn’t really tell in the dark. There was a lake in the distance, and for a split second, you wondered what it would be like to be this rich.

It’s not like you were struggling financially. You lived comfortably, and you appreciated everything you had. You actually really loved your job as a nurse and enjoyed working hard and helping others on the daily.

But still...what would it be like to drive home to this at the end of each day?

It was a concept you couldn’t even compute, and didn’t spend a lot of time trying to.

Another round of shivers shook your frame and you crossed your arms tighter over your chest.

“You look cold, sweetheart.”

Your head snapped up, spying the pretty asshole from earlier rounding the side of the manor and sauntering toward you. He was wearing a long, tan coat, a colorful scarf draped around his neck, and your jealousy at how warm he looked was instant.

He kept coming closer, until he was standing right in front of you, no more than a foot away. His gaze dropped to your chest once more, which was now put on further display with your arms tightly hugging yourself to fend off the cold.

It was your turn to snicker, at his complete lack of shame. “I finally figured out your costume,” you said. “You’re a guy who can’t take a hint.”

He laughed. “You can call me ‘Ransom,’ princess.”

You blinked. “Is that actually your name?”

His eyes narrowed as he took an exaggerated step closer, his front brushing against you and making you straighten. You pressed yourself against the stone behind you even more, trying to keep some distance between the two of you.

It was strange, the gentle malice shining in his gaze as he planted his palm on the wall beside your head. It was so different from the smug amusement you’d witnessed in him thus far.

Ransom leaned in close enough that his body heat was chasing the chill from your body, and you shivered again, but this time it wasn’t from the cold.

“You’ve got a mouth on you, huh?” His hand fell to the curve of your hip, gently squeezing and you froze. “Wonder if you’ve got the talent to back it up. Feel free to drop to your knees and show me. For science.”

“Oh my god!” You half laughed, half gasped, trying to shove him away. “You are so disgusting!” Your eyes narrowed when you realized how ineffective it was - trying to push him away.

In fact, he only pressed closer, until your hands were pinned against his stomach and he was smirking down at you.

You huffed your defeat and instead glared up at him for all you were worth.

“Sticks and stones,” he faux pouted, chuckling as you gave him a waspish gaze.

You opened your mouth to tell him where he could shove his sticks and stones, but Ransom swooped in and kissed you quiet.

You were so stunned you went still, your breath catching at the warm play of his lips against yours. And then he was smiling against your lips and forcing his tongue into your mouth, until it was teasing your own and…

Well, sadly this pretty asshole was a very good kisser.

It was like all of your objections and offense literally evaporated as he worked your mouth with the filthiest, most thorough kiss you’d ever experienced in your life.

You moaned, prying your hands from between your bodies so you could touch him. One hand slid around the nape of his neck, the other groping his chest, exploring the muscles beneath.

Ransom hissed quietly as your cold fingers found their way beneath his scarf and collar and onto his bare skin. “Jesus, you’re fucking freezing.” He remained close, forehead pressed against yours, noses knocking.

You found your body curling even closer to him, craving relief from the cold, until you were flush to his chest, his coat now keeping you warm too.

“That’s my actual costume,” you murmured. “A frigid bitch.”

Ransom laughed, the amusement back in his eyes as they danced at you. “You’re funny, princess.”

You stared up at him, your hands tracing the smooth, luxurious fabric of his scarf. “Y/N,” you finally offered.

Ransom repeated your name softly, his lips curling into a hint of a smirk, but still more of a smile. “I’d be happy to warm you up. In fact, my house is fairly close and I have a very impressive fireplace.”

“Is ‘fireplace’ some kind of weird sexual innuendo or…”

“Why don’t you come home with me and find out?”

“It’s lame of you to prey on my hypothermia,” you told him.

“I’m pretty shameless when it comes to getting what I want,” Ransom returned. His fingers pressed into the curve of your hip, scorching you through the thick fabric of your costume. “Or who.”

At that, you grinned. “I have a feeling you’re used to getting what, or who, you want, Ransom.”

“You’re not wrong,” he smirked.

For some reason, you found his arrogance amusing, and oddly charming. Maybe you really did have hypothermia and it was affecting your judgment...or maybe that steamy kiss had thoroughly short circuited your brain.

And, if you were being honest with yourself, it was kind of fun, this sexy banter with a pretty asshole. More fun than hiding in the corner of a too loud party full of strangers.

“Sorry to say you’re gonna need to thaw me out a little more before I agree to go home with you,” you told him, gently pushing at his chest.

Ransom’s brows furrowed as he stared down at you, lips pursed with disappointment. “Meaning?”

“Meaning baby steps, Casanova,” you smiled mischievously, unable to help yourself as you gripped the lapels of his coat and tugged him close. “It’s gonna take more than a lame Halloween costume, lots of arrogance, and a decent kiss to get in my pants.”

“Decent?” Ransom scoffed, glowering as you pushed him away and stepped around him.

You immediately missed his body heat as the cool night air engulfed you.

“You always that enthusiastic for merely decent kisses?” Ransom huffed.

You hugged yourself tightly, glancing over at him with a wry smile as you blatantly ignored his question. “Does your car have heat?”

He blinked, thrown off by the change in subject. “...yes?”

“How about we sit in there and warm up, because I’d literally rather throw myself in the half frozen lake than return to that party.”

Ransom couldn’t suppress a smile. He shook his head, sighing as he shoved his hands in his coat pockets. He followed as you moved toward the front of the manor, then the driveway.

He pointed out his beamer, hand touching the small of your back as he guided you toward it. Then he was standing too close and pinning you against the passenger door as he dug around in his pocket for his keys.

“That kiss was way more than just decent,” he muttered, tugging his keys free. “You were practically putty in my hands. And those little gasps and moans, just from a kiss…”

Your face warmed as you blinked up at him, because he wasn’t wrong. It had been entirely too long since you’d had a kiss like that, let alone actually gotten laid. And just the thought of breaking your dry spell with this silver tongued Adonis was enough to make you shiver in delight.

Getting a whiff of his musky cologne as he shifted against you, you felt his hand sneak to your hip again. His proximity shielded you from the cold, and you couldn’t help but lean into him, just a little.

“Just imagine the noises I make when someone’s balls deep in this uptight pussy,” you teased on a quiet murmur.

Ransom’s breath caught, his grip on your hip squeezing hard as his gaze seemed to go dark with desire before your eyes. “Didn’t take you for such a tease, sweetheart.”

“What’s wrong, you can dish it out but you can’t take it?”

He smirked at your playful jibe, wedging his knee between your legs as he unlocked the passenger door. Even through the thick layers of your dress, you felt a dull ache spark to life in your core as Ransom’s thigh pressed against you with purpose.

“Mmm, careful, princess, you’re playing with fire.” His head dipped closer, lips hovering so close to yours you swore you could taste him. “You keep mouthing off like that, do all that teasing with no follow through, and you may just get burned right up.”

“Don’t threaten this frigid bitch with a good time,” you quipped. Your heart skipped a beat as Ransom smiled, white teeth flashing as those perfectly plump and tempting lips of his curled.

“We’re gonna have a lot of fun,” he hummed, his thigh pressing against your core hard enough to make you gasp. You didn’t resist as his hands cupped your hips, rocking you against him as his mouth teased along yours.

Your eyes fluttered as he kissed you, much slower this time. He took his time tasting you, gently pulling you apart with his lips and tongue, swallowing your needy little mewl as you wound your arms around his neck and yanked him close.

When Ransom finally pulled away, you were both panting. You pressed a hand to your chest, like it would quell the rapid pace of your heart, your underwear thoroughly ruined and sticking to you uncomfortably as Ransom’s leg moved away as he straightened.

“Better than decent?” he taunted, smile smug as you stared up at him, a little dazed.

You blinked, and then snorted in laughter as you processed his words. “I’ll give you and your ego a moment,” you giggled, patting Ransom’s chest before tugging open the passenger door and carefully folding yourself, and your dress, inside.

Ransom stood there, gazing down at you before ducking low, so his eyes could meet yours. “The thing about my ego, sweetheart? It’s completely justified.”

His grin was wicked as you stared at him.

“You’ll find out soon enough, once I completely and thoroughly ruin you.” His thumb skimmed your kiss swollen bottom lip, his eyes still glued to yours. “And then you’ll fucking thank me for it. As you should.”

You pressed your thighs together, warmth rushing through you and your earlier chill forgotten entirely as Ransom fucking winked at you before closing the door. And as he sauntered around to the driver’s side of the car, you couldn’t help but stare, fanning yourself just a little as you realized he may have just thawed your frigid bitch exterior a tiny bit more.

And you were totally okay with that.

Lol yer girl can’t write a short drabble to save her fucking life. 🤷🏻‍♀️

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I’m weeping for this Andy too 🥵

Hi Siri! First off, I absolutely love all of your works! You’re such a fantastic writer! So for your extravaganza, could I ask for a continuation of the Andy fic you did a while ago with the “honey we’re past the bargaining stage, it’s time to pay up” prompt? Feel free to ignore if that’s not something you’d like to do, I understand!❤️

Made Good

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,657

Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Dub con hinging on non con (at first). Blackmail/coercion. Repaying a debt with sex. Vaginal fingering. Squirting. Unprotected sex. Innocence kink. Praise kink. Corruption kink. Fear kink (is that a thing, because it is for this Andy 😳) Mob elements. Soft!dark Andy Barber. AU. 18+ only!

A/N: I have been wanting to write a follow up to this story since I first wrote it, liiike, it was on my Kinktober list (with the innocence kink 😈) but I didn’t get to it, so nonnie, I am sooo excited and grateful that you sent in this ask. It was one of the first ones I received, but I was excited to save it for my celebration finale 🤓 Thank you ❤️

P.S. If you haven’t read the first part of this, I suggest you do, as this will be a direct continuation of that scene. Also shoutout to @river-soul for spitballing with me on this one, ilu! Enjoy! 😘

“Please, I don’t want this,” you whispered shakily, more tears streaking down your cheeks as Andy shifted closer to you, grinning as you retreated.

He stalked you slowly, and you could see it in his eyes, how much fun he was having, the way he reveled in your fear, something even darker igniting in his gaze at the sound of your frightened whimper as you hit the pool table behind you. You stumbled against it, and once Andy closed the distance between you, looming close, you were trapped.

His hands were warm and heavy as they slid along your thighs, his head cocking and lips curling into a devilish smirk as his touch discovered the top of your thigh high stockings, and the bare skin beyond.

“Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all,” he teased, lifting you onto the edge of the pool table with ease as he slotted himself between your legs.

“Please, stop!” you tried to recoil from him, but Andy’s hand slid around you, planting heavy on your lower back and yanking you against him.

He rutted against you so forcefully that you could feel the hard, hot length of him through both your clothes.

The way your breath hitched, your shaking hands scrabbling against his chest to try and shove him away, and the desperate terror in your gaze as you stared up at him–pleadingly–had Andy pausing.

He just watched you for a moment, the air around you crackling with tension and anticipation–with wicked intent, too–and then he was humming, his head dipping close as his free hand lifted, a solitary finger curling beneath your chin and tilting your face up so you couldn’t look away from him.

“Then again, only a good girl would look so fucking terrified of my cock.”

Andy grinned as his men laughed, and you felt another wave of humiliation and shame wash over you, at being their form of entertainment - at all of their eyes on you, watching you, reveling in your inescapable ruin.

Hand dropping to your thigh, Andy tugged you flush against him, rocking against the warm heat between your legs, purring at how soft and pretty and scared you were, just for him.

“Promise I’ll make it good for you, sweetheart,” he murmured against your ear, dragging his cheek against yours until you were gasping at the burn of his beard along your skin, your fingers clawing at the crisp, white shirt beneath his blazer. “Bet I’ll have you begging for me and my cock before tonight's through.”

You could hear the men around you shift, the rustle of clothing, even a quiet, carnal groan, and you couldn’t help but bury your face against Andy’s chest, desperate to hide from the wicked, watchful eyes all around you.

“Please don’t let them watch,” you whispered, swallowing against a desperate, frightened sob as you gripped Andy’s shirt tighter and peeked up at him with pleading eyes. “Please.”

Andy’s plump, pink lips quirked at your request. “Fuck, you really are a shy, sweet thing, aren’t you?” His hand slid up your back, pulling you against him and he hummed. “Can feel you trembling for me, honey, so fucking scared. God, I’m gonna ruin you.”

This time you couldn’t suppress your sob, pressing your face against Andy’s chest as you wept.

“I can be nice though,” his words were a hot rush against your ear, making you shiver. “I’ll even make you a deal, how’s that?”

Your crying died down as Andy cradled the back of your head, forcing you to look at him. His dark eyes eagerly drank in your shaken state, and despite the gentle caress of his thumbs against your cheeks as he wiped away your tears, you still flinched, making him chuckle.

“How about this: you be a good girl for me, do whatever I want, no fighting or making a big fuss, and I’ll make them all leave.”

A few huffs of frustration and quiet grumbles rippled through the room, reminding you of your audience, and you were nodding before you really even processed Andy’s words.

You knew you couldn’t stop what was about to happen, that you couldn’t fight off Andy because he was so much bigger and stronger than you, but at least you could gain some privacy for your inevitable violation.

Satisfied gaze fixed on you, Andy told the others, “Leave, now. And I’m not to be disturbed, I don’t care if the world is ending.” He rocked against you, groaning at the friction. “I’m gonna fucking enjoy this.”

Andy’s men began to file out of the private VIP room, but you didn’t look away from him, not even after hearing the door click shut, confirming you were all alone with him now, because Andy slowly began to undress.

He took his time loosening his tie and tugging it over his head, dropping it on the pool table beside you. You watched as he shrugged out of his suit blazer, swallowing nervously at just how broad his shoulders were, just how big he was. His cufflinks went next, and he tucked those into his pants pocket before unbuttoning his shirt and taking that off, too. The final thing to go was his white t-shirt, everything neatly set beside you on the pool table.

You couldn’t help but admire him, because you had never seen such an attractive man in person. His chest was a broad, muscled expanse of pale skin littered with tattoos and dark, wiry chest hair that tapered into a trail leading down his firm, flat stomach and into the top of his pants.

You felt your cheeks go hot as your gaze lingered at the front of his pants, spying the tent there, Andy’s arousal pressed right up against you.

His hands reaching for you had you snapping back to reality and recoiling until he tsked at you.

“None of that, honey, we had a deal.” Andy’s eyes flashed, going hard as his jaw clenched. “Unless you want me to bring my men back in to enjoy the show? Or better yet, I could take you out onto the club floor and fuck you there for everyone to see, is that what you want?”

“N-no!” You shook your head, shuddering at the thought.

“Then behave,” Andy purred, gently pushing your denim jacket down your arms before setting it aside with his own clothes.

He took his time working open the little buttons down the front of your dress, his gaze flickering to your face, a smirk twisting his lips as he found your eyes lowered submissively and avoiding his as he parted the flaps of your dress and revealed your trembling body for the first time.

“Dunno why you’re so shy, sweetheart,” Andy said, pushing the dress from your shoulders until you were sitting before him in nothing but your simple cotton panties, matching bra, and thigh highs. “This is a body that was made to be worshipped.”

You covered yourself on instinct, feeling a fresh wave of tears fill your eyes at being here, like this, with a scary stranger who was so eager to take advantage of you, to hurt you and use you.

Andy reached for your wrists, gripping one in each hand and shoving your arms back to your sides as he grunted, “Don’t hide from me.”

“Please don’t do this,” you tried to appeal to him one last time, gasping as Andy’s big hand slid up your chest, between your heaving breasts, until he was gently gripping your throat. “I promise I’ll pay you back, I swear.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he laughed, gaze dropping as his free hand slid up your thigh, the back of his knuckles dragging up the front of your panties. “We’re so far past money at this point.”

You gasped as he suddenly tore your panties away, the violence of it making your skin sting and fresh tears blur your vision. You tried to squirm away from his touch, whining in humiliation as he drew his fingers along the cut of you, teasing circles around your clit until you were sobbing because your cunt–the ultimate betrayer–was weeping for him now, too.

“There you go,” Andy murmured, his grip on your throat tightening as you tried to pull away from him again. “Don’t fucking fight me,” he snarled, yanking your face to his and kissing you hard, groaning at the salt of your tears on his tongue and the way you mewled into his mouth as he shoved two thick fingers into your pussy without any warning.

“Don’t tell me you’re a virgin,” he laughed breathlessly as he pulled away, watching the way your features twisted in pain as he fucked you with his fingers. “Haven’t felt a cunt this tight in a long time.”

“I-I’m not.” You squealed as he twisted his wrist and curled his fingers, rubbing against a spot that had your body instantly electrified as you went rigid against him.

“Yeah, come on, honey, give it to me,” Andy breathed against your hot, tear-streaked cheek. “I know you can.”

He pressed gentle kisses along your face as his fingers pummeled that sensitive place inside you, shoving so deep, the heel of his hand was hammering your clit relentlessly, until your back was bowing and your thighs were shaking. An unfamiliar sensation bloomed at the center of you and you came with a shaky cry, your release flooding from your body in a hot, sinful rush and soaking Andy’s hand and wrist.

“Fuck, look at that,” he groaned, dark stare fixated between your legs, at the wetness trickling along your thighs and his hand, as he slowed the thrust of his fingers before pulling them free.

You were still trying to process how quickly he had made you cum, that you had squirted–something you didn’t even know you could do–when Andy tugged back the hood of your clit and began slapping at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Oh my god,” you choked, writhing as your hands dropped to the edge of the pool table at either side of you and gripped so hard it hurt as Andy forced another messy orgasm from your traitorous body.

You could hear your release, feel it rushing from your cunt, the sound of it trickling to the floor making humiliation erupt in your chest, and you cried, not bothering to resist as Andy pulled you to his chest and gently pet along your sopping cunt, making soft cooing noises against the crown of your head as you trembled and wept.

“Figured I’d have fun with you, sweetheart, but fuck, didn’t realize I’d hit the responsive jackpot.”

He rubbed circles on your back as you hiccuped quietly, your mind hazy and your body feeling like it wasn’t your own, and despite what he was doing to you–what he planned on doing to you–you found yourself leaning into him, desperate for the stray, unexpected comfort he was showing you.

Because you were so scared, and for some reason the idea of surrendering to Andy, especially in this moment, as he gently rubbed your back and his lips trailed along your forehead, felt better–felt safer–than trying to fight him.

It took a moment for his words to process in your sluggish mind, but when they did, you were whispering your reply, your voice quaking, “I d-didn’t know, I’ve never done that before.”

Andy pulled away, framing your face between his hands, his eyes calculating and something else, almost like he was really looking at you for the first time.

You felt dizzy - from his gaze, from his touch, from the way he’d so effortlessly played your body like he’d known you intimately for years.

Your body, the traitorous vessel that was buzzing like it never had before–simply thrumming and eager for more–as you squirmed before Andy and shyly met his unwavering gaze.

And suddenly he was kissing you, but it was different than before, less taking and more wanting. His lips worked against yours feverishly, a groan rumbling through his chest as you tentatively kissed him back, responding to him of your own accord as your shaking fingers curled into his shoulders and the expertise of his tongue pulled a whimper from you, your mind going pleasantly hazy the longer he drank from your willing mouth.

“Can’t wait any longer,” Andy grunted, hands dropping to his belt, quickly working it open before moving to the front of his pants. “Need to feel you.”

You could only stare down between the two of you, your eyes going big at the sight of Andy’s cock, the size and girth of it much bigger than anything you had ever taken before.

You shied away from him then, a different kind of fear rattling through you as you blurted, “That’s not gonna fit inside me.”

Andy’s laugh was a husky, raspy thing, his hand stroking over his cock nice and slow, eyes sparkling as your gaze drank in the pearl of pre cum that seeped from the tip of him. “I’ll make it fit, don’t you worry.”

Yelping as he grabbed your ass and hefted you against him, dragging his cock along your messy center, you shoved against his chest, a note of hysteria to your voice as you cried, “Andy, wait!”

It was the sound of his name falling from your lips that had Andy going still, had a primal grunt catching in his throat as your frightened eyes found his.

“Please don’t hurt me,” you whispered, a few fresh tears spilling over as you watched him.

You could actually see it, the way Andy’s features softened ever so slightly, as well as the flicker of confusion in his eyes, the slight, fleeting furrow of his brow as some kind of slow realization dawned on him before your eyes.

“Oh, honey, you’re trouble,” he murmured, his free hand sliding along your cheek as he watched you, caressing you with his dark, burning gaze. “Got me all twisted up for you already.” He moved closer, so close his next words puffed against your lips in a hot rush. “Wanna fucking ruin you and protect you.” His head tilted, nose brushing against yours. “Gonna do both.”

He pulled you in for a slow, sinful kiss, making all of your whirling thoughts and anxiety slowly begin to fade. His lips worked against yours until you were going pliant against his chest, your hands hesitantly cupping his face as you returned his kiss, getting lost in the taste of him and addicted to the feel of his lips against yours.

Gasping as you felt his fingers at your clit, rubbing gentle circles, you couldn’t help the desperate mewl that fell from your lips and to Andy’s as you writhed against him, your hips canting into his touch, legs spreading wider, silently seeking more.

“Gonna take care of you,” Andy husked, pulling away and watching you as his touch fell away from your clit and you felt the warm, spongy head of his cock slowly dragging up and down your folds. “Gonna make it so good for you, sweetheart. Is that what you want?”

Your eager nod had him smiling, his free hand sliding around your hip and to the small of your back, holding you in place as he slowly began to push inside of you. You whined at the stretch of him, eyes smarting with more tears as Andy’s thick cock filled you in a way that had your velvety walls straining.

“Wait, please!” you begged, fingernails digging into Andy’s back as you thrashed against him.

“Shhh, you can take it, I know you can,” Andy hummed, his hips retreating ever so slightly before he was spearing into you again, this time deeper than before.

When you whimpered your distress, his lips descended on yours, his mouth masterful as he took you apart in a different way–the distracting kind of way–until some of the tension was easing from your body and giving him more room and depth to work with as he rocked against you.

The feel of Andy finally bottoming out inside of you had you groaning, your sweaty forehead dropping to his shoulder as your body took a moment to adjust to being so full.

“Knew you’d feel good around my cock,” Andy murmured, both hands gripping your ass and holding you in place as he began to rut against you. When his hand skated between your bodies, his thumb lightly circling your clit, you keened, clenching around him so hard he hissed. “Jesus, you really are a responsive thing, aren’t you?”

“I’m sorry,” you whispered, going still as you tucked your face against his chest to hide, embarrassed as shame roiled hot in your belly.

“Hey.” It was the sound of your name on Andy’s lips for the first time ever that had you peeking up at him. “You feel fucking incredible around my cock, you hear me? And having you react to every little thing has me fucking feral.” His hand slid along your cheek, titling your face back so he could see you better. “I wanted you before, but now? Sweetheart, I fucking need you.”

“God,” you whispered at the intensity of him, his words, his gaze, the pulsing throb of his cock in your tight channel, making you squirm as you felt more of your slick easing the snug fit of Andy inside you. “Please.”

“Keep those pretty eyes on me,” Andy hummed, his hold on your face shifting until he was gripping the back of your neck. “Wanna see every goddamn reaction my cock gets out of you.”

Your lashes fluttered, your tummy somersaulting and then swooping hard as Andy’s hips slowly retreated from you before he was thrusting back into you hard and punching a sharp cry from your chest.

“Mmm, that’s it, honey,” Andy groaned, settling into a slow, hard pace as he fucked you. “Wanna hear every sweet sound you’ve got for me.”

You moaned at the next deep plunge of his cock, your toes curling as you reached for him, hands sliding around Andy’s back and tugging him closer.

“Being so good for me,” Andy panted, shoving into you hard and lingering, grunting as you clenched around him hard. “Letting me fuck this pretty, tight hole of yours.”

His words made your face feel like it was on fire, but god, it had the rest of you alight in a different way–a new way–your belly fluttering and your core pulsing hard as you mewled and quietly begged for more.

And Andy gave it to you, his hands dropping to your hips and pulling you into every eager, deep thrust of his cock, until the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, interspersed by your own cries of ruin, Andy’s throaty grunts and groans, and the embarrassingly loud squelching of your delighted cunt greedily swallowing every hot, hard inch of Andy’s cock over and over again.

“Time for you to really sing for me, sweetheart,” Andy panted, his touch moving between your bodies until his thumb was strumming your clit.

His hips snapped against you harder than before, faster too as he grinded against you on every deep plunge into your tight, wet heat, until he had you sobbing as your orgasm washed over you, making you go taut as you came hard.

It felt like every single muscle in your body locked as you hit that peak of your pleasure, and then release swept through you like a tidal wave, bliss flooding through every inch of you and making you tremble and cry out again with your complete and utter undoing.

“Good girl,” Andy breathed, catching you in his arms as you went limp against him, whimpering as stray aftershocks sparked along your body as his cock continued to fill you up again and again.

You swore you felt him get harder inside of you just before a loud moan rumbled in his chest, shaking through your own and signaling his climax. You pressed against him, eyes closing as you felt his cock pulse and throb inside of you, gasping at the warm, wet rush of Andy’s cum filling you up, his pleasure flooding you and making you moan softly as you fluttered around him.

“Fuck, so good,” he groaned, his hips giving a few more pumps, his last thrust shoving deep enough inside you to make you whimper as he dropped his head to your shoulder, teeth nipping at your skin as he rode out the final wave of his release.

You were both quiet for a beat, catching your breaths, and then Andy was straightening and pulling away slightly to get a good look at you. His lips curled at your ruined state, and how, despite your bra straps falling down your arms and your lips so thoroughly kiss swollen, you still somehow managed to look only sweetly rumpled after being fucked so thoroughly.

“You can consider your debt paid,” he murmured, gently pulling up the straps of your bra and setting them back into place.

Your gaze dropped then, shame lapping at you as your head began to clear and the reality of what you had just done–and so thoroughly enjoyed–clicked in your brain. But when you raised your arms to cover your chest, your vulnerability, Andy quickly caught your wrists and pushed your arms back down.

“I told you not to hide from me.”

You blinked up at him, brows furrowed and lips pursed in confusion. “But, we’re done now–”

“Oh, honey,” Andy laughed, lifting your hand to his face and pressing a soft kiss to your palm. “You and I? We’re just getting started.”

You could only stare at him in stunned disbelief as Andy Barber, the notorious mobster, pressed against you, his hand gently collaring your throat as his eyes glittered with a strangely soft kind of darkness as he whispered, “After all that? Sweetheart, you’re mine. For good.”

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WHEW. THIS ONE DID NOT GO HOW I THOUGHT IT WOULD. OUR GIRL WAS KIND OF HERE FOR IT AFTER A HOT MINUTE, AND ANDY WAS WAAAAY SOFTER AND MORE HEART EYES THAN I EXPECTED BUT LIIIKE, I DIG IT. HOPE YOU ENJOYED IT AS MUCH AS I DID. PLEASE TAKE A MOMENT TO FEED YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD HOE 😘

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Geralt, lowering his head onto the table: Do you ever feel so happy that you suspect that it's not real? Like everything around you feels... fuzzy.

Jaskier, taking Geralt's drink away from his hand: Alright, love, I think that's enough for today.

Lambert, smirking: When do you feel like that?

Eskel: Lambert.

Geralt: Every time I'm with you guys. And Ciri. And Jaskier. Every time Jaskier and I are having se-

Jaskier: ALRIGHTY THEN, THAT'S ENOUGH FOR TODAY, let's get you to bed, dear. *stands up*

Lambert: *bursting in loud laughter*

Eskel: *sigh* C'mon, I'll help you.

Jaskier: It's okay, dear, I've got this.

Geralt, letting himself be pulled upwards by Jaskier: Jask, do you know how much I love you?

Jaskier: I love you too, darling, now let's get you to bed.

Jaskier: *bends down, swinging Geralt over his shoulder with a little effort* *walks away with him* Goodnight, guys!

Lambert: *spits out his drink*

Eskel: *gapes*

Lambert: HOW THE FUCK ARE YOU CARRYING HIM, HE'S LIKE TWICE YOUR SIZE-

Jaskier: *chuckles*

Geralt, raising his head, smiling drunkenly: I'M FEELING FUZZY AGAIN!!

really want to get fucked in missionary so he can put his forehead against mine and make eye contact while he thrusts in fast and pulls out slow, mouths only an inch apart, breathing heavily, reaching so deep that i can feel him in my lungs—

life’s too short to be embarrassed you read x reader fan fiction. live ur life and date as many imaginary boys as u want

The "BECAUSE SEX WITH ANDY" defines me way too much

But omg

What... happened?! She was fierce, and then scared, and then horny, and then soft and horny and I was here like.... I'm also soft and horny I want a Andy for myself to?!

I've been a good girl where's my blackmail?

Kinktober Prompt 18: Blackmail w/Andy Barber

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

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

P.S. Y/F/N = Your father’s name

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continuar a ler

It was the first time my shrieking drew someone closer to me. I saw it in the corner of the mirror. A shuffling amongst the shower curtains, grey pyjamas it looked like. They reminded me of something horrible. Black hair, fair skin. A young boy. It was like the mirror wanted to stab my eyes with the worst memories.

Except, I didn’t have eyes.

If my shrieking wasn’t going to do it, I thought my visage would. I turned slowly, revealing each rip, tear, cut, and pustule on my pallid skin. My fingers would look especially long, like the claws of some horrid roc. Their nails would be long and sharp enough to break flesh to the bone. And my teeth—when I flash my smile, my teeth would do all the talking.

But the boy had little reaction other than a slight shaking of his arms and legs. His eyes—oh what eyes he had—stared wide open at me. He was frozen, as if he had been trapped under an ice-skinned lake. His parents had chosen the wrong house to move into.

I began laughing. There was nothing funny. But I laughed, because laughter is a weapon—it’s a devastating lance that strikes straight into the gullet. Your breath escapes, you stare at the teeth and the creases on the face, and the deepened eyebrows, and the eyeless sockets of a skull with a dead woman’s flesh.

His eyes settled, and his arms and legs stopped shaking. He shoved his hands into his pyjama’s pockets.

I reached out my hand, and the boy did not so much as flinch when I touched my cold, clammy hands to his cheek. Instead, he raised his own hand and touched mine. He closed his eyes, and he let me run my hands over his head, over and through his hair, rubbing his eyebrows, feeling his tiny little ears.

“It’s not you, is it?” I asked. My first words in eighty years.

The boy opened his eyes, felt the scales and cuts on my arm, all the horrible marks of a thing too dead to be beautiful. He came closer, closer than any living thing ever had.

Then, for the first time since I died, I felt warmth. It was in the chest, or what should be the chest, if it wasn’t cleft in half to reveal rotten and diseased insides.

The boy lay his head against my chest and wrapped his arms around me.

“It can’t be you,” I said. “How could they let you come back? How could they make you come back? After all that they did to you?”

“I came back on my own,” the boy said. His voice echoed through my corpse.

“Why would you?” I asked. “Don’t you know what they did to you?”

“I know,” the boy said. “And I also know what you did for me, when no one else would.”

Another kind of warmth—this time on my face, sliding and streaming down my eye sockets, wetting my cheeks.

“You shouldn’t have come,” I said. My voice was breaking. “You don’t want to end up like me.”

The boy hugged me tighter. “I would rather be you than anyone else.”