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thyme-in-a-bubble · 6 days ago

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the basement

a/n: it's finally here, the highly anticipated instalment where you hoes finally get to discover the basement. you're welcome in advance hehe. enjoy ♡

(also, I just gotta point out once again that a lot of you guys who enjoy this au have been incredibly impatient, demanding and rude in my inbox. i don't think it's a big ask to treat me like an actual human being, but evidently some of you need to hear something that basic so that you can stop doing it every single day. in case you didn't know, that kind of behaviour has the opposite effect that you intend for it it have. i am not a printer that you can just smack to get to spew out papers again, if you smack me then it'll just hurt and make me not want to give you the gifts that you're demanding me for. if you enjoy this au and want more of it, then support it, be kind, reblog, add reactions and comments, don't fucking bully me)

summary: “yeah,” you heard Curtis chuckle briefly, “I think she might need a bit of a punishment in order to learn her lesson, so that she won’t repeat the same mistake again…”

warnings: innocent!reader x stepbro!steve rogers, frat!bucky barnes, ari levinson, marc spector, ransom drysdale, curtis everett, lloyd hansen, andy barber, thor odinson, scott lang, miguel o'hara, frank castle, billy russo, smut, dark content, dubcon/noncon, college au, drama with the gamma sigma zeta frat, party, alcohol consumption, polyamory, gangbang, corruption kink, kissing, sex dungeon, fem gloryhole, mask kink, bondage, sex toys, exhibitionism, voyeurism, crying, dacryphilia, dirty talk, size kink, gaping, manhandling, orgasm denial, edging, multiple orgasms, squirting, overstimulation, impact play, pain kink, spit kink, masturbation, oral, fingering, anal, pussyjob, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, just all of the creampies ever

word count: 9262

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“Alright,” Dr. Richards boomed over the rustle as all of the students around you began to pack up their things, “remember to read chapters eight to eleven for next week’s class if you haven’t already.”

And though everyone around began to filter out of the room, you stayed glued to your seat a moment longer, although it didn’t derive from an academic reason as you hoped your lowered gaze on your haphazard notes helped translate it into.

In fact, the reason why you stayed in the chair a moment longer, was the little distraction you’d somehow been swindled into this morning, currently still buzzing deep inside your cunt.

It was a hot pink little vibrator in the shape of an egg, controlled from an app you didn’t have on your own phone. Although your naïveté had assumed its size would have been a clue to its strength, those mistakes were swiftly squashed as you soon learned just how deep and rumbling its power was.

And though its vibrations could have made you climax over a dozen times since your stepbrother had slyly slipped it inside and made you wear it as you wobbled off to class, all during the lecture, each time you’d creep higher towards that peak, the pattern of the dizzying tremors would change and dull, rendering you to only edge and ruin your panties as you tried to concentrate on your professor’s words.

And as you stared down at Dr. Richards as he wiped the wide chalkboard behind him clean, the guy sitting adjacent to you cut through your trance as he rose from his seat and shrugged his backpack over his shoulder.

“He’s for sure gonna quiz us on those chapters, isn’t he?”

“Huh?” your stare snapped away from your teacher as you blinked over at Pietro, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

Lightly furrowing his brows, his eyes briefly flickered down to your heaving chest, “uh, you good?”

“Y-yeah, why?” you sucked in a sharp breath before you carefully got up from your seat, “I’m totally cool,” you tried not to react as the movement caused your pussy to clench even tighter around the toy as its angle shifted as well.

Pietro’s gaze then shifted as two of his friends popped up in the doorway, prompting you to glance back over your shoulder to spot them as well as he then offered them a short wave.

“Me and my friends were just about to go grab something from the coffee cart, have my sister hook us up,” he shared as he began to ascend the stairs that split apart the rows of seats, “you wanna tag along? If Wanda doesn’t wanna break barista policy for the hot girl in my advanced neurobiology class, then I’ll happily pay for yours.”

“Wait, Wanda’s your sister? Wanda Maximoff?” you began to follow his stride.

“Twin, actually,” he tilted his head before looking up from the steps to glance back at you, “so, you wanna join? I mean, it looks like you could use the pick me up.”

Sucking in a breath, you then uttered timidly, “oh, I’d love to, but I can’t. I’m supposed to be meeting up with someone,” you said as the buzzing remained so low that it was only a flutter against your throbbing walls.

“Oh, okay, that’s cool,” Pietro swallowed the gentle rejection. And as the pair of you neared the bottom of the stairs, his friends abandoned their waiting spot, “well, uh… are you planning on going to that Delta Phi party this weekend since you already know my sister?”

“I don’t know, I actually hadn’t thought about it,” you shrugged, recalling how your roommate had gushed about the theme at breakfast the other morning.

As his friends met you both halfway, one of them couldn’t resist but to cut in, “oh, you should totally go, their themed parties are always epic.”

Glancing between everyone, Pietro then gestured to the other guys and said, “Y/n, this is Eddie and Wade. We’re in the same frat together.”

“Hi,” you offered them both a slight wave.

Rounding back to the subject at hand, Eddie piggybacked off of what Wade had said and then suggested, “you should come with us.”

“What?”

“To the party,” he clarified, “what do you say?”

“Oh, well…” you thought about it a moment, although the way that your poor pussy throbbed made it incredibly difficult to get the right sense, so instead you heard yourself utter, “alright.”

“Alright?” Pietro’s brows floated up as he echoed your answer.

“Sure,” you breathed, shifting your weight gently as you stayed on the last of the steps, “it’s an eighties theme, right?”

“Yeah, but I don’t think like costumes or anything are mandatory,” Wade cocked his head, “we’ll just have old bangers stuck in our heads for the rest of the month.”

“Sounds like fun,” you offered them a small smile before Pietro once again piped up.

“Where do you live? We’ll come pick you up.”

“Oh, uhm,” you blinked for a second before answering, “in Manning Hall.”

“Okay, cool,” he smirked as they all began to back up and slip out of the classroom, “Saturday night, nine o’clock.”

“It’s a date–,” you exhaled, before a wince scrunched up your features, “or well, I didn’t mean it like that, I just meant like, you know, it’s a date, not that it’s a date, date…”

But instead of furthering your mortified spiralling, they all just chuckled as your classmate murmured, “see you Saturday, Y/n,” before they disappeared down the hall.

A long sigh then flowed from your lungs before you finally ascended from the very last step, although, when your feet settled on the floor, the little vibrator inside of you suddenly hit you with a wave, increasing its intensity for only a second before it then settled back down. A gasp swiftly parted your lips as you passed the teacher’s desk, and your hand shot out to clutch the edge of it as a stutter shook your frame.

Still packing up his own things before he too could journey forth, Reed glanced up at you and asked, “you okay?” although the knowing smirk that twitched at the corners of his lips went unnoticed by your dizzy vision.

“Oh, mhm,” you tried to control your heaving chest, “I’m fine, sir,” you briefly glanced up at him, although immediately glanced away as it didn’t help matters, your tunnel vision only fixating on the details of him that made it impossible for you to overcome the overwhelming teasing, “that was a–, uhm, fun class today.”

“Thanks,” he bit down on his slight smile. However, before you could part your lips and utter anything further, a different voice suddenly emanated off to the side.

“Oh no, what was it about this week? Please, I don’t have the energy to try and listen to you babble about it for the rest of the week.”

Twisting your neck, you spotted the figure that then appeared, leaning garishly against the doorway, “Ransom? What are you doing here?”

“Well, your dear stepbrother was busy, so he sent me instead,” he began to waltz into the classroom, “he sends his regards though,” and held up his phone, wiggling it playfully and letting you spot the app that was open on the small screen. Apparently, Steve wasn’t the only one who had access to the controls of the device ever maddening inside of your cunt, prompting your frame to freeze up at the mortifying discovery. Redirecting his glance to Dr. Richards as he neared, Ransom then murmured, “what’s up, teach?”

“Ransom,” the older man greeted the frat guy with a surprising air of informality, “hey, do you boys need me to be there for the next meeting?”

“Uhm, nah, I don’t think we’ll discuss anything major this week. We’ll just send you the highlights in the group chat or something,” he murmured before spotting the furrow to your brow and then clarifying further, “oh, did you not know? Reed is Kappa Alpha Nu’s faculty advisor.”

“No,” you faintly shook your head before the silent stares that the both of them cast upon you caused your cheeks to heat up. The pause that hung in the air almost made it seem as if there was more to that story, although your foggy brain couldn’t pick up on any of it at the moment, as you were merely focussing on not letting the tormenting toy make a complete fool out of you in front of your professor.

“Well, I should get going,” Reed then broke the heated silence, “see you next week, Y/n,” he caught your eye as he picked up his bag and slinked it over his broad shoulder, “remember to do the reading.”

“Will do, professor!” you squeaked as he turned to exit the classroom.

Though as you and Ransom slipped out of the lecture hall as well, your feet didn’t manage to carry you far down the hallway before the frat guy yanked you into the nearest bathroom that you passed.

He didn’t even glance around to see if the lavatory indeed was vacant before he shoved you into one of the stalls, his fingers not finding the lock before he pushed you up against the thin wall.

“So,” he purred as your wide eyes blinked back at him, reeling to catch up to the sudden shift in locations, “have you cum?”

“N-no,” your head swiftly shook, “I haven’t been able to,” you revealed, as each time you’d gotten close, the vibrating pulses the toy offered your poor cunt would switch up or slow down, ruining the high for you and keeping you on the mind-breaking edge.

“Well, good,” he smirked, “that was the point,” his words drew out, holding your gaze captive, before he then uttered casually, “so, I’ll just be taking this back then,” and boldly shoved his hand up under your skirt. He wasted no time before stuffing his hand into your panties, a chuckle slipping from him at just how ridiculously drenched they were.

“Ransom!” you gasped loudly as he ignored the hot pink tail of the toy that poked out of your pussy and instead sank two thick fingers right in beside it, an obscene squelch echoing from your creamy cunt as he plugged your drooling hole up even further.

“What? Just trying to get it out,” he teased, knowing fully well what his true intentions were, purposefully keeping the little vibrator inside and making it so much more unbearable for you to endure, “quit squirming,” he grinned as your whole body quivered at his greedy touch, “oh, your little pussy's really holding on tight to that thing. Just doesn’t wanna let go,” he swirled his long fingers around the little toy, before they settled just behind it, swiftly scooping up against it to force the vibrator repeatedly against your g-spot, “oh, I know,” he then abruptly fished his phone out of his pocket, “maybe this will help,” he smirked as he opened up an app before you felt the humming pick up again.

The vibrations were strong and deep as he swept his touch against the toy, rocking it against that little spot inside of you that caused your pussy to sing for him in sloppy sloshing sounds at each of his merciless motions.

“A-ahh!” you cried out as you finally came undone. Squirting all over the place as if his touch had switched on some lewd fountain inside of you, your sensitive cunt clenched down around the toy so fiercely that it popped right out and landed in Ransom’s palm, wiggling and buzzing in his hold as his fingers too were forced out. Shakily, your frame slid down the wall of the stall till you were sitting in the puddle of your juices on the cold tile floor, your dazed frame still quivering violently from the intense high as it continued to rock you, your leaky hole still weakly gushing as the frat boy’s laughter floated above you.

“…Adler, Fowler, Jensen, Barton and then Wilson and Brock, you’ve already met,” Pietro introduced his fellow members of the Gamma Sigma Zeta fraternity, before a burly blonde appeared behind the group and interjected.

“What, are you just gonna skip the best one?” he grinned as he sauntered up towards you, splitting the small crowd that surrounded you in half.

“Y/n, this is Johnny Storm,” Pietro uttered beside you as the man neared.

“President of Gamma Sigma Zeta,” Johnny added as he caught your hand in a brief shake.

“Nice to meet you,” a smile flashed upon your features in an attempt at squashing the nerves that churned your stomach, the loud throwback music that shook the entire out house certainly didn’t help matters either, “all of you,” raising your hand, you offered the group a tiny wave as your gaze drifted over all of them.

“Likewise,” Johnny smirked before his eyes drifted down to your empty hands, “hey, how long have you been here? How come she doesn’t have a drink yet?”

“Oh, I’m okay, really–” you tried to insist, before a beer was suddenly cracked open and shoved in your hand, “oh, thanks…”

As you timidly enveloped your fingers around the can, Nick chimed in as the frat’s president settled in at his side, “so, you’re pre-med like Maximoff?”

“Yeah,” your head tilted in a tiny nod, “we have Dr. Richards’ class together.”

“Oh, my condolences,” Johnny suddenly winced.

“What?”

“He’s married to my sister,” he explained his pre-set grudge against the charming professor.

“Oh,” you breathed, your gaze promptly averting, “I didn’t know he was married.”

“Really? Most of the women he sleeps with usually does,” he uttered casually, brashly indicating that you were the older man’s type, even if he wasn’t outright accusing you of actually having an affair with him yet, “anyhow, we were about to go gather a few folks in the other room for a game of something. You wanna join?”

Glancing around the group, you then squeaked, “uh, sure.”

It ended up being a twist on truth or dare, although if you weren’t brave enough to complete the challenge, you’d have to drink.

Sitting in a haphazard circle, a few of the Delta Phi girls had also joined in, as well as the sorority’s resident cat, Gigi, who had wandered around from person to person, though when the fluffy creature had stopped and settled by your feet and you bent forward in your seat on the couch to pet her, your attention faded away from the game and rendered you to nearly miss what Carol murmured after she’d completed her dare.

“Okay…” the blonde cast her glance around the players till her eyes landed on the next victim, “Y/n, truth or dare.”

“Oh no…” your head shot back up at the sound of your own name for the first time so far in the game being picked, “truth, but please don’t be mean…” you blinked up at her as a frown twitched at your lips, “please?”

“Alright, fine,” Carol gave in to your puppy eyes, “let’s see… what's the worst thing you've ever said to someone?”

Your eyes promptly grew wide, “oh god…” an exhale seeped from your lungs, “that’s you being gentle?”

“Or you can drink, your choice,” she shrugged as she settled further back in her seat.

“She’s like a Disney princess,” Jake grinned off to the side of you, “she’s probably never even sworn before.”

“Okay, ha-ha, hilarious,” you let out a dry laugh as everyone in the circle snickered a moment, “for the record, yes, I have, I say bad words all of time if you must know,” you noted a bit too defensively before averting your gaze to the cat at your feet to ponder the question, “alright… oh… it’s hard to remember…” you screwed your eyes shut a moment before you shared, “I mean, I did say some pretty awful things to my mom back when she first told me she was getting married again,” the rest of them then bathed you in stares that nudged you to swiftly elaborate, “it was back when I started high school, which was already not fun. It was a private school, I was a scholarship student, so let’s just say that the preppy rich kids who already went there didn’t exactly welcome me with open arms…” you sighed heavily at the memory, “and then when she told me that she’d gotten engaged to the dad of one of the seniors, I kinda flipped at the thought of suddenly living in the same house as the most popular guy in school… but, I luckily she forgave me, and I learned to deal with the change. I mean, at least it happened towards the end of the school year, so I really only lived with him for a couple of months before he then went off to college.”

For the rest of the game, you couldn’t help but absentmindedly sip at your drink, especially each time someone would be challenged with a dare or a question so raunchy that your only shield to hide your obvious innocence was the beer can in your grasp.

So, towards the end, when it eventually became your turn again and your drink was nearly empty, you only giggled when they dared you to kiss each and every other player, the alcohol in your system letting them sway you with ease.

Although, when you were halfway through the nerve-wrecking challenge, timidly pressing your lips to each and everyone’s cheeks, when you reached Johnny, he cockily twisted his head just in time for your mouth instead to crash against his own.

But as swiftly as the unexpected kiss occurred, that’s how quickly you were suddenly ripped off of the frat president’s lap, as little did you know, your stepbrother had appeared in the doorway behind you only moments before.

“Rogers, what the hell?” Johnny promptly hissed as you slipped out of his grasp.

But instead, Steve ignored him and directed his glare down at you, “what the fuck do you think you’re doing?” his bruising grip dented your upper arm.

“Hey, let go of her,” Johnny shot up from his seat and reached out for you.

“Don’t! Get back!” Steve roared in a tone you’d never even imagined him capable of, “if you ever so much as look at my stepsister again, I swear I’ll fucking kill you.”

Stumbling back just a tad, Johnny echoed, “step–…” before his glare shifted to lock with your wide eyes, “you seriously weren’t gonna tell us that this was the golden boy you were talking about? Seriously? Rogers is your stepbrother?”

“I–…” your gaze darted between everyone around you as you ceased to connect the dots and figure out why everyone had suddenly exploded in poisonous rage, “what is going on?”

“You’re going home, that’s what’s going on,” Steve grumbled firmly. His glare didn’t waver as he then raised his voice and called upon one of his friends who shadowed behind him, “Thor?”

“Got it,” Thor murmured before he then stepped up and obeyed Steve’s unspoken command, abruptly picking you up and tossing you over his broad shoulder.

And though you tried to fight it, tried to argue that they were being ridiculous, both he and your stepbrother still managed to carry you out of the sorority party without as much as breaking a sweat. And as they hauled you past the rest of the frat, the remainder of Kappa Alpha Nu stood their ground, glaring down their rivals and making you fear that a fight was on the horizon the very moment that the front door slammed shut behind you.

You were still riddled with questions by the time that you arrived back at your dorm room, though the alcohol that still buzzed in your system also pushed you to become mildly pissed off at their mysterious interjection.

Though you wanted to argue, they instead helped you get ready for bed, shoving a toothbrush into your hand before you had the chance to complain. And as you slowly scrubbed your teeth and you watched as a few whispers slipped between the pair, one of them even fishing out his phone to send off a few texts, the flicker of anger that had bubbled up inside of you, instead fizzled down and morphed into a tsunami of bewildering fear.

So, when you’d finished brushing your teeth, your voice then came out wobbly with the threat of tears, “…are you guys mad at me? Did I do something wrong?”

But to your horror, neither of them answered you as a simple sigh only slipped from Steve as he picked out a nightgown from your dresser and crossed the room towards where your tipsy form stood, “arms up,” he uttered, and without even thinking about it, your intoxicated limbs floated up into the air. The both of their hands then slipped off your clothing before tugging the negligée over your head, “there, much better,” your stepbrother smoothed down the pastel blue fabric, having of course chosen the shortest you owned, rendering it to barely cover the curve of your bottom.

As Thor momentarily slipped into the bathroom to grab you a glass of water, Steve pulled back the covers of your twin-sized bed for you to crawl under.

“Sleep tight, sweetie,” their weight dented the edge of your mattress for but a moment before they once again rose up, although Steve briefly reached out to pinch the long ear of the white stuffed animal that you had swiftly clutched to your chest, his fingertips sweeping up to tug at one of the light pink ribbons that were tied around each of the soft bunny’s ears.

“Wait!” you gasped as they dissipated from your side, your arms tightening in the hug around Bun Bun’s little teddy bear form, “I–… I can’t fall asleep after all of that…”

Pausing a moment right before they reached the door, “…alright,” Steve then let out a sigh, “what do you usually do when you can’t fall asleep?”

“Well, sometimes I read, or maybe watch something on my phone, but not anything too exciting, you know? Just something that I can kinda half follow along with till I get sleepy enough to close my eyes.”

A devilish idea then popped into your stepbrother’s lewd mind and thawed some of the tension in his broad shoulders, the thought conveniently also coinciding with the sinister plans that were already brewing among his fellow frat boys, and perhaps, his idea could even warm you up for the punishment they’d already begun planning.

“Okay…” he uttered slowly as the corners of his lips twitched, “I think I know something you could watch…”

“Really?” you gratefully gasped, “because that’s always the most difficult part, landing on the right video.”

“Yeah, it’s perfect,” he then grabbed your phone and pulled up a film, though paused it right at the beginning, while the little screen was still completely black, rendering the content a complete mystery to you before you pressed play, “alright, there you go,” he handed it back to you before he then bent down over your horizontal frame and planted a brief kiss to your forehead, “goodnight.”

“Night, night,” you flashed the both of them a smile.

“Night,” Thor reached down to offer your ankle beneath the duvet a squeeze, before they finally exited your room.

And when you then were all alone, you wiggled into a more comfortable position on your pillow, repositioned the stuffed animal in your grasp, before you tilted the phone screen towards you and started the video.

Though, as soon as you pressed play, your jaw promptly hit the floor at the lewd images that instantly flashed across the tiny screen.

You had never in your entire life dared to watch pornography. But even so, the genre that then played out before your own innocent eyes did not embody any of the stereotypical plots that even pure little you had heard inappropriate jokes about.

It started out by shoving a scandal-clad young woman, pretending to be a teen at home all alone in some ridiculously huge house. But then, as she skipped around, flashing the camera teasing angles of her body beneath the excuse she wore as a dress, a hulking man, disguised by the black fabric of a mask, suddenly appeared behind her, clearly on a mission to rob the house, though paused in the doorway when he spotted her.

Though as the masked man tossed the teen around and grunted that he’d much rather steal her virginity than any of her parents’ money, the urge to shut off the video prickled at your every nerve, but you just couldn’t seem to stop staring.

Hugging your teddy bear tight, you soon grew so frustratingly fuzzy that you tried desperately to rid yourself of the sensation, though still couldn’t push yourself over the edge that remained such a mystery whenever you were on your own. The only thing you managed to accomplish as you rubbed yourself raw, was a completely soaked pair of panties before you eventually passed out.

When you suddenly stirred from your slumber, it took you a moment to notice the fact that you weren’t in your warm and safe bed anymore. But in a stark contrast, you now found yourself in the arms of an individual that made you fear you’d been transported into the porn that still buzzed on your phone when you drifted off to sleep.

A gust of the night air rustled in the nightgown you still wore, as well as the cotton scarf that was tied over your mouth. Digging your fingers into Bun Bun that thankfully still remained in your embrace, you cast your wide eyes around to not only the masked man who carried you, but also the small crowd marching all around you, each of their identities obscured by matching black ski masks.

But as panic swiftly arose within you, it suddenly began to fade once again as the man who held you murmured, “well, look who’s finally awake. You were really passed out cold,” you gasped through the gag as you recognised Bucky’s voice, your glace too flickering down to catch sight of some of the many tattoos that decorated his skin, curling out from under the tight black t-shirt he wore, and wrapping down each of his burly arms.

And as you began to recognise the rest of the masked members of Kappa Alpha Nu, it still felt obscene enough to proficiently befuddle you and make you reach so far as to ponder if it actually was just a dream.

You realised what street you were on right before the fraternity came into view, though as they brought you inside the familiar house, you only sank further into your hazy puzzlement as they took you back into the kitchen, towards the pantry, and popped open the door to the basement.

Their past warnings echoed in your mind, cautioning you not to ever wander down there. And one step at a time, as they carried you down the dim and creaking stairway, your stomach began to do flips and ache at the reality that you were now breaking one of their few rules.

At the bottom of the stairs, there was a little hallway with a door at the end of it. The back of it had a little whiteboard strung up, with a schedule scribbled upon it, and at the bottom, a little sign dangled from a string. The side that initially faced you read ‘private session, fuck off’. However, as the frat guy who led the troupe opened the door, the sign got jostled enough for you to catch sight of the other side and the big bold letters that read ‘welcome voyeurs’.

Entering the basement, it was almost as dim as the staircase outside, with the exception of a few dim red bulbs that flickered about the room.

The space was dark and dingy, with decades of graffiti littering the brick walls over the various fliers and posters that wallpapered patches of the periphery. Some mismatched chairs surrounded the beat-up leather couch that stood in the centre of the room. Off to the side, you spotted a long bar, splintery enough to fall apart at any moment. Your naïve eyes flickered from the pool table in the corner, to the chains and ropes that ominously dangled from the pipes on the ceiling, to even the shelves along many of the walls, littered with all sorts of phallic-looking items that made you suck in a breath. And lastly, your stare landed upon the load-bearing wall that stood in the middle of the room, though it didn’t meet the perimeter of the basement as it only stretched out about two meters, and with a strange-looking hole adorning the centre of it.

Little did you know about the nefarious activities and traditions that played out down in this very room, from the playground it was on a day-to-day basis, to the ceremony they held each time a new president of the frat had to earn his crown.

When Bucky finally set you down on your feet, the rest of them crowded around you before one of them reached out to tear the silencing scarf from your mouth.

Hugging the plush lump of Bun Bun’s body tight, you swiftly parted your lips, “what the–”

“Nuh-uh,” you then heard Ari cut you off, your eyes promptly flickering to find his masked visage, “you don’t get to ask the questions here, baby.”

Cocking his head, your stepbrother then spoke in a stern tone, “what the hell did you think you were doing tonight?”

“W-what?” you cast a glance around the lot of them, “nothing, I–, guys,” a small whimper tumbled from your lips as you shifted your weight, “can’t you take the masks off? Please?”

“Now, where’s the fun in that?” Billy chuckled from behind you, making you whip your head around.

“But,” you sucked in a breath, “you’re kind of scaring me…”

“Good,” Steve uttered, “then it’s working,” before he sank down upon the couch behind him and caught your waist, “come here,” he yanked you with him and pulled you over his knee. And as your stomach pressed down against the tops of his thick thighs, and your nightgown rid up, exposing your underwear to every frat guy that surrounded you, Steve let his touch coast up the back of your leg, making you shiver in his lap as he then murmured, “so, we’re gonna try this one more time,” his hand slowly travelled further and further north, “what the fuck were you thinking tonight?”

“What?” your neck twisted for your glare to find the glint of your stepbrother’s eyes behind his mask, missing entirely as one of the others handed something to him, “I just went to a party–, ah!” sharp pain then suddenly sparked on your bottom, though it took you a moment, panting after your yelp, to realise that it hadn’t been Steve’s palm that he’d sent down upon your ass, but instead it was a paddle that one of the others had fetched for him.

“Oh, but that’s not all you did,” Bucky muttered as he then buried his fingers in your hair, clutching your locks tight just as you began to squirm, keeping you trapped in your stepbrother’s lap, even if you’d attempt an escape.

“Why would you go with them?” Steve hissed, “why?”

Flesh still stinging, you blinked up at him and breathed, “what are you talking about, I thought that was exactly what you told me to do, to finally relax and be social?”

“Not with them,” Lloyd’s voice found your ears, “you could have picked literally anyone but them,” he stated before your stepbrother swatted you with the paddle. Spanking you a few times in swift succession, one of the blows landed directly over the heat of your covered core.

“Okay, okay!” you yelped as the smacks caused tears to sting the corners of your eyes, “I’m sorry that I talked to some guys that you aren’t fans of, I’ll try to stay clear of them in the future!”

“Oh, you did way more than talk, babe,” Ari kneeled down before you to get on your level, “and they aren’t just some guys that we aren’t fans of,” he corrected you, “they’re from Gamma Sigma Zeta. The fucking scum of this campus,” he spat, making you recoil atop Steve’s lap, “do you really not know–, does she not know her Highridge history?”

“Apparently fucking not,” Frank crossed his arms before your whole body jumped as Steve once again spanked you.

“Our frats don’t mix,” Ari began to explain, “it’s from way back,” his hand drifted up to gesture alongside his words, “back in the sixties, they budded heads, god knows about what,” he briefly sighed, “but let’s just say, the rivalry has only grown over the decades.”

“So, unless you wanna be on our bad side, you stay away from them. Don’t fucking go near them, any of them, ever again,” you heard Steve bark, “you got it?”

Tightening his grip in your hair and making you wince at the sting, Bucky then tugged your head further back for your eyes to find his, “say that you fucking understand!”

“Y-yes!” you cried out, “I understand!”

And though you obeyed their every word to get back into their good graces, you once again felt Steve swat your ass before he hissed, “did you fuck any of them?”

“What?” you gasped, “no! I didn’t–”

“Oh, so you think we should believe that you only let them stick their filthy tongues down your throat like the little fucking slut you are?” Thor nearly scoffed from the sidelines.

“It was just a game,” you desperately explained, “I mean, it was only one of them that I didn’t kiss on the cheek, but that wasn’t my fault, he was the one that turned his head just at the right time to–”

“Oh, but it is your fault,” Bucky uttered as his stare held your own captive, “it’s all your fault, honey,” a gentle shake found his head, “this is the bed you made, so you better fucking lie in it.”

“I won’t do it again, I swear!” you swiftly tried, a tear rolling down your cheek as they all continued to bruise your bottom, a few of them reaching out to torment you in between the swats of the paddle, “I’ll stay away from them!”

“Hm,” Steve’s voice rumbled in your ear as a slight smirk stretched across his lips, “that doesn’t sound very convincing.”

“Yeah,” you heard Curtis chuckle briefly, “I think she might need a bit of a punishment in order to learn her lesson, so that she won’t repeat the same mistake again…”

“P-punishment?” you frantically attempted to glance around the lot of them, “b-but, then what was this?”

Your cunt clenched around nothing as Steve then sat down the paddle and let his hand ghost over your aching skin, “oh, this was just a bit of foreplay, sweetie,” he smirked at the way your already soaked panties had gotten a fresh wave of arousal to drench them further.

“Yeah, we’re gonna play a little game,” Scott informed you, “you like games, right?”

“S-sure,” you shivered as your stepbrother let his fingertip trace the hem of your underwear, scarcely touching you at all, only tickling the edges of your embarrassment.

“It’s a guessing game,” Miguel uttered, “wouldn’t that be fun?”

“L-like twenty questions or something?” you stammered as you felt Bucky let go of your hair.

“No, baby,” Steve chuckled in your ear, “it’s a little different than that…” he muttered before he then seized your waist and plucked you up, snatching you with him as he suddenly rose.

And as the rest of them manhandled your wiggling frame across the length of the basement, you squeaked, “w-what are you doing?” as they hauled you around the loadbearing wall and plopped you down on a slap that stood up against the back of it, level to the hole that had been manufactured in it. The opening’s edges were almost padded with a pliable plastic to soften up the rough texture of the brick wall. Slipping your bottom half through the hole, like they were threading a needle, you then felt someone on the other side tie up your legs, spreading them wide and strapping them into a pair of waiting leather restraints. Belt-like straps were swiftly fastened around your torso, before your wrists were then bound together as well, although one of them did readjust your little bunny to be snug against your body, beneath your bound hands, “what is going on?” you whined as they then all vanished from your side of the partition, leaving you shivering in the dark as the crisp air caressed your bottom as it poked out the other side, nearly hanging off of the edge and granting them all a perfect view of your ruined panties.

“Now,” you heard Steve’s voice from on the other side of the wall, “the rules are pretty simple,” he uttered as his footsteps dragged him closer to your exposed parts, “we’re gonna fuck you, one by one, and then you’ll have to identify us all. Try and guess who it is that’s pounding that sweet little pussy of yours,” you sucked in a breath as his touch then ghosted along your covered core, tickling the soaked cotton, “and if you get it right, well then woopie, you get to cum,” his fingers then caught the fabric in a pinch before he went on, “but if you don’t, if you get it wrong, well then you won’t be allowed to cum,” he stated just before he ripped a huge hole in your sodden underwear, revealing your pussy completely as tattered cotton framed it.

“Oh, and if you even so much as try to sneak an orgasm past any of us, we’ll know,” Bucky promptly added, “you’re awful at keeping them lowkey, you just can’t control that yet,” he murmured as you felt your stepbrother’s touch fade as he took a step back, “but if you try, then you’ll wish you hadn’t, you understand?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed, though still only took the warning with a grain of salt out of pure hope that this was only a twisted game and nothing more.

“Good,” he exhaled, making you sink your teeth into your bottom lip.

Miguel was the first one to step up, not wasting any time at all to tease you before he slammed his thick cock inside of you, instantly balls deep.

Though you could hear everyone’s different voices and groans through the partition, you still had no way of knowing who was stretching out your pussy that was on display like a toy. Knowing them all, you assumed right when you pondered if their stray moans, all of them melting into one big storm, were a result of their desperation getting the better of them as they all began to stroke themselves, impatiently waiting their turn.

“So,” you eventually heard Andy utter, “any guesses?”

“U-uh…” you panted, squeezing your eyes shut as you struggled to recall any of their names with the way that Miguel filled you up, “S-Scott?”

A loud laugh then promptly billowed out of Scott, “you wish, baby!”

“Guess you’ll just have to hold out a little longer, eh?” Thor snickered as you felt your buzzing clit get pinched, making the battle they urged you to fight that much tougher.

And as you neared the edge, your lack of faith in the threats they’d loomed over you then triumphed as you chalked them up to be nothing more than oddly dark jests and let yourself tumble over the edge.

But as you didn’t attempt to diminish any of your moans in the slightest, Marc then scoffed, “oh, did you seriously just cum?” as you still trembled before them all, “you think this is a joke?”

“Holy fuck, no yeah, she definitely did,” Miguel groaned loudly, “feels like her pussy’s trying to choke me,” he only pumped his length inside of you a couple of times more before he promptly pumped your cunt full as you simply squeezed down too good around his dick for him to resist.

“Bad fucking girl,” Frank chuckled as you felt Miguel take a step back, his twitching cock slipping from your haven.

“Greedy little whore,” Ari smacked your inner thigh lightly, making some of Miguel’s load dribble out of you as your cunt clenched at the blow, “just have to make it all about yourself, don’t you?”

“Well, gentlemen, I think a little consequence is in order,” you then heard your stepbrother utter, “any ideas?”

“I’ve got one,” Ransom smirked, “we get to pick out what she wears for the rest of the month.”

“The whole month?” you gasped as their severity finally began to sink in.

“Oh, quit your whining,” Bucky bellowed, “you think that’s bad? Try us again if you really wanna suffer that badly,” his warning sent a shiver trickling down your spine.

It was then Billy’s turn, tapping the weight of himself against your puffy petals before he used his friend’s load as lube.

And try as you might, even after you guessed wrong, you just couldn’t help but give in to ecstasy once again. You tried to fight it, you truly did, but as Billy’s rhythm rocked you and caused your eyes to roll in your skull, you ended up biting down on your teddy bear’s ear to muffle your moans in a feeble hope at the chance that they might not notice.

But unfortunately, your pussy wasn’t on board with keeping your secret.

“What part of ‘you are not allowed to cum unless you guess correctly’ do you not understand?” Billy chuckled as your cunt fluttered fiercely around him, driving him closer to the edge as well.

Next thing you knew, Steve then curved around the partition and appeared at your side. Though as your hazy gaze tried to focus on him, you ceased to notice the little clamps in his grasp before he then pinched your nipples with them, the small pebbles already half poking out of the low neckline of your nightgown, granting him easy access as he promptly fastened the pair to them both.

“Ouch,” you winced at the unfamiliar sensation, pouting up at your stepbrother’s masked features.

“Oh, suck it up,” he playfully tapped your cheek, “you big baby,” before he vanished from your side once again.

And as Billy swiftly finished as well, you heard him grunt through the wall as he snapped his hips one last time against the plush of your ass, “so, you want something worse on top of what you just got? Not a problem.”

“How about, at the next party, we’ll pretend we don’t know you,” Andy suggested, “seeing as you always use us as a safety net, clinging onto us like a lost puppy, next time, you won’t get that luxury.”

The next few that went, replacing each other like ravenous wildfires, weren’t any you could guess correctly either. First, there was the president of the frat whose broad palm spanked your sore ass even further as he fucked you. Next came Marc, who was quickly traded out with Scott, though each of those two paid close attention, pulling their cocks out whenever your pussy began to flutter around them, trading your sweet cunt out with their own fists and granting you just enough time to back away from the edge before they buried themselves once again.

When it was Ransom’s turn, the long and deep strokes he offered you were almost painfully slow, making your legs tremble in their restraints on either side of his frame.

“Fuck, look at how that little cunnie…” he groaned after you’d once again guessed incorrectly, your fuzzy and edged mind barely letting you mumble coherently any longer, “how is she still so tight after everything?” drawing back his hips to pull his cock out completely, “the fuck do we gotta do to train this hole properly?” he watched how your hole winked up at him, snapping back into place just before he plunge back in and split you back open for his fat girth, “because she’s still acting like a fucking virgin even though that cherry was popped long ago…”

Though when Ransom soon faded back into the crowd and the next man stepped up, a shrill gasp instantly flowed from your lungs as there was only one frat bro such an impossibly thick girth could belong to.

“B-Bucky!” you breathlessly cried out as he utilised the copious loads already dripping out of you as lube to make his efforts easier, though his comrades’ seed swiftly leaked out of you completely as he buried himself inside of you, his monstrous size being the one and only thing your poor pussy could possibly accommodating for, “that’s–, that’s Bucky!”

“Ding, ding, ding!” Bucky chuckled as he rolled his hips, stretching your wrecked hole impossibly wide for him, “good girl!” his hefty balls smacked against your slick skin as he found a greedy rhythm, “you finally guessed right!”

“Well, he is the easiest one to guess, so this kinda feels like cheating,” Marc playfully argued as his dick twitched, once again growing hard.

“Yeah, she would have had to be fucking passed out not to do it,” Curtis laughed cruelly.

“Should it not get to count then?” Thor asked.

“Nah, let her have this,” you heard Steve decide, “go ahead, throw her a bone, Buck,” he uttered as he handed his friend a vibrating wand.

Lowering the buzzing and bulbous head to your puffy pearl, only a moment passed before shockwaves jolted throughout your body, as you were already so close to that agonising edge.

“Oh my god!” you thrashed against your binds as your pussy gushed around Bucky’s girth, his efforts never wavering as you squirting for him. Roaring cheers and wolf whistles filled up the room as you came so hard that the comforting bunny in your arms tumbled to the cold concrete floor.

Your frame then pathetically attempted to squirm away as Bucky chases his own high, his selfish pace overstimulating you so fiercely that you would have almost rather he’d brought the paddle back out instead.

But when he’d pumped you full, his load already overspilled around his girth as it twitched inside of you, though when he withdrew completely, your little pussy gaped for a second, his cum leaking out and dripping down onto the floor, before your opening then clenched around nothing and snapped back into place, quivering around nothing as someone else then stepped closer.

Lloyd first knelt down on the ground before you, getting on eye level with the mess that had been left for him. You shivered as he slid his wide hands up to either side of your ass, before spreading you wide, and watching how you leaked before him.

One of his palms then shifted closer before his touch traced your puffy petals, sweeping through your folds before his fingers drifted down to tickle your untouched little rosebud. Your whole body squirmed as he then tilted closer and let himself have a taste of your mess, lapping greedily at your little virgin asshole, even though you were still so hypersensitive that he only overstimulated you even further, making you wiggle and whimper as he kissed a place that utterly baffled your innocent body with the unexpected pleasure it bloomed.

“Hey! Come on dude!” the sound of your stepbrother’s rumbling timbre then cut through your haze and halted his friend’s lavish tongue, “we all know you’re an ass man, but that doesn’t mean you’ll be the one to get the honour to feel hers for the first time,” he warned him, “especially not today.”

“What, do you want it to be yourself that pops that cherry as well?” Lloyd cocked a brow as he straightened back up, wiped his moustache of your slickness, and began instead to fuck your pussy, “seriously?”

“If you keep that attitude up, yes,” Steve shot back at him, “but I was thinking maybe we pop all of our names into a hat at some point, draw at random for it,” he suggested, “whoever wins gets to claim their prize exactly how they want.”

Their words then began to fade away as you instead focused all of your might on not letting yourself unravel once again without their blessing. By the time they asked you to identify Lloyd, you could barely make out their voices through your dazed fog.

But when Thor then replaced the moustachioed frat bro and you struggled to keep your sluggish eyes open, they drifted off to the side just in time to spot as Bucky then appeared, curving around the wall, his black mask now tugged up over his gaze so that it instead looked like just an innocent beanie atop of his head.

“Oh no,” he murmured as his vision drifted to Bun Bun discarded on the floor, “when did you drop her, huh? Can’t have that,” his tongue briefly flickered out to wet his mocking grin before he bent down, “here you go, baby,” he picked the plushie up and settled it back into your constricted arms.

And just as you feared that he would disappear from your side, he instead sank down onto his knees to be at your height.

His hand curved up around the crown of your head to pet your hair as he gazed down at you, your entire frame jostling on the slab each time Thor thrust into you. Muffling your whimpers with a sloppy kiss, when he tilted back, he caught onto your chin and pried your mouth back open, just long enough for him to let a dollop of his spit drop down onto your breathless tongue.

And as his touch scooped down to cup the peaks of your tits that spilt out of your neckline, he only chuckled at the eternal pout on your lips, “aw, you wanna cum again, don’t you?” he flicked one of the clamps that still held your sensitive nipple captive.

“P-please,” you trembled beneath his teasing touch.

“Then just guess right for us,” he uttered as if the task was simple. But when the wrong name once again tumbled from your lips, his fingers caught onto both of the nipple clamps before he then harshly yanked them off. The sting made you yelp, though the sensation also caught you off guard with the shock of pleasure that trickled down your spine, akin to the rough spanks earlier, “don’t fucking cum,” he swiftly warned, “don’t do it.”

“B-but, B-Bucky! I-it–, it’s too much, please let me cum,” your eyes fluttered as your pussy began to milk Thor’s cock, “I can’t–”

“Oh, yes you can,” he uttered, hovering over you as you felt Curtis impatiently commenced his go with you, “hold it, don’t fucking slip,” he smiled as each of Curtis’ deep thrusts rhythmically forced all of the air to slip form your lungs, leaving you gasping on the slab as he fucked you so hard that you jerked against the restraints, “be a good girl. This is your punishment, you’re not supposed to be enjoying it.”

But as you stared up into the sea of Bucky’s blue eyes, the visage of him becoming your entire reality, the added visual element they’d previously deprived you of caused you to accidentally tumble over the edge once again as you simply couldn’t help it.

This time, the penalty the pleasure earned you was an entire week of not only you not being allowed to touch yourself, but also the added torture of none of them laying as much as a finger on you.

By the time that Frank had begun his turn, Bucky pinched both of your cheeks, imprisoning your puckered lips, and kissed you one last time before he vanished from your side.

Still dizzy from your unsanctioned high, Frank’s efforts ended up overwhelming you so fiercely that you began to fear that you might pass out from exhaustion before you had the chance to possibly cum again.

But when it became Andy’s go, the eleven loads that had been pumped into your poor pussy looked down right obscene, some splashed in the puddle of your own squirt directly below you, while others still leaked out of your trembling hole, though as he first swatted his palm down over your swollen clit, more cum trickled out of you as your cunt clenched at the impact, before he shifted to plug you back up.

Pinching your clit rudely as he bucked into you, someone soon handed him a black marker as murmurs filled the air of phrases they thought your body would benefit to be decorated with. Though as he dragged the pen over each of your inner thighs, the words he ended up scribbling on your skin with dark ink were ‘Kappa Alpha Nu’s fuckdoll’ and ‘cumdump’ on the other leg, which then had a little arrow pointing towards the poor mess where his dick repeatedly sank into.

And lastly, when you were barely conscious any longer, it finally became your stepbrother’s turn to swap his own fist out with the sweetness of your pussy.

However, as Steve buried his fat length inside of you and fucked you even more raw, when he did you the solid of revealing his identity to you after you’d ultimately guessed incorrectly one last time, something else also attempted to slip inside of your cunt as he soon tried to stuff a finger in alongside his cock.

“Wh-what are you doing?” you gasped in a shrill tone, your drool smearing against your teddy bear.

“Just testing the waters,” he murmured as his digit continued to trace your wrecked hole as it gripped his girth tightly, searching intently for a way inside, “damn… I really thought this would have done the trick.”

“Huh?”

“To stuff this pretty pussy with more than just one cock, you silly,” he pointed out cruelly as if such extremes were a goal of yours as well, “guess we gotta be a lot meaner to her than this if we wanna fill her up more…” he uttered, though his words barely registered in your foggy brain.

You were so edged and yearned to unravel again so badly that it physically ached, though as your sensitive walls fluttered around Steve’s thick girth, you incoherently whined, “c-can I cum again? P-please? I swear, I’ve learned my lesson, I won’t go near any of them again. Please, Steve,” you pouted as tears welled up in your eyes, “I’ll be good. Let me cum. P-please, I can’t hold it anymore, it hurts–”

But instead, your stepbrother’s wide palm came soaring down upon your trembling inner thigh as he grumbled, “too fucking bad,” squeals escaped you as he smacked you a few more times, making your cunt clamper down around him as his hand caught the puff of your pussy, “you should have just been better at guessing if you wanted to cum that badly,” his grip came down to settle around your hips, digging into them as he let his thrusts derail and become rougher, “so, suck it up. After all, it’s your fault you’re in this mess to begin with.”

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 3 months ago

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Hello nightmare- choke me with your tie please

That Night

Warnings - noncon, bj, threats, and dark behaviour.

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The door clicks and you swallow your yawn. You were just about to nod off before the noise puts you on edge. You already know it's just Andy but he makes you nervous just on his own.

You crane to see him over the back of the couch as he peeks through the archway. You keep your voice low, "Hello, Mr. Barber."

He nods his head and gives a half-wave. He backs out of site and there's rustling and scuffing as he leaves his things by the door. Mr. Barber is like that; quiet but seemingly judging everything and everyone.

He comes in, walking softly, and peeks over the sofa cushions.

"He asleep?" He asks as he peers down at the little boy against your hip, slumped into your lap.

"Fell asleep twenty minutes in," you smile.

He nods. Mr. Barber is hard to read. Strict. You feel so small whenever he looks at you. Not just physically, but in every other way. He's your boss. He pays you for watching his son and you scrape the hourly toll up to pay rent. Next to your two other jobs, it gets you by.

"Let me get him," he comes around and scoops up Caleb. You cautiously stand as he does. He stays close, "why don't you wait here? I'll call you a cab." His blue eyes list away, "sorry I'm late."

"All good," you put your palms up appeasingly. "Thank you."

He dips his chin again and steps away. You listen to his footfalls as you sit back down. This time you can't bring yourself to lean back. You grab the remote and shut off the TV. You teeter on the edge and tap your toes anxiously.

Maybe you should tell him you're fine catching the bus. You feel bad and you don't need the taxi fare adding to your expenses. You think of it but can't bring yourself to get up. You still feel like everything you do is an imposition. He's paying you to be there yet you feel as if you're intruding.

You exhale and roll your shoulders. You sidle back on the cushion. You'll wait until he has Caleb in bed before you both.

You check your phone. The bus won't be too much longer. You flip through a few apps then set it aside. You rub your eyes then tilt your head back on your neck. As you do, you feel something tickle your nose and chin.

You wince and put your head straight. Pressure tightens around your neck, drawing firm from behind. You touch the fabric against your throat and squeak. What the heck?

"Shhh," the hush crawls along your hair.

You look up as Mr. Barber leans over you with a smirk. You gulp and curl your fingers under the silk. He tugs until your airway clogs.

"Put your hand down," he says.

You bat your lashes at him, eyes straining as you tilt your head back further to see him. He tisks and taps your crown.

"Let go."

You put your head straight and drop your head, confusion pulsing through your veins. He slowly comes around, extending his arm as he keeps you at length, like a dog on a leash. You frown as you notice his loose collar, his tie knotted around your neck.

"Mr. Barber, are you playing around?" You ask.

"Playing..." he tugs and you slide forward. "With you."

You grip the tie as the knot gets tighter. He yanks again and you clamour to your feet. He catches your chin as his other hand winds up the tail of the tie.

"Stop touching. You're breaking the rules."

"Mr. Barber--"

"Ah, ah, no talking," he drags his finger up to your lips. "You don't want to wake our son."

Your blood turns cold. You search his face in horror. What does he mean?

"Are you alr--"

He tugs and you cough. He growls and shakes his head.

"I'll be nice if you behave," he grits.

You blink as hot tears rise along your lashes. Why is he doing this?

"You're a good girl, aren't you? I know you are. You never complain... even when I can see you want to. You wait around even when I'm late," he leads you around with the tie as he drops his other hand. "You take care of our boy and... you obey."

You shudder as you let him guide you. You don't know what else to do. You're entirely thrown off by the suddenness of it all. And you're scared. It's like he said... he'll be nice, but he could be mean.

"It's been a long day, honey," he brings you around the couch and through the archway. "I'm just going to do some reading, settle into bed."

He takes you up the stairs, one by one, a smug curve in his lips. You can hardly look at him. You're horrified. You're just letting him do all this. You could scream. You should.

He brings you down the hall and your feet slip on the hardwood. You don't go in his room. Not ever. That's what he told you not to do.

He opens the door and draws you inside. Your eyes skim the space. It all looks very normal.

He leads you to the bed and sits you down. He urges you onto your back, high up on the pillow and loops the tie around the post. Your body locks up as you stare at him.

He moves around the room, undressing as his shadow paints the wall. He comes to the other side and slides onto the mattress. The friction of pages scratches in your ears as the bed jostles. He reaches over and pets your head. He follows the length of the tie and unhooks it.

He tugs you over to him. You turn on your side to keep from choking. He has the book over his naked lap. You blanch at the shameless sight.

"I worked so hard, honey, don't you wanna help daddy relax," he purrs.

You pull, just a little on the tie and he snarls, yanking you so his tip hits your nose. He's hard and wanting. You're scared.

"What did I say about being nice?" He sneers. "So open up and be a good girl."

Your eyes sting. You need the money. You need the money. It's just this one time, right? He's just... being weird and tomorrow, you can forget.

You open your mouth and circle his tip. It's salty. You close your eyes and urge yourself down until you can't take anymore. He sighs and you feel him relax. He rests his hand on your head and raises the book with his other.

"That's it, honey," he clutches your hair and pulls you up, "I needed this."

He pushes you down again and you nearly gag. He leads you in a rhythym, up, down, up, down. You're dizzy and not just from the bobbing of your head. You're mind is spinning at how it all came to this.

#andy barber #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x reader #drabble #ask #defending jacob

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saiyanprincessswanie · 8 months ago

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Weekend Loving

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count: 1500

Summary: The perfect way to combat a cold rainy weekend in autumn is by cuddling and keeping warm together.

Warnings: Fluff, Cuddles, Oral (Fem), Smut, Unprotected Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Cursing, Andy’s beard is a warning, Quote: “If you only knew the things I want to do to you" & Prompts - cuddling in front of a fire & cuddling on the couch during a cold rainy day.

A/N 1: thank you to @lfnr-blog-blog-blog & @pigwidgeonxo for beta reading this. Also thank you to @firefly-graphics for the divider.

A/N 2: This is for @sweater-daddiesdumbdork & @yenzys-lucky-charm autumn writing challenge.

Reblogs & Comments are welcomed and encouraged. It lets me know you like my work. 😊💜

I do NOT consent to translating or reposting my work on any social media platform, app, or third-party site. If you see my work anywhere besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts, it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

It was a cold rainy day in autumn and you were thankful it was the weekend. Both you and Andy had today off which meant one thing cuddling on the couch with a fire going. The fireplace in the living room was currently warming the room thanks to Andy’s quick thinking of trying to get you warm fast. You watched the rain pour down against the colorful shades of leaves on the trees. Autumn has to be your favorite time of the year.

You wore leggings, fluffy warm socks, and a long-sleeved shirt. Andy came down the stairs dressed in his gray sweatpants and henley. He was built with broad shoulders and a trim waist. His eyes were cerulean blue and his amazing beard made you clench your thighs together.

You were on the couch with a large blanket covering you. It was big enough to cover the both of you while cuddling. Of course, if you had it your way you would wrap yourself like a burrito in the blanket and not share with Andy.

Andy loved weekends like this where you could spend quality time with one another and relax after a long week at work. Whether cuddling under the blankets or spending time between your legs Andy always considered himself a lucky man.

After a few minutes, Andy came shuffling into the living room ready to get warmed up. He kissed your forehead and made his way under the blanket. As he gets settled, you whine as he stretches out behind you. Bringing your body against his chest.

“Mmmm… you're so warm, babe.” You try to cuddle closer, your butt rubbing against his crotch causing him to groan into your neck.

“Keep doing that and you’ll be in trouble, Mrs. Barber.” He seductively whispers against your neck, stealing a light kiss while his beard scrapes against your skin.

“Trouble is my middle name, Mr. Barber.” You rub up against him again but this time you can feel his erection. He lets out another groan as he adjusts his sweatpants. You turn to face him as your hands roam down his chest to his sweatpants.

“If you only knew the things I want to do to you, sweetheart right here on the couch.”

“Enlighten me.” You whisper against his lips before you give him a quick kiss.

He grabs your hips and does a dirty grind against you. Pushing you onto your back he climbs on top of you keeling between your spread legs. He pushed the blanket briefly off the both of you and pulled your leggings and underwear off. You squealed by the roughness of his hands on you but you would be lying if you said you didn’t like it. Andy then pulls you into a sitting position and peels your long-sleeved shirt off. You shiver from how cold you feel but instantly warm as he sucks a nipple into his mouth. Every nibble and soft bite has you gasping in pleasure. Andy pulls away with a pop and uses his fingers to roll your nipples. You start to let out little gasps and he stops abruptly making you whine.

Andy stands and pulls the henley off revealing his body you swore was sculpted by the gods themselves. Seconds later he pushed his sweatpants and boxer briefs down his legs revealing his hard, thick cock. He smiles down at you as you stare at him, taking in his nakedness. Grabbing the blanket he covers you both up as he kisses his way down toward your wet pussy. Reaching his destination he kisses your inner thighs and rubs his beard against your core. The roughness from his beard has you whimpering until you feel his tongue lick a stripe through your folds.

“Fuck, Andy!” You moan out as you feel another pass of his tongue. Your hands grip the blanket tightly as he makes another pass through your folds.

Andy buries his face in your pussy, licking and gently suckling your clit. Your breathing hitches every time he plays with your clit. The more he takes you apart the louder your moans get. You feel Andy’s fingers run through your petals getting arousal all over them. He pulls back his face for a minute and slips his fingers inside of you. His mouth is now focused on your clit as he swirls his tongue around it and gently plays with it. You can feel yourself getting closer to your release the faster his fingers work you. Making a come hither motion sets you off as you cum screaming his name from the pleasure he just brought you. As your body twitches from the aftershocks of your orgasm, Andy climbs back up to your face and kisses you. You can taste your release on his lips and tongue.

Your tongues dance together in a sensual kiss, both fighting for dominance but it is Andy that is taking over. His kiss is passionate and he groans against your lips while he grinds his hard cock against your wet pussy. You wrap your legs around his hips and roll your hips against him. God did he feel amazing against you. Before you can do anything else Andy sits back on his legs as he forcefully turns you over onto your stomach. Lifting your hips for him Andy runs his hand over your butt and smacks it causing you to mewl. Grabbing his cock he strokes himself a few times before he sinks into your cunt. The thickness of his cock stretches you in all the right ways as he slowly starts to thrust into you.

“Oh…my… feels so good baby.” Your hands are holding onto the cushion below you as Andy slowly takes you apart.

Andy picks his pace up and starts to piston his hips into you over and over again. Skin slapping against skin fills the room while the fireplace continues to keep you both warm. He continues to thrust into you harder and faster as you moan his name to the heavens above. Now and then he slaps your ass causing you to push back into him hard. Andy can’t help but groan as he feels your walls flutter against his cock. He loves the way you feel around him and taking you like this sends a primal groan through him.

“Fuck…baby…fuck…. Take my big cock.” He groans out as you squeal with every piston of his hips.

Your hand moves to your clit and starts to rub it to the pace of Andy snapping his hips. His thick cock plunged into you so hard you swore you could see stars. You’re a mess, a moaning fucking mess for him. You feel like you’re going to cum any minute now.

Harder and faster Andy snaps his hips against you. Just as he feels you start to flutter against him again he pulls out of you and then rolls you to your back again. Before you can say anything he grabs your legs, throwing them over his shoulders and sinking back into you.

“Andy. I’m so close…” You rake your nails down his chest causing him to groan out. His hips are starting to falter at the pace he is keeping up. Your walls start to flutter and tense around him again as you chase your high.

With a swipe of his right thumb against your clit you are moaning his name again as you finally fall off the edge into eternal bliss. Andy feels your walls grip him tightly as he now chases his high. A few hard thrusts and he is cumming deep inside you. He groans your name a few times before he finally is spent. He gently moves your legs back to the couch and all but collapses on you. His forearms are keeping him from crushing you under his weight. You smile up at him with a blissed-out grin and he leans down to kiss your lips.

“I love you so much, sweetheart.”

“I love you too Andy. With all my heart.”

Andy gently pulls out of you and goes to the bathroom to clean himself off. Once done he brings back a wet washcloth and cleans you as well. He throws the washcloth into the washer and comes back over to the couch. Grabbing the blanket he lays beside you on the couch and holds you close to him again. With the fire still roaring to life you sigh as you are now warm from both the fireplace and Andy taking you apart.

“Let’s stay like this forever,” you whisper to him as you begin to yawn.

“Forever my love, forever you and I,” he whispers back.

Andy kisses your head and snuggles closer to you. He can’t believe how lucky he is to have these moments with you. Thanking the lucky stars above he cuddles you close as the rain continues to pitter-patter on the windows. It may be cold outside but it is warm inside their home.

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universefcb · 3 months ago

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◎﹒⚽ . ❛ 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒 ❜ ━━━ He's my ideal type and I can't do anything about it.😭

◎﹒⚽ . ❛❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜❜ ━━━ English is not my first language, sorry if there is a mistake!

◎﹒⚽ . ❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜ ━━━ Your comment and like are very important, don't be a ghost reader!

◎﹒⚽ . ❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜ ━━━ Hector is my second boyfriend, as Pau is my first!

◎﹒⚽ . ❛❛𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐒❜❜ ━━━ 792 Of words

You let go of Hector's hand and sat down on the salon's leather couch. You watched him greet the barber who was a friend of both of yours and sit down in the chair.

“What is your mistress sending today?” He asked in an amused tone.

“The usual,” she said with a smile, looking at her boyfriend in the mirror. Hector winked at her and picked up his phone, starting to scroll through social media.

The man started working on Hector's hair and s/n just watched. After a few minutes, she opened the camera and raised her cell phone. Hector noticed, made a face for the photo and you laughed as you analyzed it.

“Did I look ugly?” His voice sounded calm.

“You never look ugly,” she said calmly, making him blush and the barber laugh.

“Yeah bro, you’re really on a leash.” Hector laughed proudly, watching his girlfriend in the mirror. The one who was playing with her cell phone, all smiles.

He felt his phone vibrate and picked it up, seeing that it was an Instagram notification. He opened the app and his smile grew wider when he saw the post she had made on her stories. The photo she had posted. He laughed and reposted it, telling her how much he loved her.

After a few long minutes, he got up from the chair and looked at the haircut in the mirror. He smiled and turned to his friend, thanking him and paying him. He walked over to his girlfriend and took her hand, saying goodbye and leaving.

“You look so handsome!” He showered her with kisses as they got into the boy’s car. “You look so hot with your hair cut, damn, I’d put you in a painting and put it in the best gallery there is here in Barcelona!

This made him blush slightly and laugh at all the compliments he was getting from his girlfriend. His large hands went straight to her thigh, squeezing it lightly.

“Mi gatita,” he paused only to place kisses on her neck “I love it when you compliment me, I feel like the most badass man in the universe.”

“You are!” She ran her hand down his torso until it rested on his legs. “And you are mine alone.”

His tone came out jealous and a little possessive, he chuckled and pulled you in for a quick kiss. You settled into the passenger seat and put on your seatbelt.

“I love you so much,” she felt his finger move on her thigh, leaving a light caress there. “Never forget that, my baby.

He planted kisses on her cheek, and started the car, driving down the street, until he arrived at Lamine Yamal's house.

As soon as you got out of the car, he held your hand gently and you entered the boy's house, who was already waiting in the playroom with Cubarsí. You greeted the boys and sat on the royal blue pouf next to the sofa where the boys – now with Hector – were.

“Wow, our boy got a haircut!” Yamal shouted as he took a closer look at Hector.

“What happened? You never cut your hair in small intervals…” Pau laughed just connecting everything.

“You’re really on s/n’s leash” Lamine laughed along with Cubarsí and you followed suit.

“I am, and I’m very proud of it.” He reached out, leaving a kiss on their lips, drawing sounds and grimaces from his friends.

“The guest room is available, don’t do indecent things in front of us.” He scoffed as he turned his attention back to the game.

“I don’t want to be an uncle at eighteen,” Pau Cubarsí said smilingly.

“Be quiet!” Hector muttered in embarrassment, giving his friends the finger. “Get out of here, I want to play.”

He pushed Yamal, taking the controller from his hand. “I’m going to crush you, chubby,” Hector said, and received a light slap from Cubarsí as a gift.

“If I win, your girlfriend is mine,” he said and Hector paused for a few seconds.

“You really need a haircut.” Lamine tried to lighten the mood. Viu laughed happily when he saw his boyfriend’s serious expression.

Cubarsí always made jokes like that, and you liked to see Dr. Hector's astonished expression, but this time he was serious. And seeing that you laughed, without feeling uncomfortable with Pau's joke, he smiled at hearing your laughter.

“He’s just joking, love,” you said smiling.

“I think it’s good, otherwise I would break his teeth,” he said as his fingers moved the video game controller, while his little doll ran quickly, dodging obstacles.

“I still like my teeth in my mouth, please.” the boy said, making everyone laugh.

“Then shut up, you idiot.” Lamine threw a pillow at him.

"Never!"

And the night went on like this. Teasing, cool games and a table full of pizza and soda (healthy goods for players) and lots and lots of laughter.

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krirebr · 1 year ago

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Caught Up in Your Trap

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: 5.4k

Summary: You spend your first day in your new home. Part of the Trapped AU.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, drugging, training, punishment, isolation, injury, forced intimacy - Just trust me when I say that this is dark. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: Oh my god, you guys. Uh, happy sin day, I guess?? 🤣 Because I am apparently incapable of just leaving a one-shot alone, this is a prequel to I Don't Want a Lot for Christmas spurred by some unhinged 4 AM thots. It is definitely the darkest thing I've written so far. Whoops.

Big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who was not only the fantastic sounding board she always is, and let me ramble on about all my research into furnaces of all things but also helped me figure out the title for both this fic and the greater AU it's now a part of (🤦🏻‍♀️ Seriously, Kris, just stop!). Hat tip to Bruce Springsteen for both, as well. I'm sure he'd be thrilled. 😂

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

Andy pulled up at the address he’d been given, more surprised than he should have been that it was an abandoned warehouse. Of course, this sort of deal would be completed there. He should have known from the sorts of channels he’d had to go through to set it up. Connections left over from his days in the DA’s office. Well, that wasn’t the side of the law he was on anymore.

He walked into the large open space that made up most of the building to find a man standing in the middle of a few folding chairs. He had a neatly trimmed mustache and was wearing sharp but tight clothing. He wasn’t who caught Andy’s attention, though. No, that was you, slumped over in one of the chairs, wearing the clothes you must have been taken in. Even like this, he could tell your pictures hadn’t done you justice. You were absolutely perfect. Or you would be, once he was done.

“Barber!” the man called out, a satisfied smirk raising his mustache. “How nice of you to join us!”

“Hansen,” Andy answered evenly. He nodded at you, “She ok?”

“Oh, she’s fine. Just on enough horse tranqs to move her across the country without her realizing it. She’ll only be out for another day or so.”

Andy walked over to you. “I’m sure you don’t mind if I check for myself. With the amount of money I’m paying you.” Hansen gestured for him to go ahead, so he placed a gentle hand on the pulse in your neck, pleased to feel that it was strong and steady. He took a step back and opened the untraceable banking app on his phone. He clicked the transfer button, moving an ungodly amount of money from his numbered account in the Caymans to the account Lloyd had given him. “Alright,” he said, “the money’s in your account.”

The other man snapped his fingers and someone appeared out of the shadows, holding a tablet. “And I’m sure you don’t mind,” Hansen said as the new man tapped his screen, “if I check for myself. With the amount of work I’ve done for you.”

They all waited in tense silence for the confirmation of the transfer to come through. Andy couldn’t take his eyes off you, eager to finally get you home. After everything he’d been through, this was what he deserved. The perfect wife, the perfect family, the perfect life. And he was going to do it right this time, taking full control until he had exactly what he wanted. Nothing left to chance. It was costing him a pretty penny, but it was worth it.

The man with the tablet nodded at Hansen, who clapped his hands together. “Alright!” he said. “Let’s get this done. My men will get her settled in your car while we finish up.” Two more men came out from the edge of the room and started to put their hands on you. Andy couldn’t help the growl that came out of him. Hansen laughed. “Don’t worry, Mr. ADA, they won’t hurt your precious new wife. You have my word.”

Andy gave a hesitant nod, as they carried you out of the warehouse, clicking the unlock button on his car fob so that they could get you settled. He didn’t take his eyes off you until you were gone.

Hansen reached down and picked up a thick folder. “Everything you’ll need is in here. Everything for her new identity, all in order, all immaculate. Marriage license. Anything from her old life you might need. Although I’d get what you need from those quickly and then burn them.”

Andy took the folder and briefly paged through it. New birth certificate, social security card, IDs, passport. Everything he’d need to start your new life. He put the folder in his briefcase. “Thank you. Anything else?”

Hansen smirked again. “Eager to get started?” He leered in the direction you’d disappeared. “Can’t say I blame you.”

Andy cleared his throat, not appreciating the way Hansen was talking about what was his. “Yes, I would like to get us both home. Are we done here?”

“Sure sure. You have a good time now,” he smirked.

Andy gave him a curt nod and then exited in the direction Hansen’s men had taken you. There was no sign of them by his car, but you were laid out across the backseat. He opened the door and leaned in to brush a gentle finger across your cheek. He wouldn’t be able to relax until you were secured inside his home. It was so close now.

This wasn’t your room. You’d woken up some time ago (you couldn’t say how long ago exactly. There were no clocks, no windows) in the most comfortable bed you’d ever felt. You thought it might swallow you up, it was so soft. Luxurious. The whole room was that way. Beautiful. Rich. You were dressed in a satin nightgown that wasn’t at all like anything you owned. You tried very hard not to think about the fact that someone must have changed you. The door was locked from the outside, a small keypad right under the doorknob. You tried banging on the door. Yelling for someone. Nothing. A quick exploration of the room hadn’t yielded anything either – the two other doors were also locked, a dresser held only men’s clothing. So you’d spent the last who knows how long just laying in the bed, trying not to panic or cry. You weren’t very successful at either.

The most disturbing thing you’d discovered since you’d woken up here was the set of rings on your left hand. One featured a large diamond, the other was a simpler band filled with comparatively tiny diamonds. The bands were fused together like you remembered your mom’s engagement and wedding rings being. It took a long time to normalize your breathing after that discovery.

Just as you were about to drift asleep again, for want of anything else to do, you heard a few soft beeps, the lock click, and the doorknob move. You leaped up and huddled in the far corner of the room between the wall and the bed, holding a pillow in front of you. There was nothing else in the room to use to defend yourself. Even the lamps were bolted down – you’d checked.

The door slowly opened and a man walked in. He was tall, over 6 feet, and broad. He had dark, soft-looking hair, and a well-kept beard. He wore a gray cotton tee and jeans. If your adrenaline hadn’t been spiking, you would have found him so handsome. But as it was, you pushed yourself further into the corner.

He was carrying a tray, which he set down on one of the nightstands. From your vantage point, you could see a glass of water and a bowl. You weren’t feeling inclined to take anything from this man.

Your eyes cautiously tracked him as he came around to the foot of the bed. “How are you feeling?” he asked, his voice deep but gentle.

You didn’t say anything, just kept watching him. He leveled you with a stern look that sent a chill down your spine. His voice was much more rigid when he said, “I expect an answer when I ask a question, sweetheart.”

You ignored him again, instead asking, “Who are you?”

He took a deep breath, flexing both hands. Extreme irritation passed over his face before it was replaced with a practiced calm. He sat at the foot of the bed and patted the space next to him. “Come sit,” he said. You didn’t move. “Now,” he growled. Something in his tone made it clear, not only that he would move you himself if he had to, but even more so, that you didn’t want it to come to that. You got up and sat on the far edge of the bed. He reached over and grabbed your arm hard, dragging you into his side. You cried out but he shushed you. “Alright,” he said, “I will answer your question once you answer mine. How are you feeling?”

This was the most scared you’d ever been. You had to take a few deep breaths before you were able to say. “I have a headache and I’m a little nauseous. And I’m very scared.”

He gently took your hand in his and cooed at you. “That’d be the drugs they used to knock you out. You’ll feel better when they’re completely out of your system. Eating will help. You can have some soup once we’re done talking.” He paused, for what you didn’t know. You didn’t say anything. He smiled. “You can ask your question now. Good girl waiting for permission.”

Your head swung to look at him. That hadn’t been what you were doing. Had it? You were woozy and scared and just trying to figure out what the fuck was going on. That was most important, so you let his comment go and repeated your question. “Who are you?”

He squeezed your hand. “I’m your husband, sweetheart. My name is Andy.”

That was the answer you’d been terrified of since you’d seen the rings on your finger. He was fucking crazy. He had to be. The best you could do right now was to get as much information out of him as you could. “And where are we? Is this your house?” You were trying to keep your voice steady, but you could hear the tremor in it.

“This is our house, sweetheart. Just outside Boston.”

Your eyes widened and your heart rate picked up in panic. “Boston?? No– That’s– How did I get here?!” This was even worse than you thought. You were nowhere near home, nowhere near anything familiar.

He just looked at you for a moment with narrowed eyes. Then he nodded and said, “Ok, I’m going to be honest and explain it to you, because I think it will help you understand your place here. But in the future, you need to know that I don’t appreciate having to explain myself. Good wives don’t question their husband's actions. Now, since I’m going out of my way to make this clear for you, I expect you to sit quietly and listen. Can you do that for me?”

You clenched your hands into fists, wanting to rage at him for how he was speaking to you like a child, but you knew you needed this information. You needed everything you could get if you were going to get out of here, so you tried to control your breathing and nodded.

He looked at you like he wanted to scold you for something, but then visibly changed his mind and began. “I’ve had a hard life, the last few years especially, I’ve been through a lot. Things haven’t turned out the way they were supposed to. I wanted a family. I thought I had one, but– It wasn’t how it was supposed to be, and then I lost even that. I wanted to try again, but I couldn’t put in all that effort without a guarantee that I wouldn’t wind up with nothing again.

“I’m a lawyer. I used to work as an ADA and now I’m in defense. In both jobs, I’ve made a lot of connections with people from different walks of life. Through that, I found a man who provides a service – if you let him know what you’re looking for, he’ll find you a person who fills those needs. So I told him that I was looking for someone to build a family with, a good wife. He presented me with a few options, and I chose you. For a hefty price, his men picked you up and brought you here. They also put together all new paperwork for you, a whole new identity. The old you doesn’t exist anymore, do you understand? You’re Mrs. Barber now, property of your husband. I bought and paid for you. I own you, every part of you.”

You saw his hand start to move toward your thigh and you jumped up, quickly pressing yourself against the wall. You just stared at him for a moment and then the panic truly hit you, but this time, it was accompanied by blinding anger. “That’s human trafficking, you complete fucking psycho! The fuck is wrong with you?!” Once you’d started screaming, you couldn’t stop. “You can’t just buy a wife, you fucking cuck! I’m a person! People are going to look for me!” He stood up and came at you and you swung out with your fists, your nails, your knees, whatever you fucking could. You connected a few times, drew a grunt from him before he somehow pinned your wrists behind your back. You screamed as loud as you could, but it did nothing.

He frog-marched you out of the room as he said, “I was hoping we wouldn’t have to do this so soon, but you need a timeout, honey. Some time to calm down in the quiet room, and then we can try again and go over the rules. You just need some time to think by yourself.”

You tried to pay attention as he pushed you through what looked like a little apartment: a living room, a kitchenette. He stopped at an innocuous-looking door with a keypad on it, just like the one in the bedroom. He turned you away so you couldn’t see as he entered the code, one hand still keeping your wrists in a bruising grip. Before you’d even realized he’d opened the door, he was shoving you into the room so hard you briefly left the ground. The door slammed shut behind you. You hit the floor hard and groaned. You stumbled up onto your hands and knees. You heard another beep, then the grinding of a lock. Then nothing.

The room was pitch black. You weren’t even sure where the door was now, as there wasn’t any light coming through the cracks. You crawled around, trying to get an idea of the space. It was small and empty as far as you could tell. But there was a low rumbling noise that seemed to fill the room. You couldn’t pinpoint the source just from listening, it felt like it was coming from everywhere. The floor under your hands was bare, concrete. Your hands brushed through cobwebs and other detritus you couldn’t see. You cautiously held a hand out as you continued to try to map out the room, terrified you’d smack your face right into the wall. It made contact with something hot and sharp. You pulled it back with a hiss, pain radiating through your palm. You felt the first few wet drops. Shit. You were bleeding. You’d cut yourself. Fuck. “Hey!” you called out as loud as you could. There was no answer. “Hey!” you tried again, “I’m hurt! I’m bleeding!” No response. “WHAT THE FUCK?” You were screaming now. “YOU FUCKING ASSHOLE! LET ME OUT!” Nothing. God, this room was already lightproof, maybe it was soundproof, too. He wouldn’t be able to hear you, wouldn’t know you were hurt. You couldn’t tell how badly you’d cut your hand so you raised it above your head, hoping that might at least slow down the bleeding. It was dirty you were sure. God, how long did it take for cuts to get infected? You hoped you wouldn’t find out. You didn’t even know what you’d cut it on. What if it was rusty? Shit, when was your last tetanus booster? You couldn’t remember exactly. Fuck. You really didn’t want to die from tetanus in some random basement in Massachusetts. A tear rolled down your cheek. He couldn’t leave you in here too long, could he? No. He would come get you soon.

You had no idea how long you’d been sitting in the dark, your knees pulled up to your chest, one arm wrapped around them, the other still held in the air. Your shoulder was so sore, but you were too worried to lower your hand. You wished you could see the cut, know exactly how bad it was. You wished you knew how much time had passed. With no frame of reference, no external indicators, you were afraid you’d lost the ability to tell the difference between hours and minutes. It’d been hours. It had to have been hours. How long was he going to leave you here? He had to come back soon. He had to. You took some perverse comfort in the fact that he’d spent a lot of money on you. That had to mean that he wouldn’t just leave you here. He’d want a return on his investment. You tried to ignore the chills that thought gave you.

You’d been crying on and off. It made you feel pathetic but what else were you supposed to do? The panic, too, ebbed and flowed. You’d been trying to keep your breathing even, trying to ignore how small the space was, how dirty, how dark. Deep breaths in through your nose and out through your mouth. It wasn’t doing much to calm you, but at least it gave you something to focus on.

Just as a fresh wave of tears overtook you, a blinding light came in, directly opposite you. You squinted and raised your uninjured hand in front of your eyes, but that didn’t do much to help.

“Oh sweetheart,” Andy’s voice cooed, before gently lifting you by your arms and herding you out. He half-carried you through the finished part of the basement while your eyes continued to adjust. Before you knew it, you were back in the bedroom you’d started in. He gently sat you down on the edge of the bed and crouched in front of you. You felt dazed. The room was too bright. You didn’t know how you could keep breaking the record for the most scared you’d ever been. There had to be a ceiling, a limit. You’d hit it soon, wouldn’t you?

You still had your hand raised and cradled to your chest. Andy touched your wrist and you flinched. He raised an eyebrow in question and you whispered, “I got hurt.” He sighed and gently tugged at your wrist again. This time you let him guide your arm down, moving your hand so you both could see it. It was a little grimy and definitely red, slightly swollen maybe. There was a little dried blood, but not much. The cut was so much more shallow than you’d imagined when you were trapped in that room alone. You felt incredibly foolish. You’d thought you were going to lose your hand over a glorified paper cut.

Andy carefully moved his thumb over a raised patch under the cut that you now realized was a minor burn. “Did you touch the furnace?” The furnace – that’s what’d been making that noise. That’s what you’d cut yourself on. That’s where he’d thrown you. What the fuck? You were lucky you hadn’t hurt yourself even worse. You looked up from your hand to see him frowning at you. “Why would you do that? Sweetheart, you have to be more careful. That was a very stupid thing to do.” He got up and walked into the ensuite, opening a cabinet under the sink.

Was he seriously scolding you for getting hurt in a dangerous room he’d locked you in?? The rage from earlier was starting to return, but it was still tempered by your fear. You did your best to keep your voice even when you replied, “It was completely dark in there. I couldn’t see anything.” A little growl came through your words, but it wasn’t anything compared to what you were actually feeling.

He came back holding a small first-aid kit. “Well then that’s a good reason to keep your hands to yourself, isn’t it?” He sat down and opened the kit, pulling out a few wipes and beginning to somewhat roughly clean your hand. “Sweetheart, I’m here to take care of you. That’s my job as your husband. But I need you to be a good girl and not put yourself in harm’s way.”

“You threw me in there!” you said, your voice starting to get louder, despite your best efforts to keep calm.

“Because you were bad and needed a time-out!” he yelled back at you. He threw the dirty wipes into the trashcan beside the bed and took a deep breath, visibly calming himself. He grabbed an ointment from the kit and began applying it to your hand. “That’s why we’re going to talk about rules now. They’re there to keep you safe and both of us happy. When you don’t follow them, something like this can happen.”

You didn’t say anything. You had to be smart if you were ever going to get out of here and antagonizing him wasn’t smart. He didn’t seem to expect a response anyway as he just silently placed a bandage on your hand and then got up and put the kit away. He came back and sat right next to you, turning so he could look into your eyes. You tried to turn your head away, but he grabbed your chin and forced eye contact.

“Alright,” he said, his tone already so fucking patronizing. “A good thing that came out of your little tantrum is that now we know the areas we need to focus on most for improvement – manners, respect, and attitude. I did some thinking during your quiet time too, and I’ve adjusted your training schedule to focus on these things. It’ll be good for both of us.”

What the actual fucking fuck? “Training schedule?” was all you managed to get out.

Andy nodded. “I’m sure you’ve figured out that we’re in the basement right now. I have a beautiful big house upstairs that I can’t wait to show you. But you’re going to have to earn it first, prove to me that you know how to be good, that I can trust you before we can go upstairs. That’s what the training will do. I’m going to teach you exactly how to be perfect for me, everything I want, and in return I’m going to give you a perfect life, so much better than what you had before. We’re going to be so happy together, sweetheart. I promise.

“Now, it’s going to take time. I understand that. And I’m going to be patient with you. I know what your life was like before. I know that you probably never expected that you’d ever get to have this. Change can be scary. Dreams coming true, it’s scary. But I’ll be here to guide you through it all. I’m going to give you everything and all I ask of you in return is that you be good for me. That’s all.”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to sob. What the hell was this? How could this man, this stranger, be so completely deranged? Be smart, you chanted to yourself. Be smart be smart be smart. And if you opened your mouth now, you knew exactly what would come out. So you kept it shut and let him continue.

“So first, let’s talk about your tantrum. I don’t appreciate being spoken to that way. The language and the names, it’s unacceptable. So, no swearing going forward. And I think a good rule for you while we’re downstairs will be for you to address me as Sir. Once we’ve moved upstairs, you’ll be allowed to call me Andy, but whenever we’re down here, it’s Sir. Do you understand?” He looked at you expectantly. You clenched your jaw and nodded. “I expect a verbal response when I speak to you, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you gritted out. He raised an eyebrow at you and his gaze hardened. It took you a moment to realize your mistake. “Yes, sir,” you corrected yourself.

“Very good. As your husband, I expect you to give me the respect I deserve. That’s something we’ll work on. It’s very important that you don’t question me. I know what’s best for you and you need to trust that I will give you whatever information you need to have. If I haven’t told you something, it’s because you don’t need to know, ok?”

He paused again. What kind of Stepford hell was this? What had you done to deserve this? You took a deep breath. Then another. And another. Then, finally, you were able to force out a “Yes, sir.”

He smiled. “You’re so smart, sweetheart. You’ll be upstairs in no time. Now, you’ll start learning your routine tomorrow. I’ve taken some time off work for our honeymoon, so I’ll have plenty of time to get you settled and acclimated. We’ll go over wardrobe and makeup requirements in the morning too. Now,” he slapped his thighs and stood up, “your soup from earlier went cold, so how about I go get you a fresh bowl while you take a quick shower and get all that dust and grime from the Quiet Room off you?”

You held back a grimace at him calling that room that, as he walked over to one of the other doors and unlocked it. He talked to you like you were a child. All of this was so fucked up. But a shower sounded incredible. You had no idea how long it’d been since you’d had one. So you just nodded and let out a quiet, “Yes, sir.”

He beamed at you. “Everything you’ll need is in the bathroom. I’ll be back in just a few minutes.”

You stood and waited til he was out the door, listening to the beeps and grinding locks once he was gone. Shit. You were really fucked. You went into the bathroom and closed the door behind you. There was no lock on the inside. Of course, there wasn’t.

You didn’t waste much time in the bathroom, desperate for a hot shower. You vaguely registered that the counter was stocked with all sorts of beauty aids – expensive lotions and serums like he’d bought out a department store beauty counter. The shower too, was equally well stocked. So much fancier than the Target sale items you usually stocked your bathroom with. But the shower felt incredible and that’s what you chose to focus on.

When you were finished, you came out of the shower to see that the bathroom door was open. You could hear Andy moving around in the bedroom. You shuddered and quickly wrapped a plush towel around yourself. There was a fresh nightgown waiting for you, soft pink, all silk and lace. You grimaced and wondered what you’d need to do to get a pair of sleep shorts and an old T-shirt to sleep in. Probably more than you were willing to do, if it was even possible. You dried off quickly and slipped the nightgown on.

When you exited the bathroom, he was sitting on the bed, the tray of food sitting next to him. There was a bowl of soup and a cup of water, along with a small plate with a few crackers. The dishes and utensils were all plastic. Nothing you could hurt him with. You sat down and watched him carefully as you lifted the tray onto your lap. He didn’t say anything so it must have been allowed. Your hand shook as you brought the first spoonful up to your lips. The soup was warm, not hot, certainly not scalding. Another hope dashed. Throwing it at him would only result in him getting wet. And angry. Not worth it.

As you ate, you realized just how hungry you actually were. The nausea from whatever drugs you’d had had covered it up, but you were starving. You barely even tasted the soup, you just needed to eat. God, how long had it been since you’d had food? You wouldn’t bother asking Andy. You knew he wouldn’t give you an answer.

After he watched you eat for a few minutes, he said, “What do you say, sweetheart?”

God, he used that word like it was your name. It made you want to scream. You swallowed down all your anger and a spoonful of soup before you said, “Thank you, sir.”

He gave you a satisfied smile. “See,” he said, “I knew you had good manners.”

You shoved the spoon into your mouth to prevent any sort of comeback. This fucking asshole. Luckily he let you eat the rest of your meal in peace. But he never took his eyes off you.

Once you were done, Andy put the tray on the dresser and then declared it bedtime. You watched him cautiously, as he went to the dresser and took out a pair of boxers and a cotton tee. He changed right in the middle of the room and you turned your head away. You caught flashes of skin, that if he’d been anyone else, in any other circumstances, would have had you drooling. It was becoming hard to breathe again. What else would he demand from you tonight?

You chanced a glance back up at him to find him changed and staring at you. You swallowed nervously. “Come here,” he said firmly, holding his hand out to you. You slowly, so slowly, made your way to him. As soon as you were in reach, he grabbed your elbow and pulled you the rest of the way in so that you were nestled into his chest. “I know,” he said, stroking one hand down your back, “that we’re both thinking about our first time together, but I’d like to wait.” He ran the fingers of his other hand down the strap of your nightgown, slipping onto your bare skin. “Give you a chance to get fully adjusted. Give us both a chance to get to know each other.” His voice slipped down an octave as his fingers traveled across your chest. Your body bowed to get away from him, but he didn’t seem to notice or care. “Give us a chance to enjoy each other.” His breath hitched as his hand traveled down to your breast, the other hand on your back had stilled, holding you close, stopping you from getting away. He moved his head as close as he could to yours and whispered, “I want it to be special.” Then, before you could try to back away, he was kissing you. It was firm and demanding, giving you no option but to let it happen. He angled his growing erection into your thigh, and with the way he was holding you, you couldn’t lean away from it. His tongue forced its way into your mouth and you couldn’t help the way you whimpered. It felt like it might go on forever, when he finally pulled back, resting his forehead against yours. “I’m so happy you’re mine,” he whispered.

And then he was out of your space, leaving you trying to breathe again, alone in the middle of the room, as he climbed into the bed. You just stood there, unsure of what to do, your lips still tingling. Once he was settled on the side of the bed closest to the door, he called your name. “Come to bed now,” he said, and there was no mistaking it for anything other than an order. You ducked your head and climbed onto the bed, terrified of what might come next, but also desperate for sleep. This day had left you exhausted and confused and scared and so angry. It was all too much.

You tried to lie down as close to the edge as you could, but he pulled you in close so that your back was flush to his front, his arm thrown over your waist. “I'm so proud of you,” he whispered into your hair, “getting through your first day without having to go to the punishment room.”

Your mouth went completely dry. A room you hadn’t been to. Somewhere worse than the quiet room. “What's–” your tongue struggled to form the words. You took a breath and tried again. “What's the punishment room?” You caught yourself at the last minute and added a quiet “Sir.”

His hand caressed your side. “You keep being my good girl and you won't have to find out.”

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ronearoundblindly · 10 days ago

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how would the blorbos react to someone threatening you?

Okay, I tried to look at this from a few different angles because obviously some specifics to each circumstance matter, so considering if the threat is in-person or online, whether it's a verbal or a physical threat, and whether it is vague/implied or explicit comes into play. The blorbos have their strengths and weaknesses in these areas, ya know?

Warning for mentions of--yup--physical or sexual threats (implied only)...because that's a real thing, gang. For this reason, MINORS DNI please.

James Mace

He's observant, so Mace would notice if you were nervous about your phone, work, or out in public. He would *not* be thrilled with how little can be done by authorities for cyberthreats and/or stalking. Mace would likely do what he could to find/shut down/stop the person or hire someone to do that.

If you were threaten 'out', he knows that starting a physical fight when it's just you two leaves you vulnerable while he's fighting, so he won't do that unless absolutely necessary. Mace will bring/draw witnesses around and verbally shame the shit out of the threatening person so that they end up walking away. He is more likely to just lead you home or out of harm's way, but he would take all threats seriously, even if it was not explicit or spoken.

Steve Rogers

Similar to Mace (but would not know what to do with cyberthreats), Steve doesn't needlessly escalate the situation. He's torn between the 'free speech' argument of allowing everyone to express themselves, but his tolerance ends after giving the threatening person one chance to apologize and walk away.

He's aware that people can have bad days and say mean things, but they better be willing to admit they intend no harm and respectfully step the fuck off. Steve will attack if they do not. Mostly though, he wonders 'why can't people be nice to each other' because back in his day, spewing hate and violence meant you were a villain, not an activist. To Steve, freedom to speak ends at someone else's fear.

Curtis Everett

Welp, his instinct is to kill them. Full stop. Curtis...won't...perhaps, but that's the first, second, third, and fourth impulse.

He will fight swiftly, give the person an option to apologize and leave, then fight more if necessary. If the threat shows no signs of letting up, Curtis will not let up until the person is dead, honestly.

Online threats, however, are a bit of a problem because Curtis is more likely to tell you to ignore it, not use that website or app, or just block them than he is to seek out the person. The cyber universe is completely separate to him. It's all...not real to some extent, so the threat would have to be direct and specific to you.

Lloyd Hansen

The person who kills the threat. LOL but also duh.

He just kills them unless a bit of torture or humiliation will amuse him in the moment (or if seeing the person suffer will put you at ease). This could be over very serious or very frivolous threats, too, so there's a danger that anyone you have the slightest complaint about is...gonna die.

Lloyd has absolutely hired someone whose sole purpose is monitoring your safety online and off, so nothing gets past him.

Ari Levinson

He's vaguely interested in the reasons for the threat--not because there's validity, mind--in case it's a play for him or meant to provoke him to act a certain way. Ari is concerned with playing into the hands of bad actors. He doesn't take any threat lightly, but there are different levels. If you are threatened physically, in the moment, while with someone, he is very likely to attack. He assumes anyone and everyone might have a knife or gun and fights accordingly.

Ari doesn't quite...care about the internet, so again, this would need to be a specific, credible threat to your person for him to get involved. He'd have to get someone tech-savvy to help handle it though.

Andy Barber

He's shockingly fast to subvert legal action if he feels an imminent threat to you. Someone gets close to you, makes you uncomfortable, and he will throw down, make no mistake. Obviously, Andy knows the nuances of what can be proven in court, what's actionable, and what can't be addressed due to that person's right, so he makes decisions based on what keeps you safe or returns you to safety as efficiently as possible.

Keeps thorough records (and asks you to as well) of any instances of in-person or online threats (even just vibes). Insists you keep track, just in case.

Johnny Storm

Bless, Johnny bitchslaps them with a flaming palm. Anyone getting close to you without permission will be marked or scarred permanently.

He is one of the most likely to directly confront your assailant/stalker/threat. Johnny hates to see you upset, nervous, or scared, and he might not be the super-observant but jumps at the opportunity to protect you. Bonus that Johnny will recruit Ben Grimm to scare the bejeezus out of someone online who threatens you. All the 4, really. They'd all rally for that.

Bucky Barnes

It depends on the intensity of threat as to whether Bucky handles it quickly in-person, involves authorities, or just stalks/hunts the person later. He's absolutely tech savvy enough (especially when motivated) to shut that shit down.

For example, if a drunk guy gets too aggressive with you, Bucky will put that guy on his ass and move you two away from the situation. If, however, the guy repeatedly sneaks gross comments and threats in before disappearing in a crowd...he's going to be found mysteriously in a one-car accident somewhere outside of town tomorrow...

Jimmy Dobyne

Jimmy's reaction depends on if he's been drinking, the person threatening you is inebriated, who the person is, and your safety overall or in that moment. Jimmy isn't opposed to taking action, but he is wary of escalating things. He will more likely pay close attention to the threat's wording, the body language, and if it repeats before deciding how to act.

Now, that said, should someone physically threaten you (or touch you while verbally threatening you), Jimmy will not allow them to continue or leave before reciprocating. A body check, a twisted wrist, a broken finger...something as a message to fucking stop or he's coming for them.

Jake Jensen

Ok...so since he is the most techie of the blorbos, OBVIOUSLY, Jake could handle even the vaguest of threats, the simplest of bad vibes you get online. He does, however, debate how much you should know/see--or how much he wants you to know/see--because he often has a bit of fun doxxing people. He is a troll, through and through.

In-person? Jake's a bit awkward. Even while he's fighting with someone, he could be offering them verbal 'ways out.' Like "I'm sure you didn't mean that, right? There's no way you wanted to be in a chokehold, yeah? You were just leaving, weren't you?"

Basically, Jake will offer the most good-natured warning before actually (if it was a man threatening you) cutting the guy's balls off and apologizing for what the guy made him do.

Ransom Drysdale

Unless he's drunk or the threat is online, Ran--

Eh, who are we kidding? He will hire someone else to fucking fix it. Whether it's someone like Jake or like Lloyd is entirely dependent on Ransom's mood. He's muscular and fit, but not in any sort of fighting-sense. Plus Ran would be more angry if he face got messed up than about the original threat. Nope. Outsource that shit.

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Andy bends you over his desk.

pairing: andy barber (defending jacob) x assistant fem!reader

summary: 1.9k words. andy reprimands you for wearing an inappropriate skirt at work.

rating: e; smut, barebacking, semi-public sex, some praise kink, boss-employee relationship, spanking

a/n: not the usual here but this idea got the best of me.

You consider your working relationship with Andy to be a friendly one. You talk about the weather, some sports, a restaurant opening in town. It’s light and fun and it’s probably the best job you’ve ever had, being his assistant.

Because of this, you care a lot about him on a deeper level, too, and it probably crosses into unprofessionalism, but it doesn’t hurt anyone since nobody knows you’re harboring a huge crush on him. And it makes sense! He’s so handsome, and so smart without being condescending, something you’re not used to. Your Hinge dates are downright depressing at times because you keep comparing everyone of them to your boss. You think to yourself, why can’t they be more like Andy?

It's only natural to daydream about him taking you out instead of those disappointing guys, and it’s harmless fun. There was the one time he caught you looking at him when you sat by his side in a meeting, your pen poised to take notes, and he winked at you. It made you feel all warm and giggly, your cheeks flushing as you pressed your lips together to smother your mirth.

You start buying new clothes, justifying them as work purchases, knowing you’re picking things you hope Andy will appreciate. The most daring is a short leather skirt with a slit that comes up mid-thigh, and you specifically choose to wear it on a day you know Andy plans to dedicate to being in the office, his paperwork having got away from him. You’ll have plenty of opportunities to grab his attention, and then you’ll open your app at the end of the day to find someone more realistic, more tangible, and then ride the high of confidence into the weekend. It’s a win-win situation.

You rise from your desk as he walks in, greeting him with coffee, and his eyes drop immediately to your legs when he picks up his Styrofoam cup. He blinks twice, his response delayed.

“Good morning.”

He glances at his watch, muttering a curse word before he departs. It’s not what you hoped for, but it’s not nothing, either. You get back to your computer and answer the phone. Andy doesn’t leave for a couple hours and when he reappears, he’s on his cell phone, distracted, barely looking at you.

Maybe he’s not a leg guy? Maybe he just doesn’t think you’re cute?

You try not to feel let down by this, plodding along, until he comes back a bit before noon, your eyes meeting as he passes through.

“Any messages?”

“Yes,” you reply, retrieving your notepad. “I told them you’d call them back. Also, your dentist keeps playing phone tag-”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, shaking his head. “Uh, yeah. Please call Dr. Fisher back and apologize to her. I’m sure she’ll have a lot to say when I finally see her.”

“Plaque not top of your priorities?” you tease, sinking back into your chair, swivelling in it to face your monitor once more.

You catch his eyes following your movements, and you’re suddenly far more aware of your skin. You pick up the phone receiver.

“Just call her back, please,” he says, not matching your tone.

He sounds almost impatient with you, which has never happened before. You nod, going quiet. You do as you’re told, and the receptionist sighs on the other end of the line, rescheduling for you yet again.

“There’s a cancellation fee.”

“Yes, he is aware,” you reply. “And he sends his apologies.”

“Tell him it’s not good enough.”

You won’t do any such thing; he’d fire you for sticking your nose in his business like that. Frankly, it’s not up to anyone to pass judgement on Andy, knowing what he’d been through in the past few years. If his working life took over everything for him to cope with all the rest, that makes a lot of sense to you.

“Uh-huh.”

When you hang up, you sigh, glancing at the calendar. He doesn’t have many spaces for anything other than meetings. You hope he has some time for himself, even if it’s just a couple hours a day. You remind yourself it’s outside of your control, and more importantly, not relevant to you.

The phone rings and you glance at the digital display, seeing it’s Andy. You pick up.

“Yes?”

“I need to speak to you before you go to lunch.”

“Sure,” you reply, and you hang up, stomach suddenly full of knots.

With how he snapped at you earlier, you mind goes straight to the worst possible outcome – dismissal. It seems a little extreme, but he’s never been so… mean to you. But maybe you’re being paranoid, or maybe… maybe you’re being sensitive, and he didn’t snap at all. Still, he wasn’t warm as he usually was when he saw you. You thought he liked having you as his assistant.

You walk over to his door, wiping your sweaty hands on your skirt before opening it and slipping inside. Your head turned to shut it, you hear him say:

“Please lock that.”

You oblige, and then glance over to his desk, seeing him resting on the edge of it, arms crossed. His jaw tenses, his eyes falling to your skirt.

“What did you need, sir?” you ask, placing your hands behind your back.

“We’ve got an issue,” he says.

You swallow. “Oh? What’s happened?”

Sometimes a client is pricklier than others. Or something high profile comes through the firm and you have to be aware of press sniffing around. You don’t expect what comes out of Andy’s mouth next.

“It’s your skirt.”

“Oh, God,” you say, and you flush. “Yeah… it’s a little much. I’m sorry—”

He puts up a hand, but you keep going.

“I can go home and change, now, on my break. I’m sorry.”

He shakes his head. “No, that won’t do.”

Your heart sinks. He’s going to fire you over your outfit? That has to be discrimination. You gape.

“Andy…”

He pushes off his desk and you freeze. Andy strides right up to you and takes hold of your chin between his thumb and forefinger, eyes boring into yours.

“You think you can wear something like that and there not be any consequences? I can practically see up your skirt.”

You can’t speak. Your heart hammers, her whole face and neck burning with shame.

He moves forward, hips on yours and you stumble backwards, his other hand grabbing your hip to steady you. Underneath the fear and humiliation, you know he’s getting you wet by touching you like this, as if he’s entitled to do so.

His thigh fits between your knees and he searches your face, eyes narrowing.

“Well? What have you got to say for yourself? You got my attention. Is that what you wanted?”

“I…” You gape some more, useless. “I-I did want that. I wanted you to look at me. But it’s not appropriate, I’m sorry…”

“No, it’s really not.”

He kisses you, hard, open-mouthed and hungry. You gasp, his tongue pressing into your mouth to tangle with yours. Your hands grip his shirt sleeves and you close your eyes, kissing him back, riding the wave. He still holds your face, but by your jaw, his lips moving down to kiss your neck, his short beard grazing your skin.

“Andy…”

You moan his name and he chuckles, pressing his hard-on against your thigh. He’s huge. You’d bet your life on that. His hands rove your body, squeezing your tits, your hips, your ass… you whimper as he sucks at your skin, grinding against you.

“Come here.”

You obey, tugged along to the desk. He pushes you in front of him, bending you at the waist.

“Jesus Christ,” he whispers, and you look over your shoulder at him, watching as he stares at your ass in the leather skirt.

He pushes it up, hand coming down with a sharp slap to your right ass cheek. Of course, you couldn’t just wear any underwear with this skirt – your thong is all that covers you there, and he grabs it, tugging it tight.

“Fuck…”

“Andy,” you say, and he looks at you, chest giving a heave.

“Can’t wander around in that tiny black skirt and then act surprised when I want to fuck you-”

You bite your lip, canting your hips at his words, your ass lifting. He spanks you again, and you hope no-one hears that, the two slaps, or your bitten off moans.

He glances down. “Spread your legs. Fuck… you’re so wet.”

He undoes his belt, then his fly, taking out his cock. He tugs on himself as you anticipate the stretch of him. You nod, and he chuckles, shaking his head.

“You’re so cute when you’re needy.”

He takes hold of you by the neck, angling you for a filthy kiss, his other hand petting your behind, before slipping down between your cheeks to glide through your wetness. You moan into his mouth, his fingers spreading your arousal around, teasing your clit for a steady minute, and you’re whimpering for him.

“Did you wear this just for me?” he whispers, and you nod. He rocks his cock up against you. “Does that mean this is all mine now?”

He means your cunt. He plays with your clit, dips his fingers into you, riling you up. These are the consequences he was talking about.

“Yeah,” you breathe. “It’s all yours.”

He fills you and you both gasp. He holds your shoulder, letting you fall forward onto his desk, rocking back and forth in shallow thrusts. The stretch makes you tremble, slick with want. Your nails scratch at the heavy wood when he picks up speed, hips hitting your ass, your thong stretched to the side.

You don’t know how much you can take, your feet lifting out of your shoes so you stand on tiptoes as he drives into you. All you can feel is how he stretches you to perfection, your mouth drooling from pleasure.

“Oh, fuck…”

Your thong snaps as his hands take hold of your hips, and he utterly wrecks you, skin slapping together as the world slips away. How are you meant to walk after this? Hang on – how are you meant to look Andy in the eye after this?

“Andy, Andy, Andy…”

You’re so close, you just need that little something, and you tense up, trying to muffle your moans in your arms… then you feel him find your clit again and rub, and you think you might burst into tears.

Your orgasm slams into you and your vision whitens, clenching around him as he fucks you through it.

“Good girl, that’s what I wanted,” he pants. “That’s what I wanted to feel.”

You feel something wet down your thighs and you realize you’ve squirted a little at the same time Andy does, and he huffs, close to the edge.

“Jesus, where have you been hiding?”

“Nowhere, I was at my desk,” you slur, and he laughs, breathless.

“You’re like a dream,” he praises, and then goes still, emptying into you. “So… fucking… cute.”

He sighs, hands coming up to pull you back, your next kisses more tender but still messy, the room reeking of sex now. You think of the carpets, the possible stains.

He keeps kissing you, stroking your cheek with his sweaty hand.

“After we clean up, do you wanna get some lunch together?” he whispers, and you nod, smiling lazily.

“I think we’re way past that, sir.”

His eyes sparkle with an unexpected fondness, before he kisses you again.

Thank you for reading! Let me know if you liked it. ❤️

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