A Little Help

Autumn in the Scottish Highlands

ellisreed

Peaceful autumn

You just moved into a new neighbourhood and hadn’t had time to introduce yourself to all of the neighbours.

Hal watched you closely through the window, he was instantly drawn to you and knew you had to be his…

AHH! You know I adore Hal.

A Sure Thing

Pairing: Hal Carter x Female Reader Summary: Hal welcomes you to the neighborhood. Word Count: Over 770 Warnings: Implied sexual content, insta love (is that a warning?), Hal Carter (he is a warning) A/N: Thanks for the thot, my hoe partner! Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by the talented @vase-of-lilies and divider by the brilliant @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

Looking out the window, Hal found himself staring at your place. Again. You moved into the neighborhood not too long ago and were still getting settled. It was strange, but he felt like you belonged with him the moment he saw you. It was your smile that caught his eye. And he knew you were the kind of woman a man dreamt about being with.

Hal didn’t have many things to call his own. He worked hard to build his home from practically nothing and he would always be proud of what he accomplished on his own. Still, he wished he had someone to share it with. The music that filled his place often made him feel alone, but no one around town knew that. They had their own issues to deal with and he didn’t need to complain about being a bit lonely.

You walked out the front door, his eyes following your every movement as you went to the mailbox. You hadn’t had a chance to introduce yourself and he wondered why he hadn’t done so himself. Glancing up from the mail in your hand, you made eye contact with him. He didn’t close the curtain or hide. He kept his gaze steadfast on you.

You raised your hand in a small wave, smiling that same smile that drew him in. Hal wasn’t a coward. If life taught him anything, it was to go after what he wanted. Pushing himself away from the window sill, it was now or never.

He was surprised to see you walk toward his place as he opened the front door, his throat dry the closer you got to him. You were even more beautiful up close. It took everything in him not to take you right there in the grass. He couldn’t behave like an animal, especially when he hadn’t introduced himself.

“Hi. I think I got a piece of your mail,” you smiled, holding up an envelope. “I’m sorry I haven’t had a chance to introduce myself.”

“I was actually coming over to say hi myself,” he gave you his most charming smile, holding out his hand. “Hal Carter.”

You told him your name as you gave him the envelope, feeling a spark as your fingertips touched. A shiver of anticipation rolled down his spine as he looked straight into your eyes, holding your gaze as he took a step closer. There was something between the two of you. He knew you felt it, too.

“You wanna come in for a drink?”

Hal’s mouth descended on yours once the front door was shut, swallowing down your small yelp as he pushed you against it. He kissed you deeper, your lips parting for him as he pressed his hard body against yours. He wanted you to feel exactly what you did to him. The taste of you on his tongue produced a craving he didn’t know he was missing. He knew once he dove between your legs and tasted your sweet wetness that he’d be addicted.

Your ragged breathing made him smirk as he pulled his head back, taking in your dazed expression. “If that’s what my kisses do to you,” he began, bringing his hand up to brush his thumb over your lips. “I can’t wait to see how blissed out you’ll look on my cock.”

You blinked, your eyes still glazed as you gave him a smirk of your own. “You say that like it’s a sure thing, Hal Carter.”

“What can I say? I know a sure thing when I see it, baby.”

The soft laugh you let out before you sucked his thumb into your mouth made him impossibly harder. He groaned as you moved your tongue around, your expression somehow innocent as he watched you. Your look called for him to both ruin and take care of you.

“What makes you think I’m a sure thing?” you asked as his thumb slid out of your mouth. “Maybe you welcome everyone to the neighborhood this way.”

He chuckled, unable to resist gripping your chin and stealing another kiss. He detected a hint of strawberry on your delicious lips, making him lick his own. “Just a feeling. And no one else has gotten this kind of welcome,” he promised. He wasn’t that kind of man.

You brought your hand to his cheek, relief in your eyes. “You know how to make a girl feel special.”

“Oh, I’m just getting started.”

“So you don’t mind showing me the rest of your place before we have that drink?”

Hal smirked when he picked you up in his arms. “I’ll show you the bedroom first. Best room in the house.”

Hairy Pawter and The Chamber of Fluffs

“I solemnly swear that I am up for a sandwich.” ~ Hairy Pawter

“Just because you have the emotional range of a litter box doesn’t mean we all have.” ~ Purrmione

“From now on, I don’t care if my kibbles spell, ‘Fluff’, they’re still going in my tummy where they belong”. ~ Ron Meowsley

She works hard to pay her bills

She works hard for her money

I’m weeping for this Andy too 🥵

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

Made Good

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 3,657

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I told you not to hide from me.”

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

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

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

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

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How do they kiss you to break your last line of defence?

Andy Barber

Ransom Drysdale

Ari Levinson

Steve Rogers

Ah, I see you woke up this morning and chose violence 😡 Hahaha I looove this ask! I’d happily sell my soul to smooch any one of these babes. Or all of them. At once. 🫠 Okay, now I’m distracting myself lol. Let’s seeee…

Andy is gonna do that thing where he gently—carefully—cups your face between his big hands. He’s gonna duck close so his eyes can lock on yours and you can’t escape his intense, penetrating gaze. So you can see his desire for you shining from those baby blues of his. He’s gonna move slow, too, not only to draw it out and give you a chance to really resist if this isn’t what you want, but because there’s something about the anticipation. He wants to hear your breath catch. He wants to see the surrender in your eyes just before they close as his lips touch yours. His mouth on yours is somehow soft and frantic at once. You can tell he’s trying to rein himself in but as soon as a soft whimper bubbles up from the back of your throat and you’re clutching at his sides, it’s game over, sis, and he switches to devour mode 😮‍💨🤌🏻

Ransom’s move will be a tiny bit similar to Andy’s in that he’s cradling your face in his hands, but it’s nowhere as soft. He’s propelling you back into the closest wall, eyes twinkling at your quiet “oof.” His hands hold you tight because he’s not gonna give you that chance to escape. You’re his and this is happening, and he’ll make sure you like it, that you beg for more. I’m pretty sure he’s gonna throw in a, “You’re mine,” just before his lips close in on yours, and then he’s gonna kiss you fiercely, kiss you breathless, kiss you until your knees are buckling and you’re finally giving him that whimper as he licks his way into your mouth and makes sure his flavor is staining your tongue for a good, long while 😏

Ari is gonna use his considerable size difference compared to you to his advantage. He wants you to be hyper aware of him but at the same time, he’ll have the softest touch ever. Backing you into a piece of furniture and pinning you there. He’s quiet, which is a rarity for him, and emphasizes the intensity of the moment. He keeps his movements slow as he raises a hand to your throat. He doesn’t grip it though, instead he gently drags his knuckles down the smooth column, lips quirking just a bit when you shudder in response. Before you’ve full recovered from that solitary touch, his thumb is brushing along your lower lip, his hungry gaze fixed on your mouth, and then he’s gonna lift his eyes to yours and maintain eye contact as he slooowly closes in until his lips touch yours. That’s when he finally makes a sound, a relieved groan, the kind of deep, carnal sound that makes your pussy clench, and before you know it, you’re kissing him back just as urgently.

Steve is gonna pounce on you in a moment of feral passion. He’s done talking about why this is a bad idea, especially when the thought of it feels so right. He’s gonna sweep you up against him, one thick arm locking around your back as his other massive hand cradles the back of your head and keeps you in place for a thorough devouring. The kiss starts hard, but when you mewl into his mouth and cling to his shoulders—give into him—he slows it down, his touch growing softer at your surrender as he hums against your lips and deepens the kiss until you’re melting into his embrace and proving what he knew all along - you were meant to be his.

(Thank you for cumming to my horny TED talk 😅)

My size kink never been so fulfilled and the end chefs kiss

It's hard to keep my hoe hidden when reading things like this

Kinktober Day 6: Size Kink w/Ari Levinson

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader Word Count: 4,497 (YES YOU READ THAT RIGHT - I HAVE NO CHILL, OKAY?!) Summary: You’re a sweet little bean, and Ari’s smitten and horny AF. Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. AU probably. Smol bean reader because size kink trope. Smutttt! 18+

A/N: Oh snap! @mcubabydotcom​ is coming for me with this request. Who doesn’t love and pant after our favorite long haired thicc daddy?! 🤤🤤 My body is ready, sir! Also ummm here’s another god forsaken anti-drabble, cause yer girl doesn’t know how to write SHORT STORIES.

Ari sighed, rubbing a hand over his face as he stared down at the stack of papers. All the words were running together at this point.

Frowning, he sat back in his desk chair, yawning wide enough that he felt his jaw crack.

God, he hated paperwork. He hated reading reports. All this administrative bullshit that was still having a job in the agency without actually being in the field.

Cause he was supposed to be taking it easy after the diving resort mission.

With a quiet huff, Ari stood, stretching for a moment as his eyes peered through the windows of his office and out onto the rest of the floor.

At least they gave him his own fucking office.

There weren’t many staff on this floor, so he only saw a few people filling the desks in the wider work space.

Plus side: more coffee for him, which was perfect at the moment, since he needed a pick me up.

Sadly his favorite pick me up, you, his pretty little secretary, was currently MIA.

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