But Bestfriendsdad!andy Barber???? Sorry I'm Just A Hoe For Him

but bestfriendsdad!andy barber???? 😭😭 sorry i'm just a hoe for him

𝟐.𝟔𝐤 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓!

[bestfriendsdad!andy barber x fem!reader]

warnings; SMUT! MINORS DNI, +18, reader and jacob are in college, use of sex toys, semi public sex, reference to oral sex, squirting, if uncomfortable please don’t read. press keep reading for smut :)

chest heaving, your hand clenching the fork, andy knew exactly what was happening.

it’d been more than 30 minutes since andy shoved the huge, thick plastic cock through your slit and demanded you to keep it in while the three of you had dinner.

“how’s the pasta, [y/n]?” andy tilted his head as his shoe blinding slithered through your thighs and pushed at the silicon toy, making you whimper and slam your hand over your mouth.

“uh, it’s good! really good!” you exclaimed, chuckling nervously as jacob typed away on his phone, making you sigh in relief, but andy frowned at you from across the table.

“well, i’m glad the two of you could drive down to boston for the weekend, i know how stressful college can be.” jacob nodded without paying attention as his phone begin to ring, most likely a call from his girlfriend.

“gotta answer this, might take awhile.” he excused himself and ran up the stairs, leaving andy to dust himself off and circle around the table, pulling your chair harshly to face him as you choke out a moan.

“be quiet for me, angel, don’t you fuckin’ dare disobey,” you cried into his shoulder the second he doubled over and began to thrust the plastic dick into your sopping cunt, his cock twitching at the lewd, squelching noises.

“let me cum, mr. barber, please,” your nails sank in his clothed, flexing bicep, your [e/c] flickered between the penetration of your sex, and the determine expression on his gorgeous, dampened face.

“do i have to fuck your throat to keep your mouth shut?” his free hand firmly held the back of your neck and you instinctively flattened your tongue against your chin, opening wide for his spit to dribble and you gladly accepted it, as if it’d been some sort of nectar of the gods.

“cum. now.” you gasped as his thumb strayed to skillfully zero on your clit, making you lightly squirt around the sizable toy and he swallowed your moans with his pretty, plump lips, adrenaline running through your veins as you trembled against his body.

“i love you.” he whispered, making you hum in mesmerization, responding with the same, heartfelt words.

Crucible - Ch 10

Pairing: Link x Reader

Prompt: For the Bittersweet Mini Bang!

Series Warnings (18+ only): Eventual smut, slow burn, violence, mild body horror, lots of whump, angst with a happy ending

Chapter Summary: Link prays he’s not too late, and that his fear of not being able to protect her doesn’t come to fruition.

AO3

Link woke up a start. He jerked upright, panting as his heart hammered in his chest, his mind reeling in confusion.

Did he have another nightmare? He couldn’t remember, but his heart was beating too fast, and he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. What had woken him in such a state if not another nightmare—

The mournful cry came again, and Link’s eyes went wide.

Vah Ruta.

Link rushed out of bed and yanked on his boots so fast he nearly lost his balance, stumbling to the bedroom door while tugging up one shoe. He burst through his door and the one across the hall.

“Blue!—“

Her bed was empty.

No. His heart seized in sudden fear. No, no, no.

Something was terribly wrong. Vah Ruta was awake and trumpeting in distress. He had a horrible feeling he would find Blue when he got to the beast.

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Hayden Christensen behind the scenes of Revenge of the Sith (2005), dir. George Lucas

I understand.

Pairing: MultiMale!Insert x gender neutral ! reader

Word Count: 418

Warning: riding, choking, dirty talk, penetrative sex, degrading, dom!male  x gn!reader.

18+ NSFW CONTENT UNDER THE CUT

“Look at me.”

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Spoil Her Rotten (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Ivar x Reader, Hvitserk x Reader x Ubbe

Type: multi-chapter

Summary: You're pregnant with Ivar's firstborn and his brothers Ubbe and Hvitserk take care of you during this time. At the same time, you deal with a hard choice you made to keep Ivar happy.

AO3: amyponders || Spotify Playlist

Word count: 3.3k

Overall series warning: pregnancy, smut, love-triangles, polyamory, platonic sex, cheating + cuckolding, friends to lovers, light angst, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, unhealthy relationships, sexual dysfunction, canon typical violence, blood, jealousy, possessiveness, my usual telenovela plot twists, heavy sibling rivalry, unbeta'ed

A/N: this chapter is full of pain & feels bc Reader is giving birth. also, I've never given birth so apologies to the mothers for any wonky things in the scene 🤣

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Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5

You were serving a hot plate of food to Ubbe and laughing at some joke he had made when you felt it, the first wave of pain of the day. It had been more than twelve hours since the last one and you were wondering — full of hope — if maybe those nasty pangs were going to give you a break today. You knew that with the due date approaching it was less than likely, but still... you hoped.

Lately, it seemed all you did was recoil in pain and sit down around the house every time your contractions started. Usually, you waited until they subsided, but you did not like to sit around being idle for too long. You hadn’t cut down on your daily activities because of your pregnancy. As a matter of fact, you still went to the market every day to look for fresh produce to cook for your brothers-in-law who loved everything you put in front of them for dinner.

You’d become very close with them during the past months because Ivar had often been away from Kattegat for long weeks on end on ‘kingly business’. According to him, he’d left them with you so they could take care of you. Even if at this point you were not sure who was taking care of who. With the mischievous way they behaved sometimes you felt as if being near them was practice for your upcoming motherly duties. In any case, you had not let your belly dictate anything you did.

In spite of Ivar’s vocal complaints and his insistence upon you resting as much as you could. It is my baby. My first baby. I won’t let anything happen to you two. He repeated constantly, and more than once you found yourself forcing a smile in his presence — sometimes more convincingly than others — whenever you remembered that fateful night Hvitserk had spent in your bed, which had led to the existence of this baby that Ivar now unknowingly called his own.

Although having children had never been a priority for you, you were more than happy to help him fulfill his dream of being a husband and a father, through whatever means. And you were glad that he was not there now because the scream you let out would have startled him beyond measure. You knew how much your discomfort hurt him and you wanted to spare him the sight. Today was not shaping out to be one of those ‘push through it’ days if the way your stomach contracted was any indication.

The plate you were holding fell down with a loud clatter and the food immediately splattered everywhere, from the floor to the wooden chairs, to your pretty blue dress and Ubbe’s leather boots. You bent forward to grab the edge of the table and let out a puff of air. To say it took you by surprise would be an understatement.

Immediately, your brother-in-law was all over you. He cupped your face sweetly. “Are you okay, darling? Is it time?” He had been through this before with Torvi, so you could say he was kind of an expert at this point. He even delivered his last son alone with his wife.

You pressed your own lips hard to keep from yelling. “I… don’t think so. No. No. It’s not time yet. It’s just a regular contraction.” You tried to reassure both of you.

“It smells so good in here!” You heard Hvitserk say as he entered the kitchen with a slight bounce of his toes. “What did you prepare for us today?”

Another wave of pain hit you and you scratched the wooden table with your nails inadvertently, this time not able to hold back the scream.

Hvitserk’s smile vanished as he took in the scene.

Ubbe was standing next to you, one hand on your back now to support you, while his other touched your belly protectively so it would not hit the table as you bent forward violently.

Liquid started pouring between your legs and pooling at your feet.

This was it.

He shot a look over at his brother. “She’s going into labor!”

“What should I do?” Hvitserk sounded slightly panicked. “Do I call Ivar?”

“No! Do not call Ivar!” You shouted as you rode another wave of pain, your voice incredibly strained. “He will lose it!”

“Help me get her to their room.” Ubbe ordered Hvitserk, who passed an arm around your shoulders.

They intended to help you bounce over to your chambers but Ubbe suddenly withdrew. “No, you take her. I am going to go ahead and prepare the room.”

You reached the room with the help of Hvitserk who lifted you off the ground midway and carried you easily, rather than waiting for you to tortuously walk on your own. When you arrived, Ubbe had set down some clean towels, and a basin with water, as well as some medicinal herbs and oils you were keeping close now that you knew you were near the end of your pregnancy.

“Brother.” He began in a grave tone. “There’s been no news of the midwife we sent for a few days ago... so it has to be us.”

“Are you insane?!”

“We have to do it. We have to help her deliver this baby.”

“No way!”

Ubbe shot him a fuming look. “Hvitserk!”

“I don’t know what to do!” He tried to justify himself.

“Well, I do. Just follow my lead!” Ubbe tried to convince him.

“No! No, no, no.” He laughed nervously. “There is no way I am doing this.” He stood with a downcasted look and his hands placed firmly on his hips.

“By all the gods, Hvitserk! We don’t have time to argue!”

“I cannot deliver a baby!” His voice went up a few octaves and he started walking around in circles like a startled chicken.

“Do not tell me that the ever-fearsome-in-battle Hvitserk is afraid of a little blood.” Ubbe sounded pissed.

“No! No, it is not that.” He shot back and made an ‘I am so offended’ gesture that would've been funny if you were not in so much pain.

“Then what is it?”

Hvitserk stayed silent. You knew he was probably lying and thinking of an excuse to sneak out. And you could not exactly blame him. If you were a man and had the option of not being in the same room as a hysterical parturient woman, you’d take it too.

“You’ve killed your fair share of men, brother. Help introduce a new life to the world for a change, eh?” Ubbe smiled a bit strained, challenging him with his eyes as he shoved a towel on his hand.

“Nuh-uh.” Hvitserk shook his head and stepped back and Ubbe walked forward, invading his personal space and grabbing him by the shoulders.

The end of his patience was near. He whispered something emphatically at him while Hvitserk just stood there and took the brunt of his words. You could not hear their exchange now, but knowing Ubbe, he was probably insulting him. Everyone always thought that he was the most reasonable out of all the brothers and they were right. But he had his temper too, especially when it came to his siblings. He had practically invented tough love.

While they argued, you sat on your bed and started crawling to the center, trying to find a comfortable position to lie down but you could not find any. No position helped ease the pain. “Shut up, the both of you, please.” You managed to get out. They looked back at you lying sideways in bed while you grabbed your ankles, liquid and red soaking your dress.

“Is that blood?” Hvitserk exclaimed. “Oh, gods! Is she okay, Ubbe?” He asked, almost comically alarmed.

“She will be. If you help us.”

You shrieked again. Your back felt as if it were about to break, your heart was beating a thousand times per minute and your lower abdomen hurt worse than anything you had ever felt before.

“She needs to lie back with some pillows behind her!” Ubbe looked at Hvitserk as if it were obvious. “Well, move her!” He gestured with his arm, clearly exasperated at his brother before leaving the room.

At Ubbe’s command, Hvitserk snapped out of his trance. He grabbed your legs and waist to lift you, this time placing you down further up the bed and facing upward. You supported your weight on your elbows and threw your head back while trying to steady your breathing.

“Hey, hey, shhh. It’s alright.” Hvitserk leaned over you and tried to calm you by cupping your face.

“I am so sorry. But I had to.” Ubbe spoke when entering the room again.

What was he sorry for? You lifted your head and heard the floorboards creaking. You realized then that Ivar was trailing after his older brother. You did not want him there!

“Babe? Babe, I am here.” His voice trembled a little. “Why is there blood? Ubbe?!” He looked at him spooked.

Did they all expect babies to come out of the womb sparkling clean?

“It’s normal, Ivar.” Ubbe replied in a cool tone to a half-convinced Ivar, then he kept moving jars around trying to find some herb or another. He put a small twig near your nose and you inhaled. It was lavender. “Here, hold this for her, Hvi. It will help calm her down.”

You closed your eyes trying to focus on bringing down your breathing, but your womb chose this moment to wring itself out and make you grunt. You were sweating profusely, the crown of braids you wore loosening up and your hair sticking to your neck already. Was it normal to sweat this much? Your room had always been a cool place, but today in the middle of sommar, it felt particularly hot and humid.

You felt so uncomfortable and as time went by, you became hyper-aware of anything that touched your body, like the heavy fabric of your regal-looking teal blue dress that rustled against your skin, irking you and adding one more stimulus you did not need at the moment. You cursed the moment you had let Ivar convince you of wearing it today.

Ubbe climbed onto the bed and sat down behind you, opening his legs for you to lay back. His solid chest was a nice thing to have behind you; he was affectionate and reassuring to you, as always.

“You need to start pushing, my sweet.” Ubbe spoke next to your ear. He whispered more words of encouragement and you nodded.

You mumbled something back, thinking he would hear you.

“What was that?”

“My dress. By all the gods, take it off!” You murmured half deliriously.

“Help her, Hvi.” He said and you started writhing around.

You saw Hvitserk open his eyes wide before looking down at Ivar and shaking his head no. He was clearly afraid of what your husband could do to him and judging by the look on your sweetheart’s face, he was right to do so.

“Don’t fucking touch her!” Ivar yelled.

His jealous expression was amusing to you, even if he meant to be menacing, the alarm behind his eyes made him look so vulnerable. He knew he could not stop them and probably was not entirely sure he should either. His hesitancy was clearly drawn on his face. Right now he looked about as threatening to you as a wolf puppy, which was probably why you married him in the first place. He could try to pretend with anyone else but you knew he was just a child inside.

“Cut the shit, Ivar!” Ubbe replied briskly to his brother.

Ivar swallowed hard and you could see his mind was racing to try and find a counterargument.

“I-” Hvitserk choked on his words.

“For fuck’s sake, Hvitserk! Sit down behind her, then. And keep her calm! It is better if I oversee this anyway...” Ubbe barked at his other brother; he was trying to juggle the three of you at the same time and it was not exactly easy.

Hvitserk took off his shoes and sat behind you the way Ubbe had done before. However, he grabbed your arms and pinned them to the bed — gently, but firmly — to make you stop writhing.

Ubbe started unlacing the front of your heavy dress.

Inevitably, Ivar spoke again: “Hey! Hey! Is that really necessary?” He had sat down on a stool at the foot of the bed and was reaching at Ubbe. Ivar grasped at his shoulder, almost falling over but managed to make him turn around.

“What?!”

Ivar was frowning like a baby. A really angry baby. “Is it necessary?” Ivar repeated his question; his voice was more urgent than usual.

“Yes! It is. She is suffocating under that clunky dress.” Ubbe assured him.

He kept working the laces diligently but when he realized how long it was going to take, he started tearing at it with his hands. There went the fortune Ivar spent. The fabric gave way with a loud tearing noise and he threw the dress away. Ubbe then tore into your shift to free your body completely.

At that point, you didn't care if they saw you naked, but you were somewhat grateful — and surprised — when you felt Hvitserk look down to the side to avoid looking beyond your shoulders.

“I’m sorry brother, but how do you expect me to deliver this baby if I cannot even see where he’s going to poke his head out.” He said all matter-of-fact.

“No, no, no. I am not comfortable with this!”

“Yeah, guess what? Neither is she. And this is your fault. You did this, brother.”

Ivar frowned. “Excuse me? What?”

“Her insides are ripping apart because you wanted a kid. It is all because of you.” Ubbe tried to guilt him into giving in.

You felt Hvitserk shift uncomfortably behind you and realized you had not really considered how painful and disagreeable this situation must be for him too.

Ivar scowled and bit his inner lip. “Alright, alright.” He conceded lowering his voice, although his frown returned.

“Maybe relax and trust me, yes? I have done this before.” Ubbe laughed at the defeated expression your husband was making.

If he had something else to add he kept it to himself.

“Okay. It’s time, darling! Push!”

You started bearing down with all your strength and kept going at it for what seemed like hours. Or maybe they had been hours, you were not exactly aware of how much time had passed.

Hvitserk was doing better than you expected, he had not left the room as you had once predicted when it all started. And he was doing his best to comfort you, stroking your arms gently and pressing his lips lovingly to the back of your head.

Ivar was biting his nails furiously and breathing heavily, alternating his gaze between Hvitserk’s caresses and your contorted face of pain. You knew that the second this was over, he would not allow his brother to come within twenty feet of you until his jealousy subsided.

“Come on, love, come on. You are doing so well.” Somebody said and you were not even sure who.

If it was true you were doing well, you could not tell. You had lost count of all the times you had pushed, and inhaled, pushed, and inhaled. All you could sense was pain; a blazing agony that felt as if they were cutting you open with a flaming knife. You shrieked like a banshee when the baby’s head crowned, stretching you with a burning sensation, unlike anything you’d ever felt.

Ubbe encouraged you to keep pushing. “I can see the baby's head. Keep going! It’s almost over.”

All you had done for hours was push and push. You wished you could tell him to stop bossing you. You hated him in that instant. You hated everything and everyone. Why did you ever think it was a good idea to become pregnant? Immediately, you felt guilty. You remembered how you had cheated on your husband and how you probably deserved all the pain you were experiencing and more. Your emotions felt all over the place and you finally started crying.

“I cannot- I cannot do it anymore.”

“Yes, you can! You are so strong. That is what I love the most about you!” Ivar dropped to the floor when he saw the baby and crawled the small distance from the chair to the bed.

He lied on it and reached a hand over to your leg, placing kisses on the sole of your right foot before squeezing it in his hand reassuringly.

You fixed your stare on your husband, watching him as he watched you with entranced eyes.

He was fascinated by it, as much as he was repelled, anxious, and scared. You saw how all the emotions danced across his face.

“It hurts so bad. I can’t take it anymore!” Your words got muffled by your erratic sobs.

Hvitserk placed his hand on top of your stomach and rubbed your belly. “Come on, little dove. You are nearly there.” He whispered. “Have I ever told you that you are my favorite sister-in-law?”

You shook your head no. He was trying to distract you and you appreciated it.

“Well, you are… Now let me see my favorite niece.”

“Niece?” You and Ivar both asked at the same time.

“It’s a girl, you will see.” Hvitserk assured you. “And she will be so beloved. Uncle Hvitserk will spoil her rotten. I will bring her presents from every raid...”

Ubbe looked at you and smirked. “So will I.”

“I will watch over her when she starts walking so she doesn’t trip over everything as her mother does.” Hvitserk chuckled.

You would’ve smacked him over the head if you were not otherwise occupied.

“And I will shower her with kisses and teach her how to fight. I will chase away all the boys who come too close because no matter how big she gets, she will always be a little baby to me.” He laughed but you could hear the urgency — and the melancholic longing — in his voice. “But I cannot do any of that if you do not push her out.”

Ivar looked at his brother with conflicted feelings on his face but said nothing. You tried to stifle your cries.

“Please, do it one more time. Just one. I know you can do it.” The blond muttered against your ear and you nodded feverishly.

You sat forward, distancing yourself from Hvitserk’s arms to bear down with all your strength again.

“You are doing great, love. Keep it up, keep it up!” Ubbe urged you.

A blood-curdling scream came out of your throat and you felt the horrible pressure in your belly finally relent.

“She’s out!” Ubbe exclaimed.

“She?” Ivar asked, his voice breaking from all the emotions.

“Yes. You have a healthy daughter, brother.” You saw through your blurry eyes — wet with tears — how Ubbe grabbed your baby daughter and put her in Ivar’s arms after cutting her cord.

“I’m a father! I’m a father!” Ivar repeated incredulously through his tears.

“I told you.” Hvitserk spoke in a knowing voice near your ear again. When a hot tear fell on your shoulder, you realized then that he was crying as well.

You collapsed back on his chest and he did the same against the bed frame. You observed as Ivar held your daughter in the most delicate way possible as if she was made out of the most precious and fragile jewels and the look on his face told you he was happy beyond measure. All the suffering had been worth it.

While Ivar admired your daughter completely absorbed, you felt Hvitserk place one last kiss on your temple and move his soft lips against your skin, loud enough for you to hear. “Please, my love, name our daughter Inga.”

And you nodded as you sobbed.

Taken

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female!Reader x Ransom Drysdale x Steve Rogers Word Count: 22,871 (oh my god, I’m SO SORRY) Summary: Three of the most violent and notorious inmates at Steelridge Correctional Center escape, and they take you–the sweet, compassionate prison doctor–with them. Warnings: Explicit language. Explicit sexual content. Unprofessional doctor/patient feels. Violence. Death/murder. Reference to murder. Threats of non con and murder. Kidnapping. Gun, knife, and law enforcement baton/nightstick use. Non con. Dub con. Vaginal fingering. Gang bang. Unprotected sex. Rough/painful sex. Oral sex (f & m receiving). Cum eating. Hand job. Exhibitionism. Voyeurism. Degradation. Spitting (just once for lube). Anal sex. DP. Overstimulation. Pussy slapping. Squirting. Beating/whipping with a belt. Sooo much angst. Suicidal thoughts & themes. Physical, emotional/mental, & sexual abuse. Gaslighting. Prison AU. Doctor!Reader. General AU for most of the fictional babes. Mean!Steve Rogers (I mean it, he’s awful). 18+ only!

A/N: Whew, okay omg I am SO EXCITED for this story aka my fic o’ ruin. It’s my super late final entry into my soft!dark challenge, and I’ve been chipping away at it for a while. It took me some time to figure out a scenario/AU that made sense for these characters to come together and cum together 😏but I think I pulled it off. Also, please take all of my medical, prison, criminal, and law stuff with a grain of salt, I’m not an expert lol. Enjoy! ❤️

🚨P.S. Please note this is a DARK FIC that contains lots of dark elements. Like. If you didn’t read all of the warnings above, please go back and do so right now. And do not proceed if you are not okay with any of these elements. Your media consumption is YOUR responsibility. Also please note that I do not in any way condone any of the dark actions or elements found in this story, this is a work of FICTION. Thank you! (Also please let me know if I missed any warnings.) 🚨

Prompts: This ask + There was only one bed + “Come on, just a little taste.” + Overstimulation/Squirting

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