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buckyownsmylife · 2 years

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Ulysses - Andy Barber smut

The one where Andy wants you to overcome your submissiveness so you can humiliate his wife

Warnings: smut, humiliation of a third-party (Laurie), cuckolding/cheating - they really thread the line there, forced sexual acts on the reader and I might be forgetting some so read at your own caution

A/N: This might be one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I hope you enjoy it.

Andy’s P.O.V.

“You’ll never believe what happened.” I knew she wasn’t really paying attention. Not when my hands were already sneaking underneath her tight skirt, fingers incapable of staying still whenever we were both alone in my office.

Sometimes, even when we weren’t. My men were the people I trusted the most in life, and I knew they all wanted her. It was hard not to.

So I had to make sure they knew who she belonged to. It wasn’t that hard to convince her, submissive as she was. She liked to follow my every whim, and she *always spread her legs for me.

After that little show we put out, I never had to worry about any of them even thinking about touching her again. They knew better. And I knew that she was perfect for me.

Which is why I wasn’t scared to tell her what I found out the night before.

“W-What happened?” She managed to ask despite my focused sucking on her sweet spot at the crook of her neck, and the way my fingers meticulously explored her insides.

“I had to fuck Laurie last night.” I felt her entire body freeze, despite her best efforts to pretend not to be affected. But I knew her too well, and my chuckle denounced just that.

“You know I have to give it to her at least once in a while, baby. She *is my wife, after all.” At the reminder - and a swipe of my thumb over her clit that sent her mewling, she finally nodded, muscles relaxing once again as she allowed me to continue my story.

“Anyway, because you’ve got me fucking obsessed with this pussy…” I bent her over my desk, delighting myself at her little giggles as I worked on getting rid of my pants to shove myself inside of her. “I haven’t been able to cum with her without thinking about you. Not since we met.”

The moan she released upon feeling my cock stretching her tight cunt always got to me, making me hiss at the feeling. “That’s right. So it was really only a matter of time until it happened…”

I knew she’d tense up again, confusion taking over her mind, that would jump to the worst conclusions, so I worked on pulling her against my chest by her hair, nuzzling the shell of her ear from behind.

“I screamed your name as I came inside of her, sweetheart. And you know how jealous she’s always been of you…” I reminded her, rubbing her clit with my free hand. “There was no way she’d forget your name… I thought she would slap me, I thought that scam of a marriage would be finally over. But you know what happened?”

She shook her head as best as she could, considering the grip I had of her hair, and so I continued, “She clenched so fucking hard, angel. For once, that old, used cunt of hers felt tight again. Of course, nowhere near as tight as this one I’m fucking now… But at least fuckable.”

I shoved her against the wood once more, loving how she moaned in pleasure at the pain, unlike my wife, who had to be treated like a fucking porcelain doll.

“I couldn’t believe it,” I kept going. “There it was, the one thing that could make Laurie interesting in my mind…She was clearly into the fact that I’d been thinking about you while I was balls deep inside of her.”

“So I thought… Better take advantage of that fact.” She moaned even more loudly as I sped up my movements, both of my member and thumb that still played with her. “So you know what I did?” I questioned, waiting for her tentative ‘nu-uh’ just to hear how wrecked she was.

“I told her all about us.” I felt as the shock got to her. Her cunt clenched around me - much like my wife’s had - and she came for the first time that morning, right as I was just starting to warm up. “I told her about how I’ve been fucking the virginal little intern, ever since she first started. I told her about all the times she called me and you had my cock inside your mouth, or even the time she came here and I’d just emptied myself inside of your pussy.”

Her nails were gripping the wood but the sound didn’t feel grating. If anything, it just added to the fire inside my belly, the arousal from the situation getting to me more and more after each second.

“All that suspicion, all that jealousy… And for what? She couldn’t stop her worst nightmare from happening anyway,” I mocked. “I already had a taste of your pussy and she had to hear it from my own lips as I fucked her, learn how I’d never let you go. How I’d never stop fucking you for her.”

Bottoming out inside of her, I held myself there as I came, huffing in delight at the feeling of filling her up. We were both panting as I tried to catch my breath before I turned her around and sat her on the desk where I worked every day, loving how it always smelled like her after I’d fucked her on it.

“So now, I want her to watch it, baby.” That was my master plan. That was what I was hoping to achieve by fucking my lover dumb as I told her about the incident, my cock unable to soften at the possibility of my biggest dream coming true.

“I want to hurt her. I want her to see how you’re the only one for me.” I only had to nuzzle her neck for a few seconds before I felt her hand curling around my nape.

“Let’s do it.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

“Take off your clothes, sweetheart.” I bit down on my lip as I watched her do as he said, slowly undressing herself with her eyes focused on my husband as every inch of perfect skin became exposed to him.

Oh, to be that young again.

How could I ever really compete? Her breasts were perkier, her skin, smoother. She was very clearly eager to please him, and I had no doubt she’d do whatever it took to get the biggest mobster in the country pussy-whipped for her.

I bet she even let him put it in her ass.

I was forced to watch her from a chair by the foot of the bed, not even allowed the decency to hide in the shadows by the corner of the room. Oh, no. They wanted me close. They wanted me *right there, seeing and hearing and *smelling everything, as my husband fucked his intern right on our marital bed.

He shoved her on the mattress as soon as she was naked, and I understood in the few seconds it took for him to climb on it behind her and slam his cock inside her cunt that I’d never be able to do what she did for him.

I’d never be able to take him like that: fast, rough, and animalistic. It was hypnotizing almost, the way his hips met her ass, how he pulled her back by her hair and didn’t stop even after she was crying.

I could see she didn’t want him to, anyway.

“Keep your fucking eyes open,” he growled in the millisecond my lids dropped and that was when I realized what I was doing. I was humping my own hand, having decided to sit on them earlier because I didn’t know what else to do, and when he noticed it too, he laughed.

“Look at her,” he ordered her now, forcing her head towards my chair so she’d see my humiliation first hand. “See how pathetic she is? Getting off to another woman being fucked by her man?”

She nodded, although I could see some hesitancy in her features. I had no doubt that hesitancy would leave her in seconds, since the hazy cloud of arousal was taking over her eyes quickly - the same one that had been gradually filling my mind in order to prevent me from going insane.

“Tell her,” he incited. “Tell her how pathetic she is. She deserves to know. She deserves to hear it from the woman who has kept her husband happy when she failed to do so.”

A sob tore from my chest unexpectedly, right as her mouth fell open and her own eyes closed. It seemed as if my husband had reached that spot inside of her - the one he had never bothered to look for in me, and just as I thought I might get out of this alive, she opened her eyes, and I knew.

There was no hesitancy anymore.

“You’re pathetic,” she taunted. “You can’t keep him satisfied, so that’s my job from now on,” I was warned. “You can’t have his cock anymore. It’s mine.”

In the following weeks, I would quickly learn that was truly what my new reality would come to be.

“Oh, fuck,” Andy whispered once I had my lips wrapped around his member, and my head snapped up to meet his eyes, thinking I was finally doing something right, but he was staring at his phone. “Look what she just sent me.”

He forced the phone in front of me while I still had a mouth full of cock, and when I tried to pull away, he kept his hand on the back of my head.

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked. “You stay right there and be a good cocksleeve. She’s visiting her parents this week so she allowed me to use you as I saw fit. It’s not the same as her holes, but you’ll have to do.”

I had to suck him off while he watched the video she sent, and once he came in my mouth, I thought I’d be free, but no. He didn’t even let me pull away to swallow.

“Here, watch this.” It was a video of one of their encounters, the camera showing the place where Andy and her were connected as he railed her. “It was so great to fuck her in the bathroom in the middle of our anniversary dinner… She looked so fucking sexy in this dress, don’t you think so?”

It was hard to fight off the tears with his cum seeping from my lips while I still tried to keep them pressed tightly around his member, so I stopped struggling against it and just gave into it.

“There you go…” He preened as he recognized the submission in my eyes. “You know she fucks me better than you ever could, honey. There’s no way you will ever measure up to her.”

Andy’s P.O.V.

“What do you want?” Perhaps most men would find that being interrupted mid-fuck by your phone was a turn-off, especially if it was your wife who was calling you. I was one of the fortunate few who didn’t feel like it. “I’m kinda busy.”

Having realized who it was that I was speaking to, Y/N’s moans just got louder, making me smirk as I heard Laurie’s sharp inhale of breath at the other end of the line.

“Oh, I-I’m sorry, I guess… I guess I just wanted to…” More cream flooded from my lover’s cunt, and with a groan, I cut my wife off.

“Oh, God!” It was hard to pay attention to anything else when there was such a delicious pussy to fuck, but when that thing was your annoying, prude wife, it was even harder to find two fucks to give about whatever it was that she had to say. “Shut the fuck up for a second, hm?” I ordered. “Listen to this.”

Lowering the phone to the place where Y/N and I were joined, I smirked as I knew the sounds of her sopping wet pussy would be easily captured by my wife at the other side of the line.

“Go to sleep,” I commanded once I was tired of taunting her. “I’ll spend the night at her apartment.” I already knew that was what Laurie was calling to know, anyway. “I hope you dream about what I’ll be doing to her.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

I had hoped being his date to this work event would mean at least one night of make-believe. A confirmation that my role in his life still existed, even if it was but a title.

But I seemed to have gotten all of them wrong because the second we arrived, it was clear I wasn’t his date at all. While he paraded her around the room, introducing his secretary-turned-lover to some of the most powerful men in the city, I was forced to stand in the sidelines, feeling judged by even the trophy wives, since I knew I didn’t have a place with them anymore.

But it got even worse once the lights were dimmed and people started dancing.

It was like I wasn’t even there, and I was sure by now that he had forgotten all about me as he twirled her around the room, pressing kisses down her throat before he captured her lips on his and made out with her in front of everyone.

It should have been embarrassing to see a man his age behave in such a way. Lord knows I would have never let him go past a quick press of lips if I were the one in his arms, but as his fingers slipped underneath her dress, it made sense why she had replaced me so easily.

The burn of humiliation was delicious, as hard as it was for me to accept it. The more people stared, the wetter I got, and so I fought back against the urge to hide, forcing myself to stand tall as I watched my husband and his lover play with each other in the middle of a crowded room.

Andy’s P.O.V.

I groaned in dissatisfaction once I heard the knocks on my office door. “What?” I asked, not even bothering to lift my head to look at my wife as she slipped into the room to find me lapping up Y/N’s wetness. “Can’t you see I’m busy?”

She fidgeted, changing her weight from one foot to the other while I kept on sucking my beloved’s little clit, relishing in the adorable moans she released, uncaring about Laurie’s presence in the room.

Oh, how far we’d come. Long gone were the days where my angel would complain about being this exposed, cry because of the guilt I was provoking in her. Now, she relished in the pleasure I gave her, even when my wife was around to witness it.

But she was still the sweetest angel I’d ever seen. The only one to tug at the hardened heartstrings I’d believed inexistent before she came around.

If Laurie was within listening distance, however… Y/N became uncaring and egoistical, completely focused on her pleasure and on me.

I was the happiest I’d ever been.

“… It’s important,” Laurie insisted, to which I groaned, at last lifting my head from my lover’s pussy and glancing up at my wife with a inquisitive look.

“Well, then… speak!” I nodded, letting her know she had at least a bit of my attention, but the light caught on the juices spread over Y/N’s lower half and I growled.

“I’m not gonna stop eating her cunt,” I warned, already leaning down to lick a stripe up her pussy lips again. “I’m fucking starving.”

It was much more rewarding to listen to my beloved’s moans as they floated freely in the room, but I tried to hear what Laurie had to say, I really did.

Was it really my fault she gave up and left the room without saying anything else?

Laurie’s P.O.V.

He never liked to eat my pussy.

I knew he thought I was shrewed and prudish, but no one had ever taught me about sex before I got married. And then, once it was time for our wedding night, he just assumed I would know what to do.

But I didn’t. It was obviously Andy did, though. And so I expected to feel something, *anything that would finally justify how lust-crazy my friends would act in the stories they’d tell me between wine glasses.

I wanted to have one of those. But the nerves got in my way that evening, and the tension wouldn’t leave my muscles. It hurt more than anything else, and I definitely didn’t get to cum.

But then again… he didn’t eat my pussy that evening, and none of the other times when he’d come home and actually bother to fulfill his marital duties.

But I understood. I probably didn’t taste as great as hers.

God, she looked incredible. I couldn’t remember the last time he touched me or even kissed me. He didn’t want to have sex with me anymore and it *hurt. He was always with her or talking about her or thinking of her and the deprivation was slowly making me desperate.

“Aren’t you coming to bed?” I asked the first night he bothered to come home for the evening, even though he’d locked himself in his office the second he closed the entrance door behind him.

He didn’t even lift his head as I made my way into the office, obviously wanting to be noticed in my completely nude appearance, but at the same time sneaking in as if I was scared he’d suddenly yell at me, like a father does to a naughty kid who can’t take no for an answer.

“I’m working,” was all he said, never taking his eyes off of his computer, and the complete lack of enthusiasm shocked me, my hands falling at the sides of my body. All I had wanted was a little bit of his attention, but it didn’t seem like I was worthy of even that.

“I want you,” I forced myself to voice, perhaps believing somehow that he just hadn’t noticed my intentions. “C’mon, Andy…” Trying to be seductive, I approached him cautiously, hands rubbing up his arms as I pressed my breasts on his back. “I’ll let you do anything to me.”

I shouldn’t have even tried. My whispered words were thrown back at me as he mocked me, “I don’t want to do anything to you. Go to bed, Laurie.”

Tears in my eyes, I gathered what was left of my dignity and did as he said, slipping into the bed where he hadn’t laid in months, where I finally allowed myself to cry.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“Oh, sorry…” Somewhere deep inside my mind, a part of me felt bad for Laurie. This was her house, after all - or at least, the one where she lived with her husband. And here was her husband, balls deep inside of me, fucking my pussy like he’d been doing for the last four hours while she shopped, right on the bed they used to share together.

Then again… it’d been four hours. I was too fucked out to care.

“Oh, good, you’re here.” Before either of us had the time to process Andy’s words, he’d pulled me by my hair so I’d look straight into his wife’s eyes where he stood, frozen on the threshold of their bedroom. “I want you to look into her eyes, Laurie. Look into her eyes as I cum inside of her. I want you to witness the moment I put my child inside of her.”

My knees buckled as I moaned at the harshness of it all, but Andy kept me up. My nails tore up the sheets of the bed, and still, he didn’t ease up. “I took her to the doctor earlier today,” he informed his wife - voice so casual, if it weren’t for the pants that interrupted his speech, no one would ever consider he’d been fucking me for the better part of the morning. “Took that lousy chip I paid to have it implanted in the first place.”

I saw the heartbreak in her eyes, the second she processed the information. I knew all about how Andy had told her time and time again he’d never have kids. It was something she had to give up in order to marry him - but what he didn’t mention was that he simply didn’t want them with *her.

I moaned when she started to scream, and he pounded me even harder the louder she got. The second her knees gave out and she fell to the floor, he came inside of me, cementing the new future he’d painted for the three of us.

Hissing as he pulled out of me, he barely paid any attention to the broken woman on the floor - the woman who was supposed to be his wife. Instead, he turned me around and spread my legs, a look of pride in his face as he saw the mess he left.

“If you’re so scared of her getting pregnant,” he spoke to her, “maybe you should eat my cum out of her.” I froze, uncertain as to my own feelings about his proposition, but in the end, I knew I’d just go with whatever Andy had in mind for us.

It was no accident that I fell in love with him. Part of me liked his cruelty, and I particularly loved that it was never used against me. So when he shoved Laurie’s head against my pussy, I just laid back and enjoyed the show.

“That’s right,” he teased, ever the torturer. “If you don’t want my mistress to get pregnant, you better eat my cum out of her.”

Laurie’s P.O.V.

It didn’t work.

She got pregnant, and if I thought my life was terrible, it became a living nightmare. Just like that, it was like I didn’t even exist. She moved in and then she was everywhere all the time. I had to watch as life grew inside of her, and she took over my life.

It was like she never wore underwear, either - something that seemed to please my husband endlessly. After being kicked out of my bedroom, I’d be constantly woken up by the sounds of their frantic fucking, reminding me of what was my place in the house now.

But that was alright. This is where I belonged now. Hearing him make her cum over and over again, and getting some pathetic and dirty release from it after they’d gone to bed. That’s all a little cuckolder wife was good for.

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years

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If you’re still taking smutty prompts, then how about #4 “Use your words” and #24 “You can do better than that”? 👀🤭

Laura you didn't give me a boy!! Oh well, I'll just pick one and spin the wheel 😏 Oops I did it again. Another long drabble. I don't think anyone complaining though.

Enjoy!

"Holy fuck!" You exclaimed in a heated whisper, spreading your legs a little more and shifting your weight. Your breath comes in quick pants as a flush of heat through your skin and scorches your soul.

Andy's fingers work magic against your sensitive bud as coos and praises fall from his lips against your ear. Legs spread as wide as they can be in the passenger seat, your hips thrust out with the seat laid back just a little to make it comfortable.

He's whipping you into a frenzy faster than you’d care to admit. But Andy had been working you up since this morning, you were wound up so tight that it felt like you were dying.

"Please Andy," you whine, hand clenched around his wrist as he plays with you.

"Please?" His lips trail over the shell of your ear, breath hot against your neck before pressing the softest of kisses against your temple. "You can do better than that, Kitten."

On cue, a mewling gasp breaks free as he slides two fingers into you. Stretching and making you needier than ever as your hips buck against his palm. Shaking the car with your movement, the springs squeak in the silent garage and Andy clicks his tongue.

"Look at that pussy," he muses, fingers sliding in and out at an almost torturous pace. "Gripping my fingers so tight."

"Mmmh, Andy," you pant turning your head towards him. Licking your suddenly dry lips wanting to beg for his kiss, "Please."

He's merciless.

Andys fingers curl, pressing against the spot inside that makes you both brainless and boneless. The sound of your sopping wet core becoming more drenched as he scissors and stretches you to his pleasure.

Grunting with a moan of approval as you soak his hand and he husks against your ear, “All this for me?” His fingers rub your little clit in tight circles before thrusting back into you with ease. "Fuck just look at that. Gripping these fat fingers, Kitten. You just never want to let go."

Your hand fists in his suit jacket, desperate to hold onto something. Leaning forward you try to catch his lips, but he dodges you with an almost sadistic smirk. "Use your words," he cooed above you, slipping his thumb against your clit. "Come on Kitten, let me hear you."

"Please," you managed to shudder out, hands tugging him closer in the car. "Please, Andy. I- I can't take it."

"Yes you fucking can," he snarls out with a cruel twist of his finger that has you keening. "You can fucking take it, cause you're my girl. Isn't that right?"

Nodding your eyes look desperately over at him, breath shuddering from your lungs as Andy's fingers spread you, working you over and bringing that tide closer and closer.

“Say it,” he rasps, hand fisting into your hair and wrenching your head back roughly. "Say. It."

"I-I'm yours," you stutter out, grinding against his palm. Hips desperate to fall over the edge. "All yours Andy. Please. Please more."

"Greedy girl," he reprimanded, teeth dragging against the curve of your jaw before dipping against your ear once again. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, Kitten?"

Nodding your head your hips roll hard, the heel of his hand bumping and grinding against your clit. Pleasure building and building with every stroke, every thrust. "A-Andy..."

"That's it, Kitten," he cooed, voice as warm as honey. "Let go."Everything in you locked up at that very moment, your body shaking as Andy finally claimed your mouth. Tongue sloppily caressing against your open mouth cries before you fiercely kiss him back. Hand tangling in the hair at the back of his head at the shuddering breath that leaves you.

Pulling back Andy's soft voice praises you in quiet whispers, his breath fanning against your skin, “Good girl.”

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hertzwritings · 2 years

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The barber boys and the bakery chapter 1

A/N: Yes, I do have three WIPS currently going and a shit-ton of other stuff, BUT the always amazing @buckyshattergirl and I have talked in LENGTH about a thing and now I have to write the thing. I need fluffy Dad!Andy Barber and cute kid Jacob. It’s probably going to be a series, maybe, and it’ll mostly be snapshots and cute little one-shots of the life of the Barber boys. I can’t say when or how frequently it’ll be updated, but it will be updated!

Anyway, I hope you’ll like it because I sure as hell do!

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The meeting

NEXT CHAPTER

The bakery was quiet for the first time since you opened today; the hustle and bustle of high school kids had dwindled down to zero, and you finally had time to make yourself the cup of coffee, you had craved since 4 in the morning. You did worry, though, because your favorite kid – the lanky, shy Jacob – had been nowhere to be seen, which was strange for him. He came in every day, a shy smile on his lips and asked (as the only one) for your walnut muffins, small talking about nothing really, while you bagged it up for him. It was steady and routine at this point:

You opened, began baking, and precisely thirty minutes before the bell rang, Jacob would show up, buy a walnut muffin, eat it inside while talking about schoolwork or his dad – or how much he hated his mom – and then wave goodbye. You liked it. He was a smart and funny kid, and your general penchant for being a MomTM, made it easy to talk to him and dote on him.

He seemed like he needed it.

Which is why you were worriedly looking out of the window towards the school with furrowed brows, when the bell rang, and Jacob still hadn’t shown up. Not that he wasn’t allowed to not show up, but it gave you a sense of unease. He had been through enough, already. You began baking another round of croissants, flour going everywhere, and you grumbled to yourself that this was not the day for wearing black boots, because they were slowly turning grey. Occupational hazard.

You were so concentrated, that you missed the bell chiming and the sound of shuffling feet, until a soft voice called out. “Hey, Y/N.” Your head whipped up to see Jacob stand in front of you. Your smile fell when you saw the busted lip and the blood flowing freely. “Sorry, I didn’t come in earlier.” “Don’t think about that, what happened to you?” you rushed to his side and sat him down in one of the chairs, quickly going to the open sign and flipping it. “Asshole at school.” He said with a shrug. “Isn’t the first time, won’t be the last.” You were seething. “Jake, you… Hang on, I’ll get you something to clean off with.” You rushed to the back, found a hand towel and wet it, handing it to him as soon as you came back and sat down in front of him. “Thanks.” “Jake, listen to me. Who was he, why did he do that, and do I need to kill him?” You asked seriously. He shook his head. “It’s the dickhead Spencer. He’s… Well, yeah. He’s that. I guess I sat in his chair. Or he thinks I’m gay. It could all of the things.” You pursed your lips. You might only be 25 years old, and you may have only known Jacob for six months, but you felt protective of him. “Call your dad. When’s the break?” He glanced at the clock. “In… Like two minutes.” He scrolled on his phone, stopping with a finger hovering over the call-button. “Why?” “I’m about to beat this bitch up.” You said firmly, dusting your fingers from flour. “You’re coming with me, point him out.” He called his dad as he stood up. “Uh, dad? So… I might get in trouble. Not like, that kind of trouble again, but like… Normal teen trouble? At school? You should get over here. Like…” He looked at you and swallowed. “I’m a little scared of Y/N. She’s about to rip a kid a new one for punching me. Anyway, bye!” he hung up. “Voicemail.”

You stalked to the school parking lot, hair whipping around your face in the wind, Jacob trailing after you, and he nodded to a red-headed, slightly plump kid, who was laughing with a group of other boys. You were ready to throw some fucking hands.

“YOU!” You marched over to him, while Jacob stood back, watching it unfold. “Who the hell do you think you are?” you began, the kid stumbling back a few paces and the verbal smack-down began.

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Andy hated voicemails like that. He hated that his first thought was not again, and he drove faster than he probably should’ve to reach the school in record time. When he pulled over, he saw Jacob standing, eyes locked on a woman, who was clearly angrily gesturing and speaking loudly to the asshole of a kid, Spencer, who looked like he was about to cry. Andy got out of the car quickly and almost jogged to Jacob’s side, clocking the busted lip. “What the hell happened to you?” He asked, taking Jacob’s face in his hands. “I’m fine dad, seriously.” He glanced at the woman again. “I don’t think I have anything to worry about, because Y/N seems to be doing a great job telling him off.” He pointed to her, and Andy frowned. “Wait, that’s Y/N?” “Yeah.” “I thought she was in your year!” He said, watching her poke Spencer in the chest with a finger. “Nah, she’s like… 25, but super cool. She plays DND and stuff. She’s like my mom friend.” “She’s a mom?” Andy could almost hear Jacob roll his eyes. “No, dad, a mom friend.” “Kid, I have no idea what that means.”

“If you ever even look at him again, I’ll wreck you faster than you can scream mommy.” Andy overheard the last of the conversation – or yelling – from Y/N, before she turned on her heels and walked straight to Jacob, cupping his face in her hands. The gesture made Andy’s stomach go into knots. “Listen to me, you’re getting free muffins for the rest of the year from even tolerating being in the same room as that fucking wombat.” You said, wiping your thumb across Jacob’s cheek. Andy was reeling. He watched Spencer run inside of the school and didn’t see her turn to him. “You’re Mr. Barber, I presume.” He was about to answer when he finally looked at her.

She was beautiful. He knew beauty when he saw it. Her hair was flowing around her face, her eyes were burning into him, and her lips, fucking hell, her lips made him feel dizzy. She radiated confidence. She was wearing a blue sundress, covered largely by a black apron that in turn, was covered in flour, and he had never in his life felt this attracted to a person before. He swallowed thickly when he noticed the tattoos littering her arms, and the one, that poked out from her collarbone to her shoulder, only interrupted by the strap of her dress made his heart thump heavily in his chest. “Barber, yes. I.. Am Andy.” He swallowed thickly and noticed Jacob grin like a Cheshire cat. “Well, Barber, Andy, prepare yourself to go to the principal’s office.” “Why, did you punch the kid?” He asked, honestly a little worried. She looked terrifying, despite her smaller stature and flour in her hair. She shook her head. “No, but I did accidentally say nobody messes with my kid and called the kid an asshole, that was tired of shitting, and that if he ever tried to touch my kid again, I’d rip his arms from his body and stuff them up his ass.” She turned her head to see the very angry face of the vice-principal. “Shit.” “Will you follow me, Mr. Barber, Miss?” She told him through tight lips. Y/N followed as well, clearly ready to face whatever wrath a principal had to dish out. Andy couldn’t stop looking at her, her entire aura was just confidence and care; he cleared his throat several times to get rid of the damned dry spot, that suddenly appeared at the same time as Y/N had cupped Jacob’s cheeks.

They both stepped into the office, and when she stood next to him, Andy realized just how short she was in comparison to him. He easily towered a head above her. “I don’t appreciate siblings telling students off, Mr. Barber.” He cocked an eyebrow at the principal. “Siblings?” he asked, slightly confused. The principal pointed at Y/N, who laughed. “Oh, no, I’m not related.” She winked at Andy. “Yet.” He spluttered. She turned back to the principal. “And someone has to tell them off, or nobody will. Seriously, do you not a have a zero-bullying policy in this hellhole?” Andy snickered under his breath. “Miss, that’s very inappropriate…” “No, I’ll tell you what’s inappropriate.” Y/N cut the principal off. “That someone can punch another human being and face zero repercussions. Zero bullying, my ass, you’re literally enforcing the bullying by not acting. I have no respect for you or anything you have to say to me, as long as you allow that to happen in your school, Mrs.” Andy cleared his throat, when the principal opened her mouth to retort. “I agree. My son has done nothing” (well, he hoped) “to warrant this. Y/N did nothing more than stand up for my son, which is needed since the school decided not to.” “Mr. Barber, I can assure you…” “You can assure me of nothing.” He said with a smile. It was the same smile he wore when he delivered his final statements in court. “I refuse to be called in here for my son, when he’s the one bleeding. Have a wonderful day, Mrs. Stevensen.” He turned on his heel and gestured for Y/N to follow him, leaving the principal absolutely dumbfounded.

“Am I in trouble?” Jacob asked in the second, they stepped outside. Andy shook his head and wrapped his arm around Jacob, pulling him close. “No, kiddo, you’re not.” “Tell you what, I’ll get you a few muffins to take back, okay?” Y/N said. “Come, I was going to close early anyway.” Jacob practically jumped out of Andy’s arms and ran after Y/N, talking animatedly with his hands as they walked. Andy furrowed his brows; he hadn’t seen Jacob like this in a while, and it warmed his heart a little. He quickly followed them into the bakery, and was immediately feeling comfortable – it smelled of chocolate and fresh bread, while the walls were covered in personal art (he noticed a few drawings from Jacob hung on the wall as well), and he sat down in the chair, that Jacob pointed him to.

“Jake, what will it be today? Walnut muffins, chocolate chip cookies, something dangerous or something unexpected?” She asked seriously. “I’ll cry if you give me anything with chili in it.” He answered with a grin. You rolled your eyes and laughed. “I might be scary, but I’m not evil.” You winked at Andy, who almost choked on thin air. “Unexpected it is, huh?” You kept your eyes on Andy as you spoke, and he couldn’t help the small grin spread on his lips. “Yeah, unexpected is good.” Jacob answered, looking back and forth between Y/N and Andy, his eyes glowing with something Andy hadn’t seen in his son for a while: Hope.

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bellsnuit · 2 years

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Unexpected future: Andy Barber x reader (2/6)

Summary:As a single mother of a six-year-old, you decide to move out after realizing that his father, Ari Levinson, simply didn't have you both as a priority.In the twists and turns of life, you meet Andy Barber but your job makes things complicated, especially when you work with his son and see his ex-wife several times.

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On Monday after dropping Mason at the school, you headed toward the cafeteria again. It was empty, not completely, but Andy wasn't there. You smiled when the older lady did, already holding out coffee for you soon.

"What is it today?" you pulled out the bills, but she quickly spoke: "No honey" you looked at her and she shook her head somewhat obviously "you know he already paid for it for you" you sighed "In fact, he already paid for your coffee for the whole week."

You felt a slight pressure of guilt in your chest because he really was a good man to date "Uhm, okay" you mumbled and took a breath.

"Why don't you give him a chance?"

You wrinkled your nose "He's a good man, but it's complicated" you looked at the woman "I'm going to pay for his coffee for the week. Does he only drink coffee?"

"He's told us, you know" you lifted your head as the man approached "We've known him since he was a teenager. He'd run to class but he'd ask for his coffee" you saw the man's melancholy "And really, he saw something in you. But well, work is work" you nodded slightly, swiping the card as your head just kept thinking that. You didn't really feel it right, but that man really seemed to have awakened something in you that you hadn't felt in a while.

"Good morning" you mumbled as you finished there and brought the coffee to your mouth: your body trembled just from the taste of it. It was the most delicious coffee you had ever tasted.

The next morning, you were in the café choosing a flavor when you felt a voice pass by as if it were nothing, "Please stop yelling, Laurie. Yes, I'll take care of it. God yes, I know how to take care of my son" you turned, sensing the desperation in his voice. He stopped talking when he saw you.

"Here, honey" you smiled towards the woman to nod.

"Have a good day" you bowed your head and as Andy ended the call he saw you. "Good morning"

"Good morning" he reciprocated, shaking his head. You went to your car, and as you set the coffee aside, you saw him at the counter. You sighed as you balked at any ideas you might have. You started the car, but at that very moment, a knock on your window made you turn around.

You blinked in astonishment, seeing how this one was with his arm holding onto your door and leaning forward. You opened the window and could only see how confused, perhaps desperate, or just anxious. "Please, give me just one chance" that plea took your breath away.

"Andy" you murmured and he sighed "Understand that I can't. I can't if I'm going to treat Jacob, I can't go out with you when your ex-wife asked me to help with your son" you shook your head "Andy, I have more on you than you know"

"And that?" he sighed "Yeah, you sat down and evaluated my relationship with my ex-wife because I know you did. I know because I can't stop looking at you. And when at your door you told me that, I understood. But now, you go and pay me for coffee for a week, the same thing I do for flirting" your cheeks flushed and he didn't help but smile somewhat victoriously "Please, I'm not even asking you for a date, just... Today at the park at three with the kids?" you raised an eyebrow and he smiled amused, tapping his fingers lightly on your door "We just don't tell anything, let them meet, and sit and talk like... like two parents of kids who are friends"

"Three and a half" you looked at him and his expression made you bite your cheek.

"And on the weekend I invite him to play with Jacob at my apartment."

"Fine" this one bit his bottom lip looking at you and nodded when you agreed.

"Deal."

He nodded, walking away from the car and you saw his smile as he walked back into the coffee shop. And you watched him, as the two gentlemen seemed to party when he walked in. "Idiot."

...

And as you walked to the park with Mason, you felt the scream of both children as they met. "Mom, I can play with Jacob, right?"

"Sure, honey "You watched as Andy sat on one of the benches on the other side. His gaze was on you and you saw how his clothes were no longer office clothes.

"I'm glad Jacob has a good friend," Andy said as you sat on the bench next to him, but keeping your distance.

"Well, I'm the one to thank for your son making space for mine."

"Unlike Laurie, Jacob isn't really too social."

"I think he's smart enough and selective enough, but that he doesn't have a problem with socializing."

"Well, then he has a good choice" you didn't look at him, you just watched the kids run around and play in the games. This one stirred "He's totally independent, I think that's what his mother is afraid of. That's why she's upstairs constantly at school"

"Oh, well, it's always nice to have a mother reference."

"Every year she's taken the position. She refuses to leave it to someone else."

"Well, the truth is, very few mothers want that position" you turned your head to look at him, with some amusement.

"To avoid mothers like her, right?" you saw his amused face.

"Oh no, she... she is nice."

"Don't lie to me. I'm divorced from her."

You didn't help but let out a laugh, maybe because of the words or because of his incredulous face. "Not really, she doesn't look... someone with a bad intention, nor very intense"

"Well... don't marry her if you have that thought." You looked at him with a raised eyebrow at the words, he laughed "I'm sorry, but yes, she is too intense. Talk to me as a mother who has brought her son to the park."

You wrinkled your nose and released one hand "Just a little bit" you whispered and he laughed. You smiled.

"Thanks for agreeing with me" there was silence "You know... when we left the office, I have to admit it gave me peace to see Mason so calm. The way he knows you work and he just stands there, at home."

You smiled, flattery you always received "Really since he was a baby I was seeing patients. He had to get used to staying there quietly. I wasn't lucky enough to have much support, let's say, so he had to cooperate" Andy was dying of curiosity to know the father of the child, but he really didn't know without asking. You let out a small laugh, looking back towards the children. "You want to know, don't you?"

"Just curious and you don't have to if you don't want to."

"It's alright" you paused and watched Mason stretch his arms as he mimicked an airplane, scurrying next to Jacob "An amazing man, huh" you looked at Andy and nodded "Really an honorable man" you shrugged, watching Andy's eyes bore into you. "But an absentee father. And well, that involved his job"

"He chose the job over you both?"

"Well, he did with Mason. With me he never had to choose, it was clear his priority. Then we'd just see him with weeks of runs, then they started to be bi-weekly, then monthly, then... three or four times a year."

"Bullshit because Mason seems to love him."

You nodded, turning your eyes back to your son "What he does...it's amazing, Andy. It's really not for everyone, but sometimes I wonder if he really wanted to give it all up for his son. And then I realize that if he had wanted to, he would have. So, now we find ourselves in an issue that his money is sent by the boss, he communicates every semester by letters and a couple of other shitty things."

"The day he can't get on with his job, he'll realize the mistake of having left the family behind."

"Well, I don't consider there ever was the term family" you swung your legs up on the seat and leaned your head back, looking at Mason. "I've told him, I've confessed to him that all cases always end the same: the child rejects the adult who leaves him."

Andy saw how you had made a place to vent, or at least talk freely, and didn't even want to move so as not to break your space. He looked over to the kids, who were sliding back and forth on the slide. "Mason will have every right to hate him."

"I really don't want him to hate him either. I know him, he would have been a good father if only...I don't know."

"I don't think he decided to be. It was his decision" you turned your head, leaning on your knees, and looked at him. He was right, you knew that, and you had already told yourself that several times but it sounded so weird to be told by someone else, "Your family?"

"My mother died a few months ago and my father is married to an Italian living there. He's always in touch with me. He loves Mason."

Andy stirred in the nod "You have friends?"

You grimaced somewhat amused at his question but avoided any ironic comment and nodded "Two, but you know, they were left in town."

"And you came just like that with nothing to hold on to here?"

Silence filled the space but for the children talking to each other. The park was empty, but the birds still made sounds. "I don't know how it really happened. I just saw the house for sale, saw the price, saw my savings, saw my stuff, saw Mason, and...a fresh start didn't sound bad."

Andy settled back, not taking his eyes off you "You have an incredible peace of mind to maintain."

"Does that mean?" you asked, raising your eyebrow.

"I have no idea" he assured and stirred as you smiled slightly, but Jacob's shout towards his father caused you both to see the two boys running animatedly towards you. You lowered your legs, seeing how both of them were totally sweating.

"Oh, I think there are two people who need a shower with lots of soap and water" you laughed watching as Mason laughed.

"There's a gentleman who sells ice cream!" Jacob looked at his father and he nodded.

"Go on, buy one for you and Mason," you said nothing. "Can you do it by yourself?" Jacob nodded and took the money from his father to run off to the gentleman as if they were going to steal all the ice cream.

"I never sent Mason to buy anything alone" you confessed, seeing as they were a few feet away but their figures were clear to see.

"Jacob likes to keep the change, just that" you laughed as he shrugged.

"What do you do for a living?" you looked at Andy but he had his eyes on the kids.

"I'm a district attorney."

"Oh- ah, really?" you didn't hide your surprise and he looked at you somewhat amused, smiling, to look back at the kids.

"Is that so hard to believe?"

"Of course not, but... I don't know, it's an important position."

"I like it."

"Discuss?"

He shook his head "That would give you a bad image of me."

"How could it?"

And it was two hours where they stood there, with the kids being entertained as they exchanged small talk without forcing much of anything. And that started to become almost routine for a while. Your interest in Andy aside, he really could be a good friend. Sometimes you would meet at the park with the kids in camouflage, other times whenever he went to pick up Jacob after Laurie dropped him off on Fridays. You had marked some separation, and truth be told, it was the healthy thing to do.

"How did it go?" it was later than usual, but you had insisted that Jacob could stay for dinner, and there he was, Andy at your door at eight-thirty in the evening.

"She's the best cook" Jacob smiled and you just smiled back at him "And the best psychologist" you winked and played with his hair as he pulled away from his father to hug you around the hip. "Thank you so much."

"With organization and permission, you can come whenever I have a space available" you assured caressing his cheek and lifting your head towards Andy who was smiling as he looked at you.

"Hey champ" you watched as Andy greeted Mason with a high five.

"Hey Andy" the boy looked at you "I gave Jacob my other walkie-talkie to talk to" he assured and Jacob nodded, showing that he had it in his hand.

"Ah, so you both can communicate" assured Andy looking at the plastic one that wasn't going to work in the face of the distance.

"Sure dad, what would it be for then?" you laughed at Jacob's obvious words and Andy nodded, as if the mistake had been his.

And you just didn't avoid accompanying with your eyes until Andy left.

You liked him so much.

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krirebr · 3 months

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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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Andy Barber

Guilt: When a murder hits the small-town reader lives in and personally attacks the family she works for, she would never imagine the toll that it would take on her as well. But not for the reason people would think. The last thing Reader thought she would find herself in during the murder trial was falling in love with her boss, Andy Barber and him returning those feelings. [COMPLETED]

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Fuel to the Fire - Chapter 15

The one where Andy isn’t the type of man you can deny, even if what he wants is for you to become his mistress.

Andy Barber is a feared mobster and your best friend’s husband. There were more than enough reasons never to look at him twice. But when he lets you know that he wants you, there’s little you can do to stop the terrible trainwreck you know it’s coming your way.

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

A/N: Okay, so my hiatus was short-lived. That doesn’t mean I won’t eventually end up leaving once I run out of stuff to post, but for now I still have a ton of stuff in my drafts.

Andy’s response to his holiday absence was to fabricate a holiday of his own, only this time, he took you with him. You were excited to get out of the country - it was your first time, but it didn’t take long for you to understand that you wouldn’t be spending much time exploring Barcelona.

As soon as you were in the hotel room, he pushed you down on your knees and forced you to take every inch of him, much like you had done in the private plane he’d booked for the two of you.

He was growing meaner, and you were loving every second of it, because it meant he was spending time with you.

At some point, after the third or fourth rounds, you were both basking in the afterglow when you finally got the courage to ask something that’d been in your mind for a while. “But what about Erica?” You asked, avoiding his eyes because you hated to see his disappointment whenever you were caught worrying about something that you shouldn’t.

“What about her?” He asked, pulling you by your hips to settle over his cock once more, and you absentmindedly grinded yourself against him as you thought of the best way to phrase your concerns.

“Where does she think you are?” You finally settled on it, now only half-worried about his wife because his thumb had found your clit and was now massaging it while you lathered his cock in your juices.

“Working overseas,” was his response. “Wanna see?” You didn’t have time to react because in seconds he had his phone in his hand, her number dialed. You looked like a deer caught in headlights, while all he did was force you up a little bit until you had his cock inside of you.

There you were, post-sex, mid-sex, wearing nothing but his shirt while he talked to her, eyes still very hungry as they stared you down, silently ordering you to ride him.

You hesitated for just one second. The second it took her to answer the phone. And then your hips started to move of their own accord, and you had to bite down on your lower lip so you wouldn’t release any sounds and spoil the fun.

It should be an ugly scene, but it felt so fucking hot. You came around his dick while they talked inane chatter, and for once in your life, you didn��t envy hers. After your orgasm, you climbed down his body to lick your release from his dick, just how he liked it, and you stroked him while he talked to her.

“I gotta go now,” he abruptly said before turning off his phone and coming down your throat with the biggest groan you’d heard from him so far. “Fuck,” he whispered once it was over, brushing the hair away from your face, “I can never live without your pussy again.”

You didn’t know why, but this felt like a shift in something big, something huge. But for now, all you had to worry was to keep him pleased, so that’s what you did.

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Andy (Chris evans) x reader imagine

Warnings: fucking in front of a window (i can’t remember what that’s called right now), dirty talk

I started an etsy account selling phone cases so check that out maybe :)

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It was a Thursday evening. You and Andy were having dinner with friends at this fancy restaurant which meant fancy clothes. You had already gotten dressed and you were standing in the front room of the penthouse staring at Andys back. He was standing in front of the large windows overlooking the city below with a glass in hand. You walk up to him.

"When are we leaving?" You say.

He turns to face you and before he can speak his gaze drops down your body. He's wearing a crisp black suit with his tie undone. He always looked good but him in suits was delicious. It was different.

"You look fucking stunning baby" He manages to spit out.

"Thank you" You reply with a blush. You weren’t a stranger to compliments and knew how to take them, but it was different when Andy gave them.

He sets his drink down and walks around you slowly before landing back in front of you. His fingers grasp your chin, tilting your head up to face him.

"Beautiful."

He spins you both, so he is behind you, and you’re at the window facing the city. He presses his body into you. You can feel the bulge in his pants pressing deep into your back. He kisses you deeply and you feel your mind swarm. Your body heating with his hands at the short hem of your dress, dragging it upwards.

"I want you," Andy whispers. "Right here baby where everyone can see you." His mouth pressed up against your ear.

"We have to leave soon..." You tried to remind him. Really you didn't care, if anything you would've gladly stayed home to fuck him for the rest of the night. But it was fun to tease him by resisting. He knew what you wanted anyways.

You heard him chuckle lightly. "We both know I could get you off in a minute if I needed to, but we have plenty of time so put your hands up on the glass and spread your legs for me, yeah?"

You give a sharp intake at his words and place your hands up on the window, feeling the cold glass against your heated body.

He continues lifting your dress but stops abruptly.

"Baby?" He says, all his movements halting. "Where are your panties?"

You can't help but giggle at his stunned tone. You had deliberately left them off as a surprise for at the restaurant or in the car, but he was so impatient it was happening now.

"I seemed to have lost them." Is your response, teasing.

"Is that right, hmm?" Andys gruffly voice making your body vibrate with lust.

He moves one hand to the entrance of your cunt, "I'm gonna fuck you, right here, for the whole city to see how you take me and your going to moan and groan until you can only think of my cock, okay?”

You nodded, the only response you could think to give.

You loved him like this, when he lost control and his composure and his rawness was left. It was what made you love him. Almost like he was connected to your thoughts he pushed into you with a sharp thrust, catching you off guard. One of his arms wraps around your waist and the other is holding up your own arms, pressing you harder into the window.

He moves slowly at first, knowing the feeling of his cock dragging in and out of you was everything. Andy had fucked you countless times but every time it was by the window it was a little more raw than ever. Knowing anyone could see you but not touch you. It drove him crazy almost more than it did you.

He was fucking into you so quickly you felt like you couldn’t catch a breath. Every time he pulled out, preparing to pump back in you felt empty, like you needed his cock back in you so you could breathe. You felt your eyes prick with tears and you didn’t bother to hide them.

Andy sees them falling down your face and kisses your cheeks, his hips work faster and you know it’s the sight of your tears making him want you more.

“Does it hurt baby?” He asks roughly. You nod your head. “Good.”

His hand makes its way back to your clit, rubbing and flicking it more. It’s too much. You try to pull away from him but it only pushes your cunt further down onto his cock. It’s a strange feeling and you let out a mix between a cry and a moan, adding to the sounds already floating in the apartment. It’s too much. Your body feels tight like it’s ready to pop.

He fucks you harder, the cold window soothing your burning skin. He’s whispering filthy things in your ear. Telling you he loves you this way, presented to the world, and thinking of nothing but cock. You can’t help it and you don’t want to so you come. It’s hard and sharp, you feel like your being pulled off a cliff and Andy isn’t far behind you. You cry out, loudly and Andy’s hand comes down to cover your mouth. It may have been a large apartment but people would still hear a scream that loud.

You feel his warm release coat the inside of your cunt and you spasm around him, hearing him hiss from the over stimulation.

“That was perfect, You we’re perfect baby.” He whispers, pulling his cock from you slowly. leaving you feeling empty. “C’mon we gotta go.”

If it were up to you you would be warming his cock all night long.

He pulls your dress down and pulls you to the elevator. It isn’t until your in the taxi you remember your not wearing any panties. And Andy’s cum is dripping from your cunt.

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Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Part 1

Summary: your crush on your married lawyer friend gets a little out of control…

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink, infidelity

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x Laurie Barber

A/N: This is something inspired by the lovely @georgiapeach30513 ! If it wasn’t for her AMAZING fic Desperate Affairs I’m not sure this would exist.

If you would like to read more I am hoping to post the next part soon.

Autumn set in early this year, much earlier then you ever remembered it setting in before. Only the first week of September and you were already wearing your fall jacket to work. You always loved fall, but wish that summer could last just a little longer.

You locked up your apartment as you set out for work, earlier than usual so you could stop and get a nice warm coffee, heck maybe you’d even spring for one of the seasonal drinks since it was pay week.

As you walked into the little cafe and joined the line, which was already so long despite the early hour, you spotted him. ADA Andy Barber. The man you had secretly crushed on for months. It was embarrassing at this point. Mostly because he’s married. It was so hard though, he was always so kind and attentive. In those moments it was easy to forget why you shouldn’t be crushing on him.

“Hey!” Andy smiled at you, and your heart jumped into your throat. Why did he have to have such a nice smile? “I didn’t know you came here. It’s been a while.”

Yeah because I’m avoiding you.

“I don’t usually,” you tried to smile but it probably came out more like a grimace. “With how cool it’s been I wanted a warm treat and no better time than pay week.” Ugh, why? Why were you so awkward?

Andy made small talk as you both progressed through the line. It was wonderful, and so horrible at the same time. Once you placed your order, he quickly sidled up beside to place his own and pay for both.

“Andy! You don’t have to do that!” You look up at him pleadingly.

“My treat.” He says, and he has his courtroom voice on. “Maybe this means I’ll see you here again since you didn’t have to splurge today.” He winks at you.

He WINKED! That has to mean something. God you wish you were better at this.

“Thank you Andy. I really appreciate it.” You smile shyly. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow since it’s my day off and I can actually sit and enjoy a coffee for once.” You laugh at your own joke.

“I’ll be here same time, I’ll even save us a table.” Andy says as he reaches for both your cups from the barista saying a quick thanks.

“It’s a date!” You smack you forehead. What a stupid thing to say to a married man. Married, he’s married! “I uh I didn’t mean, you know date as in dating. Oh god. You know what I’m uh I have to go to work. Thanks again Andy.” Your face heats up as you speed walk to your car.

Stupid, stupid! How could you have said that out loud, to his face! He’s gonna think you’re crazy. Scratch that you are crazy. Pining after a man who’s married with a kid. Just ridiculous.

You look up hearing a tapping on your window - it’s Andy. You roll down your window, looking directly at your steering wheel, still too embarrassed to look at him, you can’t even ask him what he wants, it’s too much. He’s probably here to tell you to stay away from him.

“Hey sweetheart,” ugh the pet name is back. He always calls you this when you do something embarrassing. Usually it’s something small like tripping or dropping stuff. Nothing like proclaiming seeing him as a date.

“I’m so sorry Andy, that was so innapropriate. I should not have said that.” You speak barely above a whisper. Not even sure he heard you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow same time, okay? Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He reaches his hand through the open window and strokes your hair back from your face.

Huh. Andy’s always been affectionate with you, maybe he’s taking pity on your by now obvious crush on him.

“Th-thanks Andy. See you tomorrow.” You put the car and gear and drive away. God that man he did something to you.

Your day at work was mostly wasted as you spent most of your time thinking of how your date with Andy would go tomorrow. Coffee, he invited you for coffee. That doesn’t mean it’s a date. It’s true lots of friends just get coffee with each other.

Finally, your work day over you sign off and say good bye to your coworkers. Getting in your car, you decide to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things since you planned to spend all of tomorrow reliving your date with Andy. Whatever, it’s in your own head. Enjoy the moments while you have them right?

Picking up your essentials for the week on autopilot, you barely realize when your back in the car and are halfway home before your brain comes back online. Oh well, at least it wasn’t far. Although you should probably stop day dreaming about Andy while driving. That was a sure fire way to get in an accident.

You spend most of the night tossing and turning, not sure what to think about tomorrow. You finally pull yourself out of bed at 5, knowing you won’t be getting any sleep. You shower and decide to wear one of your favourite fall outfits. A brown sweater dress that has always fit you well. Putting on some light make up, you look at the time and realize you’re running later than you thought and rush out the door.

Pulling up to the cafe you see Andy through the window. As promised sitting at a table, with two cups infront of him.

You take a breath and look at him closely before you walk in. He looked good when he’s not in a suit. He also looks good in a suit, but casual - in jeans and a sweater? This is new and fantastic.

“Andy!” You say as you walk over to the table. “I thought you might be working today?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question but it does anyways.

He laughs and smiles at you. “ I have to go by the courthouse later, but wanted to see you this morning.” His eyes sparkle at you. “I got you the same as yesterday, I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great but you didn’t have to. I thought I was paying today.” You pout at him as you sit across from him. This kinda feels like a date, right? You can pretend at least.

“I know, I know. But how could I let you pay on our date?” His smile is mischievous. Like he knows he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

Your blush reaches your toes if possible.

“Oh God. Andy I’m so sorry, I know this isn’t a date, I can’t believe I said that, to your face!” You cover your face with your hands but not for long. Andy reaches across the table, and holds your hands in his.

“Andy?” You’re confused. Very confused. And maybe reading into the situation a little too much.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” His smile is so warm on his beautiful face. And you’re not sure what to say so you take a sip of coffee.

“Did you order black?” You ask him and he nods. You quickly switch the cups and sigh at the sip of your over priced pumpkin spice whatever.

From there the conversation flows for more than an hour. You’ve never been able to speak to someone like this. Not friends or ex-boyfriends. Andy is such a great listener and so passionate when he speaks. You get lost staring at him while he tells you about a case he just wrapped up.

Watching how his eyes light up when he mentions something he was clearly proud of. How his neck flexes when he recalls something seedy the defence did. He’s just beautiful.

“Hey,” he waves a hand in front of your face. “Did I lose you for a minute?”

“N-no, of course not. You were talking about how Neil’s been trying to steal this case from you?” God you hope that’s right.

He sighs, wrong. Dammit.

“Laurie finds this stuff boring too. I’m used to it. We can talk about something else if you want.” You definitely don’t want that. He seems so sad, and put out by your obvious distraction, it’s natural when you reach across the table to cup his cheek.

“I’m sorry Andy. It’s not boring I promise. I just um…” you trail off, unsure of how to say what was actually happening.

“What sweetheart? You know you can tell me.” His face is a mix of confusion and worry. And you don’t like that so you know you have to tell him.

“Well I just was watching you while you spoke, and I know it sounds creepy. But Andy you’re so passionate and it shows throughout you. I really admire that about you.” There that wasn’t terrible. He won’t think the wrong thing, right?

The smile that spreads across his face makes your insides jump around. Beautiful.

“Thank you sweetheart. You want to get out of here?” Wait what? Isn’t that what the creepy dude you met at the bar asked you? It must have shown on your face because he quickly added, “I’d like to spend some more time with you, but I’m not gonna lie. These chairs? They’re killing my back.” He laughed.

You laughed too. “Would you want to come back to my apartment? I could make us a bite to eat?”

“That sounds great sweetheart. Text me your address, I’ll meet you there.”

You text him your address and start to gather your things. He walks you to your car with his hand on the small of your back the whole time. It’s not weird, friends do this. Right?

You race back to your apartment to do a quick tidy before Andy shows up. Just when you begin to think he isn’t showing up, there’s a knock at your door.

“Sorry! Couldn’t find parking” he must have parked pretty far away. You see the slight sheen of sweat on his brow.

“That’s alright, please come in. And excuse the mess I was planning to clean when I got back.”

His eyes take in your apartment and you squirm like he’s inspecting you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask. His silence is making you nervous, and you shuffle your feet.

“Oh sweetheart no, nothings wrong. Your place is wonderful. I was just trying to find this ‘mess’ you speak of.” He pulls you into his arms. And you giggle at his joke and the closeness. “ is this okay?” He asks wrapping one arm around your waist. The other has found it’s way to your face cupping your cheek and bringing you closer.

“Uh Andy what’s going on?” You’re nervous it’s obvious. He can’t be doing what you think he’s doing.

As leans in you can see his lips get closer before he whispers. “Please don’t tell me it’s all in my head. You want me, don’t you?”

Before you can respond he’s kissing you. Actually kissing you. And the world stops for a moment, because this? This is perfect, and wonderful and-he’s married.

You push him away. “Andy, you’re - you’re married. What about Laurie?” God it hurt to push him away. But you can’t do this right? Even if you’ve never felt like that kissing someone before.

Andy sighs and pulls away from you. And that hurts worse than stopping the kissing. He begins to pace around your living room, before he gathers his thoughts. He finally turns to you and places his hands on his hips.

“Just answer me. Do you want me?” He looks sad again, and that’s a look you don’t want to see on his face. And worse to know you put it there.

“Of course I do. But-“ he cuts you off.

“Sweetheart, things with Laurie they’re - complicated. And you, I feel so much more like myself around you. Please, if you don’t want this I will walk out that door, and never bother you again. But if you do…” he trails off. The most earnest look on his face.

Your body makes a decision before your brain can catch up and somehow you’re kissing him again. But this time it’s much more heated.

“You’re sure?” You mumble against his lips. His only answer is to wrap his hand around your thighs and lift. Blindly carrying you over to the couch. He trails kisses down your neck to the line of your sweater dress. His hands skimming up your thighs underneath your dress to your panties.

“Wanted you for so long.” He says between kisses to your collarbone. “Wanna see you sweetheart, can I?”

You nod bashfully and he gets up so you can pull your sweater dress off. There you are standing in front of Andy Barber in nothing but a nude lacy bra and panty set.

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart. You’re beautiful like this.” His hands reach out to you and you go into his embrace. And he’s kissing you again. Pushing you down to the couch he starts to grope at your breasts, before releasing the front clasp on your bra.

The groan Andy lets out when he sees your breasts spill out flips a switch in you. This man wants you so badly, he’s willing to cheat on his wife for you. You reach down to remove your panties, but Andy’s hand stops you.

“Want you to keep them on sweetheart. Gonna fuck you, then fill you up and then you’re gonna keep it in there all day till I tell you to clean up. Cause you’re my good girl right?” His pupils are blown wide as he looks down at you. And all you can do is moan and nod.

“Please Andy…” you’re writhing and mewling beneath him and he’s barely touched you. You reach down to pull at his fly and button to get his cock out.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you sweetheart?” He starts to pinch on of your nipples, while massaging the other breast. “Want Daddy to take care of you? Get you all cockdrunk and full?”

“Please Daddy,” you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore as you slowly jack him off. “Want you so bad, always wanted you, only you.”

Andy groans and surges forward to kiss you again. His hands leave your breasts to line himself up with your core. He pulls your panties to the side with one and runs the head of his cock between your lips with the other.

“Look at you, drenched for me and I’ve barely even touched you. Tell me how bad you want it baby, and then I’ll give it to you.” You reach up to cup his cheek.

“Want you so bad Daddy. Need you. Feel like I’m gonna lose it if you’re not inside me soon.” You whine and whimper as he teases you with his cock.

Finally he starts to breach your pussy. It’s a stretch, he’s bigger than you have had before, and you reach up to his arms and squeeze.

“You’re doing so good for me baby. Just a little more. Daddy will take care of you, I promise.” He’s whispering as he leans his forehead against yours. His eyes staring straight into yours.

“You’re so big, I don’t think it’s gonna fit.” You whimper and he kisses your temple. Finally you feel his balls slap against your ass and he’s all the way in.

“Oh baby, gonna fuck you now. You ready?” His hips are already pulling back before you can answer and they snap forward roughly.

Your eyes roll back as he gets into a rhythm. No one has ever throughly ruined you like this before. He may have ruined you for other men.

Andy sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping into you fast and rough. His right hand cupping and playing with your breast and the left sneaking into your panties to rub circles on your clit.

“Daddy please ‘m close.” It’s building inside you and before you can warn him your screaming out your orgasm.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy. I’m right behind you baby.” And somehow Andy’s pace picks up again. You didn’t think he could fuck you any faster or harder, but here he is railing you within an inch of your life.

“‘M close baby, almost there.” He groans his release and you feel his cum flooding into you.

He pants into your neck for a few moments as you stroke one hand through his hair. The other is shamelessly clinging to his ass.

“You did so good for me baby.” He leans over you to pepper kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

“Andy!” He laughs and finally gives you a break. Looking down at where you’re both connected he slowly starts to pull out, causing you to shudder. He lets your panties snap back into place, and slides down to kiss over your covered mound.

“Remember baby keep it all inside until I tell you to clean up okay?” This is new. The sex you’ve had with men before was…meh at best. And now you’ve slept with a married man, who wants you to call him Daddy and keep his cum inside you all day.

“Uh Andy?” You’re not sure if you want to tell him this. But you probably should.

When he climbs back up your body and gazes into your eyes it’s to see a searching expression on his face.

“Yeah baby, what is it?” He’s so kind, so sweet.

“What does this mean?” You can’t look him in the eye. It’s too embarrassing.

Andy sighs before responding. “I want to do this with you. Get to know you, spend time with you, fucking ruin you for other men. I don’t know where it will god, but we’ll figure it out as we go. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.”

And that’s how your affair with Andy Barber started.

After that it became a regular thing. When he could sneak away from Laurie he would text or call you to come over. There was nagging guilt building, but you always managed to push it away.

He was choosing you over her!

You let it carry on for months, trying all of Andy’s newest ideas to bring you both pleasure. After the first time, he didn’t linger around for very long after. Usually leaving as soon as he had you stuffed full of his cum. And you of course just kept falling for this unavailable man.

As you tidied up the house on your day off you heard your phone start ringing from the kitchen where you must have left it.

“Hang on!” You rush through the living room to answer, knowing that the only person who ever calls you is Andy.

“Hey Sweetheart,” ugh his voice. It got you every time.

“Hey Andy, what’s up?” That was casual right?

He laughs across the line, “I miss you sweetheart can I come see you?”

“Oh course! I was just tidy-“he cuts you off.

“Great I’ll be there in 20.” With that the line clicks off. You hum as you lose interest in tidying and decide to change, since you know what’s coming.

Slipping out of your pants and t-shirt, you decide on a floral dress with spaghetti straps. Andy always likes when you wear dresses for him.

15 minutes later you hear the knock at your apartment door that can only be him.

You smile as you open the door. “Hey, were you in the neighborhood?”

He doesn’t answer, just closes the door behind him, and pulls his jacket off. He goes to sit on your couch and gestures you to follow him.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him with a worried look on your face.

Andy’s face softens as he pulls you into his lap. “No sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’s not you. Just a bad day and I needed my good girl around to help me feel better.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle into his neck. Peppering kisses along the collar of his shirt. “I’m sorry, can I do anything to help you feel better?”

His smile is watery as he turns his face to look at you. “Can I take you to bed baby? I just need to feel you.”

“Of course Daddy, always want to feel you.” You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders as he lifts you bridal style to take you to your bedroom.

He gently lowers you to your mattress, and himself above you. The kiss he plants on your lips is different from all the times he’s kissed you before. It’s slower, more passionate, like he’s trying to convey more without words.

You thread your fingers through his hair with one hand and use the other to start unbuttoning his shirt. Which he quickly shrugs out of. He moves to the zipper of your dress, normally something like this he’d barely undress you, but today something was different. Did he feel it too?

When you were both fully naked he cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes for a few moments, before slowly easing himself into you. Slowly he began to rut into you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the pleasure building, slowly, but in a delicious way you had never felt before.

Using one arm to brace himself he brought the other down to your clit and started rubbing figure eights.

“Oh Andy, please I’m close. Don’t stop.” You were panting.

“I know sweetheart, I’m close too. Come on, I want us to cum together.” He adds more pressure to his fingers and changes the angle of his hips so he’s hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Oh! Oh, right there, right-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan as your orgasm tears through you. It almost feels like you black out for a moment, because the next thing you know Andy is collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

Through the afterglow you manage to murmur a few words to Andy. “I love you…”

He stiffens underneath you, the slow strokes of his hand running up and down your arm stop immediately.

“Andy?” He starts to sit up, not looking at you. In that moment you realize how wrong you had gotten everything. He didn’t want more than the sex. That was it, and here you were falling in love with a married man.

“I have to go.” He quickly gathers his clothes, still not looking at you as he dresses himself. While you sit alone and naked on your bed, in shock. Once he’s dressed he spares you a glance before walking out your door.

As soon as the latch clicks into place it’s like the last few moments finally hit you. You told him you love him, and he left. You turn over and sob into your pillow, uncaring for your nakedness, or how cold your bedroom is. Still smelling his cologne there makes you sob harder, to the point you feel like you’re going to throw up. It’s too much. You gave him too much of yourself, and now what do you have to show for it?

The days seems to stretch on after that. Everything seems to be passing in a haze around you. You call in to work on Monday, because why bother.

On Monday night you get a text from Andy. To say you’re shocked is an understatement. You stare at the notification for a while, unsure if you want to see what he has to say.

Deciding that you pretty much already knew what it was going to say you decide to jump in the shower, since you can’t remember the last time you did that. Stepping out you see your phone taunting you from the counter. More notifications from Andy.

Hey Sweetheart, just wanted to check in. Can I call? Pffft yeah right.

I’m sorry Sweetheart, please just let me explain

Nope, not gonna work.

At least just let me know you’re okay? Why were you starting to feel guilty? Of course you weren’t okay. Of course you didn’t want to speak with him. Of course you were falling for it.

Before your brain catches up to what you are doing you’re phone is ringing to Andy.

“Hello?” His voice is rough, like he was sleeping. Maybe he’s as upset as you?

“Sweetheart? Are you there?”

“Hey, yup, sorry. What do you want Andy?” Ugh, why are you almost crying again.

“Can I come over and we talk? Please? I want to explain and I don’t want to do it over the phone or through text.” He’s pleading. Well good, he broke your heart.

“If you want to come over to make it clear that this was just sex to you, no need. You walking out the door after I told you I love you-“ your breath gets caught in your throat but you power through. “That made things pretty clear.”

“That’s not-“ this time you cut him off.

“No Andy. Unless you’re about to say ‘I’m leaving Laurie’ this conversation is over.” You pause waiting for him to say something, anything. After the longest moment of silence you’ve ever experienced in your life passes you hang up.

It’s like you have no more tears left. You stand there alone in your sad apartment feeling the worst you have in a long time. You decide you need to move on, avoid Andy at all costs and live your life like you used to before the tornado that he was, came blustering in.

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #reader insert #chris evans #like I’m gonna lose you

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Y/N: “Steve?”

Steve: “Yes, Y/N?”

Y/N: *Smiles* “You didn’t tell me your brothers were so cute and sexy.”

Ransom: “The kid has good taste, Stevie.”

Johnny: “Yeah, I know I’m hot.”

Andy: “Thank you for the compliment, Y/N.”

Steve: *Puts his head in his hands*

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #young maximoff sibling #male maximoff #chris evans x you #chris evans x male reader #chris evans x y/n #ransom drysdale #johnny storm #andy barber #steve rogers x y/n #steve rogers x you #steve rogers x male reader #captain america x male reader #mcu captain america #Steve has look alike brothers

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The Barber boys and the Bakery, chapter 3

A/N: I AM HAVING BURNOUT. I want to write and write a lot, but I cannot for the life of me get to do it. I’m doing my best to get back into the groove of things, and I hope you’ll bear with me while I get back to it. Anyway, we’re getting back to my favorite fluffy boys and their cute baker!

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Pairing: Andy Barber x female reader

Contains: Language, fluff, a little more fluff

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Chapter 3: The dog and the D&D

Jacob had never seemed so excited to tell you something, than he was when he practically sprinted inside the bakery, panting and grinning like a madman. “Y/N, GUESS THE FUCK WHAT??” He yelled with his eyes glinting dangerously. You quickly thrusted a walnut-muffin into his hand, and he took a giant bite. “What the fuck, Jake?” You asked, grinning. Your phone plinged with a messaged from Andy, asking if you had seen Jacob today. You smiled at your phone before answering that, yes, indeed, his lanky, overly excited son was standing in your bakery. You looked back up to Jacob, who was grinning knowingly and wiggled his eyebrows.

“Shut up.” “I didn’t even say anything!” He gasped, before taking another large bite of the muffin. “I can feel what you’re thinking, Jake. And shut up.” “All I’m thinking is that you and my dad should…” “Don’t…” He ignored you. “Get it on. Like, how old people do. Go to some fancy schmanzy restaurant or some shit.” You rolled your eyes. “One more time, one, where you try to convince me to date your dad, and no more muffins.” He gasped. “Nooooooo!” “Yes. I’m hardcore like that.” You grinned at him. “Besides, your dad would be better off with someone his own age.” “Pffht. He needs some spruce in life. And someone who can break his old man back.” “JAKE!” He shrugged. “Am I wrong? Are you going to look at me and tell me that I’m wrong?” “I’m... Not saying anything, actually. I think I’ll spare myself.” He rolled his eyes and finished his muffin. “Listen, all I’m saying is that you want to jump his bones, he wants to jump yours... I don’t see what’s holding you back.” “Jake, one more time...” “Yeah, yeah, muffins are over. I get it, I’m just trying to get you to see that maybe this isn’t a crazy idea.” “Jake...” He grinned. “Anyway, on to what I really wanted to talk about…” His eyes glinted again, and he began jumping up and down. Small crumbs tumbled from his shirt to the counter. “WE’RE GETTING A DOG!” “HOLY SHIT! YEEEES!” You jumped with him. “That’s amazing, Jake!” “I KNOW!” He was grinning wildly. “We’re going to the pound in the weekend. I don’t care how big, small, weird or normal that dog is, I’m naming it Kal-El.” “What if it’s a girl?” You asked, laughing a little and glanced at your phone; Andy had texted you again. Jake shrugged. “Kal-El.” “Okay, we’re going with straight up non-gendered names?” He nodded. “Maybe I’d go for Bowser if I am really in the mood. But then it has to be ugly as shit.” You laughed. “Sure thing.” “Wanna come?” You blinked. “Me?” He nodded. “Yeah, you have the best taste in everything.” “Oh, really?” He nodded vigorously.

“Just look at me. You love me, and that is truly great taste.” He wiggled his brows again. “And my dad...” “Stop it.” “I’m being truthful...” “High and mighty today, aren’t we?” You laughed. “We gotta get ready for D&D, can you start getting it set up?” He nodded. “Uhm, another person is joining the party.” He blushed. “Is that a blush, I see?” You asked, smirking a little, wiping your hands on your apron. “Is my little Jake falling in love?” He rolled his eyes. “Yeah, yeah, no, I’m just… She’s pretty cool. She plays cello.” “Oh?” He nodded. “Well, can’t wait to meet her. I’ll just go call your dad, he’s blowing up my phone.” It was his time to smirk, and you narrowed your eyes and pointed at him. “Don’t you dare. Don’t even think it.” He held his hands up, but the smile didn’t go away. “Didn’t say anything. At all.”

When the door to the back closed, you pulled your phone out to several messages from Andy, and quickly called him instead of trying to answer all the messages in one. He picked up quickly. “Y/n.” His voice made you shiver just a little. “Hi, Andy.” “Jake’s there?” He asked, and you heard some rustling in the background. “Yeah. We’re having D&D-night tonight.” “Right. I’m sorry, I completely forgot about it.” “Don’t worry, it’s not like you’re supposed to be here for it.” Another rustle of papers and then a shit followed. “And it would seem like you are more than busy.” “I’m… Fuck… A little overrun, yeah.” The way his said fuck made your body tingle. Stop it, Y/N, you’re better than this. He sighed and you sat down on the only chair in the backroom. “Listen, Y/N, I really apricate you taking care of him, but I…” “Nope. We’ve had this talk before, Andy. I’m good. I like his company; he keeps me young.” “You are young.” “Well, keeps me younger.” He chuckled a little. “I just… I feel bad that I’m not around as much as I want to be. You know?” “Yeah.” There wasn’t more to say to that – there wasn’t any reason to rub it in or try to make him feel less guilty, because the man was stubborn as a mule when it came to it. “I feel like I owe you something.” He said slowly, and you swallowed thickly at the tone of his voice. “Oh, no, Andy. I’m serious, Jake and his friends are weirdos and I love them. Besides, since we started playing here, I’m actually breaking even in the bakery. They eat like pigs.” He laughed. “So I’ve noticed. Growing teenagers, man.” You laughed. “Indeed. Anyway, I should…” “Oh, yeah, sure.” You didn’t hang up and neither did he. “We’re really shitty at hanging up.” You stated. “Maybe I just like talking to you.” Your face felt hot. “Oh.” “If that’s okay.” “Yeah, no, yeah. It’s fine, great, I, uhm… Just don’t know how to respond, really.” You laughed a little.

“Y/N, they’re here!” Jacob yelled from the front and you sighed. You weren’t going to lie, you did really enjoy talking to Andy too. “I gotta run before these assholes wreck my shop.” You hesitated. “You’re welcome to join us, if you have time.” Silence. “I don’t know how to do the dungeons or the dragons.” “It doesn’t matter. We’re just having fun.” You tried your hardest to not laugh at him. He chuckled a little. “Maybe I’ll see if I can get off early today. God knows I need it.” “Sure thing. If not, I’ll be happy to take Jake home.” “Thank you, Y/N.” He hung up shortly after that and you stuffed your phone in your back pocket before removing your apron, and throwing it in a corner of the kitchen.

Jake, Hope, Sam, Derek and someone, you could only assume was Emily, were loudly fighting over dice, while moving tables to make a giant one in the middle of the floor – Emily was standing to the side, a little quiet, while Derek held tightly onto the dice, that Jake was trying to pry out of his hands, while Sam was yelling from the sidelines. “YO!” You yelled and all faces turned to you. Derek and Jake still held onto the dice. “What the hell, guys?” “Derek took my lucky dice!” “Did not, I took my lucky dice!” “Liar!” And the bickering began again. You rolled your eyes. “If any of you want to play today, you better put the dice back on the table and step away slowly.” They all gulped, and the two boys put the dice on the table and took two steps back. “We have a rule, you guys. Newcomers gets first pick.” You smiled at Emily. “Your pick of dice, my lady.”

Luckily, it didn’t take long to get everyone sorted, settled and ready for the campaign – Emily was new, but before long, everyone was sweating wildly, silently praying that they’d survive the campaign. “Okay, Jake, you’re standing at the very edge of the Lessing Sea, and if you don’t take Qualnus down, the Underdark will invade the surface, killing everyone. What’s your choice?” Jake was sweating, looking back and forth from the board to his character sheet. Sam was hiding behind their hands, while Derek was chanting, please don’t be dumb, please don’t be dumb over and over. “Shit, I don’t know.” He groaned. “What’s my options?” “You can try for the Warhammer of the Diviner and see if it’ll take him, but if you don’t roll at least 12, you’re down. Maybe forever. You can try to heal, but…” Your eyes flickered to the door, where Andy stepped in, a smile on his lips when his eyes found yours. “Hey, guys.” “Dad, I love you, but I need you to be quiet like right now, I need to think.” “Oh, damn.” You stood and left the kids to ponder their life, and hugged Andy tightly. “I didn’t think you’d make it.” “Me neither.” He smiled. He was a little winded, and his hair looked way too good for someone who had been outside in the wind. it was actually unfair. His eyes roamed over your body, and you tried not to let it get to your head. “How’s the campaign going?” You sighed and looked to the kids, who looked like they all were on the brink of a mental breakdown. “Well… Derek’s halfling, Spearhead, is currently paralyzed with poison and at risk of dying from the Vampire Overlord, Qualnus and his minions. Sam’s mage is currently stuck in the current of the Lessing Sea, and his staff is about to break. Emily’s elf, Tealeaf, is suffering on the other side of the bank, and she needs help crossing the wild currents. Jake, is… Well…” You both looked to him, as he began pulling at his hair. “Y/N, this is IMPOSSIBLE. I can’t do this!” You chuckled. “He’s currently trying to survive a one-on-one with Qualnus, but he has to roll high and he’s barely hanging on as we speak.” Andy nodded and followed you to sit next to you, looking over the board. Jake held a finger out to his father. “Don’t speak.” Andy held his hands up. “Jake, you gotta make a decision, man.” Derek groaned. “Or we’ll all die.” “WAIT!!” Jake looked at you with wild eyes. “I have enough xp to get Tealeaf across the water, right?” You checked. “Yes?” “And she’s magic.” You nodded again. “I’m doing it.” Emily blushed. “Okay, go for it. You need…” “14, yeah.” He nodded seriously, and Andy leaned close, his breath on your neck. It raised goosebumps. “So… When is the campaign over?” He asked softly. You glanced at the clock. “Not tonight, but we’re stopping after Jake’s roll. It’s getting late.” He nodded. “Cool.” He seemed like he wanted to say something else, but Jake screamed with glee in the same moment. “15!!” Jake was alit with joy. “I’m getting Tealeaf over!” “Good job, Jake!” You narrated the treacherous voyage across the storming sea, and when Tealeaf and Jake’s dwarf, Bunder, had reunited, you closed it off for the night, the kids cheering loudly. “Good game, guys. We’ll find another day to get through the wonderous fight with Qualnus the Bad!” They all cheered and began packing up, and you nodded to Andy. “Come with me.” He followed you willingly to the back – you glanced back and saw Jake wink at you. “Clean, Jake.” You narrowed your eyes at him before leading Andy to the back.

“What’s up?” You grinned at him and began pulling out the stuff, you had put away for him. “So… I know you, and you barely eat when you work, and you got off late… So…” You put the basket of treats on the table. “I wanted to feed you. Or… Well, yeah. Make sure you actually got something to eat.” He smiled bashfully. “Y/N, you didn’t have to…” “I wanted to. I gotta take care of my boys, right?” He blushed. “Well, in that case.. Your boy thanks you.” He hugged you, albeit a little hesitantly. You hugged him back and allowed yourself to enjoy the way his cologne wrapped around you. It was nice. “Listen, I have to get Jacob home. We’ll see you around?” You nodded and pulled away from his hug – your faces were closer than you had initially thought, and it took your breath away. “Oh.” It sounded more like a squeak than anything else, that came form your throat and you cursed yourself. His hands were warm on your back. He cleared his throat and for a second, you might’ve believed he’d do something wild, like kiss you, but he just smiled and pulled away fully. “Yeah, I’ll… I actually have a thing with Jacob on Friday, I’ll be over then.” “Looking forward to it.” “Me too.” He grabbed the basket and left the back, while you fumbled for your phone and followed him, hugging the kids goodbye and closing up shop. You quickly texted Jacob.

Y/N: Jake you might be a little right.

J: About?

Y/N: You know what. You were right you little asshole.

Y/N: yeah, yeah, get it out, buddy I still need serious help because theres no way your dad is going to ask me out

J: can I call you mom

J: can we do family portraits

J: I require cuddles at night

Y/N: jake get a grip

J: sorry sorry im going to be the best wingson ever

Y/N: …..

J: I got an idea ill tell you all about it when im back home

And with that, the plan dubbed “Get Andy to date again” started to form.

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𝘼 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮

pairing: soft dark!Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

concept: Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

word count: 2.5k

warnings: soft dark Andy, blindfold, desire, fingering, poetic smut, lust, rough sex, p in v smut, body worship, possessive Andy, public sex-dressing room, tiny angst, unprotected sex, manipulation, dance themes,— nicknames: butterfly

a/n: Inspired by my ballet days and the song experience --Ludovico Eunaudi

lovely betas: @jobean12-blog and @writing-for-marvel

line divider: @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

Flying without wings, traveling without moving, seeing the entire universe without opening your eyes.

As you move, you embody your own language, poetic and emotional in a way you can't express with your words; seeing the audience's faces brighten up with happiness, sadness, or anger fills you with excitement.

Through one of your art pieces, you showed the crowd your story and danced into the emotions of expressing the story through your body. The movement flowed smoothly through your body, and you felt your hips your hips extending as your leg elongated up through your toes

Upon hearing the first melody, you closed your eyes, forcing a deep breath out of your nose into your lungs. To prove your exceptionality, you must prove your worth. In dance, the body is used as a medium to tell a tale with music. The aim is to create an artistic image with tunes in the bones.

The rhythm began to move you as soon as you heard the mellow beat, your limbs fully extended with every downbeat.

You continued your routine, adjusting certain parts of your body to emphasize them. Seeing for his eyes only, since he was the reason you were on stage to begin with.

While standing in the doorway, his mouth curled into a smile. Watching your body move in sync with the music, he was captivated by its alluring appearance.

His eyes break out of the trance, but only to be sucked back in by a trance much more alluring in your eyes. Stepping forward, he gazed into the mirror and met your eyes. Your skin came alive with the light of his crystalline gaze, illuminating every inch of your body and making you hyper-aware of his presence from head to toe.

You stopped your movement and looked down at him in the mirror as he pulled a thick piece of black cloth from his jacket pocket. He quickly moved up behind you and placed the satin pink ribbon binding around your eyes. His blue eyes are going to be your eyes now, and he will lead you further into what you desire. He will make the light shine when he is around.

In spite of the darkness that surrounds my soul, it will rise in perfect light

Your eyes almost watered as you felt the ribbon slide over them. Andy's fingertips gently brushed the soft skin of your cheek. The sweet smell of his cologne and the way he touched your body made you want to dance.

In the same manner, as a soft classical melody, you whispered into the room: "You shouldn't be in here."

You will endure the pain of satin ribbons tightening your eyes , but Andy will lead the way.

It sounded like he was moving away from you and closing the door behind him. The sound startled you. Your heart raced as you heard the lock turn.

He whispered into your ear, “Butterfly, if you want me to stop, I won't.”

You felt the heat of his breath against your skin. “Do you know why I won’t stop coming to you?” Through the mirror, he leaned closer to your neck to watch your movements.

“Because you are mine to dance with. Day and night.”

There was no fear that you would tell him to stop, who would refuse Andy and tell him to leave?

The touch of his lips on your ear made you loosen up. Though you couldn't see him, you stepped back and pressed yourself against him.

Your back pressed against his front, and he inhaled deeply.

“'I want a show of my pussy' sounds”

Your body brushed against his hips like a lover's dance.

Your skin was so soft and he began kissing your neck, lightly nibbling at the most sensitive part. Your body seemed to be engulfed in flames when his lips touched your bare skin.

"Oh my!" you moan when Andy pokes his hungry mouth on your neck.

"You were good tonight. I wasn't planning to stay, but I was going to send you my appreciation."

Andy bites down on your collarbone. Almost a growl escapes your lips. The moan he carved from your body. Tonight, your dance together begins with that moan.

“You’ve got it, don’t you? That high. You want to be worshiped and adored."

The words touched your body deeply and the truth penetrated your spirit. Being the best in the program was important to you, and you wanted to be seen in your own right. The moment of truth is Andy's way of showing you that you must be blind if you want to be seen, and that is what he needs to show you.

You felt shockwaves through your body as you imagined what he might do next if he knew how you felt. With your head turned to the side, you made access easier for him.

Let yourself be swept away to another world, another time, another place.

You were experiencing difficulties forming words, but your body was speaking for you. Andy kissed you on the neck and smiled. His hands moved to your waist as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his hard-on pulling against the fabric of his pants.

Under your pink ballet leotards, he was curious to see what was hidden for him. His fingers danced over your body. As he ripped away the fabric along your shoulders, your bare back was exposed to him. Your body is a dance floor for him to do his steps on.

Cool air hit your hot skin as he caressed it softly with his artful fingers. There was almost an electric sensation as his hands glided across your skin like magic. It seemed like tiny lightning bolts flew from his body to yours.

In the room, there seemed to be a thick layer of air. Andy found it almost impossible to breathe. A slow dance, exposing just a bit of your skin at a time, was the way he hoped to capture every feature, every dimple, every freckle, and every curve on your body.

The material was moved off your arms and then to your waist. You were exposed to him as he kneeled behind you, pulling the dress further down your body. With a gentle pull down your leg, he lifted the thong off your legs and began kissing your legs up to your spine.

A soft feathery kiss to the skin. You let out a small whimper when you felt him kiss your skin and feel liquid fire coursing through your veins.

Andy stood back up and ran his hands up your body. As he kissed your neck again, he whispered softly into your ear. "Butterfly, tell me what you want."

A sense of urgency echoed through your voice as you said, "I want to be yours to dance with".

The powerful emotions Andy now felt were totally different from the ones he used to feel when he first saw you dance. There seemed to be electricity between you two, fueling your desires, and sparking your passions.

He removed his jacket and tossed it aside.

Loosening his tie, he began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. His plan was to show you what you owed him.

“Despite what you showed the crowd, you're going to show me more. I will get the special treatment of seeing and feeling your steps" The sound of him removing his clothes could be heard as you stood there.

You didn't even take the blindfold off because you knew it would cause a harsh reaction from him. Turning carefully, you placed your hands on the dressing table before reaching out to touch his chest. As you caressed his muscular chest, Andy groaned at your fingertips.

People dance notes, and you dance with Andy.

Every second was filled with deep and aching joy. You brushed up to his strong jaw, lightly grazing his neck with your fingertips. He was impressed by how you felt so far. A few kisses landed on his chest from your lips. You slid the shirt off after running your hands over his chest and shoulders.

Andy grinned. Seeing that you wanted it as much as he did, he realized he was not alone. In one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. His hand touched your chin and he tilted your head upward. Your lips was kissed by a greedy, hungry mouth. As his tongue danced past your lips, he smiled. Your mouth was filled with a warm woodsy flavor. Every tiny detail and secret spot was explored by his tongue.

Your arms encircled his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest as your lips met, brushing against his strong muscular body. There was nothing better than kissing Andy because he made you weak. Just in his kiss, he exuded the passion that lingered within his soul. The harder he pressed his body against yours, the harder he got. Your fingers ran through his soft hair, chuckling behind the kiss.

In one swift motion, he ran his fingertips along the center of your back, causing you to squirm against him. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss you along your shoulder, scraping the skin with his teeth. He began reaching down into your heated core, which he knew would be wet and inviting for him.

The deep lyrics of love spoke through touch or caress, the laceration of hearts was done with one glance. His glance.

Every muscle in your body stiffened in anticipation. What would he do to you next? "I can't take much more," you said softly, your voice trembling in the air, "I can't, Sir."

There was almost a pleading quality to your melody, as if you wanted to be pampered and taken care of. The soft skin of your thighs was brushed by his fingers. His quest led him to the location he had long desired. With his finger, he massaged your pussy, parting the folds. You were drenched. You were pushed back towards the mirror dresser by him.

A silky moan of pleasure escaped your lips as he explored between your thighs. His finger was even more teasing now that he had located your center of pleasure. A cold rush of air touched your backside as you backed up toward the dresser.

The blindfold still covered your eyes. At this precise moment, your body was on for him. Attempting to free his swollen cock, you grasped the front of his pants and fumbled with the buttons and fly. His gaze was fixed on every move you made as you struggled with his pants.

You were the beginning of his dance. He would have fun with you.

"Simply take it..." He took a deep breath in and he bucked his hips in a hard, deep thrust. During the shock, your throat let out a mumble. "I'll hold on until...I force you to come the way I want you to."

"Please—I…"

"You feel that," he said, kissing your lips and caressing your head. "You know how it feels,"

"Yes, sir." At his size, your throat tightened as you swallowed hard.

"Good…" Andy grinned as he wrapped your leg around his waist. "All I want is for you to come for me.."

He pounded inside you as he caressed your thigh. Two hands soon guided your hips, forming a fast rhythm. You let out a raucous mutter of contentment.

Male and female dancers need to be synchronized and have a strong romance. A male dancer controls the female's body while you move delicately around him. The way your body reacted to him hypnotized him. He can do whatever he wants and make you feel however he wants.

Pushing himself into you and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. As you tightened around him, he groaned under the kiss. He knew that you were probably feeling the pressure just as fast as he was. His lips tore away from yours, as he bent his head to bite at your neck.

Andy could feel you tightening around his throbbing cock. The grip he had on your neck stiffened as he moved faster. Feeling you at last. His throbbing cock continued to cause cum to leak out of your pussy while your moans grew louder.

Screaming loudly, you threw your head back. A sudden and intense orgasm nearly caught you off guard. You buried your nails deep into his skin as explosions erupted in your mind. He could feel your cum spilling over him, lubricating your entrance even more. You contracted and pulsed around him, trying to take the pleasure out of him.

In response to your orgasm, he slammed harder into your delicate body. Seeing you tighten around him and pulse hard, he groaned loudly. Almost coming there and then, he bit down on his lip hard. It wasn't yet time for him to stop fucking you. There was no way he was going to stop. By reaching up, he removed the blindfold from your eyes.

He looked at you. Your eyes were only half open, but you were filled with passion.

There is a sense of darkness in every moment when I close my eyes

There was something deeply moving about his ice blue eyes. You continued to feel aftershocks. The dressing room echoed with your moans.

With lust, he kissed your body gently and you closed your eyes again, this time looking into your blackness.

Despite working your whole life to get into this ballet company, everyone seems to work against you. The moment you met Andy, you were surrounded by girls who envied you. To make you the best in the world, he needed you to dance one for him to use as his canvas. Every night after your show, as he tells a story with your body, he stretches you.

It's the perfect time to tell you about a couple who fell in love after your performance, isn't it? And you did the same, taking your time to enjoy the sparks that ran through your veins while you held Andy's hand, the butterflies that filled your senses when he was holding your waist, the flush on your skin when his eyes were full of lust.

Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

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