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Pairing: Mob!Andy Barber x Mob!Reader

Word Count: 8.4k

Warnings: Angst, Unprotected Sex, Daddy!Kink, Adult Themes, Non Con, murder, slight description of murdered killers, misogyny, anti-men, cussing, slight fluff, dirty talk, spanking, semi public sex

A/N: Reupload from other blog.

Challenges: “I need you to want me too, not the other way around.” / “It’s always been you, and it’s always gonna be you.”

siris5ksoftdarkchallenge MOB!AU, Prompt: You catch the eye of someone dangerous. 6. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“ You’re joking, run the numbers again!” Running a hand down his face, the male waits for the other male to type in the numbers into the computer again. Hoping or practically willing for good numbers to return.

“ It’s the same answer boss, we lost a million in stock.” The lackey’s voice cracks slightly, not used to being yelled at because his boss never had to come to him personally. Usually, he tells one of his close henchmen the reports and avoids the chance of being murdered.

“ A million in stock, and about how many guys? 30? How are we gonna make that up huh? We need to get the product moving before the fucking FBI discovers it Hank!” It’s the third time this month they’ve been struck and not only that, new blood has moved into town. Taking up his product, pushing into marked territory and although most mafia leaders make their presence known, Andy had no idea who was behind this.

“ Mr. B-Barber please, I’m sure this is all a mistake.” Hank pleads, unsure of what to do since they wouldn’t get any product till next month. Millions of dollars lost and Andy isn’t pleased with losing easy money. It’s bad enough the FBI was starting an investigation thanks to some chick one of his guys fucked that was caught with contraband. Using her Fuck buddy as a scapegoat to get a lesser sentence in prison.

Of course, it’ll point to him but Andy needs to be several steps ahead of his enemies. “ If this was a fucking mistake, it’d be easy to fix Hank. Now you better find a way to recover millions by tomorrow or I’ll make you see Jesus.” Storming off from the room, Andy decides to head home. Needing a change of scenery for a bit, maybe get drunk.

His empire had a secure foundation and soon if millions more are lost, it’ll crumble underneath his feet. Sure, he was young and started late in the game but Andy was resourceful, cunning. He knew how to get rid of the competition, what words to say that would seal a deal, but this? This was beyond his skill set.

“ How’s your wife Clyde? Pregnancy going well?”

Clyde chuckled, taking his sip of the rich whiskey between them on the desk. “ Swell, you’ve been very helpful in getting the help she needs, a man can only do so much.”

The woman grins, sitting up straight in her leather chair as Clyde goes on about fatherhood. He was a man with tons of deaths on his shoulders, but at heart, was a family man. Putting them first before his own business and although it’s seen as weak she sees it as opportunity.

“ She doesn’t mind you working so much? Or are you cutting back as she draws closer to the due date?” It takes a lot of information to formulate the perfect plan and each one was crafted in a unique wrapping paper of sorts.

“ Oh, she does worry and I’ve been thinking about it seeing this is our first child but I’m unsure. What do you think?” Now’s her chance.

“ I’d hate to see your family in more danger, especially the little one. Perhaps some time off is best, as a woman I know it seems rather weak of us to express emotion, but it’s our strength Clyde. Your wife certainly loves you and would do so more if you dedicated all your time to her and the baby.” She places a hand on his, giving a warm smile and noticing the gears shifting in his head.

“ I’ll think about it but maybe it’s time to step back. Let others play for me while I warm the bench. You seem like a worthy candidate, with these achievements of yours.” He gestures to the certificates on the wall, showcasing her skill in various fields.

“ Why thank you, I certainly need to know a little of everything to survive in this world. Why don’t I have Isabel escort you out and address a gift basket to your home hm?” She rises to her feet, extending a hand out to shake his and wrap up their meeting. The very last one of the day and no doubt later than usual.

“ Oh that’s too kind, however my wife did say that if I saw you again to hook her up with another one of those sugar scrubs. She swears that it makes her skin glow.” He greets the woman’s assistant and heads out, speaking about how excited he is for his child.

Meanwhile the woman turned on her red bottom heel back into her office, deciding to pack up for the night.

The night was giving off an icy chill, but this dark coat would keep her warm. With the destination in mind being a bit of drive from the office, she had to endure the chills but once inside the factory, it was nothing but a flooding warmth with a fruity aroma.

“Ms. Y/L/N, good evening. Are you here for the reports?” A blonde questions, a bit nervous to speak to a higher up but nevertheless determined to do the job required.

“ Yes, has Tabitha got them ready for me? I’d like to take a closer look at tonight's package. Also, have the scrubs been transported to the right clients?” Her eyes scan over the machinery, females hard at work to get the product out which wasn’t that difficult of a process, why no one would suspect lowly housewives of a crime right?

“ Yes. Mrs. Rogers loves the coconut one we sent over and her husband wishes to add more stock.” The blonde follows the other woman as she heads to the board room.

“ Well he’s barely done the minimum we need sweetie, tell him I won’t add more stock. If he wants to be a big boy, he’s gonna have to work for it.” Her heels echo onto the concrete floor, enough for the pair to hear but not the workers below. Who’d be wrapping up the last batches by now no doubt, it was roughly seven pm right?

“ Right away Ma’am, I’ll get back to him soon as possible. Anything else you’d like to know?” Of course such courage would need to be mustered in order to speak with the male in question but this job required some sort of courage on the daily. The blonde would have to get used to it.

“ No, go ahead and have the factory close up. I’ll just be meeting with Tabitha alright?” Ms. Y/L/N states sweetly, pushing the doors open to see a woman with raven hair styled in a braided bun greet her.

“ Y/N, I see you got my message. Didn’t think you’d want to.” She spreads a couple papers out, photos of what was taken from a shipment actually.

“ Run the report, did we hit it?”

“ We got more than we bargained for, that’s obvious. Shipment is in a secure location, tomorrow’s morning delivery will be a breeze.” Tabitha smirked, seemingly pleased the plan went well and for who knows how long. It’s about time females show men who’s really the boss.

“ Good, now I know he’ll start up a plan. Track our next move but if we wanna hit him where it hurts, we gotta play it safe. These shipments will last us a good few weeks, but if we get more, plus with how fast we ship the product out, more money flows in. Let him stew in his thieving troubles for a bit.” Y/N looks at the photos again, a finger running down the face of one Andy Barber, the best mobster in town. For now at least.

“ What are you planning?” The other woman wonders, quirking up an eyebrow.

“ Something off the record, I think it’s time I play the special card don’t you think?” She offers a wink, seemingly putting the details together in her mind. After all, the best plan is done overtime.

“ You’re joking, I know you’ve got potential but that’s madness. No one’s ever gone that far.”

“Then I’ll be the first. I love beating records and proving others wrong.”

There’s a million thoughts rushing through his mind, a thousand other things that needed to be done but a break was well deserved at this point.

Though it’s all thrown out the window when he spots her, sliding down the pole in little to nothing as the music blared from the speakers. Her eyes on the audience but as Andy sat down to watch, flickered over to him. Shades of (y/e/c) taking in the sight, drowning him into her seductive abyss.

I've been goin' through some things (oh)

I struggle with my inner man (yeah, yeah)

I hustle, I'll do what I can to get this money

Blaq Tuxedo

Don Dada on the, Don Dada on the beat

Andy frequented this establishment, a den of sin that held a temporary oasis for him since his nasty divorce. Back when he wasn’t a man of violence and a lawyer, oh had those been the suckiest days of life. Struggling to do anything right but when you witness the way money comes in fast, and unconventionally, you just have to get a fucking taste. Andy just ended up chugging it down.

His gaze flickers back to the woman, who’s inched closer to the edge of the stage, one hand running down her middle while the other makes a V shape as a pink tongue flicks through the middle. Earning whistles and catcalls from the other men but Andy can tell she’s only focused on him.

Dropping to her knees, she whips her hair around, both hands running up to cup her breasts, mouthing the words.

Like you, like you

Like you, ooh

I found it hard to find someone like you

Like you, like you

Send your location, come through

He can’t help but shift in his seat, cock twitching at the sight of her nipples possibly straining against the flimsy fabric. So easy for him to tug aside and take into his mouth. Marking up her skin like a canvas, and his lips were the paint brush.

I can't sleep no more

In my head, we belong

And I can't be without you

Why can't I find no one like you?

I can't sleep no more

In my head, we belong

And I can't be without you

Why can't I find no one like you?

Walking down the stage, she slowly makes her way over to him, swaying her hips with every step. Stopping right before his spread legs, squatting down to run her hands up the firm muscle. Barely dodging his dick which was no doubt aching to be touched now.

Baby, we tried to fight it

We all been there some days

Thought I needed something else

And acted like I was okay

We just had to work it out

And baby, I needed space

Ain't nobody 'round here on your level

You're so far away

Flipping past the rolled up bills in his palm, Andy places a twenty in the lace cup of her top, smirking as she settles onto his lap. Her back pressed up to the male’s chest as she slowly grinds down on him. Head tossed back and teasingly biting down on his ear.

She’s coming off strong and the other men who were watching earlier had left, knowing not to mess with Andy Barber. Most who were husbands that couldn’t let their families get caught in a dirty scheme.

You're pouring your heart out

I'm acting like I knew

You held me so down

So down I never grew, oh

I tried to find out

When none of them came through

And now I'm stuck in the middle

And baby had to pull me out, oh

Gyrating her hips, the woman could feel his length hardening, poking her ass and stewing arousal through the thin material of her panties. “ How much for a private show honey?”

Oh she hadn’t anticipated for this to occur so easily, but if he insisted. “ $200, think you can afford it sir?”

“ You have no idea who I am don’t you?” He replies with a chuckle, trying so hard as to not touch. Though he was a, what many called a wolf, he couldn’t prey on the sheep in this place.

“ You’re the only one who’s caught my eye, that’s all that matters.”

“ Then what are we waiting for?” The $200 slipped into her panties, smirk curling at his lips as she chuckled.

“ One private show coming right up sir.”

Like you, like you

Like you, ooh

I found it hard to find someone like you

Like you, like you

Send your location, come through (yeah)

“ Now if I was told a stripper would be bouncing on my cock tonight, I’d say they were lying.” His fingers dug into her flesh, no doubt leaving bruises for tomorrow to see. “ But here you are, pretty lingerie left on the floor while Daddy ruins you.”

Lewd moans escape her parted lips as Andy fucks upward, spreading hickies all over her breasts. “ Who’s this cunt belongs to huh?”

She squeals when he smacks her ass, the sting mixing quite deliciously with the building euphoria. “ Y-You Daddy. You own my cunt.” Her hips move faster, nails digging into his shoulders. Had anyone said Andy was well endowed, the woman would have laughed.

“ That’s right, come on I know you can do a better job. These are sloppy seconds, show me why you deserve to cum.” Another swat to her asscheek had her moving faster, holding back a scream as his dick reached spots no one else had. Vision developed black spots as she crashed their lips together, acting solely in a lustful daze.

The sofa they sat on would break under their weight, creating a dent in the wall as the back kept hitting it. Luckily there were no mirrors here or she runs the risk of being watched but the loud music playing from the speakers might just give them enough privacy. At least she wants to cover all bases as possible.

Pulling her hair back, Andy growls while attacking her throat. Starved like a madman as he fucks all the frustration of the past few weeks into her core. Shipments had come in with no hassle but the last three were stolen again. It’s like whoever knew his schedule was always a step ahead. As the leading mobster in town, word tends to spread like wildfire and soon everyone else was starting to believe the Barber empire was starting to crumble.

Of course, he’ll put up a fight but this situation was strange. Usually there are key details, a clue here and there but this was cleaned up a little too much for his liking. It could be an inside job for all Andy knew, however this went beyond that. The timing is just too fucking impossible to nail every time, no matter how much Andy switched things up, the items were still lost.

“ That’s it, fucking take it.” His hand smacks her ass once more, the other still tugging her hair back as she whimpers. So close to the edge and yet Andy wouldn’t like it if she orgasmed without permission. “ You talked big game Kitty, and yet you’re such a needy whore for my cock. Look at you.” He lets out a dark chuckle before moving a hand down between their bodies, rubbing furiously at her clit until she comes apart. Screaming his name and marking up the backside of his body in various scratches. Some drawing blood and others just a hint of bumpy pink skin.

“ You’re so fucking tight, don’t think I loosened you up enough. Get up.” Lifting her off his dick with little to none gentleness, Andy stands to push her down on the couch, laid out length wise before towering over her smaller frame. “ Wish these places had better places to fuck but I’ll work with what’s here.”

No warning is given as Andy slides back home, merrily pounding away as she holds on for dear life. Chanting his name like a prayer.

“ Fuck, you’re never gonna be loosened up at this point. Come on honey, I know you have more in you. One more before I go.” His thumb rubs at her clit and the woman’s vision gets spotty once more. How is it that this male knew where to touch her? Make her body rip out orgasm after orgasm at his very command? It didn’t make much sense to her.

“ What a fucking mess,” As he spills into her core, Andy pulled out and watched his spunk ooze out of her abused cunt. “ Oh we can’t have that now can we?” His thumb runs through her folds, pushing his seed back in before bringing it to her lips. “ Not a single drop comes out, you hear me? Otherwise next time I see you, you’ll be bent over my knee with a sore ass. You don’t want Daddy to punish you do you?”

She’s unable to speak as he gets up to redress, watching her struggling to move or speak coherently. “ What a dumb baby, Daddy rocked your world huh? Well too bad he can’t stay for long, duty calls.” Fastening his belt, Andy smirks as she tries to sit up but fails miserably. Her back hitting the sofa cushions once more.

“ Thanks for the distraction honey.” He kisses her lips before taking off, satisfied for the night as she groans. Barely managing to reach her phone. Tucked under the couch in a safe spot where no one would notice.

“ Tabitha, I need an ice pack after my bath. Send Steve right away, I t-think I’m unable to walk straight for a bit.”

“ Oh I fucking—Y/N you lucky bitch. I’ll send him right away.” Tabitha hangs up, possibly screaming at this point but the woman just groans. Steve will bring extra clothes hopefully but it doesn’t help the fact that she needs to redress in the flimsy lingerie Andy mostly shredded. She could have charged for that but with lingerie, it’s never meant to last if you use it for shit like this. Especially with a man like him, they’ll be sure to ruin it for good.

“ You fucked him, Andy Barber, how did you do it?” Tabitha helps her sit up, knowing that even after a good night’s sleep the woman was still sore.

What she didn’t know was that his cum was oozing out of her and in the shower Y/N watched it trail down her leg. Not like Andy would have known and the deed was done, a one time situation.

“ Honestly, it felt natural, I did what any other stripper does for more money, it was too easy. I thought he’d be more guarded.” Y/N holds the ice pack to her core, groaning at the chill but knowing it would numb what the man had done.

“ Maybe you guys are meant for each other, that only happens when you find your match. One look and everything falls into place.” The other woman types away at her computer, missing how her boss rolled her eyes.

“ I don’t believe in that crap, in this field, there’s no room for romance. Everyone knows that.” And to try would make one look like a complete fool.

“ Well you haven’t had a boyfriend since grade school, that I remember. Everyone ignored you and yet you were the prettiest flower in the whole bunch.” Tabitha remembered the days before the mafia, trying to fit into societal norms.

“ Yeah, and the moment senior year came they realized I had what they wanted. Unfortunately I wouldn’t take sloppy seconds. I know my worth Tabs, and that’s not it.” Laying back against the sofa, her mind drifts to all those suitors who wanted her. Solely on physical attraction, they’ll never care for her personality. But with that curse, Y/N used it to her advantage. The one thing that’s driven this business off its feet and into the air.

Society places women under some stupid rule of being less capable, too emotional for any real responsibility and was better off doing what all housewives do, but Y/N’s here to change that.

Time and time again, she’s met with the same phrase,” I didn’t think you were able to do it.” Just because there was no dick in her pants doesn’t qualify her as the rotten of the bunch. Men think they can do it all but sometimes, they just can’t.

Here she picks up all the slack, covers more territory than they could gain in a year. Has alibi upon alibi and doesn’t boast on her success. Where many go wrong in trying to one up to each other, Y/N keeps her victories inside.

The only time Y/N can celebrate is when she finally takes over Andy’s empire. By then, she’d accomplish what no man ever could. Prove that once and for all, women weren’t weak.

“ We’ve gone out and investigated sir, none of those we suspected did it.” Thomas, a long trusted right hand had pretty much exhausted his resources in digging dirt about who could possibly be responsible for the missing product.

“ Not even Drysdale or Rogers?” Two men who’d try and take what belonged to him, one would use dirty tricks and the other used the law to his advantage. Guess when you pay off the cops, they forget why they became them in the first place.

“ T-That's the thing sir,” Thomas pulls out a manilla file, placing it before Andy on the desk. “ They’re dead, both found in different areas and hardly recognizable with their fatalities.”

As Thomas continues on what was found, Andy flips through, scanning over case files and images that would make some men puke. In this line of work, one needs to have a strong stomach.

“ Drysdale I’d expect, he’s rather reckless but Rogers? That man was practically a veteran in this game, the one man I couldn’t surpass so we negotiated. How’d he die?” Andy listens as Thomas explains a fire charred through the flesh but there was no reported incident at his estate. In fact it’s been left alone, no one has come to rob the place and his henchmen believed Rogers was on a business trip.

“ It’s strange sir, I tried looking into any phone calls and there’s not even a conversation that implied something was happening the week he left. Rogers never leaves unless necessary and he was actually expecting company. The accountant of his, but the guy's clean.” Andy sits back in his seat, trying to piece together this mystery, as a former lawyer, he’s building up a case. However, this isn’t a fight for justice anymore, the lines have been blurred since the government was corrupted.

“ And Drysdale?” Dare he asks, these murders are clearly brutal. “ Actually you know what, I want you to check into their enemies, it seems like they have a common one. Finding out what sick bastard is behind this means we can take back the city. Rogers and Drysdale may have been assholes but I’m out for blood.”

“ He knows.”

Y/N sips on her wine, looking at the view of the city from her office, keeping a back towards Tabitha.

“ How much time do we have?” She knew a body never stays buried and someone would find it, though Y/N wasn’t afraid. The traces of her presence were absent, in fact the woman touched the bodies and those that did were murdered. Now part of the compost in the soil they walked on.

“ Roughly three weeks, Barber’s not a tough cookie to crack. He’s looking for a war.” For this, Y/N turns around with a smirk.

“ Then let’s give him one, if Daddy wants to play then I’ll bring out the big guns. Meanwhile I believe I’ve got a private show to prepare for.”

Tabitha nodded, turning on her heel and getting ready to execute the order as Y/N headed over to lock up. After all, a woman has to dress the part and she’ll need to prepare ahead of time. For such dedication to detail the woman deserved an Oscar.

“ Andy!” Her nails claw down his back, gripping on for dear life as he bounces the woman on his cock.

“ Such a tight fucking cunt. I thought I loosened you up last time.” He growls, gripping her ass cheeks while fucking into the woman’s core. No doubt ruining the lace that would keep his cum from leaking down her thighs.

“ Not enough D-Daddy...” She loves this, the thrill of riding the cock of the big bad in town and also knowing that he has no idea who she really is. Oh such a secret was making her cunt squeeze him like a vice. Sending her into a lustful haze and when Andy came into the club just for her, oh it was all too perfect.

He’s just a mouse trying to get the cheese but completely unaware of the big cat looming over his shoulder. The evil gleaming in her eyes and secret agenda hidden behind the irises.

“ F-Fuck don’t slow down, so close.” She whimpers, knowing that such a pleasure like this was too good to ignore. Y/N may be a fucking actress but even she can’t deny the thickness of his cock, repeatedly hitting places no other man could before.

Places she had no idea existed.

“ Such a naughty little minx, you know out of all the pussy I’ve had, you’re the cherry on top. How do you do it?” They’re both nearing the edge and Y/N’s a bit taken aback by his question but masks it.

“ I’m just m-me. I should ask you that.” Truly, this man just enters a room and women throw themselves at his feet, and although Y/N could have played hard to get, it’s risky. There’s a chance Andy could actually develop feelings, disclose secrets no one else knew and he’ll easily put two and two together. Having sex behind a door, where he believes she’s just a regular stripper makes it easier to manage.

Timing is key and any slip up could ruin the whole plan. She needs this to be right on the bullseye.

When they finish, or at least when Andy had enough for the night, Y/N found herself secretly wishing it didn’t have to be like this. Their fates were sealed and in the end, only one can remain victorious.

When she takes a shower later, the woman watches his cum run down her legs. Heading for the drain and laughs, softly at first before getting louder. How silly it is to have been wanting a fucking love affair, in a world like this? It doesn’t exist, marriage only happens out of convenience, people just don’t wanna admit it. Dying with someone else is better than doing it alone, that’s why they stick together till the end.

Y/N’s watched her parents separate and it’s really eye opening when you’re young. Once her mother died, all that mattered was that she needed tough skin. For her funeral, the girl didn’t shed a single year, father believing his daughter was somehow broken. Taking her to therapy, getting some fucking shrink to dissect what was going on in her brain. And for years to come, it was one after the other. Y/N just didn’t budge and those who knew her secrets died later on. After all, her father boasted about a strong son, wanting to hand over the business and saying he had to be merciless.

With Y/N being his only heir, she embodied what he wanted, proved him wrong and continues to do so even if he passed on. As he watched from the depths of hell at the monster created by his very own hands.

Oh she was Daddy’s Little Monster alright.

“ What the hell is this?” Andy’s still wearing his pajamas as he enters the foyer, seeing his guards all in the same room, one’s gesturing to the duffel bag that’s battered and if Andy takes a deep inhale stinky.

“ This just arrived sir, we don’t know how long it’s out there but you might want to take a look.” Thomas practically gags as Andy had stepped forward and pulled the zipper down, revealing the contents inside.

“ Is that...”

“ Yeah, it’s him.” Thomas has to look away, seeing the male he once knew now in bits made him sick. The precision and accuracy that the killer had only made it worse. “ Hank was seen just an hour ago, just spoke to him on the phone. We went to his place and it’s got nothing. No forced entry or neighbors stating anything suspicious. Although they did hear a voice. Later we found out his girlfriend came home early and found him, first yelling and being threatening before finding his body.” There had been no other leads and the mysterious thing of all was that Hank was a pretty strong guy, could take down the Hulk if he wanted but to be this, dead and cubed was just shocking. More and more people are dying, Andy’s positive that the murderer will try and come for him. For now they got a warning, but he’ll be increasing security.

“ Get Forensics on this, I wanna know his time of death. Send a team to his house and check the security cameras, there’s always some fucking clue.”

“ Y/N!”

The woman in question puts down her duffel, wiping the sweat off her brow. Turning to see Tabitha coming in hot.

“ What the hell! I thought we had agreed upon getting Thomas!” Tabitha’s eyes are glossy, body practically shaking as she starts to scold her boss. “ Hank was supposed to be alive!”

“ I changed my mind, Hank would have made Andy start to lose control faster, Thomas is still useful to us.” Pulling the gloves off, Y/N tucked them away in her pockets.

“ Us? When has this ever been about us Y/N, it’s always been you.” Tabitha takes a step closer, standing tall. “ You worked your way to the top, I didn’t, you used me to get there yes, but this has never been an us in this. I told you Andy was risky, because as your friend I’m worried about the greed getting to your head. Sadly, I was too late.”

Tabitha never asked for much; when they first started seven years ago the woman stated that being in the background was best. What they accomplished should be a win for them both, doubling the benefits. However in recent years, the woman had noticed Y/N was straying away, only motivated by personal gain. Turning into the one monster that she resented so much, her father.

“ Please, greed isn’t the issue here. You’re corrupted by a man who would have tossed you aside for someone better.” Y/N makes a mental note of where her gun is, granted it’ll have to be a deep cleaning on the floor but people can keep a secret if they want to live. “ Men are the root of all problems against women! Just cause he had a great stroke game you’re gonna throw it all away!”

Y/N scoffed as Tabitha tried to hold back tears. They swore over this, no men would get in between them but it looked like Tabitha had slipped up. “ I loved him, I wanted to leave this life, he did too. It’s not meant for us, I wanna have a family Y/N.”

“ Oh please don’t give me that bullshit.” Y/N ought to be hurting, feeling regret over her actions but the woman could not build up a guilty conscience for the rage that was bubbling underneath the skin trying to take control. “ There’s no room for a family, the world’s fucking overpopulated! Do you know that there are orphanages? Kids waiting for a better future but get abused in the system? No, you didn’t. Your fucking selfishness for wanting a baby blinded you to the harsh reality. Well here it is Tabitha,” Y/N pulls out her gun, aiming it at the other woman before pulling the trigger. “ It’s a cruel world out there and you’re on your own. No family is gonna cover up the blood on your hands.”

Tabitha gasps, coughing up blood as the bullet pierces a lung, eyes widened as Y/N cocks the gun again. “ You made a promise to me, and now that you’ve broken it, you deserve a slow death.” Y/N kicks the woman in the face as she falls down, knocking a couple teeth out with her heeled boot. “ No wonder you’re so against coming for Andy, for all I know you could have been a double agent but he’d have killed me sooner.”

As she bleeds out, Y/N steps over her corpse and squats down, a snarl on her lips. “ There’s no room for screw ups in this world Tabitha, and love doesn’t exist. Especially when it can’t save you from a wound so deep.” Rising to her feet, Y/N delivers the final bullet into the woman’s chest and scoffs as the blood touches her face. Using a napkin to wipe it off.

Now two kills in one night was a stretch but Y/N had to bury the body and fast. The process of decomposition already began.

“ Sir, you’re gonna wanna look at this.” Thomas hands Andy a paper that he gathered on Hank’s background, whatever was salvaged as the male covered up his tracks well. Paranoid that something may happen and used different ways to cut the audio in phone calls so it can’t be traced.

“ Is this his girlfriend?” Andy swore the girl was recognizable, she wasn’t some stranger but Hank never brought her around.

“ Yeah, Tabitha Sterling, works in a diner but wasn’t reported missing by anyone. I went to her place and it’s swiped clean of evidence. The house hasn’t been touched in three months it seemed. There’s white sheets covering the furniture.”

Three months, that’s basically how long the random attacks have been going on for, maybe a little longer. Only recently have they been a bigger hit but smaller ones were occurring before. But Andy knew a woman couldn’t be behind it, however Hank could have very well been used as a source to find out information. After all, whoever was on the rise in the mafia, their identity wasn’t known. Not even a gender. Those that supposedly worked for them were hired by an anonymous buyer.

“ Get a background check on Tabitha here. I wanna know when she started dating Hank, what’s in her house and who she knows. I think our killer has slipped up.” About time because they were so precise and this one body potentially gave them away.

Y/N wipes the sweat off her brow, standing at the cliff’s edge as the waves crashed below.

Tabitha may be dead but her words were circulated within, haunting Y/N of a bitter truth the woman didn’t even want to believe. Sure, the goal was to be the daughter who’d be better than the son her father never had, but had that goal been a false one? Perhaps the lines became blurred as Y/N inches closer to her goal.

However, it’s so close, arm’s length and quitting would mean the hard work would be wasted. The body count the woman acquired wouldn’t signify any gain.

As she drove away, the woman decided that if this were to be done, it’s throwing all cards on the table. There’s no going back from this.

ONE WEEK LATER

Andy looks at the clock, awaiting for those doors to open, knowing it would be his cue to put on a game face. After all, tonight he’s playing bait in a cruel game of cat and mouse.

Dressed in a crisp suit, the mob boss stands tall as his men wait by his side. Guns ready to pull out should the killer reveal themselves tonight.

Hosting a gala wasn’t planned out months before, but with the death of Drysdale and Ransom, along with Hank the clock was ticking. For now, the male could mask it as a party to celebrate their legacy within the mafia but hold a secret agenda. The invitations were sent out last Monday to everyone in town, whether their properties were minimal or vast almost to his own.

To further blend in, he has the town’s nymph on his arm, shining brightly in her black gown of silk. Smile worth a million dollars, looking nothing like she did before.

“ Nervous honey?” He whispers in her ear as she takes a deep breath.

“ Always, I’m not one of them. What if they expose me?” The woman replies, staring blankly at the door, knowing that tonight was going to be a big one.

“ That you work to survive? Nothing scandalous about stripping on a pole, they’re the ones who keep showing up right? So who are they to judge.” He notes how she visibly rolled her eyes at his words, confused as to why but didn’t question it further.

“ The elite always look down on someone who’s background differs from their own, even in the slightest. Now I may not have been born with a golden spoon in my mouth but at least I had a utensil. There are those who have nothing.” Her back stiffens as Andy moves a bit, trying to take her words in.

“ Should they cause problems, Thomas will escort them out. You are a guest here and I expect to see you treated as such.” His lips curl into a soft smile as she gazes up at him, though it’s like a flicker of something through her pupils. Something dark it seemed but Andy brushed it off. Couldn’t mean anything, or she just knew that this night would end in her favor. Not that he’d protest.

As the double doors opened, all eyes were on the couple as they descended down the steps up ahead in unison. Andy’s surprised that Y/N or Kitty, to him, knew what she was doing, and for someone who didn’t grow up this way, a little too well. Perhaps it really was watching those theater plays that supported her now.

“ Andy Barber and a girl? Has the cold bastard settled down?” A male says, smirking as he takes Y/N’s hand and places a kiss.

“ Don’t take my girl Winchester, she’s not up for grabs.” He scolds but Y/N giggles.

“ Andy’s a sweet man, I could never betray him for another.” She looks back to give him a soft smile and Andy eases his mind. Sweet man, seriously is he getting soft or just friendly as his cheeks slightly darken?

“ Maybe he’s just pussy whipped, a gal like you is sure to make the boys go wild.” Winchester says, grinning like a Cheshire Cat as she laughs.

“ Oh you’ve got no idea.” She replies with a sly smirk, ignoring how Andy frowned slightly. What did she mean by that? He thought mentioning her job was a bad idea and so was mingling with the Elite. Something wasn’t adding up here, that or he’s overthinking.

Andy’s been by her side all night and Y/N’s done her best to play the game of the plus one. Noting that he was uneasy with how she mingled and the perfect excuse was already rolled out. “ You gave me some confidence so I’m just winging it, can’t be too hard right? I don’t want to give you a bad reputation.” To which he seemed to buy but Y/N knew that the night had to end soon. Her next move had to count, and with Tabitha dead there’s not room for a small mistake. Even as for a moment she separated from him, claiming it was to catch a waiter with a tray of champagne but had chosen to survey the room. Glass in hand as she sipped quietly in observance.

“ Andy finally stopped acting like a barnacle and left you all alone, sweetheart?” The whiskey voice brings the woman away from her thoughts, practically scoffing at this man’s boldness. Did he have to make a move?

“ I simply wish to drink in silence.” Y/N replies, sipping on her drink as Andy is busy mingling with a group of businessmen from the East side of town. She recognizes the short raven haired one, a man with less wealth of her and Andy combined.

“ It’s pretty noisy here, besides if you wanted silence there’s hallways to slip into,” Winchester’s hand grazes down to her ass, squeezing the flesh in a handful. “ Perhaps I could give you company as well.”

Swatting his hand away, Y/N chuckled. “ You honestly think you could handle a woman like me? No darling, I’m out of your league.” Just as she walks away, Winchester grins.

“ Andy can’t either, especially when he can’t see a little thief under his nose. You really did a number on him huh?”

Y/N’s body tensed, eyes widening for a moment before closing. Turning on her heel to face Winchester again. “ If it’s a theft of heart, then yes I did do a number on him, but anything else I’d never do.”

“ Oh you really think I’m that stupid. I know your game sweetheart. Thinking to seduce him for money? That’s a low, even for a stripper.” Winchester moves closer, pleased to see he’s got the woman in a bit of a pickle. “ Why the hell would you scam him for money, not like you need 10 million but perhaps there’s something more to this picture.”

As he rambled on, her eyes glanced to Andy, who’s glaring right now but seeing the panic in her body language starts making his way over. “ I don’t want his money, and I don’t have to justify my actions to you.” Though Winchester had the wrong story here, it’s not far from the truth. She does want to take something from Andy but it’s more valuable than money. Yet Y/N’s not about to correct him.

Before he can deliver another line, Andy grabs Y/N’s hand. “ Come on, we haven’t danced Kitty.” The pair made their way to the dance floor, both frowning slightly.

“ What did he tell you?” The mobster questioned, looking at Y/N with cold eyes.

There’s no reason to lie but the truth would make him suspicious. Then again, taking too long to answer would do so as well. Answer Y/N! “ He knew I was a stripper and figured I was in this for the money.” Her eyes trail to everyone else who danced, her feet doing the work to follow along without needing special guidance.

“ Well are you?” Andy barked, startling a few guests and Y/N scoffs, pulling away from him. So much for wanting to turn this in her favor, unless....

“ I might as well be, I’ve clearly overstayed my welcome.” She storms off the dance floor, holding up her skirt with haste while finding the exit. This gala was a bad idea to host, and Andy’s too paranoid it seemed. What had she done to make him question her loyalty.

Just as the exit is finally spotted, footsteps begin to approach and the goal is never reached as she’s pushed up against the wall. Lips crashing onto her own as rough hands pin her hands up above them. “ I-I’m sorry Kitty.”

Y/N doesn’t shed a tear, feeling no sad bone in her body but knew a proper reaction was needed at most. “ Are you? That wasn’t nice.” Her brows knit together as lips turn downward into a slight pout.

“ I am,” Tilting her chin up to meet his gaze, Andy kisses her once more. “ Things at work suck and I’ve been holding it in.” The mobster moves his hand to cup her cheek, giving a sad smile. “ Seeing you with Winchester made me see red, never felt that way before but maybe it’s a sign.”

Y/N gasped, not meaning to but pushed him away. This wasn’t supposed to happen, Andy wasn’t—“ Kitty, I know we haven’t known each other for long but I care about you a lot. Please say you do too.”

Killing him now isn’t satisfying, it’s too easy with a confession like this. Question is, would it be obvious to reveal who she was now with hundreds just a couple feet away or wait.

It’s hard to make an alibi for a party so Y/N had to get Andy out, same as Ransom and Rogers. “ Let’s take a vacation. I’m worried if we stay longer you’ll go nuts.” She turns back around, grim with no tears but it’s enough for Andy to buy.

“ Sounds like a bad idea Kitty, we need to stay here.”

“ So you can yell at me again? Fine, if we can’t take a vacation at least a drive? Get some fresh air because I’m not going back to the party.” Genuinely Y/N felt disgusted by Winchester and if he did so much as breathe the woman would consider double murder.

“ Why don’t we take a drive now? Sick of this fucking party anyways,” And his plan has to go in motion, if he leaves surely whoever is behind all the madness would show up.

“ Fine, can i get my purse though? It’s upstairs in your office.” She dashes before being told yes, finding her way back up the home and once inside the office, is aware of the cameras in place. Putting a bug in here would be impossible but all she has to do is drop something.

“ Keys, wallet, wait where is my lipgloss?” Y/N pretends to look around, slipping the lipgloss on the floor just out of view for the camera shot and places the bug somewhere hidden. Standing back up the woman grins at finding her lip gloss. And earlier when coming in, her bag did fall so that now made sense if anyone looked back.

The handgun, concealed inside, was safe and tonight, it might as well be used.

“ You were blending in tonight pretty well.” Andy says, one hand on the wheel as they drove towards the ocean cliffs, knowing there’s a nice spot out there to just chill out at. She was right about him being an ass, when your life is in danger you tend to act out in response.

“ Really? I tried selling the part but that guy, he was a creep.” She looked out the window, smelling the salt in the air already and the glass was up. There’s no mistaking it, Y/N couldn’t even recall when she last took a break.

“ Yeah, sorry about that. I didn’t realize it would happen but you held your own out there. Proud of you.” His right hand rests at her thigh, squeezing gently and Y/N has to ignore the fresh arousal going to her panties. This wasn’t supposed to happen but alas the body has a mind of its own.

Finally, Andy reaches a clearing and parks just a couple feet away from the cliff’s edge, opening the door for Y/N. “ Come on, the view is killer.”

Oh if that wasn’t the fucking truth.

In heels, Y/N balances on the dirt as they walk. Her purse is still being held for easy access and he doesn’t question it. “ Can I be honest for a moment?”

His request caught her off guard but Y/N nodded, wondering what he’d say.

“ I don’t know how you did it, but for some reason you’re always in my thoughts. Or at least lingering while I manage my crazy lifestyle. I can’t stop thinking about you.” He looks back at her, a soft smile on his lips and she can’t help but do the same.

“ I had been in love once before but maybe, I’m in it again. Or I’m just addicted to the way you feel, but damn it Kitty, there’s something I wanna know.” He takes a step closer to her, moving his thumb to caress her cheek. “ I need you to need me too. Not the other way around. Can you do that?”

Y/N’s confused, giving him a pout. Had she not shown enough affection? “ I do. It’s you, it’s always gonna be you.” And right when those words are spoken, she crashes her lips to his. Recalling in that fresh smell of mint, possibly from the gum he’d chew angrily as he watched her dance in the club. “ You’re the reason.”

And what should have been heartfelt came dread. “ And for that, I have to stop this.” Quickly she slips the gun into her hand, aiming for his chest as the sound blared into the air. Putting an annoying ring in her ears as it fired, followed by a gasp. “ I’ve been told a woman isn't capable of doing what men can and boys can bring so many opportunities if one knows where to put the first step.”

Andy clutches his chest, stumbling back and trying to reach for his own weapon but she holds up the spare with her free hand,dangling it before him. “ Men always take what they want and give nothing in return. You think a woman will ever forget the day you betray her? No, they won't, love.”

The other gun slipped into her handbag, tossed to the floor as Y/N fired another bullet into his chest. “ I almost fell for you, but in this world, there’s no room for romance. It’s a living nightmare and Andy, I just need to get to the Boogeyman’s throne.” Another bullet is fired and Andy wheezes, trying to stand but as the last step is made, loses his footing. Falling off the cliff’s edge and Y/N watches him crash down below. Swallowed by the massive waves of salt and darkness.

Not a tear is shed, and Y/N only smirks. This hasn’t been the ending she anticipated but did it feel good.

Finally, a world where women are on top, no longer taking shit from a man is where one ought to be. In fact, Y/N wanted more out of this, get rid of men everywhere. Drive them out but keep some for population control.

She watches as her own crew shoot the rest of the guests at Andy’s Manor, even Winchester, who she gladly would have shot up with the same kill used on Andy. A Cheshire grin on her face while doing so. Demanding that either those women fall in line or suffer the same fate, because now Y/N runs this town.

And she’ll be damned if it went to complete waste.

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roamwithahungryheart · 3 years

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If It Pleases the Court...

Hi all! Here's a little something I wrote for the @whisperlullaby 700 Follower Challenge. Of course, it's Andy Barber. A courtroom drama with a pinch of smut. And yes, I used a case from an episode of The Good Wife and made a few tweaks - there's only so many times a gal can write what she knows before it gets boring, so I thought I'd spice things up a bit.

Hope you enjoy it!

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Word count: 1,000

Warning(s): Light smut, regardless 18+ ONLY

Silence fell upon the small, sparsely-populated courtroom on a grey Wednesday afternoon. Andy Barber was in the middle of a stand-off with Neal Loguidice. Neal was notoriously difficult to work with and, as many judges in Middlesex County came to learn, Andy’s sworn enemy.

“Your Honor, this is a simple case of harassment. ADA Loguidice failed to convict Jesse Fowler on GBH charges and is now going after his lawyer as retribution.”

A few members of the jury shifted in their seats. Others leaned forward as though they were watching a television show, every new piece of information like a plot twist they never expected.

“In your opinion?” Judge Stirling harrumphed, flicking a page of the docket in front of him.

“Excuse me?” Andy raised his chin slightly. “Yes, in my opinion. He's trying to subvert the Sixth Amendment right to counsel.”

“Mr. Barber’s bias is showing. He can’t stand the fact that he’s going up against me and I have sufficient evidence to run his case into the ground. He’s trying to light a fire here, Your Honor.” Neal cut in, clearing his throat.

“Mr. Loguidice, this is a courtroom, not a playground.”

Neal scratched the back of his neck, the fingers of his other hand twitching. He was clearly irritated.

Andy’s partner Joanna Klein shot him a sly grin. They knew he was going to play games. He always did. And they would never let him win. Joanna gave Andy a subtle nod and he stood, ready to address the court. He kept his eyes forward, but he could feel Neal’s burning into him right down to the bone.

You’d never seen Andy like this. So dominant. His composure was almost regal. You felt heat growing inside you and squeezed your thighs together, biting your lip as you watched him work. You couldn’t help but wonder if this was intentional. He turned, searching for you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. Of course it was. You mouthed a discreet ‘wow’ and his lips twitched, fighting a smirk.

“Your Honor, the prosecution's evidence is thin at best. Generic carpet fibers found on Celia Grant’s body, access to a witness list. ADA Loguidice has shown no evidence of a primary suspect.”

“In your opinion.” Judge Stirling repeated slowly.

“Yes, Your Honor, I'm sorry.” Andy leaned against his desk, his free hand extending towards Neal. “I thought it was obvious. When I speak, it's my opinion, and when he speaks, it's his.”

“Mr. Barber, all I ask is that you remind yourself and the court that it is in fact your opinion.”

“Your Honor, Neal Loguidice was one of four people to hold the witness list that was sealed under a court order. The carpet fibers that were found came directly from ADA Loguidice's law firm. He was the only one with anything to gain if Celia Grant’s name got out. Which it did.” Andy rested a hand on his hip and exhaled in frustration. “This is a vindictive prosecution and should be treated as such.” He paused. “In my opinion.”

His voice was laced with a venom that shot right into your veins and you were instantly addicted, a raw, primal need for him coursing through you.

“The court disagrees, Mr. Barber, and orders pre-trial detention.” Judge Stirling shuffled his papers and sat back in his chair.

Andy’s eyes widened in disbelief. He approached the bench with thunderous strides. “Loguidice was holding on to this key discovery evidence for weeks, Your Honor, lying to this court about its very existence.”

Neal followed, attempting to broaden himself by puffing out his chest. “Mr. Barber is working with old information, in our opinion.”

“Objection.” Andy almost spat. Joanna coughed behind him as both a distraction and a warning.

“I'll accept. Continue, Loguidice.”

“Thank you. I would like to-” Neal’s head turned rapidly as Andy interrupted.

“Excuse me, Your Honor, I objected.” Andy raised a hand and widened his stance.

“Yes, I know, Mr. Barber, and I accepted Mr. Loguidice's evidence.”

“Yes, but you failed to rule.”

“My ruling is implicit, Mr. Barber. Now, sit down.”

Andy shook his head and gripped the side of the bench, knuckles beginning to turn white. “No, it isn't, Your Honor. I will sit down when you rule.”

“Would you like to be held in contempt, Mr. Barber?”

“No, I would not, Your Honor, but I would like a ruling on my objection.”

“You are trying my patience.” Judge Stirling sighed, chin in his palm, index finger rubbing against his lips as he considered Andy’s request.

“I know. And you’re trying mine by refusing to rule.” Andy was pacing the floor now. “Your Honor, I was surprised in reviewing your past court cases how often you encouraged lawyers to move on without actually ruling, conveniently avoiding having your non-rulings overturned on appeal.” He faced the jury. “In my opinion.”

A brief, stunned murmur.

Andy continued. “I want a ruling. This evidence is necessary for our prosecution.”

“A conviction is necessary for your prosecution.” Only the hum of the AC broke the tension in the room. “Mr. Barber, may I remind you that the outcome of this case is my decision. You are in my court, and you will obey my rules. We will reconvene in fifteen minutes. Perhaps by that time you will have calmed down.”

With court in recess, you slipped out into the hallway. Andy was slumped against the wall, eyes downcast, scrolling through his phone.

“I’m sorry,” you dipped your head, attempting to catch his eye “are you Andy Barber?”

He laughed and stuffed his phone in his pocket, eyes finally meeting yours. “The one and only.”

“Who was that back there? I’m impressed.”

“You are?” Andy’s lips quirked up.

“Yeah,” you leaned in, your voice soft and low “and kinda horny.”

“Oh yeah?” His chest brushed against yours as he pressed his lips close to your ear. “We’ll have to do something about that later.”

“I look forward to it.”

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sweeterthanthis · 3 years

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'Quote Me On It' Masterlist

A collection of fics written for my 'Quote Me On It' 6k Challenge 🖤

Check out these amazing authors and their wonderful creations! Thank you, truly, from the bottom of my heart for contributing to this challenge 🖤

*Please read the warnings listed in each individual fic*

♡ Peaches and Cream by @river-soul

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ We Know by @saidrolav

Sam Wilson x Reader

♡ A Promise by @there-goes-thefighter

Brock Rumlow x Coulsons Daughter OC

♡ Underwater by @sweetlyscared

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

♡ Love Potion by @thewildthorberrys

Thor x Reader

♡ The Massage by @jimmypagesandbrianmayshair

Sam Wilson x Reader

♡ Crossed Oceans Of Time by @lucisfavoritedemon

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ Charity Case by @dollslayer

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ His by @thefanbasewhore

Biker!Bucky x F!Reader

♡ Glimpse by @kleohoneyao3

Ghost!Bucky x Reader

♡ The Blood Queen by @little-diable

Knight!Chris Evans x Queen!Reader

♡ Decisions by @uncensored-steve-the-platypus

Andy Barber x Reader

♡ Honeymoon by @iillicitarts

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

♡ I Put A Spell On You by @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

♡ If Only You Didn't Have To Forget by @band--psycho

Klaus Mikaelson x Reader

♡ All Dark, No Stars by @boxofbonesfic

Werewolf!Bucky x Reader

♡ A Leap of Faith by @gwenavibra

Tom Holland x Reader

♡ What A Lie by @bemine-bucky

Andy Barber x Reader

♡ Golden Boy by @buckyssimp

Virgin!Steve Rogers x Experienced!Reader

♡ Feel Me by @navybrat817

Chris Beck x F!Reader

♡ Permission by @silver-pieces

SoftDark!Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ Want To Bet On It? by @ladyfallonavenger

Lee Bodecker x F!Reader

♡ Boogie Nights by @tuiccim

Bucky Barnes x Innocent!Reader

♡ When Daddy's Not Around by @cockslut-padalecki

DBF!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

♡ Deals & Decisions by @my-divine-death

Demon!Ransom x F!Hunter!Reader

♡ My Dark Angel by @angrybirdcr

Curtis Everett x F!Reader

♡ Tainted Love by @gogolucky13

Pornstar!Bucky x Pornstar!Reader

♡ From The Outside by @slothspaghettiwrites

Andy Barber x Bottom!Reader

♡ Informal Affairs by @dreamlessinparis

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Mob!F!Reader

♡ Not A Day Without You by @waywardbaby

Dean Winchester x Reader

♡ Had No Need To Fight by @howdoyousleep3

Alpha!Steve Rogers x GNOmega!Reader

♡ Promise by @romancherry

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ The Fucker by @the-iceni-bitch

Lance Tucker x Female!Reader

♡ Forever by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ This Or That by @chrissquares

Jake Jensen x Female!Reader

♡ Here With Me by @barbersbrat

Rachel Gatina x Latina!Reader x Andy Barber

♡ Who The Hell Is Bucky? by @payperhearts

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ Hanging Out by @americasass91

Ransom Drysdale x Reader

♡ Fated by @labella420

Steve Rogers x F!Reader

♡ Dreams Do Come True by @saiyanprincessswanie

Steve Rogers x Reader

♡ Jamie by @19ana45

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

♡ The Second Coming by @gotnofucks

Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Parker x Reader

♡ Miscalculations by @christywantspizza

Ransom Drysdale x F!Reader

♡ What You Need by @there-must-be-a-lock

Bucky Barnes x Reader

♡ Coercive Notions by @sadachmesarthim

VeryDarkAbusive!Steve x Bucky (Take the warnings extremely seriously, please.)

#quotemeonit6kchallenge #thor x reader #steve rogers x reader #bucky x reader #brock rumlow x reader #sam wilson x reader #dark!stucky

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onsunnyside · 3 years

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❝ 𝑊𝑂𝐶!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟/𝑃𝑙𝑢𝑠 𝑆𝑖𝑧𝑒!𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝐹𝑖𝑐 𝑅𝑒𝑐 𝐿𝑖𝑠𝑡❞

☀︎︎ 𝐒𝐎𝐋 - ◉ 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐍

Honourable author mentions below! *New fics added! - #Galore Update*

Organized by person/character.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Chris Evans:

@afriendlyblackhottie - [masterlist] - black!reader fics

@crackheadgeminibby - mother’s day - black!reader

@fineanddandy - Can I Come Over? - black!reader, secret relationship

@geniedetails — The Way He Sees You - black woman!actress!reader x dark!chris evans

@pastelastronomy24 - Noted - college!chris evans x POC! plus size!reader

@punani - the fluffer (masterlist) - 70′s pornstar!chris evans x black!reader

@xxindiglow - Superstar - plus size!black reader

Steve Rogers:

@buckysbruni - dreams, piercings & other pleasures - special agent!steve rogers x black!reader

@donutloverxo - Corrupting a good boy - steve rogers x desi!reader

@fineanddandy -

Sore Loser - nomad!steve x black!superhero!reader

Waves Series - neighbours, nomad!steve x black!reader x thor

@honeydulcewrites - Guys My Age - landscaper!steve, steve rogers x black!reader

@ilovefandoms102 - Going to Bed - nomad!steve x plus size!reader

@jamalflanagan - Cap vs the Grey Sweats

@jimblejamblewriting - Falling For The Captain - black/woc!reader, alternative universe!reader, avenger!reader

Ransom Drysdale:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Powerpuff - plus size!reader

@astrohnova - Are you filming this? - latina!camgirl!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - strawberry shortcake - model!ransom drysdale × black/woc! actress!reader

Ari Levinson:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Fallen - black!reader

@fineanddandy -

[Let’s Be Roomies] [Baby Girl…] - black!reader, roommates

Pesky Neighbor - rocker!ari

@avintagekiss24 - polar - black!reader

Frank Adler:

@afriendlyblackhottie -

Crush

In Like

Tease - Car Mechanic!Frank

@avintagekiss24 - Appearances

Curtis Everett:

@afriendlyblackhottie - Safe and Sound - black!reader

Johnny Storm:

@blackmissfrizzle - Lovers and Friends - friends to lovers

"Me":

@fineanddandy - [Back Rooms] [Fifteen Minutes] - punk!Me x black!reader

Jake Wyler:

@strawbeariefaerie - button eyed. - other!jake wyler x black//woc reader, caroline crossover

Harvard Hottie (Hayden):

@evansweaters - bookends. - black!reader, college au, fluff

@strawbeariefaerie - museum melodrama - black//woc fem!reader, fluff

Bucky Barnes:

@avintagekiss24 - belated - mob au, black!reader

@wkemeup - The Bad Days - plus size!reader

Crossovers:

@avintagekiss24 -

[Paper] [Power] - ransom drysdale x black!reader x andy barber

We Loved With a Love That Was More Than Love - gang bang/multiple sex partners m/m/m/m/m/f, cult-like gathering, cult rituals, steve rogers x black!reader ; minor pairings: andy barber x black!reader, sam wilson x black!reader, ransom drysdale x black!reader, bucky barnes x black!reader

@saint-bvcky - to have & to hold - andy barber x bi!woc!reader, ransom x bi!woc!reader

@strawbeariefaerie - As if! - dad's best friend!ari levinson x reader, ft. boyfriend!jake wyler × [black//woc]fem!reader

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

ও Honourable Author Mentions:

For WOC!Reader and plus size!reader fics — I recommend checking out these authors:

@afriendlyblackhottie - masterlist

@avintagekiss24 - masterlist

@strawbeariefaerie - masterlist

@honeydulcewrites - masterlist

@jimblejamblewriting - masterlist

@punani - masterlist

#woc!reader #plus size!reader #woc!reader fic rec #plus size!reader fic rec #fic rec #fic reccomendations #fic recs #author rec #poc!reader #poc!reader fic rec #fic recommendations #poc!reader masterpost #poc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterlist #woc!reader masterpost

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doubleleoenergy · 3 years

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🔥 = Smut

MARVEL

Cool for the Summer 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - parentsbestfriend!Steve Rogers x fem!reader x parentsbestfriend!Natasha Romanoff | The Agency’s Writing Challenge via: @agentofbarnes

Fire & Desire 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - sub!Sam Wilson x dom!fem!Reader

Jealousy, Jealousy 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - sub!Steve Rogers x dom!fem!Reader | Maneater Writing Challenge via: @navegandoaciegas

My Oh My 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - alpha!Bucky x fem!Reader

Medusa 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - Medusa!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader | Greek Mythology Writing Challenge via: @faeryloki

ii. Medusa 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - Medusa!Natasha Romanoff x fem!Reader | Sequal to the one above

So Pretty 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - nomad!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader

The Chain 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - Steve Rogers x Reader | BuckyBlues 4K Writing Challenge via: buckyblues

Whatever You Like 🔥 (18+ ONLY) - sugardaddy!Sam Wilson x latina!fem!Reader

NON-MARVEL

Bad Habits 🔥 (18+ ONLY) | Lee Bodecker x fem!Reader

Daddy Issues 🔥 (18+ ONLY) | Grayson Dolan x fem!Reader

Angels and Demons (18+ ONLY) - Rafe Cameron x fem!Reader

i. Wasted

ii. 23

iii. Friends

iv. Heaven and Back

v. Angels

vi. Church

vii. Beauty in Death

viii. Empty

ix. Slow Down

Blue Bayou (18+ ONLY) - Sam Wilson x fem!Reader

i; Blue Bayou

ii; Blue Bayou

iii; Blue Bayou 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

iv; Blue Bayou 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

v; Blue Bayou

vi; Blue Bayou

Lolita (18+ ONLY) - bestfriendsdad!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

i. Summer Bummer

ii. Serial Killer

iii. Cola 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

iv. Lolita 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

v. Off to the Races 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vi. Burning Desire 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vii. Sad Girl 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vii. Video Games

The Princess and The Pogue (18+ ONLY) - JJ Maybank x fem!Reader

i. Losers (18+ ONLY)

ii. Dark Times (18+ ONLY)

iii. Angel (18+ ONLY)

iv. Wicked Games (18+ ONLY)

v. Blinding Lights (18+ ONLY)

vi. I Feel it Coming 🔥 (18+ ONLY)

vii. Heaven or Las Vegas

viii. Die for You

ix. Save Your Tears

#doubleleoenergymasterlist

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floosies · 4 years

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floosies mcu masterlist

[Thank you to @indecisivedolly for creating this masterlist all that time ago]

Bucky Barnes/Sebastian Stan

Dancing with Bucky May Include

Trouble - mob!bucky x reader (series)

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - bucky x Noctua, avengers x Noctua (series)

Busy Bees - domestic!bucky x reader

Haunted Heart - Bucky x reader

Escapism - bucky x reader, avengers x reader

Everything Stays - dad!bucky x pre teen!reader

Brooklyn Kids - bucky x poc!reader

She - Sebastian x poc!reader

Postmodern Girl - Sebastian Stan x poc!fem!reader

Celoso - Sebastian Stan x latina!reader

Steve Rogers/Chris Evans + characters

La Muneca del Barrio - mob!steve x reader (series)

Cinderella - steve x reader

Time after Time - steve x reader

Jaripeo - Chris Evans x mexican!reader

Lovely - Chris Evans x poc!fem reader

Here comes the Night - steve x fem!reader

Beyond the Storm - steve x reader

Yes It Is - steve x reader

Static - au!teen!chris x poc!fem!reader

Artsy Things I Think Steve Rogers is Into

Late Night at the Grocery Store - Andy Barber

My Blue Heaven - mob!Andy Barber

Sam Wilson

Throw it in the Bag - sam x reader

Folding Clothes - sam x poc!reader

Rainy Day Rituals - sam x fem!reader

Tiene Tumbao - sam x mob!oc!reader (series)

A First - sam x poc!reader

daydreaming - sam x poc!reader(fem)

Natasha Romanoff

Girl - Natasha x reader

Fix You - mom!natasha x son/daughter!reader x avengers

On a Morning, in Paris - Natasha x fem!reader

Avengers

bury a friend: The Story of Noctua - avengers x Noctua, bucky x Noctua (series)

Escapism - avengers x reader, bucky x reader

An Avengers Christmas - avengers x reader

Gold Medal Ribbon - avengers x reader

Christmas at the Compound - avengers x reader

Some Christmas Cheer - avengers

Could You Imagine?

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today

If The Avengers Would Be Teens Today: Part 2

Tik Tok Trends/Dances I Think the Marvel Cast Would Attempt

Loki/Tom Hiddleston

Coffee - Tom x reader

Amorsito - Tom x hispanic!reader

Coffee Bars - Loki x reader

Dead to Me - mob!tom x poc!reader

The Joy You Felt - Loki x poc!reader

Coffee - Tom HIddleston x reader

For So Long - AU!Loki x oc!character x AU!Bucky

Honeymoon - Loki x reader

The Professor and I - Professor!Tom x black!reader (series)

Peter Parker/Tom Holland

Omened - Peter x reader

Half a Person - Tom x reader

Puppy Love - peter x poc!plussize!reader

Thanks, Little Sis - Peter x Morgan

Happiness is a Warm Gun - Peter x reader

Mio Amore - mob!Tom x poc!reader

I Only Have Eyes for You - mob!Tom x poc!reader

Tony Stark

She's Mine - dad!tony x daughter!reader

Sides - tony x poc!reader

It’s A Man’s Man’s Man’s World - tony x poc!reader

Marvel Ships

Tranquil - Thor x Bruce

Everything Stays - Thor x Bruce

Viral - MJ x Shuri

In Another Life - Steve x Sam

I Like the Way You Love Me - Sam x Bucky

Others Marvel Related:

All the Way - Howard Stark x reader

Ned's Day Out - Ned x Tony&Bruce

Bambi - M'Baku x black fem!reader

Sweetheart - Pietro x reader

The Holidays - Frank Castle x reader

‘Girlie’ - Carol Danvers x fem!reader

Shades of Cool - Stephen Strange x reader

Saviour - Matt Murdock x reader

Personal Jesus - dark!Thor (18+)

Salvatore - mob!Jake Lockley x oc!fem

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚

pairing: soft dark!professor andy barber x reader

concept:��Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy/sub reader undertones, age gap , edging, fingering, fingering, oral (f receiving),pussy slapping,manipulation — soft dub con to be safe but reader is excited, power imbalance, dumbification, praise, Professor kink, reader sent a nasty email to Professor Andy, Sir kink, dirty talk, spanking, size kink, rough sex, blowjob, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess, slut)

a/n: @sunshinebuckybarnes Now, have fun daydreaming hehe. Thank you for that beautiful ask.

the cute gif and moodboard made by me

line divider: @s-tarksintern

lovely betas: @writing-for-marvel, @purpleshallot and @beach-daydreaming

Masterlist

His path leads you into the darkness of blue but all you can see is the fire of desire

After he picked you up from the bar, you were cold and he was lustful, so it wasn't your fault.

As soon as you decided to go out, have a little fun, and were two tequila shots in, you sent him an email in the bar telling him that his grading system was terrible. You totally deserved that A in his human relations class and he needed to be more knowledgeable about the world. You were required to take Professor Barber’s class to finish your degree, and in doing so everything changed for you.

It was Andrew Barber who gave you your new warmth and moans.

Now, who do you break your rules for?

"Professor Barber..."

You turned your head, your lips hovering over Andy's. Your heart raced as you stared into his blue eyes. The normally bright blue shade darker than you’ve ever seen; nearly black as his pupils were blown wide with lust.

"Did I tell you that you could talk back to me, Princess?" He whispered, his voice grating your senses like gravel.

You shook your head lightly, feeling that you had just dug yourself a deeper hole. Now that he has read that email, he was picking up the pieces.

"I'm sorry, Professor."

"Turn around and read the email back to me," Andy commanded. Compliant as if you were sitting in his class, your eyes drifted away from him to the laptop sitting atop his kitchen counter.

Your email glared back at you, taunting you :

Subject: Fuck You, Prof. Barber.

The courage and vitrol that fueled your desire to give Professor Barber a price of your mind was astonishingly absent as you stood in his kitchen with his chest pressing against your back. Instead, seeing it filled you with dread and fear for what he may do to your academic career. Its heat pressing against your skin filled you with a desire you never knew existed, much like a coin has two sides.

Suddenly, you’re taken aback by the sensation of his hands sliding down your arms, then back up, enough to make goosebumps erupt across your skin, and for you to take a sharp breath.

You read the first line of the cursed email out loud, your voice wavering as Andy’s body heat intensified against your back. His reflection a shadow staring at you through the laptop screen. You bit your lower lip to stem the tears that had begun to gather in your eyes, looking at the keyboard leaving your face raw and exposed to his punishment.

Andy wave his hand through the sweater and rubbed his fingertips against your nipple, and gently teased it. You felt your skin tingle in a frenzy of static as he pinched them.

A simple squeeze left you feeling as if your body was falling apart.

As the warmth from Andy's center propelled you into overdrive, your tongue stroked across your lower lip. Andy laid light kisses over your neck, his fingers coming closer as he neared the center of your warmth.

In the palm of his hand, Andy swiped his thumb up, caressing the smooth skin with his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, he pulled back his hand and took your chin in between his fingers. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, his lustful eyes stared into yours. Andy pressed his lips against your ear, and growled, "Repeat what you said in the email."

Nervously, you swallowed.

How could you be so stupid to send him that email?

It wasn't your intention, but his grading system was out of date and he needed to fuck someone off to let his grumpy state see the light.

"Repeat what you wrote to me, word for word...don't make me ask again."

The thudding of your heart echoed in your ears. Each breath shook in your lungs.

You mustered the courage you felt when you wrote the email and repeated, "Professor Barber, your way of living is sad, which explains why you are divorced and lonely—”

You paused.

Andy took his hand off your chin, gliding down your neck to the collar of the sweater. Pulling the collar away from your neck, he buried his teeth in your neck. “Did I tell you to stop reading?"

It was a new, fresh pleasure to wince in pain.

"N-no, Professor," you said shakily.

You felt Andy’s hand leave your neck and follow the curves of your body, stopping only when it rested on your inner thigh. A tingle zinged throughout your body as Andy pulled your legs apart and revealed your lace panties that were soaked from your dripping cunt.

"You insulted me, Princess," Andy growled.

Your lips curled into a soft moan as your eyes closed. Andy's eyes glowed with lust, his grin widening as he placed his palm on your wet pussy, forcing the lace aside to feel the wetness that was his.

"Look at you," he beamed, “I've barely touched you and you're so wet for me."

You lost control from the the warmth of his hand that rubbed your wet pussy. You believed that you would stand your ground and he would change, but you were ── in his house, in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, half-naked- and his touch destroyed your strong aura as an independent woman.

"You've been such a little tease all semester." He reached down to undo your lacy underwear, taking them off without any effort.

Was this an exam of desire?

"You are such a-"

Your insult cut short by a harsh slap.

The harsh smack against your throbbing pussy left your body shaking, and you learned, in that moment, that he was holding the strings to your desire.

"I don't hear you reading, Kitten." Andy’s voice slithered through the fog like a siren to a pirate.

But, instead of reaping your reward from a Professor knocked down, you walked willingly into his trap.

The second smack made your entire body tremble and your knees wobble.

"Are you getting quiet?" he smirked. When his hand smacked your throbbing, wet center again, your fingernails dug deep into the counter.

Your voice quiet, you continued, “Your methods are ineffective, and no one is warming your bed with the ridiculous sweaters and ties you wear to hide your life and I bet your co—."

Trying to maintain your composure, your nails dug deeper into the counter as your body slowly reacted to the sudden change in events; as if you were stuck in molasses. One moment, you’re filled with a righteous indignation at his grading system that fueled your deep desire to have him know what you really thought of him and his course with no thought as to the consequences of your actions as you pressed “send” The next moment, you are at his house, bent over his kitchen counter. You haven’t the faintest clue how you got here, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts of Andy.

You are sober but drunk with desire. His desire. His attention.

You wanted to know how far this would go when you felt his touch. There was no doubt that you lied, but Professor Andy was a man.

A man who just needed you.

With ragged breaths, you tried to calm yourself, but your body rejected your silent plea for self-control as you fell back against his chest. Andy's fingers sped up, and as you trembled and instinctively tried to close your legs, you knew it was not possible to regain control from Andy.

"Mmm, Princess, let's talk about what you said about my manhood," Andy said softly as his lips met your cheeks, a soft kiss that contrasted with the strong smack he employed on your swollen clit.

In spite of your pleas for him, he ignored you and slowly inserted his fingers inside your body while he laughed at your squirming. With each movement you made, he slapped you again and again. Your moans were all that was heard and the feel of his fingers inside you with a slap to keep your mind from wandering.

His disciplined approach keeps you motivated and hungry for more as he leaves his mark on your body

"Princess, you deserve to be tortured the same way that you've tortured me all semester." Andy said as he swiftly pulled his fingers out of you., Your eyes widened as he licked your juices off his thick fingers before turning you around to him. "You taste delicious and all dripping for me"

You gasped at his sheer strength, trying to push back against him.

Andy held you down with his free hand as adjusted himself behind you. Knowing what was likely to happen, you moaned at the sound of his belt buckle rattling.

“Professor…”

"I won't leave you unpunished." He snapped his belt, making you shiver with arousal. "You don't want to be expelled from university because of your actions, now do you?"

“No, sir I will do anything” you pleaded as his fingers edged your heat.

You screamed when he landed a stronger blow to your pussy before you could say anything further.

“Please…” you cried. The sudden intrusion of his middle and ring fingers in your body caused you to scream in agony as he didn’t allow you to adjust.

A steady rhythm of his fingers blurred your vision as you felt yourself edge toward your end; to the abyss of your orgasm.

“Oh, my God! Sir...” you cried. "I- I'm going to cu-cum..."

You were right there, right at the precipice of ecstasy.

Andy ripped his fingers out begrudgingly and pulled you back from the edge of your orgasm. You squirmed and slowly cried out his name from the absence of his touch.

"I'm not going to let you off that easy, honey", Andy said condescendingly. He spanked you hard on your ass, then pulled you by the neck to stand straight.

“Take off the sweater, put it on the floor, and get on your knees.”

You have taught me more about myself in your presence and reflection, his slut

Andy smirked and gripped the back of your neck, “What was the line you said about my cock?” You let out a soft moan when you saw his cock up close and immediately opened your mouth to let him use it.

Andy stroked your face with his free hand as he rubbed his cock's tip along your lips. "It’s time for you to learn your place and respect me,” He slapped your face and shoved his cock in your throat.

Tears fell from your eyes from the sudden intrusion in your throat.

You felt the heat between your thighs increasing and wanted to please him. You enjoyed the gagging sensation his cock gave you in the back of your throat. You preened as you felt him tense up and his dick swell in your mouth.

Your ability to think clearly and to resist anything he did to you was gone. You were intoxicated s by his size, taste, attitude, and your own arousal. Your hand drifted between your legs to touch yourself at how hot it was.

Andy took a deep breath and tugged at your head, controlling your movements, your head bobbing down toward him when he saw your hand wander down your stomach. He pulled out of your mouth and pulled you upright by your hair.

He smiled down at you as he reached down to grab your legs. He lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping around his waist, as he carried you to his living room. Despite your behavior, the soft kisses on your hair remind you that he cares for you and that you are his princess.

The smell of his skin lingers on my body, and I crave more.

The soft cushions of his couch bounced when you landed. As he stripped off his clothes and got down on his knees, his lustful blue eyes stared at you like a predator.

"Look at you lusting for me," he groaned. "Want to see what my tongue can do for my slut's pussy?"

He leant in as he listened to your desires, blowing soft air, inhaling your scent, and rested his nose on your pussy.

His tongue came out and almost hesitantly licked your clit.

“I'm sorry for— the , please let me--” you moaned and grabbed hold of his hair, fists clenched tight. It was his tongue that reminded you he controls everything in your body. His beard burned your pussy and tickled your entire being. He gave you punishment so easily, you knew it wasn't even close to the end.

You knew his game of seduction.

You moaned as you wrapped your body around his cool lips, and a smirk appeared on his face as he marked your legs beneath his fingertips and watched your breasts move with his rhythm.

“Andy, I’ve been so good for you, please... I promise I will do anything you ask of me, please fuck me up.” You cried, desperate to feel him.

The chuckle on his face was accompanied by a lick of his lips. Your hips jerked in anticipation of another kiss, but he stood away from you instead. In his hand, he spat, briefly stroked his cock, and then moved closer to your pussy.

“Oh, aren’t you so desperate for me?” Andy leaned over and roughly kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you tried to pull his tongue closer to yours. You were his needy little slut

The tip of his cock teased you as you pleaded for him to fuck you.

“What makes you believe you deserve this? ”

“Please…” you begged.

"Well... " he said as you groaned beneath him. "Since you asked so nicely, and I respect desire"

Despite your squeal, he pushed steadily inward. While working in your cunt, he groaned with satisfaction, knowing he would be the only one to touch it.

He pulled his hips back and, for a moment, you thought he was pulling out, but the next instant he slammed his cock deep, pounding hard against you. You squealed out your wants.

Andy stroked your pussy passionately, fucking it deeply. When your pussy squeezed Andy's dick like a fist, he knew you had the tightest pussy he had ever felt. "Look at your pussy welcoming me in, it is so good, damn it is so good, do you feel it" he groaned in your ear as he leaned forward to grow louder and louder as he rapidly thrust into the pussy as he knew that the cunt was meant to be fucked hard, fast, rough, and deep.

It was a blissful feeling as your hardened nipples scraped against his chest while he rocked against you in response to each grinding thrust. "It feels so good, Sir...don't stop."

Andy bent down to capture your lips,pushing his tongue down your throat. “You are my new fucktoy now. Your only responsibility is to warm your professor's dick whenever he needs it, right? I will never stop fucking you, my princess. "

It was a struggle for you to respond as Andy thrust hard and fast into your sodden hole, moaning softly while unable to reply, "Yes, Professor.".

Putting his hands around the top of your head and linking his fingers, Andy rammed you down brutally using his own hands to hold you in place.

"My pussy, my princess," Andy whispered with every thrust as he slammed his cock in you, planting sloppy wet kisses on your jawline.

A deep expression filled his face as he gazed into your eyes. "Who are you?"

You couldn’t answer him. You wanted to tell him you were his slut and his only. Your vision spun as Andy dragged out your orgasm. Feeling as if you might pass out, you dug your nails deeply into his back.

Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.

The sweater was a reward for pleasing, and a punishment for looking gorgeous with it on.

You sat in class, and awaited the professor's arrival. When you got a text message saying, "My sweater fits nicely on you and let me see my pussy," "you opened your legs so he could see it.

To know what is his, he needs to see it.

In front of you, Professor Andy was licking his lips and getting ready to begin his class.

Your ragged breath fills the air as I savor every drop, because we both know the fun is only just starting.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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Hello and how are you? I was wondering if there’s anything you’re working on at the moment and if you’d be interested in talking about your favorite fics you wrote?

(This isn’t an interview I promise lol)

haha I don’t mind thank you for asking! I’m doing alright! I’m working on a lot at the moment, as we speak I’m preparing my sub!bucky x dominatrix!reader series which is looking to be about 35-40k and 7 parts.

as for oneshots, I have a lot there... dark howling commandos, dark andy barber with a latina reader, johnny storm with a mutant reader, soft lee with a prostitute reader, and some fluff with bucky based very loosely on something from ep 1 of tfatws

how many of those will actually get finished is another issue entirely...

and finally my favorites of my own works. it’s hard to pick because at any given moment I feel like I either love or hate them all equally, so I’m gonna tweak this slightly and put the fics of mine that I think are underrated:

time after time - neil (tenet) || it’s really niche so I knew it wouldn’t do well, but I’m still very proud of it! it’s my best soft!dark fic, incontrovertibly. read it if you like robert pattinson

discretion - 40s!bucky || one of my first bucky fics and still one of my favorites, perfectly captures my ideal mix of smut, fluff, and angst

double take - 40s!bucky and charles blackwood || I don’t think I’ve seen anyone else write these two together and I really had fun with their dynamic. it’s also one of the more interesting dark (soft!dark?) fics I’ve written.

hungry like the wolf - ari levinson || my first intentional attempt at soft!dark that I can recall, and I put a lot of thought into building tension in this one. I don’t think it did well because people typically prefer ari fics that ignore his culture (but you didn’t hear it from me oop)

more human than human - bucky, blade runner au || I wasn’t surprised when this one did poorly since a lot of people haven’t seen blade runner, but you don’t need to see the movie to understand the plot and I liked my efforts to create atmosphere in this fic! this is the only straight-up dark fic on this list, everything else is soft!dark or not dark at all

a beautiful little fool - sebastian stan, great gatsby au || alright, last one, this is similar to the blade runner fic in that it had a really strong atmosphere but ultimately was a bit too niche to appeal to people, that said I stand by it and I will never get over the beautiful gatsby!seb edits that sabbie made for me.

#sorry to ramble but I hope this anwers your question #honestly all my fics for rarer characters are underrated but I think the neil fic deserves attention more than any others #antheiagoddessofnarnia

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flordeamatista · 1 year

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Hold My Heart

pairing: boyfriend!andy barber x reader

concept: Sometimes a smile is all he needs.

word count: 800

warnings: soft Andy, poetic fluff with the sweetest kisses, your love for him, nickname── (Butterfly)

a/n: a sweet soft Andy daydream

Masterlist

What I treasure most in life is the love you give me

Andy stands at the doorway looking at you with admiration.

You look beautiful in your sundress with a ray of sunshine streaming through the kitchen window and shadows dancing around you.

You've given him something he's always wanted, and his azure eyes sparkles with love.

I feel your soul whispering to mine, always protect me and love me

The darkest shadows of Andy's life have rained down upon him since the loss of his first marriage and family, but he met you in a miracle when he was in need of some light.

You made him believe in love again and showed him that he could still have a life full of light and joy.

He knew then that you were the one, and he wanted to thank you for being there for him when he needed it most. The only thing he wants to do when he comes home after a stressful day in court is to spend every minute here with you, his Butterfly.

He remembers the day you became his.

While lying on a blanket in the middle of nowhere, a sunny day shone down on you both. You felt the sun's warmth on your skin and the gentle breeze rustling through the grass. You both looked up at the blue sky on this perfect first date.

As Andy watched a butterfly dance around your nose, he saw life in its fullest sense.

Sometimes a smile is all he needs.

Butterflies are creatures of the air, able to float on gentle breezes.

They symbolize freedom, beauty, and hope.

In the light of your laughter, you sang to his broken heart, healing it.

You dance around the kitchen counter, sipping your wine glass, which makes him smile even wider. This is home for him.

When you turn around, you catch sight of him and smile flirtatiously at him, "Hello, Mr. Barber."

You wrap yourself around him.

“How’s my man? Your lips softly kiss those of his. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You can feel his heart beating against yours.

You both kiss deeply as he picks you up and sits you on the counter and stands between your legs as he inhales out his love for you, "Good to see you, Butterfly." His hands move to your face and he looks into your eyes.

The world seems to stand still as you two pause, a connection that transcends beyond words.

His desire looking into his soul.

Your body warms as he presses his forehead against yours and whispers, "I need you," he whispers, "I want you all," he says going in for another kiss, leaving you gasping for air.

Your fingers teased his neck and hair as you kissed the corner of his mouth. "I am yours" You kissed his jaw, "I will always be here." Another kiss, this time closer to his ear. A finger trailed along his jawline as you said, "Andy, I love you, I want you today and for the future."

"The future?" When he hears your words, his heart screams out for more. "All of me with my secret demons"

Your head tilted forward as you nodded and smile. "I can send every demon away with my love, because you are my future"

Your kisses promise your future to him.

You grabbed him by the tie and bit his lower lip. "Let's bite away the demons and make our own with our desire and lust for one another." You started fiddling with his hair and massaging his scalp, and his hands began to move down your body.

He moaned in pleasure and pulled you closer to him.

Getting a feel of your skin on his fingertips. To touch all of you was his desire, and you gave him everything he wanted.

He wanted more of your skin against him, his breath was hot.

When the kiss ends, he carries you down the hall and back to the bedroom as you cling to him.

His lips drop to your neck as he bites, while he smiles between the bites.

At the end, it's him who clings to you

His future is promised to you with his kisses.

At that moment, Andy knew you were the butterfly he needed to transform his life into one filled with love and life.

Bringing all the light into his air and wind.

Every time our lips touch, I feel like I'm in a dream and I just want to stay there forever.

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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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

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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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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝗜 𝗔𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗛𝗲 𝗜𝘀 𝗠𝗶𝗻𝗲

pairing: andy barber x reader

concept: You can't leave him because you're his.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: divorce papers, possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy, public sex, smut, toxic love/hate, soft dubcon to be safe, reader is weak for her man, reader is reminded why she needs his toxic flame, rough sex, blowjob, tiny angst, elevator sex, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess)

a/n: My entry for @boxofbonesfic and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Triple D Challenge aka “Dicked Down by a Divorcee”

Thank you to my amazing betas @jobean12-blog and @commonintrest.

line dividers @firefly-graphics

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In your vows, you both pledged to be together through it all, even holding on to both happy and painful memories.

Your signature can be seen as you scribbled on the papers before setting the pen on the desk and shoving the stack across to his side. It feels as if the pen had been filled with the love that you had for him. His eyes danced over the paper reading it but focusing on the ink that bore your signature. The ink that littered the page were the tear marks he had allowed you to endure.

You sold your soul to someone who never appreciated it. Now, you find yourself begging for it back.

His eyes were glued to his ring as he played with it. He wasn't ready to give you up. He didn't expect you to bring the divorce papers to his office. It was like his world collapsed, all he could focus on was the drops of ink on the paper. The way you signed your name in such a rush that it pulled the rug of a dream from underneath his feet and the way you signed your name it was the same name being washed away from him.

He kept looking down at the stack of papers on his desk attempting to sign but he couldn’t do it. He thought you had no right to take away his last name from yours. The thing Andy Barber loves the most will not be lost to him. He will not let you hurt his feelings. In your vows to him, you pledged to be his wife for the rest of your life.

He had the concept of love and pain blurred together. He believed that to love is to possess, to commit is to possess. When you looked into his crystal blue eyes, you saw the reflection of your own. They were broken and lost. You needed to see clearly after having spent so much time lost, broken, and hurt.

His eyes traveled to the corner of your foot, tapping anxiously on the floor.

"Andy, I don't have all day to wait for you to sign the papers. I'm not playing any games. You will sign it" Your voice was as cold as he had never heard you speak before. "I'm not joking. I'm not concerned about your feelings."

He felt like the sky was torn off his life. He no longer had a home in goodness. If he let you leave his life, like the light you were, he would step into darkness. He saw how you possessed him.

The one thing he couldn't tolerate was cockiness from anyone. Call him hypocritical, but he couldn't tolerate it at all if not in the slightest. "You really are full of yourself, aren't you?" He glared at you, not disguising his glare despite the fact that he couldn't hide the intensity of it. “You shouldn't spread such bold and snide remarks."

"I guess this arrogant attitude has lingered on." you squinted as your eyes narrowed. "I only tell the truth."

The voice was gravelly low as he said, "Your naivety is almost laughable."

"If you want to believe that when you stepped out of your house and towards me with that kind of thinking it would work”

The burning anger in your body erupted as you told this man that he sounded unfair, “You are so infuriating! You think everything has to be done according to your will! The world does not revolve around you, Andy!"

"Damn right it does," What a magnificent faith this man has. "For you, at least at this particular moment, it does involve me. My signature is what's needed for your freedom. Mine, not anybody else's."

“You know what, just keep it and whenever you sign them call me" you spoke in a hurry wanting to get out of there as soon as possible. You knew that if you stayed any longer, you would take back all the signatures. He was making the process difficult, and you could sense his danger in his love for you. His intense aura captured you in a way that you always loved. Fire still burned for him.

When you're at the door of his office he stands up and his mouth is inches away from yours, it looks so tempting.

Once he had taken one more step, he reached out and smashed his lips into yours. It was as if you had been blessed. As if the numbness that had spread through you hadn’t let you know how much you needed his touch to feel alive until this moment.

He licked your bottom lip as he tasted your shock. You gasped hard, and he won't miss out on opportunities, he probed you with his slick tongue, causing his body temperature to rise.

You haven't been kissed by him for months now. He knows how to work you up, and you will get this pleasure of his. The point is that you felt him as well as he felt you. His body and soul were all in his arms, and he was enjoying every moment of it.

Trying to provoke a reaction, he pushed his body closer to you. You both fell back but didn't fall. He sucked your tongue carefully into his mouth, savoring your taste. You smelled, felt, and tasted wonderful; he thought he was touching heaven. His heaven.

Even though he spoke to you, you just stood there. Frozen, still of the shock that was sure to occur to you. Glancing at you, your eyes caught his gaze, so close, so open and so inviting.

You did not give him the look he desired from you. Andy wanted you to react to kiss him back, to touch him, to moan for him, to arch yourself for him, to whisper his name for him, to leave the foolish idea of leaving him.

You glance at his face as he waits for your response. Within a flash, you were yanking him away from you, slapping him painfully in the face with the flat side of your hand.

The flames will destroy you if you allow it to grow without a care.

The sound of your hand contacting Andy's face echoed through the empty room for too long, his face burning hot red.

The need, desire, love, lust, and warmth of you still pound through his veins, making his breathing heavier and making his body shake.

As you wiped your lips with the backside of your right hand, you felt as if something re had touched your lips. You looked at him for a moment before running out of the room.

You needed him months ago, but he was so busy with work that he did not have time for you.

The love you needed from him when you waited for him day and night were never as important as yours. He had no right to tell you all of this and to insist on what was his.

You waited impatiently at the elevator, having already pushed the button. Waiting for this chapter in your life to come to an end. His behavior was always so absurd and dramatic.

Andy could not give you one thing you asked for. All he wanted was his desire. While you were exhausted, tears ran down your cheeks, and you felt everything in the past months.

Andy loosens his tie and glances at you as he approaches like a magnet of toxicity that won't leave.

Trying to push the elevator button repeatedly, he grabbed your wrist. You gave him a devil stare, telling him to leave you alone. Andy's blue eyes were darkened and their desire made you kneel.

"Why the hell are you doing this?" you yelled out in anger. "How dare you!"

Compared to the fiery rage that he captured in his hues, the eternal flames of hell pale in comparison.

You heard him tell you quietly, "I will not let go of something that is mine. I won’t let go of something I love."

"You have no idea what love is." you looked right into his face.

Andy would show you what love was for you. He would show you that you belonged only to him. Nobody runs from him.

He gave a low unamused chuckle, then crept into your space, pressing his hard chest against your body, air filling your lungs at the feel of him so close.

“Your smart mouth has just about worn me out” Although he spoke softly and sweetly, the grin he showed was playful.

Pushing you against the elevator wall, he held your wrists and turned you. Soon he found your lips, kissing you soundly with his tongue parting your lips without your permission. You are his wife, he had no reason to not kiss you.

“Princess, you are mine. I will never leave your side.' He growled, hands encircling your hair, pulling the strands back. He smirked when he heard you calling out for him.

"Love, I will remind you to not give me that attitude" He coos, yanking hard, loving the way you responded to him. "Do you like it when I am very demanding?"

Andy had you where you wanted him all along. Who thought you should have filed for divorce? You want him back on your lips, you want to lose yourself in this. You were wrong about serving him divorce papers.

His body movement made you realize what you were in for. He pressed his body against you, leaving no room for movement and pushing you towards the elevator wall.

You can feel his hands gripping firmly around your neck. His lips hovering over yours whispering that you are his and you will treat him as a perfect wife should. He marks you with love marks and ownership, biting at your skin. To mark what is his and only his until he breathes his final breath.

You whimper again, taking advantage of finally being able to call his name after months of neglect.

He looked up at the ceiling in delight at the sound of his name. The grunt was directed at your body. Your thigh was grasped slowly by his hand as he wrapped it around his hip. He wanted you to feel how hard he was for you. To give you a hint about what you were in for.

Your hips grind against his hard thickness, and you felt so stupid and obsessed with him. Andy managed to get you right into his hands easily after acting out. This is what you deserved after acting out.

Touching him, kissing him, looking at him, just looking at him - all of these feelings trigger your passion. It is his love that you cannot get enough of.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, he began roughing up your mouth and hand as he tried to get the music from your mouth. Enjoying this and riding his thigh as he was yours to ride alone. Moving your thigh away from him, seeing your look of desperation, he knew you were now playing his game.

The only thing he heard were whines and desperation,but he grinned even wider; enjoying the sounds of your desperation.

“Princess, you won’t get out of this easily. You need to show me how sorry you are for slamming those divorce papers on me.' Andy unzipped his pants and pulled himself out, seeing you with a devilish grin. “Get on your knees”

You felt the cold creeping on your knees as you knelt down. This was what you deserved for playing around with his emotions.

"Well, Princess, tell me that you are sorry and get going."

A perfunctory kiss sent him rocking in his shoes as the thrill that swept through him sent him wailing. The first kiss was followed by more deliberate probing with your flattened tongue, which was now swirling generously over the thick, lust-swollen head.

The thrill Andy watching you bow your head and accept his throbbing stiffened penis was indescribable. So graceful, so feminine, so deeply submissive - going downward on your husband.

He looked down on you and saw the way you devoted yourself completely to pleasing your man. You flicked your tongue on the tip of his cock and then licked the crown thoroughly before running your stiffened tongue slowly down the impossibly long portion.

Then you reversed directions and used the same broad flat strokes all along the shaft. You looked at your accomplishment as it glistened with saliva. Tell him you were his bad girl.

It sent an erotic thrill rushing through you as you saw his aroused penis so close, which fueled your desire to work over your Andy with more intensity, a deep-seated rush of excitement driving you on.

Andy's groan rose up from deep within his throat, resonated through his rigid arching body and turned into a low shivering moan just as you had hoped.

The tug on your hair, the smile of bliss on his face as his eyes fluttered shut, telling you that he was fully savoring the waves of excitement you were sending to him.

It was as if you were in a trance while you watched him, seemingly begging for him to come in your mouth. You purposely vibrated your throat in an attempt to send his load shooting down, which he did as seconds later he was pushing your head down.

Andy soon yanked your head away from his cock, lifting you up to a standing position; letting go of your hair as he slammed you against the elevator's wall.

Andy teased you, his hands running down your body as he moved to tease your clit, feeling how drenched you were, as he slid his shaft between your legs.

There was no denying that you were wet right now. You were so turned on by his forcefulness. His teasing was only making it worse right now.

You jump into his arms and wrap your legs around his waist. He aligns himself and slams into you. Not giving you a warning. His lips were on yours, marking what's his as he takes you again and again.

Fucking you into the wall, slamming your it and hearing the echoing noises made by your back.

The pace was relentless and he didn't seem to care that he was crushing you under the weight of his desire, leaving you uncomfortably squished into the wall, but the pleasure was too good to ask him to adjust. He was teaching you that he was your only one and helping you remember no man can ever possess you with such devotion.

When you look at him with pride as he treats you like his possession, "Who is your husband?"

"Yooo-uu," You whimper as he brushes against your g-spot. Knowing that he didn't give you permission, it was difficult not to rut up against him to chase the arousal deep within you.

"Who's fucking you?" Pushing you further despite knowing you were barely being held together. Needing you to admit that you were his to satisfy, his to possess.

You told him what he wanted to hear, that your husband had been making you cry with pleasure and you knew that you could not divorce him. He caught your eye and told you that he would be fucking you now to make up for the last seven months he wasnt there.

He pressed you against the wall freezing inside you. The way he squeezed his eyes tight as you clamped your pussy firmly onto him. Trying not to surrender to the very real desire to let go and fall.

Those wild feelings of lust, the sheer hunger of two people who found their way to express their sacred hunger to each other through passion, possessed you. He was your lust as you were his.

And those divorce papers sit on the office floor, rotting; the ink may have dried, but it's shredded in the middle of your name. Your whole life will be infused with this name he gave you.

I am Andy’s and Andy is mine

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