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holylulusworld · 10 months

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Jerk next door (5) – New development

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, mentions of past alcohol abuse, rueful Andy

A/N: Please head the warnings for this story. I mention domestic violence.

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<< Part 4

“What do you want from me?” you snap at Andy. He dared to knock at your door again, to apologize and well, tell you good news. “I’m already looking for a new place. Don’t worry. I’ll be out of your hair soon enough.”

“Christ, you are so frustrating and make me so,” he bites his tongue. “Sorry, it was a long day. My ex tried to mess with me, and your ex followed me like a shadow. On top of all I’m about to lose a case.”

“And that’s good news to you?” You shake your head. “He will find me! This is all your fault. Last time he almost killed me. I barely made it to the hospital. I thought…” you sniffle. “I had hoped to have a few years left to live.”

“The good news is that my friend will come around and explain a few things and,” he smirks and lifts a paper bag, “I made fluffernutters.”

“You made what?” you furrow your brows. “I don’t think your paper bag will save my life, Mr. Barber.”

“Andrew, or Andy, please,” Andy hastily says, he offers the bag to you, hoping you’ll let him inside. “Uh-fluffernutter is the only sandwich you need when you are feeling down. It helped me get over my divorce.”

“I don’t think your sandwich will fix shit, Mr. Barber,” you announce every syllable of his surname. “It will only help me get out of this alive it explodes when thrown at someone.”

“No, it doesn’t explode,” he chuckles at your comeback. “Please let me inside. I need to talk to you, and I can explain the sandwich and its importance to you.”

“Whatever,” you throw your hands up in surrender. “It’s not that I had a saying in anything going on here since I moved into this house.”

Andy follows you inside. He swallows thickly when you flinch the moment the door slams shut behind him. “Sorry. I didn’t want to scare you.”

“You don’t scare me,” you shrug. “I’m past being scared. All I feel is numbness and…” you sigh deeply. “When I came here, I still had hope. I believed that I can start a new life far away from my tormentor. You took this last piece of hope away from me.”

“Fuck!” he frantically runs his fingers through his hair, and curses. “I projected my problems on you. You’re not Laurie. I can’t tell you how sorry I am.”

“I don’t give a flying fuck about your apologies!” you snap at Andy. “You killed me by sticking your nose into my past. How about you arrest yourself?”

“I don’t arrest people,” he sheepishly says. “I…never mind.” He stops himself from arguing when you glare at him. “I promise to keep you safe. That’s why I came here.”

“No, Mr. Barber. You coming here is only a sop to your bad conscience. Nothing else.” You walk toward your kitchen. If you need to talk to Barber tonight, you won’t do it sober.

“Sweets, I’m not here to make amends,” he follows you hot on your heels. “I came here to make sure you are safe, and to bring you food. Doris said you didn’t leave your house over the last days.”

“My boss is cool with me working from home most of the time. She doesn’t mind if I never show up at the office again.”

You open the cupboard to get a bottle of vodka out. A remnant of darker times. Times in which you drowned your fears and the pain in alcohol.

“Alcohol is no solution, trust me,” Andy’s features soften. He takes the bottle out of your hands, already knowing about your old habit. “I tried to drown my sorrows too.”

“Do you want to lock me up somewhere too?” you huff. “I don’t need another man telling me what I can do. Am I at least allowed to breathe?”

“Sweets, I’m not the asshole you believe I am. Yes, I fucked up big time, but I’m trying here,” he says in an exasperated voice. “Give me a chance. Let’s start with eating the sandwiches.”

“Fine. Eating a sandwich won’t kill me…”

“Good, isn’t it?” Andy watches you with amusement. You took a tiny bite of the sandwich he made, carefully chewing.

“What is this monstrosity?” you wrinkle your nose. “It’s disgustingly sweet!”

“That’s its purpose,” he grins. “It will distract you with its sweetness, and you’ll forget about your sorrows for a while. I used marshmallow spread and peanut butter. The perfect snack.”

“It’s awful, too sweet and my tummy will hurt,” you whine. “I was wrong. It will kill me.” You conclude, but eye the sandwich hungrily.

He lifts a brow when you take another bite and another. “You’re a bad liar. You love it.”

“It ain’t that bad for a last meal.”

“Sweets, stop talking like that. My friend will make sure Quentin Beck will leave town. He’ll spread fake footage of you from a different state. Chris will come around and explain things better to you.”

You lick your fingers clean and glance at the sandwich Andy didn’t touch. “You let someone else do the dirty work, huh?”

“Just let me do this for you. I will fix the mess I made.”

“I don’t sleep since he’s in town,” you grab Andy’s sandwich before he can eat it. “I haven’t been to a grocery store for days. I’m running out of everything, even toilet paper. But I’m too scared to leave my house. I could order online, but I’m afraid he’ll dress up as a delivery guy and…”

Andy sighs deeply. Not days ago, he wanted to get rid of you, and now, he wants to take you in his arms and tell you everything is going to be alright. “Chris got this, sweets.”

“Stop calling me that! I’m not your friend or some chick you try to fuck. Don’t act like you care about what happens to me. I know you don’t!”

You throw the sandwich at him before you storm out of the kitchen.

“What can you tell me, Chris? Did it work? Did he leave town?” Andy downs another drink. It’s his third, but he doesn’t care. To hell with staying sober.

Chris runs his hand down his face. He’s tired. So tired he can feel it in his bones.

“Quentin Beck is like a dog with a bone. He will do anything to find his ex.”

“I’m such a hypocrite. All this time I told Laurie to not prejudge me for my father’s crimes, and here I sit in my kingdom of shit.” He huffs. “I prejudged Y/N and now, her ex is getting closer and closer to finding her.”

“He won’t find her, Andy.” Chris takes the bottle out of Andy’s hand. “But he won’t give up so easily. Beck is sniffing around town. He knows she’s living here. Or at least that she moved here.”

“She should’ve used a fake name,” Andy groans loudly. “If he knows she’s living here, Beck will come up with some excuse to enter this property.”

“Let him.” Chris takes a large swig from the bottle. “We will bring the girl to your house and hide her here. Let someone else move into her house for the time being. Someone you can trust.”

“You want us to pretend Y/N lived here, and that she moved away?” Andy cocks his head. “Beck will know I’m lying.”

“No. Think about it, Andy. You can tell him you lied about the state criminal records search for Y/N. Tell him you didn’t trust her, and that you were afraid you’ll get in trouble if anyone finds out you conducted a state criminal records search for her out of nosiness.”

“You think this will work out?”

“It’s worth a shot,” Chris shrugs. “If it doesn’t work out, I can still break his neck…”

Part 6

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#Jerk next door (5) – New development #andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x female reader #neighbor!andy barber #angst #andy x you

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witchywithwhiskey · 4 days

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andy barber + "you don't need anything, you want it"

optional scenario: assassin/mercenary

undone by a pretty spring sundress

pairing: dilf!andy barber x babysitter!female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, unspecified age gap (but reader is def out of college), thigh riding, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light bdsm, pet names (sweetheart, angel), some bratting, referenced spanking, fluffy ending

word count: 2,100ish

a/n: instead of assassin/mercenary Andy Barber, may i offer you dilf Andy Barber? 🫣 lol let's be honest, Andy is always a dilf 🤭 but i've already done ex's dad Andy and dbf August so i wanted to do a different trope and i've never done a babysitter fic so i gave it a shot!! hope you enjoy, Aspen!!

The sounds of shrieking laughter and childish games filtered into Andy Barber’s kitchen while you stood at the counter, putting together a bouquet of spring flowers that would sit nicely on his dining room table. You’d retreated into the house because you’d needed a break from the party Andy was hosting—the one he’d hired you for the afternoon to help him host.

It was a little outside your normal duties, since you typically worked as Andy’s babysitter, watching his young son on nights the single father had to work late at his law practice. You knew some of the parents in the neighborhood thought you were a little old to be babysitting, given you were old enough to be married and have a family of your own.

But you ignored them because you enjoyed babysitting for Andy. It helped supplement the meager pay you received from your day job, and you liked spending time with Andy’s son Jacob, who was a sweet kid. More than that, though, you found yourself really enjoying spending time with Andy.

And if you weren’t mistaken, Andy liked having you around as well.

In the months that you’d worked for Andy, you’d grown increasingly aware of the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

His crystal blue eyes would drift down to your tits when you were looking something up on your phone. And more than once, you could’ve sworn you felt his gaze on your ass when you’d bent over to pick up some toys on the floor. But each time, when you turned to the older man, he was innocently looking elsewhere.

Altogether, you’d gotten the impression that Andy might want you to be more than his babysitter, but he hadn’t yet acted on the heated looks he gave you. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and worn a skimpy little sundress to the party he was hosting for the neighbors and all their kids. And you were delighted when it had the intended effect.

You hadn’t been in the kitchen for more than a few minutes when Andy cornered you, using the moment when everyone else was distracted by watching the children play a game they’d made up to approach you. His body crowded you into the counter, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him brushing against the swaths of bare skin not covered by your sundress.

“I need to speak to you upstairs,” Andy murmured in your ear. His warm breath ghosted over your cheek and bare shoulder, causing goosebumps to raise all along your arms.

But you stifled the shiver racing down your spine and continued fluffing the flowers in the vase in front of you, pretending you didn’t notice the demanding edge of Andy’s voice or the way he crowded into you. After all, he’d waited months to approach you, and you decided you wanted to have a little fun with him before you gave in to the tension crackling between the two of you.

“You don’t need anything, you want it,” you responded cheekily, your tone light and playful. “Isn’t that what you’re always telling Jacob, Mr. Barber?” You tossed your head to the side and gave the older man a sly smile over your shoulder.

Andy’s expression darkened, his soft mouth pulling down in a frown that was framed perfectly by his neatly trimmed beard. He looked particularly delicious in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans—though you also appreciated all the suits he wore for his job as a lawyer. You’d spent many a night imagining Andy undressing you entirely while he stayed all buttoned up in one of his suits, making you hump the bulge in his slacks…

Andy’s big hand wrapping around your upper arm brought you back from your distracted thoughts.

“I assure you, sweetheart, what I’m feeling is a need—not a want,” Andy growled, dragging you away from the counter and forcing you to abandon your bouquet. You didn’t protest, though, as he led you toward the stairs and up to the second floor of his suburban Massachusetts home.

Andy had only just pulled you into his bedroom and closed the door when he spun you around and crowded into you until your back hit the door. Then, with a muttered curse, Andy ducked down and captured your lips with his own, kissing you so passionately, your head spun.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back just as fervently, your mouth parting and allowing his tongue to twine with yours. He groaned into your lips as he tasted you, the deep sound of his pleasure making you hot all over, wetness gathering between your thighs while your mouths slid together. You squirmed against Andy’s hard body, pressing your softness against him as your body yearned for friction.

Andy shoved one of his legs between yours, his big hands gripping your hips tightly and shifting you so that your pussy rubbed against his thigh. You wrenched your mouth from his with a sharp gasp, your body rocking against his as pleasure shot through you from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes. Andy watched you with hooded eyes as you humped against him, hands sliding down your sides.

“Wish I could watch you ride my thigh all afternoon, angel, but I need to be inside you,” Andy groaned, reaching beneath your dress and hooking his fingers in your panties, moving you back to pull them down your trembling legs. You let out a little whine at the loss of friction against your pussy, but Andy only hushed you. “Shh, I know sweetheart, you’re needy too, aren’t ya? Need daddy to fuck you, huh?”

Your head fell back against the door with a thunk and you let out a breathy, surprised, “Daddy,” tasting the way the word sounded on your tongue and enjoying it far too much.

“That’s it, angel, call me daddy,” Andy murmured fervently before capturing your lips in another kiss. You could feel his hands working his jeans open and pulling out his cock, but you couldn’t move your arms from around his shoulders; you were pretty sure if you did, you’d collapse to his feet. “Christ, I knew ya would be perfect—been wanting this for so long, but that pretty spring sundress of yours was my undoing.”

A pleased smirk curled the edges of your mouth at Andy’s confession, and you decided you’d tell him later that had been your intention with wearing it. For the moment, though, you simply leaned up to whisper some teasing words in Andy’s ear. “If you need me so bad, then take me, daddy.”

Andy hooked an arm around your waist and spun you again, walking you back to his bed and easing you down onto the plush softness of his blankets while his hips settled between your thighs. His cock rested against your bare pussy, making you moan with desire.

“Gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart,” Andy murmured as he brushed kisses to your jaw and cheeks, his hips grinding his length against your soaked folds, getting himself drenched in your arousal. “But next time I’ll fuck you soft and slow like you deserve, alright?”

“OK, daddy,” you said on a moan, tilting your hips to grind your bare pussy against his cock. Andy buried a grunt in your neck and reached between your bodies, adjusting his cock until the tip pressed against your entrance.

Then, all at at once, Andy pushed inside you, both of you moaning at the feel of his thick, hard cock stretching out your tight, warm pussy. It was better than you ever imagined, having him inside you, your body taking his entire length and joining you to him in the most intimate way.

“Feel so good, daddy,” you murmured breathily, your mind spinning with pleasure. You cupped Andy’s face in your hands, your nails raking through his beard gently, as you stared up at him. You hoped every bit of the pleasure you felt was clear on your face, so he could see how good he made you feel.

Andy seemed to, his smile filled with affection and arousal of his own. He leaned down and brushed a kiss to your lips, teasing you with the flick of his tongue before pulling away and catching your eye.

“Ready, angel?”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, more ready for him than he could even know.

Then Andy took what he needed, and gave you what you needed, too. He fucked you hard and fast, pumping his thick cock into your tight channel with a ruthlessness you’d only ever glimpsed when he’d take work calls at home. He was brutal, and you wanted to scream your pleasure, but Andy’s hand covered your mouth, keeping you from being overheard by all the neighbors crowded in the backyard.

When he seemed to be getting close, Andy reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight little circles until you shattered apart around him. You came so hard, you bit down on the flesh of his palm to keep yourself quiet.

Andy didn’t seem to mind, grunting through the sting of your teeth and the delicious clench of your pussy, fucking you harder until he pressed deep and came inside you. You shivered when you felt his load leak out around his cock, in awe when you realized just how much come he must’ve pumped you full of that it was overflowing.

As you caught your breath, Andy peppered your face with light kisses, praising you. “Such a good girl, sweetheart, so fucking good for daddy.” He kissed the apple of your cheek, his beard tickling you and making you giggle softly. “Now, I need you to keep my come safe inside you for the rest of the afternoon, can you do that, angel?” Andy asked, catching your eye and giving you a serious look. His hand pressed against your lower belly, making your pussy flutter while butterflies took flight in your chest.

It was on the tip of your tongue to simply say yes, but a delightful thought took hold of your mind and you found your lips forming the same words they had earlier in Andy’s kitchen. “You don’t need anything, daddy, you want it,” you said, giggling when Andy’s face turned stormy.

“You’re lucky we have to get back to our guests, angel,” Andy growled pressing his forehead to yours while he glared at you, though there wasn’t much anger to his gaze—only desperate arousal. “Otherwise I’d put you over my knee and show you what I do when you’re a bratty bad girl.”

You were helpless to your body’s reaction to his words, your cunt clenching hard around Andy’s cock and making him chuckle. “I need it, daddy,” you cried, hands fisting in his t-shirt and trying to hold him close.

But Andy was already moving away, pulling out and stuffing his cock back in his pants. You watched him with a pout while he grinned down at you. When his appearance was presentable enough, Andy hauled you up from the bed and smoothed your dress down over your curves, fixing it for you.

“Be a good girl and help me get through the rest of this party and we can have some fun later,” Andy promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, like he couldn’t help himself, he caught your mouth in one last deliciously sinful kiss.

You returned to the party with Andy, finishing your bouquet of spring flowers and putting it out on the table. Then, you helped him wrangle the kids and their parents for dessert, everyone enjoying the beautiful spring evening.

If anyone from the neighborhood noticed that, after you returned, Andy treated you more like his partner than his babysitter, they didn’t say anything. (In fact, in the weeks and months that followed, when it became clear the two of you were together, each of your neighbors would try to take credit for setting the two of you up.) When everyone left, they thanked you just as much as Andy for hosting the wonderful party.

Once everyone was gone and you’d helped Andy put Jacob to bed, he delivered on his promise of rewarding you for your good behavior. Later that night when you told him you’d worn your skimpy little outfit just to see if he’d finally make a move on you, Andy chuckled and murmured that he’d forgive your naughty trick just that once. Then, he made sure to show you just how undone he was by your pretty spring sundress.

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flordeamatista · 8 months

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Way Down We Go Masterlist

I hope you enjoy these stories as much as I enjoyed writing them for the past year. In the next few weeks, they will be uploaded on your dash.

♡ Each story stands alone, it is set in the same world

♡La Hacidenda de Alice sleepover ask last year helped me plan these daydreams. (special shoutout to @mrsmischief209 for the ask)

♡ It was impossible for me to marry, kiss and kill pretty men, so I wrote fics for them and for their desired reader.

♡ 18+ blog only. Minors are not allowed to interact with these stories. You are responsible for your own media consumption, so please read the individual warnings for each fic. Each fic I will update the warnings on this post.

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Make You Mine

──── ranch owner!ari levinson x vineyard owner!reader

♡ enemies neighbors with benefits, old money Ari, fluff, angst, smut

Hold Me Down

──── bull rider!bucky barnes x heiress!reader

♡ best friends to lovers, ranch hand Bucky who works for reader's family, fluff, angst, smut

With Love

──── lawyer!andy barber x veterinarian!reader

♡ marriage of convenience, The only way Andy can save your business and home is if you are his wife, secrets and lies, fluff, angst, smut

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disappointmentofthefam · 2 months

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Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

#andy barber x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #andy barber smut #chris evans fanfiction #ari levinson x reader #ransom drysdale x reader #chris evans characters #lloyd hansen #loyd hansen x reader

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 1 year

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Bad Neighbour

Pairing: Dark Andy Barber x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your neighbor is set on having you, no matter what you say.

WARNINGS: Harassing.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“Andy, just leave me alone!” you almost yell but a small whine from your baby girl reminds you to keep it low.

You bounce your daughter on your chest, a hand protectively holding her tiny head, as if it would keep Andy’s attention away from her. You definitely don’t want her to grab his attention.

“I just want to talk to you, c’mon. Talk things out for our future together.” Andy takes a step closer to you, forcing you to quickly bounce backwards to put the couch in between you.

Trapped, that’s exactly how you feel. Andy is placed on the door’s way, your phone is upstairs and your husband is gone on a business trip. Andy couldn't have had a worse timing.

Your hands are starting to get clammy and it makes you hold your daughter with more vigor.

“Listen, Andy.” you carefully start, transferring weight from one leg to the other. Andy gives you an encouraging smile and you try to avoid looking into his eyes.

The baby on your chest mumbles something in her sleep and you rush your words out, anxious to get him out of the house.

“I’m really sorry for what happened to Laurie and Jacob, I really am. You know that me and Scott supported you guys and it was really sad what happened. But you need to move on with your life, Andy, and leave us alone.”

Andy’s smile dies down and he stares at you with a frustrated expression, but you continue.

“I’m happily married and I’m not going anywhere with you. You have to stop calling me all the time, stop following me around and just leave me alone. I’m not going to run away with you and abandon my daughter, my family.” your voice is shaky, but you manage to speak.

The smile disappears from Andy’s face and it’s replaced by an irritated frown, his jaw clenched tight.

“I’m not asking you to abandon your daughter. She can come with us and I’ll treat her like my own kid.” he declares, taking a predatory step towards you. Your heart pounces on your chest and your legs start to lightly shake.

“We’ll be happy together. It’s a fresh start for both of us, it’ll be good.” Andy’s voice gets lower as he approaches you, his usually composed appearance now disheveled, dark circles around his eyes as if he hasn’t slept for days.

After Laurie and Jacob’s death, you’re sure he hasn’t slept as he’s too busy harassing you.

“Trust me, we belong together and we’ll be so happy together, I know it. So you can either pack your bags and leave with me quietly or we can do this the hard way.”

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diordrysdale · 2 years

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after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 3)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader, ft. devin peters x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 2.1k

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, cheating (laurie is cheating on andy, andy is implied to be cheating/will cheat) reader sends a video where she’s giving devin head, fingering, degradation, squirting, daddy kink, implied murder oop— ft. devin peters: oral sex (m receiving), slight degradation.

authors note ⋆ I HAD TO SWITCH ANDY FROM SOFT!DARK TO JUST DARK!ANDY YALL IN FOR A RIDE I WAS JUST WRITING THIS AND I WENT DOWN A DARK PATH SO HERE IT IS FINALLY PART 3

+ reminder of who devin peters is, he’s chris evans’ character in the movie don’t look up!

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previous part

shit, shit, shit!

as soon as andy scurried back into his home, he peeled through the curtain of the window near laurie’s favorite sofa— the one she was currently on.

“I need a ride to my yoga class, andy.” she spoke as she typed away on her phone, laughing at the texts she was receiving from a friend.

yoga class, sure.

he watched as you stood in place, dumbfounded before the movie star tugged you back towards the house, practically pawing at your breasts for attention.

you giggled as he kissed and sucked at your neck, shoving him away to play hard to get, took one last glance at mr. barber’s house, and sighed, convincing yourself it was most definitely a coincidence.

andy, on the other hand, was losing his mind.

so, you were living next door, what could he do about it? go up to the door and give a polite hello, make small talk and confess how he’s been touching himself to you for the past 4 months?

maybe how he’s dreamt constantly of pounding you into his mattress as you drool on his sheets, neither of you knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or keep ruining your hole.

“…andy! here’s fine!” andy hit the breaks, the wheel’s screech pulling him from his thoughts as laurie opens the door without a simple thank you or goodbye, running up to her friends.

he began to drive off, reaching for his phone, unlocking it and grinning for what he was challenging himself to do.

“hey, SIRI, uh, sex shops near me.”

NEXT DAY

tears had dried on your cheeks as you caught your breath, letting your boyfriend tease your lips with the tip of his cock.

“look at you, all hungry for this dick.” he hummed, his free hand holding up your phone, filming your every move.

you said you’d airdrop it to him later, but you had other plans for this home video.

“fuckin’ slut..” you shut your eyes to avoid rolling them, the degradation just didn’t come naturally with him, oh, but with mr. barber.

if your neighbor was indeed your favorite subscriber, he was in for a treat.

“why’s a mr. barber texting you on your site?I thought you didn’t entertain those freaks on your live chat?” devin pulled you from your thoughts when a notification pinged on the top of your screen.

wrapping your lips around his veiny cock, you sucked harshly, distracting him from the text message as he gasped out, hand forcing your head down as he began to fuck your throat in a sloppy manner.

the wet gagging noises sent him over the edge, overflowing your mouth with his sticky load— wasn’t the best taste. although, it still made your mind stray to how mr. barber—

“let me see it.” he groaned, cupping your cheek with a softness you hated.

you couldn’t make up your mind about this guy, no matter how many millions of dollars laid on his dollars

sure, he was an admired actor, celebrity crush to many, and you had him at your beck and call.

but you were insatiable.

you had daydreamed of becoming his girl, riding him in his luxurious cars, and being the pretty little thing on his arm at movie premieres, red carpets, you name it.

but hollywood was ruthless to girl with a job like yours.

maybe starring on the big screen and having paparazzi shadow you wasn’t your thing, but being loved after dark was, and you were okay with that.

opening your mouth, you revealed his load before you swallowed it, glancing up at him for some sort of praise but he just exhaled, sinking into the sofa as he put his softening penis away.

you snatched your forgotten phone from the couch and saved the video before reading the text message, feeling your heart drop to your stomach.

barber543

hello neighbor.

andy hid the newly purchased box of sex toy items under the bed, his chest swelled with pride when he imagined how ruined he’d leave you by the end of the night, have you begging for him to stay, to touch your sweet pussy again, and again, til you couldn’t bare another orgasm.

official-kitten

there’s no way it’s you

he chuckled, he could just picture your cute expression of brows furrowed together, biting at your inner cheek.

barber543

come over and find out.

andy was always the type to take charge of a situation, but he was positive you’d be his tonight. and every night after that.

swallowing hard at mr. barber’s recent message, you slid your back down against the bathroom wall, thumbs dancing across the screen.

official-kitten

I’m busy daddy

🎥 0:45

your heart pounded in your ears as you linked the video devin filmed of you, and sent it— it was a russian roulette, you had absolutely no clue what he’d say—

barber543

not even a minute?

did he return the favor? or are you just a cocksleeve.

bet he didn’t even touch you

his punctuation made you giggle, but your hand began to slither down beneath your panties, ghosting over your clit.

official-kitten

he didn’t even make me wet :(

barber543

I’m not surprised.

I’m guessing you’re all needy. and pathetic.

official-kitten

don’t be mean :(

your middle finger and ring finger began to rapid circle on your clit, the sight of your hand moving beneath your underwear made your heart race.

barber543

you don’t know half of it, princess.

come over, or I’ll fuck you stupid in front of your friend.

removing your fingers before you came, you breathed heavily, smiling at the texts as you stood up with a rush, exiting the bathroom as you called out for devin who had made himself busy in the kitchen.

“what’s up, babe?” he chewed on a simple ham sandwich, scrolling through his twitter feed, mostly raising his ego with all the complements and praise thrown his way.

“you need to leave, now.” you shoved his beanie into his chest as he frowned, scoffing.

“i need to do my skin-care routine, do my mani-pedi, you know,” you rambled nervously, but he came to be truly understanding, kissing your forehead.

“fine, fine! send me the video, dollface.” he walked out the door, inhaling the fresh boston air, looking around the calm neighborhood til he made eye contact with the man they’d encountered earlier.

andy waved at the celebrity with full intent of fucking you into his mattress, the bedroom floor, the kitchen counter, and laurie’s pitiful garden in the front yard.

“hey, y/n,” devin called over his shoulder, still narrowing his eyes at the floofy haired man, as you waltzed over to him, glancing up at him, “don’t go on stream tonight. got a feeling there’s gonna be some creeps on the live.”

“sure thing, devy,” you stepped on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I’ve got other plans.”

you applied your gloss, extremely giddy to finally meet the man who had been paying for quite literally everything you could dream of.

you wondered what he did for a living, how he stumbled upon your live stream and if he thought about you daily.

what if he was a psychopath? you had lost count of how many people you had blocked due to their obsession with you, driving you to the point to being constantly paranoid, always glancing over your shoulder and double checking your door at night.

fuck it.

shutting your door on your way out, you fiddled with your fingers, cracking your knuckles which had been a nervous habit of yours.

til someone pulled up to the driveway.

it was a woman, brunette, with a disconsolate look on her face.

of course, he had a wife. why weren’t you surprised? most of the good ones were taken.

“oh! hello..” the woman wiped her drippy nose on her wrist, hugging herself as she stood in front of you, waiting for you to present yourself.

“i’m [y/n], lila’s friend. I’m house-sitting and i just- I can’t seem to, uh…“

“get the washing machine to start? cindy always has that problem, but luckily, my husband andy helps her out. it happens at least every week.” your jaw clenched at the information, feeling yourself turn green with envy, but your heart stopped when the man of the hour stepped out to the driveway, locking eyes with you.

“honey, lila’s friend here needs help with the washer, go.” she sniffled, causing andy to cup her cheek and angle her face up, allowing him to see her bloodshot eyes.

“what happened? where’s jacob, is he okay?” laurie nodded her head, clearing his anxiety a bit til he caught her left hand— ring finger, completely bare.

“we need to talk.” laurie muttered as andy wrinkled his nose at the scent of another man’s cologne on her.

“I’ll just-“

“no!” you and laurie whipped your heads at him, making him breath out a laugh as he reached for your hand— time froze, not just for you.

“I’ll help you first, I just need to get some tools. give her something to drink, laurie.” before you knew it, you began following him and his wife into his home, wondering what scheme he had planned.

he gently closed the door behind you, not missing the chance to place his hand on your lower back, leading you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of deep red wine, ignoring how his wife had excused herself to the upstairs bathroom.

alas, the two of you were alone.

slowly with a hint of intimidating, he began to corner you against the counter as you look down at your feet with natural submission, making him chuckle and hold your chin between his pointer and thumb.

“wait for me upstairs, second room on the right.” you glanced up at him with a parted jaw, “I want you playing with your pussy, legs spread, only wearing this shirt. go.” his command made you raise an eyebrow.

“you can’t tell me what to do.” your bratty response made him scoff as his hand slipped beneath your pajama shorts, cupping your mound as his middle finger dragged against your clothed slit, making you shiver.

“no? you sure about that?” he smirks at the wet spot on your panties, watching you squirm, in person? fuck, you couldn’t let you go. ever.

“tell daddy what you’re gonna do for him,” he whispers, his pulse accelerating when your trembling hand rose to caress his beard.

“I’m gonna play with my pussy and wait for him. and then, I’m gonna let him do whatever he wants to me,” you whimpered when he pinched at your clit, “let daddy use me and my holes.”

you were a damn menace with your words.

“you’ll be daddy’s cumrag?” he suggested as his hard-on grew against his slacks, compelling him to grind desperately against your stomach.

“yes, please,” you dragged out as looked up at him with lust filled eyes, leaning against him, feeling a bit lightheaded.

“and let me shove my cock in this little pussy when I feel like it?“ pushing aside your panties, his fingers began pistoning past your velvet walls, adoring the immediate debauched look on your face before he kissed your soft lips for the first time.

“anything you want— fuck!”

“beg for your daddy, kitten, beg for daddy to taste your pussy,” the squelching noises, his alluring voice, it was too much.

“fuck! daddy- m’ gonna squirt, ah! pleaseplease-“ he was quick to keep you from falling to your knees, grunting when your legs violently shook, your cunt spurting your juices on his cupped hand.

“my kitten, all mine,” he growled, his pink lips attacking your bare neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as you attempted to even your breath, but you still felt unsatisfied.

you needed to be fucked.

“want your dick, please, please,” you babbled out, your hands moved with a mind of their own, desperately wanting to touch him but he laughed, continuing to rub your slit.

“you’re a little slut, my wife’s in the house! what if she heard you?” he asked with a grin, removing his wet hand and beginning to lead to you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“hurts! I need to feel you inside me,” you pawed at his belt, making him sigh in content before he clutches your cheeks in his hand, it smelled of your scent.

“then fucking wait for me upstairs. second room on the left.” he demanded through gritted teeth, watching you scamper what was left of the staircase.

he rushes to the kitchen, grabbing the first knife he could get his hands on and heads back upstairs with an emotionless façade.

he couldn’t have anymore distractions tonight.

his job was to fuck you as many times you begged him to, and claim you as him.

“laurie, I’m ready to talk!” he calls out to his wife for the last time, gripping at what was to become a murder weapon.

well, only if the police found out.

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a/n; oh y/n, now he’ll never let you go.

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boxofbonesfic · 2 years

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hi! can we get an unwrapped update with andy, reader and their baby?

….damn you, nonnnie, you started a mini-series. i started drabbling out the update, and then it just… got away from me. for those of you who are new here, this is a direct sequel to Unwrapped.

Title: Return to Sender [1 of 7]

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, he’s going to keep that promise.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Minor Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation

A/N: i never actually intended to revisit this series, but… the muse strikes where she strikes, lol.

The bright sunlight makes you squint, raising a hand to shield your eyes from the sudden intensity as they adjust. The air smells clean and fresh and distinctly summer; cut grass and charcoal smoke. The baby gurgles in her carrier, and you adjust her on your hip, peering down to make sure the sun-shield is properly covering her sensitive skin. She coos at you, reaching chubby hands up to grab at your fingers. Wide, blue-grey eyes peer up at you from the soft roundness of her face—her father’s eyes—and apprehension knots your stomach.

Suddenly the air around you feels thick and crowded, and you wonder if maybe you should go back inside, back to your room, and wait until next week.

I’m fine, you tell yourself, your knuckles going white as you grip the infant carrier. You know that the only reason you want to return to the comfort of your home—your prison—is because of Andy. For the last fourteen months, he had condensed your world down to a single point.

Him.

The ankle monitor you’d left on the dresser upstairs had made quite sure of that.

I just want you to be safe, sweetheart. Don’t you understand?

Dove claps her hands together and blows wet raspberries in her carrier, snapping you back to the present. If you stay any longer, you’ll miss the bus, and you know what tarrying means—

Another week of Andy and his relentless affection. The syrup-sweet praise on his tongue turning sour on yours, another week of feeling your walls crumble against the poisonous kindness he pushed on you at every turn. It would have been better if he was cruel, because then you think it might be easier to hate him. Instead, you look down at Dove and remember Andy’s hand on the swell of your belly, him whispering softly through your skin to her as she grew.

Tears gather in your eyes as you fight through the cloud of anxiety to the front gate. Most of your neighbors—Andy’s neighbors, you try to remind yourself that this isn’t your home, Andy isn’t your husband, despite the diamond on your finger—will already be gone for work now.

Less people to see us leaving.

You know Andy will be angry when he comes home and finds you missing, the monitor abandoned. But that won’t be for some time yet, not until he comes home from work.

And by then, you’ll be with Irene.

You puff a little, hefting Dove’s carrier onto your shoulder as you make your way to the bus stop. There’s only one, at the mouth of the wealthy cul-de-sac. You’d found her number scrawled in the back of a self help book at the library, one Andy had promptly made you put back.

“What do you need that for, sweetheart? I don’t hit you. Don’t scream at you. Am I really so bad?” Your throat tightens, and you hate yourself for wondering the same thing.

I can help you get out, her first email had been blunt. But you need to be ready to start from zero.

You run over the plan in your head as you wait for the bus, trying to hide behind the curtain of your hair as cars roll by. You’re supposed to take the bus into the city, where Irene would meet you. And then from there—Canada.

I can’t wait if you’re late, she’d warned you. There are other people depending on me too.

The bus arrives, lowering itself with a hiss. The doors slide open, and you press change into the driver’s hand. You can’t use your card, not anymore. You settle yourself against the window, an arm over the carrier. Dove coos as the bus rocks forward, and the old woman in front of you turns around, a wide smile on her face.

“Adorable baby.”

You force a smile, railing against Andy’s indoctrinated anxieties—no one will protect you like me, honey, the world’s a scary place—

“Thank you.” You grit out the words. She waves down at Dove, who promptly sticks her own foot into her mouth.

“How old?”

“Six months.”

“Oh how wonderful! Congratulations!” She beams another cheerful smile at you, and you have trouble returning it. Her gaze falls to the duffel bag you have shoved up against the window. “Do you have a long trip planned?” She asks, and you can tell that though she’s being polite, she’s prying. Panic rises further in your chest, bile burning in your throat. Does she know Andy? Has she been watching you? Watching you for him?

You’re being paranoid, honey. You can hear his taunting voice in your head, and with jerky movements, you lower the sun shield on Dove’s carrier, blocking her from view.

“Are you meeting your husband somewhere? It must be such a pain to travel with all these bags and the baby—” You yank on the cord, signaling to the driver that you want the bus to stop.

“No—I mean yes, I’m—I have to go,” you stammer, grabbing your bag and Dove and barreling out into the aisle as the bus slows down. This isn’t your stop—you’re a full four stops early—but you can’t be on the bus anymore, you just can’t. Not with this old woman and her questions, and—what if this is all Andy? Testing you?

And you’re failing it?

You’re panting, tears gathering in your wide eyes as you practically flee the bus, half running down the sidewalk until it passes you. You keep your head down, you don’t want to know if the old woman is still watching you.

What if she was just trying to help?

You shake your head—it doesn’t matter. Irene had told you to try and keep as low of a profile as you could, and that meant not making new friends while you were fleeing the father of your child. Finally, the adrenaline peters out and you slow to a walk, your legs cramping. You haven’t moved like that in a long time—mostly because you’re confined to the house when Andy isn’t around. “For your safety”, he says, but you know better.

He doesn’t want you getting out, going home to the parents he’s been feeding lies upon lies about your condition.

But you aren’t going back to them at all—you’re doing what Irene said you should do. You’re starting from zero.

You’re five minutes late when you finally arrive at the bus terminal, your throat tight with anxiety. What if she’d left without you? What if you’d blown your only chance at escape by being exactly what Andy said you were—

A mess. A lovable mess, but honeybee, you need me to make the pieces fit—

“You’re late.” You turn, tears brimming in your wide eyes to face the stranger behind you. Irene is short, shorter than you, but you can see she’s muscular underneath the t-shirt she’s wearing. “You’re lucky I waited, come on.” She motions for you to follow her, and after a moment you do, still juggling Dove and your bag.

“Y-you’re Irene, right?”

“Yep. Car’s this way, in the back. You said he gets off of work at five, it’s three thirty. Let’s get a move on.” You follow her to a gray Subaru behind the bus depot, with California plates. She opens the trunk, and you mumble out a thank you when she motions for you to hand her your bag. “You’re not the first person I’ve done this for, but I want to make sure you aren’t the last. He’s not put any… tracking devices on or in you, right?”

“N-no. I had an ankle monitor, but I-I left that at the house. And my phone, and credit cards too. No computer, or anything.”

“Good.”

She helps you load Dove into the car-seat, and you hesitate to get into the front.

“Is it okay if… if I sit back here?”

“Sure.”

When the engine starts, you feel both relief and apprehension—you know Andy won’t give up easily, but his reach could only extend so far, right? You were going to disappear, to vanish like smoke through his fingers.

You just had to want it bad enough.

—

Andy pulls into the driveway, leaving his briefcase on the seat as he exits the car. Jacob is in the back seat, crashing two action figures together as he makes explosion sounds with his mouth. Andy chuckles at the sight of it.

“You ready to go see your sister, bud? I’m sure she’ll be happy to see you,” Andy replies as he unbuckles him. Jacob nods vigorously.

“Yeah! And m-mom.” He’s still getting used to calling you mom, but it grows less and less noticeable each day, especially with how good you are with him. You’re a natural, just like he’d known you would be. Jacob hops down out of the car, and scrambles for the front gate. It usually gives him trouble—his little fingers can’t quite manage the latch just yet—but it’s wide open this time.

Andy narrows his eyes.

“Wait for me, bud, okay?” He says, catching his son by the arm. Something’s not right. He walks up the familiar steps, holding his keys quiet with his palm so he can listen before unlocking the door. Jacob bounds inside, dropping his action figures one by one as he goes.

“Dove!” He calls, his little voice sing-song-y. “Mommy!”

There’s no answer.

At this time of day, you’re usually feeding Dove, dinner ready on the stove for him and Jacob—but the oven is cold, and there’s nothing set out at all. Andy moves quickly up the stairs to check the baby’s room, and he grits his teeth when he finds the crib empty, and the sheets cold to the touch. The master bedroom is empty too, the dresser drawers pulled out, and—

Your fucking monitor.

Andy wants to yell, throw things—and he contemplates it as he scrubs his hands through his hair and down his face.

You’re gone. Really gone, and the baby, too.

“Daddy, where’s—”

“She went to go see some friends,” Andy replies quickly, his voice cracking just a little. “Mommy will be back soon.”

He heats up leftovers from the fridge for Jacob, and while he eats messily at the dinner table, Andy pulls out his phone, scrolling through his contacts. He can’t believe you’re really gone, that you’d really left—

That you’d dared.

Three weeks in the basement wasn’t long enough.

Andy had taken his time, soundproofing the little suite downstairs and outfitting it for your comfort. Minimal comfort, of course—he needed you to appreciate life upstairs. No contact, only your own thoughts and the drugged food Andy left for you while you’d slept. It had been hard on him, too, knowing you were down there alone and miserable, but he needed you to see things his way.

Clearly you don’t—not yet, anyway.

He knows he can’t trust his first instincts, the ones that are screaming for him to pack up the house, to smoke you out of hiding and bring you right back where you belonged. Here, with him. He’d done everything he could to make sure you were cared for, provided anything and everything you needed. And, once he’d thought you could be trusted, he’d take you on outings. To the store, to the library, anywhere you wanted to go.

You just couldn’t go alone.

“Eat up, Jake. I’ll be right back.” Andy steps out of the kitchen, standing in the living room as he holds his phone up to his ear.

“If you’re calling me, I know you’re waist deep in something terrible.” The man on the other line drawls, the voice dripping with pleased smugness. “Are you?”

“Shut up, Odinson,” Andy snaps. “You’re lucky I let you slide on that—”

“Yes, yes, I know, I owe you. Racketeering. Ugly word.”

“With worse charges.” Andy reminds him. “I need you to find someone for me.”

“Oh, interesting. Alive or dead?”

“Alive. And they had both better be so when I see them next or so help me, I will—”

“Fire and brimstone, Barber. I’ve quite got the picture.” Andy can hear Loki’s satisfied purr through the receiver, and it makes him want to hang the phone up, and try a different avenue all together. “So who did you lose?”

“My wife.” Andy grits. “She took the baby. She’s… she’s not well. I need you to find her, bring her home. I can take care of it from there.”

“Ouch. Opening up old wounds for you, eh Barber?”

“You have a week,” Andy growls. “To bring me my wife and daughter.”

“And on the off chance that I should fail?”

“Your case is just wrapping up, isn’t it?” Andy asks, enjoying the power flowing back in his direction as he tightens the reins. “I think it would be a shame if the prosecution were to discover new evidence.” He pauses to let the weight of his words sink in.

“And presumably you’ll be, what, waiting out the clock?”

“A week.” He hangs up without a further word. He doesn’t like Odinson, doesn’t trust him, but he knows people.

The kind of people who would be able to track you down, and return you to him without asking too many, if any, questions. Andy pokes his head into the kitchen to peek at Jacob making a mess of his spaghetti and meatballs, and verifies that at least some of the food is making it into his mouth before he makes another call. He needs to flush you out, spook you from your hiding place.

“Hello 911?”

Andy swallows thickly before answering, like his voice is heavy with tears he isn’t actually shedding.

“Yes, hello, police?” He says, his voice distraught. “I’d like to report a missing person.”

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🩷🌷

Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

#fic rec #april fic rec #bucky barnes #namor #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #andy barber #joel miller #lloyd hansen

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misshoneybee · 2 years

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𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 🌙✨

hi friends! so, i've had all these hot, little thoughts and prompts floating around my head and i figured that kinktober would be the best time to get them all out!! this is my first time taking this challenge on and i'm incredibly nervous, so please be gentle. 🧡

note: i'll be posting almost every saturday in october (the eighth, fifteenth, twenty-second, and twenty-ninth) and posting a bonus fic on halloween. below the cut, i've included pairings and certain warnings with each day's plot. please check tw's before reading! additionally, this blog is 18+ so minors, dni or you will be blocked.

˖ ࣪𖥔 links 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

kinktober tag | main masterlist | playlist

˖ ࣪𖥔 dates 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

10/8 | 10/15 | 10/22 | 10/29 | 10/31

˖ ࣪𖥔 miscellaneous notes 𖥔 ࣪ ˖

firstly, all tw's are subject to change but will be accurately reflected at the time of publication! secondly, my readers are afab (because that is the perspective i am able to provide) however, i do my best to keep everything else (physical appearance, etc.) as inclusive as possible! i am still new to writing x-reader so constructive criticism is always appreciated! + divider credit

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐡 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

☾ pairing: nanny!reader x daddy!andy barber ☾ tw: daddy kink, ddlg vibes, somnophilia, age gap (reader is early twenties, andy is mid-forties) ☾ summary: working as the barber family's nanny is a piece of cake, but what happens when the dad you've been tip-toeing around all year comes home late one night to find you asleep in his bed, wearing his favorite sweater?

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐡 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

☾ pairing: college!reader x dbf!steve rogers ☾ tw: age gap (reader is early twenties, steve is mid-forties), infidelity, bratty!reader, smut, oral sex (m-rec), light dom/sub, daddy kink, dirty talk, degradation, use of pet names, squirting, creampie ☾ summary: when your dad's best friend tags along on a family vacation, there's just something about him that you can't stay away from. the only obstacle? you needed to get that ring off his fucking finger.

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐞

☾ pairing: reader x ex-boyfriend!ari levinson ☾ tw: slight coercion, smut, fingering, oral sex (f-rec), size kink, daddy kink, dirty talk, breeding kink, kind of dub-con, unprotected sex, creampie ☾ summary: a breakup doesn't always mean forever--especially not if ari has anything to say about it. when you come back to the house to get your things after leaving him, he knows exactly how to make you stay...

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐡 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐥

☾ pairing: innocent!reader x step-brother!ransom drysdale ☾ tw: innocence kink, stepcest, manipulation, pussyjob ☾ summary: coming october twenty-eighth!

──── ·。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ────

𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 | 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥

☾ pairing: reader x paramedic!neighbors!stucky ☾ tw: mfm threesome, slight medical kink, bondage ☾ summary: (insp. by johnny-simpfinger and this post), coming october thirtieth!

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delicatair · 9 months

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Teaser

Pairing: neighbor!Andy x reader Warnings: cursing, teasing?, implied sex

I knocked on his door. This dress suddenly feels to short and small. The summer breeze pulled my hair. I know that it’s wrong. I mean he’s a divorced man for god sakes.

He opens the door. He’s surprised it’s me because his eyebrows shot up the second we made eyes contact.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” He asked. “I just wanted to ask a favor” “Of course, come inside and we’ll talk”

He opens the door wider for me to step in. I’ve only been inside his house twice. Once when the was a barbecue for all the neighbors and once when I helped him with a grocery bag because I was on the street.

He closed the door and walked past me towards his kitchen. I followed. It’s nice. He is lawyer after all and a good one.

“Water?” “I’m okay thanks”

Silence fell upon us. He lead against the counter meanwhile I stood awkwardly, trying to remember how to talk to him. His shirt fits so perfectly on him. Exposing his arms and chest.

I looked at my surroundings and slowly walked a closer to where he was standing.

“What was it you needed, sweetheart?” He said taking one step towards me with crossed arms and a concerning look on his face. “Oh well I was just wondering if you could help me fix my door? It’s not closing and Margaret told me you might be able to help” “Sure yeah. I just have to get my tools from my garage” he said turning to get his things. “Thank you, your such a life saver Mr Barber”

He stopped mid movement. “Please Y/n, it’s Andy to you” “okay Mr Barber” “Andy” “oh.. sure Andrew” I giggled. He smiled. “Aren’t you a tease?”

I think I might turn into a tomato. Not only is this man at least eight years older than me but he also called me sweetheart the first time we met. I think I’m gonna faint he’s so close to me and he smells really good and he looks really good and I bet he’s really good.

“I wouldn’t say that Mr Barber” “No? Hm well how about I prove it” he said as he takes another step closer. I think I can fell his breath.

“How?” I whispered. To him. We’re standing so close and I think we are breathing the same air and his eyes are looking into my soul and I want to wrap my hands around his neck.

“By fucking you senseless, sweetheart”

#andrew barber #cevans #chris evans #andy barber smut #defending jacob #andy barber #andy barber fanfiction #fanfic

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holylulusworld · 9 months

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Two can play a game

Summary: Your arranged marriage is far from perfect. When Ransom takes one step too far, you pay him back the best way possible.

Pairing: Mafia!Ransom Drysdale x fem!Reader, ???!Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, arranged marriage, Ransom being an asshole, cheating, implied cheating, mentions of sidepieces, making out, implied smut, mafia au

There he is, licking whipped cream off some bimbos’ tits. The woman moans and fakes she’s having fun. Just like some many greedy bitches wanting to get their hands on his wealth before.

Ransom Drysdale. Your husband. The self-declared gift to all women.

At the beginning of your arranged marriage, you easily overlooked his flaws and quirks. He was a good-looking and charming man, easily working his way into your heart and between your legs.

Ransom was passionate and sweet. Even if he was a little too cocky and arrogant for your taste. He was a prick to most people, including your friends. The only person he treated with respect was you.

Back then you believed this arranged marriage can work out.

Sometimes you even felt loved by your husband. And you reflected his feelings.

But all good things come to an end.

Your little bubble burst when you walked in on him railing one of the new maids. He didn’t even try to hide his infidelity. Proud of himself for leading you on, and making you believe you are more than a pawn to him.

Ransom declared your marriage is not a real marriage. Arranged marriages don’t count in his opinion. That’s what he said. His poor excuse for cheating on you.

Since that day, you refuse to sleep in the same room with him. Just like you didn’t let him touch you. The thought of riding the same dick he pushed into some bitch’s cunt was enough to leave your pussy dry most of the time when it comes to your husband.

“Oh, my beloved wife,” Ransom lifts his head from his latest conquest’s tits.

“Does she want to join us?” The girl squeaks as her eyes land on you.

Ransom grins, but you ignore the little pang in your chest. “Ah, better not. She’s frigid, you know.” He says to the girl he has on top of your kitchen counter.

“When you are done here, call someone to get rid of the kitchen counter. You never know where your little skank was before you found her on the sidewalk,” you snap at your husband.

He watches you open the fridge to get a bottle of water. “If you would excuse us now,” he grunts. “Or do you want to watch?” Ransom tries to rile you up. It’s a fight for dominance and you won’t lose it.

“Sorry, but limp dicks don’t do it for me, honey,” you bite back. “I’ll talk to our neighbor. He invited me over to talk about the next book we want to read. At least he’s got good taste.”

“See. That’s why I prefer fucking hot women like Cassie.”

“My name is Kathy,” the blonde protests. “Did you already forget my name?” She frowns deeply. “Ran?”

“He didn’t even listen when you told him your name.” You walk out of the kitchen, sway in your hips. “If you go home with Ransom Drysdale, you are destined to get disappointed. In any way. He doesn’t even know where to find your G-spot, and he won’t try to find it …

“Y/N, hey,” Andy smiles widely when you stand in front of his door. It happens ever so often since you found out about Ransom’s infidelity. “Bad day?”

You sniff and shake your head. “Do you have a drink with my name on it, Andy?” He opens the door wider to let you in. Andy doesn’t ask what happened. He waits for you to talk to him.

“Always, neighbor.” He closes the door behind you. “What can I offer to you.”

“Distraction, and maybe a place to stay for the night,” you lick your lips. “Ransom has company.” Your eyes drop to the diamond ring on your finger.

“He brought one of his sidepieces to your home,” Andy sounds almost shocked. Almost… “Why would he do such a thing?”

“He likes to play games.” You shrug. “I refused to play along and let him fuck me after I found out about his harem of bimbos. If only he was at least a himbo with a big dick.”

Andy nods thoughtfully when you finally explode.

“I had to let my doctor check me for STDs. Can you imagine how I felt? I’m married and ask them to run all the tests. I bet they believed I’m the one who cheated!” You start to pace the room. “I haven’t looked at another man.”

“Y/N, you need to take deep breaths,” Andy softly speaks to you.

He looks at you with soft blue eyes, and fuck, he looks so good. Did he always look so good?

“No. I need to get this out.” You raise your hand. “I-I was always faithful. I could’ve fucked countless guys, but I didn’t. Because that’s not who I am, Andy.”

“I know. You’re a good girl,” he replies, making you stop in your tracks.

He looks at you, eyes drifting toward your lips. You take a breath, and another before you grab his face to kiss him. Andy doesn’t hesitate. He eagerly kisses you back.

Damn, he tastes even better. Like mint, and the coffee he drank. You cup the back of his neck and run your free hand over his back. He moans into you, tongue delving into your mouth.

“Fuck,” he wraps his arms around you and kisses you again. This time, he suckles at your tongue. “You taste so good.”

He laughs against you. “You too,” Andy nips at your lips. “Do you want this? I don’t want to take advantage of you. We can just talk a little and…”

You silence his doubts with your lips. “I wanted you the moment you moved in across the street four years ago.”

“Same,” he pants between kisses. “But you were married, and I was freshly divorced.” You grab the hem of his shirt, shoving it up to his arms. “Fuck, you looked so cute in your summer dress.”

“Yeah?” You whine as he buries his face in your neck. He kisses your skin, nipping and licking your sweet spot while you hastily unbuckle his belt. “What did you want to do with me?”

“Fuck you until you can’t walk straight.” Andy shoves his pants down his legs, stepping out of them.

“Just like right now?”

You gasp when he grips your hips to hoist you up and slam you into the wall, causing a few picture frames to drop to the ground.

Andy doesn’t seem to mind. He crushes his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately. You moan into his mouth and wrap your legs around his waistline.

“Right now,” he growls against you. All softness is gone when he looks at you pressed against the wall. “I wanna ruin you for him.”

“Ruin me. Make me yours,” you challenge. You allow him to grind his erection against your core and offer your body to him. All you want in return is to forget about your unfaithful husband.

“If you let me have you, I won’t allow you to go back to him. You’ll be mine,” Andy warns. “Name what you want.”

You whimper at his words. Ransom never asked what you want. No one ever did.

“You.” You breathlessly reply. “I want you. Make me forget about him.”

You roll to your side, smiling as your eyes land on the man next to you. Still, you hold your breath. What if this wasn’t the best idea you ever had?

What if he regrets what happened last night?

What if he breaks his promises and forgot about all the things he said to you while he claimed your body?

Andy dips his head to look at you. “Morning beautiful.” He rolls to his side to look at you. “Slept well?”

“Yeah,” you don’t know why your voice trembles. Maybe because you fear Andy is the same as your unfaithful husband. He seems so different from the prick you are married to, but you let a pretty face and charming personality fool you once.

Andy runs his hand over your arm, fingertips tickling your skin. “What do you want to do today?”

“I don’t know,” you answer. Honestly, after last night everything has changed. You only came to Andy’s house to seek shelter for a few hours, or one night.

Now that you gave in to your feelings, you cannot go back to Ransom and pretend it doesn’t break you to see how less you mean to him.

“How about we go to your house, deliver the divorce papers I prepared while you were sleeping, and pack your things? I’ll bring a few friends to help you carry the heavy stuff.”

You’re taken aback. “What?” Stammering you look at Andy who lovingly cups your cheek to press a soft kiss on your lips. “Andy, this isn’t funny. I need to think about what to do now. You don’t know my husband. He’s a prick, but also dangerous and he won’t let me walk out on him so easily.”

“You think I care?” Andy chuckles darkly. “Oh, beautiful. I told you that you are going to be mine when you let me, have you. Didn’t I?”

“Yes.” You remember vividly how you begged him to make you his, and only his. That you agreed to become his pretty little wife, and always cum for him. “That was in the heat of the moment. Wasn’t it?”

“Y/N, I dreamed of taking you out for years. Every time I wanted to ask you to leave your husband, you told me about him with so much adoration that I couldn’t make a move. But now that I know he fucked up, I can’t miss the chance.”

“Andy, I can’t end my marriage only to become someone else’s arm candy or his most prized possession. I’m not a toy, nor a brainless doll you can use.”

“Baby, I swear this isn’t how I see you,” Andy presses another soft kiss on your lips. “Let me help you. If you don’t want to be with me, I understand. All I want is to make sure that Ransom Drysdale leaves you the fuck alone.”

“Why?” You question.

“Because,” he kisses you again, slow and gentle, “I think I love you…”

“Y/N, what’s the douche from next door doing at my house,” Ransom follows you and Andy. “I’m talking to you!”

“Oh, I thought as you are busy disappointing one of your playthings with your limp dick,” you snap at Ransom. “I can bring a real man to satisfy my needs too.”

“Beautiful, why don’t you go upstairs and look for all the things you want to take with you? My friends will be here any minute.”

“Okay,” you nervously glance at Ransom. “Be careful. He’s dangerous.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Andy pecks your cheek. “I’ll be careful.”

Turning his head toward Andy your husband’s features darken. “If you touched my wife, you are dead.” He pats the gun hidden under his jacket. “If you leave my house now, I’ll only break every bone in your body.”

Andy laughs into Ransom’s face.

“You’ve got no clue who I’m.” Stepping toward your husband, Andy sizes Ransom up. “Do you honestly believe you are scaring me? You’re nothing but a pathetic man cheating on his beautiful wife and,” Andy leans closer to Ransom to whisper in his ear. “I’m long enough in town to know that you are not on top of the food chain any longer. Your time is running out.”

“I don’t know what you are talking about!”

“The deal last week,” Andy smirks darkly, “the one you couldn’t seal? I took it over. Your business partners are my partners now. Your wife. Is mine. Your friends, mine too. I dismantled Ransom Drysdale piece by piece.”

“Why? How?”

“At first, I moved in next door to check your territory out. But then, I saw your wife and the way you treated her. She didn’t know you were a piece of shit cheating on her from day one.”

“You did all this for my wife?” Ransom hiccups. “You’re insane. Starting a war over some pussy!”

“You don’t get it,” Andy hisses. “Y/N is not some pussy to me. She’s everything, and I’ll make her my queen.”

While you look for the things you want to take with you, Andy threatens Ransom and his organization.

When you walk back down the stairs, your husband already signed the divorce papers. He will let you go and get out of town as fast as possible.

Ransom didn’t know that no one messes with Andrew Barber. The head of the Boston mafia. One of the deadliest men alive…

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#Two can play a game #andy barber #ransom drysdale #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #ransom drysdale x reader #angst #tw: cheating #mafia au

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springlibrary · 1 year

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Fic & Author Recommendations Wrapped 2022

This is a first I am doing this but I felt that I want to share what I’ve been reading for the past couple of months.

Some authors you may already know and some, maybe not yet. But what they all have in common is that they make really amazing stories which I believe should be shared to everyone.

The categories will simply be separated by Dark and Non-Dark. I think it’s easier that way, but I will mention either way if they (the non-dark ones) are fluff, angst or simply smut.

Dark

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter.

All in the Family (Silverfox!Loki x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: Your new boyfriend invites you to meet his parents for the holidays.

Wallflower (Silverfox!Thor x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor Summary: Your mother meets a new man, but he doesn’t seem very interested in her.

High Value Hero (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rustytricycle Summary: America’s golden boy, Steve Rogers, doesn’t have the most modern view of women behind closed doors. And the podcasts his buddy Sam has introduced him to don’t help the situation. Unfortunately for you, you catch his eye when you become his next door neighbor.

The Fall of Aphrodite (ThorKi x Reader) by @cherienymphe Summary: You have the hearts of both of the princes, but nothing good lasts forever.

If I can’t have you (Andy Barber x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: After your professor calls off your affair, you won’t take no for an answer. Andy loves you and you love him— you’re meant to be.

Fixer-Upper (Lumberjack!Steve x Reader) by @straywords Summary: You move to the countryside but life isn’t the cottage daydream you hoped for.

Grey

Put You In Your Place (Stepdad!Andy Barber x Stepdaughter!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki Summary: Andy is sick of his stepdaughter continuously stepping out of line, and when he catches her spiking the punch at Jacob’s sixteenth birthday party, he’s had enough. It’s time he teaches her a lesson.

Show Some Respect (James Conrad x OFC) by @ladycamillewrites Summary: Louise, the adventurous daughter of a Marine General was assigned Capt. Conrad’s expedition troop. Soon tempers clash and Conrad has to make his position clear.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Poker Face (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚 Summary: Will you win a game of strip poker against the god of mischief?

It’s Always Been You (Loki x Reader) by @sarahscribbles 💙 Summary: Loki follows you from the Yule celebration with one question on his mind.

Come Around Sundown (Tattooed!DBF!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚 Summary: What happens at Christmas is never just a one time thing, and when summer break rolls around, you find yourself repeating past mistakes. Or is it a mistake?

Chocolate and Promises (Loki x F!Reader) by @michelleleewise 💔💙 Summary: You have been friends with Loki awhile, so when he locks himself away you make it your mission to get to the bottom of it.

Give these writers some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you liked their fics. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

p.s. you can also send me some of your recommendations. Just slide in my ask or my DMs.

#fic recommendation #beanie's fic recommendations #fanfic recommendation #loki #loki x reader #steve rogers #steve rogers x reader #thor #thor x reader #andy barber #andy barber x reader #james conrad #james conrad x ofc #dark fics #fluff fics #smut fics #angst fics

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jamneuromain · 10 months

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Wishful Thinking Chpt. 6

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, explicit language, Possessive!Andy Barber, CHEATING, Assault

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Someone knocks on the door in a rush.

You weren’t thinking. You are so certain it must be Andy, hurrying back to change his clothes. You weren’t considering any other possibility, such as the neighbor comes knocking because there’s a leak in the pipes. You are so sure it’s Andy.

Only that Andy doesn’t need to knock.

He could have opened the door with his keys.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you’d-” Your sentence is cut off, as you open the door and your eyes land on a woman.

A skinny brunette about your height. Her hair is a bit tousled, her dark brown cardigan slightly out of place, as you believe it’s not that chilling in the middle of the day. Nevertheless, you cautiously ask the woman in front of you: “Hi, how may I help you?”

The brunette looks inside the house over your shoulder. She blinks a few times more than necessary, as if she was startled by your question, “I uh- is Andy here?”

Your thighs and calves suddenly get chilly as you realize you are still dressed in Andy’s clothes, which barely covers your thigh. You chew on your lower lips before answering, “No. I’m afraid not. He has gone to work. Do you want to leave a message?”

“What?” The brunette grips the hem of her cardigan, looking like the cardigan is biting her somehow. “What was that?”

You naturally think you replied in a small voice. You clear your throat, repeating your answer, “He’s at work. I’m sorry, who are you?”

The floating sight drifts around the interior of the house, before returning to you, “I’m Laurie. Laurie Barber.”

“Oh.” Barber. She looks too young to be his mother. So… “You’re his … sister? Cousin?” You open the door some more, “sorry, uh, do you want to come in?”

“And you’re …?” Laurie tilts her head, looking confused.

You wrap his shirt around you in slight embarrassment. You are not ready to meet his family right now. You weren’t even dreaming about this part (or thinking about it, to be honest), as you just started to build a relationship with Andy.

Deep down, however, you want to share this news with someone. Anyone.

A bashful grin sneaks on your lips, you lower your head, still embarrassed, but with a hint of happiness laced your voice, “I’m … umm his girlfriend.” You never met your boyfriends’ – whether the relationship serious or not- family before. And it’s not like Andy is open about his family or his past. Speaking of, he hasn’t even mentioned his childhood to you. Or the family members in his family. Hence, you have no idea who this Laurie is, or whether she is friendly to Andy.

You are a bit nervous so you hastily apologize for the both of you: “I’m sorry. Andy is not particularly sharing about himself. And it’s only been a few weeks since we were … a thing. I’m so sorry you saw me like this. Actually, we are not really clear about the relationship, we’re more just … rolling with it? See how it goes? It’s fairly new to both of us.” Gosh you are so nervous, you are giving yourself goosebumps.

“Girlfriend.” Laurie murmurs.

“Yeah, it’s-it’s new. And I don’t want to jinx it right now.” You let out a long exhale.

“A few weeks. You say.” Laurie repeats your words, more like a statement than a question. The fact that she hasn’t told you who she is to Andy makes you nod hesitantly.

She cannot be his mother, right?

If so, she looks way too young than her actual age.

“Yeah.” You add, “We’re not living together.” You are extra conscious of his shirt on you and how this all seems, when Laurie stares at your neckline.

You are so glad Andy didn’t pull any funny business and leave marks on your body last night, and also this morning. He’s a man of his words. Or you would be digging a hole all the way to the core of the Earth and burying yourself in it right now.

“Together?” Laurie’s eyes look right into yours. The way she doesn’t blink and her eyes almost pop makes you slightly uncomfortable. For a second, you mistake her as a viper, slither its body, crouching low, waiting for the kill shot, eyes on the victim - you.

“Together? I guess. But we’re not-” there yet. You try to explain, but a loud smack on your face blocks whatever comes out of your mouth.

Your ears ringing, vision pitch black, a faint taste of metal lingers on your tongue. It prickles when you swallow on instinct.

What just happened?

Your palms cover your cheek, where it burns and stings.

“Stay away from my husband, you home-wrecking bitch.” Laurie steps close, her icy eyes full of taunt and contempt. The feeling of being watched by a dangerous predator sneaks up your back, you shiver uncontrollably, barely able to breathe. She pulls your hair back, making sure that you are listening closely to every word of her threat, “Or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

With that, she lets go of your hair, when your body drops to the ground with a dull “thunk”, as your legs turn weak. She slams the door, the loud noise echoes in the apartment.You can hear your mind going blank with a deafening buzz. Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. And your face. Oh God your face.

You get up from the ground, moving yourself to the bathroom, checking yourself in the mirror. Your left cheek is a bit numb. But luckily there’s no trace of you being smacked just now. A faint smear of red on your cheek. Though it doesn’t look like leaving bruises any time soon.

She’s lying.

Laurie is a fucking liar.

You change your clothes into the T-shirt and jeans you wore last night. Packing his suit in your backpack.

Andy wouldn’t lie to you.

Andy has been so soft and sweet.

Sure, he has treated you roughly during sex one night. But what could one night represent? That he’s a psychopathic freak?

You turn the engine on and drive down the road towards the university.

Andy is your boyfriend. And Laurie is this crazy stranger coming out of nowhere slapping on your face. It’s obvious who you should trust.

Of course, you should trust Andy.

Andy who has been considerate for your relationship, telling you to take your time to decide.

Andy who has never told you about his family, who has never shared about his past, and hasn’t had a successful relationship in his thirties?

Laurie’s unexpected visit planted a seed of doubt deep in your heart, and now the vines grow. They connect the dots that you have been ignoring or pretend there’s nothing to it. They crawl over your heart, thorns poking, making you bleed.

The incessant calls and texts he claimed are sales calls and texts.

The lacking of his wardrobe. You thought the clothes there were a bit too simple, with few clothes.

The absence of mind lately. He’s not paying attention. Maybe getting too rough too. Does that mean he’s a wife beater, seeing that Laurie is far from a peace lover?

Suppose Laurie is violent, and that’s a big “IF”, there’s no reason for him to lie.

He could’ve just told you that he had a terrible relationship in the past.

You try your best to calm down.

One more chance. You tell yourself. One more chance you’ll give him. You’ll forgive him if he would tell you the truth.

The truth.

What is the truth? Do you still dare to believe anything that comes out of his mouth?

Or he’s telling the truth? Laurie was delusional?

You park the car by the side of the road,

Andy’s office is located at Sackson House. A building you’ve only been to a handful of times in the previous three years because your classes were mostly in the Houlton Building. And the times you were there were only meant for scheduled office hours and the lecture Creative Writing. Not to mention you only have been to his office once.

The time he accused you of cheating in your homework.

Jokes on him because he’s the one cheating this time.

You grab your backpack.

About seven minutes or so from the start of the term reception, you stand in the elevator, patiently waiting for it to take you up to Andy’s floor.

This is the moment you’ve been both fearing and expecting. Ironically, like the first time you came to his office.

The crazy thing is, as you approach his office. You are suddenly less worried. Less concerned. As if you know how this would turn out – a break up.

What’s the worst that could happen?

You knock before entering, seeing Andy in his coffee-stained suit, flipping a fountain pen in his hand, clearly has nothing better to do than waiting for you.

You manage a smile, closing the door behind you.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s the ride here?” He stands up from behind the desk, approaching you, landing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Nothing much.” You pull his suit out of your backpack, handing him what he needs, “look Andy, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah?” Andy starts to shrug off his suit jacket, and unbutton his shirt.

You pull your backpack onto your shoulders, saying softly, “I don’t want there to be any secrets. Between us. If we’re doing this,” you suck in a breath, preparing yourself for whatever comes next, “this relationship, we need to be open and honest with each other.”

“Absolutely, sweets.” Andy nods in agreement, swiftly changing his shirt.

He’s distracted.

Which makes this the perfect chance.

Asking him.

The one and only chance you’ll give him.

And you pray for him to answer correctly – or is it honestly? Words that were supposed to mean the same but now their meanings vary miles away.

Honestly.

You’d want him to be honest.

Can you trust him though? With Laurie ruining everything? Ruining every idea you’ve had about the “perfect” boyfriend? About Andy?

“Anything you’d want to tell me? Anything you’d like to come clean about?” Calmly. Peacefully. Plain like asking him about the weather. “I don’t like to be kept in the dark, Andy.”

Andy is buttoning his cuff links. His movements slow down to a halt. His blue eyes focusing on you. Those warm blue eyes you thought so clear that you could see through his heart. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul. Yet you see nothing but a vast of blue, a pool of icy blue. The clear crystal color blocks all your prying sight out of his heart, his secrets. And maybe out of his wife too.

He smiles apologetically, “I do have a gift for you, sweetheart. But I hate to ruin the surprise.”

Right. His divorce papers, perhaps. Great gift. Brilliant gift.

Or better. His marriage papers. Even better. You think bitterly.

“Anything else you’d want to share with me?” You ask, the smile could barely manage itself on your face.

“Did I do something wrong?” His neck and shoulders seem tense all of a sudden, “did I forget to turn off the stove or something? You didn’t spy anywhere, did you, sweetheart?”

“I’m just being paranoid.” You smile, but the smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Gladly Andy isn’t standing too close to see that. “Nothing wrong. Relax, I didn’t spy. I’m just … insecure, I guess.” Yeah, because his past came knocking and you were the one to answer the door.

And there might be more secrets Andy is holding on to.

You shake your head lightly, making up your mind. This relationship has to end now. You weren’t the person to cheat in your homework, you refuse any actions that would tie you to academic malpractice. You certainly won’t tolerate Andy lying straight to your face.

At the bottom of your heart, you know. You know Laurie was telling the truth and Andy was lying.

Even if he wasn’t married, he should’ve sort this shit out with Laurie first.

No. You’re done with him.

But a proper goodbye first. You know for sure, you’ll miss him. Even if he’s an asshole.

You walk over to the table to hug him. One last time. One last hug.

He’s been kind to you. During this whole relationship.

He’s a nice boyfriend. Nicer than the ones you’ve been with before.

You crane your neck to look up at him, raising the corner of your lips, “thank you, for being honest with me.” For telling me who you really are. “I love you.” You love him. But that’s it.

Kissing his bearded chin, you let go of your arms, the whiff of his cologne on the tip of your nose. You know it’s the goodbye. Saying goodbye to the wild sex and the soft aftercare. Saying goodbye to the amazing dates you’ve been on. Saying goodbye to Andy.

“See ya, Andy.”

You putting up your hand to wave a little, stepping out of the office, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t bother to see his face. His expressions. You didn’t not try to read into it. A goodbye is a goodbye.

A goodbye to the best relationship you’ve had so far.

The door clicks shut. Cutting off your beloved Andy, and your broken relationship behind you.

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diordrysdale · 2 years

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after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 2)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 1.1k+

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, virtual sex/livestream, cheating, sexual use of a popsicle, age gap (reader in their 20s, andy in his late 40s) daddy kink, masturbation (f), degradation kink, mention of spanking, VERY SLIGHT mention of cnc play (you’ll see).

authors note ⋆ you all will definitely see andy’s dark side next chapter <3

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PART 1

3 days earlier

“you just need to feed sprinkles three times a day, and that’s pretty much it.”

your best friend, lila, handed you her family’s cat as she rushed to gather more of her belongings and tossed them into her luggage.

“the guest room is all yours, make yourself at home!” you followed behind her as she scrambled down the stairs at the sound of her mother calling out for her.

“if our house is still intact when we come back, you’ll get paid,” lila rolled her eyes at her mother as she hugged you goodbye.

“come on, tony! we’re gonna miss the flight!” the eighteen year old boy waved goodbye to his best friend and next door neighbor, jacob barber.

“keys are on the counter top, help yourself to whatever’s in the fridge. love you, bye!”

present day

andy huffed as he scrubbed at the dishes, listening to his wife chat loudly on the phone while the television was blaring whatever brain-rotting reality show was trending at the moment.

he tilted his wrist to reveal the time on the apple-watch, 7:03p.m.

it was torture having to wait.

“andrew! go water the plants next door, cindy and the kids aren’t home— carol, stop!” laurie continued laughed on the phone with her friends, forcing andy to count to ten before drying his hands, although the simple act gave him a flashback.

sucking on a popsicle in nothing but your light pink lingerie, you told 60.8k of your loyal subscribers how your day went, how you were terrible bored during a job interview and could only picture yourself spreading your legs for the employer, begging him for the job as he slaps your pussy with his rough belt.

“I’m not sure if I got the job, but at least I have all of you,” you lean back into your cloud-shaped, getting comfortable in the bed you got to call yours for two weeks.

barber543 donated $250.00!

barber543: stop pouting, you make me wanna fuck that slutty mouth of yours til you’re begging me not to

your [e/c] eyes lit up at the familiar user, giddiness running through your veins as you hook your panties to the side with one hand.

“barber543, I did promise a surprise, didn’t I?” You whisper as your other hand moved the blueberry-flavored popsicle towards your sex, moving through your folds before tapping your clit.

“you choose what I call you.” sliding the cold treat inside your cunt, you whimpered at the feeling, heart racing at the notifications of subscribers screen-recording.

barber543: greedy little girl, say mr. barber

“m-mr. barber,” andy shuddered at your breathy words, “don’t fuck me with the popsicle, please.”

barber543: you better fucking take it if you want my cock, you don’t deserve it

“ah- pleaseplease, ‘s too cold-“ your words contrast against how quick you began fucking your cunt with the popsicle, clenching it around it so delicately.

barber543: harder.

“mr. barber, m’ gonna cum, feels too good-“ you choked on your words as your free hand zeroed relentlessly on your numbing clit, back arching as your hand flew out to clutch your bedsheet, leaving half of the blueberry treat in your pulsing cunt.

barber543: wish I could bend you over and slap your ass raw for cumming without my permission.

“don’t punish me, daddy,” your fucked out glance was priceless, removing the popsicle from your center and licked the tip with a breathless giggle.

andy shook his head with a idiotic grin as if he actually was face to face with the angel that you were— or pretended to be.

andy wiped his cum-tainted hand on spare napkin, before something caught his eye.

kneelforhansen donated $3000.00!

kneelforhansen: I’d love to have you for myself. direct message me if you’re interested, kitten.

andy despised the glimmer in your eyes— a look he wanted to believe only belonged to him.

“oh my, thank you,” andy could tell your soft voice was entirely genuine, and he was about to raise the amount, but he remembered than any purchased higher than a thousand would send an alert to his and laurie’s joint email account.

“you’ve made my night, mister.”

andy scowled at the memory— even if a billion people watched your stream, he liked to think you two were simply having a skype-sex session or whatever the younger people used now for video chatting.

facetime?

“hold on- andrew! the plants!” laurie shrilled, waving her hands as she pressed her phone between her ear and her shoulder.

“fucking hell.” andy mumbled, slamming a drawer into place as he made his way out of the house, glancing towards his right and analyzed the garden.

suddenly, he saw purple lights go on in one of the rooms on the second floor.

if cindy’s daughter is still home, why is he doing their chores?

he shoved his hands into his jeans, opting not to water their stupid roses and stupid hortensias and stupid—

his childish thoughts were interrupted by a sweet maserati revving carelessly into the driveway.

he’d be humiliated to admit his jaw dropped at the sight of a celebrity walking about 10 feet away.

devin peters, movie star.

“I’m outside, baby.” he sang into his phone, most likely sending a voice chat as he leaned against the goddess of a car.

the front door swung open, revealing a girl with nothing but a oversized shirt and pink panties, [h/c] hair and beaming [e/c] andy couldn’t mix up.

there was no way.

“there she is.” devin reached out his arms, engulfing you in a needy hug, guiding your legs around his narrow waist.

no. no.

“my pretty girl. how’s my kitten been?” the movie star began walking blindly to the house, mind racing on how many ways he could utterly destroy you.

“oh, crap, that’s lila’s neighbor. hold on,” you wiggled yourself away, shyly making your way towards the older man who was three seconds away from passing out from shock.

“im sure Cindy must’ve told you to take care of these flowers, but I’m house-sitting for a couple weeks. I can manage, mister…”

“barber. mr. barber.”

your eyes widen as your head spun for a split second due to the unquestionable coincidence.

no way.

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PART 3

a/n; this is my multiverse: lloyd hansen, andy barber & devin peters

(devin peters is chris evans’ cameo character in the movie don’t look up, just a reminder :)

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cevansbrat0007 · 2 years

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A Little Scotch

Summary: When you begin to experience Braxton Hicks contractions, it sends your overprotective husband into a tizzy. Andy Barber x Black Reader

*Warnings: Fluff, Protective Andy Barber, Sweet Andy Barber, Very Pregnant Reader, Braxton Hicks, Small Threat of Violence, Alcohol (mentioned), Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Still on that Andy Barber kick, but I’ve got some other fics in the works as well. I know I’ve posted a lot this week, but I hope you’re not sick of me yet! Part of this idea goes to @writer84. Let me know what you think! Part of my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread. Not beta’d. All mistakes are my own.

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Your harried looking husband stands above your heavily pregnant, lounging form. “I have my keys and your bag is in the car. Let’s go, Y/N.” You hold back a laugh at that, as if that man hadn’t had your bag packed and ready to go for months.

“Andy, baby.” You sigh. “I already told you, I’m fine.”

“Nope.” He shakes his head. “We’re going.”

“I don’t need to go to the hospital, you incredibly handsome ogre. We were just there two days ago and they already told us both that what I’m experiencing are Braxton Hicks contractions. I’m fine.”

“But you’re in pain.” He grumbles, looking helpless. “I know people. I will make them do something.”

“Sweetheart. There is nothing that can be done right now. I just need to take it easy.” You try to reassure him. “Help me sit up, please.” You hold out your hand to him.

“So we can go to the hospital, right?” He asks again, this time with a slightly unhinged look in his eyes.

“No, Andy, so I can go make us something for dinner. And maybe fix you a drink.” You offer him your sweetest smile.

“I can’t drink at a time like this! You could go into labor at any moment. And you’re gonna need me. I can’t be too sloshed to drive, beautiful girl.” He brushes his lips over yours as his hand goes to rest on your belly.

“One drink won’t kill you. In fact, I think it might settle your nerves so you can stop ruffling mine.” You tell him. “Now, please help me up.”

Your hands go to grip his muscular biceps as you attempt to pull yourself up. “Honey, either you help me or I will roll myself off this couch and onto the floor and go from there.” Suddenly scared that you’ll follow through on your threat, he gingerly helps you sit up.

“Are you in any pain right now?” His captivating blue eyes search yours for any hint of discomfort.

“No, Andy.”

“Do you feel like you’re going into labor? You know, they say a woman’s water doesn’t always break and -”

“Baby.” You cut him off as you pray to the heavens for patience. “If and when I go into labor, you will be the first person I tell, okay?”

“You promise?” He breathes, his large hands clasping your own. You blink at him for a moment, convinced that your very smart and capable husband has lost his mind.

“Well, I was initially thinking about going and telling a couple of our neighbors first, but I figured that the more courteous thing to do would be to tell my husband the moment I start experiencing signs of active labor.” You pat his cheek and use his body to pull yourself into a standing position. “Good lord.”

“Now out of my way, dear. The three of us need to eat. And I’m going to pour you a scotch since I don’t have any Xanax to offer you. Mmkay?”

“Baby, cooking isn’t taking it easy. Let me order something.” Andy lovingly babbles as he follows after your slowly waddling form.

“No, I need to do something to keep myself occupied. If you’re that concerned, I’ll sit while I do it.”

“Your ankles look swollen. You need to go lay back down. You’re not too big for me to carry, little girl.” He growls at your back.

“Yeah, maybe if you want to throw your back out. Andy, I swear, I’m fine. I love you to death, but you are hovering. And I need you to not.” You mutter as you open the fridge to figure out what you want to make. “It’s stressing me out. And when I get stressed, the baby gets stressed.” You huff.

“Choose something easy and walk me through how to make it.” Your stubborn ox of a man orders you. You turn around to see his arms crossed over his t-shirt covered chest.

“Andrew…”

“Don’t you Andrew me. Your due date -”

“Is still a few weeks away.” You inadvertently grimace when your baby kicks you in the ribs. Even though the two of you had yet to meet, you already loved her. But you were also ninety-percent sure that she was part Can-can dancer. Jesus. She does it again, making you grunt.

“”What’s wrong?” Immediately your husband has you in his arms. “Are you hurting? This is exactly why you shouldn’t be up. Let me take you back to the couch.”

“Big man, love of my life, I’m fine.” You allow yourself to snuggle into his warm chest. “Your daughter just kicked the crap out of me. Twice. That’s all. I swear.”

He sighs before crouching down so that he is on the same level as your swollen belly. “Hi, Bianca Bibbity Boop. This is your Daddy speaking. Please don’t hurt your Mama. I’m super close to going into cardiac arrest right now, okay? My nerves are fried. Thank you.” Andy stands back up and pulls you back into his strong arms.

You can’t help but stroke your fingers through your sweet husband’s hair. “I love you, baby.” You whisper to him. “And I’m so grateful that you’re so attentive. I am the luckiest fucking woman in the world. But I need you to calm down just a bit, because I’m a little worried about you. Did you even eat today?”

“I had coffee,” he mumbles. “And some toast.”

“You know what? I think my Daddy needs to follow his own rules. You’ve got to take care of yourself, because when this baby comes, I am going to need you. Both of your girls will. And I’m not an invalid, I can still do my part to help take care of you.” He sighs and kisses the top of your head. “So let me make you dinner. You can even sit here with me.”

You push away from his big body. “So long as you don’t hover.” You giggle as you poke him in the chest. “Now go over there and sit. Don’t make me angry. It will come with tears. And I might throw something and then run away from home.” You go back to looking in the refrigerator.

He pulls you flush against his hard front to whisper in your ear. “You try to run away from me and I’ll chase you. I guarantee you won’t get far. And not just because you’re pregnant.” You may roll your eyes, but you can’t suppress the shiver that runs through your body.

“Duly noted, my swift and powerful husband.” He nips at your jaw.

“Damned right.” He purrs. “God, it’s like you get sexier everyday. How is that even possible?”

“I don’t know, Andy. But I’m starting to think you’re developing glaucoma. Now how about breakfast for dinner? I’m thinking omelets.”

“Sounds wonderful.” He nips you again. “Let me go get you a chair and I will help you dice veggies.” You smile and press a kiss to his hand. He lets you go to fetch a chair.

“And do not go into labor while I’m gone!” Which makes you groan.

“Andrew Barber, you’re literally going ten feet that way. You can see me, goddamnit! Look, if you wanna cook with me, you’re going to drink that scotch.” You go to get the bottle, a glass, and some ice.

“Yes, dear.” He replies. “Whatever you want.”

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