#andy barber x reader
“So good for me…” I groaned when she started to fuck herself back on my finger.
“More,” she whined, and I swore to God I was about to have a heart attack. This woman would be the death of me.
“Shit, hold on.” Gathering some more of her juices that were still steadily dripping from her pussy, I started to squeeze in another digit next to the one I already had inside of her.
Andy Barber, chapter four of finding you
@sweetkingdomstarlight-blog no, he’s not fingering her 🐱
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𝔟𝔯𝔞𝔱𝔱𝔶 𝔰𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔞𝔶 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱
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Hi, friend! Today I’m thinking about our soft lil ex spouses having a pregnancy scare while they’re still in school. Andy is an angel and calms her down and goes out to buy tests and tissues and candy so that he’s prepared for whatever emotions come out of it. The tests are negative, but it leads to their first real conversation about wanting that with each other. Even though they’re relieved, Andy is so soft and says if she had been pregnant, he would have done anything and everything to make it work and to make sure she finishes school because he doesn’t expect her to stay home with the child(ren) (unless she WANTS to, then he totally supports that, too) and and and 🥺🥺🥺
I’ve been having a rough few days (months, really), and your writing, especially the ex spouses universe/fluff, really helps me to get out of my own head. Thank you for everything ❤️
gotta be careful
pairing: Andy Barber x Reader (ex spouses universe, college addition)
a/n: i had to write this—andy is precious af. for more drabbles search or click on the tag “ex spouses universe” or “college addition”
warnings: pregnancy scare lol, a mild panic attack, fluffy, stoopid bf andy, poorly edited
“Andy?” You call out, knocking rapidly on the door of his dorm room. When he doesn't open, you bite down on a sob and bang your palm harder on the door. “Andy!”
He's asleep, he'd texted you he was in sleeping in, in lieu of going to his class this morning. Hungover out of his mind from previous night. Sometimes you worry if he'll ever grow up and out of this phase. Stop partying so much and start focusing on important matters. Right now, it's worrying you even more.
It's not that he's not responsible, he just needs to step up a little and not be so loose.
“I'm coming! I'm coming!”
You breathe a sigh of relief and step back. The door clicks open and you rush in, shouldering past his form. Sleep tired eyes and messy bed hair, he rubs his eye with the heel of his palm, still getting used to the lights. Yawning while speaking, “Whoa, hey, babe, what's happening? Why aren't you in class?”
You don't have time to chat. You have bigger problems at hand.
“I'm three weeks late.” You say, a seriousness in your tone and eyes.
It takes him a moment to realize what you mean, face twisted in confusion before the lines on his forehead straighten out and he pales for a moment. That expression—it makes you huff, because you feel exactly the same. You dump your body on his bed, bouncing with the springs. Laying flat on it, a hand on your belly as fresh tears slide down your face.
“Andy, what're we gonna do?”
“Have you taken a test?”
You sniffle and shake your head. He kneels in front of you, forcing your lax body to get up and face him. Large hands, one around your waist, the other cupping your cheek as you look down at him.
“Honey, it's okay. We can't jump into conclusions. But if, you know, if we are—”
“I still have a year to complete my graduation. You're going to law school next year. We have so much on our plate, Andy. And a baby—?”
Your heart rate's picking up, breath coming up short. Tears won't cease and your hands have gone cold. You're spiralling and he has to calm you down.
“Hey, hey, hey...” He makes you look at him, “Look at me, just look at me.”
When you do, your eyes are dark, lashline flooded with more tears, rolling down and gathering at your cupid's bow. Dropping on his hand that rests on your thigh. He tells you to match his breaths, breathe with him as he keeps your palm on his chest as a sort of guidance. You follow his rhythm, while he wipes your tears away. Looks so intently into your eyes, the contact never falters, neither does his voice when he says,
“We're okay. Whatever it is, we'll get through it. We'll do whatever you want and we'll be okay. You'll be okay. Honey, I'll make sure of it.”
You nod, inhaling suddenly as the lack of oxygen burns your lungs.
“Alright? I'll go and get you a test. Will you be okay on your own?”
You're not sure, you just want to curl up in a ball and sleep it off. But for his sake you nod again.
It takes him precisely half an hour to come back. And along with the tests he also bought you some of your comfort food. You're glad each dorm room has its own bathroom, because you were not ready to take this test in a communal washroom. Rumours spread like plague and it's the last thing you wanted.
He's anxiously waiting outside, leg bouncing, fingers fidgeting. Running a nervous hand through his hair, biting his lip. As soon as you step out, he's up and staring at you like a deer caught in headlights.
A sigh of relief and you give out a short, huffed laugh. All of that crying for what? He holds your puffed up face in his hands and plants a big one on your lips.
“You're awfully happy.” You point out.
“So are you.” He retorts.
“I don't know what I'd done if I were pregnant. I am not ready for that.” Another nervous chuckle as you place your hand on your stomach. He makes you sit on the bed once again, with him next to you. Hands in yours, gently squeezing.
“Hey, even if you were and decided to keep it, you know if do anything to make it work. School, the baby, jobs, everything.”
“I do,” You sincerely answer. It's one thing when he's loose and easy-going, he's still young. Still going about his twenties, so are you. But it's another thing when it comes to you. What Andy says, he means it. And you never have to doubt a word. Or his intentions and his unspoken promises made to you long ago.
“We gotta be careful though.” He says.
“Yep.” You roll your eyes.
That night, you decide to stay over. Andy's roommate was at his study group. So you two had the privacy you hardly get. In pyjamas, eating the chocolates and heaps of ice cream he bought for you previously in the afternoon (he thankfully has a mini fridge), you're watching a movie. You thought it would be ironic to watch, “What to Expect When You're Expecting”. Andy groaned and smacked a pillow in your face when the movie started playing.
After the ice cream was finished—completely by you (he got it for you, and he knows you don't share), you're cuddling while the sounds fade in the background. Head on his chest. Strong arms around you, drawing patterns on your hip, running up and down your arm. You're beginning to fall asleep, the reason being his steady breaths and even heartbeat.
“Do you think you'll ever want to have one? In future, I mean?” Andy breaks the silence, apart from the movie.
You blink up, pulled out of your slumber, a lazy smile on your lips. “You wish to have a little Barber running around the backyard of our house in the suburbs?”
“That sounds like a dream.” He smiles, his chest reverberating. “I know we're so young. People our age don't even think about this kinda stuff. But I do want to be a dad.”
A wide smile is plastered on your face. A bright prospect of having a baby sometime far off in the future. It sounds like a dream. And it could come true.
“It'd be... Nice.” You tell him, snuggling further.
“Yeah?” He gazes down at you. Lovely blue eyes, full of affection. Rosy cheeks lifted with a smile.
“Yeah. I hope she has your eyes.”
“Yeah, our first one definitely has to be a girl.”
“Why? So you two can gang up on me? The only man in the house?”
Your giggle is nothing short of evil. It's so fucking adorable. Andy leans closer, teeth chattering as he bites the air, just a hair's breath away from your nose. You laugh, full blown. Rising up and turning to kiss him rather noisily.
“You'd make a good dad. Make a girl real happy someday.”
“If by that girl you mean you, then hell yeah.”
“That's the response I was hoping for.”
“It's always gonna be you, babe.” He murmurs, hooded eyes on yours, nosing your nose, voice so soft as if he's trying to convince you. Not that you need it.
Because for you, it's always going to be him, too.
. . .
i'm so so so sorry about what you're goign thru and i can totally understand the need to escape sometimes. i'm so happy that these two and my writing you help coping with difficult things in life, no matter how small the contribution is. thank you for coming to me!
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daddy andy. daddy andy. daddy andy🤌🏼
i agree☺️ daddy andy is my favourite dilf daddy <3 and a little hc cuz i can <3
andy is definitely very in tune with his emotions, which means he in tune with yours probably before you even know what you’re feeling
he is a true romantic at heart and genuinely thrives on giving to you, whether that be makeup you were wishlisting, jewelry you let your hands linger over while you two were out running errands or making you your favourite meal after a long day and letting you melt into his hold afterwards
he is protective and would go to the ends of the earth to ensure your safety, he can be possessive too but thats only when neil flirts with you and then andy has to pound into you and ruin you every possible way so you can see neil the next morning, walking funny and concealer poorly covering bite marks and neil knows exactly who you belong to; andy just smirks
andy is such a giver, such an inherent dominant and you loved shutting your brain off and being his good little girl
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Whatever It Takes
Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber X Fem!Reader X Dark!Steve Rogers
Word Count: 1k+
Warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, non-con, rape, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, vaginal sex, explicit language, explicit sexual activity, manipulation (please add another warning if I miss something)
DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT.
A/N: An entry for @stargazingfangirl18 5K Soft Dark Challenge. I never write explicit smut and dark fics, I'm sorry if my writing is confusing. Dialogue prompts in bold. Divider by @firefly-graphics
18+ Below the CUT. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
“Morning, doll. What’s up with that frown?”. Steve stretched after getting up from the bed. He looked at you in the mirror. “Aren’t you excited to go back to work?”
“Yeah. I am. It’s just Monday, ya know?”
Steve kissed your temple and wished you good luck. Then, he went downstairs to make you breakfast. How could you be so lucky to have him as your husband. He is the nicest and sweetest person you ever met. He always promises you to keep you safe from any harm. But he cannot save you from Andy Barber.
How can you tell him? Your workplace has become hell for you since you were assigned working with Andy. He is known as a reputable DA, respectable man with a cute little perfect family. Little that people know, he also likes to give you “extra treatment” in his office. You wish you could tell your husband, Steve, what he had done to you. But you feel like you are cheating on him. Besides, Andy is also Steve’s best friend. There is no way Steve is going to believe in such story.
You make sure to arrive at the office late. You do not want to spend dreadful minutes trapped in a room only with Andy. It must be your lucky day. Looking over, Andy is not at his desk, nor his bag found on the table. Standing on his desk, you peak at his calendar. It is full of appointments, but not today. He supposed to be here at this hour. You never wish for something bad happen to people. Maybe just today, you hope he gets sick badly.
“Miss me?”, a deep voice greeted you from the door. You freeze. His heavy steps get closer to you. You jolt when his arms snake around your waist. He rests his chin on your shoulder and nibbles behind your ear. “You smell good today. No! I’m sorry, you smell good every day.”
You shiver at his praise, goosebumps spread all over your body. “Th – thank you Mr. Barber”.
“You never learn, don’t you”, he tsked. “What should you call me, sweetheart?”
“Good girl”, he praised you. “Now, bend over.”
You have no choice but comply. You bend over his table, eyes looking at the ring on your hand. Tears roll down your cheek as you remember how you could do this while your husband patiently waiting for you at home. His hands roaming around your body, exploring every curves as you sob quietly. Then, he lifts your skirt until you could feel the cold air in your bare thighs. One of his hand travels to your upper body and plays with your breast. The other hand playfully circles your clit. His actions make a burning sensation inside you. You do not even realize that you are soaking wet.
“So wet already. You’re good sweetheart”. He pulls down your panties and stops for a second, taking a view of your wet cunt.
“Andy, please don’t.”, you interrupted.
“Big mistake, sweetheart”. He slapped your ass. “What did you call me?”.
He steps closer. You could feel his bulge as he leans closer to you. He puts his hand along your jaw and moves your chin to face him. “I repeat, what did you call me?”.
“I’m sorry, sir. But I don’t want this.”
He lets out a heartless laugh. “Your body tells otherwise, sweetheart.”
You are silently cursing at yourself. This is not what you wanted, yet you could feel warmth dripping down your thighs as his fingers toy with your clit. Without a warning, he shoves two fingers inside you. You whimper and moan. It takes him a short time to find your spot and hit it couple of time. His thumb is still circling your clit harder. The tension is building up in your core. Your whole body is trembling. He knows you are close, so he quickens his tempo. Minutes later, you come undone.
He pulls out his finger and licks it clean. You are catching your breath and trying to stand on your wobbly legs.
“Not yet, sweetheart”, another hard slap landed on your ass. His hand grabs the back of your neck and forces you to bend over again.
You could hear the metal of his belt drop on the floor, along with his pants. Knowing what will happen, you brace yourself and do not dare to look. Just like you predicted, he forces his cock enter your slit. Without warning, he grabs your waist hard and pumps you mercilessly. His hands will leave a bruise on your waist later on.
“So tight and wet”. He keeps pumping hard and fast. The sound of skin slapping echoes in this room. “You know how much I miss this cunt. I can’t stop thinking about you when I pounded Laurie this morning. That slut is always hungry with my cock. You should be grateful I give it to you right now.”
You cannot feel more guilty after this. Not only you betray your husband, but you also betray Laurie. You promise not to give him satisfaction as you hold your moan, but his thrusts become harder and harder. Your nails scrape the cold table, your eyes roll back, and a loud cry escapes your mouth. Your whole body is convulsing, and your walls tighten as you come hard. Andy could feel you milking his cock. His movement gets messier as he is close to his release. The next thing you know, his warm seed filling you up and some of it drips down your thighs.
You sob uncontrollably as you drive home. You know Steve is away around this time, meeting his friend. There is no need for you to hide your cry. As soon as you reach home, you jump into the shower, cleaning yourself. You scrub hard, hoping it would erase Andy’s trace around your skin. You could not even see clearly as your tears cannot stop blurring your vision.
You look at yourself in the bathroom mirror, bruises on your body and puffy eyes. You just wish Steve does not notice when he goes back. When he does, you pretend to fall asleep on your bed.
“Doll, are you okay?”, Steve asked you with concerned voice. He saw your puffy eyes even when you are asleep. “Have you been crying?”
You open your eyes and force a smile, “I’m okay”.
He sits down next to you and puts his hand around your shoulder. “You know, you are bad at lying.”
The tears roll again. This time you cannot put a smile anymore. You do not even know how to tell Steve about it. You just hug him, burry your head in his chest, and cry hard.
“I’m just tired from working, that’s all.”
“You know, you can always stop working anytime”. He soothed you. “I get paid enough for our family. You don’t have to work hard, you know that.”
“I guess you right.”
“I got a job!”, you scream loudly as you received call from the DA office. Finally, a dream came true. Having a job and earned your own money was really your goal.
But Steve had different plan for you. He dialed a number as soon as he heard that news.
“That’s a big favor you’re asking for, I think you need to make it worth my while.”
“I don’t care. You do whatever you want to do, Andy.”
“Fine. Glad having this conversation with you, Steve.”
Steve grinned. He finally found a way to make his obedient little wife stayed at home. Whatever it takes.
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Boys in Bed with Books
Pairing: Andy Barber x reader
Word Count: 515
Summary: You distract Andy while he’s reading in bed.
Author’s Note: This is going to be a little 5 part mini series that we can all thank my lovely friend @theycallmebecca for! She shared his image above and well...our imaginations just spiraled from there haha! All I could think about were the different ways we could distract our favorite boys while they were reading. Today is Andy...4 more to go! Enjoy and thank you all so much for readin! Much love always! ❤❤❤ Divider by the lovely @imerdwarf
Warnings: light teasing and flirting, oral sex (m rec), smut (18+ only please!!!)
Edit is not mine: this beautiful work belongs to my love @nix-akimbo THANK YOU SO MUCH :)
A warm hand on your back pulls you from sleep and when you turn over you see Andy sitting up in bed, his glasses perched on his nose and a book in his hand.
“Hey, when did you get home?” you ask, your voice still groggy with sleep.
His hand smooths down your back and over the curve of your ass, giving it a light squeeze.
“Just about half hour ago, too wired to sleep but you go back to bed honey. I didn’t mean to wake you,” he says quietly.
Throwing your arm over his stomach you snuggle into his side and run your fingers through the hair on his chest. You ghost them down over his abs and tease the belt at his waist, dipping your hand under and tracing the V of hips.
“What are you reading?” you ask, keeping your eyes closed as your hand roams over his warm skin.
“The Picture of Dorian Gray,” he answers.
He lets out a low rumble and clears his throat, tightening the hold he has on your hip.
“Sounds interesting,” you mumble, working open the buckle on his belt.
Once you get it unbuckled you toy with the button on his pants until it pops free and slowly pull the zipper down. You reach your hand under the fabric and rub your palm down the length of him. He throbs under your touch and you open your eyes to sit up.
The muscles in his thighs shift against you as you pull him free of his boxers and lightly brush your fingers over his silky skin.
Andy groans and you lift your eyes to find his gaze fixed on your hand. You squeeze lightly, stroking him slowly before pumping him harder.
You lower your head and lick across the head of his cock. The taste of him has you squeezing your thighs together and taking him fully into your mouth.
His head falls back and he hisses, the book falling from his fingers before they comb through your hair. You pull him out almost all the way then swallow him again, using your hand in unison. When you look up at him through your lashes he loses all control, the sight of you with his cock between your lips sending him over the edge.
He thrusts his hips into your mouth and you take him deep, moaning around every inch of him. You tighten your fist as he fucks your mouth over and over again, his lips parted with heavy breaths. His low “fuck” is the only warning you get before he spills himself down your throat.
You swallow every drop and smoothly slide your mouth off him, eyeing the closed book on the bed.
“Did you lose your page?” you ask coyly, grazing your fingers up his bare chest.
Without warning he reaches down and tugs the belt from his pants. He smirks and wraps it around the back of your neck, dragging you up to his mouth.
“Get on your hands and knees baby girl,” he whispers against your lips. “My turn.”
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cockwarming and pussy spanking with ari
little!reader has a nightmare and goes to daddy!steve for comfort
little!reader wetting the bed and daddy!stucky making fun of her
daddy!mickey punishes you for being a brat and then comfort ensues
how charles blackwood would be as a daddy
throwing food at daddy!lee
pushing daddy!lee’s buttons (continuation of throwing food at him)
daddy!stucky are away on a mission for much longer than expected
daddy!bucky gets jealous when you talk to steve
little!reader gets jealous when steve gets close with nat
little!steve and bucky have a meltdown when you have to leave for a mission
you see bucky and sam on the news and get scared that they won’t come home
daddy!sam introduces you to bucky and steve and they give you a gift
little!bucky has a nightmare and you and steve try to cheer him up
daddy!bucky punishes you with tickling
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Are you really going to do stepdad Steve or are you teasing us cuz I’m not ready for that 🥺🥺 and can I ask how he’s going to be different from stepdad Andy. 🥺🥺♥️
Yall really lovin on the step daddies here 😂 I am indeed considering writing a stepdad Steve, but there’s some wips I have that I want to get out of the way first, I will try and get working on it soon though.
If I’m being honest I’ve never had inspiration strike like it did for Stepdad Andy. I banged that out in one sitting and it just flowed like nothing I’ve ever written before. It was like I was on crack lol. But since then I think I’ve got a very detailed and specific dynamic between the reader and him.
With stepdad Andy, him and the reader aren’t really very openly affectionate, even though she loves him now in that weird way. Their dynamic is very playful and always teasing, and they take jabs at each other all day long. They have terrible communication because of just how they started off and so Andy kinda needs to figure out when the reader is upset or angry. I feel like Andy is very nurturing and soft once she starts being compliant with him and they’ve found this pleasant calm living with each other.
I think stepdad Steve is waay less soft and much more dark. He comes off as very manipulative and abusive and it takes the reader much much longer to trust and love him. But I think he takes pity on her and he probably makes her cry a lot so he gets a chance to cuddle her and make her feel better because that’s literally the only time she’s happy to see him lol.
He also definitely bumps off her mom because he can’t stand her.
I think when the snap happens he thinks she’s gone but she really isn’t so when she gets back they’re kinda stuck together and he takes her like everywhere and never lets her out of his sight.
I think character wise they’re both dark and manipulative but Andy is much softer and I think that’s why he’s far more calculating and devious. I think Steve is much more violent and unhinged and he probably eventually learns she’s not going to love him if he doesn’t keep her happy.
As for the readers I feel like in andys she’s very fragile and has a lot of trauma so she overlooks a lot of the things he does and develops and codependency towards him. She’s much more loving and trusting and sort of blinded by him because she gradually gets manipulated.
I think in Steve’s she’s much more resilient to his abuse and even though she probably still has mommy issues (I don’t think any stepdad stories work without that aspect) she’s much more aware of him and has more experience than andys reader so it takes her a while but she eventually gives into him.
I hope this answered you and gave you more insight. ♥️ thanks nonnie.
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⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆
‧̍̊˙· 𓆝.°𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ｡˚𓆛˚｡ °𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫 .𓆞 ·˙‧̍̊
pairing ☽˚⁀➷｡ andy barber x fem!reader
summary ☽˚⁀➷｡ andy knows what he really wants but laurie doesn’t seem to want that READ PART ONE
word count ☽˚⁀➷｡ 3,716
warnings ☽˚⁀➷｡ being a parent, speaking spanish, speaking french, taking homecoming pictures, teenagers being annoying, confrontation if you squint, being a concerned partner, passionate romantic sex, anal, oral receiving, sextape, squirting, andy cheating, jacob accidentally calling reader mom, proposing, breeding, size kink, andy being a dilf and making you go brrrrrr
authors note ☽˚⁀➷｡ happy laurie barber hate club friday!!! enjoy the second addition to the laurie hate “series” PLEASE REBLOG MY TAGLIST IS ENDING ON JULY 10TH PLEASE FOLLOW @dulceslibrary AND TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I POST 18+ ONLY,, feedback is appreciated
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Months continued to pass by and you and Andy continued to sneak around. Even taking the kids out more together and Andy getting more frequent messages from Laurie. Always wondering where he is, when he’d be home, asking him to stay home, you weren’t jealous one bit. The power you held compared to her was incomparable. There was a reason he and Jacob were over at your place and not with Laurie.
Your kids could see how happy you were with Andy, they enjoyed it because Jacob was like a brother to them, you treated him as if he was your own, picking him up from school if Andy was at work, taking them all out for dinner, doing things that felt like a family. The five of you are closer than ever.
It warmed your heart seeing the kids dressed up in their formal attire to make their way to homecoming. Carmen in a gorgeous green dress and Jarren wearing a white button shirt with black slacks and Jacob in a similar outfit.
“Caramel, get closer to Jake so I can get a few pictures.”
Your daughter glared at you with the nickname. You had been calling her that ever since she was young, she was a sweet girl, of course in her teenage years she was very standoffish and it would seem otherwise but she was your daughter, a splitting image of you but with her fathers eyes. Your son looked more like his grandfather rather than you or your ex-husband, but you were thankful your family's genes were so strong and everyday you saw a piece of yourself in your children.
“Jare, stand on the other side of your sister.”
“Jake, fix your tie bud.” you heard Andy say.
“I don’t know how-”
“I’ve got you.” You handed Andy your phone and shifted Jacobs bowtie. “If you ever feel it’s annoying you or too tight, just undo it...the untied look makes girls go crazy.” you chuckled and sent him a smile. He nodded and smiled back. “Thanks mom...I mean, uhm..,”
“It’s okay, you’re welcome.”
Little did you know, his actual mom was driving by and watching all of what was happening. The pale color of her skin turning crimson red, her knuckles turning white as she gripped the steering wheel harder.
You and Andy stood side by side, his hand on your lower back as the two of you took pictures of your kids.
“Do you think they’ll have a photobooth this time?” Carmen looked over at the two boys.
“Maybe you can hide in it if they do?”Jarren whispered back.
“Or maybe you could, oh wait, it won’t be big enough for your fat nose.” She barked back causing Jacob to laugh, a bright smile on his face.
“She’s got a point bro, that nose isn’t gonna be easy to hide.”
“Jarren, you literally have this bipolar confidence.”
“What does that even mean?” Jacob squinted his eyes as Jarren laughed then stopped.
“Oh my god you’re right.”
“I know I am.”
“What does it mean?” Jacob nugged Carmen a bit before Jarren tapped his arm
“I wake up like shit, then I feel fucking great.”
“He thinks he’s the shit.”
“Watch your mouth!” You looked at them and they piped down
“In your dreams, fat nose.”
“At least my nickname isn’t Caramel.”
As they continued to “playfully” go back and forth you and Andy glanced at each other and laughed softly. You could have thought these kids grew up together, that they were raised together the way they sent insults to each other. It warmed your heart that they were close but other times you and Andy felt like you could pull your hair out trying to get them to shut up.
As their friend’s dad pulled up to the side of the house, you silently prayed, relieved that the bickering was something you won’t have to hear for the rest of the night. You and Andy waved as you watched the three teenagers get into the car and it drove off. Behind the car was that surprise for you. Laurie standing there, anger flowing out of her body. You and Andy stood there, his hand still placed on your lower back.
“What the hell Andrew!” She walked to the both of you and you placed your hand into your back pockets, looking at her unfazed. “Why didn’t you tell me something was happening tonight!?”
“You’re always working, you’ve never helped with a school event anyways, Y/N was nice enough to let the kids get ready together, I was going to send you pictures and tell you to pick Jacob up.” he lied. The plan was for the two of you to pick the kids up and let them have a sleepover so in the morning the five of you could go to the mini golf course and spend time together.
She looked down and blinked, not knowing what to say, she turned and walked away. Stunned and probably confused by the interaction, this was the moment she realized she was losing herself, losing her husband, her son, and she wasn’t there like she was supposed to be. That Andy relied on another woman for support, not his wife, his college sweetheart who had been there for him, for years. Truthfully, she wasn’t upset with you, more with Andy but she had too much pride in herself to admit that she felt some way.
The two of you watched her walk to the car and drive away, expecting to receive a message, call, or anything but for the next hour, Andy got nothing. You didn’t stress over it, you weren’t scared of her, you knew the power you held compared to her and you would never forget it, Andy never let you forget it.
As he sat on the bed, a beer in his hand, you snaked your hands around his neck from behind, resting your head on his shoulder to place a kiss to his neck.
“En qué piensas, mi amor?” (What are you thinking about, my love) You glanced at him and he chuckled, shaking his head before taking another sip.
“You know I don’t know what you’re saying”
“Ce qui vous est en tête, mon amour.” You laughed softly
“No matter how incredibly sexy it is that you can speak different languages, I’m never going to be able to understand you.”
“That wouldn’t necessarily be a bad thing, now would it, if you find it so sexy, why not continue.”
The both of you let out refreshing laughs before you sighed contently. “What’s on your mind?”
“Just thinking about you.”
“Mmm, better be good things only.” You teased him before rubbing his shoulder and humming.
“Always.” he turned his head to you, leaning in to press a kiss to your lips.
"I love you," he confessed for the millionth time today.
"And I love you, mon amour," you said for the millionth time.
Your first time seeing each other and you look at each other like your lives depend on it. He looked at you in that weird way for the third time since you had been in the room.
His eyes go out of focus, darting between your eyes and your lips. He reached out finally, cadling your cheek in his palm. He leans forward, both your breath becomes erratic. Finally, that moment happens, your lips touch, just a peck.
You dare yourself to move your lips, urging him. But then it escalates, becoming more passionate and hungrier. Once hand, cradles the back of your neck, the other still on your cheek. You hands firmly on his cheeks. He slowly lays you down, him on top of you.
His lips descend from yours, trailing down your jaw to the right side of your neck. He knows the small mark that’s your weak point in that area. He tests it, you gasp loudly and let out a loud moan. You can feel his smirk against your skin, his efforts double attacking the sensitive skin with a gusto. Biting, nipping, sucking, anthring to make you moan and whimper under his efforts.
“I just want you, Only you, I don’t need Laurie, just you and your delicate skin, your soft lips, your [e/c] eyes, just all to me.” his voice quivers with desire and longing.
You nodded and ran your hands through his mane as you closed your eyes. “Take me.”
“I mean it, I want you, forever, I want you to be mine forever, to marry me.”
“I’m serious Y/N...that’s what I was thinking about, you, me, Jacob, Carmen, and Jarren, the five of us together-”
“I’ve already started filing for the divorce, whatever you need me to do-”
“I’ll do it, just please never leave me-”
He stopped his rambling and looked at you, You attacked his lips with a new vigor, if possible. Your hunger rises with the moment, as well as his.
He continued his assault on your neck, leaving lots of love bites. His hand slipped down your side to the hem of your shirt, lifting it slightly. Asking silently for permission. You nod, knowing his question, to continue his search for your body. He lifts your shirt, You help him by raising yourself and your arms. The ravishing of your lips stops for a second, only to return with more passion. His journey continues with more area to cover. He kisses your cleavage, going around your bra. Going down your stomach, making your muscles jump and tighten with the teasing of his lips.
He looks up at you as he stops at your pants' waistband, once again silently asking for permission. You smile and nod. He smiles in return, slowly unbuckling and unzipping.
"Don't fucking tease me, Andy" You call out, desperate for a faster pace.
"I want to stretch this baby. Now, we'll go slow, you can’t take all of me honey, but as soon as you get used to my dick inside you, we'll go harder and faster," his whispers make you moan in longing.
He pulled your pants and underwear down all at once. You could see the fire in his eyes intensify as your most intimate area was revealed.
His face looked calculating. As if calculating his next move, a way to move on. He spread your legs a bit more. Pausing to take off his shirt and unbuckle his pants. He held out a hand close to your pussy, shortly descending to touch your clit.
“Look at how wet this pretty pussy is.” He looked at you and He smirked as he began to slowly circle around your clit, making you moan slightly with the delicate friction. You bit down on your lip, restricting moaning loud enough to wake the neighbors. His pressure increased, as did the pace.
"Does this feel good?" He whispered seductively. "Does my fingers massaging your clit feel amazing? Are you close to cumming?"
You nodded. Words failing to come to you at this moment, the pleasure nothing you had ever felt. He smirked, then did the most horrifying thing.
You gasped loudly, unable to cope with the feeling being gone.
"Please..." You begged.
"Please what?" He asked, clearly amused by his success in reducing you into a puddle of lust.
"Want more, need more..."
He once again smirked that devilish smile. He leaned forward and licked your pussy. You moaned loud, unable to mute yourself. He proceeded with wild abandon. His tongue doing things considerably pleasurable, undeniably pleasurable.
On instinct, you grabbed his hair in a death grip. Actually pushing his head closer. You moaned his name with abandon over and over, like a chant. He responded, going deeper and proceeding to slowly begin to finger you. Your breath coming out in rapid rise and falls of your chest. His other hand snakes up your body and massages your breast through the black lace of your bra.
He adds a second finger to his tease. The pace doubled, you began rapidly coming to the edge. The added finger slowly becomes pleasurable as the initial entry's discomfort dissipates.
"You ready for a third one?" He asked after pausing his activities.
You nodded eagerly, and slowly a third was added. The stretching is uncomfortable at first but it disappears, the delicious feeling heightened. Your moans come with every thrust and pull.
"You taste so much better than her, and take my fingers so good baby" He inquired.
Though your desire for his phallus inside of you was great. You felt like you needed to return the favor first.
You pull on his waistband, being torturously slow.
The head an angry red and the veins showing all around. You licked from his balls to the sensitive underside of the head. His breath shuddered. You gently grabbed the hilt of his dick and hesitantly brought it in front of your mouth. Your eyes flickered up to his face, it was flushed, his eyes were closed, and his mouth opened with rapid gasps.
You opened your mouth and entered an inch or two. He made a loud gasp.
"Oh, fuck," he moaned.
You made a soft sucking pressure around the head, slightly bobbing up and down. After a minute, taking it more into your mouth, watching your sensitive gag reflex. You pull up, taking him out.
"Keep going, babe. Please..." He groaned in frustration as he put a hand behind my head, pushing down.
You smirked, his words echoing in your head, knowing the mighty have fallen. 'I'll never beg' he would say to you.
You continued your liberation in turning your lover into a begging, quivering mess of putty in your mouth. You felt his member pulse and harden, you stopped not wanting him to cum yet.
You sat up and looked at him. Lips that form a smile so brilliant it's unreal, slightly tanned skin with the strip of pale skin around hips and his length, a very sizable amount he deems his only good feature. Everything about him is inviting, everything about him is enchanting, wonderful, childish at some points, but all in good measures.
"I need you ," You stuttered bashfully.
His eyes showed amusement and some sincerity. He sat up also and looked into your eyes, a precious smile playing along his lips. He gingerly placed his hands on your cheek, leaned forward and placed the gentlest kiss shared between you in this last half hour. You pulled apart and he continued to rub his thumb gently against your cheek, a soothing motion.
"Be gentle, babe."
He chuckled somewhat darkly. "Gentle? What's gentle? Most certainly not when I'm going to take you. No, baby, it will be gentle at first but the rest is calculating, fast, hard, maybe a bit animalistic." That devilish smirk making another appearance.
He motioned for you to lie down again. He took his time looking you over, making you feel self conscious. You faintly heard him mutter, 'so fucking beautiful...' I smiled profusely at his comment. Only he could make you grin so many times. He brought his lips to your neck, kissing and licking making you moan. Slowly down to your chest, over the rise of your breast. His vision flicked momentarily up to your eyes before taking a nipple into his mouth, gently suckling on it. You gasped rather loudly at the first feel. The sensation foreign to me but absolutely blissful. He sucked, lick with little flicks, and even bit tiny bites with a delicious mixture of pain-pleasure. You moaned and whimpered through his treatment, switching off on both nipples, pinching the neglected nipple not under the ministration.
Finally, he moves downward towards your stomach, kissing leisurely. He kisses just above your area before reaching a finger towards my entrance, sticking the finger in. You gasp on the initial entry.
"God, you're so fucking wet," he looks up at you. "Imagine the look on her face if she saw this." He pulled his finger out and set his phone up against the nightstand, giving the camera a full view of the action. He moved back to his position.
He slowly adds another finger, making you whimper. He started a slow sawing motion, progressing to a faster pace after a minute. He adds another finger, making you wince a bit. But as you get used to the feeling and the recurring slow sawing motion.
"Soooo tight. Your pussys feel so good around my cock when I ram into you," he comments. “This pussy is mine, you got that? All mine.” He placed a kiss to your clit, sucking as he looked at you, pulling away so he could look at the view in front of him.
You could only whimper in response, once again at a loss for words. He took out his fingers, the motion pronounced by a squishing sound.
He steadied his dick at my entrance, looking at me.
You could feel the hot head as it touched me. Then a bit of pressure as the head popped in. You winced a little from the discomfort of the stretching. He groaned quite loudly. He looked at you again and nodded, giving him the signal that he could move. He moved about an inch or two more, the discomfort not as great as at first, just a dull ache overrun by the supreme bliss you felt. “You can’t take all of me honey, it’s okay.”
He leaned forward and braced his hands on either side of you. While looking you in the eye, he pulled out til the head was almost out then thrusted back to the hilt. You gasped and moaned as he groaned and moaned himself.
"Baby, look at me," he requested.
You had my eyes closed after that surprising and pleasurable thrust. You opened them to see Andy's face above yours.
"I...love...you," he said, each word accented by a thrust. "I love you, baby."
"I...love you too," You said breathlessly.
He took me into a searing kiss as his promise of animalistic love-making commenced.
His thrusts were powerful and hard, making you whimper on each one. He was in the middle of making another hickey on my collarbone, biting and sucking up the blood to the surface. You had my legs wrapped around his waist, clinging on tighter.
"You are mine now," he whispered possessively in your ear. "You are mine to hold, mine to kiss. I'm the only one who can make you feel this way. The only one who will be inside you, the only one to cum inside you. The only one who can make you cum. Laurie could never make me feel this good, all I need is you."
"Yes!" You screamed, not really knowing what to say powered by his words. "Yours."
He groaned and gave you a bruising kiss, a hungry kiss.
"I fucking love you" he moaned between our lips.
"I love you" you breathed. "I'm going to cum."
His thrusts slowed to a halt. He pulled out. "Turn around."
You turned over then lifted yourself to your hands and knees. You felt a cool, slick sensation being rubbed against your hole. A lubed finger tries to gain entry, the guardian ring of muscles shows resistance but relaxes a bit when Andy starts rubbing your clit. The finger gains entry and begins the gentle sawing motion. Another finger joins with little resistance. After a minute or two, a third is added with more discomfort but dissipates quickly. After a minute of that, He crawls up on his knees to place the head of his dick at your entrance. He places a kiss at the center of your back.
"Ready?" He asked for the second time.
You nodded. He pushed the head with a little pressure. The head popped in with a little resistance. You nodded for him to keep going and slid another two inches in. Then pulled out and slammed in.
"Ooh," You moaned.
"Fuck! Oh God, it's so tight. You’re fucking milking the cum out of my cock. Ooh, I'm not going to last," his voice wavered with the power from his thrusts.
Every moment, he goes faster and harder. The headboard knocks up against the wall from your force. Your face is in a pillow, your arms couldn't hold up from his thrusts. Your moaning non stop. He groans and moans and grunts with each blow. You feel so close to the edge.
"I'm...going to...cum," you said, my voice shuddering with his shoves.
"Me, too. I'm going to fill you up. Oh God."
That final bite to my shoulder did the trick.
"I'm cumming!" you shouted.
You felt that peace wash over you. Your breathing is struggling to begin again.
He pulled out before sliding back into your pussy thrusting slowly but deep, you felt the sensation as you continued to come cover and over, rubbing your clit as you started to squirt. “Look at that.” Andy cockily added. “My little cock drunk baby can’t stop coming.”
Then you felt his dick twitch, pulse, and thicken before warm cum flooded into you. Tired, he fell forward onto you back. When his dick softened, he pulled out.
He fell panting beside you. You turned to your side, placing a hand on his chest, your calming trick.
You smiled to yourself as you stayed there. Looking at each other in the, adoringly, trying to catch your breath, petting each other absentmindedly. After five minutes, you grabbed his chin softly. “Yes...I’ll marry you.”
You felt safe as the biggest smile on Andy’s face appeared. You laughed as he kissed all over you, getting on top of you, kissing you as if you could just slip out of his hands in any second.
You had completely forgotten Andy had set up his camera until you looked over from hearing a sound. You shrugged, thinking it was the tv but on the other side of the phone was Laurie, who had just sat on an accidental facetime call, watching her husband fuck another woman and admit he was in love with her. Tears streamed down her face as she sat there, realizing this was nothing like it once was.
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Universe Give, Universe Take (LAST)
Pairing: Andy Barber X Reader
Warnings: angst, unrequited love, heartbreak
Word counts: 700+
Summary: The final answer you and Andy have been waiting for
Part 1 || Part 2 || Masterlist
A/N: The story inspired by the song "Shouldn't Couldn't Wouldn't" by Niki (lyrics in italics) || Divider from @firefly-graphics
New York looked stunning at night. It is a city that never sleep. You sat on a couch, looking at the big window of your hotel room. You admitted Andy had taste in the city he picked. Andy. This name appeared the first time you looked at this city. The name that caused you heartbreak year ago. Why? – the only question that you could ask your brain.
Your finger moved itself to call Andy, numbers by numbers until it reached voice mail. You scoffed. It was dumb, but you decided to leave him a message.
Then a call on your phone came after a week. You never have to save his contact to know it was from him.
“I figured maybe we could talk?”
That word, talk, he finally understood it. Something that he should have done long ago.
You wonder why suddenly I'm comin' off indifferent
What you don't seem to understand is
It's not anything you said, it's everything you didn't
There was not much coffee left in both cups, yet no conversation flowing from either of you. It began with hello, how are you, what do you want and awkward smile between you and him.
“You know it was much easier to talk when we were in LA,” you broke the silence.
Andy hummed and nodded.
“Well, are you the one who wanted to talk?”
“Right, sorry.”, he sighed. “Hey, listen, I just want to apologize. You know, I shouldn’t leave you like that.”
“Yeah. You shouldn’t.”
The tension was in the air. Andy did not expect your answer to be cold. You, on the other hand, could not even make eye contact with him nor talk like you used to do. The word sorry just never touched your heart. You, yourself, wondered where all your feelings now. It seemed void. It would be perfect if you never call, it would be great if the time jumps into the future, maybe you would find solace, instead of trapped in this moment.
Yeah, you, you always answer with
More questions to questions that scare you
We're not always peachy, look, love ain't that easy
The one word that you always wanted to ask finally came out from your mouth, “why?”.
“To be honest, I am scared. I am scared to lose you. I know the feeling of lost and I don’t want to go back to square one, ever again. The thought always appears, what if I lost you, what if you walked away, what if it doesn’t work out. But I realized it is selfish. It shouldn’t be like this. As soon as I got your messages, it made me realize, I love you too”.
You laughed coldly. The funny thing is that once you wished to the universe for him to love you back, it has always been too late.
“I wish you said that way earlier, instead of running away”.
The universe always gives a way, yet it is human who late to realize it. Once it gives, it never gives it twice. It only takes away. Andy thought he deserved a second chance. Andy thought the universe shows him the other way. It does not. It just finds a way to tell him that he lost. Who would said that ‘love will find its way’? Andy felt so stupid to think that you still wait for him.
He could feel his heart sink. He should be happy for you right now, but he cannot lie. You adverted your gaze to your right hand. A ring. Something that Andy should notice when he saw you before, but he did not. It seemed his mind was playing trick on him, thinking how he could have another chance with you. That ring is a strong message. He was blinded by his own mind.
“Sorry, Andy”, you exhaled. “It just I-“
“I’m the one who should be apologizing. You’ve had enough”.
Something about his gaze should have make you sorrow. You thought you would be screaming at him and be mad for leaving you that long without an answer. However, that bubble of anger disappeared. It was something that you could not quite understand. It felt good to feel nothing.
Maybe all you need was a closure. Maybe all he need was letting go.
One thing I know, I know it for sure that it
Shouldn't be this hard
You couldn't DTR
Oh, wouldn't it be nice if we could stay friends? But we
Shouldn't, you know what I
Couldn't, 'nough's enough
If I had your heart, it wouldn't be this hard
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Oh my god. I’m working on part two of The Butterfly Effect and the first freaking scene has me sinking into my writing chair blushing like hell.
And it’s not even smut???
Why does A/B/O do this to me every time?! 🥺👀😳😏
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illicit affair; steve rogers
pairings: best friends dad! steve rogers x reader (steve is also reader's teacher)
warnings: smut, and kinda fluff (idk you count it) and also, awkardness and tension between the two
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It was raining, it was very unusual, to rain on such a sunny day, but we gotta expect the unexpected. After your lectures you went to a library to get some book for your upcoming test, and it started to rain pretty bad.
So you started walking because your best friend, Melissa, wasn't gonna pick you up. The only place close to this library was Melissa's place, and you decided to go there for a while.
There wasn't any problem except one, Steve Rogers, Melissa's Dad, and also, a professor in your college. It was strange how young he lookef when he was a father of a girl who was your age.
So like usual, you walked to Melissa's place, and knocked. Again, expect the unexpected. You expected Melissa to great you on the door, but it wasn't, It was Steve Rogers, the handsome, and ridiculously hot man, you had dreams about.
"Y/n? Hey!" He greeted, and you just stopped looking at him.
"Uh—M-Mr. Rogers? Is Melissa here?" You asked, still standing outside, and you were soaking wet, from the rain. He looks at you, from up to down.
"Melissa isn't home." He says, and you nodded.
"Alright, i-i'll leave, see you on Monday, Mr. Rogers—"
"Its still Raining Y/n, i think you should stay here, Melissa would be here soon, don't worry."
"I don't really wanna disturb you, Mr—"
"I can really use your company, Y/n, stay." He says, his voice calm, and demanding, which made you take a deep breath.
"S-sure." You replied as he let you in. You had a huge crush on this man, he was your Teacher, alongside was your best friend's dad. But love is love.
Steve, on the other hand, too had a crush on you, and he always used to backout thinking of his daughter and also, thinking that you were his student, and you probably don't feel the same.
a shiver ran down your body, you were cold, and wet from the rain. This grabbed, Steve's attention, and he looks at you, your arms closely wrapped around your body.
"I'll get you some fresh clothes, and a towel okay? You can go and take a shower, in Mel's room." He offered to you and you nodded, walking upstairs to Melissa's room.
You walked to the bathroom, and stripped down to shower. Warm showers were your favorite during these times. Meanwhile, Steve keeps a pair of fresh clothes, (his clothes) and a towel, while you fresh up, and decided to give you the towel.
He knocks on the bathroom door.
"Is it Mel?" You asked, your voice soft, and he melted when you spoke like that.
"No, Y/n, it's me, Steve, i wanted to give you t-towel...here you go." He says, a weird feeling between the two.
"Mr. Rogers, thank you, uh.." you tried to talk, but couldn't form words. He too was in the same form when he was around you.
"I'll see you, downstairs." He says, before leaving, and closing the bedroom behind him, sighing, pushing his hair upwards, thinking of what's wrong with him, and you do the same.
After getting dressed you walked downstairs, to where he was sitting, with a cup of coffee, near the heater, at how cold it was getting, and so were you, so cold. His attention turns towards you, as you walked in his clothes, his shirt, and his sweats.
"I hope you won't mind wearing these, you know, I don't touch Melissa's closet —" he waits to gather words, but couldn't.
"I-i understand, Mr. Rogers, and thank you for these clothes , they're very comfortable." You thanked him, and he smiles, unable to take his eyes off you.
"Would you like a cup of coffee?" He asked, and you looked at him.
"Uh..ye—yess if it doesn't bothers you." You replied and he shook his head.
"Ofcourse y/n, why would it bother me?" He says and asks at the same time while he walks in the kitchen, getting a cup of coffee ready, for you.
He gives it to you, and sits infront of you, while you're shivering, and he turns the heater to your side.
"So, what were you doing outside?" He asked, and you smiled at him before answering.
"I-i was just getting books from the library for the upcoming test, you know." You answered, and he nodded, and smiled.
"Studying i see, I really am proud of your results Y/n, you did great, the past semester." He appreciated you, and you smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mr. Rogers!" Just then, Melissa calls him, and he sighs, and picked it up, you take a deep breath, as he answered.
"Melissa, where are you?" He asks, trying to calm his anger and stress towards the fact that his daughter hasn't returned home.
"Dad, I am with jacob! I already told you, now look at how bad it's raining, I won't step or drive." She explains, and he sighs, keeping his free hand on his torso. Your eyes not stuck at him, as he talked.
"Are you planning on staying the night there? Gosh! Y/n's here waiting for you too." He says, and looks at you, and you quickly look away from him.
"Y/n's there? Then you two can give company to each other. Dad, i have to stay the night here, you have to look at the way it's raining today."
"Fine, take care, be back early tomorrow." He says and hangs up, seeing you.
"Mel's not gonna be home tonight, it's raining very bad." He said and you nodded.
"Well, i guess i should leave Mr. Rogers, I-"
"Steve, Call me Steve, no one's around here.." steve said and you nod
"Mr. R—Steve...i think I should leave, see you—"
"Stay here for a while Y/n, its still raining heavily." He insisted, and you couldn't say no to that face ofcourse. He looked like he needed company and even if you get home, you wouldn't do anything, so you wouldn't mind spending time with him.
"Alright, Steve." You said, and he smiles. You sit back, shivering like hell. You were a very cold person, I don't know how should I describe it. But back in the days, you always were found in sweaters or blankets wrapped around you.
"Still cold?" He asked, and you shook your head.
"I am done with my work, would you mind watching a movie? I also have food and i hope you like it." He offers and ofcourse you say yes.
"Ofcourse, Mr.Rogers — i mean Steve." You said and he nods going to the kitchen, getting some snacks, while you get comfortable on the couch.
He comes back, playing some random movie, which you're trying hard to pay attention to, but its getting so hard, because Steve was hella attractive and seeing him with a formal wear, made you go crazy.
He comes closer to you, as you were cold, wrapping you in a blanket, and holds you close to him.
"Mr. Rogers..what are you doing?" You asked pulling away from him.
"Y-you were cold Y/n, i was just trying to help nothing else.." he says and you look away.
"Sorry...i—thank you.." you whispered and he nodded, as he still kept you close to him, it was very difficult to keep the eyes on the tv and watch it or pay attention to it now.
The female lead in the movie kisses the male lead, and it was just getting intense, and your heart was racing, and so was Steve's. This has been the closest he has been to you...and he was losing himself.
You didn't know how, but something came over you, and you looked at him, and he turned to look at you, this was very different.
"Everything ok—" you cut him off by pressing your lips on his. He was shocked but, kissed you back. He now pulled you closer to him, arms freely on your waist, as he pulls you closer. You pull away, resting your head on his, and both of you pant.
"I've wanted that for so long." He says, and you look at him.
"Me too." You replied, kissing him again, now it was so unholy, that he got an idea of. Pulling him closer, tangling your legs on his torso, kissing which was full of teeths and tongues.
He pulls away, looking at you , breathing heavily, and asks you.
"Do you want this, Y/n? Because if you do, fuck i will give it to you, and if not I won't lay a finger on you, ever!" He says and you smile at him.
"Ofcourse i want it." You said, before he kisses you again, you now laying on the couch, he's on top of you. Your hands on the hem of his shirt, as you rip it off him, and smirked at your eagerness.
His hands pull your shirt off, and you both try to get rid of the clothes you were on throwing it on the floor, somewhere, none of you cared about.
He kisses you, on your neck, his fingers roaming around your body, resulting moans falling from your lips, he left marks, just then he picks you up, takes you to his bedroom, not leaving your lips for a second.
The kisses keeps getting hotter, you both fell on the bed, you were on top, but he rolls, and he's on top now.
"I need you!." You whinned.
"I know!." He says, kissing your inner thighs
He goes down and leans to your clit, smirking as he felt your wetness.
"So wet for me, and i've barely touched you." He said and you moaned. His lips attach to your clit and he started licking it slow, and teasing you
"Oh fuck! Steve! Don't tease!!" You moaned and he smirked. He kept doing that until you were close enough for him.
"Baby.." you tried to say and he switched his mouth with his fingers. His eyes starring deeply into yours, and when you moaned, he growled lightly.
"Fuck i'm going to cum!" You said and he kissed you, as you came on his fingers, moaning loudly,arms around his shoulder.
He sucks his fingers clean, and seeing that made you go crazy. I mean he looked like a sex god.
"Baby, you taste so good." He said and you blushed. He smirked looking at you.
"Ready for me baby?" He asked and you nodded. He lines himself at your entrance and pushes into you, gasps and moans leave your mouth. He moans at how tight you were.
"Oh god." You moaned as he started thrusting in you, slowly. Sweating, and moaning was the only things you two do. Steve grunts, as he thrusts again.
"Just like that baby, just like that oh god yes." You moaned, he literally is a sex god, now you were sure
Steve's one hand on the headboard and the other near your body, for his balance. He thrusted harder into you, and your moans and his grunts were loud.
He continued doing that until you both were close, moaning eachother names like its the only thing you know.
"Oh god, i'm gonna cum." You said
"Cum on me, i know you want, give me one more, baby." He said and kissed you, before you screamed, cumming all over his cock, as he moaned at how you clenched around him. He felt how close he was, and then came in you, both of you heavily breathing.
He collapsed next to you, while you tried to catch your breath.
"That..was...amazing!" You said, and he smiles at you.
"I know, now get some rest, i'm not leaving you that early." You said and he kissed you.
Oh boy you were in for a longgg night, and no you weren't complaining. What you & Steve had, was illicit and wrong, but none of you cared because that's what both of you wanted it from so long. You were just worried about facing Melissa, and on the other hand Steve would have felt the same, but for now, none of you care about the future, other than living the present, with each other.
so bad omg😭😭
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today I’m soft and thinking about wifey and Andy during pregnancy makes me even more soft 😭 like how they discovered it? wifey food cravings? y’know all that stuff :)
there’s our peanut
pairing: Andy Barber x Reader (ex spouses universe)
a/n: GAH, i'm so sorry this is such a late reply, but i had to make sure this was perfect. hope you like it anon. for more drabbles search or click on the tag “ex spouses universe” or “college addition”
warnings: 18+ ONLY, fluff, slight angst in the beginning nausea, pregnancy talk and inaccuracies, ultrasounds, funnies, poorly edited
Christmas Eve, 2014, at Andy's parents house.
As soon as you both arrived, you were given just enough minutes to breathe and greet his family and then you were taken away from Andy by his mother. Marianne loves you like a daughter. She was so accepting of you since the beginning, her adoration for you only grew more after losing her only daughter. Not that you replaced anyone by any measure. You were just truly there for Andy and his family during the difficult times.
So it's only natural that you spend most of your time with her whenever you visit.
During this time, Christmas time, she loves to isolate herself in the kitchen for most of the mornings. Baking and cooking for the family. Even though you aren't that big on the kitchen front, you offer to help.
Gold and white, that's the theme they were went for that year. Going for a little minimalistic approach for the decorations. The tree stands tall and shimmering in one corner of the living room, taking up most of the space. The aroma of pine, cinnamon and peppermint wafting around the entire house are the indications that the holiday season is upon you.
In the kitchen, it smells like ginger bread cookies. A hint of cloves that's a tad bit sharp when you first inhale it, but soothing nonetheless, later on. The countertop and island are topped with decorated goodies that come in all shapes and sizes and pretty pastel colors. They all looks so good and untouchable, you don't have the heart to ruin anything by eating. More preparations are being made for the Christmas Eve dinner party at the Barber's. It's a feast, really. So much on the menu that they had to hire a professional chef for help.
Around 7 in the evening, the streets are blanketed in a thick layer of snow. The sun's lowered. That's when the guests start to arrive. You and your husband, greet each and everyone of them at the door with warm smiles and hugs. Andy takes their coats upstairs, while you make small talk and offer them some eggnog or drink of their choice.
That's when it begins. The repulsion at something you can't quite put your finger on. You push through it. Whatever that's making you nauseated can wait. It can't be that serious.
Around 9, you're all seated in the dining room. You're next to Andy, a light hand rested on your thigh. Lovingly brushing his thumb along the velvety fabric of your red dress, while he catches up with friends and family. The food's being passed around.
While everyone's praising the food and helping themselves with seconds, your plate is nearly empty—not because you've finished up. But because every time Andy goes to serve you, you shake your head or push your plate away from yourself.
“You haven't eaten anything except for the salad.” Andy looks worried as he turns to you. You're so goddamn hungry but none of the delicious food appeals to you. It all just lays right in front of you, taunting you. “Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?”
“I'm fine, I'll be in the kitchen if you need me.” You don't wait for Andy to react, suddenly getting up and leaving. The chattering doesn't cease but Andy's mother shares a look with him. He just shrugs shoulders, halfway across the dining room to follow you. He finds you with your head stuck in between the fridge doors.
“Uh, what are you doing?”
“Mmm?” You reappear, a bottle of OJ stuck to your lips as you drink as much as you can in one go. He rushes to you, only to find a bar of chocolate in the other hand.
“What is happening—” He snaps a red decorative tissue paper off the counter to wipe your lips and chin. In your haste and hunger, you didn't even realise some of the OJ missed your mouth. He chuckles, “Are you sure you're okay?”
“I don't know. Just everything out there makes me nauseate, the smell, the food. And suddenly, I remembered there was some OJ in the fridge and chocolates!”
The back of his hand is warm to touch when he grazed his knuckles on your forehead to check if you have a temperature. You're acting weird, he had to make sure you're not ill.
“You don't seem to have a fever.” He notes. The same hand cups your cheek, “What's the matter, honey?”
“I—I don't know... I haven't eaten since morning and I feel like I'll throw up if I eat anything on that table.” You sigh heavily, resting on the metalic door of the fridge. “I feel so bad for rejecting all of Marianne's hardwork. And all I want to drink is fucking juice!” You stare at the label, biting off a piece of chocolate.
“Hon... It's okay.” Andy pulls your attention back to him, “You wanna get some fresh air?”
It's like he read your mind before you could conjure the thought yourself.
When you nod, Andy rubs his palms over the length of your arms, nodding, too. Said he'll inform his mother and grab his phone from the dining table.
Andy quietly whispers to his mother that the two of you are stepping out for a bit. She seems hesitant but only for a second after Andy tells you're feeling a little under the weather.
“It's nothing to worry about, mom. I'm just taking her out for a little air.”
“Call us if you need anything.”
Andy pursed his lips and squeezes her hand in response.
“I upset her, didn't I?” You're fiddling with your nails at the entry way of the house, worry lining your forehead and it's so cute that you think even after years of knowing his mother, you could do anything to upset her or his family.
“Honey, she probably loves you more than she loves me.” He quips, a smile on his reddened lips, “If anything, she was worried about you.”
Andy takes the thick wool coat off the rack, helping you shrug it on. Dusting off lint off your shoulders before he wraps a thick scarf around your neck for good measure. Winter in Boston can be brutal. He makes sure you're properly bundled up before he layers himself up, too. He opens the door and you're both being hit by a cold gust of wind.
Both of you hurry towards the car. Not exactly getting any air, like he'd suggested. But he picked up on the fact that you needed to get away from the loud dining area. He starts driving, the car instantly heating up. Rubbing your hands together you muster some warmth in them too. Sighing in relief as your cheeks regain some of the heat you'd lost.
Unfortunately, relief doesn't stay longer. It's the smell of the car freshner card that dangles from the rearview mirror and leather seats that makes your stomach lurch. Your face twists and you hold a hand to your mouth.
“Andy, stop the car.” You mumble.
“I feel sick—I'm gonna throw up.”
“Shit,” He curses, looks out through all the mirrors only to find the road clear and pulls up on the side. You quickly reach for the door, opening it and stumble out. Before the cold, wet grass and dirt meets your knees, Andy holds you by your waist. A large palm running up and down your back as you empty the juice and bits of chocolate. The acids in your stomach act up, leaving a bitter burn in your throat and tongue.
He gathers some of the hair that's fallen loose around your face in one hand at your nape watching you throw up. The gears are churning in his brain, coming to a conclusion.
“Done. I think I'm done...” You meekly said, groaning at the sourness that coats your mouth.
“Honey...” Andy's tone is that of caution, “When was your last cycle?”
That got your thinking. It's not that hard to come to your own conclusion.
“You don't think that I might be—”
“Maybe... There were signs.”
Your head feels cloudy, millions of thoughts racing through the neurons in your brain. But your tongue's twisted up while Andy walks you back inside the car.
A quick stop at a general store, Andy is in and out and back in the car with a bottle of water and kit for a test. You drink the water, taming the bitterness from the acids. Andy had thrown away the car freshner as soon as he'd stopped at the store, so that scent was not a concern. The only one that remains is the smells from the seats. You can't do anything about it, except sit and wait for his childhood home to arrive.
Without alerting anyone in the house, especially his mother, he takes you to the guest bedroom where you're both staying. You take the test with you inside the bathroom and come out once you're done, with the stick.
The instructions say waiting period is 2-3 minutes. More like 2-3 minutes of anxious anticipation.
What if you are pregnant? Are you and Andy ready to have a baby? You haven't even had the talk yet. On Andy's part, he always knew he wanted kids, and at some point in your relationship you had said you'd give it a thought too. But nothing was solid. This wasn't in your plan. Neither of yours. This was supposed to be a thing to discuss in the distant future.
Andy still has got some important things to focus on career wise. He was planning to start his own firm. You, too have a lot going on in your firm. There were talks of offering you a partnership!
But even if everything is going well in your careers. There's still a bigger concern left: are you really ready to be parents?
It probably nothing. It's not a big deal. You're probably not even pregnant. It might just be the weather or something you ate during your trip here. It's nothing.
But the thought of swaddling a baby in your arms. Half his, half your. It makes your heart swell. It could be a good thing. You've been together for so long, it would be nice to have a little addition to the family. A little nursery in the house. You might have to shift homes! Oh, god. This possibility opens so many doors. A new house. Toys and a crib. The room? Should it be painted blue or pink? Or maybe something neutral. You don't want to enforce gender norms on your kid.
Oh, god. It is even worth thinking about anything, when you're not even sure?
One leg bouncing nervously. Forehead resting on his shoulder, fingers threaded through his, tightly as you both sit on the edge of the bed. Waiting. Worried what the other might be thinking. What the result might be. Would it make you feel happy or fill you with regret. But it's all about the moment. What you really feel once you see it.
His phone beeps, the timer going off and he springs up to his feet. Hovering over the cabinet where you'd kept the stick.
A nervous huff and a chuckle.
“Listen, babe, I'm okay with whatever, okay?”
“Me too.” You nod at him, reassuringly.
“And we can't be too sure. We'll still need to see an OBGYN.”
“But only when we get home.”
“Yeah, obviously. I mean they'd probably freak out if they even get a hint—” He laughs, referring to his family.
“What do you really want it to be?” You timidly ask just when he goes to take a look.
“What if we're not on the same page?” He stops immediately.
“Even after being together for almost 9 years?”
“Impossible, right?” He said, and finally checks the stick.
“Two line.” he announces, a flick of his wrist to show you. “Honey, you're—” there's a smile pushing his cheeks up.
“Pregnant?” You complete for him, somehow mirroring his expressions. A frantic nod from him and you immediately stand up, rushing to him to check it yourself. “Oh, my god! Andy!”
His arms go around your waist, embracing you, lifting you up in the process with a swift spin.
“We're—we're gonna have a baby.” The reality of it sets in as you say the words out loud.
“Yes,” Andy confirms, pulling you up for a quick kiss.
“Little Baby Barber.”
“I'm gonna be a grandmother?!”
Both your eyes widen at each other, smiles dropping at the sound of a third person. Slowly, your heads turn and it's Marianne, in tears, a smile similar to Andy's on her aged face.
“You better decide what you want the baby to call you.” Andy grins, opening his arms to invite her but she hugs you instead.
“Wow,” Andy stumbles back, mock offence in his tone. Your chin resting on her shoulder, you beam at Andy. “Told you, she loves you more than she loves me.”
“Oh, hush you! I'm congratulating the mother-to-be. It's got nothing to do with love.”
“I, too, am father-to-be!”
. . .
Back home, at the doctor's appointment, you find out you've been pregnant for around 6-8 weeks. You could feel your heart jump to your throat while the two of you listen to a heartbeat. Something that you both created, is growing inside you, is living inside you. Has a heartbeat. Hand in hand, smiles so wide as the Doc pointed towards a little dot—it was questionable, you couldn't see anything!
They gave you a picture of the ultrasound. And you cocky husband kept teasing when you asked him, countless times—
“Where's the baby? I can't see the baby!” Eyes squinting, staring at the picture, only half paying attention to where you're walking towards. Andy has to guide you with hands on your elbow and waist towards the car parked outside the clinic.
“Honey, I showed you three times already.” Andy chuckles softly.
“Well, you can't really blame me, it's the size of a peanut, Andy!” You stop near the hood of the car, dropping the hand that holds the image with black squiggly lines. That's all you could see, really. Lines and curves.
“Alright, I'll mark it for ya when we get home.”
“God, I can't find my own baby! I'm gonna be a terrible mother.”
He scoffs, pulling you into a hug and kisses your forehead to release the lines gathering due to frowning, then kisses your lips to replace that pout with a smile.
“You're gonna be the greatest mother ever.” He said, as a matter of fact.
“You think so?”
“I know so, honey.” He pecks your lips once again. Plucks the picture from your fingers. Points the exact spot he'd memorized when the Doc showed both of you the ultrasound.
“There's our peanut.”
. . .
if these two don't make you smile, idk what does tbh :')
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Coffee Shop Romance
Pairing: Andy Barber x reader, coffee shop au
Warnings: Mentions of divorce, mentions of knives
Word Count: 1314
Summary: After the events of Defending Jacob, Andy Barber decided to start a new life in the city. Little did he know, his life was about to start over...in a coffee shop.
A/N: ...Damn. It’s been nearly two months...how are you? 😂 My writing is slightly rusty, so this might not be my best work, but I really wanted to get this done for Siri’s @stargazingfangirl18 challenge! I hope you all enjoy this, and let me know if you would like to be added to my taglist! Love ya all!
One coffee. That’s all Andy wanted. Just the one coffee, he never expected to fall in love.
After everything that happened with the trail, Jacob dying and Laurie leaving, Andy decided to move further into the centre of Boston. He needed to almost start a new life completely, get a new job, new house. He managed to find an apartment he could rent for a couple of months before finding something bigger, and the small job he had found as a bartender would get him by for a little bit.
What Andy didn’t know, was that when he decided to have a coffee from that small coffee shop up the road from his apartment, his life was going to change forever.
“Do you mind if I sit here?”
Andy looked up from the newspaper he was reading to see you standing right in front of him. He stopped breathing for just a second, his mouth hanging open slightly as he looked you up and down. You were beautiful. The way your hair shone in the sunlight that was peeking through the grey clouds made his heart skip a beat.
“I take that as a no?”
It was when you started to walk away that Andy finally broke out of his trance, jumping out of his chair and pulling the one opposite it him away from the table.
“Yes! I mean, no! You can sit here.”
You paused, turning on your heel to walk back to the table, a smile on your face. “Thank you…”
“Andrew! A-Andy, call me Andy,” Andy said, flustered as he pushed the chair back in when you sat down.
You laughed a little, watching the man in front of you sit down in his chair and almost knocking his coffee over. “Y/N. Nice to meet you.”
You gave him a small smile, before taking a sip of your cappuccino and scrolling through your phone. Andy couldn’t keep his eyes off you. He had to be discreet about it though, he didn’t want you to think he was some kind of crazy person.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?”
Andy cleared his throat and looked at you from over the top of his newspaper, seeing you smirk with your eyes still focused on your phone screen. “What was that?”
“You’ve never flirted before, have you?” you asked again, placing your phone down on the table and looking at him.
“I-well,” Andy let out a nervous laugh, folding up his newspaper. “You caught me,” he held up his hands and shook his head. “I’ve been married for 16 years, I haven’t flirted since high school.”
“Married man, hm?” he could see slight disappointment linger over your face for a couple of seconds before you regained your composure.
“Yes, well no, I,” he lifted up his hand to show you his empty ring finger. “Divorced.”
“Ah, I see,” you smiled a little at him. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s no problem,” Andy shrugged his shoulders. “It was messy, I needed a new start.”
“So you’re new to Boston?”
Andy gave you a small smile. “That’s a story for another time.”
You raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Another time?”
“I mean, if you want to! No pressure o-or anything!” Andy started to become flustered again, and you could tell, so you tried to ease the tension slightly.
“How do you know I’m not some kind of knife wielding maniac or something?” you asked with a laugh, but when you saw that he wasn’t laughing with you, your smile faltered. “Sorry, that wasn’t funny.”
“Nah it’s okay, I just, haven’t had a good experience with knives.”
A silence overcame the two of you, an awkward silence, which is never good.
“This is awkward.”
Andy laughed, which caused you to laugh with him, breaking that silence. You smiled at him, before finishing your coffee and getting your things together ready to leave.
“Oh, are you going?” Andy asked, the smile disappearing from his face slightly.
“Yeah, I’ve got to go. My work starts in about 10 minutes, and I do not want to be running there,” you said, swinging your coat on and still smiling at the man in front of you. “But, if you would like to know, I come here every morning, at the same time, at the same table…just in case you want to have coffee again together one day.”
Andy nodded. “I’ll make a mental note of that, thank you.”
“See you around, Mr Barber.”
“See you around, Y/N.”
Two years later, Andy was sat in the exact same chair, at the same table and at the same coffee shop, with a coffee and a newspaper in front of him. After that day, you and Andy kept meeting up, in the same spot exactly as you had said. The coffee shop dates turned into restaurant dates, which then turned into Andy moving in with you whilst still working as a bartender.
You were out of the state for a couple of weeks, seeing family in Florida and soaking up the sunshine. This was the longest time the two of you had been apart, and Andy was missing you so much more than he thought.
“Now, what’s a handsome man like yourself doing sat there all alone?”
Andy smiled, placing his newspaper on the table and turning round in his seat to see you stood in front of him. “Oh, not much. My girl is out of town, so I’m wasting away in the coffee shop we met in.”
“Wasting away? Why, I don’t know your girlfriend, but I would think she would say that you look pretty handsome sat there,” you said, as you took a seat opposite him.
“I know,” you leant forward to give Andy a quick kiss on the lips. “Hey, you.”
“Why are you back so early?” Andy asked, shifting a little in his seat whilst smiling at you.
“I wanted to surprise you! Do you like the surprise?”
“I do! I’ve missed you so much,” Andy held out his hand and you took it, squeezing it gently with a smile on both of your faces.
“I love you so much, Andy Barber.”
“I love you so much more, Y/N soon-to-be-Barber.”
You frowned, tilting your head to the side a little. “Soon-to-be-Barber? Honey, you’ve got to propose for that to happen!” You nervously laughed.
“Well, it’s a good job I have this then, isn’t it?”
Your mouth opened wide when you saw Andy pull out a box, opening it slowly and getting down on one knee in front of you.
“I’ve wanted to do this for so long, but I never found the perfect time. I feel like this is it. Y/N, you are the love of my life. I never thought I would find someone after everything that happened, happened, but I did. That person was you. When I was thinking about where to do this, I thought, there is nowhere else better than the place we first met. I love you Y/N, and I just want to know…will you marry me?”
Your hand flew to your mouth, eyes glistening with tears as you nodded your head quickly. “Of course I will, yes!”
The coffee shop erupted into applause when Andy slipped the ring onto your finger, the perfect fit, then getting up from his spot on the floor to kiss you deeply. He hadn’t noticed himself, but it was only when he felt you wipe some water off his face that he realised he had been crying.
“When I woke up this morning, I certainly didn’t think my day would end like this,” you laughed, staring down at the ring on your finger before turning to Andy. “I love you so much.”
Andy raised his coffee, smiling down at you. “Here’s to the rest of our lives.”
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New Beginnings: A Christmas at Disney
Summary: Follow up to New Beginnings series- Andy and Briella head to Disney World with Jacob, Ava and Bri’s parents for Christmas. A little bit of Christmas magic mixed with a little bit of Disney magic and you never know what will happen!
Characters: Andy Barber x Briella James (named reader), Ava James, Jacob Barber, and Briella’s parents.
Warnings: None- FLUFF and lots of sweetness
Word count: 5k (it got away from me!)
**Read the series starting with Ch 1 HERE
A/N: I do not give permission to copy or post my work on any other website or platform. Reblogs are always welcome. Andy Barber and Jacob Barber are characters that do not belong to me. All other characters in this story are my own. Thank you @denisemarieangelina for reading and being my sounding board for all things Disney!
“Slow down, Princess” Andy laughed as Ava all but dragged him towards the entrance to Magic Kingdom. “It’s not going anywhere.”
“Someone sure is excited to get to Disney!” Your mom laughed, walking behind with you, Jacob and your dad.
She wasn’t wrong. Ava had been a ball of excitement since you’d gotten on the plane to fly to Orlando. You were staying on property at the Contemporary Resort, so the Disney magic had started at the airport when you’d boarded the Disney bus to head to the hotel. Once you’d arrived, she’d discovered several gifts on her bed of the hotel, including a breakfast reservation with all of the princesses.
“I can’t be late to meet the princesses! Hurry!” She begged.
“We have plenty of time, Monkey” You assured her, “We have early entry to the park, and breakfast isn’t for another hour.”
That seemed to satisfy her some, as she slowed down at least. You all made your way into the park and started out on Main Street, looking in some of the shops. Soon, it was time to make your way over to breakfast at Cinderella’s Castle. Ava was beyond excited at this point. Jacob walked ahead with her, holding her hand so she didn’t get too far ahead of everyone.
“She’s in heaven.” Andy said, smiling at Ava as she interacted with all of the princesses. “I love seeing her so happy.”
“She’ll be on cloud nine for the rest of the day, and probably the trip.” You agreed.
“This just might be the highlight of her entire year.” Your dad laughed.
After breakfast, you moved through more of the park until lunch time. By then Ava was starting to get tired, so you and Andy took her back to the hotel to rest for a bit. Your parents stayed at the park with Jacob, continuing to explore the park.
Ava was already asleep when you got to the hotel. Andy carried her to the room and gently laid her on the bed.
“We’ll let her recharge her batteries and then we can head back for some more.” You said, “I know she won’t want to miss the parade or the fireworks later.”
While Ava slept, you and Andy ate a light lunch on the balcony of the room and enjoyed some quiet time together. Once Ava woke up, you got her some lunch and the three of you headed back into the park to meet up with Jacob and your parents.
You spend the afternoon going through the park,meeting all the characters, and riding as many rides as possible. By the time the parade begins, you’re convinced Ava and Jacob are both riding a permanent sugar high. You’ve never laughed so much as you did watching the two of them go through Disney together.
You snap lots of pictures of the various floats and characters as they go by. Being Christmastime, all of the floats and characters were decked out in holiday decorations. It made an already magical place, extra special.
“I love that Jake is having just as much fun as Ava, even though he’s a teenager.” Andy said, wrapping arms around you and resting his chin on your head. “I always wanted to bring him, but Laurie never seemed interested.”
“Well, we can make up for lost time now.” You promised, “We can make it our mission to visit during all of the holidays at least once. Or at least visit once in every season.”
“We may need to look at an annual pass,” Andy laughed, “But I’m sure Ava and Jacob would both like that plan.”
“I think you’re right.” You agreed, “They’ve both caught the Disney Magic, and I don’t think there’s a cure.”
“Mommy, when do the fireworks start?” Ava asked, turning to look at you from her perch on a nearby bench. Jacob was standing next to her, ensuring she didn’t fall.
“Soon, Monkey” You replied, “It’s after the light parade and when it gets just a little bit darker.”
“You’re going to love this Ava!” Jacob said, “I watched a YouTube video of it and I bet it’s even better in person!”
Jacob wasn’t wrong, the fireworks show was breathtaking. They were both mesmerized the entire show. You and Andy kept stealing glances at one another from over the tops of the kids’ heads. Once the show was over you started the trek back to the monorail to head back to the hotel. Jacob gave Ava a piggy back ride, as she was beyond exhausted while you and Andy walked behind them, and your parents walked in front of them.
Once back at the hotel, your parents went to their suite next to yours and the four of you headed into your suite. Ava was half asleep on Jacob’s back. Andy carefully lifted her off and carried her to one of the bedrooms.
“Do we need to wake her up to use the bathroom or change?” Andy asked you, gently laying her down on the bed and carefully pulling her shoes off.
“She should be ok as she is.” You replied, smiling at how loving and gentle he was with her.
“I’m going to crash too.” Jacob said, coming in and flopping down onto the other bed. “Thank you for bringing us. Today was a lot of fun.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Andy smiled at Jacob, “Sorry it took so long to get you here, Pal.”
“It’s better this way.” He replied, “It’ll only be good memories. Not tainted.”
“We love you, Jacob” You said gently, “There’s a lot more happy memories to be made, get some sleep sweetheart.”
You and Andy made your way out of their room, into the sitting area of the suite. He grabbed your hand and gently pulled you to the sofa, sitting down and pulling you into his lap.
“The past 3 months have been so amazing, I keep forgetting he’s still healing and coming to terms with everything that happened.” Andy sighed, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours. You wound your arms around him, your fingers gently threading in this hair.
“I have no doubt that there’s still a long road to recovery for him, but I can assure you, he’s come so far the last few months.” You reassure him. “He’s resilient, strong, and has a huge heart. He also has an amazing dad in his corner. And now he has Ava and me who will always be there for him, and pseudo grandparents.”
“I love you, Sweetheart.” Andy said, his lips finding your own.
“I love you too, Andy.” You replied between kisses. You both stayed on the couch for a while, enjoying the stillness of the night and being in each other’s arms. Eventually you made your way to the second bedroom in the suite and fell into an exhausted sleep curled into each other.
The next morning was Christmas Eve. You’d all decided to order room service for breakfast before heading to Animal Kingdom for the day.
While waiting on breakfast to get delivered to the room, you and Ava go into the bathroom where you braid her hair for her in an Elsa style braid per her request. Once finished, she goes out to join Jacob to plan out what they want to see that day. You quickly finish getting ready and then join everyone in the common area of the suite.
After the food arrives, you help Andy get it all set up on the table for everyone. While setting the table you and Andy overhear Ava asking Jacob about Santa.
“Jakey,” Ava asked softly, “Will Santa be able to find me here at the hotel? And how will he get in? There’s no fireplace here… and we don’t have stockings or a tree!”
“He knows where we’re at, Kiddo.” He reassured her, “And he’s got magic, remember? He doesn’t need a fireplace to get in.”
“But what about the stockings and the tree?” She asked, not convinced, “Those are still at home.”
“We’re at Disney” He replied, “Between Disney magic and Santa’s magic, I think it’ll be covered.”
“Promise?” She asked, holding out her pinky to Jacob.
“Promise.” he said, linking his pinky with hers.
You looked at Andy, worried. You hadn’t thought about this aspect of being away for Christmas. Of course Ava would be worried about Santa not coming and being upset about not having the tree and stockings up.
“I’ll take care of it.” Andy whispered, reassuring you. He pulled you close and leaned in to kiss your forehead. “Trust me.”
“Always” You replied, smiling.
“Who’s ready for more Disney today?” Your dad said coming in through the suite door. “I hear Animal Kingdom is on tap for the day!”
“ME!” Ava said, jumping up and running over to hug him. “I can’t wait to see the animals and go on the safari! Jacob showed me a video!”
“I’ll bet it’s going to be another fun-filled day!” Your mom said. “And I heard one of the hotel workers say they’re preparing a giant batch of cookies for a certain someone who’ll be stopping by with presents tonight!”
“Really?” Ava asked, “Mommy! We need some of those cookies!”
“I’ll look into it Monkey.” You promised. “Let’s eat so we can get over to Animal Kingdom.”
Once everyone had finished eating you all headed down to the front of the hotel to catch the shuttle bus to Animal Kingdom.
Jacob and Ava wanted to do the safari first when you arrived so you headed over there.
“It’s kinda like when we first met at the zoo.” Jacob said, smiling at Ava. “Not a train, but still cool.”
“That was the best day EVER!” Ava exclaimed, “Mommy and I got you and Andy that day!”
“You sure did, Princess.” Andy said, smiling lovingly at her. “You and your Mommy captured our hearts that day for sure.”
“Definitely the best day.” You said, wiping a stray tear from your eyes, smiling.
The safari was incredible. It was fun watching Jacob and Ava point out the animals and bonding over animals again.
“Those two have such an amazing bond.” Your mom said once you’d finished the safari. “They remind me of you and your brother when you were little.”
“They really do.” You agreed, “It makes my heart melt watching them together.”
“They’ve definitely already adopted one another.” Andy added. “I love getting to see Jake in a protective big brother role.”
“He’s got the role down pat for sure.” Your dad winked at Andy.
You headed to Pandora the world of Avatar next and spent a few hours there, before grabbing lunch and continuing on to the rest of the park.
You decided to head back to the hotel before dinner time, opting to eat at the hotel rather than Animal Kingdom.
While you headed to the pick up area to catch the bus, Andy nodded at Jacob who smiled and walked ahead with Ava a little bit in order to talk to her.
“It’s time, Kiddo.” He whispered, “Remember what dad wants you to say?”
“Yes!” She whispered back, excitedly. “I need to go to Cinderella’s wishing well and make a wish!”
“Good job.” He smiled at her, “Make sure to really sell it!”
They stopped at the bus pick up and waited for everyone to catch up. The trip back to the hotel didn’t take too long. When they arrived back and got off the bus, Andy winked at Ava over your shoulder.
“MOMMY!” Ava exclaimed, “We have to go back to the Magic Kingdom! I have to go to Cinderella’s wishing well!”
“Ok, Monkey” You said, amused, “We can go back tomorrow.”
“NO!” She insisted, “I have to go TONIGHT! It’s Christmas EVE and Jacob said that Disney magic AND Santa magic are EXTRA special. So I HAVE to make the wish tonight. Pleeeeeaaasssseee?”
“How about we take the monorail and go to the wishing well then just get dinner at the Magic Kingdom tonight?” Andy suggested, “It’s still early enough.”
“We can see if there is availability to eat at Cinderella’s Royal Table.” Your mom suggested, “I know our little Princess would love that.”
“Sounds like fun to me!” Jacob said, “We can see the fireworks show again!”
“Ok then,” You laughed, “I guess we’re not done with Disney today just yet.”
“YAY!” Ava yelled, happily. “Let’s go! Let’s go!” She tugged Jacob’s hand and started moving to the monorail.
“You know we can’t always give in though, right?” You asked Andy, laughing, “We’re creating a monster here.”
“I know, but it’s Christmas.” Andy shrugged, smiling, “And it’s Disney.”
“Wrapped around her little finger.” you laughed
“Possibly.” He agreed. “Come on, let’s go experience some more magic.”
You rode the monorail into the Magic Kingdom and immediately headed towards Cinderella’s wishing well for Ava.
“While we’re here did you want to go on any of the rides again or see anything else?” You asked the kids.
“Nope! Just the wishing well!” Ava said, “And what Nana said for dinner. I like that!”
“I’m good.” Jacob agreed, “We’re doing Epcot tomorrow for Christmas around the world”?
“Yup!” You confirmed, “We’ll do breakfast and presents in the morning and then head to Epcot later.”
“Cool.” he smiled. “There was a shop I kinda wanted to go back to on Main Street if that’s ok on our way out?”
“Of course!” You said, “We can stop after dinner. I may pick up some treats from the candy shop too.”
“Now who has whom wrapped around their finger?” Andy teased you, mimicking your earlier words.
“Hush” You laughed, “Not the same thing.”
“Uh huh.” He nodded, smirking. “Your argument is weak, my love.”
Once you arrived at the wishing well your mom and dad walked up with Ava and Jacob giving them each coins to toss into the well.
“Andy and Bri, you make wishes too.” Your mom said smiling, her hand holding out two more coins. You and Andy reached over and took the coins.
“You have to hold the coin in your hand really tight” Ava told Jacob, “Squeeze your eyes close and think REALLY hard about what you want to wish for. If you think about it and wish hard enough, it’ll come true!”
Jacob followed her instructions and made his wish, tossing the coin into the well. Ava made her wish next, tossing her coin into the well.
“Your turn Mommy!” Ava said, “Make a wish! Close your eyes REALLY REALLY tight and wish SUPER hard!”
Andy smiled at her, winking. You laughed, then closed your eyes tightly and made a show about really thinking about your wish, wanting to make Ava happy. In reality, you already had everything you could wish for. You finally tossed your coin into the well, opening your eyes.
“Ok, Andy…” You said, turning around to face him, your words getting stuck when you saw him.
While you were making your wish, Andy pulled the ring he’d been holding onto out of his pocket and had dropped down to one knee.
“Everything I could possibly wish for is already right here with me, Bri.” He said, his voice full of emotion. “I never really believed in second chances or in happily ever after until I was lucky enough to meet you and Ava. I was determined to be the best dad I could to Jacob and make our own happiness. We moved here for a fresh start, and I was given that and so much more. You embraced Jacob and he immediately started healing, and finding himself again. I was probably already half in love with you when we met for that reason alone. I fell completely in love with you the day in the zoo. Watching you with Ava and Jacob, I knew that’s what a mother’s love was supposed to look like. My heart was also captured by a little Princess that day. Bri, I love you completely with everything that I am. I love Ava as if she were my own. I love our little family that we’ve created. I want nothing more than to spend the rest of our lives together, raising these two crazy kids, and any more that may come along.”
You wiped at the tears now steadily streaming down your face at his words. Your heart bursting with love for him.
“Briella James, will you marry me?” Andy asked, smiling up at you, his eyes brimming with love for you.
“YES!” You exclaimed happily through your tears. Andy slipped the ring on your finger and then stood up, pulling you to him and kissing you.
You could hear loud applause all around from your parents, Jacob and Ava, but also from many strangers who had witnessed the proposal.
“I love you too, Andy.” You said when you could regained your composure. “More than I can possibly put into words.”
“Congratulations you two!” Your mom and dad said, coming over to hug you. Ava bounded over and threw herself into Andy’s arms hugging him tightly.
“I’m really glad you said yes.” Jacob said hugging you, “I mean I figured you would, but I’m still really glad. I love you Bri.”
“I love you too, Jacob.” You replied, a fresh wave of tears springing to your eyes.
“My wish came true!” Ave laughed happily, “Jacob was right! Disney magic and Christmas magic together makes the wish more powerful!”
“We have reservations at Cinderella’s Royal Table in 20 minutes.” Your dad said, winking at you. “Let’s get some pictures and then we can head over.”
Your parents snapped pictures of you and Andy and then of you both with the kids before a very helpful cast member came over and offered to take a picture of everyone together. One you were done with pictures, you made your way to dinner.
Like the princess breakfast, Ava was enamored by everything at dinner. It was fun to see her so excited. You kept sneaking peeks at your left hand, smiling whenever you saw your ring. Andy saw you looking and smiled widely.
After dinner, you all went to the shops on Main Street for some last minute shopping. Once you were all done you decided to skip the fireworks show again and head back to the hotel. Ava was anxious to pick up cookies and place them out for Santa and it had been a very eventful day.
The trip back was quick as most people were staying until the park closed. When you entered the hotel you took Ava to go get some cookies while everyone else headed up to the rooms. You knew Andy had something planned for her, but he hadn’t let you in on exactly what the surprise was.
Once Ava picked out the perfect cookies for Santa you headed up to the suite. When you walked in you both let out surprised gasps. While you’d been gone today, your suite had been turned into a Christmas wonderland. It could almost rival the North Pole. In one corner of the common space, a large tree had been set up and decorated. Garland was strung around the suite, what looked like mistletoe was hung by the balcony doors and on one wall, stockings were hung. The stockings were all Disney themed and had everyone’s names embroidered on them.
“MOMMY!” Ava exclaimed, “It’s BEAUTIFUL!”
“It really is, Monkey.” You agreed, “It’s perfect.” You looked over at Andy, smiling. You walked over to him and wrapped your arms around him, pulling him down so you could kiss him. “Thank you.” You whispered.
“Of course,” he replied, kissing you back. “Anything to put a smile on our Princess’ face.”
Jacob helped Ava get the cookies on a plate and placed a small carton of Milk next to it with a note. Ava had written the note to Santa earlier in the day and sealed it in a hotel envelope so we couldn’t see it. She insisted it was for Santa only.
“Alright, Princess,” Andy said, “Time to get ready for bed and head off to dreamland so Santa can come.”
“Ok!” She said, hopping up and heading into the bathroom to brush her teeth and change.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen her that willing to go to bed before.” You laughed.
Your parents said goodnight and headed to their room, and Jacob went and got ready for bed after Ava was finished.
When both kids were ready for bed you went in to tuck Ava into bed.
“Mommy, can Jacob read me a bedtime story first?” Ava asked.
“That’s up to him, Monkey.” You said, “But off to sleep you go after one story.”
“I’ll read to you, Kiddo.” Jacob agreed. “Goodnight Bri.”
“Goodnight Jacob,” You smiled, “You’re already such an amazing big brother.”
“She makes it easy.” He shrugged, smiling bashfully.
“Good night Mommy!” Ava said, “I love you!”
“Goodnight, Monkey.” You replied, “I love you too. And I love you, Jacob.”
“Love you too.” He said smiling and grabbing a book to read to Ava.
You backed out of their room, quietly closing the door, and headed to your room to change and help Andy get everything set up for Ava for morning from Santa.
“Just when I think I can’t possibly love you any more than I already do, you go and prove me wrong.” You said wrapping your arms around Andy’s waist from behind and dropping a kiss on his shoulder blade. He turned in your arms and cupped your face gently in his hands, leaning down to kiss you softly.
“I love you too, Sweetheart.” He replied, leaning in to capture your lips again.
“How did I get so lucky that I get forever with you, my incredible fiance?” You asked.
“The luck is all mine, my beautiful future wife.” He replied.
Smiling, you both set to work filling stockings and getting all the gifts and Santa gifts under the tree. When you were about done, you noticed Andy pulling a small box out of a Disney bag that you didn’t remember picking up.
“I wanted to ask you something.” Andy said, looking almost as nervous as when he proposed.
“I already said, ‘Yes’.” You teased him.
“And I’m really glad you did, or this would be super awkward” He laughed, letting out a breath he’d been holding and sitting down on the bed. “I saw this necklace the day that I found your ring, and immediately knew I was going to get it for Ava. I know that by getting married, we are both gaining another child. I love Ava as if she were already mine, and I wanted to ask you, before asking her, if once we’re married, if I could legally adopt her? I want her to officially be my daughter.”
“Andy, of course you can!” You said, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him. “I love that you love her and want to adopt her. And I know she’ll be ecstatic when you ask her. She already looks at you like her dad.”
“Think she’ll like the necklace?” He asked, opening the box to show you. Inside the box was a delicate silver chain with a locket and tiara charm. You carefully opened the locket and inside there was a tiny picture of the two of them that’d been taken at her birthday party on one side and on the other side it said ‘Daddy’s Princess’.
“She will love it.” You confirmed, “Almost as much as she already loves you.” You put the necklace back into the box and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down to kiss him. “You’re perfect, my love.”
“Far from perfect, but given a lifetime with you, I may get closer to it.” He replied.
The next morning you were woken up to Ava bounding into your room and jumping onto the bed.
“SANTA CAME!” She exclaimed, “WAKE UP! WAKE UP! IT’S CHRISTMAS!”
“We’re awake, Princess.” Andy laughed, grabbing her and pulling her down between the two of you, tickling her. “Give us a minute and we’ll be right out to see what Santa left for you.”
“HURRY!” She ordered, laughing and running off into the common area.
“Guess that’s our wake up call.” You laughed, looking at the clock next to the bed. “At least she waited until 6:30. Last year she had me up at 5.”
“I have a feeling Jacob may have been keeping her contained for a bit.” Andy guessed.
“That would make more sense.” You agreed, “Let’s go before she comes back in.”
The two of you made your way out the other room. You stopped quickly to start coffee on your way.
“Ok, dig into the stockings” You said, “Everything else waits until Nana and Papa are over here.”
You all looked through your stockings, loving the variety of treats, and small gifts that filled each one. While you were all engaged in stockings your parents came over and joined you all.
“YAY!” Ava said happily, running over to hug her grandparents. “Nana and Papa are here so we can open ALL the presents!”
“To be young and have that much energy again.” Your dad laughed.
“You’re not wrong.” Andy agreed, “If we could bottle an ounce of her energy we could make millions.”
“I don’t know if I could even handle THAT much energy.” Your mom replied.
“Alright Monkey, we’ll do presents and then breakfast” You said.
Lots of paper and ribbons later, you were down to the last couple of gifts. Jacob handed you a package at the same time that Andy handed Ava the small box.
“This is for you Princess.” Andy said. He sat down next to hear while she tore the wrapping off and opened the box.
“It’s BEAUTIFUL!” She exclaimed, beaming at Andy. “Thank you so much!”
“Open it, Monkey.” You encouraged her, tears already filling your eyes. Knowing something big was about to happen, your mom had her cell phone out recording the moment.
Ava carefully opened up the locket and saw the picture of her and Andy from her party. She was still new with reading but was good at sounding things out, and could recognize words she was more familiar with, so you weren’t surprised when she was able to read the inside of the locket.
“Daddy’s Little Princess.” She read aloud, slowly and quietly. She paused for a moment, then looked up at Andy, then to you. You nodded to her encouragingly. “You… want to be my... Daddy?”
“I very much want to be your Daddy, Princess.” Andy said, his voice thick with emotion, “If that’s OK with you?”
“YES!” She exclaimed, launching herself into his arms, her own winding around his neck tightly. “I love you, Daddy!”
“I love you too, Princess.” He replied, tears slipping down his cheeks. Your own were wet with tears, as well. Your heart was bursting with happiness. “Your mommy and I talked and she said that I could adopt you. That means officially you’ll be my daughter too, and as soon as Mommy and I are married, we can change both hers and your last name to Barber.”
“And Jacob will be my brother for REAL?” She asked happily.
“I’m already your brother for real Kiddo.” Jacob said coming over to hug her.
“Yes he is.” Andy confirmed.
“Bri, open yours next.” Jacob said.
You smiled, picking up the package again and carefully unwrapping it. You opened the box and moved the tissue paper aside. Nestled in the paper was a bracelet with several charms on it. You looked at the charms closely, tears once more springing to your eyes. In the middle was a charm that said ‘Mom’, with the O being minnie mouse. On each side of that charm were birthstone charms. One for Ava and one for Jacob.
“Jacob…” you said, your voice horse from emotion, “this is so beautiful. Thank You!” You reach over and pull him into a hug.
“There’s more” he whispered as he hugged you back. He pulled away and you looked back down into the box. Tucked in with the bracelet was a folded up piece of paper. You took it out, carefully unfolding it. After the first few lines you read you realized what you were reading. Your head shot up and you caught Andy’s eye over Jacob’s head. He had tears still gathered in his eyes and he nodded slightly, letting you know he knew about the paper. You assumed Andy had been responsible for having the paper formally drafted, but it was a petition of adoption.
“Jacob…” You said, “If you’re sure this is what you want, I would be honored to adopt you and be your mom. I love you, Sweetheart.”
“I’m sure.” He said firmly, “I love you too. You’ve been more of a mom to me in the last 5 months than my biological mother was in 14 years. I know what a mom is supposed to be since I met you.”
You hugged him tightly, as though you could put all his pieces back together again in that one hug. You knew it would take time, but you swore you’d help to undo the damage that Laurie had done to him.
“I think this has been the best Christmas in a long time.” Your dad said, voice breaking with emotion.
“There’s only the best yet to come.” Andy said, sitting next to you and Jacob with Ava on his lap.
“Papa is right!” Ava declared, “I wished on my birthday candles that we’d be a real family, and then I asked Santa this year to make Andy my Daddy and Jacob my big brother!”
“It looks like the birthday Fairy and Santa delivered then huh, Monkey?” You said, beaming at your daughter.
“Yup!” She agreed. “I think next, I’ll wish for a baby brother or sister!” Everyone burst out laughing. You and Andy looked at each other over her head, you’re sure your eyes were as big as saucers. He just winked and smiled.
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quid pro quo: the white house ✧ andy barber & bucky barnes
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pairing: potus!andy barber x flotus!reader x secret service!bucky
summary: your husband has been sworn in, and it’s time to celebrate.
word count: 1,848
warnings?: 18+ MINORS DNI, pet name (doll), fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex, anal, double penetration, dumbification, name calling (whore, slut, dumb little baby, little girl), not proofread
note: this is more of an anthology than a series. every part exists in the same universe, but parts can be read in any particular order. there is no set update schedule for this; new parts come whenever they come. feel free to request anything you’d like to see in this universe.
You can still remember the first time your husband told you to seek comfort in the arms of another. How he told you that he’d be busier than ever before—you were already used to seldom seeing him. You’d met him when he was still an ADA, and you’d been there when he ran for Senate. You were used to him not being around that often. But being the president of an entire country? Yeah, you weren’t going to see around all that much. You hadn’t even seen him that much on the campaign trail.
Sure, you had your appearances with him, supported him in any and all public events, but Andy Barber the Politician was a lot different than Andy Barber the Doting Husband. Lately, the politician side overtook everything, and it left you wanting for more than Andy could provide. And he knew it. And your bodyguard, the member of the Secret Service who’d been assigned to protect you after Andy secured the Democratic nomination, knew it. So, when Andy first made the proposal, the two of you knew exactly who you would find comfort in.
It was the perfect arrangement. Because he was assigned to protect you, it wasn’t suspicious for James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes to be by your side at any hour of the day. Even the hours where you weren’t working on something to help with Andy’s campaigns. Bucky, like your husband, was an attentive lover. A real giver. Always made sure that your pleasure was first and foremost. Most days that he took care of you, it was solely focused on you. He could spend hours like that, buried between your legs, pushing you over the edge again and again and again. The best times, though, was when Andy had a rare moment of downtime, an evening where he didn’t have to turn in early, and they’d have you practically singing for them.
And tonight? Oh, they were going to spoil you rotten like that.
You smoothed out your dress as you stepped out of the car, nodding at the man who’d opened the door for you. Your husband stood a few feet in front of you, his hand outstretched, a gentle smile on your face. You slipped your hand in his, allowing him to lead you up the steps. In front of him was his own Secret Service, Bucky and his team bringing up the rear.
You glanced over your shoulder, looking out at the swarm of people on the other side of the gate, the flashing cameras nearly blinding you. You threw them a wave and a bright smile. The press would like that, you were sure. Andy’s team, too. Andy swore that the reason he won was ‘cause he had a strong but still kind woman by his side. You’d always laugh, tell him he won of his own volition, but that, if he kept up his compliments, you’d be sure to treat him real well.
The White House was larger than you’d imagined. You’d never seen it up close before, only seeing it from the other side of its heavily guarded fence. Andy had been, though, seemingly comfortable in your home for the next four years. He gave your hand a squeeze as you marveled at the building, trying to not ooh and ahh at the impressive sight.
You were a bit of a history nerd, having studied history and political science during your undergrad before going after your PhD, eventually securing a job as a professor in Harvard’s Department of Government. That was how you’d met your husband. He’d been doing a guest lecture for some of the law students, and you’d met him as he was on his way out. In a cliché only fit for the best romance novels, you’d ran straight into him, spilling your coffee all over his well pressed suit. You’d sworn it was an accident, but he said the only way he’d forgive you is if you let him take you to get another cup of coffee. And, well, the rest was history.
“I can take it from here,” Bucky said, once the doors were shut. The other Secret Service dispersed and he took the lead, nodding his head to follow him as he led you down the winding halls to your new bedroom.
You tried to not let the excitement show on your face, to look as tired as you’d felt, to not give away about what was to transpire to any of the staff lingering in the hall.
“Been a long day. Glad you were by my side, doll,” Andy said. “Made the whole day a lot more bearable.”
Bucky, having reached the bedroom, opened the door, pushing it open, before turning. “Gave us all something good to look at, too. Was gettin’ sick of lookin’ at that old man.”
“Bucky!” you laughed. “Play nice.”
“Only do that for you, doll.”
Andy led you into the bedroom, Bucky slipping in behind him and shutting the door. You looked around. The room was relatively bare, nothing personal about it, save for your unpacked bags that had been brought in early in the day.
“How do you want her first, boss?” Bucky asked.
“You have your fun first, Barnes,” Andy said, letting go of your hand before sinking into a chair in front of the bed. “Know it’s hard havin’ to deal with her on days like this. Think you should get the first taste.”
Andy didn’t need to say another word. Bucky was spinning you around, trapping you against his chest, as he captured your lips with his own. You moaned, gripping onto his shoulders as his tongue found his way past your lips, exploring the present Andy so graciously gave him. His hands slipped down your back, pulling the zipper down before pushing the fabric away. He unclasped your bra next, tossing it over at Andy who only chuckled at his antics.
You barely had time to process him pulling away, or him tossing you onto the bed as though you were nothing more than an actual doll. He kissed his way up your ankles to your thighs, nipping at the soft skin before yanking your lacy blue panties down.
“Well, would you look at that, all nice and wet already. Were you like that out there, doll? Were you so desperate to be fucked while we spoke to the reporters? While your husband was being sworn in? ”
You whined, clenching down hard as his metal fingers pushed their way into your dripping pussy. It was almost pathetic how much you loved his fingers, the pure pleasure they brought you incomparable. He lapped at your core, his tongue swirling over clit.
“You gonna come for Buck, doll?” Andy asked as your eyes screwed shut, your hands clutching fistfuls of the sheet. “You gonna be a good girl for him? Do it, doll. Come for him.”
Stars clouded your vision as you toppled over the edge, your thighs squeezing Bucky’s head, holding him in place as you trembled. As you came down from your high, you released your hold, letting him come back up, licking your juices off of his metal digits.
“Sweet as a peach,” he smirked. He looked over at Andy. “Think she’s ready for her real treat, don’t you?”
“I think she is,” Andy replied. “You want her ass or her cunt?”
Oh, you loved the way they talked about you like you weren’t even there. As if you were just there for pleasure and pleasure only, like you didn’t even need to bother thinking when you were with them.
“Cunt, you know it’s my favorite.”
Bucky undressed himself in what seemed like record time before he picked you up, your weak legs wrapping around his wait, before he laid down on the bed. Behind you, you could hear Andy shuffling around the bags, before he let out a quiet “ah! found you!”. You felt the crown of Bucky’s cock rub against your slit, before he pulled you down on him, you moaning as he filled you to the brim. You heard a cap pop! open behind before you felt the globs of lube hit your puckered hole, Andy working it in with his fingers while Bucky began to rock his hips.
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as Andy pushed himself into your ass, slowly to let you adjust. Bucky only picked up the pace, moving faster, keeping your thoughts away from the initial pain you were feeling, keeping you away from your thoughts all together.
“So fucking tight,” Andy groaned. “Like you were fuckin’ made for this. Our good little whore, made just for our cocks.”
You clenched down harder at the name, babbling that yeah, you’re their whore, their whore.
“You like bein’ our whore, huh? If only the press could see you like this, takin’ our cocks so well. Bet they wouldn’t think you were a good girl then, would they? Nah, they’d know the true slut you really are,” Bucky taunted.
“No, no, good girl. Good girl,” you whined, your head falling onto Bucky’s chest.
“Look how fuckin’ dumb she gets for us, Buck. Barely even started and she’s already fuckin’ droolin’ for us.”
You weren’t sure who was even speaking, crying out as one of them—which one was it?—hit a sensitive spot deep inside you. You could barely hold on. Everything was too much. Too much, too much.
“Can’t fuckin’ blame. Had to act like a big girl out there all day, but we both know this dumb little baby would rather be takin’ our cocks. Ain’t that right, little girl? ”
“Uh huh,” you mumbled, burying your face in Bucky’s chest. “Just wanna come, please let me come.”
“That desperate already?” Andy taunted, his hand smacking your ass, admiring the way it jiggled. “Go ahead, doll, come for us.”
You practically sobbed as you fell over the edge again, barely able to catch your breath. Andy and Bucky weren’t too far behind, or at least that’s what you thought. Time felt meaningless as they used your body to get themselves off, the only sign that they were done being when you felt their cum slowly drip down your thighs as they pulled, rolling you onto your side so you could snuggle into your husband’s chest, Bucky pressed up against your back.
“Took us so well, doll. Absolutely fuckin’ perfect,” Andy said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead.
Bucky kissed along your neck, squeezing you tightly, as he mumbled, “There’s more where that came from, just rest for a minute and we’ll go again, yeah? Wanna make sure you know just how much we appreciate you.”
“‘ppreciate you too,” you whispered. “Love you both.”
“We love you, too, now rest okay, doll?”
And, though you were supposed to be resting before the next round started, all you could think about was the next place you could convince the two of them to take you in would be. Hmm, perhaps the Oval Office would be the best choice...
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