#andy barber x wife!reader

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The Green Light

Summary: Full Story! Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet? Check out the sequel: The Green Light Afterglow.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Light Smut, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Discussions of Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Slight Lactation Kink Reference, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I know this took a while. Thank you all for your patience and I sincerely hope it's okay. Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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“Well, I’ve gotta tell you, my dear, by all appearances you’ve healed just fine.” You let out a sigh as Dr. Wilson, your OBGYN, removes the speculum. God, how you hated that thing. “You can go ahead and sit up.” You watch as he removes his gloves to make some notes on his mobile workstation. “Everything looks good. How have you been feeling lately? Raising four kids is no easy feat, especially when half of them are newborns.”

“Andy and I try to split the shifts as best we can. If he’s helping with the twins then I’ve got the older girls, and vice versa.”

“That’s good. One thing I’ve always liked about the two of you is that you believe in teamwork. You’d be surprised at how many couples don’t.” He makes a few more notes. “And how many hours of sleep would you say you get a night? Ballpark it for me if you can.”

“Um…” You have to think about that one. “Maybe five. Yeah, I would say about five hours a night. And I can occasionally squeeze in a quick nap during the day when the twins are sleeping. It doesn’t happen all of the time, but it’s better than nothing.”

The older man nods his head. “And how are Bianca and Katrina adjusting to the new additions? And by the way, don’t forget that you promised to show me pictures, because I certainly haven’t.” Dr. Wilson looks up from his computer and offers you a warm smile.

“I haven’t forgotten, don’t worry.” You tell him with a chuckle. “And they’re okay. Bianca loves to hold them all the time. And Katrina is enjoying being a big sister – she’s very helpful. She wants to play with them so bad, but she doesn’t quite get that they’re still a little too young.”

“I see. And is she still threatening to put A.J. outside?” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he struggles not to laugh just like he had when you’d first relayed your three-year-old’s initial reaction to your pregnancy reveal. 

“Oh, God. She’s only made that threat twice I think since we’ve brought them home. Once when he wouldn’t stop crying. And then again when she wanted to cuddle with me while I was in the middle of a feeding. Other than that, she’s been fine. He’s growing on her.” 

“Glad to hear it.” He mutters. “That’s usually how it goes. Give it a few years, and I bet they’ll be the best of friends.”

God, you sure hoped so. Just last night you had a dream about finding your little boy out in the woods. Except he’d somehow grown a beard, making him look like a baby mountain man. And, of course, he had been clutching that damn blankie too! 

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I’m officially giving you the all-clear to resume any and all physical activity. If you have any concerns after we’re done here, you know I’m only a phone call away.”

Thank goodness! You couldn’t wait to start working out again. You were tired of rocking stretchy pants and maternity clothes. 

Your phone buzzes in your purse as Dr. Wilson finishes up whatever else he’s typing. It goes on for a while before it finally stops, only to resume buzzing seconds later. 

If you were a betting woman, and you were, you’d put your money on the person behind all the constant buzzing being none other than your husband, Andrew. You knew he’d been waiting for this day. Your man had been extra giddy this morning. So much in fact that you could’ve sworn he’d clicked his heels on his way out the door.

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Twenty Minutes Later…

You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car. According to your phone, you have two missed calls from Andy Bear, along with three new texts.  

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring. 

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes. 

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.  

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now. 

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk. 

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”  

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long. 

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy. 

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…” 

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt. 

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps, with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…” 

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

The call ends, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Putting the car in drive, you pull out of the parking lot and start thinking of every argument you could possibly make to talk your sweet, although slightly ogreish, husband out of sexy times and into sleepy times. But there was also something that told you that might not work.

Which meant it was time to come up with a Plan B. And while you were at it, probably a Plan C too.

___

Later That Afternoon...

“This makes me look like an apple with legs.”

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror trying your best not to give in to the overwhelming feeling of defeat. At this point, you’d tried on multiple sets of lingerie – all different styles, cuts, and colors. 

And this one had been the only thing that seemed to look halfway decent.

Well, the good news was that your ass was still there. But the bad news? So was your stomach. 

“Swear to God…I’m gonna find an ocean and throw myself in it.” You mutter as you stare at your reflection. You let out a resigned sigh as you do a little spin. “Knowing my ass can’t swim.” You gently smoosh your hand against your tummy in an attempt to flatten it. 

To be fair, you’d only given birth two months ago and the lingerie you’d purchased was kind of slimming so…

Maybe you were being too hard on yourself. Or, maybe it was still worth trying to convince your husband to settle for an evening filled with dinner and cuddles. You really weren’t in the mood to take your clothes off in front of him at the moment. 

Hell, who were you kidding? You could walk around wearing nothing but fishnets and tinfoil and the man would still find a reason to be into you. 

Sometimes your loving husband was a man of the hopeless variety. 

Plus, while Andrew Barber wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, he would definitely do everything in his power to persuade you. And he could be very persuasive when he put his mind to it. 

Yeah. You were probably fucked.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your thick hair, loosening and fluffing your curls. Although Andy would be home any minute, there was still time to throw on sweats and a t-shirt or something. 

“Fuck!” You hiss as your eyes well and your bottom lip begins to tremble. The other problem was that, while you were convinced that you needed more time, you also wanted to make your husband happy. But how could you when you could barely stomach the idea of taking off your clothes in front of him.

Just last week, some asshole at your favorite smoothie bar had the nerve to ask how far along you were – his intrusive gaze lingering on your post-baby body. His audacity had caught you so off guard that you were pretty sure that you’d given some unintelligible answer before snatching your drink and running towards the nearest exit. 

That one little interaction had practically eviscerated what little bit of self-confidence you had left. And while you hadn’t made specific mention of it to Andy, you might end up doing so – if only to plead your case. 

Which was that you were simply too large right now to be sexy, let alone feel attractive. Your skin was too loose, your stretch marks too prominent. And not only that, you were pretty sure that the only reason Andy wanted you right now was because he hadn’t gotten any in a couple of months. 

Once his itch had been sufficiently scratched, the haze would clear and then your husband would see your body for what it was. He would understand your need to undress behind closed doors, without an audience. And then he would give you however much time you needed to get yourself back into some semblance of shape. 

A lone tear slips down your cheek, which only serves to piss you off more. And although you’re quick to dash it away, another one is soon to follow. The last thing you needed for Andrew to notice you’d been crying. There was no need for both of you to feel bad about the state of things, you know?

With one last shake of your head you decide to throw on your robe and head downstairs to greet your man. 

“Let’s get this shit over with.”

___

Ten Minutes Later…

“Baby?” Your husband calls out as he enters the house from the garage. “Baby, I’m home! Where are you?”

“Kitchen!” You go back to busying yourself folding your brand new set of dish towels you’d purchased from Bed, Bath, & Beyond. That store was one of your happy places, second only to Target and Disney World. It also helped that there was one located almost directly across the street from the mall you’d stopped at as well.

Your pulse quickens as you hear him approach, his rapidly falling footsteps coming closer by the second.

“Ah, I found you.” Andy rounds the corner, grinning from ear to ear. “Hi, my gorgeous girl.” His smile somehow grows impossibly wider. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  

“Well, here I am.” You cast him a demure glance over your shoulder. “Although, I’m afraid I’m probably not much to look at.” Noticing his hands are surprisingly empty, you attempt to change the subject. “I thought you were gonna stop and grab dinner on the way?” 

“I was.” He cocks his hip against the kitchen counter as loosens his tie. “But since you didn’t seem all that keen on the idea of surf and turf this morning I figured I’d hold off. Maybe see how we were feeling later this evening.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh? Is that all my baby has to say about that?” Andy tosses his tie onto the counter before unfastening the top three buttons of his light blue dress shirt. “Just oh?” 

“Uh, yeah. How was your day?” You were quickly running out of towels to unfold and refold. If you kept it up you were going to start looking like a lunatic.

“Too long for a man who’s been missing his wife the way I have.” His sensual purr is enough to make you weak in the knees. “It was fucking excruciating, Baby Girl.” 

Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye – fuck! Your dumbass just made fucking eye contact!

Your throat suddenly goes dry as the weight of his intense gaze threatens to overwhelm you. Andrew Barber always seemed to have this way about him. Only he had the power to unravel you in this manner. 

It was truly a skill that was his alone. But on days like today, it was also a major nuisance.   

“Come here.” The gentleness of his tone softens the command.

“Umm…” Instead of doing as you’re told you decide to shove those stupid towels you’ve been preoccupied with into a drawer. Which also happens to be the wrong drawer. Kitchen linens didn’t belong with the cutting boards. Anybody with some sense could see that!   

“Sweetheart…” Andy’s voice drops another octave. “Stop fussing with those and come here already. I’d really like to hold my wife.” His earnest plea has your eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah. Okay.” You sniffle out, before dropping the towel and making a headlong dash into his waiting embrace. He wraps his brawny arms around you then, tucking his chin into your thick mane of glossy curls.

The two of you stand there without moving. Holding each other close as your hearts beat in time with one another. Andy’s hand comes to rest on your lower back, his palm slowly rubbing in small, soothing circles. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” He hugs even tighter as you gently nuzzle your face against his chest, effectively wiping off what little bit of makeup you’d managed to apply earlier. “Tell me, please.”

Aww. Your sweet Ogre had even said “please”. 

“Nothing.” Which was also code for everything. 

Andy steps back to tenderly grip your chin, his thumb lightly smoothing across your bottom lip. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie.” And then he leans in to brush his mouth over your own. “Especially when you’re upset.”

“I know.” The words come out barely above a whisper. “And I’m fine. I just, um…” You go to pull away, surprised when he actually lets you. “I went and did a little shopping today. You know…cuz’ we got the green light. But – well, not the robe. Th–that isn’t new. But once I got it home and really looked at it, I um…” You throw up your hands as everything comes tumbling out in one jumbled mess.

“It just doesn’t fit right, okay? It probably didn’t even fit properly at the boutique when I tried it on and I just didn’t notice. Because the lighting was different and the mirrors are maybe a little more forgiving. Kind of like the ones you find in a funhouse. Except all of them were super flattering. Not like the one we’ve got in our bathroom here at home. Which…I mean that’s probably how they get ya, right?”

Your husband lifts a quizzical brow as you continue to ramble and slowly back away. You knew there was quite literally no possible chance you could manage to outrun your handsome attorney. But that didn’t mean you weren’t above giving it the old college try.   

“So, I’m just gonna go upstairs and peel this ugly thing off. That way neither one of us has to even bother looking at it.” You finish rather lamely.

“And why exactly do you think I wouldn’t want to look at you? How about you explain that one to me, please?” Andy growls, jamming his hands into the pockets of his trousers.                 

“Because I don’t like the way I look right now and I’m pretty sure that if I show you, then you won’t either.”

Andy stares you down, the muscle ticking in his jaw. But you were beyond caring at this point. Right now was about acknowledging the truth regarding your body and the level of comfort you had with it.  

“That’s bullshit, baby.” He rakes an impatient hand through his hair, moussing the auburn strands. “You know I love the way you look. I fucking adore you.”  

“And that last part may very well be true, Big Man.” You concede, toying with the material of your robe. “But I, um...” A lump forms in your throat, but you force yourself to press on. “I do believe you love the way I look when I’m pregnant, yes. So do I…mostly. And you also love the way I look when I’m not pregnant. As in, after I’ve lost a healthy chunk of the baby weight.”  

“What in the–? I mean, Jesus fucking Christ!” Your husband cuts himself off mid-sentence as he rocks back on his heels – as if stunned by your admission. 

“I’m saying this wrong.” Good lord, you needed to get a better handle on the direction of this conversation. “Fuck! I know I am. But I don’t feel very good about myself right now. I don’t want to take off my clothes. I don’t want you to see me in this lingerie. Because I am almost entirely convinced that once you do – once you see all that I’m currently working with – you will change your mind about wanting to sleep with me.”

“You don’t mean that.” Andy scoffs under his breath, which you ignore.

“And if I see that…if I see that switch flip behind your eyes when it finally clicks just how unattractive I truly am…I don’t think I could handle that.”  

As hard as this was, it was important for you to make him understand. And once you were finished, perhaps you could cook the two of you something for dinner.  After that you would simply settle in and enjoy an easy, child-free night.

“Meaning?” Andy grunts.

“Meaning, I’m not taking off this robe tonight.” You blow out a weary breath as your hands go rest on your hips. “In fact, I don’t even know why –”

“Are you finished yet, sweetheart?” Your husband finally interrupts, apparently having had enough of your tirade. “Or do you have more? Because I’ve gotta tell you, as nice as it is that you think you’ve decided all this shit for us, your Daddy has quite a bit to say. So, are you fucking finished?”

“Y–yes.” That strange lump in your throat is back. “But I –”

“Stop. If you’re going to be done, then be done.” Andy interrupts again, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. “Baby Girl…I know what you’re doing. Even if you don’t, even if you can’t see it. I do. And I’m going to put a stop to it right now.”

“I’m just telling us both the truth!” You cry before you can catch yourself. 

“No. You’re feeding us both lies. And I won’t stand for that shit. Not for another goddamned moment. I–I just won’t.”

The passion in his voice is enough to temporarily silence any forthcoming protests. 

“And what’s more,” Andy forges on, “you’re not giving me even a shred of credit here. Which, and I’ve gotta be real honest with you here, kinda pisses me the fuck off.” Now it’s his turn to sigh, although this one is filled with exasperation.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down at your toes.

“Look. At. Me.” The authority in his tone has your head snapping up immediately. 

“Have I ever, and I do mean ever, in all the years we’ve been together, given you any indication that you are anything but beautiful to me?” He takes a step towards you, even as you take one back. “I quite literally worship the ground you walk on, sweetness. Which means that I occasionally notice things, even when you think I don’t.”

Your husband takes another step towards you, and then another. He’s getting closer, purposely crowding you with his big body – essentially trapping you like the predator that he was.   

“There has never been a time, not once, when I have been less than hopelessly attracted to you. I want you all of the goddamned time. And, you know, maybe I should seek professional help for this shit, but I don’t want to. I don’t need to. Because I love my wife. I adore every single inch of you.”

You jump when your back collides with the refrigerator, the cool surface of the stainless steel appliance piercing your skin through the thin fabric of your robe.

“So what is it, Baby Girl? What is that you’ve got under there that’s got you so convinced I’m going to be disgusted by what I see.” Andy levels you with a pointed look as his hands go to gently grip your biceps, caging you in. “What is it you’re trying to hide from me?”

You close your eyes when it becomes too hard to look at the man you loved more than anything - the man who was surely about to become your undoing.     

“While I appreciate your so-called brand of honesty, sometimes it hurts me when you talk about yourself like this. When you doubt yourself in this way. When you doubt me. Doubt us.” Andy briefly rests his forehead against yours before continuing. 

“How am I supposed to help you battle these insecurities if you won’t even let me in the ring, sweetness? Sometimes you make it damn near impossible to – fuck!” He hisses, breaking the almost tender embrace before reminding himself to pause. “Okay.”

“I–I’m sorry, Andrew.” This time you don’t bother trying to fight back the tears when they come. Instead you decide to let them fall, realizing that it might finally be okay to let your husband catch you.

Before you broke completely and shattered into a hundred-million little pieces.   

“Why on earth are you apologizing to me right now?” He cups your face with his hands as he brushes your tears away. “I’m not shaming you. I’m just…” He takes another calming breath. “I’m just talking to you. I thought we were expressing how we felt about things, weren’t we?”

“Yeah.” You give him a quick nod as more tears make their way down your cheeks.  

“Okay.” He presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Then will you trust me to show you something?” Again you nod before allowing him to lace his fingers through yours and pull you in the direction of the hall.

“Wh–where are we going?”

“Hush.” 

He leads you down the hallway in silence, not stopping until you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror located in the foyer. And then he reaches around to undo the knot on your robe, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at your feet. 

“Well, would you look at you? Is this pretty little thing what you bought for me today?”

“Mmhm.” You breathe, resting your head against his broad chest while your man looks his fill. Andy smooths his hands up and down your sides, lovingly kneading your ample curves. “It was the only thing that I felt, um…like it might be okay.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Baby Girl.” Andy playfully nips at your ear. “You still trust me? Okay, good. Then let’s take this off, too.” He reaches for the skirt of your lingerie.

“But why?” You whine, attempting to wiggle out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, your Big Man refuses to let you go. “Wait!”

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” Even though he’s pushing you, you can tell he’s also trying to keep a lid on his patience. “We both have. You got to make your case back there in the kitchen, young lady. Which means it’s now time for your Daddy to make his, don’t you think?”

While you weren’t quite sure where this was going, you also weren’t sure if you were ready to use your safe word yet. If that particular rule even applied right now.

“I – alright.” You concede before lifting your arms so that he can help remove the flimsy garment, leaving you naked and bare to his gaze. Goosebumps rise on your vulnerable flesh as you shiver, but it’s not from the cold.

Safe to say, catching a chill was the last thing on your mind. You just wanted to get this shit over with, whatever it was, and then move the fuck on already.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me, little love.” Andy purrs, lightly running his fingers through your curls. “I want to show you what I see every time I look at you.” 

It takes you a moment, but eventually you’re able to do as you’re told. But instead of focusing on your own reflection, you choose to look at your husband – taking comfort in the warmth radiating from him.

You wanted to trust him. You really did.     

“Thank you. Now, I want you to do your best to hear me.” Andy begins as his hands come up to rest themselves on your shoulders. “You are gorgeous no matter what size you are. And I am consistently awed by the fact that you, my darling wife, just gave birth to two healthy babies a little over eight weeks ago. My babies.” You receive a tender kiss to the back of your neck.

Your lower lip begins to tremble of its own accord. But this time you don’t look away, instead you follow the path of his fingers as they trail their way down your body.

“It’s because of you, and your magnificent little body, that I’m lucky enough to have four pieces of heaven running around this house, making noise and causing chaos. Giving me both a reason to live again along with a few new gray hairs at the same time.” 

You watch as he lifts your breasts, hefting the erotic weight of them in his palms. He gently massages them, completely unfazed by the light dribble of milk leaking from your left nipple. Instead you’re treated to another roguish grin as his tongue darts out to greedily lap up the stray drops from his knuckles. 

“Fucking delicious. But stop trying to distract me, baby.” He rasps, his tone just shy of teasing. “We both know you’re not quite ready for me to feast just yet.” And then he winks at you, which suddenly has your legs feeling like jelly. 

Although you flinch when his focus shifts to your belly, the pads of his fingers tracing along one of your more prominent stretch marks. He keeps his touch light - bordering on reverent - as he marvels at the angry stripes painted across your skin.

The ones formed out of a natural bond built between a mother and her children. 

“I love this part of you. This part right here where you – aw, no. Please don’t look away from me, honey.” Andy moves to kiss away a fresh wave of tears. “Let me see those eyes.”  

“I…I...” Your mouth clamps shut as you stifle a hiccup. You grant yourself a couple of seconds before opening your eyes again. This time when you do, you gently place your hands on top of his. “I’m sorry. I know, you love this part of me because of the kids. And I get it, I do. But…” You shake your head and give up.

Because something tells you that perhaps you’d be better off just listening for right now. 

“Yes, I absolutely love this part of you because of our rugrats, but that’s not the only reason. It’s because, as much as I adore your tight little pussy and that spankable ass of yours, your belly has always been it for me.”

“What?” Now that has your full attention.    

“I’m not kidding.” He asserts. “I don’t think I’ve ever shared this with you, probably because I thought I’d run the risk of sounding dumb. But your belly has always been my favorite feature because it’s…it’s my anchor.”

Your husband’s heartfelt admission actually has the nerve to throw you for a bit of a loop.   

“I’m serious.” Andy continues, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. “There’s something about whenever the world feels like it’s falling apart all around me and then I reach for you, because that’s what I do. And you’re always there for me, my love. Always.” He gives you a light squeeze. “And without fail, you just let me hold you like this, wherever we are. And I just…I feel better.”

“Swear to God, I’m a grown-ass man, but this part of you brings me so much comfort. I understand the fact that you struggle with accepting your body the way it is right now, especially after welcoming the twins. But please believe me when I tell you that where you only seem to see your flaws, I see strength. I see incomparable beauty.” 

Andy takes that moment to fully envelope you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle and burying his face in your hair. You allow yourself to stand there for a little while, drinking in the sight of your devoted husband holding your nude body.

You’ve never felt more loved. More cherished than you did right now.  

“Andy Bear…” You whisper, your voice filled with emotion. “I…I don’t quite see what you see. Not yet. But I do think I feel it now. More than I did anyway.” 

You let out a surprised yip when he spins you around. His intoxicating blue eyes bore into your own as his hands move to tease the globes of your ass.

“You should know that I wasn’t finished yet, princess. I just spent the last several minutes composing a sonnet dedicated to that greedy pussy of yours. Then there’s those luscious thighs, and that ass. I also never really had a thing for feet until I met you, but I’m particularly fond of those too. I’m prepared to wax poetic about it all because I want you to see what I see.” 

A laugh bubbles up in your chest. And when you decide to let it loose, it’s quite literally the most wonderful feeling in the world. You feel lighter than you have in days.

It’s enough to make you start crying all over again.   

“I love you, Andrew Barber.” You murmur, rising on your tiptoes to take his lips in a brief kiss. “And I know you had what I’m sure was one hell of a speech planned, and while I really hate to cut it short, I’m thinking I might wanna take you to bed now.”

“Oh?” His tone is rife with cautious optimism. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Giving in to impulse, you proceed to tickle his ears. He makes a show of batting your hands away as he playfully dodges your advances – much to your delight. Although he eventually puts an end to things by picking you up and holding you close.

“But can we maybe take it slow?” You ask as you snuggle into his chest, basking in the safety and security of his familiar scent. 

“Of course.” Andy murmurs as he spins on his heel and heads towards the direction of the stairs. “We have all night, my precious girl.”  

That was the moment you knew without a doubt. The moment you finally believed that everything he’d said, every word he’d spoken to you, had been nothing but the truth.  

And later that night, when you collapsed on the bed feeling completely sated with one another, you thanked your lucky stars that fate had led you into the arms of the one and only Andrew Barber.

END

For more about Andy and Reader's first time making love after welcoming their twins, be sure to check out the sequel, The Green Light: Afterglow.

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Honey Flower

Floriography – The Language of Flowers 

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 

Summary: You knew that getting involved with a married man wasn’t the smartest choice. But the love you held for Andy made all the pain worth it. Wasn't it? 

Word Count: 7k 

Warnings: Fluff, Angst, Smut (P in V, Fem receiving oral), Cheating (Not on reader), Swearing, Drinking, Marriage problems, Divorce, Age gap (Specific ages not mentioned), Mention of pregnancy. I think that is all but let me know if I missed anything. This is 18+ only. Minors DNI. 

(A/N: This is my entry for @starryevermore's Welcome to Angst City™ Writing Challenge. I honestly don’t know how good this I so any feedback is welcome. Please do not copy my work. Reblogs are welcome. 

Prompts: How Do You Say ‘Fuck You’ In Flowers? + Fifth Floor + Chris’ Pretty Boys: Andy Barber) 

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You have always loved flowers. Believing that there is more to them that then actual blossom. The Victorians used to use flowers as a way of communication. They would gift each other flowers to send a message. You studied floriography from a youthful age. Fascinated by how flowers could mean so much. They weren’t just for romance. The yellow hyacinth meant jealousy, the orange mock meant deceit and the trumpet flower meant separation.  

Flowers could also be given platonically, between mother and child or between friends. Pussy willow meant motherhood, moss meant maternal love and freesia meant trust or friendship. Working as a florist was magical to say the least. You watched as people tried to woo each other. You saw how people begged for forgiveness. Being able to make different arrangements for different circumstances was always a joy. Weddings, proposals, begging for forgiveness. There were also some not so great, arrangements for example funerals or when one person was dishonest with another.  

You grew up in England, living in the countryside, near the fields where wild flowers grew. Your favourites being daisies, which meant innocence or gentleness, asters which were a symbol of love and ivy which meant wedded love. Marriage. Something you had always wanted.  

When you were in your mid-twenties you moved to Massachusetts. Your Grandfather was sick and was requesting your presence. You barely knew him and only had met him a few times as a kid, but who were you to deny a dying man his final wishes. Turns out your Grandfather was fairly rich. Nothing dramatic but when he did eventually pass on he left you enough to start your own floristry shop in Newton.  

Your parents were going to stay in America too, to be closer to the family you grew up without. So, you decided to accept the money and open your shop ‘Floriography.’ You sold all kinds of flowers, each with the meaning provided. You hoped that when people came in that they would appreciate the knowing what the flowers meant. There was a small apartment above the shop where you could stay. Everything was going perfect in your life.  

*** 

‘Floriography’ was popular. Many people came in for their anniversaries and were so impressed that they often came back. Every bouquet you made was made with love. No two were the same. You wanted to make sure that each bouquet was personal and met the customer’s needs.  

About four months after you opened, a man walked in, and you were instantly intrigued. He was tall with dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard. He walked with confidence in an expensive suit but there was some sense of calmness around him. You instantly felt intimidated by him he obviously held some kind of power. He walked up to the desk where you were standing, working on a bouquet of pink roses (perfect happiness) for an anniversary and was patiently waiting for your attention. 

You smiled up at him and asked him to just wait a second as you put the final additions on the bouquet before you gave him your full attention.  

“How can I help you?” You smiled trying not to give away your nervousness. 

“I just came in to have a look, you see my wife has been stressed lately and I wanted to get her something to cheer her up.” His voice was silky and calm.  

“Well, I can make you a custom bouquet for her if you like.” I offered. I had seen this many times a husband coming in to cheer up their partner. 

“Would you mind?” He asked hopefully. “I noticed that you have the meanings of each flower written down so I assume you would know how I can express my appreciation of her?” 

I was more than happy to help him. It reminded me of why I enjoyed my job so much. 

“Of course, well I could use a wild pansy, which means ‘you occupy my thoughts”? Or calla lilies which means ‘magnificent beauty’?” 

He interrupted you. “She does like calla lilies, and they have a great meaning.” His accent coming through strongly compared to your British one. 

“Well, they would look lovely with a little holly, which means domestic happiness. And forgive me if I am overstepping here, but as you are in my shop purely to cheer her up I believe that holly would be appropriate.” 

He let out a small chuckle. “You are not overstepping and yes I would like to this we live in ‘domestic happiness.’ Well, you’re the expert so I will leave it to you.” 

“That’s great. So, I will have these ready for collection tomorrow if you would like to collect them? If not fill out this card and I can deliver them for you.” I smiled at him. 

“I’ll collect them after work tomorrow if that’s okay. I think coming straight from me will mean more to her. Anyway, thank you so much for your help I really appreciate this.” He grinned at me. “I’ll see you tomorrow…” he looked down at the name tag on my apron “…Y/N” 

“I’ll see you then.”  

He walked out of the shop and back down the street. I let out a breath that I didn’t know I was holding in. Occupying yourself with getting ready to prepare his bouquet. 

*** 

The next day at around 7:30pm, half an hour before you closed, the man came in to collect his bouquet. It was calla lilies separated and decorated with a little holly, so not to take the attention away from the centre. You wrapped a light pink ribbon around it and tucked your small business card in the ribbon.  

The look on the man’s face was everything you hoped for. Working in floristry helped you read people’s emotions. Whether they liked your flowers or wanted an adjustment, the hopefulness that their significant other would appreciate them and, the least used one, whether they would want to come back again. 

“These are beautiful!” The man complimented me. I smiled in return and offered them to him. He took them in his large hands, admiring them.  

“I hope your wife likes them.” You grinned. It filled you with joy to see someone happy with your creation.  

“I think she will, thank you so much. I might just come back.” He looked at you as he spoke. He had an authoritative voice which intimidated you slightly, but you remained professional.  

“I hope you do. Enjoy your evening…” You smiled at him, hinting that you was yet to find out his name. 

“Andy. Andy Barber.” He said softly. “Have a good night.”  

I watched as he walked out of my shop again. You were intrigued and intimidated by him. He was obviously caring if not he wouldn’t have bought flowers for his wife. He also spoke to you in a gentle voice, he was appreciative of you despite your short encounters. However, you could tell he could be firm when he wanted to be.  

*** 

Andy came in often after buying his first bunch of flowers. Sometimes he used red chrysanthemums which meant ‘I love you’ or multicoloured roses which meant ‘you’re everything to me.’ Few times he had used tulips which symbolise love and passion. 

A few months later Andy came back but this time he had someone with him. It was Mother’s day coming up and Andy had brought his son Jacob in to buy some flowers for his mother. Your heart fluttered at the gesture. Even though you see this all the time, there was something about Andy bringing his son in. You now knew that Andy was the Assistant District Attorney. As you were from England, you weren’t entirely sure on the ins and outs of his job, however, you knew he was a lawyer and an important one at that. 

There was something about seeing Andy so domesticated that you liked. You had to admit to yourself that you were in fact attracted to this kind man. Despite your attraction you respected the laws of marriage too much to allow it to go any further than a crush.  

As soon as you looked up, your eyes met Andy’s. You smiled gently and moved round the counter to greet them. You noticed Jacob looking around at different flowers before turning to you. 

“Do you know the meaning to all flowers?” He asked, obviously noticing the labels you had set out. 

“Well, most of them I do. What are you looking for?” You asked him gently. He just looked around again not answering you. Andy spoke up instead. 

“Something for Laurie for Mother’s day” 

You nodded and had a think. Andy had bought bunches of flowers from you for months. You looked around as you did and started to imagine the different flowers as bunches. 

“How about some carnations. They mean love, platonic or romantic. They are often used for Mother’s day?” You suggested. You looked at Jacob who didn’t have a clue at what you was going on about. “Or just roses again they mean love and can often being used as gifts to Mums.” 

Andy looked at Jacob who shrugged his shoulders. “I’ll let you think about it. It’s an important decision to make.” You smiled at them and went back behind the counter working on a different bouquet. After a minute Jacob came up to me looking nervous. 

“Um.. can I have a bouquet of carnations please?” He asked.  

“Sure” You smiled back. “I’ll have them ready by tomorrow morning” 

“Thank you.” Andy came forward to pay before thanking me and him and Jacob went to exit. 

*** 

Two months after Mother’s day, you had just closed the shop and went upstairs for the evening. After a meal you sat on your sofa with a glass of wine. There was a movie on, but you couldn’t think of what the title was, you weren’t really paying attention to it as you were dozing off.  

When you woke up again it was to your phone going off. However, it was not your personal phone, but your work phone. Usually, you would turn it off after work, but you had been so tired that it slipped your mind. Getting up you go to look at the phone. It comes up as a random number, which isn’t surprising since it is the one on your business card. 

“Hello?” You ask, trying to be polite but looking at the clock you realise that it is gone one in the morning.  

“Y/N? It’s Andy.” You could tell he was drunk. His words were slurred, and he sounded upset. 

“Andy? Do you know what time it is?” 

“I know and I am sorry, but I don’t know what else to do.” he sounded vulnerable. 

“What’s happened Andy?” You barely knew the guy and he is calling you at stupid-o’clock in the morning. 

“It’s… Laurie has been cheating on me. For months now. Apparently, it’s my fault.” He choked out. 

“I’m really sorry to hear that Andy.” You tried to be sympathetic towards him, but you were still confused as to why he was calling you. 

“Y/N I know I am drunk, and I know you won’t believe me, but I am actually relieved. I am relieved because I think… I think that I am falling in love with you.” 

“Andy, you’re right, you’re drunk, and I don’t believe you. You need to get some rest. Do you have somewhere to stay?” You don’t know why you are worried about him; you hardly know him; and he just drunk called you to confess his love for you after his wife cheated on him. 

“No, but I am outside your flower store.” You ran over to the window and saw him standing outside of the phone to you. 

“Hang on, I’ll get some shoes on.” Staying on the phone to him, you got on some shoes and ran down to let him in. 

“Andy why are you here?” You asked. He started sobbing. You could smell the alcohol on him. 

“Why wasn’t I good enough? Why did she have to cheat on me?” He wrapped his arms around you as he cried uncontrollably. 

“I don’t know Andy, come on let’s get you inside.” You lead him up the stairs to the flat above. 

“I know I am drunk, but I mean it. I really like you Y/N, but I never wanted to do anything to jeopardize my marriage. I suppose now it does not matter anymore. I have nothing else to lose.” He confessed.  

When Andy walked into your shop for the first time you were unbelievably attracted to him but the minute, he mentioned his wife you backed off. Not allowing yourself the pleasure of letting your crush grow. However, now here he was, Andy Barber, standing in your living room after admitting he liked you.  

“Andy…” You sighed, “You’re drunk and hurt, and well within your rights to be both right now. So, I am not going to take your words to heart right now. Instead, I am going to get you a glass of water and some painkillers for the morning alright?” He nodded in response. 

You moved round you kitchen getting what you needed from there before heading to the airing cupboard to grab some extra pillows and blankets.  

“Okay,” You started as you went back into the living room, to see Andy sitting on the sofa head in his hands before you busied myself with sorting everything out. “I got you what you might need. My room is the one on the right if you need anything.” You looked towards him when I didn’t get a response. “Andy are you gonna be okay?” You asked. 

“I’m sorry Y/N, I shouldn’t have come here.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I shouldn’t be here at this time, we’re not friends, you hardly know me, I show up at one thirty in the morning, confess that my wife cheated on me, confess my love for you and you are still being nice to me. Most people would have told me to fuck off by now.” 

“Okay, first of all I am glad you came here, rather than wandering the streets drunk off your arse in the middle of the night. Secondly, we might not be close friends, but we have met enough times for me to care what happens to you. Third of all, I don’t know if your love confession is because you are drunk or not but if you remember it by the morning we can talk about it. Lucky for you I am one of the few people that wouldn’t have told you to fuck off.” You smiled at him. He nodded in return before settling down on the couch. 

“Night Andy.” You turned the light off as you walked away, hearing a small ‘night’ in return. 

*** 

When you woke up in the morning you remembered that you had Andy Barber sleeping on your couch. Quickly getting up and ready for the day, you made your way to the living room where you saw him pacing the floor. All the blankets were folded neatly and put at the end of the sofa. Andy hadn’t noticed you come in yet and he was still pacing. 

“Andy?” You asked quietly, so that you didn’t startle him. It didn’t work very well as he jumped slightly as the sound of your voice. 

“Y/N. Hi” he breathed. He was clearly nervous, and you couldn’t work out if it were because he had no recollection of last night and he basically woke up in a strangers house, or if it was because he remembered enough from last night and was dreading the inevitable conversation. 

“I wanted to apologize.” Andy said. “I came he unannounced and uninvited at a ridiculous hour and I am sorry for that.” 

“You don’t have to be sorry Andy; you were in a right state last night and I am glad you came here instead of doing something you would of regretted.” I empathised with him. 

“It’s just, I didn’t know what else to do… you don’t want to hear about my problems.” He sat down from pacing, and you sat down next to him. 

“You can tell me Andy.” 

“I don’t have any family apart from Laurie and Jacob. When I found another man’s shirt under the bed along with her smelling of another man’s cologne, I had no one else to turn to. All my friends are Laurie’s, and I don’t want to have to put them in that position.” 

“I get that Andy. And I don’t blame you for not wanting to put your friends in between you two.” You took a second as you braced yourself for what you were going to ask next. “Do you remember what you told me last night?” You couldn’t look at him. 

“Yes.” 

“Did you mean it?” 

“Yes.” 

You looked up at him to find that his bright blue eyes were looking into you Y/E/C’s. 

“Now that I am sober I am going to tell you again. You are not going to avoid the question I ask this time.” He whispered. You could feel his breath on your face, it still smelt slightly like alcohol, but you could tell he was no longer drunk. 

“Y/N. I really like you. Do you have any feelings for me?”  

You nodded your head. 

“Words princess.” 

The nickname sent a shiver down your spine. 

“Yes. I do.” 

“I’m gonna kiss you now. If you don’t want me to, all you have to tell me is to stop.” He looked directly into your eyes as he leant forward even closer to you than he already was. 

You didn’t say anything as he brushed his lips against yours. He pulled away slightly evaluating your reaction before coming towards you again kissing you with much more force. 

He ran his tongue across your bottom lip, silently asking for entrance. You allowed him to slip his tongue into your mouth before yours started to dance with it. You wrapped your arms around his neck to bring him closer. His hands went to your hips and pulled you to sit on his lap. You kissed for what seemed like hours before you pulled apart. Both of you realising that oxygen was necessary. 

“God I have wanted to do that since the day I met you.” He confessed. He looked at you with vulnerability. 

“So have I Andy.” You had barely finished your sentences before his lips were on yours again. Kissing you with even more passion than before, he slid his hands under your thighs and lifted you up. He continued kissing you as he made his way to your bedroom.  

Once he entered, he laid you down on the bed, hovering over you as your mouths stayed connected. After a minute or two, Andy moved his lips down your neck, sucking on the sweet spot just below your ear, making you moan his name. 

“This doesn’t have to go any further than this sweetheart.” Andy reassured.  

“I want you Andy.” You whispered pulling Andy closer. You knew this was wrong, he was still married and had only caught his wife the night before, you didn’t even know if they were officially separated. Although, with Andy sucking on the skin of your neck, you couldn’t think clearly. Moving his lips down, you started moaning holding him by his hair. He sat up and pulled you up with him, he took his shirt of before lifting yours off as well.  

You weren’t wearing a bra, so your top half was completely exposed to him. You automatically moved your hands around your breasts, suddenly feeling self-conscious. However, he at once moved your hands and whispered a quiet “You’re beautiful” before laying you back down to remove your sleep shorts. You were now in your underwear, whilst Andy still had is trousers on. You moved your hands down and tugged at his trousers hinting at him to take them off. 

He understood what you wanted and wasted no time in taking them off. He hovered back over you, kissing up your legs on his way back up. Andy pressed a kiss to your clothed heat. Your breath shuddered as he did this and you lifted your head to see him smirking before repeating the action. 

Andy hooked his fingers in your panties before slowing removing them too. He moved back up and positioned his face back in front of your mound. “You ready Flower?” You let out a shaky breath at the nickname but answered with a small ‘yes’. That’s all Andy needed before he started eating you out like a starved man. Immediately you started moaning his name repeatedly. It didn’t take long for you to finish. The slight beard burn and Andy’s hands slowing rubbing you thighs is what sent you over the edge. You practically screamed Andy’s name as he carried on through you high.  

When you came down again you lifted your head back up and looked him in the eye as he crawled back up towards you. He kissed you hard again, teeth clashing and a mix of your release and saliva evidently present as you are desperate to be close to each other. You don’t even notice as he shimmies his boxers down his legs. You suddenly feel his hard length against your leg which causes your breathe to hitch for what seems like the hundredth time. Your lips parts but stay close together as you look into each other’s eyes.  

You feel him adjusting his cock and then slowly pushing into you. Your lips collide again, the kisses becoming sloppy as Andy waited a few minutes for you to get used to him. Eventually he moved. Slowly, moving in and out. 

“Harder, Andy please…” Your whispered breathlessly before moaning loudly. You hear him grunt as he picks up the pace. He moves his hands to cup your face and you wrap your legs around his waist. Loud moans of each other’s names and the banging of the headboard against the wall is all that can be heard in the room. Andy gets quicker and moves one of his hands down to your clit and starts rubbing it. 

“Cum for me Flower.” The name along with the hoarse sound of his voice sends you over the edge. Screaming his name repeatedly. Eventually, you come down from your second high of the morning he pulled out and released on your stomach shouting your name. Andy rolls off of you and lays next to you. He links his hand in yours as he looks over at you. Feeling his eyes on you, you turn your head. 

“That was…” He started. 

“Amazing? Yeah it was. But your married.” You sighed and looked away. Andy rolled on to his side and brought his hand to your cheek, gently tilting your head to face him. 

“Yes I am. I won’t be for much longer. You have nothing to feel bad about.” 

“You’re not going to try and work things out with Laurie?” You asked shocked. 

“I don’t think so no. It wasn’t a one-night thing for her. She had been cheating on me for months. I thought she was stressed with work, instead she was sleeping with someone else. For months I was buying her flowers, helping her out more, picking Jacob up from school, all to help her relax. In return she was using my kindness to hurt me. If she had a one-night stand then maybe, we could work something out. But now? No.” He confessed. 

“What about just now? Was that a one-time thing?” You asked. “I don’t want to be someone you used to get revenge on your wife.” You suddenly felt insecure. You couldn’t help the thoughts of being used. 

“I need you to hear me Y/N. I don’t want you to think I this was a one-time thing. Unless you don’t want this, then I’ll leave. I need you to know that I want you. Walking into your store was one of the best things that has happened to me recently.” 

You started tearing up slightly. “Of course, I want you Andy. I just don’t want to be a rebound or a revenge plan.” 

“I can assure you Flower that you are not a rebound or a revenge plan.” He smiled, thumb tracing over your lip. You gently kissed his thumb before leaning up and brushing your lips against his. 

*** 

For months, you kept your affair under wraps. Despite Andy’s constant promises that he was going to divorce Laurie, nothing ever happened. He kept telling you that he wanted to divorce her strategically, that he didn’t love her anymore and that he was just waiting for the right moment. 

However, it seemed like the ‘right moment’ never came.  

Apart from your secret rendezvous, you barely saw Andy. Every so often you would run into each other at the grocery store or outside the shop. But nothing more than a glance was ever exchanged.  

One day, you were finishing up in the shop and about to close when you heard the bell ring above the door. Turning around you spot Andy, although, before you are able to greet him you see a slightly shorter brunette woman standing next to him with her arm linked around his. Despite never meeting Laurie before you knew that she must be her. 

To make matters worse, she seemed really kind, and it took you a minute to stop feeling guilt for sleeping with her husband, reminding yourself that she cheated first. 

“Mr Barber, I was just about to close. What can I do for you.” You asked Andy. However, before he could respond Laurie jumped in. 

“Well, our anniversary is coming up and I just loved the arrangements you made for us before and had to come for myself.” Laurie said in a cheerful tone. You glanced one more time at Andy and noticed that compared to his wife, he looked utterly miserable. 

“Alright, so what kind of flowers were you thinking?” You asked her. Swallowing down the lump that had formed in your throat. 

“I think I’ll look around first. I noticed you have the meaning of each flower which is such a unique idea.” You nodded informing the seemingly happy couple that you had a few things to sort out in the back and that you would be with them in a minute. 

A you went through to the back room you couldn’t stop the tears flowing. You know that you had no right to be upset. You, after all, were the other woman. However, everything that Andy had told you over these last months, seemed to be empty words. Why else would he have brought his wife into your shop. 

You composed yourself and wiped your tears away. Checking yourself in a small mirror that you had hung on the wall. Luckily, the slight redness in your eyes could be explained away with tiredness. Going back out into the shop you saw the concerned look Andy you, but you chose to ignore it. Laurie had finished browsing and was waiting patiently by the counter.  

“So, I know it is a different idea but how do you think pink roses and lavender would go together?” Laurie asked you. You tried to envision it and if you were being honest, it would look amazing. It didn’t help that the meaning of the flowers were perfect happiness, for pink roses and loyalty and devotion for lavender.  

The whole bouquet would be a lie. But who were you to judge. So, you quietly agreed to make the arrangement for them and told them to come back the next day. You could tell that Andy had something to say but couldn’t say in in front of his wife, so they left the shop and left you to cry in peace. 

*** 

The next day, it was just Andy who picked up the flowers. You had decided overnight that you were going to end you affair with him. It hurt you to do so, but you knew it was the right thing to do. Never did you think you would be someone to get in between two people’s marriage. Thinking back now, you should’ve known he wouldn’t leave Laurie. They had a son together.  

As Andy walked into the shop he looked around first to make the place was empty, which it was, before walking over to you. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to you lips. As much as you wanted to push him away, you knew this could be the last kiss you shared with him. You wanted to be selfish. 

After what felt like hours he finally pulled away and cupped your face. 

“What’s wrong Honey Flower?” He asked you. He adopted the nickname for you one day after you told him it meant secret love. 

“We shouldn’t be doing this Andy.” You confessed.  

“Doing what?”  

“Doing this Andy. Being together.” you gestured between the two of you. “You’re married.” 

“I’m waiting for the right time Y/N.” 

“That’s what you always say. But just yesterday, I had to make an arrangement of flowers for your wife which means loyalty, devotion and perfect happiness. So, either the right moment hasn’t come yet, and you are continuing to lie to her, or you’re lying to me and actually trying to fix your marriage.” 

“Y/N I wouldn’t lie to you. Jacob told her about this place, and I had to bring her. I don’t want Jacob to get involved in all this.” 

“He’s going to get involved in it all Andy. His parents are both cheating on one another.”  

“Can’t you just trust me to pick the right time?” 

“I have been waiting months Andy. The longer I wait, the more I realise that actually, if you and Laurie don’t work out, it’s going to me my fault. I hate to be the one to say this Andy, but you can’t have both of us anymore. It nearly killed me watching her in here with you yesterday. As much as I love you, I have to protect myself too.” You took a deep breath and looked directly into his eyes. “I don’t expect you to choose me over your wife, your family. But if you do choose her please stay away from here.” 

“Y/N. I don’t want to lose you. I can’t lose you. Please.” Andy had tears streaming down his face. 

“Then divorce Laurie. This is all I have ever asked of you Andy. All I want is to have you without being the other woman. I love you so please. Please just choose.” You were choking on your own tears. 

“I don’t, I can’t… I” He stuttered. You nodded your head. He had been mummering empty promises to you along with the sweet nothings for months. He had long enough to make his decision. 

“Please leave. I’ll have the flowers delivered. Free of charge. Just please go.” You pleaded with him. 

“Honey Flower.” You shook your head. ���Y/N don’t leave me.” You nearly broke at that. You wanted nothing more than to wrap your arms around him. But you knew you had to stand your ground. 

“You need to go.” You told him before turning round and walking into the back. You didn’t come out again until you heard the bell above the door ring and then the deafening silence. 

*** 

It had been four months since you broke it off with Andy. And it shattered your heart. You had had a few partners overtime and obviously you had separated from all of them, but none of them caused a pain like the one you were feeling now. 

You tried to carry on and take one day at a time. You would open the florist, go grocery shopping, meet up with  your parents every week. It helped that they didn’t know you were dating Andy, so you could blame you low mood on tiredness. Night times were reserved for crying. Hours upon hours of sobbing until you couldn’t anymore. 

Your mind was constantly on Andy. Did he mend his marriage? Did he think about you? Did he forget about you? What was he doing? Would he be happy to see you if you went back to him?  

You decided that all these questions didn’t matter anymore. He wasn’t yours; he never was. In fact, he probably was never going to be even if you didn’t end it. 

You were shopping for a new dress. You decided that in order to get over Andy, you needed to pick yourself up and start going out more. You were going to a bar with one of your friends, not that you had many in Newton. They decided that it had been too long since you went out. They didn’t know about you and Andy, however, you told them that you were seeing someone, and it didn’t work out. You told them that they wouldn’t know him and as heart breaking as it was, you weren’t at the stage where you would meet the family when you called it quits. 

You knew telling them parts of the truth, rather than lying was better for you mental health. At that precise moment, you need all the support you could get.  

So, there you were, shopping for a dress suitable for a night out when for the first time in a month, you caught a glimpse of the man that still owned your heart. To start with you forgot how to breath. Until, however, your cruel mind worked you started to feel a bit better. He looked terrible. A sick part of you hoped that it was because he was missing you. That he still needed you in his life. But the rational part of your brain knew that it could also be a case on which he was working. That his misery had nothing to do with you and that he had worked things out with Laurie and decided not to split his family up. 

You quickly turned your head and carried on. You could feel his eyes on you, and it took everything in you not to go to him. Soon enough, you felt his presence leave and you moved on still looking for a dress. You were glad your friend was taking you out for a drink because damn if you needed it now more than ever. 

*** 

That night you were sitting at the bar, talking with your friend about the shop and what else was going on in both of your lives. They were just discussing their job as an assistant to some lawyer. You were only half listening whilst chewing on the straw that came with your drink.  

You look up for a second and you see him again. It was honestly typical. You hadn’t seen him in four weeks and suddenly you see him twice in one day. It doesn’t take long for him to see you, but he never comes over. He just orders a beer and has a quiet drink.  

Eventually, you friend nips to the toilet and Andy sees this as the perfect opportunity to talk to you. He doesn’t talk for a minute, so you turned you attention back to your drink. 

“I got a divorce.” His hoarse voice makes you jump. It reminds you of the past-sex haze the two of you shared. He would talk in the same voice. You just looked at him for a second before looking down again. 

“I am so sorry I hurt you. I should have gotten one sooner.” He confessed. 

“You did what you had to do.” You muttered. 

“Look Y/N. I’m gonna be honest with you, I wasn’t ready for a divorce when we were together. And I am so sorry I lied to you about it. I miss you Honey Flower.”  

Your heart fluttered at the nickname. “I miss you too Andy.” You chuckled a little before looking at him. He had moved even closer to you. 

“Is there any chance of you wanting to give us a go? Properly this time. No more hiding, no more keeping secrets. You and me going on dates and having a real relationship.” Andy asked a glimmer of hope in his eyes. Before you has the chance to answer you friend came back. 

“Sorry I took so long, but the person in there before me really… oh hey Andy. What are you doing here?” They asked him.  

“Hi. I was just asking your friend out on a date. Just waiting to see if she’ll accept.” The double meaning didn’t escape your notice.  

“Yeah I think we could do that.” You answered. Your eyes never leaving his. 

“Well, I’ll leave you two to it then.” Your friend grinned before leaving you and Andy alone. The minute they were gone Andy reached out and grabbed your hand.  

“Shall we?” he asked. You nodded and he tugged you up before leaning into your ear. “We have a lot to catch up on.” He whispered seductively before dragging you out of the bar.  

*** 

A year and a half later the two of you were engaged to be married. Everyone knew about the two of you and Jacob had officially met you as his Dad’s girlfriend-now-fiancé. You were delighted when he accepted you seeing as you were so nervous, and he even told you that he had never seen his Dad happier. 

One morning about two months after you and Andy moved in together, you were sitting hunched up over the toilet. Andy had heard you get up and then heard you retching. He rushed to your side and moved you hair out of the way whilst rubbing your back. You counted back and realised that you missed your last two periods. Without a word to Andy, you stood up and went back to the bedroom. 

Finding your phone, you opened your app which confirmed that you had missed you period. Twice. Andy came through behind you with a shocked and confused look on his face. 

“What’s wrong Flower?” You could hear the worry in his voice. You didn’t say anything but turned your phone around. “I’ll be back soon.” Was all he said before pulling on some trousers and walking out. Leaving you confused and slightly hurt. 

True to his word, he came back twenty minutes later with five pregnancy tests. He had also stopped off downstairs and grabbed a glass of water for you. Grabbing the tests, you went to the bathroom and took them. You then joined Andy back in the bedroom and set a timer. You just sat in Andy’s arms whilst you waited. 

When it was time, you walked back to the bathroom and checked the tests. 

 All of which were positive. You and Andy were having a baby.  

You showed him the tests and he scooped you up in his arms. Once he put you down you pushed him on the bed, climbing on top of him you grinned.  

“I think this calls for a celebration. Don’t you think?” You asked him flirtatiously.  

“Definitely.” He whispered before pulling you down. He captured your lips in his as he gently started to caress your body. He moved his hands to your thighs then up to your arse. As he began to massage it you quietly moaned into his mouth causing him to smirk. Before you knew it he had flipped you both around and removed your sleep shorts and underwear. You then reached to his bottoms wanting to take them off, but Andy moved down. 

He started toying with your clit and landed soft kisses on the tops of your thighs. Slowly moving his way up, he replaces the tip of his fingers with his tongue. As much as you love him eating you out, you needed more in that moment. Quickly, you tugged Andy up by his hair and attacked his mouth with yours, tasting yourself on his tongue.  

“Eager I see?” Andy comments when you break to take a breath.  

“Oh, hush you.” You reached down and grabbed his already rock-hard length. Moving your hand up and down your position him at your entrance. He quickly takes the hint and pushes in. No matter how many times you two partook in this activity, it always felt like the first time. The burn of the stretch and the overwhelming feeling of fullness that you felt.  

The feeling only Andy can provide you with.  

You wrapped your hands around him, dragging your fingernails down his back. Making sure to leave marks. You slowly started thrusting your hips to meet his slow pace. You knew this was not fucking. This was making love. He was showing you how much he loved you. 

“Can you believe it. Our child is inside of you. Do you have any idea what that does to me.” Andy panted as he sped his thrusts up even more. 

“Fuuuckkk.” You moaned in response. ‘I love you’s and ‘you feel so good’s were shared between you as Andy carried on. You felt your climax bubbling in your stomach, but you tried to hold it. Never wanting the moment to end. 

“I know your close Flower, cum for me.” Andy whispered in your ear. 

“Not without you.” You managed to say back before a loud moan interrupted you. 

“I’m with you sweetheart. Come on cum with me. That’s it.” Andy moved his hand down he rubbed your clit at the perfect pace. Just enough to get you over the edge. Gripping onto him, you felt the comforting feeling of his natural paint decorating your insides. You both moaned in unison before Andy collapsed to the side of you, conscious of the little bean now growing inside of you. You turned to face him, caressing his beard as you both caught your breath. His piercing blue eyes looking into yours. You both fell asleep that night, excited for your lives together, lives started by your little flower shop. 

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Beyond These Walls in Front of Me

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Andy brings you into a new part of your home. Part of the Trapped AU.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, training, references to punishment, isolation - Just trust me when I say that this is dark. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: And here is the winner of the poll I posted last week, asking you all to help me choose the next part of this AU to work on. Of all the options, this was the one that was least fleshed out in my head, but I really like how it turned out! A quick reminder that this is an out-of-order AU, so this one is obviously after reader's first day but before Christmas.

Big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who always tolerates me sending countless screenshots and answered my endless questions of "Is this too much? Not enough? Does it make sense??"

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You woke up at the buzz of your wristband. Andy’s arm was slung over your side as he snuffled into your neck in his sleep. You took a moment just to breathe, to gather your strength for the day. You could afford that time, you hoped. You didn’t think it’d put you behind schedule. Then, you got up, exceedingly careful not to disturb the man who shared your bed. You had learned your lesson, there. It was time to start your morning routine.

You took a shower, and using all the products he liked, cleaned yourself thoroughly. Once you were done and dried off, you applied moisturizer to your entire body. You’d given yourself a manicure and pedicure yesterday, so your hands and feet shouldn’t need attention, but you still double-checked to make sure the polish hadn’t chipped. Then it was time for hair and makeup.

Andy liked the sort of ‘low-maintenance, natural’ look that actually took forty-five minutes so you didn’t have time to waste. You got out all your toners, primers, serums, powders, gels, stains, etc. Thank god for the wide counter and twin sinks because you needed all that room to make yourself perfect for him. You avoided looking yourself in the eye in the mirror as much as you could. You already knew what you would find there. Emptiness. You didn’t need to see it again.

Once your makeup was done and your hair was in one of his approved styles, you tiptoed into the walk-in closet that he’d left unlocked and put on the outfit he’d picked out for you last night. It was a dress. Of course, it was. It always was. You hadn’t worn pants in… well, you weren’t sure how long. Time was slippery these days.

You stepped back into the bedroom to find Andy just starting to stir. You closed your eyes for just a moment, bracing yourself, then went to his side of the bed. With a gentle hand, you brushed his hair back from his face, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, sir,” you cooed. Your hand traveled down from the top of his head to cup his cheek, just how he liked, and he nuzzled into it as he hummed sleepily. He didn’t open his eyes though, so you slowly pulled back your hand and made your way to the bedroom door.

You held your wristband up to the sensor and the door unlocked. You knew that if you looked back, you’d see Andy’s phone on his nightstand, lit up with the alert. So you didn’t look back.

As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t help the way you sort of held your breath as you walked past the punishment room as quickly as you could. Andy had taken to leaving its door open lately, in case you needed the reminder. You kept your eyes forward and didn’t look inside.

Once you got to the kitchen, you immediately started preparing breakfast. Andy had mentioned last night that he was in the mood for pancakes, so you got out the ingredients, along with eggs and bacon, and got to work. Breakfast was the most stressful meal to make because the timing was so delicate. Take too long and it wouldn’t be ready when he came out, which would displease him. But make things too quickly and they would just sit and get cold, which you had learned quickly also made him angry. So you kept an ear open to the bedroom and hoped for the best. 

It lined up well today because just as you were stacking the last pancake on the serving plate, Andy came out and wrapped himself around your back at the stove. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, so it must be Saturday. That meant you’d gotten to sleep in a little this morning. How nice.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he rumbled, in between peppering kisses down your neck.

You didn’t shrug him off. “Good morning, Sir,” you said. “Breakfast is ready.”

He made a hungry little moan into your neck. “Everything smells so fucking good. Including you.” He finally let you go, picked up the cup of coffee you had ready for him, and took his seat at the table.

When you brought the food over to him, he tilted his head up in expectation. Without grimacing, you lowered your head and kissed him. He took control, as always, with a hand on the back of your head. The most important thing was not resisting him. You’d learned that the hard way.

Once he released you, you started to move away so you could make your own breakfast (oatmeal and fresh fruit like usual), when he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Hold on,” he said. “There’s something we need to talk about.” 

Your stomach dropped. No. What had you done wrong?? You’d been trying so hard to be good! You were good. You were. 

You nervously glanced at him to find him looking at you curiously. He held your gaze for a moment, then commanded, “Kneel.” 

You froze, for just a second. This was new. You weren’t sure where it was going. Maybe he wanted you to keep his cock warm while he ate. You could do that. You could. You could do a lot of things if it kept you out of the punishment room.

You dropped to your knees at his feet, looking up at him through your lashes and a wide smile bloomed on his face. He gently cupped your cheek with his hand and cooed, “Such a good girl.” Then he straightened his hand and tapped your cheek twice with his fingers. “Get up, sweetheart.”

You stood up, visibly confused, and let him guide you onto his lap. He just held you there for a bit, just stroking his hand up and down your arm. When he finally spoke, he said, “You’ve been so good lately. So obedient. I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been trying. How much you’ve improved.”

You didn’t need any prompting to say, “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. That’s why I think you’re ready.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ready for what, sir?”

The smile he gave you was gentle, proud. “To move upstairs with me.”

“Upstairs?” you gasped. You didn’t know how to react to that. Upstairs had always been a far-off future thing. Just do what he says so you can get upstairs had always been the mantra, but now that the time had come, what did it mean? What should you do?

“Yes, sweetheart,” he said. “Upstairs. We finally get to start our lives together.”

“I–” you started and stopped, suddenly overcome by fear. You didn’t know what was upstairs. You only knew the basement, only knew what to expect in the basement. “What do I need to do, sir?” you finally asked.

“Right now,” he said, his tone full of amusement, “why don’t you get me another cup of coffee? Then you can make yourself breakfast and when you’re done eating, clean up the kitchen. I’ll take a shower after breakfast, that should give you some time. Then I’ll bring you upstairs.”

You hated the relief you felt at knowing what to do. “Yes sir,” you said as you scrambled off his lap and headed straight to the coffee maker. Andy watched you with a satisfied grin on his face.

You turned around halfway up the stairs, Andy right behind you. “You’re sure this is ok, sir?” What if this was a trick or a test? What if he changed his mind when you got to the top and you’d be punished?

He just raised an eyebrow. “Are you second-guessing me, sweetheart?” His tone was still light, but you knew you’d messed up.

You shook your head frantically. “No! No, sir. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He brushed his fingertips down your cheek. “I know you will, sweetheart. Now, turn around and keep going.”

You did as he said and finished climbing the stairs. When you got to the top, you tried the door but it wouldn’t budge. You held your wristband up to the sensor but nothing happened. Oh god. As you started to turn around to ask him what to do, he crowded into you, pressing you into the door, covering you with his body so you couldn’t see what he was doing. But you heard the beeps of a keypad.

And then his arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you as he opened the door and he was nudging you onto the main floor.

The first thing you noticed was how bright it was. There were windows! Sunlight was streaming in. As soon as Andy let go of you, you ran to the nearest window and turned your face up into the light. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but you swore you could feel the sun’s warmth through the glass. You hadn’t seen daylight in… you had no idea. You hadn’t been able to keep track of time down there, but months. It must have been months. Tears started to gather in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. He only liked it when you cried during sex or punishments, otherwise you were being manipulative. You couldn’t do anything that would rob you of this sunlight.

“Sweetheart,” he called from behind you. When you didn’t register that, he called your name, a hint of sternness sneaking into his tone. That got your attention and you looked over your shoulder. “Come here,” he said.

You pulled yourself from the window and went to stand in front of him. He put his hand on your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now,” he said seriously, “being upstairs comes with a lot of privileges, but it doesn’t mean you can forget all your rules, ok? Or that you’re done training. I expect you to be just as good up here as you were down there. And if we have to go back downstairs, for whatever reason, I need you to know that it will be much worse for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, big and genuine and you thought briefly of how that smile would make you melt on anyone else. “You can call me Andy now, sweetheart. That’s one of the privileges I was talking about.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, the honorific so engrained in you it just tumbled out. “I mean, Andy,” you corrected yourself hurriedly, committing the new rule to memory. “Thank you, Andy.”

He cupped your cheek. “You're welcome sweetheart,” he cooed. “I am gonna miss the way you say ‘sir,’ though,” he added with a lascivious glint in his eye. 

You stood as still as you could as he ran his thumb under your eye, collecting the tears that had gathered there. He looked you dead in the eye, and you couldn’t help but lower your eyes in response. “Come on,” he said, with a grin in his voice. “Let me give you a tour of the house.”

He took you into the kitchen first, of course, and immediately started extolling all its virtues, but you couldn’t hear him. And you could only see one thing. On the stove, in the middle of all the controls, was a digital clock. It read 10:37. It was the morning because of the light streaming through the windows. (There were even more in this room. There were windows everywhere.) And it was Saturday because Andy was home today and he hadn’t been home yesterday. It was 10:37 on a Saturday morning. Holy shit. Downstairs, you hadn’t had any indication of time passing other than the buzz of your wristband letting you know it was time to get up, or start a chore, or make a meal. But now, it was 10:37. And the next time you looked at it, you would know exactly how much time had passed since now. Time would mean something. You wouldn’t be adrift anymore.

You were crying. You couldn’t help it. Andy turned back to you, one hand still on one of the two stacked ovens that were built into the cabinetry as the other moved to his hip. “What’s wrong?” he asked harshly.

You shook your head urgently. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Tell me the truth, sweetheart,” he said, with that tone that said you were on your way to the quiet room, at the very least.

Your eyes darted around the kitchen frantically, trying to find an answer that would appease him. “No, it’s nothing. I’m alright. I just– It’s so much. I’m– I’m overwhelmed. I feel so much.” It was much more honest than you usually were with him, not counting the early days when you would scream what you really thought of him before you understood the consequences. But you didn’t know what else to say.

He took a few steps, closing the space between you and it took every muscle in your body to make yourself stand your ground, not flinch away. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Oh, honey,” he said, his tone so much gentler than before. “I know. I’m so happy to have you up here, too. This is going to be so good for us.” He just stood and held you, running a soft hand up and down your back. After a few moments, he asked, “Ready to see the rest of the house?”

You knew the correct answer, so you ducked your head and said, “Yes, Andy,” as he released you. He grabbed your hand tightly and quickly tugged you into the next room.

You absently took in the large sectional, the big TV on one of the walls, more windows, but mostly you were struck by how much bigger the living room was than its basement counterpart. You’d assumed, foolishly, apparently, that the square footage of where you’d been living roughly matched the main floor above it, but as you looked around you were sure that this floor at least doubled where you’d spent the last who knows how long. You couldn’t help the shiver that traveled through you as you wondered what else was down there. 

There was a dining room and another sitting room next but you weren’t taking anything in, couldn’t describe anything about this house if pressed other than typical upscale suburban fare. It fit him. You had the sudden, chilling, thought that maybe it would fit you too someday. Soon. If you continued to become who he wanted you to be. Because you already were. As much as you’d tried to stay yourself, especially at the beginning, you felt all the ways he’d ground you down, all the ways you’d changed. You remembered how easily you’d slipped down to your knees just an hour or so before. Just because he’d told you to. You wanted to cry again, but you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t like that. And wasn’t that just all there was?

As you came upon the stairs leading to the next floor, you stopped dead in your tracks without thinking, your hand falling out of Andy’s now lax grip. The front door. It was just… right there. For anyone to use. Anyone to enter. Or exit. A thousand thoughts flew through your mind all at once. You could just run. Right now. Maybe with the element of surprise, you’d get a head start. There were hooks on the wall, and on one of them hung a set of keys, what looked like car keys with a few others. Grab them and run and maybe you could do it! But where would you go? You didn’t know this neighborhood, this town. You didn’t have anyone you could go to for help. You didn’t have any form of ID. Last you knew, Andy had all of your papers and cards locked up in his safe. And those were all the new ones he’d gotten for you. Your original identity, your real one had been destroyed. You knew. He’d made you watch him do it. 

As you argued with yourself, on the verge of saying fuck it and making a run for it despite all the reasons not to, you noticed a small black sensor to the right of the doorknob, identical to the ones downstairs. The ones that your wristband would unlock only if it was an authorized time. The ones Andy controlled on his phone. 

You looked up to find him already on the first stair, his gaze locked on you. Your indecision couldn’t have lasted that long. Just a few seconds, if that. But, as he stared at you, you felt like he could see every thought you’d ever had. You wanted to shrink back, maybe run down the stairs to the basement before he threw you there himself, crawl into the punishment room, and beg for mercy. 

But before you could do anything, he held out his hand. “Ready to see the bedrooms?” he asked. His face was completely blank, his tone betraying nothing. 

You tried to do the same, to not shake or look or sound guilty as you said, “Yes, Andy,” and took his hand, letting him guide you up the stairs.

On the second floor, he brought you down the hall, bypassing several doors before pulling you into the room right at the end. It was huge, was your first thought. So much bigger than the room you’d spent the last who knows how long in. The walls were painted a light blue-gray, all the furniture – dressers and nightstands, a much darker gray. The bed was one of the biggest you’d seen, Californian King at least, maybe even Alaskan. It was covered with plush, fluffy bedding and lots of pillows, all in different shades of blue, with a light gray, stuffed, and quilted headboard resting against the wall. It all screamed luxury and relaxation. You were reminded of those home improvement shows you used to watch when you had the freedom to. They’d talk about how your bedroom should be a sanctuary, everything chosen to inspire relaxation and calmness. This was the sort of room they were talking about. You could have laughed, as all you could feel was the foreboding presence of Andy, standing by the door, watching your every move. You’d never relax in here.

You continued to explore the room, trying to act like you couldn’t feel his suffocating gaze on you. Your eyes slid over the ensuite to the two walk-in closets. You immediately noticed that there were no locks on the doors. Did that mean you’d be allowed to pick out your own clothes? And did that even matter if everything was chosen by him in the first place? 

You turned back to find that he’d taken several steps closer to where you stood in the middle of the room. “I know,” he said, “that I should’ve shown you the other rooms first, but I’ve been desperate to get you inside our room, see what you look like in it.” His arms came up around you, pulling you tight to him. “You’re perfect. You fit perfectly. In this whole house. You feel it too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Andy,” you said by rote, but you did feel it. You knew exactly what he meant. You fit perfectly, just like the nightstands, or the couch downstairs, all the tables and chairs. Just another piece of furniture that he picked out specifically to make his home perfect.

His hand came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you had to make eye contact. “I’m so happy I bought you,” his words chilled you as he went out of his way to remind you of your place here. “You were worth every penny.”

You closed your eyes for the shortest moment, letting yourself feel the horror. Then you opened them, met his gaze, and said, “Thank you, Andy.”

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It wasn’t a new thing that Andy carried you around. He always had the excuse “you’re my wife why would you need to walk?”

However, a few weeks ago he gifted you a pair of black Louboutin heels and you adored them.

You would wear them on every occasion, yes, they were painful but who wouldn’t want to look hot? 

Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.

Recently the two of you attended a party with some of Andy’s colleagues. Of course, he knew you would wear the heels, but if he talked against a wall, he would have had better chances.

As Andy rounded the corner, he saw you standing in front of the mirror at the entrance, wearing a black cocktail dress, golden hoops with a matching necklace and the black Louboutin.

He wanted to ask you if you really wanted to wear them, but he already knew the answer.

So instead, he just snaked his arm around your waist pulling you against him and laying his hand softly on your cheek.

He titled your head up giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

Andy’s lips left yours, but you chased after him to capture him in a passionate kiss. While you were concentrating on the kiss, Andy sneaked his hands down your body.

His plan was easy: seduce you, you're horny and want to stay home and prevent you from being in pain.

Andy softly withdraws his lips from yours once again. He kneels down while kissing down your leg. His hands felt soft against your skin as he lifted your leg with his right hand.

The other one slid down to your feet until it reached your shoe.

A small chuckle escaped you as you realized what he was doing, lifting your foot pressing the sole against his forehead like Margot Robbie in Wolf of Wall Street.

“What do you think you're doing?” you asked in a low voice.

„Darlin‘ I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Andy gave you those concerning eyes. “Andy they’re painful but sexy and you gifted them to me, I want to wear them all the time.”

Andy sighed in return, “my love you can wear other heels you know I won’t be mad, and you look sexy in everything you wear,” he stood up cupping your face in his large hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“No, I will wear them,” with that you turned around and opened the door stepping into the cool air of the beautiful autumn night.

With a sigh Andy walked after you, this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a stop in front of the bar where you would be meeting Andy’s colleagues. Your man turned to face you, “you can still change your mind darlin’,” he said gently but you shook your head, “no, let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” you said and got out of the car.

Andy stayed back for a moment, his mind running wild as he thought of a way to help you. In the end he could only watch you and make sure you were comfortable. After all you were his stubborn wife who he loved with every cell in his body, he’d do everything for you.

Quickly he walked after you, interlocking your fingers with his as you stepped inside the bar.

Said bar was filled with Andy’s colleagues, some you recognized, others you didn’t - not that you minded as most of them were arrogant assholes.

“Ooh, look at you, you look amazin’,” gushed Marta, the wife of Andy’s assistant. She seemed like a nice woman, but god you didn’t like her. She was always chipper, but it often looked like she was faking it.

“Thank you, you look great too,” you answered with a polite smile while guiding Andy’s hand around your waist and pressing yourself against his side.

Andy smiled to himself as he noticed what you were doing, gladly he tightened his hold on you.

Then Marta began talking, she talked like a waterfall and at some point you needed to escape. “I’m gonna get us some drinks,” you excused yourself and took a deep breath once your back was turned to them.

As you walked towards the counter you could already feel your feet hurting. You hated that Andy was right, but these shoes were too beautiful not to wear.

You hopped onto the bar stool and ordered a juice as well as a beer for Andy. Once you got the drinks and stepped from the chair, you hissed at the burning sensation. There would definitely be blisters by the end of the night.

Giving Andy his beer, he noticed the slight distress on your face. He decided to ignore it for now, knowing you wouldn’t say anything.

The conversation continued for a little while, in the middle you had shifted almost a lot of your weight onto him. Andy didn’t mind, but this only showed him how right he was. However the two of you couldn’t quite leave yet.

You kept your posture up, no one but Andy noticed how much your feet started to hurt.

“Look at this sweet arm candy you got there Barber,” a man said who came to stand next to your husband.

Andy turned his head to the man and glared at him, “my wife, looks beautiful and is not arm candy, Chad,” his tone was harsh.

God, some of these assholes could just go fuck themselves and you’d love to slap the shit out of them.

After another thirty minutes you needed to sit down, you nudged Andy’s arm and gestured to a table to sit on. Not asking questions Andy walked with you towards the table, before you could sit on one of the tables there was an extra step to go.

As you lifted your foot to step up, your knees almost buckled in once your foot hit the parquet. Luckily Andy was there to support you.

He didn’t say a word but you knew what he was thinking, “I’m fine,” you said quickly. “I didn’t say anything,” he countered with a knowing smile.

Both of you finished your drinks and you only hoped Andy didn’t want another beer. Seeing how uncomfortable you were, he did the only right thing.

With a sigh he slipped out of his shoes and pushed them towards you, “come on, take ‘em of darlin’,” he told you. Pouting you slipped them off and handed them to Andy before putting on his - way too big, but comfortable - shoes.

“What will your colleagues think?” you asked concerned, eyes dropping, “I don’t care what they think, I don’t want my wife to feel uncomfortable. Now, let’s get ya home,” standing up in his socks, he held his hand out to you.

“I wasn’t even that uncomfortable,” you argued as you walked out of the bar.

Then almost over the curb and falling into Andy, "okay, darlin'," chuckling he scooped you up into his arms.

He carried you the rest to the car, putting you in the passenger seat and buckling on your seat belt. Kissing the top of your head before giving you the heels and closing the door.

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"You're lucky I love carrying you around," he stated as his hand came to rest on your thigh.

"You know, if I didn't know it better I'd say you're disobeying me on purpose…," he growled into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked into you.

"I'm – fuck – sorry!" you have been apologizing for thirty minutes now, being edged three times and you begged Andy wouldn't make it a four. "See, I don't think you're sorry," his tone was almost mean, he mocked you.

"Can feel how tight you are, how you keep squeezing me. I know it turns you on, don't lie to me darlin'," as if you ever could.

You gripped onto the satin sheets, Andy picked his pace up not caring for you – this was a punishment after all.

Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.

"Andy," you rasped, feeling your stomach tighten. You desperately need to live the euphoria.

Complete joy and pleasure building up, "please, please, please," you moaned when he hit that spot.

"Hold it," Andy demanded, railing you, splitting you open. "No, no, I can't!" you cried, shaking your head. Your husband didn't care, he gripped your throat, "yes you can, if you don't…then you won't come at all."

Shutting your eyes, you tried to concentrate on keeping the orgasm inside until Andy allowed you.

He was close himself and already felt his cock twitching, "come, fucking hell," he muttered, rutting into you like a starved man.

You reach the mind-blowing release of endorphins. Clenching to hold onto the feeling until you finally give in and let go. Moans howling through the walls.

Before you could register anything you were turned on your stomach. Ass slapped twice.

"Let's paint that pretty ass of yours, shall we darlin'?"

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[jadedvibes]

to be his wife 🥰

Mrs. Barber

Oh what a dream ♡ Let's imagine what it'd be like if after leaving his ex he met a lawyer that was his ideal match.

Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, fluff, possessive!andy sprinkled in.

Word Count: 825

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From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.

Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.  

Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.

He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past. 

Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible. 

Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen. 

“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight. 

“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door. 

He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you. 

Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that. 

“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him. 

The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense. 

Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough. 

His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that. 

Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife. 

Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often. 

And now that Andy loves you, he can never stop. Because you’re his better half, his gorgeous and amazing wife, his Mrs. Barber.

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[americasass91]

Need You Now

Hello, my lovelies!

So listen….this is completely self indulgent and is all Mr Evan’s fault. He just had to go and win Sexiest Man Alive and have a sexy fucking photoshoot. And those pictures just had to make me feral.

This is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. Threw it together in about an hour. Again having nobody to blame but Christopher.

I mean how could I not after I saw the above picture? I couldn’t not write something.

Well anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER, if you’re under 18, just go away. This isn’t for you! Kindly fuck off. Thanks!

Words: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected Smut, P in V sex, Breeding Kink, talks of trying to conceive, husband and wife kink if you squint, Chris in that picture, I think that’s it

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“Why did you agree to this again?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband as you continued doing your makeup in the mirror. “Because Andy, it’s the last good weekend before the colder weather sets in and because we were invited and I want to go.”

Your grumpy husband lets out a sigh. “I would’ve much rather done our own thing than go to this cookout.”

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and turn around to look at him. “Why? It’ll be fun! They’re our friends, Andrew. We don’t see them very much.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “But I don’t even like half of these people.”

“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise. If we get there and you are bored to tears and hating life, then we’ll go. Scouts honor!”

He walks until he’s standing in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Okay, fine. I’ll go but only because you want to. But when we get back…” He starts trailing light, barely there kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your ear..”You better plan to be up all night, filled with me.”

Before the shivers finish trailing up your spine, Andy steps away with a chuckle to go get dressed. Well shit. Now you aren’t sure you want to go yourself. You shake your head. No. You had promised your friends you’d show up. Plus you were already ready. And you thought you looked pretty cute in your yellow sundress.

You turn back around to face the mirror to double check your hair when your husband emerges from the closet. You do a double take as he sits on the bed to slip on his boots.

Jesus Christ you have forgotten how to breathe.

Your usually suited up, straight laced A.D.A., is sitting there looking like sex on legs.

He’s in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. But that’s not what has you open-mouthed and drooling. It’s the way he only buttoned up the shirt about halfway and you have a clear view of the chain he always wears and the tattoos that litter his chest. Including your name he has tattooed over his left pec.

Christ on a cracker. You can already tell your panties have soaked through. This piece of shit is doing this on purpose. He knows the effect he has on you.

“Sweetheart?”

You shake your head as you close your mouth, stunned to see him standing in front of you. He reaches up and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth. “You, uh, got some drool there.”

You open your mouth to retort but realize your brain has short circuited from the beauty of the man in front of you.

Sure, you’re married and have been together for a long time. Doesn’t mean you aren’t still widely attracted to the man.

He gives your ass a smack. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late.”

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After changing into a fresh pair of panties, you and Andy head on over to your neighbor's house across the street.

You both head ou tback where the party is in full blast. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in! The Barbers!”

Your eyes instantly spot the man yelling. “Hi, Mike!”

You let go of Andy’s hand and let Mike pull you into a quick hug. You’re soon pulled out of it by his wife Kate and pulled into her arms. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” She pulls away and looks you up and down. “Cute dress! Come on, let’s go get you a drink!”

You turn your head about to see if Andy wants anything, but see a beer has already been put into his hand and is standing in a circle of the other husband’s chatting. Looks like he’s even enjoying himself. You knew he would.

Kate drops your hand after you make it over to the drink table. “So, what’s your poison?”

You eye the table and decide to play it safe and stick with an old fashioned wine cooler. Kate just rolls her eyes at you. “That’s it?”

You twist the cap off and take a quick sip. Just as good as you remember them. “I don’t want to get too crazy. Plus, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these.”

Kate looks up after she gets done pouring an adequate amount of rum into her coke. “Well, they are delicious. So, how’ve you been? How’s, uh, everything?”

You take another swig before answering. Of course she’s wondering if you’d had any luck conceiving. You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing yet, but we’ve only been trying for a few months. Plus my doctor said it may take awhile since I had been on birth control since I was 15. Might take a little bit for all those hormones to leave my system.”

She nods. “Yeah, it took about a year for me to get pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll happen!”

You shake your head. “I’m not worried. It’ll happen if it’s meant to. And if not, then we’ll adopt. I’m not going to stress over it. The doctor said stressing about it can make it not happen so I’m going to stay positive.”

Kate smiles at you. “That’s a great mindset! Regardless of how it happens, you’ll make an amazing momma!”

“Thank you! I hope so! I’m sure I’ll be asking you for lots of tips.”

She takes a sip of her drink as she looks over at her kids playing around the yard with the other neighborhood kids. “Oh, I’ve got plenty!”

The 2 of you are soon joined by a couple other women you hadn’t seen in awhile either. You guys chat and gossip about everything that’s been going on lately. As the conversation turns to something you’re less than interested in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Andy.

The men have migrated to a group of lawn chairs and are laughing about something. Andy’s eyes catch yours and he gives you a smile. God you loved him. You return it before getting pulled back into the conversation when one of the ladies asks how your job is going.

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About 2 hours later it starts getting dark out. All the women had rejoined their significant others at the lawn chairs.

You were currently laying against Andy’s chest, him leaned back with his arms wrapped around you. The fire had been going for a while now and you were all nice and toasty.

A few of the couples had gathered their kids and bid their goodbyes. That left only Kate’s and Mike’s kids and a few couples left sat around the fire.

You’re just enjoying listening to the conversations going on around you, letting the vibrations of Andy’s chest as he talks to Mike lull you to sleep.

You just get your eyes shut when your phone starts going off.

You quickly grab it and silence it. Kate asks if everything is okay. You wave a hand in her direction. “Yeah, just my mom texting me.”

But that’s a lie.

That wasn’t your text tone that went off. You knew that sound well. And judging from the way Andy is now practically squirming underneath you, so does he.

You have this app on your phone to help track when you’re ovulating. And anytime you’re in a peak ovulation time, an alarm goes off. The sound has lately made your husband feral. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface and stuff you full.

Speaking of.

He is currently subtly rutting his erection into your ass.

You hold back a whimper and grab onto his arm. “Andy, stop. Not here.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Should’ve thought about that when you made plans to come here. You know what that fucking alarm does to me. Need to be inside you baby girl. Now.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re about to suggest going home when the rest of the couples, and kids, start to stand up and head toward the house. Mike goes over and puts the fire out.

Kate comes over to your chair. “We’re going to head inside and watch the new Halloween movie. You guys wanna come?”

You don’t even have time to open your mouth to respond before Andy does. “Nah, I think we’re going to head home. Both of us are a little tired. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You nod your head. “Yeah, the fire made me tired.”

She nods. “Okay, well let’s get lunch next week?”

You agree. “Sounds great! Thank you for inviting us.”

She waves as she heads inside. You go to get up but are forcefully pulled back down. “Just where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He moves your hair to the side and starts kissing and biting at your neck, all the while moving his right hand under your dress.

“Well I thought we could head home and take care of-“ But you’re cut off when his fingers make contact with your clothed core.

“Too far. Need you here, now.”

You go to protest but he moves your panties aside and sinks a finger into you.

You smack your hand to your mouth to keep your moan in. Andy just chuckles behind you as he adds another finger and starts scissoring them around. “Need to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want the neighbors knowing what we’re doing out here.”

You clench down on his fingers. “Oh? Maybe you do, huh? Does my baby girl want to get caught?”

You can’t even respond. You start grinding against his hand. He indulges you for a few minutes before he pulls his fingers out and flips you around so that you’re straddling him. He pulls you in for a lust filled kiss before he grabs your hands and puts them at the top of his pants. “Go on. Take me out.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Not wasting any time, you unbutton and unzip his slacks. You quickly find out he has gone commando this evening. You look up at him in surprise. He just gives you a sexy smirk. “Easier access?”

You roll your eyes and lean back in for a kiss, your right hand wrapped around his achingly hard cock, pumping it up and down.

Andy brushes your hand away and pulls your panties to the side. “Sorry sweetheart. Need to be inside you.”

Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you grab ahold of his cock and hover over him and rub his tip along your soaked slit before sinking down on his length. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. You love nothing more than to be filled by your husband.

Andy takes a minute to watch the pleasure on your face. It doesn’t last very long though before he grabs your hips and starts grinding you back and forth in his lap.

You don’t catch the moan that escapes you this time.

“Shhh. Need to be a good girl and stay quiet while your husband fills you up.”

You nod and place your hands on his shoulders as you take over the movement of your hips, picking up the pace. Andy releases his hold on your hips and smacks your ass before pulling the top of your dress down enough so your tits spring free. He pays extra attention to your nipples, knowing how much you like it.

After a few minutes, you change from grinding to bouncing up and down on his cock as best you can on a lawn chair. You can already feel yourself close to an orgasm. “Andy, please. Gonna cum. Need help. Please.”

He repositions a little so that his left leg hangs off the side of the lawn chair and plants his foot on the ground. He grabs the back of your head with his left hand and pulls you down until you’re chest to chest, pulling you into another kiss. He takes his right hand and moves it in between you so he can rub your clit.

He uses the little leverage he has with his foot and starts thrusting up into you, hitting your g spot from this position. You moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl. Squeezing me so good. Won’t last much longer after you cum. Need to fill you up.”

You’re both now just panting into each other’s mouths. “Please Andy.N-need it. Need your cum.”

“Yeah? Need me to fill you up, huh? Yeah you do. Gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.”

And that’s what does you in. You cum with a silent cry, your hands digging into his shoulders.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before he gives into his own pleasure. You can feel his warm spend filling you up as he slows his thrusts down, eventually coming to a stop. You both take a minute to catch your breath before you make eye contact and burst out laughing.

“Can’t believe we just fucked on a lawn chair in our neighbors backyard.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I fucking love you, Mrs. Barber.”

You smile. “I love you, Mr Barber.”

He cups your face and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, smiling when you press a kiss to it. “Think we better get home, sweet girl. Before I take you on this chair again.” As he says this, you can feel him start to harden inside of you.

Startled at how quick he’s ready to go again, you quickly get up and let out a hiss as he slips out of you.

You right your clothes as best you can before grabbing your phone and helping him up.

He tucks his cock back into his slacks as best he can with a hard on and zips and buttons them up. He grabs your hand and starts practically pulling you towards your guy's house.

“Hurry up baby. That pussy isn’t going to fill itself up.”

You were in for a long night.

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Sundaze

Pairing: Husband!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: you and your husband finally have a free Sunday together

Warnings: petnames (honey, baby), smut; unprotected sex. Fluffy, sweet and tender loving 🥰 this blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: thank you my sweet Alice @flordeamatista for sending me this based on my tag because I probably wouldn't have thought to actually write it otherwise 💜 (word count: 1k)

It felt like months since you'd been able to enjoy the serenity of a Sunday. And it felt even longer since you and Andy had a Sunday with no plans. No work. No commitments. Just a Sunday with each other.

The thought brought a soft smile to your lips as you turned your head to watch Andy's sleeping form. He was laid on his back, his head facing you and a peaceful look on his face that you'd missed seeing.

You hadn't even heard him come home last night, too exhausted from your own crazy week at work and from the soft snores coming from Andy you know he'd been just as exhausted.

Knowing how much he needs to rest you climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Andy doesn't move an inch, much to your delight.

You make your way to the kitchen, your bare feet silent against the cool hard floor. The early morning sunlight streaming through the windows is enough to warm your legs as you wear nothing but Andy's shirt.

The day is still young and you take a moment to appreciate the quiet as you wait for the coffee to brew.

Gone are the days when you felt guilty about doing nothing all day. Today was about you and your husband getting some much-needed downtime together.

You're humming to yourself softly, the rich smell of coffee filling your senses as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

Andy's lips brush against your neck as he inhales your scent, "mmm, good morning honey."

His voice is deep, the final remnants of sleep still hanging on his words. You smile as his lips leave slow, tender kisses against your neck.

You attempt to turn in his arms but he keeps you pressed against the edge of the counter. His hands cage you in as they grip the edge. You can feel him getting harder as he presses closer against you.

"Andy," you whine, your hips pushing back on their own accord. It had been too long since you and Andy had had a moment like this. Your bodies craved each other.

"Look so good in my shirt, honey," Andy murmurs between kisses. His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, gently brushing against the skin of your thighs and sending shivers throughout your whole body.

You push your ass back further, feeling how he strains against his boxers and you can't help but moan.

"Please, baby, need you."

Andy pushes your back gently, guiding you to lean further onto the counter. His hand pushes your shirt up and he throws his head back with a groan as he realises you're wearing nothing underneath.

"I think you planned this, honey," he smirks, softly swatting your ass as you giggle.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Whatever you say," he hums, his large hands massaging your cheeks.

You gasp when you feel one of his fingers collect the wetness from between your legs and slowly circle your clit.

"No teasing baby," you moan, not even trying to keep the pleading from your voice.

Andy's hand disappears from between your legs and you hear him push his boxers down. He taps your pussy with his cock, "spread your legs for me, honey. Good girl."

You whine when the head of his cock breaches your entrance. The stretch reminds you of how long it's been and how much you've missed this.

To two of you sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. Andy pulls out of you slowly, feeling every part of you as you feel every inch of him before pushing in just as slowly.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your soft pants and moans as Andy languidly thrusts into you. It's slow and tender, much like a Sunday should be.

Andy's hands are everywhere; gripping your hips, smacking your ass, cupping your breasts. It's like he's discovering your body all over again.

"Missed this, honey," he breathes, pushing into you with more force which has your back arching, "missed you so much."

You moan when you feel his left hand wrap around your throat. The metal of his wedding ring cooling your heated skin. He pulls you up against his chest, your hands finding purchase on the counter as he continues to bring you nothing but pleasure.

Turning your head you search for his lips, moaning into his mouth when he meets you in a searing kiss. Andy's hips quicken and your toes curl against the hardwood floor as he hits that spot that makes you see starts.

You break away from his lips but remain close, your forehead resting against your husbands.

"Andy," you plead, feeling the familiar knot forming.

"I've got you, honey," Andy grunts, his eyes locking on yours, "I'm close, need you to come for me, beautiful."

Andy's hand tightens around your throat as his free hand toys with your clit, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you tense in his arms.

Your body shudders as you come undone with a cry of his name. You feel him still behind you as he comes inside you, his fingers still gently rubbing your clit until you grab his wrist to signal it's too much.

The two of you bask in the quiet that settles over the kitchen. Your breathing slowly returns to normal as Andy holds you in his arms. He kisses your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you.

"Stay there," he whispers with another kiss as he grabs a clean cloth to clean the mess between your thighs.

When he's cleaned you up he turns you around, framing your face in his large hands as he kisses you softly.

"Good morning, Mr Barber," you smile as he pulls away, "think your coffee's ready."

He kisses you again before moving to grab two mugs, filling them both. You sit on the counter and Andy comes to stand between your legs, handing you your coffee.

You hum as the warmth from the mug seeps into your hands, the two of you catching up on the past week as the morning sun casts you in a golden glow. You can't help but smile at finally getting to enjoy a carefree Sunday with your husband.

#andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x y/n #andy barber fic #andy barber fluff #andy barber smut #chris evans fic

[foxgloveprincess]

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader [Second Person Narrator]

Summary: Of course, you had to fall sick. What else could possibly happen when you’re being kept in some bastard’s basement?

Word Count: 2,956

Attic Wives Anonymous Masterlist

Warnings: Dark, Non Con (non-sexual), Kidnapping, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation, Legal Documents, Illness (mentions of Retching/Nausea, Fever), Swearing/Cursing, Bathing, Pet Names (honey, precious). Minors do not interact (18+).

A/N: Not as grody as the last chapter, I promise. Hope you enjoy it. Let me know if I missed any tags. Happy Second Sunday of Attic Wives Advent! ❄️🎉🍾🙌🏻

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Your body shivers uncontrollably beneath the blanket. If only you had a mountain to burrow under. Something to keep you warm. Yet you’re sweating from every pore. 

Hate burns deep in your belly, swirling with the nausea. That sick fuck is gonna leave you down here to die. Let the fever ravage you until you expire. No. You won’t let it. Your teeth grit even as they chatter. Burning rage fuels you, though exhaustion tugs at your eyelids. Sleep too tempting to resist, you plummet into it. Rest is good—it’ll help your body fight. 

You awaken to a weight shifting beside you a few hours—who could say how many—later. Your eyes snap open, arms flailing to swat at the man sitting beside you. A weak growl rolls roughly in your throat. 

“Hey, shhhh,” he soothes as he grabs your wrists. 

You blink and squint into the dim lighting. It’s not Andy—the man imprisoning you in his basement. The older man beside you looks down at your shivering frame with something like pity shining in his eyes. He’s handsome, but you’ve learned to be wary of that. Too many fucked up experiences under your belt. 

“What has Andy put you through?” he asks, muttering more to himself than to you. 

You scowl and turn your head away from his hand lifted to check your temperature. 

“Fuck off,” you grit from a sore throat. 

“I’m here to help you,” the man says with a quick glance over his shoulder. “You can’t live like this.” 

You blink up at him, suspicions dulled by a foggy head but still pricking at his smooth-talking. Like he expects you to believe him. He knows Andy. He’s probably in cahoots with him—friends, thick as thieves. Who knows what this wolf is hiding under his sheep’s clothing. 

The door to the basement unlocks and opens. Andy enters with a tray filled with a plate, pill bottles, a single flower in a vase, a cup, and mug. 

The man leans closer in quiet desperation. “Just trust me.” Even his insistence doesn’t persuade you, though something about his tone piques your curiosity. He stands and backs into a corner as your captor closes the door. 

“There’s my girl,” Andy croons, approaching the bed and setting the tray next to it. “The doctor recommended plenty of fluids and to check your temperature about now.”

He presses the button and the device beeps before he slides it across your forehead. You scowl, but it doesn’t affect the path of the device as it reads your temperature. 

“Oh, dear,” he mutters under his breath. 

Andy places the thermometer aside and cradles your face in his hands. You bare your teeth, but you have so little energy to fight. 

“Her temperature’s higher,” he says to the man in the corner. “What do I do?” His eyes plead, his fingers stroking over your cheek. 

The man pushes himself away from the wall. He approaches and gently sits beside Andy. He removes your captor’s hands from your face. You slump, releasing the tension in your body. In your fuzzy brain, you can’t decipher the look the older man sends your way. 

“You know what needs to happen,” he says with a pointed look toward your feet. 

You unconsciously shift, the chains rattling under your blanket. 

Andy sighs, his chin dropping toward his chest. “Yeah,” he admits in defeat. 

Your ears prick beneath the heat of your fever. What is he doing?

He reaches for the button of his collared shirt. It pops open under his fingers and he reaches inside, drawing out a thin chain necklace and a dangling key. He hesitates with the key in his hand, but bends slowly toward your feet. He draws away the blanket and lifts your ankle to his lap. The click of the lock unlatching sounds like a hallelujah chorus. The chain and ankle cuff fall away with a clatter to the floor. Tears fill your eyes. It’s not much, but already you feel hope igniting in your heart. An opportunity, even if you can’t take it right now.

Without looking away from your foot, Andy asks, “do you really think this is—”

“Yes,” the older man interrupts. 

A moment passes as the two men lock eyes. Andy sighs and leans down again to kiss your legs—higher up your thigh, exposing more of your skin to the cold air. If you could move, you’d kick his teeth in. But he keeps a gentle hand on your ankle in his lap, petting over and soothing the red skin. Even his softest touch stronger than what little you possess in your weakened body. His thumb strokes your ankle bone. You growl, but the sound cuts off into a coughing fit. 

Andy rubs your back as he lifts you in your shivering cocoon of fever. Hiking you up into his arms and holding you close to his chest. He grunts. You protest with soft sounds of fury and surprise. Curses and spite sit on your tongue, unvoiced.

As he climbs the stairs up out of the dingy, disgusting basement you can’t even appreciate it, eyes closed to stave off the bubbling nausea in your gut. Sunlight blooms across your face. You open your eyes to be blinded. Such a normal home around you. Big windows leading to a lush green backyard. 

Your lips open to scream, sure that this is your chance. All you manage is a weak croak. 

“Shhh,” Andy shushes with his head tilting to rest his chin to your forehead. “Don’t exert yourself, honey. Everything’s okay.”

You turn your head and open your lips, biting into his shoulder. Your teeth ache with the pressure. He groans softly and tilts his head to press his lips to your forehead. You stop, stomach lurching. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up.”

He keeps climbing up another set of stairs and another like a ladder. The room he enters barely catches your notice, save for the lightness of its walls and its cleanliness. 

The door just to the side of the entrance reveals an adjoining bathroom. He takes you in and sits you on the closed toilet in your blanket. Your eyes scan your surroundings. White tile gleams, pristine. A large sink sits in a quartz countertop which dips into a vanity. A shower head points into a large tub—big enough for at least two. You shudder and close your eyes for a moment to shield yourself from that gut-wrenching thought. 

Water rushes from the faucet of the bathtub and he lets it fill. The sound of it grates in your head. Too loud, too much. Your feet itch. An attempt to stand and run leads to disappointment—dizziness and fatigue too much a hinderance. You groan. Though it catches his notice, Andy says nothing and continues to prepare towels and soaps for your bath. 

You can admit that relief sparks at the prospect of finally getting clean. How long you’ve spent in that filthy, disgusting basement you couldn’t say. Don’t even want to guess. Nose-blind now to your own body odor, you can’t imagine how you smell, and you can’t bring yourself to look in the vanity’s mirror to see the state of your skin.  

“Come here, honey,” Andy beckons while he approaches and tries to strip the blanket from your shoulders. 

“No,” you grit between your teeth, clutching at the fabric. 

With your impaired strength against his, it’s no wonder you lose. He balls the blanket and throws it out the door. A smug smile on his lips. You sneer. 

Delighted at your inability to defend yourself, he hikes you back up into his arms and dips you into the water. One smooth motion with no time for you to snap at him as your bottom finds the porcelain of the tub. Violent shivers wrack your body. The water, it’s too cold. Your hands grip the edge, searching for leverage to hoist yourself out of the glacial water. 

Andy’s hold you down. “Hey, let your body get used to it. The doctor said lukewarm water would help lower your temperature.” His eyes shine down at you, a farce of kindness and sympathy. Too consumed by drinking in your bare figure beneath the water.

Your lips tremble too much to do more than sputter hateful sounds. But your captor doesn’t seem to mind as he begins to douse your shoulders and hair with water and foam up a loofah with body wash. 

“Don’t. You. Dare,” you manage to bite as his hand approaches. 

“Do you think you can wash yourself, honey?” he asks, all concern and encouragement—evil bastard. “Here.” He offers the loofah to your hands. “You can go ahead.” 

The frustration builds. Your hands fumble the soapy loofah before it falls into the bath water. You try again, but each effort to wash your limbs ends in struggle and defeat. 

“It’s alright, precious girl,” Andy coos with a pleased glint in his eye, “let me help you.” 

You’ve no choice. Not when he takes the loofah and softly scrubs it over your shoulders. With the warmth of the water and your waning energy, it’s no contest. You sink down into the water while he manipulates your limbs. 

“You know,” he mentions as he tilts your head back and grabs a soft washcloth for your face. “I’m not a bad guy, honey.” He smooths the soapy cloth over your face and clears it from the dust and debris of the basement. “I just wanted us to have our best chance.”

“Holy hell,” you mutter under your breath, leaning into the distortion of your syllables through your slightly stuffed nose. 

A knock sounds from the door. Your head lifts from its position. Sputtering through the water that splashes in your eyes, you huff a frustrated breath. 

“I have everything ready out here,” the other man says through the wood. 

“Thanks,” Andy calls over his shoulder, turning back to you with a smile. “It’s all gonna be better, you’ll see.”

Curses run through your head, scenarios forming. Each one worse than the next. What hell are they going to put you through now? Andy tips your head back further and soaks your hair with water. 

“I know this might take a moment, but I’ve researched what’s best for your hair.” Pride exudes from his words, like he’s expecting praise from you. As fucking if. 

He squeezes shampoo into his hand and begins. Each step he does with the utmost care. Like you’re some precious, fragile doll fit for breaking. You wonder how deeply he researched—what effort were you worth? He pours more water over your head and shields your eyes. 

God fucking dammit. You’re enjoying it. The pampering. The care. The gentle touch. You retch over the side of the tub, a dry convulsion of your stomach. His hand rubs over your back to soothe you. You want to scream. But you fall back into the lukewarm water, shivers running up your spine, and let him finish. The sooner he does, the sooner you stop that traitorous train of thought in its tracks. 

Once he completes the last step of his routine, he pulls the plug on the drain and leaves you in the murky, receding water. You let your fingers drift until it’s all gone, disgusted by the grime sloughed from your skin. 

“Oh,” he says, coming back to your side with a fluffy towel. He stares at the last dregs of water like you. “Maybe one last rinse, precious.” 

By the time you’re truly done with your bath, you can’t even complain when he helps you stand and wraps you in the fluffy towel. Relief flowing too heavy to fight him off. He cradles you close to his chest and runs his hands along your waist, reveling in your semi-compliant state. 

“There we go,” he sighs in delight. “Nice and clean.”

You grumble but can admit you feel much better. Your head clears as you stand there in his arms, despite the sickness still swirling around in your body and leaving a cloudy haze behind.

Andy escorts you out to the larger room. You glance around. But you halt your perusal, confused by the stranger from before seated at a small table. Before him spreads several papers. You’re sat beside him, Andy’s hands a firm weight on your shoulders. 

“Andy,” he addresses your captor, “why don’t we let her have a moment to herself?” 

Andy pipes up a noise of protest. “She needs to—”

“Andrew,” he admonishes, “give her a break.”

Andy sighs and squeezes your shoulders. You glance up at him. Irritation narrows his gaze. But they both leave. 

You gawk after them. Flabbergasted by the sway the older man has over Andy. The way Andy defers to him. Could this man really help you get out of here? You keep to your observations of them until the door shuts behind them, disbelief and suspicion waning. 

The room falls silent around you. With a chance for a better look around, you notice the light grey walls, the white crown moulding, the tufted headboard on the bed and matching furniture. It looks like someone threw up a Pottery Barn catalogue and a Live Laugh Love Pinterest board, and it congealed into this room. Not your style at all. You grimace. 

Another door stands in the corner—you pray for a closet. You walk over and open it, finding not much. A few frilly dresses, and that’s all. Your brow furrows in disappointment. Better than being naked, you grab one off the hanger and throw it over your head. At least there’s no zipper to grapple with. 

You tug and smooth the fabric over your stomach and legs. The dress not to your preference, it clings uncomfortably to your frame. Your feet find their way back to the table, you glance at the array of documents. Fingers flip through a few of them before your vision swims and the door opens again, just a crack. 

“Are you decent?” the stranger whispers through the small space. 

“As good as I’m gonna get,” you respond with a sigh and a hand massaging your forehead. 

With your reply, he sneaks into the room and closes the door behind him. He glances to the fingers still pressed to the papers and those kneading at your temple. 

“Did you get a chance to read through them?” he asks with a nod of his head toward the table. 

You shake yours. “But it looks like some kind of contract.”

“You’re right.” His hand raises to comb his hair back. It flops over and brushes his cheeks. “Mostly, it’s a non-disclosure agreement. A few other bits and pieces.” 

“For what?”

“Andy’s a lawyer,” he explains while taking a seat at the table. “He understands legal documents. I suggested this as a way to help you.” His hands sweep in a gesture above the papers.

“Why?” you ask, the words tinged with suspicion as you sink into the seat across from him. 

“Why what?” he asks with a tilt of his head. 

“Why do you want to help me?” 

The man lets out a heavy breath and stretches his hands across the table. “Andy’s my friend, but he needs help. I know that.” He presses a finger to the sheet closest to him. “This is what I can do. Get you someplace better. Make sure my friend gets what he needs. Make sure he never does this again.” 

Looking in his eyes, keeping your gazes locked, he doesn’t flinch or look away. He’s telling the truth. He wants to get you out, just like he said. You blink in shock.

“So if I sign these papers, it’s over?” you ask, hands finding their way to clutch together in your lap.

“It’s the only way I can see this getting better,” he replies with the same sincerity. He gathers everything up in a pile and hands it over. 

A pen sits by your hand and you lift it. You scan the first document, but with the headache and sinus pressure, it’s all legal jargon you can’t decipher before it becomes blackish grey mush in your eyes. Your head starts to spin. Before you can think better, your signature and initials sit on their respective dotted lines. 

The man breathes a sigh of relief. “Thank you,” he says, clipping everything together. Gratitude saturates each word, too saccharine. “It’ll be so much better now. I promise, you’ll enjoy the attic much more than the basement.” 

He keeps talking, but static fills your brain. The attic? Wasn’t he going to get you out? He said—he said…you can’t quite remember anymore. Your brain pounds behind your eyes. You clutch at your head. 

The door swings open and Andy charges in, beelining for his friend and flipping through the packet of papers. A smile growing wider and wider on his lips.

“She signed everything?” he asks, voice excited in a way you don’t like. 

“She did.” The older man pats your captor on the back. “Congratulations, you two. I’ll leave you to your honeymoon.” 

“What?” you mumble. A nauseous weight sits heavy on your chest. You can’t breathe. All air sucked out of the room.

The older man comes over to you, crouching and catching your eye. “It’ll be better,” he repeats, patting your hand. “Just you wait. That marriage certificate was exactly what he needed. He’ll take much better care of his wife.” He stands and presses a kiss to your forehead. You wipe your face in shock while he shakes Andy’s hand. He walks away and turns back for one last wave before closing the door to your new hell.

#andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfic #andy barber fanfiction #dark #dark fic #kidnapping #tw kidnapping #yandere vibes #basement wife trope #attic wife trope #attic wives anonymous #18+ #minors dni

[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Andy Barber x wife!Reader

Summary: Mrs. Barber couldn't resist winding her husband up all day long which doesn't go unpunished by him.

Warnings: MINORS DNI!! SMUT!! 18+ exhibitionist, unprotected p in v seggs (do better), breeding kink, denial, teasing, dom/sub.

MASTERLIST

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Today was a good day for me, my husband, not so much as I've been testing his patience since the sun rose this morning.

The day started off with me lightly raking my fingertips along his morning wood that was covered by the thin white fabric of our bedsheets, scattered kisses along his neck and jawline that had him wanting more. I left him high and dry the moment I drew a deep moan from him. He groaned in frustration on my way out the bedroom door and spent quite some time in the shower.

The same shower I joined fifteen minutes later to get my day started. Andy tried to trap me in there with him to finish what I started and I let him think that it was going according to how he wanted. We sloppily kissed each other under the lukewarm water that showered down on us. Andy’s much larger hands roamed my body as mine did to his until I wrapped mine around his hard cock, stroking him until he was close to his climax. He grunted as I let him go to finish up my shower with a triumphant smile on my face.

Then after lunch we were both sitting on opposite ends of the sofa with my legs in his lap while we watched a movie that we've seen countless times. I waited for him to get engrossed with the film before dragging my feet along his crotch which earned me a death stare from the lawyer.

"What?" I innocently batted my eyes at him and he tightened his grip on my ankle.

"Don't what me, you know what you're doing. Stop it."

That only encouraged me to do it even more. So using my next foot I repeated my action, smirking as I felt his erection starting to form a tent in his grey sweatpants. He tried his best to keep his serious demeanour together but gave up at the friction stimulating his dick.

Now here we are, seated in one of Boston's fancy restaurants amongst his colleagues and their other halves. Somewhere in the midst of conversing with them I snuck my hand onto his thigh and he immediately grabbed onto my wrist.

"No." That one word sounded more like a warning than a command and boy, was I curious to see how he'd react to my defiance.

He let go of me and I resumed my taunting actions, squeezing his crotch beneath the table. He choked on his beverage and glared at me in the middle of his coughing fit.

"Are you alright Andy?" I rubbed his back like a concerned wife would to her husband choking would. Andy reassured everyone that he was fine before leaning to whisper in my ear.

"You're playing with fucking fire babygirl and I suggest that you stop it right fucking now." Forget angry, he's fuming and instead of cowering away, following his command I only continued to get him riled up.

I'd tease him for a couple minutes and back off all while in the middle of the jokes and stories told by his friends. To my right, Andy was no longer his regular pale but now his face resembled a crimson colour.

Yeah, I was in for it when we get home.

Andy fished his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen as if he'd just received the most important message when in reality, the only notification that brightened his screen was the endless emails he'd received from work.

"Sorry to do this guys but the babysitter is having a bit of trouble putting the twins down for bed, we should get going babe."

Nice excuse Barber, using our one year olds who are most likely already knocked out in their cribs at this hour. Following his lead, I bid everyone a goodnight and left with my clutch in hand. Andy quickly escorted me out to his Audi and opened my door for me before rounding the car to get to his side.

Andy’s hand tightly gripped the wheel as he drove us back in the direction of our home, eerily quite and seething in his seat. He took a left onto a dimly lit road that didn’t have much travelers instead of continuing to go straight and I bit my lip in excitement for what's about to happen. He drove for about an extra mile into the deserted road and pulled to the side.

"Get out." He killed the engine and got out, waiting for me to join him in front of the vehicle. If it wasn't for the moonlight shining down on him I wouldn't have noticed where he was. He stood there with his hands on his hips shooting daggers at me with his eyes as I joined him in the cool night.

"I thought I told you to stop back there?" Andy closed the distance between us with two of his long strides. A smile made it way onto my face as he wrapped his hand around my neck, applying enough pressure to restrict my breathing for a few seconds. His actions caused a pool of arousal to form in my underwear.

"All day you've been behaving like a little girl that wants daddy's attention. Riling me up only to shut me down, leaving me to jerk myself off like I'm some fucking teenage boy with a playboy magazine. Which wasn't a brilliant idea because if you didn't play with me like I was a toy this morning, you would've gotten the chance to cum but now, I'm just going to take what's mine and you're going to wish you hadn't played with me." Andy crushed our lips together in a desperate, needy kiss. Our teeth and tongue clashing together as he claimed my mouth, tasting every inch of it with his tongue.

Reaching up he grabbed himself a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, that made me moan from both pleasure and pain. His beard burned against my neck as he nipped and sucked away at my exposed flesh. His other hand moved down my body, squeezing my breast firmly before moving to undo the band that held my dress together.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as the cool breeze kissed my exposed front now. He didn't remove the dress completely, instead he left it on to slide his fingers into my soaked underwear.

"You're drenched babygirl, is all that for me?"

"Only you sir." I managed to answer him before moaning out his name at the feeling of his long fingers spreading my slick over my southern lips. My eyes shut and hips bucked once he applied pressure to my bundle of nerves.

Andy didn't give two fucks about anyone who could possibly catch him fingers deep in his wife's sweet cunt right about now and that turned her on even more. They could be caught at any given moment but neither of them cared.

My hips bucked against his palm as I tried to get more stimulation on my clit but just as the familiar knot began to tighten in the pit of my stomach he removed his hand.

"Turn around." Complying I did as told and he pushed me to lie against the hood of his car, bunching the material of my dress up over the globes of my ass.

Andy undid his belt and zipper one handed, his eyes focused on the sight before him. His wife was bent over his car in heels, legs spread and her aching cunt glistening in the little moonlight that they had.

"Look at you all spread for me like a whore." I moaned at the resounding spank he landed on my right cheek. I loved it when he'd get like this..dominant.

"Is that what you want babygirl, you want me to fuck you like a whore?" Another spank landed on my ass this time it was on my left cheek. He repeated his actions a couple times before freeing his rock hard cock from its confines of his boxers.

"I'm not hearing you." Andy tore my panties off and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers. Another sigh left me as he coated himself in my slick, lining the tip of his cock with my hole.

"Yes sir."

He thrusted his entire girthy length into me and began fucking me like a mad man. Moans spewed from our mouths into the darkness of the night as he stretched me out with his cock. This was exactly what I wanted, my husband angrily fucking me into oblivion.

"You're so tight." Andy stilled in me, leaning over to nibble on my ear. His hand found its way back to my clit, ripping a pornographic moan out of my chest. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he picked up his pace still applying pressure to my clitoris.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Andy!" My walls fluttered around him as he drove me closer to my forbidden climax. The sinful sound of my juices drenching his dick was music to our ears. I'm most certain I made a mess of his trousers.

"I could feel you squeezing me, do not cum this fuck isn't for your pleasure." My hands clawed at the surface beneath me, jaw slack as I turned into a whimpering mess at his pounding into me. Andy’s grunts turned into full fledged moans as he neared his release.

"I'm gonna fill you up babygirl-"

"No, no I'm ovulating." Reaching behind me I tried to slow his thrusts but he held my hand in place, adjusting his stance to thrust deeper into me.

"I know." My legs shook beneath me as I fought to keep my orgasm from ripping through me. Andy’s thrusts became irregular before he buried himself balls deep in me. His dick pulsed inside me with each rope of cum that filled me up.

Andy removed himself from my abused hole and tucked himself back into his pants. I wasn't able to move just yet and he didn't seem to mind that he could see his seed leaking from pussy. I moaned again as he pushed it back in with his fingers.

"Good girl, open up." He removed his fingers from me and brought it up to my lips for me to taste. Swirling my tongue around his fingers I cleaned his cum off of them, tasting myself in the process.

He helped me upright and steadied me on my legs that continued to shake under my weight. I halfway fixed my dress while he sensually kissed me under the moon and stars.

"Don't ever pull that stunt again or else you won't be able to walk for a week. C'mon let's go home, I'm not finished with you yet."

#andy barber x wife reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber imagine #andy barber smut #andy barber #chris evans x y/n #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #defending jacob smut #defending jacob imagine #defending jacob

[sarahrogersevans]

Oooh fluff where andy barber takes care of his new baby girl with his new wife, reader. jacob died here

Second Chance At Happiness- Andy Barber wife!xreader

Summary: Andy takes care of his new baby daughter with his new wife and still misses his son Jacob but gives his daughter and wife so much love and gets a second chance of happiness

Warnings: mild very mild spoilers of Defending Jacob series! Though barely anything mentioned, Fluff, angsty, flashbacks of memories, happy Andy, soft Andy, let me know if I miss anything

~Andy’s POV~

I couldn’t believe how lucky I got with Y/N and our daughter Lilly, after everything I went through in the past I wasn’t sure if I’d fall in love again let alone have another child but I honestly couldn’t be happier. Our daughter Lilly is now two years old and so beautiful just like her mom Y/N. Y/N saw me walk in after I got home from work and she brought Lilly over and said “Hi Andy welcome home! look honey, daddy’s home why don’t you go say hi to daddy while I go get dinner out of the oven.” “Hey Y/N my love and oh good hi pretty girl.” She handed me Lilly and I took her in my arms carefully and said “hi darling how are you doing today hmm? Were you a good girl for mommy today?” I kissed her cheek and we went to sit down and I handed her one of her toys while we waited for dinner to be ready.

Later after we all ate dinner together I read a bedtime story to Lilly and when she fell asleep I softly said “the end.. goodnight sweet girl I love you very much sweet dreams.” I pulled the blanket a bit more on her and turned off the light and went to bed and cuddled with Y/N for a bit.

Y/N laid her head on my chest and I put my arm around her and rubbed her back gently. Y/N said “I’m getting a little jealous of Lilly I think you might love her more than me.” She teased and winked at me and I chuckled and said “no way Y/N I love you both equally and I adore you so much babe you make me so happy but I do love our daughter a lot I can’t believe this is all real sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this ..” I thought back to everything that happened with my ex wife and my son Jacob and I sighed sadly and Y/N knew everything that happened and she comforted me and said “hey shhh you deserve to be happy Andy I love you and Lilly does too ok? It’s gonna be alright Andy, we’re here and we’re not going anywhere I promise.” She smiled and kissed me softly and I put my hand on the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her more and I leaned my forehead against Y/N’s softly and I whispered “I love you and Lilly both so much I’m so thankful for you both I don’t know what I’d do without you honey.” Y/N and I held each other all night and no matter what happens I knew I’d do anything for my family.

During the night I had a nightmare and memories of the trial, the accident and the arrest and seeing my dad a few years ago came flooding back so I went to sit in Lilly’s room to check on her and I watched her sleep for a bit and just seeing that she was safe and asleep in her bed made me smile so much and I heard Y/N come in quietly and she rubbed my shoulders and kissed my head and said “nightmares again honey?” I nodded my head and hugged her tight and felt a few tears escape my eyes and I said “I love you baby I swear I will love and protect you both no matter what happens you both will always have me you both mean so much to me Y/N, I can’t lose you or Lilly..” Y/N kissed my cheek and whispered “shhh it’s ok Andy I know we love you so much and you won’t lose us ok? Lilly is safe and I’m here with you honey it’s alright it’s gonna take time but I promise you’ll be alright I’ll be right here helping you through this my love, I love you so much Andy I’m so glad I married you.”

That moment when Y/N said that I kissed her forehead and felt happy for the first time in a very long time and I knew this felt right.

Hi Luv! I hope this is close to what you wanted 😊💜xx enjoy!

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Moved On (Andy Barber x Wife!Reader)

A/N: Thanks for this request! I attempted an Andy Barber fic once but tbh I wasn’t happy with it and deleted so thank you for sending this one in so I could have another shot. <3 This fic takes place three years after the series. A few things deviate from the book/television series, but I you like this, anon.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, Laurie Barber.

Length: 2.4k words

Andy crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the granite kitchen island as he watches you in pure adoration while you go about setting the table for dinner. He knows that he should probably be helping you out, but he simply can’t help himself as he stands there and stares at you in complete and utter awe—he never would have believed that this was the life he would be living. Sometimes he can’t believe this is the life he’s living, even after all this time. It often feels like a dream, a blissful dream he's afraid that one day he’ll wake up from.

If someone would have told Andy three and half years ago that one day he would be remarried to the love of his life, expecting his second child, and that his teenaged son would be healed, healthy, and happy, he would have scoffed right in their damn face. After everything that had happened—the murder trial, the near fatal car crash, and Laurie being put behind bars for nearly killing herself and their son, Andy could have sworn that his life was over. Laurie had been put in the psychiatric unit of a women’s correctional facility to serve her four and a half year prison sentence and shortly after that, Jacob had come out of his medically induced coma with an incredibly long and painful road to recovery ahead of him. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, Jacob had been wounded so deeply by everything that had happened and Andy feared he wouldn’t be able to be the strength his son needed to go on. He’d been left all on his own to pick up the shattered, jagged pieces of the world he once knew, with no idea of how to even start putting them back together again.

But then you happened.

Andy never saw this coming—never saw you coming.

When he first met you, from the first hello you two exchanged, Andy couldn’t have possibly imagined that you would end up being exactly what he and his son needed.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You tease, smiling over your shoulder at him.

“Sorry, honey.” Andy chuckles and shakes his head, uncrossing his arms as he pushes himself away from the kitchen island. “What can I help you out with?”

“Can you pull out the salad from the fridge and bring it over to the table?”

He quickly nods and does as you request, bringing over the bowl of salad that you’d chopped up earlier to the table. He sets it in the middle of the table before taking his seat at the head of the table. “Where’s Jake? Let’s get him down here, I’m starving.”

“Jacob!” You call out loudly. “Dinner’s ready! Let’s go, shut off that video game!”

Andy frowns. “Video game? Isn’t he supposed to be studying?”

“It’s Friday, so I let the kid live a little.” You wink at your husband as you take a seat beside him and drape a clean white cloth napkin across your lap. “And besides, he’s been doing really well in his classes. His counselor e-mailed me the other day. Jake’s grades have never been better.”

“He has a good influence.” Andy reaches over and places his hand over yours.

At that moment, your seventeen year old stepson comes down the stairs and takes a seat across from you. He has a white envelop clutched in one of his hands.

“What do you have there, bud?” Andy questions suspiciously as soon as he sees it. He raises an eyebrow at his son. “You’re not in any trouble, are you?”

Jacob doesn’t reply, and instead, he simply shoots you a nervous glance.

“Go on,” You encourage him, grinning excitedly. “Tell him, Jake.”

Andy glances between the two of you, confused. “Tell me what? What’s going on?”

“It’s an acceptance letter,” Jacob informs him, handing it over. “My first one. It came in the mail earlier today.” He shoots his father a sheepish look. “I was going to wait for all three of us to be together to open it, but I couldn’t wait and neither could she,” he explains, tossing you a quick smile. “We figured we’d just tell you over dinner.”

Andy opens it and he beams with pride as his blue eyes glaze over the document in his hand. “Northeastern University?”

Jake nods. “I’m going to e-mail the school and commit first thing on Monday for the upcoming semester.”

Andy’s smile fades ever so slightly. “Commit? Already? Are you sure this is where you want to go? You’re still waiting on other letters, Jacob. Isn’t it a little too soon to make the commitment?” he asks, setting the letter down. “You still have a couple of months left in the school year. Don’t you want to wait?”

“Not really. This school is the closest to home, dad. I don’t want to move somewhere too far for college, especially since I want to be close enough come and see my little sister after she’s born.” Jacob turns from his father and his eyes meet yours. “I want to be a part of her life as much as possible. I can’t do that if I ship myself off too far for school.”

You place a hand on your growing baby bump. “He’s got a point, Andy.”

“Well, if that’s your decision, than you have our full support.” Andy puts a hand on Jacob’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “I’m so proud of you, Jake. We both are. We know you’ve got a bright future ahead of you.”

“Thanks, dad.”

After dinner, Jacob excuses himself from the table to watch television—normally he’s the one to help you clear the table and clean up, but Andy decides to give him a pass for the night and volunteers to help you himself. You’re in the kitchen tossing scraps into the silver, stainless steel trash can when Andy walks in, takes the plate from your hand and sets it down on the counter. He then grabs you and takes you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a long, slow kiss that sends chills up and down the length of your spine. As his hands start to wander, you break away from him ever so slightly, resting your hand gently on his chest.

“Mm, someone’s feeling extra affectionate today,” You murmur against his lips.

“I’m just really happy, is all. Ridiculously, deliriously happy.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” Andy moves his mouth to your neck and starts to trail his way down to your chest.

You laugh, lightly pushing him away. “Let’s finish cleaning up first, lover boy,” You tell him, eliciting an impatient groan from him. “I cleared off the dishes for you, can you just load them into the washer for me?”

“Fine.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “But wait until I get my hands on you later tonight. I had dinner, now I want my dessert,” he smirks at you. “My sweet tooth is aching for you.”

“Jesus, Andy! Jake is in the room next door! Save it for the bedroom,” You remind him, blushing as your attention turn back to the trash can. You grab at the bag, tying together securely before pulling it out of the component. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to go take this outside.”

Andy shakes his head and reaches out. “Sweetheart, let me do that for you—”

“Andy, I’m pregnant, not wounded. I’m perfectly capable of taking out the trash,” You tell him, shooting him a look. “I’ll be right back.” You make your way through the house and out the front door, stepping out into the chilly, evening air. You walk down the long driveway towards the black garbage can, lift the lid open and quickly toss the bag inside, letting the lid slam shut. As you turn and begin to walk back up to the house, you stop when you get the sudden feeling that you’re being watched by somebody. Furrowing your eyebrows, you slowly turn on your heel and let out a gasp when you see her standing there right beside Andy’s Audi.

Laurie Barber.

You and Andy have been hearing faint whispers around town about Laurie’s possible early release due to her improvement and good behavior. After the car crash, Laurie and her defense lawyers had taken a plea deal from the prosecution in order to avoid having to go to trial. While her sentence may have been light considering the serious nature of what she had done, the mandated court order to stay away from Andy and Jacob had been much harsher. She was not allowed to come into contact with either of them after her release or it would violate the terms of her probation. And yet, here she is, standing right in front of you, outside of your family’s home.

You stand there, frozen solid on the spot, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Laurie stares at you, her eyes falling to your swollen midsection.

Instinctively, your hand goes to your stomach.

Her eyes flicker to the diamond ring on your finger. “You must be his new wife,” she says, rigidly. “I heard he remarried. But I didn’t know he was having another baby.”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out and you clamp it shut.

Unsure of what else to do, you give a small nod of your head.

“I’d heard the rumors that he’d completely moved on,” Laurie says. Despite the stiff, and cold tone of her voice, you can see that her eyes are brimming with tears. “Part of me refused to believe that he could forget about the life we had together, just like that. That he could move on so quickly.”

“Laurie, you shouldn’t be here,” You finally manage to say. “You need to leave.”

“How’s Jacob?”

“Laurie, please, you need to leave right now before Andy sees you—”

She ignores you, firmly repeating, “How is Jacob?”

You let out a small sigh, feeling conflicted.

One on hand, you can’t stand the woman for what she had done. But then, on the other, you can see the remorse in her eyes and you know that she’s desperate to hear about her son. “He’s doing great, Laurie,” You tell her. “Jake is thriving. He’s doing well in school, he’s been accepted into a good university. And most importantly, he’s healthy and he’s happy.”

“I need to see him.”

“You can’t. The judge ordered you to stay away from him.”

Laurie steps forward and grabs your arms. “Please! I need to see Jacob—”

“Get your fucking hands off my wife!” Andy’s growl comes from behind you, startling both you and Laurie. He snatches you out of her grasp and pushes you behind him, his broad shoulders squaring protectively. He speaks again, his tone venomous as he faces his ex-wife for the first time in over three years. “What the fuck are you doing here, Laurie?”

She lifts her chin, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I’m here because I want to see my son.”

“After you tried to fucking kill him?” He nearly shouts. “Are you fucking insane?”

“I made a mistake, Andy! I wasn’t in the right frame of mind! After everything, after the trial, everything was just falling apart and I couldn’t take it!” Laurie shouts back at him. “It was a fucking terrible mistake!”

“A mistake that nearly cost our son his life!”

You step beside your husband and place a hand on his chest. “Andy, please! You need to calm down before Jacob overhears and comes outside.” You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. You can see the anger, the pain, all of his emotions swimming in them and your opposite hand slips into his, lacing your fingers together. You give his hand a small squeeze. “Please, just calm down.”

Andy nods in agreement and takes a deep breath before turning back to Laurie. “I don’t know where you got the nerve to show up at my door,” he says. He’s certainly calmer than before, but there’s still an angry edge to his tone. “How you can even show your face around here after what you did is beyond me.”

“I’m sorry,” Laurie whispered. “For everything. Andy, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so fucking sorry. You have to believe me, I wasn’t in a good place. Mentally, or emotionally.” At this point, the tears were now streaming down her face. “I love my son, and I live with the guilt and the shame of what I did every damn second of every damn day. I never meant for any of it to happen, Andy. You have to believe me. I love Jacob.”

Her apology doesn’t faze Andy, but it fazes you.

Perhaps it’s the pregnancy hormones that have you on the sensitive side. But you just can’t help but to feel some sympathy for Laurie Barber.

“Please. I just want to see my son. I want to tell him I’m sorry. At least let me do that,” she pleads. “Let me apologize to him, face to face.”

Andy is about to protest when you place a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Let us talk to Jacob, first. And if he decides he is up to seeing you, then we can contact our attorney. They can speak to the judge and perhaps we can arrange something if he allows it.” You glance between Andy and Laurie. “It’s a decision that Jake should make. And everyone will respect his choice as well as the choice of the judge. Can we all agree on that?”

“Okay. I can agree to that.” Laurie nods. “Andy? Do you agree?”

His lips press into a tight, thin line. “You’re lucky my wife is here to be the voice of reason. Because if it were up to me, you’d never fucking see him again. Not a fucking chance. Now leave my property before I call your probation officer.” He grabs your hand and starts pulling you towards the house. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

“Wait!” Laurie reaches for your opposite hand, holding you back.

Andy’s nostrils flare. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

She ignores him, her desperate eyes meeting yours. “If Jake decides that he wants nothing to do with me, can you just do me a favor?”

You nod slowly.

“Look after him for me, please. From a mother to a mother. Please, just look after my boy for me.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing all along, Laurie,” You tell her in a low voice. Before you can stop yourself, it slips out, “I’ve been the mother he’s needed for the last three years.”

Laurie releases you, feeling stung by your words.

“Let’s go,” Andy says firmly, pulling you towards the house.

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Hello there! Just read the wrestling ask! Wooo 🥵 Buttt it made me think.. what if in the heat of the moment (not particularly wrestling but any heat of the moment) and Andy is too rough on accident? Maybe he fingers her too hard, or grabs her too hard and it genuinely hurts. How would he react and make it better? We all know he would go full stop then make her feel better, but how?!

Thanks love!

The Rub Down

Summary: Andy takes care of you when things get a little rough in bed.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Bratty Reader, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Light Spitting, Daddy Kink, Ass Slapping, Aromatherapy, Worried Andy, Possessive/Doting Andy, Fitness Regimens, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes place in my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Like, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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The last time things got out of hand occurred right after you pushed yourself too hard at the gym. You'd recently purchased a trial package on Groupon that offered you a chance to work with a personal trainer.

Now it's not like you're expecting immediate results overnight or anything. You were just looking for a few tips to help you tone up.

Of course your husband thinks you look beautiful just the way you are, which is sweet. But you've also come to the conclusion that your arms happen to jiggle a little too much for your liking.

The package you bought includes several sessions, complete with an individualized diet and meal plan that is tailored to your body type. Each session proves to be amazing, but you're often left feeling sore and exhausted at the end of the day.

Every single part of you seemed to ache, but in a good way. And you're certainly not going to let your tight, overworked muscles get in the way of you enjoying an evening alone with your man after having shipped the kids off to grandma's for the night.

At first everything seems fine when Andy tosses you on the bed. Giggles bubble up as you drag his big body closer to your own, the two of you frantically helping each other strip.

Once you're naked, your man is on you like an animal. Grunts and growls fill the room, spilling out into the hall. After welcoming four children, leaving the door ajar during a bout of frenzied lovemaking sometimes feels more than a little exhilarating.

It's always a beautifully added bonus when you don't have to worry about traumatizing several sets of precious virgin ears.

The two of you are a mess. Each hot, wet kiss growing more bold than the one before it. One of Andy's hands winds its way into your thick, glossy curls - wrenching your head back so that he can trail his wicked tongue along the exposed curve of your throat.

You let out a wild cry when his sharp teeth bite down over your pulse. He draws the tender flesh into his mouth, sucking hard.

It's no surprise that Andrew Barber seems intent on marking you tonight. And you revel in every second of it, loving the way the pleasure mixes with the pain. He nibbles his way down your body - each caress of his lips slow and deliberate.

Your hips buck of their own accord when Andy's mouth finds your pouting nipple, lightly toying with it. His teeth graze over the sensitive, pebbled flesh as you continue to writhe underneath him.

"Ooh yeah, Daddy...fuck! R-right there...oh please!"

Andy grinds his hips against your drenched core, your now ruined panties resembling little more than a useless scrap as it's ripped away. You can barely think, let alone speak as his name falls from your lips, whispered again and again like a desperate prayer.

Your husband pushes you down against the mattress, his normally gentle hands possessively squeezing and kneading your breasts before skimming their way down your body. He pauses when he finally reaches your quivering pussy. His lips curve into a smirk as his eyes hone in on your swollen clit peeking out from between your lips.

"Oh, Baby Girl." Comes the rumbled purr, the deep timbre of his voice making you shiver. Andy's intoxicating blue eyes shift to meet your own. "Looks like someone is excited to play with Daddy." Your hips jerk when two long, nimble fingers stroke their way across the sensitive nub.

You bite back a moan when the filthy bastard spits directly on your cunt, his hooded gaze never once leaving yours. Your core spasms as the makings of an impending orgasm begins to coil in your belly. And then he goes to do it again. This time gripping your thighs and roughly jerking your legs apart before forcing your knees towards your chest.

It's a move that you normally would've loved. But not today. Today it hurts like a bitch. You bite your lip to keep from crying out in pain as Andy lines up his straining member with your wet pussy.

"It feels like it's been so long, sweetness." Andy growls before entering you with one hard thrust. "Missed you so much."

It couldn't have been more than five days since you'd last made love. But to your adorably dramatic husband, it might as well have been a lifetime.

"Need you so fuckin' bad." He grunts, his accent growing more and more pronounced with each movement of his hips. "Missed you. Missed you. Missed you." Every time he utters that phrase it somehow manages to sound more reverent than the last.

A broken sob escapes you as the pain you're experiencing finally ebbs. Your velvet walls grip his thick cock, eagerly milking him for all he's worth. Waves of pleasure course through you as you feel his heavy sac smack against your damp flesh with each rhythmic thrust.

And then suddenly he bears down, making you take all of his weight. A sharp cry forces its way from your throat before you can catch it as you feel the muscle in your thigh threatening to snap.

"Shit!" Comes Andy's startled hiss, quickly stilling his movements. "Oh fuck!

Just like that everything stops. Well, everything except the pain that is. A lone tear spills its way down your cheek as you grit your teeth, silently begging your husband to let go of your leg.

Andy whispers your name, willing you to open your eyes and look at him. Gentle hands roam their way across your body as he tries to locate the source of the pain.

"Fuck, I - open up those pretty eyes for me, baby." He murmurs with a hint of panic in his tone. "Need you to tell me what's wrong. Did I hurt you?"

"Nooo!" You whine when he goes to move your leg in an attempt to lower it back onto the bed. "Ju-just gimme a sec. Please."

The muscle was now so fucking tight you were afraid to even move it.

"Okay, you can have a couple seconds. But then I'm gonna need you to use your words and tell me what hurts and where." Andy pleads as he places his hands on either side of your slightly trembling thigh. "Is it here?"

"Yeah!" You wail as another tear cascades down your cheek to join the first. "I'm sorry."

You try to pull away from him when he begins to lightly massage the sore muscle, not that you manage to get very far. As it is, you're in too much pain. And even if you weren't, your much larger husband was faster than you - even on a good day.

"Okay, okay. No need to be sorry, little love. Can you tell me if it's the muscle?"

You nod, throwing an arm over your eyes as your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Alright, Baby Girl. I'm gonna shift things a little. Hold on." Andy slowly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling cold and empty. It was definitely one of your least favorite feelings. You can tell that he's trying not to jostle you too much, even as he works to flip you onto your front.

"I'm sorry." You tell him again, grateful that your words are now at least somewhat muffled by a pillow.

"Hush." He grunts before straddling your legs, his knees resting on either side of yours. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the muscle in your right thigh feels incredibely tight."

"Yep." You whimper through clenched teeth. "Right there in the center. Feels like there's a knot or something."

Andy blows out a concerned breath as he goes to work massaging the area. "Like I just said, it's fucking tight. Almost as if you've strained it." Eventually, the stiffness begins to ease.

As the pain dulls, you notice your husband has gone suspiciously quiet. So quiet and thoughtful that you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Andy..."

"We're gonna need to ice this, Princess." He hums, pressing a kiss to sweet kiss to the rounded globes of your ass. "And maybe get you in to see a doctor or something. I know I was being rough, but nothing on you should be this tight."

Another beat of silence passes before he finally speaks again. "Did I...did I hurt you anywhere else, sweet girl?" His tone comes out low and gruff.

You feel your heart seize in your chest. "Not you." Groaning, you attempt to flip yourself over. It takes a couple of tries - mostly because your husband refuses to move.

"Take it easy for me, sweetheart." Andy implores, his expressive blue eyes openly examining every inch of you as he worriedly hovers above your tense form. "Now, where else does it hurt?"

"You didn't, Big Man. It's my fault - I don't think I stretched right after my last workout or something." You reach up to cup his face, the pad of your thumb tenderly caressing his chiseled jaw.

"I - I shouldn't have handled you like that, Baby Girl. I was too rough." He drops a loving kiss on the soft skin of your palm. "Got caught up in the moment and ended up twisting you like a goddamned pretzel."

"Shh, Andy Bear. You know I love it when you twist me up. I get so fucking wet when you go deep like that, I always cum hard as fuck when I feel you in my belly, Daddy."

You offer him a playful smile when you feel his half-hard cock twitch against your leg.

"Stop trying to distract me, little girl." Relief fills you when you notice a hint of a grin flit across his handsome features.

"I am not." You pout, pulling his head down to yours.

"Yes, you are." He snarls softly before catching your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly. "I'm onto your games, brat. But I'm afraid nobody's getting twisted up into anything until we take care of that sore muscle. Now turn over."

"But why?" You ask with a whine even as you move to comply.

"Because Daddy's going to give you a full body rub down, Baby Girl." Andy slowly rises from the bed and pads towards the bathroom, but not before delivering a swift blow to your upturned ass. "And when I'm convinced I've got feeling good and loose to my satisfaction, I'll consider giving you my cock."

Fuck. You hated when your sweet ogre was right.

"When you're finished with me, can I at least tie you up and rub you down too?" Your question elicits a chuckle from your husband as he rummages through one of your draws to retrieve your oils.

"We'll see, Princess." Comes his indulgent reply as he makes his way back over to you clutching two vials, mostly likely Ylang Ylang and Jasmine since those two scents often paired well together. "Although, I think you should know that I'm not very happy with you right now."

Andy pours a small amount of oil into his palm as he climbs onto the bed. He rubs his hands together, doing his best to warm it before gingerly taking hold of your left ankle so that he can begin by massaging the ball of your foot.

It feels so fucking good that you don't even care that you're about to be on the receiving end of a lecture.

"Okay, Andy." You murmur lazily, resting your head on your arms.

"If you insist on overdoing it at the gym, then you're going to need to make sure you stretch properly before and after." His clever hands move to your heel before eventually switching to the other foot.

"Uh huh." Now he's working on your left calf, kneading and rubbing any residual soreness out of the languid muscles.

"And I've gotta tell you, baby...I don't really have a lot of faith in your shit-for-brains trainer. He should've stretched you out more and -" Your husband abruptly cuts himself off as his train of thought derails all on its own. "Actually, come to think of it, I don't like the thought of his grimy hands even touching you."

Oops. Looks like your Big Man was going down the rabbit hole. Better put a stop to it.

"Alright." Is all you can muster through your bliss-filled haze.

"Does he touch you?" There's a hard edge to Andy's tone, letting you know he's getting closer and closer to going off the deep end. "Is he inappropriate? Has he ever gotten a little too handsy?"

"No. No. And also no." You quickly reassure him as he skillfully manipulates your body in the most delicious of ways.

"Good. But I still don't like the fucker." He grouses, all the while completely ignoring the fact that he'd never even met the man. "How many more sessions do you have with him, Baby Girl?"

"One." The word floats out on the heels of a dreamy sigh.

"Fine. I'll allow it." Andy returns his attention back to the source of your original problem - your possibly strained thigh.

Oh thank you, my most gracious and benevolent husband. You think to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"But after that I'm training you from now on, Baby Girl. And you have my word that I'll make sure to stretch you right both before and after we work up a sweat."

"Kay." You feel your body stir through the midst of your relaxation as a familiar warmth pools in your belly.

"I think you'll find my fee to be pretty reasonable as well." Andy continues as his hands come to rest on your ass. The sound of a wet slap cracks through the air before being quickly followed by another. "In return for worshiping this body and all of it's luscious curves, all I require from you is your obedience and...your orgasms."

Woah! Sometimes your man could drive quite the hard bargain.

"Oh, is that all?" You muse, throwing him a teasing grin over your shoulder.

"Yes." He responds with a solemn nod. "That would be correct. I'm going to need all of your orgasms. Every single one."

Giggling softly, you take a moment to consider his proposal. "Looks like you've got yourself a new client, Andy Bear. Hope you'll be able to fit me into your busy schedule, otherwise I'll have to keep Derek on standby."

"What the fuck have I told you about mentioning another man's name in our bed, Baby Girl?" He raises one imperious looking brow.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Forgiven. Now, how about we seal this deal with a kiss?" Andy doesn't bother waiting for your response before flipping you over to your back and settling himself on his knees in front of you once more.

You nod eagerly, offering up your mouth for the taking. Only to be surprised when your husband's head begins to slowly lower in the direction of the sweet spot between your parted thighs, his eyes darkening at the sight of your throbbing pussy.

And then the realization finally dawns. Your man wanted a kiss.

"Mmhm. And I'm afraid I'm gonna have to be very, very thorough." Andy affirms with a playful grin. "Now open wide for Daddy, baby. I think it's about time for your first warm up."

END

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[supernovafics]

𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐓

pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k words

summary: in which you and andy are going through a divorce, for reasons that were mainly his doing. however, most nights, you find it way too hard to stay away from him. 

warnings: explicit language, implied smut (not fully described), mentions of cheating (on andy’s part), lots of angst

author’s note: first time posting a fic in what feels like forever lmao hope y’all enjoy!<33 (full folklore series masterlist here)

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and if i'm dead to you, why are you at the wake? cursing my name, wishing i stayed. look at how my tears ricochet.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

As much as you hated to admit it, the fact that you didn’t know where anything was in Andy’s condo bothered you. 

In hindsight, it did make complete sense, he had recently moved in, and you really shouldn’t have known what any part of it even looked like. However, it still felt wrong to you that you couldn’t find anything as simple as a mug.

You padded around the kitchen, rummaging through the various cabinets and noticing that most of them were fully stocked but not with what you wanted. Nothing but Andy’s t-shirt covered your body, and you ignored the slight shiver that ran down your spine as your bare feet walked across the hardwood floors. 

“What are you looking for?”

You turned your attention to Andy, who was standing by the door to his bedroom. “Mug. Glass. Anything I can put some water in.”

He simply nodded and walked over to open up a cabinet, which just so happened to be the next one you were about to check, and took a glass from it. He then went to the refrigerator and filled the glass with water before handing it to you. 

“Thank you,” You muttered before taking a long sip. It was in that moment of silence that you took note of the fact that Andy wasn’t wearing anything aside from his boxer briefs. 

It should’ve been easy, and in a small way, it even felt like it could be. You could set the glass down next to you, pull Andy’s lips to yours, and let him lift you up on the kitchen island and fuck you on the countertop. 

In fact, if a similar moment had occurred two years ago, that’s exactly what would’ve happened next. However, now you couldn’t allow that to happen, at least not again tonight. Your mind had finally caught up with your previous actions and had already begun screaming at you to leave his condo. 

Lately, you had been getting hit with random bits of sadness when you thought about how the man in front of you went from being your best friend to one of the people you hated most. For the time being, though, you decided to push that sad thought to the side. 

Your eyes took a look at the time that was displayed on the microwave. 1:02a.m. 

You took a quick sip from your glass and then set it down on the counter. “I should go.”

 “Stay,” Andy said as he took the smallest step closer to you and let his hand reach under his t-shirt you were wearing and graze your bare hip. 

You fought the urge to instinctively lean into his touch and instead moved away from it. “This shouldn’t have happened, Andy.”

Even in the darkness, you could see the smirk playing on his lips. “And yet somehow it always does.”

The truth behind his words made you angry, more so at yourself than at him. You were the one that called him that night eight months ago. The two of you had already been living apart from one another for two months, yet it still felt so weird not to have his presence right next to you at night. It was hard to admit it or even recognize it, but you were lonely. 

So, you called him, and of course, he answered. And then, of course, he came over and stayed until neither of you felt lonely anymore. 

What happened that night, and the subsequent ones that followed, didn’t change anything between you two, though. The divorce was still happening, and you were still certain that you wanted it to happen. And it was so close to being final, and although neither of you had said it aloud yet, both of you knew that nights like those and this one couldn’t happen anymore once it was. 

And right then, with Andy standing across from you in his kitchen, you were finally the one to say what you and he had yet to say to each other. “This can’t happen anymore.”

You didn’t allow him any chance to respond to your words before you were heading back to the bedroom, quickly pulling Andy’s shirt off of you and beginning to gather your clothes off of the floor. 

Andy stood by the door and simply watched you put on your bra and underwear and then the black dress that you had shown up in. You wanted him to say something, but you didn’t know exactly what you wanted him to say, and you also didn’t know how you’d react to whatever he did say. So, when he ultimately didn’t say anything and instead walked you to his front door once you were completely dressed and ready to go, you internally sighed in relief. 

“I’ll see you Friday,” You told him before walking out the door. “When we finalize everything.”

He nodded at your words. “Okay.” 

He didn’t make any move to close the door behind you, and you didn’t make any move to start walking away. You knew that he wanted you to change your mind. To walk back into his new home, curl up under his blankets, and let him wrap his arms around you and hold you until the sun came up. 

The thought alone made your heart squeeze a bit because of how much you missed that, as simple and mundane as it was. However, you knew that you would be an idiot if you allowed that to happen again. 

Still sleeping with him was one thing, even though you weren’t really proud of it. It was simply the comfortability of it all that kept pushing you back to him every few nights. It was easier to go to him when you felt lonely than a random stranger from some app. 

However, you could not give Andy more than that. Mainly because he didn’t deserve it, but also because you couldn’t allow yourself to have even just a taste of what used to be because you were scared of how much you’d want it back, and it would hurt like hell knowing that you couldn’t have it.

You didn’t say anything before you simply walked away and heard the quiet click of the door closing behind you a few moments later. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“did i deserve, babe, all the hell you gave me? 'cause i loved you, i swear i loved you 'til my dying day.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sometimes it was almost too easy to forget all of the shit Andy put you through in recent years. When you simply looked at him and didn’t allow yourself to think about how things ended, you could see him as the man you fell in love with. The man that gave you his sweatshirt on your first date nearly a decade ago when it started pouring down rain, and he didn’t care about himself getting wet; he just wanted to make sure that you didn’t. 

However, just as easy as it was to forget, it was also easy to be reminded of what pulled you two apart in the first place. The betrayal that, at most times, still felt so fucking fresh. 

That was what you were thinking about when you entered your lawyer’s office. It made you remember why all of this was happening in the first place. 

It felt both sad and funny how easy this final part was. Both you and Andy signing your names to a document that somehow put a final, tangible ending to the eight-year marriage. Although, in your heart and mind, it had been over for months. 

You avoided eye contact with Andy the entire time, instead allowing your and his respective lawyer’s to do the majority of the talking. There was nothing that you felt as if you needed to say at that moment. 

Honestly, you just wanted it all to be over, and with Andy’s final signature, it was. 

You found yourself alone with him in the elevator on the ride down to the parking lot, and it wasn’t too shocking how silent the ride was and how awkward it felt. 

Andy was the one to ultimately break the silence, although you wouldn’t have minded if it had prevailed. “I’m gonna miss you.”

You took a quick glance at the man next to you before returning your gaze forward. “You can’t say stuff like that.”

“But if it’s the truth?”

You were quick to shake your head at him. “It’s not true.”

“I am gonna miss you, Y/N.”

The elevator dinged before you could mutter out a response. However, you were grateful for the “saved by the bell” moment because you had no idea what you would have said to Andy anyway. 

A part of you wanted to yell at him and tell him that this was all his fault, that none of this would have happened if he hadn’t cheated. That the two of you could have maybe fixed the problems that were already prevailing in the marriage if he hadn’t made that horrible decision. 

However, you were far past the anger stage of grief. So, instead of yelling at him and saying that he didn’t deserve to miss you, you simply said, “Bye, Andy.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“and i can go anywhere i want. anywhere i want, just not home. and you can aim for my heart, go for blood. but you would still miss me in your bones.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You didn’t find it surprising that you once again found yourself feeling lonely in the house that was now solely yours and in the bed that you knew that soon you would need to get rid of because of how much it reminded you of Andy. 

You shifted around in the bed and grabbed your phone from the nightstand, quickly checking the time; 1:38a.m. It slightly upset you that you only managed to sleep for a little over two hours before your body forced you awake. 

Before placing your phone back down, you noticed the missed call, voicemail, and text notifications that took up most of your home screen. They were only from a little over thirty minutes ago, and all from Andy.  

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you clicked on the text message notification and started reading the few short sentences that Andy sent. 

Andy: I’m sorry. Don’t listen to that voicemail. It was dumb and I’m stupid right now. And a little drunk. I really am sorry. 

You didn’t say anything in response to the message and instead went straight to the voicemail. Your finger lingered over the delete button because you knew that whatever was said in that voicemail would probably only leave you feeling conflicted and sad, especially since Andy didn’t want you to listen to it. 

However, you were too curious not to. So you pressed play on the voicemail and put it on speaker. 

“Hey,” Andy breathed out, and just from the simple one word, you could tell he was drunk. You’d known him long enough to be able to easily recognize almost anything about him. 

“I should’ve known that you wouldn’t answer. It’s so late, and you’re probably asleep. Also, I know I shouldn’t even be calling you right now, but something told me to. Maybe it’s the whiskey. Wait, scratch that, it’s definitely the whiskey.”

“Things between us have been over for a while now; although you’d still come over here some nights, and I’d go to you other nights. But now we signed the papers, and it’s truly over. And fuck, that feels so insane.” 

“I really was telling the truth in the elevator earlier; I’m gonna miss you. Actually, saying it like that is a lie. I’m not going to miss you, Y/N. I already miss you. So fucking much.”

You hated how much you could hear the honesty behind his words. It made you despise the fact that you knew him so well. 

“And, of course, I know it’s all my fault because I fucked everything up. And I regret it every goddamn day. And I wish it never happened. And I wish I hadn’t been such a fucking idiot. I love you, and I always will. I know that’s unfair to say, but it really is the truth.”

“God, I don’t even know what I just rambled on about for a minute and a half. Shit, I really hope you don’t listen to this. Maybe there’s a way I can delete it. Fuc–.”

As soon as the voicemail ended, you fully regretted listening to it. It left you feeling just like you had predicted; confused and sad. And right then, you truly didn’t want to be feeling either of those things. 

Ever since the two of you separated yet decided to continue “visiting” one another, it was always in the moments after you slept with Andy that a feeling of peace would wash over you. Once the immediate feelings of pleasure and euphoria subsided, they were always replaced with peace. 

That feeling, though, would only last for a moment before you were knocked right back into reality, and your brain finally caught up with your previous actions, and it realized what you were doing and who you were doing it with. 

For some reason, at that moment in your bed, you were craving that feeling of peace, as fleeting as it always was. Therefore, once again, you decided to partake in another impulsive decision that would probably end badly. 

The call only rang two times before Andy picked up. “Hey,” He didn’t sound as inebriated as he had in the voicemail. 

You took a minor pause before simply saying, “Hi.”

“You listened to it?”

A part of you debated lying to him, but you ultimately decided against it. “Yeah. You know how curious I am. I couldn’t not listen to it.”

“I’m sorry,” Andy was quick to tell you. “For leaving it in the first place.”

You didn’t know how to respond to that. Of course, you wished that he hadn’t sent the voicemail because of how it left you feeling, but you also found yourself glad to have heard his honesty in it. 

“I wish things were different,” Andy spoke again before you could say anything. 

“Me too,” You muttered, biting your lip and screwing your eyes shut to stop the abrupt well of tears from spilling. 

A mixed wave of emotions washed over you at that moment. The most prominent one being that all too familiar feeling of loneliness. 

Although an apple-sized lump was sitting heavy in your throat, you still managed to speak. “Can you come over?”

It was quiet on Andy’s end for a brief moment, which made you second guess yourself for a few seconds. “You sure?”

No, you weren’t. You weren’t really sure of anything at that point, but that didn’t stop you from saying, “Yes.”

“Okay,” Andy said, his voice soft. “I’ll be there in twenty.”

Internally, you promised yourself that this time would actually be the last. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“i didn't have it in myself to go with grace, and so the battleships will sink beneath the waves.”

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Andy getting accused of cheating on his wife with his work wife because no one knows they are married. She wanted to make a name for herself so she kept going by her maiden name at work

“I think its disgusting.” Your ears pique at the sound of gossip, and you try to be nonchalant when you raise your head and look at the two women standing near the copier, whispering between themselves.

“He’s cheating on his wife, with her.” Your hand nearly flies to your mouth to hide your biting laugh, immediately catching on to what they’re talking about.

Or rather, who they’re talking about.

“Mr. Barber has a wife at home, she should keep her damn nose out of other people’s marriage.” They look at you, brashly throwing you a dirty look before the door to your department opens and Andy walks inside with a pair of coffees in his hand.

“She’s married too. Did you see the rock on her hand? Gold-digger can’t get enough dick-“

Your husband is as beautiful as ever, thick beard giving him an air of woodsy intrigue and masculinity. He’s tall, absolutely squandering your height with his own, a different that is both a turn on to you and him.

“Mr. Barber, good morning.” They greet him with warmth and endearment, snidely look you over when you stand. You walk around the desk to greet him with a quick kiss to the cheek and a soft laugh when he sits on your desk and pulls you into his chest, hands cupping his neck.

“This feels like an HR violation.” You mumble softly, looking at him through your lashes.

“I have an in with HR. In fact,” he slips his hand down your back, toying with you, “I think my HR insider should spend the next hour across my desk-“

“Mr. Barber!” One of the women squawks, her shrill protest cutting the moment short. “You have a wife!”

“Relax, Piety Prudence.” Andy’s chuckle reverberated against you. “Y/N is my wife, we have different last names.”

“I kept my maiden name.” You turned your head and flashed them a victorious grin, enjoying their stalwart silence and shock. “I guess that makes me his homely wife and his dirty mistress.”

“God, I love it when you’re dirty.” Andy grins and yanks you even closer, smacking your ass for shock and awe. “Come see me in my office in ten minutes, we have to have a discussion.”

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his bestfriend over to gift you a special present

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, spanking, oral (f receiving), authority kink, dirt talk – like a lot, threesome obviously, light degrading and praise

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so this was originally for @georgiapeach30513 as a birthday gift but sadly it took forever to finish!! I still hope you enjoy it 😂, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you wanna know when I post turn on notifications! Like, reblog and comment !!!! some thinks may not make sense but I hope they do cuz I was tired while ending this thing

You woke up from the feeling of soft kisses between your shoulder plates. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the piercing blue eyes of your husband. "Good morning my love," he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss.

“Are you ready for today?” He asked once you broke the kiss. “Well, I'm very curious about what you have planned…,” you giggled.

Your husband stood up from the bed which was when you noticed he was in an apron. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom calling, “stay in bed!”

You watched him walk away, your eyes wide as you saw that he wore nothing but the apron. That man was going to be the death of you.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” complying you closed your eyes smiling, your man walked around the bed and the next thing you felt was a soft satin fabric across your eyes and bound behind your back.

Excitement flooded your veins as his hands trail down your shoulders to your naked chest. A shiver run down your spine at his icy hands gracing your nipples that hardened in an instant and a shaky escaped your lips.

His hands traced further down your body, “good thing I left you bare last night huh?” he questioned with a smirk, “you always do,” chuckling at your answer he pushed the duvet away.

The cool air hit your prickling heat. You felt him leave the bed and assumed he rounded it as you felt the bed dip in front of you and rough hands gently pulling you down.

Thumb pressing over the nub of your clit he pulled another moan from you. He rubbed circles combined with his tongue sliding in and out of your heat.

A light wave of air fell against your pussy only increasing the fire within her. You moaned loudly as his tongue latched onto your throbbing cunt, diving inside your soft walls.

Your hand found its way into his fluffy hair gripping the strands strongly. A throaty groan left his mouth.

If it weren’t for the pleasure consuming every cell of your body you would have noticed that his hair was shorter and so was the beard, only a faint stubble left. His thumb pressed harder onto your sensitive clit before he removed his hand receiving a whine from you.

His big hands took your hand and placed it on your stomach while you gripped the bed sheets with the other.

Keeping the hand secured on your stomach he used the tip of his nose to nudge you weeping core. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, occasionally closed his mouth around your labia sucking harshly. All of your senses screamed, you could only concentrate on the pleasure brought by you from him and you were close to finishing.

“Andy,” you whimpered as you felt your knot tightening.

Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you wanna come my love?” you tried to nod desperately but your head was empty already. Andy's hand stroked your cheek tenderly.

“Then come for him, come for Bucky…,” at the drop of the name everything in you stopped. Promptly you set up ripping the blindfold from your eyes. You looked down and there he was, James Buchanan Barnes with his mouth covered in your juice.

“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grinned up at you.

You had no idea how to react. It had always had this little fantasy of yours to have a threesome with Andy and his bestfriend; Bucky.

The fantasy first came up when Andy and you had date night and you got tipsy revealing this secret to him but hope Andy would have forgotten it by now. Another day you had a chat about your boundaries, for both of you it was important to communicate, and you gave consent on surprises however if something did happen you didn’t like there was a save word.

“Do you like your birthday present my love?” Andy whispered, his hand stroking your stomache in a smoothing manner.

Your speechlessness caused Andy to worry and Bucky catched on, “doll if you don’t want this I can go, and we forget this ever happened.” “Bucky is right my love, we can stop right now.” Your husband added.

“No, no…I want this,” you muttered as you gained your thoughts back. Andy took your hand in his, “are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure,” smiling at him you squeezed his hand.

Bucky looked up at you with the same on his mind, “it’s okay, I promise Buck,” “the moment you’re uncomfortable-,” “I say the save word, seems like Andy filled you all in.” Bucky chuckled at your answer and nodded.

The former soldier pulled of his glove revealing his metal arm, a big part of your fantasies. “Come on man! We’re completely naked and you take off your glove?” Andy cut through your thoughts, and you had to agree with him. “You want me to take off my clothes doll?” his ocean blue eyes caused you to fall into a daze.

A firm hand on your chin pulled you back, “tell me doll, tell me what I should do.” Your breath hitched, Andy gave your hips a firm squeeze to give you a shot of confidence.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered Bucky while trying to keep your voice steady. With a smirk Bucky obeyed and stood up starting to remove his blue henley followed by his dark jeans which only left him in his boxers. “All of it,” you added your voice slipping.

“Nah, you gotta earn it now.” Looking at him dumbfounded something snapped in you, “no, no. You told me to say what I want, and I want you to take all of your clothes off.”

Without missing a beat Andy gave you a smack on your thighs receiving a yelp from you, “behave or the fun’s over,” he growled. Bucky on the other found you amusing, “don’t worry Andy, I can handle it,” he reassured his friend before turning you, “did the excitement make you dumb already? I never said to tell me what you want me to do, I said tell me what I should do. I want and should is quite the difference doll.”

Andy couldn’t stop his laughter when he saw your expression, not only did you have a smart mouth outside the bed but also in bed and mix that with your bratty attitude you get a little sex monster as Andy liked to call it.

“I know the difference between the words,” you snapped receiving another slap on your thigh. “I’ve got enough of your attitude, we’ve got a guest and you’re acting like a brat,” Andy scowled you. Bucky watched the whole interaction with a grin, his metal hand sneaked up your thigh as you glared at Andy.

His middle finger slid up your slit collecting your juice with a knowing glint in his eyes before entering your leaking hole. The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly, Bucky curled his finger hitting the exact spot.

Bucky added another finger as he looked up at you, “that shut your smart mouth for now?”

You wanted to sass him but were scared he’d take his fingers away and the second he added his tongue on your clit your head was empty.

Andy watched with admiration how Bucky pleasured you, he couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made. The whimper when Bucky would slow down his fingers or the almost pornographic moan when he hit your sweet spot, your high-pitched moans that mixed with whimpers as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Bucky didn't feel any different, his cock hardened from the sounds you made. Lifting his head from your core he looked at Andy with pleading eyes, "can I kiss her?"

With an approving nod Andy gave him the permission to kiss you. Bucky slipped his tongue into your open mouth, toying yours. Instantly your hand reached for his neck pulling him closer, a fight of dominance occurred which you knew you'd lose.

Andy stroked his cock while watching the scene in front of him play out. However he needed you now. Gripping your neck he pulled you away from Bucky's kiss catching you in his own siren kiss.

You felt like little fireworks were exploding in your stomach as you kissed Andy, nothing compared to him.

As he kissed you he rubbed himself against your backside, "Andy," you whimpered. Your husband's hand trailed down to your pussy stopping Bucky's movements. He drove his hands into the brown hair of the former soldier before latching onto his roots.

Bucky groaned as Andy tugged his head back, "you did a good job so far…however now it's my turn, but she can suck your cock if she begs well enough."

"I haven't made her come yet," Bucky said in a strained voice to which your husband chuckled, "you'll get the chance soon enough, but first she's gotta learn how to speak with our guests." Something about the way they talked about you made you more horny than before.

You couldn’t wait for Andy to turn around, right now Andy was still nice and more forgiving but if you pushed him far enough he would become the mean daddy that wanted to breed you and fuck you raw. Though chances were high he would be holding back since Bucky was present….

“And my love don’t even think about testing my limits, I wanted to give you something nice and you’re already acting like a little brat,” Andy whispered to you barely audible to Bucky.

Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.

You looked up at him as he laid his hand softly on your cheek. Bucky admired you, for as long as he had known you he wanted you but had to hold his thoughts back until one day Andy stood on his front porch with the idea of a threesome as a birthday present for you. He had to admit that he was surprised Andy would even be into it.

Your hand sneaked to his boxers palming his hard cock and receiving a low groan from him. A big grin spread across your face at his reaction, then a hand slapped yours away. "I told you to beg for his cock," Andy’s voice startled you, his hand coming up gripping your chin.

With a defeated whimper your eyes drifted to Bucky, "please, please sir let me suck your cock. Let me be your cock slur, please I really, really want to taste you," you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Said man let out a low groan, "yes, god yes, Andy please let her suck my cock," Bucky now looked deep into the blue eyes of Andy who had a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Awww I expected her to be whiny but you? How good of you to ask for permission, that's what a good boy like you does…look at that my love. This is how a good sub behaves and not like a brat," Andy cooed as he grabbed Bucky's hair by its roots and pulled his face close to his, "you deserve a reward," was all he said before kissing Bucky deeply.

Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you and you got a tingly feeling in your cunt. As Andy pulled away a knowing smirk graced his lips, "you liked that huh?" no words were able to leave your mouth, but yes, yes you liked it very much.

Andy was like a drug for you and in combination with Bucky it was like you were in a continuous bliss of pleasure. Then your husband grabbed your hips to pull you onto his lap, right over his hard cock causing him to groan at the contact while you gave a pathetic whine.

"Suck his cock while I spank your pretty little ass and don't forget to say 'thank you, may I have another?' We will do ten for now unless you act out." Andy whispered against the shell of your ear and bent you over his lap while Bucky got in position.

Finally you were able to admire Bucky's throbbing cock, unlike Andy he was short yet thicker and you wondered if you could even fit him inside your cunt today. It had taken Andy several days to get you adjusted to his length, he prepped you with toys to make it easier for you as well as tease you.

You gently grabbed Bucky's thick cock, slowly moving your hand along to feel every vein. A loud smack, Andy’s first spank came suddenly with full surprise as you were lost in admiring the cock in front of you which you squeezed unintentionally at the sudden contact. It didn't hurt, the first one never did, but if you didn't thank him it would hurt a lot more, "thank you sir, may I have another?" You questioned meekly to Andy who grinned at you, "of course, my love," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.

You lowered your head down on Bucky's length collecting the precum from his mushroom-formed tip with your tongue, the raspy moan you got in response let a shot of warmth spread through your cunt.

Wanting to trade him you licked a long strip over the certain vein popping from his dick. Instantly Bucky locked his hand in the roots of your hair to control your movements. He looked up to Andy for a moment who gave him an encouraging nod. Just as Bucky pushed his cock to the back of your throat Andy gave you another spank, "thank you, sir, may I have another?" came your muffled voice from Bucky's dick, the vibrations sending him into more bliss.

"You're doing good, my love," Andy said as he stroked over your light red flesh and immediately sent another. Bucky pulled off his cock letting you take a breath, your eyes already stained with tears. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you whimpered.

The sight of you taking Bucky's dick made Andy even hornier and he desperately needed to be inside you. The grinding of your hips against his hard member showed him you needed him just as much. As you licked the former soldier again and concentrated on him Andy took the opportunity to slowly insert himself inside your vagina.

A gasp left your lips as you felt Andy stretching you out. "Oh, god sir…please," your husband wasn't moving and it was pure torture.

To take your mind back to him Bucky retook control of your movements on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, "yes, such a good little cockspur aren't you? Couldn't get enough and now you're filled with two cocks," he said as his orgasm built up, "dammit doll, imma come soon, very soon."

Andy laid his hand on your ass, squeezing your flesh as a method to hold on. You grew impatient and bucked your hips onto his, "fuck love, I know, I know but you're still as tight as a virgin." Then finally your husband began moving, harsh, pointed thrusts against your cervix.

Thanks to his experience with you over the years he knew exactly where to find your g-spot. Loud moans rose from your throat that were muffled everytime Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.

Your husband landed another spank on your raw flesh as he kept pounding into you, "thank you, sir, may I have–" before you were able to finish your words Andy blew two spanks on your ass, "thank you, sir, may I have another? Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you repeated twice, you could already imagine how red your ass had to be.

"I'm coming!" Bucky moaned as he thrusted his hips against your mouth, filling your mouth with his seed before slowly pulling out and painting your face with the rest of his cum.

At the sight of you covered in Bucky's cum, Andy forgot about the spanking and the only thing in his mind was chasing his and your orgasm. He knew you were already close by the way your thighs clenched together, "it's okay my love, come for sir. Be the good little cockspur Bucky said you are…," endorphins exploded in your body at Andy's words and the knot in your stomach tore apart resulting in Andy following you suit and painting your walls white with his cum.

You tried rolling over but Andy held you in a tight grip, "Oh, you don't think we're finished yet do you my love?" "Yes, I still have to make you come and squeeze my thick cock in that tight little cunt of yours doll."

yeah I did that. I just ended it here

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[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

pairings: andy barber x reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut

summary: you and andy reminisce the day you first met

a/n: my first time writing for our favourite dilf. please be nice xx

- italics are flashbacks-

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“Andy... wake up, baby.” you whispered.

You smiled as you felt Andy murmur incoherently against your skin as he tucked his head further into your neck. You ran your fingers up and down his back as he huffed.

“Andyyy,” you dragged out the ‘y’, hoping it would annoy him into waking up.

And apparently, it did.

He groaned as he rolled onto his side, opening his eyes begrudgingly. His long eyelashes fluttered as his bright blue eyes light up. You smiled as you took in the pink pillow mark on his cheek and his messy bed-head. You reached out and ruffled his hair as he grumbled and moved away from you.

“Meanie.”

Andy laughed as he rolled over again, pinning you under him. He placed your wrists above your head and held them in one of his hands. The second you were disarmed, kisses were peppered all over your face, neck, shoulders, jaw, his beard tickling you to the point you were writhing and squealing under him.

“And- Andy! Okay, okay, s-stop!” you screamed.

With a laugh, Andy stopped his attack on you and rolled over - again. He pulled you into him as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Do you remember?”

“I do. Do you?”

“Obviously. You were wondering around town like a lost puppy.” he laughed.

You hit his chest gently, “I was not!”

******

You were new to this part of time. You were a student at the university nearby and decided to explore the quaint town, nearby... only problem, you had no idea where you were going. You wrapped your jacket closer around as the snow came down heavier. You sighed in disappointment as you saw the shutters on the shop windows.

There was hardly anyone around, but you kept walking, hoping to find somewhere you could go. You passed a large Christmas tree near the town centre, its large branches layered with bright snow. You smiled, looking up, thinking about how that was a perfect picture opportunity. You patted your jacket, before realising you had forgotten it. Stupid. You hated clichés, but it seemed like this day was turning into one.

You shivered as the snow came down, even heavier that before. Your rushed to the side, looking for a bus stop you could maybe take shelter under. You were wandering around for a while, with no luck, before you saw a pair of bright headlights. A man stepped out and you rushed towards him, without a second thought.

******

“I still can’t believe you didn’t check the weather!”

“I forgot my phone, okay?!”

******

“Get in!” the man shouted, due to the distance and the sound of the wind.

You rushed towards him as you got into his car. Looking back, you could tell it was a stupid idea, but all you thought about in that moment, was getting out of the cold.

You sighed as you threw your head back and rested it on the headrest.

“Thank you.” you spoke, slightly out of breath.

“What on earth were you doing out there?!” he exclaimed.

“I just wanted to look around town, but then it started snowing heavily and there was no shelter and I realised I forgot my phone and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s fine.” he soothed, stopping your rambling. “I’m Andy.”

“Y/N.” you smiled, reaching out and shaking his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get you warm.”

The two of you talked all the way back to his house, about what you were studying, what he did for a job, how you should’ve known there was a small blizzard approaching. You felt comfortable around him and you knew you were truly fucked when butterflies erupted in your belly every time he touched you.

He gave you his clothes at home, as well as a blanket and some hot chocolate. The two of you talked into the night and you woke up in his arms. He asked you out on a date before you left, and the rest was history.

******

“Y’know, I still remember thinking, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

“Oh, shut up,” you smiled.

“I’m serious!” after a small pause, he continued. “I still don’t know how I got so lucky.” Andy brought you impossibly closer to him, pressing his forehead to yours. You felt your cheeks heat up, you still got flustered at the close proximity, even after all this time.

“I love you Andy, so much.” you whispered.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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