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slyyywriting · 2 years
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Plan B
Pairings: Dark!Mob! Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Mob! Andy Barber x Reader, Dark!Mob! Steve Rogers x Reader
Summary: Ari and Andy extract information from you by any means necessary.
Wordcount: 2.4k
Warnings: NONCON!, vaginal penetration, anal, blowjob, edging, creampie, gun violence, mob related violence, surprise stepcest
18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF RESPECTFULLY! HEED THE WARNINGS! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!
A/N: I'm reposting this because I accidentally deleted the original upload. I thought I deleted a scheduled reblog but nope. Shoulda known better than to do things without my glasses. My bad. Anyways. Sinday thought? Sinday thought. AGAIN I'm declaring you as an accomplice @kenniteaa lol take two
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“Hold her open for me will ya, Barber? Nice and wide, just like that.” Andy’s large palms squeeze your thighs as he spreads you open—more open than you already were. Your back was pressed against his large chest, heaving and sweaty after he’d fucked you within an inch of your life only to deny you of your impending orgasm. All the while, his behemoth of a partner watched as he took his clothes off one by one. And now it looks like it’s his turn. Lucky you.
You whimper when Ari taps his cock on your clit, swollen and covered in your own juices. The same slick that Andy drew out of you. You were sopping wet, you were sure that you could solve the drought in the state of California. The little thought makes you giggle weakly causing the hairy giant in front of you to raise an eyebrow to the equally hairy Adonis behind you.
“What’s so funny, princess?” Andy kisses the side of your neck before biting into your skin. You were going to be covered with bruises by the time this whole ordeal was over. Yippy. But you shake your head weakly, dizzy from your previous denial.
“Still not talking, toots?” you scoff but Ari cuts off another comment with one swift and heavy thrust inside you. A moan escapes your lips as you bow forward, hands scrambling purchase on Andy’s biceps. With no time to adjust, Ari begins to pull back out and back inside you again, his skin slapping yours as his pace starts off viciously. “Don’t worry, toots. We’ll make you squeal.”
Andy and Ari take turns with you. Edging you over and over again until your body becomes limp, pliant—weak. You whimper into Ari’s cock as he hits the back of your throat and Andy pounds you from behind. You were kneeling on your bedroom floor’s fluffy carpet, fucked until your vision is foggy. You were about to pass out when you tap Ari’s thigh, once, twice before whimpering again.
The man finally relents with his thrusting, thinking that you were about to cum. He pulls out and his cock is shiny with your spit. He cups himself almost lost in the way your throat wrapped around him. Andy does the same and pulls back from you, his dick hard and sloppy. He’s never had a pussy like yours, tight and so fucking wet, he’d almost blown his load off if it weren’t for Ari leading the retreat.
You cough and lean on your arms as you catch your breath. With your ass still up, Andy gets treated with the view of your puffy cunt clenching over nothing, hole so inviting as it slowly goes back into your natural shape. One without his cock inside you, something he regrets as the seconds tick by.
“I’ll tell you—please, I can’t—please,” you heave as you try to speak, voice hoarse from being used.
“Alright, toots. We’re listening.” Ari pulls you up by the elbow and carries you over your bed, thrashed already from the way they were throwing and passing you between them what felt like hours before.
Andy nods to his long haired associate and disappears into the en suite. When he emerges, Ari has you cradled on his lap, running a soothing hand on your back and telling you affirmations. You nod lightly with everything he says, clutching on to the sheets wrapped around you like it was a lifeline. He kneels to the bed beside the both of you and presses a glass of water to your lips. You take big gulps, water spilling from your mouth and down your exposed chest. Both men follow the trail of the water, exchanging knowing looks.
“He’s—he’s hiding Florida,” you admit to the two mobsters who invaded your house when you got home. They were waiting for you in the shadows and pounced right when you entered your bedroom. “In his Miami penthouse—there was a deal of some kind tomorrow. I don’t know, he doesn’t let me in on the business.”
Big fat tears rolls down your cheeks as you speak and Ari makes to shush you while Andy picked up his phone to pass on the information. You apologize to Ari and cling on to his neck as he tries to comfort you, your frame shaking as he holds you closer.
“You did so well, toots. You’re such a good girl,” Ari runs his hands over you, comforting you as he goes. When Andy is done with his call, he scoots up and does the same, wiping your tears and singing you praises. “You were perfect, princess. I mean, you should have said sooner so this was avoided but then again—you like being treated this way don’t ya?”
You stop a sniffle and curl further into Ari’s neck. When Andy asks again that you like it, you shake your head but the man only chuckles darkly.
“Oh yeah?” he pries off the sheets and holds your knee to open them, swiping two fingers into your center only to find you still slick, freshly wet even. “Didn’t we tell you not to lie to us, princess?”
Ari grabs your jaw softly and turns your head to look at the state of Andy’s fingers. “Tell me toots, was it the edging or the aftercare that has you all wet again for us, huh?” you respond with a weak no, and escape the men’s touches, crawling to the foot of your bed when Ari catches you by the ankle. He pulls you down and you lie on your back as they take a foot each to spread you open again.
“No! Please! I already told you where he is, please!” fresh tears escape your eyes at the possibility of being edged again but Andy clicks his tongue.
“Don’t worry princess. No more games, this time you get to come as many times as you want.”
“That’s right toots. And you’re going to do it with our cocks in that pretty pussy.”
As the first hint of sunlight hits your windows, multiple orgasms and all your holes stuffed with Andy and Ari’s cum later, you’re sleeping peacefully in bed, the sheet kicked off as the heat and sweat of the night made your skin too sensitive and too warm for anything.
Both men were in your kitchen helping themselves with your coffee and some muffins you had around like it was their own home. Last night was not meant to happen but when they saw you in person something snapped inside the both of them that was fueling them to take you then and there. Ari was surprised that he learned how to share while Andy was surprised he was acting with his dick out.
“She’s special.” Andy finds himself saying out loud which makes Ari chuckle into his mug.
“Of course she is. Look at you sipping out of a pink cup”, Ari nods towards him. “Might keep her around.”
“Just might.”
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You wake up sore everywhere. Literally. You hobble into the bathroom as your limbs feel like you’ve been doing cross fit for the first time while your inner thighs felt like someone dropped a loony tune anvil on it. You look at yourself in the mirror confirming that you were going to be covered in bruises. Those bastards. You wince when your pussy involuntarily clenches at the thought of them. Growling at your reflection before getting into the shower.
Once you were fresh, clean and dressed in your softest cardigan and loose silk pants you peek outside your bedroom door and look for any signs of your invaders. “Hello?” shit your voice was still fucking hoarse. Stupid men with their stupidly large penises. “Andy? Ari?”
You jump with a start when someone you don’t know appears before your door, closing it further so only half your face was shown. “Good morning, Miss. The bosses have left and has instructed us to keep you here until they return. You can’t leave your apartment.”
You scoff and mumble. The hell you can’t. You slam the door shut and hobble back into your closet. Among the boxes of shoes you had you find the one you were looking for, special limited edition Loubutins with real Swarovski crystals. You open the box and place the boots softly on the floor until your reach the bottom of the cardboard and find what you were looking for. You dial one on the keypad of the burner phone and the line rings twice before someone picks up.
“The hornet’s nest is compromised. I need extraction ASAP.” You whisper into the receiver and await a response.
“Acknowledged. Rooftop in fifteen minutes.” The line clicks dead and you get off the floor.
You take a purse from one of your shelves and place the phone inside, limping over to your case of jewelry you press a button under the shelf and it pops open the felt surface revealing a hidden space below it. You take your gun and assemble it together, checking the cartridge for bullets and attaching the silencer. You tuck the gun on the band of your pants on your back and move to finding some comfortable boots. Once everything was in order you walk back out to your living room.
“I have a spa appointment and after the night I had, you better not stop me!” you announce to whoever was around your house and stomp purposely towards your door. Immediately, two dudes in black jackets rush for you just as you turn the knob open, stepping out of your door towards the elevator.
“Miss! You’re not supposed to leave!” the same guy who talked to you earlier raises his left hand for you while his right was positioned towards his waist.
You whine and stomp your feet, counting in your head the security detail. Five of them were all in view now, enough to secure you and then some. “But I feel icky! And tired!” you pout as you face the guys, lining up to prevent you from taking the elevator. “Do you have any idea what your bosses did to me last night?! Do you?”
You point at someone and his remains passive at your little tantrum. The guy again tries to coax you back inside but you groan at him. “No! I need to get a full body massage and a Plan B pill! Two of them because you have two bosses!” When you move towards the elevator again, they move backwards perfectly lined up. “Ugh! Fine!” You sigh in defeat and they all relax their stances.
You take the gun from your waist and aim at the men before you taking a shot at them—one on the chest, one of the head. Just like daddy taught you. When all men like on the floor dead, you step over their bodies and finally press get to the elevator. You take your cartridge out and replace it with a fresh one and toss the gun inside your designer bag.
Just as you reach the rooftop a helicopter lands and a man gets off, ushering you towards it. You take your seat and slump on it. “Where’s Steve?!” You yell over the coms.
“Safe! Thanks to you!” you smirk at his answer and close your eyes for the rest of the ride.
Your little nap gets cut short when the chopper lands in some field and you get ushered into an awaiting plane. You groan at the distance, thinking how your vagina was probably bleeding from all the activity she went through. But all thoughts of pain vanishes when you see the man of your dreams waiting for you just as you enter the plane’s cabin.
You run and jump into his arms, filled with glee and relief. “Daddy!”
He catches you with ease as for a minute you forget everything and everyone else. He holds you tight and slots his mouth over yours, giving you a sloppy welcome kiss as the plane jolts for take off.
“You did so well, pumpkin. I’m so proud of you. You’re the reason I’m alive, you know that?” He coaxes you as he takes his sit, you straddling his lap as he does. You nod shyly at his praises, peppering his face with kisses.
“I’ll do anything for you, daddy. I love you.”
“I know, pumpkin. Daddy loves you more.”
Steve lets you sleep in his lap as he tries to arrange your escape to Romania, his best friend’s worry clear even through the phone call. “How’s your daughter holding up?”
“Stepdaughter—“
“Whatever. How is she?” Bucky rolls his eyes even if Steve couldn’t see him.
“She’s good. Exhausted but still my cheerful little baby.” Steve pets your head and chuckles affectionately when he sees you drooling on his shirt. “Half a Xanax knocked her out. Those two assholes really did a number on her. She’s littered with bruises, Buck.”
“Well, those two are going to be littered with bullet holes. Pumpkin sent them to their graves.”
Steve responds with a curt affirmative before he hangs up. He closes his eyes and thanks his lucky stars that he trained you well enough for situations like this even if it meant that someone touched what was his.
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“That little bitch set us up!” Ari punches the wall right next to him just as the last of the men who were waiting for him and Andy hits the floor.
About thirty men were littered all across the penthouse you directed them to. Andy was bleeding from his left arm while Ari was smeared in blood, a mixture of his and someone else’s. But right now he doesn’t care. His anger is surfacing and he wants to choke the life out of you.
Andy chuckles lowly before erupting into a full blown laugh. “We did say she was special.” He looks at his partner who begins to join in on the sick joke that only the two of them seemed to know.
“All these years and we got honey potted.” Ari’s knees finally gives out and he sits by the bar, reaching over the counter for any bottle of alcohol. When he finds one he uncaps it takes a big chug. Andy walks over the various bodies and joins him, the former passing the bottle for him to take.
“From a Rogers, no less.” He drinks the liquor and winces at the burning path down his throat. Time for plan B.
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ughdontbeboring · 2 years
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Not Mine
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Andy Barber x WoC Reader
sometimes things are just for borrowing…unless you know what you want
warnings: smut, marriage talk, divorce talk, Minors DNI
sidenote: my reader is always thick but this can still be read by anyone. dont use my shit anywhere in any form. if you likes it, loves it, fucks with it then reblog and comment all that good shit!! Lots of love! I appreciate yall and the love 💚
this is the dress reader is wearing!
this is the short follow up aka blurb
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The hot Boston sun poured through the large floor to ceiling windows. The windows allowed you to see out but not to be seen into, not that it mattered, she’d still be right here even if the whole firm was watching. Shit the fucking world could be watching and she asked if they had a good enough view. 
“Look at how wet you are” the deep Boston accent made her eyes open to get a look down at herself, his long thick fingers pumping into her.
He was right, she was wet as a ocean. 
Her eyes slowly drifted up to his. Andy Barber hot shit DA stood towering over her, his stormy ocean blue eyes boring into hers while she sat spread eagle on his desk, her legs bent at the knee and hovering in the air. Her legs burn from the position and lack of support but she’s be damned if she complained with how good he was fucking her. She felt herself clench around him as her body warmed, the action causing him to smirk. He knew she got flustered whenever her gave her that eye contact. 
She broke the eye contact as her eyes screwed shut, the sensation of her orgasm creeping up on her. “Shit Andy I’m almost there”.
“I know girl, I know” He said in that voice that did something to her. It was almost degrading and she felt her stomach flip. Andy was the only one who had her into that shit. It wasn’t even something she knew she liked until Andy. 
His hand grabbed her neck forcing her face to angle up toward his. They stood their watching each other as he finger fucked her. There was a certain intimacy to the moment that she tried to ignore. She could see something had changed in Andy’s eyes over the months they’d been fucking. 
Honestly it was supposed to be just that. Fucking. Andy was a married man. Separated from his wife but married still, until they wrapped up divorce. If they ever did. She felt like it was taking forever, not that Andy made any false promises of them being together. She just didn’t know how long she could fuck with him if he stayed married any much longer. It has already been 8 months. 
Andy didn’t talk much about it and she hardly asked. She only brought it up every once in a while. A status check she’d say. Andy always had the same answer, he was still waiting on Lorie to sign. 
She didn’t care what people thought about her, but she did know their “arrangement”, if anyone ever found out could be used against him and labeled a affair and in turn effect his job. Even if they didn’t start talking until they had separated and Lorie was in the process of filing. 
Though she wanted this to strictly be fucking only, she didn’t want anything to ruin what Andy had worked so hard for or for people to view him negatively. 
Andy would say he didn’t care, but she felt like that was his dick talking. 
The rough hand around her neck tighten before her upper body was yanked forward. Her hands flew to his chest, her fingers digging into his crips white button down. Andy fingers withdrew quickly before landing 2 quick smacks to her wet pussy.
YN yelped as her body jerked. 
“Oh shit Andy please” she moaned out, tears running down her face as he drove his fingers back into her. She was so close.
“Eyes” He demanded.
Her shot open at his tone and held his. 
“You like knowing someone could walk in at any moment don’t you” he asked as her back arched off the desk and she grinding down on his hand. “That’s why your fucking soaking my hand baby, pussy dripping because you want someone to see you on my deck spread wide the fuck open for me, taking whatever I’ll give your greedy little pussy”.
Oh fuck him, he knew just what to say and just how to fuck her to give her unrivaled pleasure. 
“Daddy” she groaned loudly as her orgasm hurdled into her. Andy watched as her eyes rolled back, her body jerked and shook on his fingers and desk. Her candy sweet slick dripping down his hand even more as the sound of her wet cunt bounced off his office walls. 
He continued his assault on her swollen cunt as he stepped forward, helping her ride out her high. He pressed his heavy body into hers to help her come down from her orgasmic state. 
Her face cuddled into his neck as his lips sucked on her shoulder, before leading up to her neck, anywhere he could reach. 
Her breathing was starting to steady slowly.
“Damn Andy” was the only thing she could say as she started to catch her breathe. The attorney chuckled deeply as he pulled his fingers form her. 
Her eyes opened just in time to see him sucking his fingers, before he pushed them into her own mouth. She sucked as she eyed him. 
“Damn YN” 
They both laughed before Andy pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Her brown legs wrapped around him as her fingers gripped his shirt tighter. 
Once her short summer dressed was pulled down the furtherest it would go, Andy gave her ass a final smack before running his hand up her body. 
“Where were you off to before I convinced you to come by?” Andy asked causing YN to giggle.
“I’m running a little late but to meet my girls for lunch, it’s just a few block from here”
“Hmmm. So after girl time-“
“Andy your wife is here” Andy’s assistant could be heard in the office through the loud speaker. He huffed as YN slightly pulled away. “Sorry I meant Lorie” she corrected herself.
“So later?-“
“Andy” 
YN and Andy turned to the voice. They were no longer touching but still pretty close. Lorie stood by the door watching them. 
“Thank you for your time Mr. Barber, you really are the best in the city” YN said slightly disappointed by Lorie’s disturbance. “I’ll let you speak with Lorie”. 
Andy cringed before a quick hand ran down his face. He didn’t want her to leave like this and he need Lorie’s shit right now. Unless it was about Jacob or the divorce papers he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. 
YN turned on her wedges and walked toward the door, she was just passing Lorie when she spoke. YN steps came to a slow pace as she turned to Lorie not catching what she said. 
“Lorie-“
“Mrs. Barber” Lorie curtly corrected YN, while cutting off Andy. 
YN stood staring down at the woman, was she serious? She was going to try and play wife now? Heat started to swarm within YN’s body. 
She looked between Andy who was about to speak and back to Lorie. His not yours she told herself. As much as she wanted to cuss Lorie the fuck out the reality was Andy wasn’t hers. He wasn’t Lorie’s either but she was technically his wife. 
She kept her face unfazed as she took one gaze at Andy before turning to leave. His not yours.
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i wrote a little extra blurb for this, kinda like a different ending, if yall want it let me know and I’ll follow up with it!
also this is the visual for yn and andy and also the visual i was inspired by.
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flordeamatista · 1 year
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𝘿𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙞𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙈𝙚
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pairing:  soft dark!professor andy barber x reader
concept: Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.
word count: 2.9k
warnings: possessive Andy, hair pulling, dom Andy/sub reader undertones, age gap , edging, fingering,  fingering, oral (f receiving),pussy slapping,manipulation — soft dub con to be safe but reader is excited,  power imbalance, dumbification, praise, Professor kink, reader sent a nasty email to Professor Andy, Sir kink, dirty talk, spanking, size kink, rough sex, blowjob, throat fucking, unprotected sex, degrading, nickname- (love, princess, slut)
a/n: @sunshinebuckybarnes Now, have fun daydreaming hehe. Thank you for that beautiful ask.
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His path leads you into the darkness of blue but all you can see is the fire of desire
After he picked you up from the bar, you were cold and he was lustful, so it wasn't your fault.
As soon as you decided to go out, have a little fun, and were two tequila shots in, you sent him an email in the bar telling him that his grading system was terrible. You totally deserved that A in his human relations class and he needed to be more knowledgeable about the world. You were required to take Professor Barber’s class to finish your degree, and in doing so everything changed for you. 
It was Andrew Barber who gave you your new warmth and moans.
Now, who do you break your rules for?
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"Professor Barber..."
You turned your head, your lips hovering over Andy's. Your heart raced as you stared into his blue eyes. The normally bright blue shade darker than you’ve ever seen; nearly black as his pupils were blown wide with lust.
"Did I tell you that you could talk back to me, Princess?" He whispered, his voice grating your senses like gravel.
You shook your head lightly, feeling that you had just dug yourself a deeper hole. Now that he has read that email, he was picking up the pieces.
"I'm sorry, Professor."
"Turn around and read the email back to me," Andy commanded.  Compliant as if you were sitting in his class, your eyes drifted away from him to the laptop sitting atop his kitchen counter.
Your email glared back at you, taunting you :
Subject: Fuck You, Prof. Barber.
 The courage and vitrol that fueled your desire to give Professor Barber a price of your mind was astonishingly absent as you stood in his kitchen with his chest pressing against your back. Instead, seeing it filled you with dread and fear for what he may do to your academic career. Its heat pressing against your skin filled you with a desire you never knew existed, much like a coin has two sides.
Suddenly, you’re taken aback by the sensation of his hands sliding down your arms, then back up, enough to make goosebumps erupt across your skin, and for you to take a sharp breath.
You read the first line of the cursed email out loud, your voice wavering as Andy’s body heat intensified against your back. His reflection a shadow  staring at you through the laptop screen. You bit your lower lip to stem the tears that had begun to gather in your eyes, looking at the keyboard leaving your face raw and exposed to his punishment.
Andy wave his hand through the sweater and rubbed his fingertips against your nipple, and gently teased it. You felt your skin tingle in a frenzy of static as he pinched them.
A simple squeeze left you feeling as if your body was falling apart. 
As the warmth from Andy's center propelled you into overdrive, your tongue stroked across your lower lip. Andy laid light kisses over your neck, his fingers coming closer as he neared the center of your warmth.
In the palm of his hand, Andy swiped his thumb up, caressing the smooth skin with his fingertips. In the blink of an eye, he pulled back his hand and took your chin in between his fingers. He ran his thumb across your bottom lip, his lustful eyes stared into  yours. Andy pressed his lips against your ear, and growled, "Repeat what you said in the email." 
Nervously, you swallowed.
How could you be so stupid to send him that email?
It wasn't your intention, but his grading system was out of date and he needed to fuck someone off to let his grumpy state see the light.
"Repeat what you wrote to me, word for word...don't make me ask again."
The thudding of your heart echoed in your ears. Each breath shook in your lungs. 
You mustered the courage you felt when you wrote the email and repeated, "Professor Barber, your way of living is sad, which explains why you are divorced and lonely—”
You paused.
Andy took his hand off your chin, gliding down your neck to the collar of the sweater. Pulling the collar away from your neck, he buried his teeth in your neck. “Did I tell you to stop reading?"
It was a new, fresh pleasure to wince in pain.
"N-no, Professor," you said shakily.
You felt Andy’s hand leave your neck and follow the curves of your body, stopping only when  it rested on your inner thigh. A tingle zinged throughout your body as Andy pulled your legs apart and revealed your lace panties that were soaked from your dripping cunt. 
"You insulted me, Princess," Andy growled.
Your lips curled into a soft moan as your eyes closed. Andy's eyes glowed with lust, his grin widening as he placed his palm on your wet pussy, forcing the lace aside to feel  the wetness that was his.
"Look at you," he beamed, “I've barely touched you and you're so wet for me."
You lost control from the  the warmth of his hand that rubbed your wet pussy. You believed  that you would stand your ground and he would change, but you were ── in his house, in his kitchen, wearing his clothes, half-naked- and his touch destroyed your strong aura as an independent woman. 
"You've been such a little tease all semester." He reached down to undo your lacy underwear, taking them off without any effort.
Was this an exam of desire?
"You are such a-"
Your insult cut short by a harsh slap. 
The harsh smack against your throbbing pussy left your body shaking, and you learned, in that moment, that he was holding the strings to your desire. 
"I don't hear you reading, Kitten." Andy’s voice slithered through the fog like a siren to a pirate.
But, instead of reaping your reward from a Professor knocked down, you walked willingly into his trap.
The second smack made your entire body tremble and your knees wobble.
"Are you getting quiet?" he smirked. When his hand smacked your throbbing, wet center again, your fingernails dug deep into the counter. 
Your voice quiet, you continued, “Your methods are ineffective, and no one is warming your bed with the ridiculous sweaters and ties you wear to hide your life and I bet your co—."
Trying to maintain your composure, your nails dug deeper into the counter as your body slowly reacted to the sudden change in events; as if you were stuck in molasses. One moment, you’re filled with a righteous indignation at his grading system that fueled your deep desire to have him know what you really thought of him and his course with no thought as to the consequences of your actions as you pressed “send”  The next moment, you are at his house, bent over his kitchen counter. You haven’t the faintest clue how you got here, your mind filled with nothing but thoughts of Andy.
You are sober but drunk with desire.  His desire. His attention.
You wanted to know how far this would go when you felt his touch. There was no doubt that you lied, but Professor Andy was a man.
A man who just needed you.
With ragged breaths, you tried to calm yourself, but your body rejected your silent plea for self-control as you fell back against his chest. Andy's fingers sped up, and as you trembled and instinctively tried to close your legs, you knew it was not possible to regain control from Andy.
"Mmm, Princess, let's talk about what you said about my manhood," Andy said softly as his lips met your cheeks, a soft kiss that contrasted with the strong smack he employed on your swollen clit.
In spite of your pleas for him, he ignored you and slowly inserted his fingers inside your body while he laughed at your squirming. With each movement you made, he slapped you again and again. Your moans were all that was heard and the feel of his fingers inside you with a slap to keep your mind from wandering.
His disciplined approach keeps you motivated and hungry for more as he leaves his mark on your body
"Princess, you deserve to be tortured the same way that you've tortured me all semester." Andy said as he swiftly pulled  his fingers out of you., Your eyes widened as he licked your juices off his thick fingers before turning you around to him. "You taste delicious and all dripping for me"
You gasped at his sheer strength, trying to push back against him. 
Andy held you down with his free hand as adjusted himself behind you. Knowing what was likely to happen, you moaned at the sound of his belt buckle rattling.
“Professor…”
"I won't leave you unpunished." He snapped his belt, making you shiver with arousal. "You don't want to be expelled from university because of your actions, now do you?"
“No, sir I will do anything” you pleaded as his fingers edged your heat. 
You screamed when he landed a stronger blow to your pussy before you could say anything further.
“Please…” you cried. The sudden intrusion of his middle and ring fingers in your body caused you to scream in agony as he didn’t allow you to adjust.
A steady rhythm of his fingers blurred your vision as you felt yourself edge toward your end; to the abyss of your orgasm.
“Oh, my God! Sir...” you cried. "I- I'm going to cu-cum..."
You were right there, right at the precipice of ecstasy. 
Andy ripped his fingers out begrudgingly and pulled you back from the edge of your orgasm. You squirmed and slowly cried out his name from the absence of his touch.
"I'm not going to let you off that easy, honey", Andy said condescendingly. He spanked you hard on your ass, then pulled you by the neck to stand straight.
“Take off the sweater, put it on the floor, and get on your knees.” 
You have taught me more about myself in your presence and reflection, his slut
Andy smirked and gripped the back of your neck, “What was the line you said about my cock?” You let out a soft moan when you saw his cock up close and immediately opened your mouth to let him use it.
Andy stroked your face with his free hand as he rubbed his cock's tip along your lips. "It’s time for you to learn your place and respect me,” He slapped your face and shoved his cock in your throat.
Tears fell from your eyes from the sudden intrusion in your throat. 
You felt the heat between your thighs increasing and wanted to please him. You enjoyed the gagging sensation his cock gave you in the back of your throat. You preened as you felt him tense up and his dick swell in your mouth.
Your ability to think clearly and to resist anything he did to you was gone. You were intoxicated s by his size, taste, attitude, and your own arousal. Your hand drifted between your legs to touch yourself at how hot it was.
Andy took a deep breath and tugged at your head, controlling your movements, your head bobbing down toward him when he saw your hand wander down your stomach. He pulled out of your mouth and pulled you upright by your hair. 
He smiled down at you as he reached down to grab your legs. He lifted you into the air, your legs wrapping  around his waist, as he carried you to his living room. Despite your behavior, the soft kisses on your hair remind you that he cares for you and that you are his princess.
The smell of his skin lingers on my body, and I crave more.
The soft cushions of his couch bounced when you landed. As he stripped off his clothes and got down  on his knees, his lustful blue eyes stared at you like a predator.
"Look at you lusting for me," he groaned. "Want to see what my tongue can do for my slut's pussy?"
He leant in as he listened to your desires, blowing soft air, inhaling your scent, and rested his nose on your pussy. 
His tongue came out and almost hesitantly licked your clit.
“I'm sorry for— the , please let me--” you moaned and grabbed hold of his hair, fists clenched tight. It was his tongue that reminded you he controls everything in your body. His beard burned your pussy and tickled your entire being. He gave you punishment so easily, you knew it wasn't even close to the end. 
You knew his game of seduction.
You moaned as you wrapped your body around his cool lips, and a smirk appeared on his face as he marked your legs beneath his fingertips and watched your breasts move with his rhythm.
“Andy, I’ve been so good for you, please... I promise I will do anything you ask of me, please fuck me up.” You cried, desperate to feel him.
The chuckle on his face was accompanied by a lick of his lips. Your hips jerked in anticipation of another kiss, but he stood away from you instead. In his hand, he spat, briefly stroked his cock, and then moved closer to your pussy.
“Oh, aren’t you so desperate for me?” Andy leaned over and roughly kissed you. You could taste yourself on his lips as you tried to pull his tongue closer to yours. You were his needy little slut
The tip of his cock teased you as you pleaded for him to fuck you.
“What makes you believe you deserve this? ”
“Please…” you begged.
"Well... " he said as you groaned beneath him. "Since you asked so nicely, and I respect desire"
Despite your squeal, he pushed steadily inward. While working in your cunt, he groaned with satisfaction, knowing he would be the only one to touch it.
He pulled his hips back and, for a moment, you thought he was pulling out, but the next instant he slammed his cock deep, pounding hard against you. You squealed out your wants.
Andy stroked your pussy passionately, fucking it deeply. When your pussy squeezed Andy's dick like a fist, he knew you had the tightest pussy he had ever felt. "Look at your pussy welcoming me in, it is so good, damn it is so good, do you feel it" he groaned in your ear as he leaned forward to grow louder and louder as he rapidly thrust into the pussy as he knew that the cunt was meant to be fucked hard, fast, rough, and deep.
It was a blissful feeling as your hardened nipples scraped against his chest while he rocked against you in response to each grinding thrust. "It feels so good, Sir...don't stop." 
Andy bent down to capture your lips,pushing his tongue down your throat. “You are my new fucktoy now. Your only responsibility is to warm your professor's dick whenever he needs it, right? I will never stop fucking you, my princess. "
It was a struggle for you to respond as Andy thrust hard and fast into your sodden hole, moaning softly while unable to reply, "Yes, Professor.". 
Putting his hands around the top of your head and linking his fingers, Andy rammed you down brutally using his own hands to hold you in place.
"My pussy, my princess," Andy whispered with every thrust as he slammed his cock in you, planting sloppy wet kisses on your jawline.
A deep expression filled his face as he gazed into your eyes. "Who are you?" 
You couldn’t answer him.  You wanted to tell him you were his slut and his only. Your vision spun as Andy dragged out your orgasm. Feeling as if you might pass out, you dug your nails deeply into his back.
Feeling my body spasming as I fall apart, I learn from your lessons.
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The sweater was a reward for pleasing, and a punishment for looking gorgeous with it on. 
You sat in class, and awaited the professor's arrival. When you got a text message saying, "My sweater fits nicely on you and let me see my pussy," "you opened your legs so he could see it.
To know what is his, he needs to see it.
In front of you, Professor Andy was licking his lips and getting ready to begin his class.
Your ragged breath fills the air as I savor every drop, because we both know the fun is only just starting.
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Request: Andy Barber & Baby Girl having sex during a thunderstorm.
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Through the Storm
Summary: Andy helps you overcome your fear of thunderstorms.
Warnings: Astraphobia, Smut, Anxious Reader, Dominant Andy, Manhandling, Fingering, Spanking, CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), Safe Sex, Cuddles, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Finally finished this WIP! This request takes place early in Andy and Reader's relationship. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series, but can also be read as a standalone. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.
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You stare out into the backyard, watching sheets of slanted rain pelt against your boyfriend’s newly installed patio. While it wasn’t much, it was enough to give the compact enclosed space the cozy feel it had long been missing. You’d even helped him with the landscaping, much to your chagrin. 
Andy had been quick to learn that while you enjoyed gardening you were also terrified of virtually all things creepy crawly, like bees. Especially bees. Your man hadn’t known what to make of that one, which had certainly made for an entertaining afternoon. 
A loud crash of thunder suddenly booms overhead, startling you so bad that you nearly drop the bottle of water in your hands. You fucking hated thunderstorms, a fun little nugget that you had yet to share with the man who was currently waiting for you to join him upstairs. 
Truth be told, you hadn’t even planned on staying over tonight. You were supposed to be home by the time the storm rolled in, tucked away safe and sound on your couch. All the while clutching your stuffed bear, Mr. Sprinkles, for dear life and watching your favorite comfort films until Mother Nature decided she was done with her tantrum.
But dinner with friends had gone long and then the show had started late. Well, the dinner itself hadn’t actually been with friends – more like one of his work colleagues. But the guy’s wife had been nice enough. And after enjoying one last round of drinks, you four had wandered across the street to take-in a production of Aladdin on Broadway. 
Of course musicals weren’t really your thing, but since it was a childhood favorite of yours you’d been all for it. Your boyfriend didn’t know how much of a Disney fan you really were. Which was okay. Because he was older, more mature. And as such, you always tried to come off more sophisticated than what you actually were.
He’d already been married once before and had a child. One he’d lost a few years back. You two had yet to actually have a true conversation about that one but you were almost certain it was coming.
It had to be, right? Because it wasn’t like you both could skirt around the topic forever. But, at the same time, it’s also not like you could be the one to bring up. Like, how would a conversation like that even go? 
Exactly. It wouldn’t. Because you couldn’t. It wasn’t your place. 
So, you would allow that door to remain shut for as long as it took to allow him to open it and guide you through. You could be patient. 
Alright fine. You would make yourself be patient. And until then you would keep trying to demonstrate the right amount of emotional maturity needed to prove that you could be a good partner and support system. Or at least a little worldlier than you probably came off.  
But all of that would be pretty hard to do if Andrew Barber knew that you were secretly afraid of thunderstorms. He wouldn’t get it and you would only end up tripping all over yourself if you tried to explain. Which meant that you had to make a decision.
Either you could be brave and climb the stairs so you could crawl into bed – his bed – wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. Or you could sneak upstairs, grab your clothes, and dash out your man’s front door into the night like a madwoman and hope that he would be too stunned to chase you down. 
“Whatcha doin’ down there, Baby Girl?” Andy bellows from up above, making you jump.
“Noth–coming!” You shout back as you pad towards the stairs, still trying your best to devise a plan. Andrew Barber was deceptively fast, which meant running was out. So you were most likely gonna have to suck it up until he fell asleep and then you would be free to tremble in peace. 
The city’s hottest attorney could not know that he was dating the world’s biggest scaredy cat. If he ever found out, you might never recover from the embarrassment.  
You find yourself holding your breath as you round the corner before stepping inside Andy’s bedroom. Your man looks up from his phone when he notices that you’ve finally joined him. A warm smile spreads across his handsome features as he leans back, allowing his big body to relax against the frame. 
“Thought I was gonna have to come looking for you.” His husky purr sends a tiny shiver coursing through you, all the way down to your toes.  
“Uh, nope. Here I am.” Your eyes stray towards your overnight bag nestled innocently in the corner. Because if you weren’t mistaken you were also beginning to sweat. “But I was thinking that maybe I ought to – nooope!” 
An loud, unexpected clap of thunder has you diving towards the bed with a shriek. You seek refuge under the blankets, ignoring the sounds of a bewildered Andy calling your name. He tries to lift up the edge of the comforter, but you refuse to let go. 
At this point, you have no desire to acknowledge just how ridiculous you were being at that very moment. Because you were scared.
And also a smidge mortified.
“Um, honey..?” Andy works to keep his tone light. “What’s going on?” He pauses briefly as one big hand comes to rest on what he assumes must be your head. “Are you okay?”
“Yep!” You squeak out, clutching the blanket even tighter around you. “But I’m also really, really sorry.”
“Sorry for what?” Again he tugs at the edge of your makeshift shield, prompting you to try and roll away. “You haven’t done anything – can you at least look at me? Please.”
“Um, I…I don’t think so. No.” Your words come out slightly muffled.
You’re rewarded with a heavy sigh followed by a brief moment of silence. Although you’re not sure what you expected him to say, you’re still surprised by what comes next.
“Well, if you won’t come out, then I guess that means I’ll just have to come under there then, won’t I?”
Fine by you. Because you were pretty sure that you were only seconds away from dying of embarrassment anyhow.
“Kay.”    
“Let me in, princess.” 
Relief fills him when he sees you finally relax your grip. Seconds later he joins you under the blankets, cocooning you both within the plush softness.   
“Hey.” Andy breathes as his eyes strain to adjust to the light.
“Hey.”
As if of its own accord, one of his hands reaches over to gently brush your curls away from your face. A quiet sigh makes its way past your lips as you feel yourself melting into his touch. In a way it acted as an unspoken reminder. 
You were safe with this man. Which meant it was time to fess up. 
“Umm…” He makes an exaggerated show of looking around. “Why are we hiding?”
“Because.” You whisper, only to flinch when another crack of thunder echoes above. 
“Because?” Your man drags out the word. “Because what? Are you–?” He cuts himself off before trying again. “I’m gonna guess that all this has something to do with the storm. Am I somewhere in the ballpark?”
His question has hot tears pricking the backs of your eyes.
“I don’t like it.” You croak before giving into temptation and burying yourself in his tattoo-covered chest. “In fact, I hate it.” 
Good Lord, you sounded so pitiful right now. 
“The…storm?” 
“All of it.” You confirm as you begin to tremble ever so slightly. “The lightning, the thunder, the heavy winds, the sound of the rain. S’too much.”
“I see.” Is all he says, even as his hand goes to rest on the small of your back, rubbing in easy, soothing circles. 
“I’m sorry.” You feel even worse when the tears spill over onto Andy’s bare skin. 
“Hush.” Comes the soft-spoken command, drawing you flush against his much larger body. “There’s no need to be sorry. I just wish you would’ve said something earlier. Is that why you were so adamant about going home tonight?”
“Mmhm.”
But then your handsome ogre just had to go and be difficult.     
“And I convinced you to stay.” Andy huffs out a disappointed breath at the same time as he drags his knuckles along your spine. “I should’ve noticed something was wrong. All I could think about was how much better I sleep whenever you’re next to me.” You can tell he’s annoyed now – not with you – but with himself. “Should’ve thought to ask why you seemed so skittish.” He drops a brief kiss on the top of your head.   
“Andy…”
“I’m sorry, Baby Girl.” He grunts, pulling away so that he can get a good look at your face. “No–” He continues when you open your mouth to interrupt. “I should’ve been paying better attention. That’s on me.” He takes a moment to whisper his sensual, full lips over your own. 
“It’s okay.” You assure him before pressing a tender kiss on his left pec, just above his heart. “I probably should’ve said something earlier. It was just…I guess I was embarrassed.” You finish with a shrug. 
“Why?” He cocks his head to the side as he patiently waits for you to answer. Although it was hard to read his expression in the dark, you knew he was genuinely curious. 
“Because it’s a stupid.” You mumble a few seconds later. “It’s stupid and I’m stupid for–”
“No it’s not.” Andy swiftly interjects. “And no you’re not. So please let that be the last time I hear you refer to yourself that way.” His gruff tone leaves little room for argument, not that you were in the mood anyway. Seconds later, another clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, has you diving back into the safety of his arms.
“Fuck.” Pissed at himself, he quickly wraps his arms around you before gently rocking you back and forth in an effort to calm you down. “When did it start?” More thunder booms overhead the whole house, loud enough to shake the whole house. 
Andy frowns when he hears the tiny whimper that escapes your throat. .   
“It’s silly.” You warn, even as you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. 
“Try me.”
He’d stay up all night if that’s what it took to get you to talk. The last thing he wanted was for you to shut down on him. Again.  
“Please.”
Guess that was your cue to start spilling your guts. 
“Wh–when I was a little girl, I couldn’t have been more than six or seven, there was this really bad storm. I mean later we would find out that tornadoes had touched down all over the region. But that night – I swear the rain was coming down so hard it sounded like hundreds of baseballs were being pelted against the roof. And the wind was blowing so hard that it kept rattling windows.”
“Mmhm.” The small, noncommittal sound rumbles from somewhere deep within his chest, spurring you forward. 
“So my dad woke us all up, me and my siblings, and herded us down to the basement. I guess he’d been watching the news and figured we’d be safer there. My mom had laid out blankets and sleeping bags for us. At first it seemed kinda fun – almost like we were camping out.”
Another bright flash of light briefly illuminates the bedroom, but you’re too engrossed in your story to really care. Plus, you had Andy to keep you safe. Nothing bad ever seemed to happen when you were with Andy.
At least not so far. 
“I could see that.” Your boyfriend affirms, before giving your hip a light squeeze. “Bet you probably had a cool sleeping bag.” 
“I totally did. I actually had one of those Disney character sleeping bags.” The memory makes you smile as your initial anxiety begins to lessen. “Come to think of it, we all did. But mine had Genie from Aladdin on the front of it. I remember because I got to pick it out myself.” 
“I knew I had the right idea when I invited you out tonight.” Andy muses, brushing his mouth against your curls once more. 
“Yeah, Big Man. I’m a Disney girl. And I sure did love that sleeping bag.” You take a moment to lace your fingers through his, needing the connection. “Which was why I climbed right on in and let my mother zip me up. At that point, I think my little sister started crying or something, so I let her crawl inside with me. After that she went right to sleep.”
“But I’m guessing you didn’t.”
“Nope.” Your grip on his hand tightens, but your man doesn’t pull away. Even so, you allow your thumb to sweetly caress along the ridges of his knuckles. “I stayed wide awake for what felt like hours just…listening. Listening as the wind picked up, as the thunder got louder and louder. Until it became so loud that it sounded like the storm was happening right above our house. And then suddenly there was this crash that shook the entire house – almost like a bomb went off.”    
“Listen, I know sometimes storms can seem–”
“It was a tree.” You quietly forge on. “The storm had knocked down a tree. It fell through the roof, into the room I shared with my sister. Of course nobody was hurt, but ever since then I’ve been terrified of thunderstorms.” You finish, somehow feeling even more foolish than when you’d first started. 
“Holy shit.” Andy exhales before briefly nuzzling your nose with his own. It was a simple stress touch, nothing more. But at this particular moment, it means everything. “I mean, I’m sure this probably goes without saying, but I’m so glad you weren’t in there when it happened. You or your sister.”
Wordlessly you nod, still wishing that you’d found a way to make it home tonight after all. Come tomorrow you’d finally bite the bullet and start looking for a therapist. Perhaps it was finally time you found a way to move past some of your childhood trauma. And maybe then–
Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep, rich timbre of Andrew Barber’s voice. 
“I’m afraid of clowns.” Your boyfriend grunts in a very matter of fact tone. “And spiders.” He tacks on with a slight grimace. “Can’t get near either one of them without breaking into hives.” 
“Oh.” Is all you can manage, clearly surprised by his sudden openness. You hadn’t been expecting that at all. “So I‘m guessing anything to do with Pennywise is probably – ahh shit!” You cry out when the familiar sound of thunder makes you lose your train of thought, leaving you unable to finish your small attempt at humor.
Almost immediately, you feel two strong arms band themselves around your waist, drawing you closer even as you try your damnedest to scramble away. You throw off the covers before attempting to swing your legs over the side of the bed so that you can make a mad dash in the direction of the basement.     
“Hold on, baby.” Andy growls, wincing when your elbow accidentally connects with his ribs. “Just settle down for a second, okay? We’re gonna get through this, I promise.”
“Nope – I’m good! Just let me go, please.” Instead of doing as you ask, he flips your bodies, using his considerable weight to keep you still. “I’m serious, Andrew!” You tell him, thumping his back with your fist for good measure.
“Hush.” He takes advantage of your positions long enough to glide his lips along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Just focus on me – on us – and let everything else fade away.”
Hmph. Easier said than done, handsome.
Andy gifts you with a glimpse of his pearly white teeth before slanting his hungry mouth over your own. He moans into the kiss, gently sucking on your bottom lip and releasing it with a slight pop. When you don’t respond he does it again, this time tracing the curve of your lips with his sinful tongue. 
“But what if –.”
“Shh.” Your boyfriend pauses his sensual assault long enough to stare down at you while he braces himself on his forearms. “You have my word that nothing bad is gonna happen while I’ve got you here, with me, in this bed. We’re safe, Baby Girl.” He then angles his head to nip along your jaw. “Let me show you.”  
“Do you trust me?” Where had you heard that before?
“I…” You trail off as he continues to nip at your heated flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive shell of your ear. “Y–yes.”
“Good.”
Apparently that’s all the permission Andrew Barber needs, because the next thing you know he’s sliding one large hand up your thigh, his lightly calloused palm sending pinpricks of pleasure straight to your core. Seconds later, you both are treated to the sounds of tearing fabric. 
Well, there went your panties. They’d been shredded to hell just like every other pair that went before it. 
Next up is your shirt. He manages to whip it over your head with relative ease before resting his delicious weight on top of you once more. Clad in only his boxers, he makes a show of grinding rapidly hardening cock against your damp pussy.
“Andy.” You whine, wantonly arching your hips in time with his thrusts. “Don’t tease me right now.”
“Why not?” He purrs as a hand moves to fist itself in your hair, wrenching your head back with just enough force to make you feel dizzy with lust. 
Reaching up, you capture his face between your hands to pull him down for another kiss. The scruff of his neatly trimmed beard feels so good against your skin.
“Fuck me, please.” You hiss, seeking a much needed distraction as a flash of lightning threatens to send you running for the hills. Since this man wouldn’t let you leave, your next best option was to let him bury his thick cock inside you so hard and so deep until you no longer had the capacity to think. 
Or walk properly, for that matter.
“Your wish is my command, baby.” Your boyfriend groans as he continues to circle his hips. With that said, he then makes quick work of removing his boxers before tossing him aside in the direction of his hamper. He misses, of course. Which is why you silently vow to pick it up later.
Now freed from its confines, you watch Andy’s impressive manhood immediately spring to attention, lightly smacking his abdomen as it bobs up and down.
Good God, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your mouth water.  
His mouth curves into a roguish grin as he purposely slides himself between your slippery folds. He revels in your wetness, loving the way your slick coats his aching cock. Shit – if he wasn’t careful he risked blowing his load before it was time. 
Which absolutely would not work. You always came first. That was the rule. There were no exceptions, unless you were playing a game or something.
Reaching over you, Andy grabs a foil packet from his nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth, you lean back on your elbows while he handles his business with the condom. Maybe next time he’d allow you to put it on for him. You’d always wanted to try…
You also weren’t quite sure of exactly when he’d gone and removed his boxers, but you also weren’t complaining either.         
“Now, sweetheart.”  Your man begins as he takes a hold of your calf, tenderly draping it over his muscled shoulder as the wheel continues to howl outside. “All you’ve gotta do is lay back and focus on how good you feel.” He leans forward so that he can trace his tongue around your nipple before sucking the delicate flesh into his waiting mouth.  
Your back bows as you thrust your chest forward in silent offering. Andy groans as continues to toy with your pouting nipple before switching to the other. You let out a sharp cry as he brings the pebbled tip in his mouth, lightly pinching it between his teeth just hard enough to make you writhe beneath him. 
That’s part of what always made this feel so good. The way he always seemed to mix pleasure with a little bit of pain. 
His mouth eventually finds yours again as your hands smooth their way over the blades of his shoulders, allowing you to run your fingers along the contour of his muscles. And when you finally reach the firm globes of his ass, you can’t help but giggle as you finally give into the temptation to smack it. Hard.    
Just the way he liked it.
“Remember, sweet brat. If I’m gonna wear your handprint then I think it’s only fair you wear mine too. Understand?” Of course he doesn’t wait for you to answer. Instead he maneuvers himself up so that he can expertly flip you over onto your stomach before pulling you up so that you’re now resting on your hands and knees before him. 
Instinctively you arch your ass in the air, inviting him to make good on his promise. This man loved spanking your ass every chance he got. And what’s more, you seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did.
“Now be a good girl and put your hands where they’re supposed to go.” 
A small shiver of anticipation courses through as you move to obey. He chuckles softly as he watches your eager fingers grip the headboard. Later he would tell you how proud of you he was in that moment, that he was honored by your faith in his ability to distract you from the violent storm taking place right outside his window.
It meant the world that you trusted him enough to take care of you at a time like this. 
“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Andy purrs as the heavy weight of his palm comes down on your upturned rear with just enough force to make your naughty pussy gush. Unable to stop it, you can’t help the groan you emit when he does it again, loving the way he kneads and caresses your most intimate curves.  
“So are you.” 
Your body jerks when he decides to focus his attention on your greedy little cunt. Nimble fingers spear you open as they between your glistening folds to tease your throbbing clit. It’s not long before your hips begin moving in time with his ministrations. 
Soon your eyes flutter closed as you bear down, shamelessly grinding yourself against his calloused palm. At first, Andy is content to simply watch as you slowly work yourself into a frenzy.
Because this time, when the sound of thunder crackles throughout the room, you barely react. In fact, you hardly hear it. You’re too engrossed in the pleasure, too caught up in just how good your man is making you feel, to remember to be afraid. 
“Easy, greedy girl.” Andy hums after another beat goes by before finally removing his hand. The fucking bastard.
“Nooo!” You whine, hating the way your impending orgasm lingers just out of reach.
"Yeees.” There’s a slight mocking edge to his tone that has you glancing over your shoulder to shoot him a glare. 
“Swear to God you’re so fucking beautiful. Even when you’re trying to turn me into dust.” He winks at you then before allowing his hands to settle on your hips. Goosebumps pebble across your sweat-dampened flesh when you feel the head of his impressive cock nudge at your entrance.
“Please.Please.Please.” That one word is whispered over and over, like a fervent prayer. 
Just then, a stroke of lightning brightens the room, treating you to a fleeting glimpse of your man right as he thrusts himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as he forces you to take every deliciously thick inch of his cock, stretching your tight pussy until you can’t help clench around him.     
Andy starts off slow, gradually building up the pace as your velvety walls continue to milk him for all he’s worth. His fingers dig into your curves as you rear back to match his movements. Soon, he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper. 
“S’good, Andy!Fuuuck!” You moan as Andy continues fucking you into oblivion. “Yes!Harder, pleeease!”
“My baby wants it harder?” He growls, adjusting his position to give you exactly what you asked for. A desperate sob bubbles up from your throat, prompting you to bury your face in a nearby pillow.
Too bad your man is having none of it.        
“Oh no.” One large hand moves to wrap itself around the delicate column of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your pulse spike. “You don’t get to hide that pretty face from me. Not tonight.” He grunts before allowing his free arm to encircle your waist to haul you against the hard wall of his chest. 
A hand soon finds its way to your breast. He lifts the tempting weight, before plucking at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger, evoking the most exquisite sensations. 
“You’re doing so good, Baby Girl.” Andy rasps, tweaking his angle so that he can find your spot. “So good. Told you I’d keep you safe.” The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo throughout the room, creating an erotic tempo. “Would never let anything bad happen to you.” 
Your boyfriend’s Boston accent grows thicker and more pronounced with each passing second – letting you know that he’s close to losing control. That’s when you decide to push him closer to the brink by reaching behind you to pull his head down for a kiss. It’s hot, wet, and deep. And by the time you both come up for air your heart is hammering in your chest. 
“I…I know.” And you did know.
Tipping your chin back, you allow your walls to flutter around his fat cock, making him twitch. Your core begins to spasm as you feel the coil in your belly tighten even more. Andy makes sure to keep a tight hold on your sweat-slicked body as his lips continue to whisper kisses along the curve of your jaw.  
White hot pleasure dances along your skin, meanwhile Andy’s thrusts continue to grow more and more erratic with each passing minute. One of your hands slips from the headboard to help keep you upright. 
“Cum, princess. Give it to me.” He snarls through clenched teeth before reaching down to deliver a slap to your pussy. It feels so good that you beg him to do it again and again. “Be a good girl and fucking cum!”
That’s all you need to hear before you go tumbling over the edge and into bliss. “Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” Ecstasy slices through you, making you cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors. Thank goodness there was a storm going on outside, otherwise someone might’ve taken it upon themselves to call the police.  
Chest heaving, you continue bouncing on your man’s cock. He felt so amazing it bordered on obsession. And you knew he’d feel even better once you had him in your mouth. Andy shudders behind you, his big body trembling with the force of his orgasm.  
Completely spent, you both flop down on the bed. You’re both naked and sweaty, but neither of you really cares all that much. You curl up in his arms, resting on his chest so that you can listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. 
“You okay?” Andy murmurs a little while later when he notices that your eyes have begun to droop. “Do you need me to–”
“Mm…” You purr, stretching your arms above your head as you stifle a lawn. “I’m thinking I need some more of that. Like tonight.” 
You grow quiet once you realize that you no longer hear the sound of the rain. Or the wind. Or the thunder. All is as it should be. Thank goodness.
“Give me ten minutes to refuel and I’m all yours.” He grunts before disposing of his used condom in a nearby garbage can.. 
“Thank you.” You mumble, feeling your cheeks heat. “For tonight, for what you did.”
“Not sure if I did much of anything.” Andy smiles down at you, his brilliant blue eyes filled with sincerity. “You’re always safe with me, princess. So just relax."
“I believe you, Andy. But the storm –"
“Is about over. We fucked right through it, baby.” You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s got some kind of shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome features. "But most of all, thank you for trusting me with your secret.”
“Thank you for not laughing.“ Your hand reaches up to stroke your knuckles along his bearded jaw. 
“Hm.” Andy mutters. “Maybe next time we’ll have to try making love in the rain. What do you think, princess?”
“Um, baby steps, Andrew.” You counter, expertly dodging his first question. “Let’s go smaller. I’m talking waaay smaller.”
“Fine. I’ll settle for a kiss during a light drizzle.” Your boyfriend concedes, laughter and warmth suffusing his tone. 
“Consider it done, handsome.” You mumble as sleep threatens to overtake you.
Later, Andy would tell you that he let you fall asleep that night on purpose. Your earlier anxiety had really done a number on you, which is why he was content to let you rest. Instead of complaining, he holds you close, silently willing his heart to beat in time with your own. 
And when you wake in the middle of the night, cocooned in the safety of your man’s arms, you know without question that you are cherished beyond measure.
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sstan-hoe · 2 years
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𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒔
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriends dad!andy barber x fem!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy and you fuck and almost get caught
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, slight breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex (well readers on the pill), you fucking use protection in real life
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — please I hate this, I wanted to make a hot boyfriends dad!Andy fic where i cab make more parts and add characters and they have a gangbang and now look what came the fuck out. like, reblog and comment if you like!
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A hand was clamped over your mouth to keep your moans from escaping as his hips thrusted inside you. Moving your body and causing that desk under you to shake.
Light creaks could be heard from the maple wood. The sound made you feel anxious that your boyfriend could hear the sins you did with his father. As if Andy could feel what went through your body his hand let go of your mouth and grazed your cheek.
"shh darling, don't worry he won't hear a thing. He's too busy playing that video game," his words were meant to smooth you.
However, knowing how Jake played his video game. First it all went normal, then he shouted into the headset, then got angry and then threw the headset on the ground.
In one of the last moments he could hear you.
"Andy what if he's searching for me after ending the game? What if he lost, got angry, stopped and put the headset away?"
"Darling I'm balls deep in you and while I enjoy the thought of getting caught, I'd appreciate if you stop talking about my son." your cheeks heated up and you were about to apologise when Andy thrusted full force inside you.
A high pitched moan flied your mouth, but in the last second Andy stuffed his fingers into your mouth.
"Just can't keep quite can you little girl?" Andy murmured against your ear. He loved the noises you made but it was dangerous when his son was in the house.
His hand pressed sharp circles on your clit. You could burning pleasure flood the pit of your lower stomache.
Andy felt you tighten your walls around his cock, he retrieved his fingers from your mouth. "you're gonna cum baby? Cum for your daddy like he asked you."
The wave of pleasure consumed you, stars forming in front of your eyes. Andy always had a way with words.
"Now, baby...mouth or pussy?" Andy asked as he slowed his movements, "pussy please...." With a smirk Andy picked up his movements. Knowing it was wrong to get off on the thought of seeing your round and swollen with his baby he couldn't help himself.
With a held back grunt Andy released his white seed inside you. "going to look so beautiful round and swollen with my baby."
"Yes, please fuck a baby into me daddy." You were going to kill him someday with this filthy mouth.
Andy came to a stop, his hands rested on either side next to your head. Supporting his weight above you, his lips capturing yours in bruising kiss. Your hands cradled his face keeping him close. His tongue darted between your lips, your tongues fought over dominance. You knew Andy would always win, he made you weak in so many ways.
A knock interrupted the intimate moment followed by Jake's voice cutting through. "Dad? Have you seen y/n, she said she would go to the kitchen but I checked there and she wasn't in."
You let go of Andy, eyes growing wide. The feeling of pleasure left and was replaced with panic.
"She went out to buy a few grocery, should be back soon!" Jake accepted Andy’s answer and went back to his video game.
Andy turned his face to you, instantly he wrapped his arms around you to help you calm down. "He almost caught us! Oh my god, how can you be so calm Andy?" You went to get of the desk but realised Andy’s dick was still in your cunt.
Without hesitation he pulled out knowing it would be better and help calming your nerves.
"Hey, hey its okay. Jake thinks you're not here...we're gonna take a bath now and then I will make up a lie about going to a friend while we're actually getting groceries!"
You looked at him, asking yourself if he was serious. This could have all been avoided. Yes you shouldn't have gotten involved with your boyfriend's dad but that man was sex on legs.
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jadedvibes · 1 year
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to be his wife 🥰
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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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straywords · 1 year
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°•☆Off the Clock☆•°
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Kinktober Day 4 ♦️ Cockwarming ♦️ Kinktober Masterlist
Vampire! Andy Barber x Secretary! Reader
Your work yet another late night at Mr. Barber’s office.
CW: Non-con, biting, blood drinking, smut
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It’s a regular night working late at Mr. Barber’s office. It’s not a rare occurrence at his nightly practice. You don’t mind it. It's double the pay and half the hours, for simple work that doesn’t exert you extensively. With your tendency to easily tire throughout the day, you couldn’t have asked for a better job, and a better boss.
Still, after a long evening of going through case briefs and depositions, you are eager to go home and soak your stiff limbs into a warm, scented bath.
As usual, you make sure everything’s in order before you leave. When you rise from your desk, you’re a bit surprised that Andy beckons you to his office with two sharp knocks on the glass.
You straighten your pencil skirt and drop your handbag on your desk. 
A professional smile decorates your lips as you enter.
"Mr. Barber, do you need something else before I go?"
Sharp cobalt eyes travel up and down your frame, eliciting a tickle of unease on the side of your neck. You discard it. Maybe with someone else, you’d be concerned, but Andy’s never been inappropriate towards you.
"Always so diligent, aren’t you, honey?" 
The deep baritone sends warm ripples through your skin as you try not to react to the pet name. Andy has his quirks and pays you well enough to ignore them. Still, your tone is a bit clipped as you straighten your spine.
"I like to think so."
"I want you to tell me about the Williamson case."
"Oh, I can send over an email-"
"I’d rather hear it directly from your mouth. Sit."
Giving a nod, you stride to the chair on the other side of his desk but his stern timbre halts your motions. "Not there, here is better."
You go still, anxiety coiling in your gut. Your mouth parts as he eases back in the chair, undoing his belt while opening his legs, freeing a space between his thighs. Strong, taut muscles poke beneath the expensive material of his tailor made suit. 
"That doesn’t seem…appropriate," you reply, the smile on your lips trembling a little. 
His expression is soft, inviting. His eyes mesmerize you as his honeyed bass pierces your defenses. 
"Why sit on a chair when you’ll be more comfortable here?" His hands go up and down his thick thighs, a tease dancing along his plump mouth.
Your thoughts liquefy as you drown in his irresistible thrall. You mindlessly move towards him, the eager click of your heels filling the office. What were you thinking before? You don’t know; it’s all a hazy, befuddling mess. Only Andy’s silky, luring tone remains.
"You’re right, sir. It does make sense."
He guides your hips as you sit on his lap.
His beard scratches your skin when he nuzzles your shoulder, humming low in his throat, "I missed your sweet scent." He kisses his way up your neck, one hand reaching up to cup your breast while the other massages your hip. Your lids quake shut. "So tell me about the case," he rasps, the deep vibrations of his voice making you shudder as they seep through your flesh. 
A feeble stammer drops from your lips. Details are hard to remember but you try.
Your thoughts dissolve completely when a sharpness breaches the soft skin of your neck. You whine. Your mouth wobbles as Andy’s teeth sink into you. He holds your jaw with his large hand to keep your neck exposed. His loud slurps mingle with his moans.
Pain scrunches your features at first, but then tingles of pleasure course through you. You sag against his muscular chest. Andy takes a long gulp of your blood, tongue swirling over your skin to lap up stray droplets of your life elixir.  His thumb flicks your pebbled nipple through your shirt and you whimper. 
"You should stop eating those crappy takeout dinners," he grumbles. "It makes your blood sour, honey."
"Yes, sir."
The order is filed somewhere in your brain, buried in the recesses of your subconscious for later. Eat clean. Please Mr. Barber.
A hardness stirs to life under your ass and your breath stumbles. He’s thick and throbbing beneath you. Your chest pricks but you don’t resist as his wide hands sweep along your sides, bunching the pencil skirt around your waist. Andy’s fingers knead your ass cheeks as he purrs.
"I see your body remembers me, honey, even if you don’t."
Your stomach knots as the sound of him undoing his pants reaches your ears. He slides your panties to the side and lifts your hips. The thick head of his cock nudges your slick lips apart. Your mouth opens in a quiet scream as he stretches you open. He pushes in a little and sharp pain shoots through your body. Your ass hovers on his thighs as you grip the edge of the desk. 
Andy’s sugary tone caresses your eardrums. 
"Let it happen, honey. Just sit on my lap."
Heeding his order, you let your cunt sheathe his veiny length completely. Trembles ripple through you when he bottoms out, reaching the hilt of you. You head lolls backwards on Andy's shoulder as you squirm. Your aching walls strain to welcome his girth. 
Your teeth bury in your bottom lip, a breathless moan floating from your tongue. 
"That tight pussy. I can never get enough of it… or you, honey," Andy thrums, leaning back in the chair with you against him. His teeth nip your shoulder, pecking the area before ripping the flesh with his fangs. A high-pitched cry tears from your throat. Pain makes your tight ring of muscles squeeze wetly around him. Your boss groans. 
Andy’s feathery lashes rest against his cheek bones as he savors you. His hand sneaks below your shirt, pinching your tits under your bra. 
"Could stay inside you forever, honey," he says, his arms tightening around you. Cool fingers trek downwards, drifting over your swollen clit. 
Steamy air fogs around you as your hips undulate over Andy’s muscular thighs. He nudges your button, pressing and squeezing until you’re a weeping mess over his cock. 
"Come for me, honey," Andy mutters feverishly, his sharp teeth grazing your earshell. 
Your walls convulse as you come undone. Your arousal drips over his length as you pant. 
It lasts a while, Andy playing your body while keeping you on his lap, alternating between hard bites and soft kisses.
You lose track of time.
He licks a bloody stripe up your neck before cooing, 
"Outstanding work as usual, honey."
The world shifts around you, Andy’s office blurring out of view as his deep, hypnotizing voice engulfs you. 
"You are tired because you work too hard for your own good. You only remember falling asleep at your desk." Your cheek falls against a cool surface. The rustle of clothes faintly registers as hands sweep all over your skin. Andy’s lips whisper against your scalp. "You will go home, eat a nice, healthy meal, and get a good amount of sleep before the next evening." He pauses then chimes, "I have more fun planned for us tomorrow, honey."
You blink as you awake.
Your head’s spinning and your limbs are heavy. Tingles bounce all over you. It’s not unpleasant, but strange. 
You stagger as you rise from your chair, collecting your things to head home. Outside, night is fading over the city, surrendering to dawn’s first light. Your eyes flick to Andy’s office. His chair is empty. 
You rub your face, a long yawn escaping. 
Your walk to the elevator is slow. Excessively weary, you struggle to remain on your feet. 
A sigh falls from your lips. 
You must have fallen asleep at your desk again. You do work too hard for your own good. 
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angrythingstarlight · 2 years
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Choose between being; Mafia!Andy’s right hand or Mafia!Nick’s lawyer
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Pairing: Soft!Dark Mafia Nick x Reader
Warnings: Dubcon, fingering, coercion, bad bosses
A/N: I don't know where this came from.
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"You're making a big mistake," Andy says, holding the elevator door open with his foot.
Sighing, you adjust your purse over your shoulder and snatch your worn leather briefcase out of his hand.
"So everyone keeps telling me," you dryly intone. When it becomes apparent he's not going to move, you shoulder past him, making your way down the hallway. "I'll take the stairs."
It's been three hours since you sent your resignation in and promptly sent your firm into a tailspin. Not that you were expecting anything less from the uptight pricks you work for.
As of 12pm today you no longer have to deal with Barber and associates. Emphasize on associates.
Andy jogs after you, his long legs easily eating up the distance between the two of you until he's at your side.
"I told you I was going to walk unless you reassigned me to a different case." Turning your head, you give your former boss a sharp look, matching his stare beat for beat, not breaking your stride.
He blinks first.
Typical.
Andy runs his fingers through his hair, a deeply frustrated groan rising from his chest. "You can have a corner office."
You push open the exit door leading to the stairwell. "No."
Your heels clatter on the steps as you descend to the first floor.
"No more weekends."
You go down another flight of stairs, briefly pausing to laugh at that ludicrous offer. Shaking your head, you continue downward.
“You can have my office.”
“No Andy.”
"I'll-" Andy runs ahead of you, turning to face you, the desperation dripping from him makes you cringe, you can smell it rolling off of him, it almost drowns out his cologne. "I'll double your salary."
"Not even remotely tempted," you retort, stepping past him when you reach the final landing, you push open the door with your palm, distant sounds of conversations and bright fluorescent lights from the lobby pouring into the dim stairwell. "Unlike you when I say I'm going to do something, I mean it. Goodbye Barber."
The door slams shut behind you, cutting off his worried good luck.
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Closing your apartment door, you lean on the wall, letting your bags fall to the floor and toe off your heels.
Strolling down the hallway, you turn into the dark living room. You're already contemplating new jobs-ones that don't involve negligent bosses and daunting mobsters, hell you might even take the opportunity to move to a new city.
Lost in your thoughts, you don't realize the living room light is on until you're halfway in the room.
"What the fuck," you gasp, taking a step back.
"Ah welcome home," Nick says with a cold smile, livid blue eyes sweeping up your startled body. He leans back in your one decent chair, legs spread like he's sitting on a throne, a glass of bourbon in his hand.
You glance around, eyes widening as you see more men in your small apartment.
Swallowing, you calculate the chances of escaping. It immediately drops to zero when you hear footsteps behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, a lithe blonde in a forest green suit salutes you.
"Mr. Fowler," you breathe out, you ball up your fists to hide the fine tremor running through your hands. "I don't-"
He nonchalantly waves his ring-adorned fingers in the air. "Come here and explain to me why my best lawyer is no longer handling my case."
You hesitate, taking a step backward.
Nick places his glass on the end table, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled. "I don't like to repeat myself." He doesn't raise his voice yet his icy tone seems to resound across the space. "I'm going to give you two choices. We can have this little talk in front of my men or in private."
You look around, heart beating frantically in your chest. "Pr-private."
"Get out." He never takes his eyes off you as the men file out. Footsteps fade. Doors close. The stark silence sends a chill down your spine. He looks at you expectantly and you force yourself forward until you're standing between his legs.
He grabs your waist, shoving you down on top of his large thigh. One large hand curves around your throat while he gently strokes the side of your face with his knuckles. "Imagine my shock and dismay when I have to hear from Andy that my sweet moglie left me days before I’m supposed to go to court."
You should have known that asshole was going to sell you out.
"I had-" The pressure around your throat increases just enough to convey his rage.
"And then I thought to myself, I know why you would quit," he states, his fingers dropping from your face to slide under your skirt, the calloused pad of his thumb finding your clit with ease.
He gazes at you, an unreadable expression forming in his blue eyes while he continues rubbing tight, fast smooth circles. "It's because you must want to work for me personally."
You bite your lip, unsure if the whimper clawing it's way up your throat is because of the sparks of pleasure shooting through you or the prospect of working for the city's most infamous mobster.
He drags your face closer to his, his lips brushing over yours, a smirk stretches across his face. "Don't worry, I'm going to show you all the benefits that come with working for me mia bellissima moglie."
There's something about the way his voice deepens when he switches languages that sets off an alarm in your head. "What does that mean?" You pant, the impeding orgasm making your stomach tense.
He laughs. "You'll find out soon enough."
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shotgunbunny · 1 year
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dc418writes · 6 months
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•|Til Death & More|•
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✨Pairing✨: Andy Barberxblack!reader
Summary🪄: “Til Death” just isn’t enough for some
⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS! implied/mention of adult times, supernatural occurrences, ghosts, what appears to be self harm (it’s not exactly and there’s nothing detailed, but you’ll see), near drowning, angst, mention of psych ward, mention of death (if I missed any warnings please let me know!)
*Disclaimer: although the collage was made by me, I DO NOT own nor claim ownership of the pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*
|Day 1|
Placing the last brown box on the wooden kitchen floor with a small, tired sigh, Andy smiles to himself looking up at you peacefully gazing out the sliding glass towards the still lake just a few meters away. So calming and serene, it appeared as if it were covered in diamonds how it glistened from the suns rays. He quietly strides towards you until his sweatshirt covered arms wrapping around your hips makes you giggle along with his beard tickling the column of your neck.
“Guess what?,” he whispers by the shell of your ear as if you weren’t the only ones there in the two story home.
“Hm?”
“We are officially moved in sweetheart.” His soft lips leave a peck just under your jaw gently swaying you to whatever song currently playing in Andy’s head.
“Now all that’s left is to unpack our hundred or so boxes, figure out where everything needs to go, clean, set up Eli’s room-,”
“One thing at a time okay?,” he chuckles turning you around to face him as his hands soothingly rub along your back. He could practically see the worried thoughts trying to overtake the excited ones you had just yesterday. This was your first time being quite a distance away from your family and friends in the city, which made you understandably nervous.
You just hoped you’d be able to truly stand on your own being a new mother without the added help you were used to being there.
“Look at me,” Andy softly instructs tilting your chin up with his knuckle. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”
“Andy you can’t really-,”
“I just did. And I mean it,” he smiles leaning in to bring your lips together and further prove how true he was of his word. Not that you needed any convincing, Andy never gave you a reason to doubt him and you knew he’d do anything humanly possible to make sure you and your son were okay. It’s what brought you to the countryside in the first place; away from the judgmental eyes, harsh words, and threats at your front door when someone felt bold enough.
Wrapping your arms around his neck, you peck his lips twice more whispering, “I love you” against his smile, which he happily returns along with a chaste kiss of his own.
“You know what? I think it’s time for a break.”
“True, we should probably go get food.” You try to step towards your phone but instead, are held in place by Andy’s hands gripping your hips and gently pushing you backwards until your back pressed against the cold glass.
“I was actually thinking of something else we could do,” he counters. His voice sensually dropping an octave lifting you so your legs naturally wrapped around his hips. His large hands beginning to slowly knead from the back of your thighs to your lower cheeks making you sigh in pleasure.
“And that is?”
“Well since it’s just us in this big, ole’ place and are free from parent duties,” he begins, taking turns nipping and kissing along the side of your neck, “why not break in a few of these rooms?”
You playfully hum in thought strategically stretching your neck giving your husband the access you both craved to that special spot on your pulse that’d instantly make you melt. A brief giggle slipping from your lips before they’re replaced by soft moans.
Pressing his tented crotch against your center, your hips slowly roll on their own as your hand rubs along his scalp to pull at the strands bringing his head upward so your eager tongue could freely roam along his. A deep groan vibrating his chest and pupils dilated until only a thin line of blue remained.
“Where to first?”
|Day 3|
“And over there,” Andy smiles pointing to a shady spot in the backyard as he gently bounces his baby boy, “we could have a little soccer net or tee ball stand. Whatever toys you want bubba.” The three month old just chews on his fist in response, getting the remaining banana taste from between his tiny fingers.
“Even make ourselves a little clubhouse where mom isn’t invited.”
“Um ‘scuse me?,” you smirk over your shoulder rinsing the suds from the last baby bottle.
Andy chuckles striding towards you to sweetly kiss your cheek, “I’m kidding.”
Stretching in his arms, both of you can tell Eli’s sleepy from his long yawn and slow blinks before his fingers are back in his mouth with a soft sigh.
“I’ll put him down-,”
“I got it sweetheart. You relax,” Andy states kissing you once more and lifting Eli so you could kiss his chubby cheeks before heading upstairs. You’re left with silence and running water as you continue washing the dishes, and pan, from breakfast. Occasionally humming one of the many baby lullabies now stuck in your head and making you inwardly laugh at yourself.
“Yep, you’re definitely a mom now Y/N,” you speak to yourself with a light shake of your head. Just as you’re finished with the last fork, a cool breeze prickling the back of your neck causes you to lightly shudder before playfully rolling your dark eyes.
“I’d advise you not to try and scare me when I could be potentially holding a knife Andrew.” Drying your hands as you turn around, your grin falls finding your husband nowhere in sight.
You could’ve sworn he was right behind you. You felt the air on your neck. A presence hovering your back just as he tended to do before hugging you close.
Your bare feet carry you towards the sliding glass door wondering if maybe it was somehow left cracked, but you find nothing. It’s properly sealed and locked just as you saw it yesterday. Looking up from the lock to the recently cleaned glass, a ghastly face gaunt and sunken in at the cheeks staring at you with onyx eyes that eliminated the white normally there, and shoulder length, dark hair makes you fall backwards into the solid body of your husband returning just in time to catch you before you hit the hardwood floor.
“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay,” he coos and shushes soothingly rubbing his large hand up and down your back trying to calm your shaking. “What happened?”
“I-I saw someone.”
“In the yard? They still there?”
“I don’t know.” Andy’s quick to grab the metal bat propped by the glass before unlocking the door and carefully stepping outside. Luckily, with it being daylight, he doesn’t have to venture too far in the yard able to clearly see through the gathering of trees along the sides of your new home.
“Wait here, I’m gonna look out front,” he announces walking through the silent home from the back door to the front. You anxiously sat on the couch nervously bouncing your knee as you waited for his return. The terrifying face still haunting the back of your mind even when you tried telling yourself it was nothing.
“It’s probably just me being a little sleep deprived,” you thought twisting your wedding ring back and forth on your finger. Since moving in, Eli seemed to have even more trouble sleeping through the night. Waking up twice now and refusing to go back down in his crib each time. You’d either have to walk around the house bouncing him in your arms or Andy would bring him in your shared bedroom until he was in a deep enough sleep that he wouldn’t notice when he was back in his.
The door shutting and distinctive beep of the security system engaging brings you out of your thoughts and back to Andy returning the bat to its proper place before sitting next to you to pull you into his lap. “Whoever it was, they’re gone by now. Might’ve thought the place was still empty.”
“Maybe.”
“You okay?,” he asks. Concerned cerulean eyes peering into yours while one hand caresses your cheek and the other grazes your thigh. “You remember what they looked like?”
“I-It was a woman. At least I think it was, but I’m fine Andy..really. My brain might just be acting funny because of the stress from moving and being tired.”
“You sure?” Nodding your head, you softly smile turning to kiss his palm. Your head falling to nuzzle against his neck as he holds you close.
“Tomorrow I’m gonna get some cameras for outside. Motion lights too okay?”
“Mhm,” you reply, eventually feeling relaxed enough that you could no longer fight your own sleep trying to overtake your body.
|Night 6|
“You sure you guys are gonna be okay tomorrow? I can always push back my start date.”
“We’ll be fine,” you smile immediately sliding over to his side of the bed when he’s under the covers. Your leg draped over his hip as his fingertips dance along your freshly shaven and moisturized thigh. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack if you keep worrying so much.”
His deep chuckle has your head lightly bouncing against his pec dusted with hair. “Can’t help it. I’m always gonna worry sweetheart.”
Especially now after finding two dead doves on the front step the past couple mornings; positioned in such a way it had to be an obvious threat. Andy checked the cameras, but could never find anyone around though.
He assumed it had to be the same lady you saw in the backyard the other day. Where she came from or how she found you both, he couldn’t quite figure out yet.
Playing with the charm of his necklace, his lips on the top of your head makes you softly sigh snuggling impossibly closer to the love of your life. The comfortable silence slowly beginning to make both of you drift to sleep after a long day.
“Call if you need me, and I mean anytime Y/N. I’ll come straight home.”
“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper sweetly kissing just above his heart. “You just focus on your first day.”
“I’ll try,” he yawns before lifting your hand to kiss your palm. “I love you.”
“Love you more.”
Like clockwork, Eli’s cries interrupt your peaceful sleep looking over to the monitor on your nightstand to see him on his tummy with head lifted and mouth opened as he wailed. Andy was somehow still asleep - and softly snoring - as you quietly slid out of his grasp into the cold air circulating in your home.
“Shh it’s okay Eli,” you coo as you enter his bedroom lit up with colorful stars that oscillated from his nightlight to the walls. “What’s wrong?”
Nearing his crib, you’re heart sinks and you feel all the air leave your body finding it empty - like your son was never there to begin with.
“A-Andy! Andy wake up!” Your screams go unnoticed rushing back towards the hall until you’re knocked backwards by some force. The walls shake and picture frames lining them rattle from how hard the door slams in front of you.
“Andy! Please!,” you shout yanking the handle that wouldn’t budge. All the while Eli’s cries continuing, and sounding as if he was just outside.
With one final yank you nearly fall again, stumbling back from the door swinging open to show your baby lying in the hall hiccuping with tears rolling down his cheeks.
“It’s okay, I got you sweet boy,” you coo reaching out for your son until a shadowy figure knocks you back down making your head uncomfortably thud against the floor. There’s no getting up this time though feeling as if your wrists and ankles are bound to the carpet below. Panic immediately flushing over your skin as you still try to squirm and wiggle free with tears streaking your face and heartbeat racing in your chest.
The ominous figure slowly steps forward - slender with dull, lifeless skin in a sheer dress that reminded you of the curtains shielding your windows - pointing a bony finger towards you before it morphs into what you could only describe as a talon. With one swipe, you can feel the stinging and burning of scratches left on your skin causing you to cry out in pain.
It’s the last sound you’re able to muster as you watch the same dark talon aim for your neck. Growing closer and closer until it’s prick - just under your jaw - sharpens so, your eyes blur from tears and impending unconsciousness recognizing the stream of blood slowly trickling down your skin.
“Y/N…Y/N! Wake up sweetheart.” Andy’s gentle shakes eventually bring you back with a startled gasp as you reach for your jugular. Your cheeks wet with the tears from your sleep and chest slightly heaving from your sobs.
His palms rest on each cheek making you meet his soft eyes, and further trying to calm you, as he thumbs away the still falling streaks. “S’just a dream sweetheart, you’re okay. I’m here.”
“E-Eli,” you sniffle quickly turning towards the baby monitor to find him sound asleep in the same position you and Andy left him.
“He’s fine, and miraculously out still,” he lightly chuckles hoping he could get the same reaction out of you.
“It..it just felt so real.” Shifting you to sit across his lap, his hands glide along your back and lips occasionally leave kisses on your forehead reminding you you’re safe. “Eli was crying and-,”
“Oh no, you scratched yourself.” Turning your arm, he woefully sighs while his finger runs over the freshly made line - red and already beginning to rise with the smallest dots of dried blood stuck to your skin.
Maybe you did make it yourself, which made the pain you felt all the more real. However, something inside told you otherwise.
“You were saying? What happened with Eli?”
“..I couldn’t find him. You either.” You didn’t want to bring up seeing the demented figure again, already writing it off as your subconscious bringing that face you saw all those days ago back to light. Plus he didn’t need to worry about you. Not with him starting his new position tomorrow.
He was so excited with this chance of being able to be part of a private practice, and collaborating with others for the common goal of a successful case. And more importantly, back to helping clients get the justice they deserved. You didn’t want to get in the way of that.
“I’m sorry that happened sweetheart. We’re right here though and not going anywhere. I promise,” he smiles kissing each cheek before landing on your lips. “Was that all?”
Nodding, you help pull the covers over both your tired bodies snuggling your face even closer to his neck radiating his Forest Wind shower gel. On your worst days and nights, the woodsy scent always helped you relax thinking of Andy and being surrounded by his comforting warmth and soothing words punctuated by sweet pecks.
You hoped it’s power would help you get through yet another rough night, but you could only sit there listening to your husbands soft snores as you stared at the digital clock. Two am turned to four, then five until the soft chime of his alarm alerted both of you it was time to rise for the new day.
A new day that already made you uneasy with images of the mysterious woman flashing in your mind.
|Day 13|
“Hey, welcome,” Andy greets your aunt Virginia - Genie for short - with a hug before extending his arm for her to enter the warmly lit home.
“Of course I was gonna check on my niece and nephews,” she smiles letting him remove her jacket and take her purse to the nearby closet. “This place is gorgeous.”
“Thank you. Let me give you a tour-,”
“Before we do that,” she interrupts stopping his next step with a gentle hand on his bicep, “how are things Andy?” From the look in her eyes, he knew she wanted the honest truth.
Not even settled for five minutes, she could tell something was off. The tired droop of his eyes and disheveled styling of his usual tidy hair only solidified what her intuition was telling her as soon as he opened the door.
Andy scratches the back of his head lightly sighing as he leans against the wall. “I..I honestly don’t know. She hasn’t been sleeping well from waking up with Eli and these dreams-,”
“Dreams?”
“Well nightmares really. They’re so bad, she’s even scratching herself. First it was her arm then it’s moved to her neck, face, thighs even. Each time I have to wake her because she’s crying in her sleep.”
“Hm, I could tell something was off with her over the phone, but she’s been tight lipped. Only telling me not to worry,” Genie states crossing her arms in front of her.
“She tells me the same thing. I’ve tried getting her to go to someone, but she insists she’s okay. That it’ll eventually pass.” A beat of silence is shared between them as Andy shakes his head, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants.
“I moved us here to try and keep them safe, but now Y/N’s suffering, and I don’t know what to do.”
Pulling him close, her arms tenderly wrap around his shoulders giving him the reassuring hug he desperately needed. Any and everyone could see how much he loved you and little Eli, and not being able to immediately fix what was hurting you equally hurt him. It made that guilt he worked so hard to move past with Lori and Jacob’s death resurface; how he swore to himself he’d never let that happen again.
“Let me see her.”
Reaching the cracked door decorated with light grey, wooden letters spelling “Elias”, they both watch as you slowly rocked back and forth feeding your son. Mindlessly grazing your fingertips over his soft curls as he suckled from your breast. The sunlight peering in through the partially covered window hits you just right that Genie can see the dark circles under your eyes. The puffy bags that seemed to weigh you down just as much as whatever was bothering you.
“Sweetheart? Your aunt’s here,” Andy softly announces to not wake the baby while they enter the light blue room. It’s the first time since you’ve moved in that Andy sees that brightness return to your eyes making a small smile curl onto his lips.
“Hey babygirl. How ya feeling?,” she asks kissing your cheek before moving to Eli’s head and squatting beside you.
“I’m uh okay. J-Just a little tired.” Being so close she can see some of the scratches Andy was talking about. The freshest ones being the lone scar on your face bright red and raised. The rest on your neck and arms a bit darker and beginning to scab if they hadn’t been scrubbed away already.
She can’t help but to glide her thumb along the one on your neck before tilting your chin to look at her. “What’s this?”
“Just a little scratch. I had a nightmare and woke up with it so I must’ve done it in my sleep.” Lifting your free hand she observes your fingers taking note of how your nails are cut lower than you usually have them.
“But you’ve never done that before.” You just shrug carefully removing your nipple from Eli’s parted mouth so you can cover yourself and put him down.
“I-I guess it’s new.”
Genie and Andy share a glance as you gaze over your son.
“Hey, why don’t you come with me to town?,” she suggests with her warmest smile. “I meant to pick something up for Eli before I came, but I was busy.”
“You don’t have to get anything for him auntie, trust me he has more than enough,” you giggle.
“Well then he’s about to have some more. And while we’re out we can get something to eat, or just coffee,” she suggests.
“I just put him down though. I-I should stay with him.”
“It’s alright sweetheart, I got him. Go with your aunt, enjoy yourself,” Andy speaks moving to be by your side and rubbing along your back.
“But..your work?”
“It can wait.”
There’s an obvious hesitation as your eyes shift from Andy to Eli’s sleeping form afraid to leave your baby boy. Not that you didn’t trust Andy, it was the figure that only seemed to threaten you and your son that you didn’t trust. Deathly afraid that if Andy so much as turned his back for a second something would happen.
“He’ll be okay,” you aunt smiles.
Slowly nodding your head, your small smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you hug Andy close wrapping your arms around his waist. “Really watch him, okay?,” you whisper into his shirt.
Admittedly, he felt a little hurt that you thought you needed to remind him to watch out for his own son. But the nervousness and fear in your voice showed him it wasn’t that you doubted his ability, but something more that for whatever reason you were too scared to talk about.
“Of course. Don’t worry.”
“I love you.”
“Love you more.”
“Two lattes and two waters please,” your aunt smiles at the waiter handing the teen your menus before he walked away to serve the next table. “Alright, what’s going on?”
“N-Nothing. I told you already I’m just tired.”
“I heard you and can tell you are, but I know that’s not everything.” You knew that mostly quiet car ride as she briefly filled you in on various family members was leading to this moment. That didn’t make you any less nervous or more prepared for it though.
Sighing, your gaze falls to your lap picking at the edges of the dark blue napkin that lay across it. A lump quickly developing in your throat not wanting to experience the humiliation and embarrassment sure to come.
“..promise you won’t laugh,” you whisper.
“Of course.”
“There’s this ghost. A-A woman that keeps haunting me ever since we moved in. She’s the one that’s been leaving these scratches, it’s not me. A-And she’s always after me in these nightmares or trying to take Eli away and I know it sounds crazy-,”
“Y/N calm down, okay?”
“I can’t! I feel like I’m either gonna have to deal with this for the rest of my life or-or..” You can’t even finish your sentence with the tears streaming down your face that have now brought a few eyes and whispers to your table.
“Um y-your drinks,” the waiter clears his throat slowly placing the glasses and coffee cups in front of the both of you. “Anything else I can get you?”
“No we’re fine thanks,” your aunt smiles thankful he was quick to walk away.
“Maybe I am crazy. And all this is just stress or something.”
Scooting a bit closer to the table, aunt Genie leans forward as if what she was about to say was meant for only you. “You’re not crazy, and it’s not stress. I know because the same thing happened to us.”
“Really?”
For the first time in weeks you felt a glimmer of hope strike your heart mixed with the bit of confusion why you’ve never heard about this before.
She nods folding her hands together to rest on the tablecloth, “Your mom doesn’t like to talk about it, but when we were young girls, maybe seven or eight, we moved to this beautiful home. Nice neighborhood, people were friendly, it was like we hit the jackpot. All that mattered to me and your mom though was that we each get our own room.”
“Well fast forward a couple weeks and mama started having these strange dreams. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but then they started becoming more frequent and then the scratches occurred, just like yours. Daddy thought it was just something temporary that would pass, but it didn’t. She tried telling him about it, the lady haunting her dreams and causing those marks but he didn’t believe her. Eventually it got so bad it almost broke them up and daddy tried to take us away from her, which is why, I think, your mom doesn’t like to talk about it.”
And why you were afraid to tell Andy. Fearful of his reaction and what he’d think of you.
“What happened?”
“Daddy started getting the dreams too and that was pretty much the icing on the cake. Our great grandma on your dad’s side came to help, having what we called ‘the gift’ back then. Turns out there was this couple - young too - who were supposed to move in that house, but they unfortunately passed in a car accident. The woman’s spirit didn’t pass on like her husband’s though, instead staying around the house. Especially our rooms.”
“Why yours? She was haunting nana and papa?”
“Apparently they planned on having kids when they finally moved and got settled. Obviously that sadly didn’t happen, and Granny Mae figured that her spirit couldn’t find rest and came back to the house where she’d already had a few teddy bears and old dolls of hers. Thus attaching herself to us as if we were her own since they were in our rooms. Doing that she obviously didn’t too much like our actual parents getting in the way.” She pauses, softly shaking her head as she remembers and takes a sip of her drink. “I only told Granny Mae about this, but she’d get in my dreams too - well, I realized it was her after we saw the article about the accident that is. She’d always hum this lullaby and just brush my hair, they were never nightmares.”
“So how’d she get it to stop?”
“We had to do this ritual like burning and get rid of the toys. As soon as the last bear completely burned, everything was fine. No dreams, no scratches, only peace.”
You let her words, and the smallest ounce of relief, settle over you as you take the last sip of your lukewarm coffee. There was a clear solution that didn’t seem difficult, but now all that was left was for you to try to figure out who this was in the first place and what could be attaching them to your house.
The previous owners, Mr. and Mrs. Copeland, had the house built back in the 50s. When their respective health problems became too much for the other to handle, they realized it might be best to downsize and their kids were then nice enough to chip in for the renovations before putting it on the market - eventually landing into Andy’s lap. The elderly couple and their second eldest even met you and Andy at the cabin about a week before your move in date to personally give you the keys. Each of them so nice as you talked over dinner. Mrs. Copeland just couldn’t stop smiling and cooing at baby Eli as he flashed gummy smiles back from his car seat.
Clearly whoever was doing this had some personal vendetta.
“I just don’t know why this woman is after me? The Copeland’s are doing well and no one has ever passed there.”
“And it’s just you dealing with this?”
“Andy hasn’t said anything, and Eli hasn’t really been sleeping but I assumed that was because it was a new place you know? That he just needed to get used to everything,” you answer nervously tapping your thumb against the porcelain cup.
“Well whoever this is, I’m sure they’ll show themselves at some point. I know that’s not very helpful, but hopefully it comes sooner than later,” your aunt sympathetically smiles reaching over to give your forearm a reassuring squeeze. “There’s definitely things we can do in the mean time that’ll keep the spirit at bay. Maybe even get rid of her too if this is just some lost soul.”
You gently nod with a soft smile as you try to will yourself to relax. True it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but at least it was better than nothing.
|Night 26|
Letting your head rest on the back of the white, pedestal tub, an easy breath passes through your nostrils as your body sinks just a few more inches deeper into the hot water. Mango scented bubbles perfectly covering the water and your chest as you let the steam melt away the earlier hours of the day. You’re so relaxed you don’t even hear Andy step into the bathroom with his tie already gone, sleeves rolled up his forearms, and a smile on his face while he leans against the doorframe.
“Don’t you look relaxed,” he states making you shyly giggle as you open your eyes. Though his tone was teasing, he was glad to finally see you rested and at ease after the past few weeks. You were finally sleeping not having to worry about any nightmares, and even Eli seemed to be better now sleeping through the night himself. Ever since your aunt burned sage throughout the house and it’s rooms - chanting a prayer of protection as she wafted the light stream of smoke coming from the reddened end - things definitely seemed calmer.
Andy noticed your glow begin to return as the scars faded only making him more joyful and relieved that you were healing with each passing day.
“Sorry I’m late.”
“S’okay. Just glad you’re home.” Your hand reaches to grip his chin as soon as he’s kneeling beside the tub to bring his lips to yours. The sweet welcome quickly turning more passionate and needy when his hand caresses the column of your throat - and squeezing ever so softly - in an attempt to keep you as close as possible. Your moment is cut short though when the familiar chime of his phone echoes off the walls making Andy begrudgingly part away with an exasperated groan.
“It’s Mrs. Thompson again, I already know.”
“Call her back tomorrow. You’re off the clock with your sweet wife who really missed you,” you seductively pout beginning to untuck his button down. From the way he lowly chuckles biting the corner of his lip, he’s tempted to follow your words and throw his phone out the room, but the loud chime has both of you groaning as he searches his pocket for the currently annoying device.
“Give me five minutes, and I promise it’s you and me,” he whispers before sweetly kissing your forehead and walking out the room. His steps echoing as he desperately tried to calm Mrs. Thompson’s qualms regarding her case.
With a sigh, you sit back returning to your original position while you wait for your husband to eventually join you. Your eyes closed while you let the gentle sway of the warm water against your skin nearly drift you to sleep until fingertips along the column of your neck are bringing you back.
“One more minute and I would’ve been gone,” you smile, but it doesn’t last opening your eyes to find your husband’s ex-wife above you.
His dead ex-wife. In the same long, white dress with sunken in and gaunt features as the figure that’s been plaguing your mind all this time.
“L-Laurie?…Wha-..How-?” You can’t get your words together for the fear taking over your body and her grip tightening around your throat as she forcefully pushes you down below the surface of bubbles. No matter how much you kicked and squirmed clawing and hitting at her arm, her grip never faltered. It only tightened, seemingly locking you in place on the tub’s floor until your fight was replaced by fatigue. Your arms falling to your sides as her shadow above you became more blurry with each passing second.
At the last moment, you swear you can hear a muffled shout but you’re too far gone feeling your body start to surrender to the silence.
Something keeps you on this side though once again hearing a muffled voice that soon grows so clear you can tell it’s Andy. Can feel his hands pressing into your chest over and over until soapy water shoots from your mouth and burns your nostrils as you uncontrollably cough and sputter.
“You’re okay, you’re here. I got you,” Andy repeats holding your shaken and sobbing body close as he grabs the nearest towel to dry you off and vigorously rub his hands along your back and arms for warmth.
His words honestly for his sake just as much as yours, being shaken himself finding his love underwater and not moving.
“W-What happened huh? I leave you for five minutes a-and..” Tears run down his cheeks afraid of what could’ve been if he’d taken a minute longer. “Sweetheart I promise I won’t be mad, j-just tell me why. If you need help-,”
“It’s Laurie!,” you hoarsely answer into his neck. “It’s been her the whole time.” Eyebrows furrowed, he gently moves both of you so you’re eyes meet as his palm rests against your cheek.
“Laurie? What are you talking about, you know she’s gone.”
“I-I know it sounds crazy but I’m telling the truth! Since we moved in, she’s what I’ve been seeing a-and the figure that’s kept showing in my dreams.”
Your husband only sighs, peering at you sympathetically, “Y/N look, I know you’re stressed about the move and being a great mom, but you don’t need to be sweetheart. And you definitely don’t need to compare yourself to her-,”
“I’m not Andy! She’s only after me because she wants you! I-I didn’t know it before, but now it all makes sense.” You could feel your heart break as he continued to look at you with that same sorrowful expression. He still didn’t believe you, and you weren’t sure if he ever would.
“Baby please. You know me, I wouldn’t try to do this to myself or make this up!” One hand grips tighter around the towel wrapped firmly around you while the other holds onto Andy’s shirt snuggling as close as possible.
“Andy please,” you whisper. A lone tear falling down your cheek serving as more of your silent plea.
Remaining silent, he simply helps you to your feet placing your dark gray robe on your shoulders beginning to shake again from your shivering and shock. It was the only thing he could think to do at the moment as he slowly guided you over the threshold to your bedroom.
“Let’s get you to bed.”
“Hey, where is she?”
“In bed,” Andy sighs standing across the kitchen island from your aunt sat in one of the barstools. “I got her dried off and in her pajamas before I gave her one of my old sleeping pills.”
Still traumatized from your once tranquil bath, you refused to close your eyes for the longest not wanting to see Laurie again and give her a second chance to finish what she started. You just sat in the bed curled into Andy’s side as your eyes stayed fixed towards the dark bathroom and he gently rocked you back and forth with lips pressed against your temple. Andy tried assuring you everything was fine - especially with him right there with you - but how could he really?
Finally surrendering to your heavy lids that refused to stay open a minute longer, he watched as you quietly slept. Tears silently dripping down his face at the thought of almost losing you. The only person he could think to call was Genie, knowing - or hoping - you’d potentially discussed feeling depressed or overwhelmed with her.
“I’m sorry to call you over so late, I just…I know she’s been struggling with the move and then the dreams, but I thought everything was good now.” His eyes begin to water again as he grips the edge of the island. “She was back to Y/N, but then this happens and now…I-I don’t know what to do aunt Genie.”
“It’s gonna be okay Andrew, we’re gonna figure this out. Now, tell me again everything that happened.”
“She was in the tub when I got home and seemed happy. I went to take a call that took 10 minutes, at most, and by the time I came back she…”
“Take your time.”
He takes a breath, standing a bit straighter to quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. “She was underwater and she wasn’t breathing. Then when she came to she started talking about Laurie-,”
“Laurie? What about her?”
“That she was the one who pulled her under and who’s been in her dreams,” he explains passing his hand through his already unruly strands. Genie stays quiet, lightly tapping her thumbs against the black mug halfway filled with water thinking back to everything you told her over coffee a few days ago. “I didn’t think she was comparing herself so much to her.”
After your outing, you made your aunt swear she wouldn’t say anything to Andy. And if he asked, as far as she knew, your nightmares were just from stress and would eventually pass.
She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto that promise though. Not now after what happened.
“I’m thinking it might be a bit of postpartum depression just manifesting in different ways. In the morning I’ll call her doctor and see if we can possibly get her admitted to the Wellness Center.”
“Andy,” Genie sighs, “Don’t-,”
“I don’t want to send her, but what choice do I have? There she’ll have time to get better. Get the help she needs.”
“She’s not insane Andy. What she’s talking about - being haunted - is real. Whether you believe it or not,” your aunt states. From the way he crosses his arms in front of his chest appearing a mix of exhausted and frustrated, she sees he unsurprisingly doesn’t.
“Ghosts, spirits, whatever you wanna call them don’t exist.”
“They do. I’ve seen it firsthand enough times that when I first came here and saw my niece like that, I knew what was happening. The dreams just confirmed-,”
Andy’s heard enough, angrily slamming his hand down on the countertop startling your aunt - and waking Eli from the sound of his cries. How could she not see you needed help? Professional help. Not some “hocus pocus” nonsense.
“Y/N is sick! This isn’t some storybook fairytale! I’m not waiting around while my wife practically deteriorates in front of me! Not again!,” he shouts.
The sudden darkness from the power shutting off feels like a bad omen as a sudden chill runs over your aunt while your husband curses under his breath searching the drawers for a flashlight.
“Probably just the wind messing with the lines. I’ll be back.”
“Andy…,” your aunt calls in a warning tone, but he continues towards the basement.
“I’ll be fine. Check on Eli then both of you go to our bedroom and stay there while I try to figure out what’s going on, okay?”
Her intuition knew this was more than just faulty lights. So badly she wanted to give Andy a little shake before forcing him to bring his family to her house where they would be safe. But - knowing it’s all she could do - she only nodded, watching as the stubborn lawyer passed through the creaky door next to the hall closet and descended down the steps. His feet thudding against the light wood until she couldn’t hear them anymore.
“Dammit,” Andy whispers to himself frustratedly trying the switches on the breaker once again. Still, nothing happened.
If it truly was the the power lines, utility workers would come but probably not until the morning. Maybe you and Eli could stay with your aunt for the rest of the night and tomorrow while he sta-
“Andy,” a familiar voice whispers making him quickly turn with the flashlight beaming into the darkness in front of him. It calls again making his brows furrow as he steps closer in the direction the voice was coming from.
“Y/N? Baby you don’t need to be down h-,” he begins but immediately stops feeling his blood and every cell in his body run cold at the sight of his ex-wife. She appeared in exactly the same shape he last saw her the morning of the accident. Brunette hair tucked behind her ears and stopping just past her shoulder blades. Her brown eyes bright as she gazed at him with a soft smile on her lips and arms out calling him forward.
“Come home Andy.”
He’s dumbfounded and unable to speak watching his ex-wife step closer and closer in her shin-length white dress reminiscent of a negligee. His mind struggling to understand how this could be. Before she can touch his hand, the basement door up the steps opens to show a flashlight bouncing with every step down.
“Andy? You okay?,” Genie calls halfway down the staircase.
Just as fast as she appeared, she’s gone again leaving him more stunned with heart pounding in his chest than when she was in front of him.
You were right.
Laurie was the plague eating at you since you moved in and it was all inadvertently because of him. Her continued love that turned into possessiveness unable to see him moved on and happy with someone else.
“Andy…what happened?” Now in front of him, Genie had seen the look on his face enough times to recognize he saw something unexplainable. It was similar to the one on her own father’s face all those years ago waking up from his time with the woman after her mother.
“Y/N and Eli,” he mutters trying to rush past, but Genie grabs hold of his arm to stop him.
“They’re fine and still sleeping. What did you see?”
“…it was her. I-I saw Laurie.”
“And what happened?”
“She told me to come home. W-What does she mean?”
“Probably that she wants you to come with her on that side. Be a family again.”
Andy would never regret his time with Laurie. Although it had its rough moments, there was still happiness. She was his first love who gave him his first child and was there for the biggest moments of his life. A piece of his heart would always hold her place til the day he passed on.
You though? You were his saving grace restoring light and love in his life when he thought there couldn’t possibly be anymore. You healed his soul and gave him a new family when he didn’t feel worthy of one anymore. You didn’t just own his heart, you were his heart. Every little thing about you - even the things you hated and tried to hide - kept him breathing and every part of him moving and able to function.
You - and now Eli - were his reason to live, and he’d be damned if anyone tried to take you from him or vice versa.
“And how do I get her to stop?,” he asks more determined now to end Laurie’s presence in his home.
“Something of hers that’s in your possession is still holding her to you. Whether it’s a picture, note-,”
“Her ring,” he whispers mentally kicking himself for keeping it in the first place.
“Okay then, we need to destroy it. Burn it while also chanting a cleansing prayer that will rid her from this side and send her on,” Genie explains as he follows along appearing more receptive this time than in the kitchen moments ago. “Give me the ring and I’ll-,”
Andy shakes his head. “No, this is for me to do. I caused this and it’s me she’s after, so I need to handle it.”
“That’s very commendable, but you don’t know what you’re up against Andrew. It’s dangerous and you not having dealt with this before could end very bad.”
“I guess we’ll just have to see what happens then, because I’m not leaving this house until she’s gone and my family is safe.”
|Day 27|
Your head feels woozy waking up to the sound of birds chirping and a single beam of sun coming through the split in the thick curtains. Stretching out your arm in search of your husband, you’re a bit disappointed not to feel his body or see him as you turn to what would be his side.
That’s when your vision settles and you realize you’re not home. No longer in your bed - and definitely not in your room - recognizing the standing lamp in the corner of the room qualms your oncoming worries while you carefully sit up with your back against the headboard.
“A-Aunt Genie?!,” you call leaning forward to try to hear any noise from the rest of the house. Soon you can tell the shuffle of her feet down the hall as she babbles with baby Eli to make him laugh.
“Let’s see how mommy’s doing,” she whispers to your son before opening the door and cutting on the nearby lamp. “Hey, how ya feeling babygirl?”
“A little off because of the meds, but good.” Handing Eli to you as she sits on the side of the bed, he easily brings a wide smile to your face with his own gummy one happy to be back in your arms again. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle and nose scrunches remind you so much of your husband who was currently missing. “Where’s Andy?”
“He’s uh back at the house.”
“Why? Is something wrong?”
Taking a slight pause, she tries to figure out the best way to break everything to you. With every option though, she doesn’t see it ending well and worries herself about your possible setback.
“How much of last night do you remember?,” she carefully asks.
“Well, I fed this one,” you begin, tickling Eli in that spot under his chin that always had the biggest grin appearing on his face along with his adorable giggle. “Put him to bed, then I-,”
Your hand reaches for your neck remembering the tight grip that almost took this day away from you. Almost took you away from your family.
Noticing your mood fall, Genie is quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders and squeeze just the right amount for your comfort. “It’s alright, you’re safe.”
“W-Why did Andy stay home? And why are we here?”
“Because he’s getting rid of Laurie. For good.”
“By himself?!”
“I warned him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she explains. “He said it was something he had to do, so I gave him the most explicit directions I could and he told me to take you and Eli.” Now that you think about it, at some point in the night it seemed you could feel his soft lips on your temple. You just wrote it off as a dream, but hearing what he did makes you believe the opposite. That maybe it was for just in case that’d be his last chance to do such a small action.
Thinking about it makes your eyes begin to water as you try to focus on your calm baby boy lying in your arms. The pain in your heart grows by the minute though only able to think of Andy.
“Have you heard from him since?”
She shakes her head. The silence around the both of you nearly painful as you expect the worst seeing that it was already almost 12 in the afternoon.
“I need to go back.”
“No, I’ll go back. You-,”
The sudden knock on the front door has both of your heads whipping in the direction of the heavy sound curious of who it could be. Of course you wished it was your husband; safe, sound, and excited to bring his family home, but from the glare of a flashing blue and red light you could feel your world begin to crumble.
“Wait here,” your aunt instructs swiftly sliding from the bed to hurry down the hall. The faint clicks of the locks carry to your room along with her polite, “Hello officer.” You lean forward trying to hear more, but it’s only whispers which confirms your earlier suspicions.
A lone tear slides down your cheek as you hold Eli a bit closer to your chest. He’s blissfully oblivious to what’s going on - how their lives would surely change with the loss of a truly wonderful and loving man - which only makes your heart break more.
Leaving a peck on his forehead, you gently begin rocking your baby back and forth trying to focus on something else other than your hurt. Your tears now falling heavier and lips quivering.
“We’re gonna be okay sweet boy. I promise.”
“Could’ve sworn I said the same to you.”
Looking up to see your husband again is the greatest relief you’ve experienced, smiling wide and not caring how much of a mess you may look with tears on your face and nose running.
He’s quick to press his lips against Eli’s forehead and making him giggle from tickling his belly before they’re on yours savoring your taste while also showing how much he missed you. A small whimper echoing in his throat from you accidentally bumping the cut on his bottom one. “Sorry.”
He chuckles, “It’s worth it.”
There’s a cut over his eyebrow covered by a bandage and bruises littering his skin from his face, down to his arms - and possibly lower from how dirty his pants look. The way he carefully sits on the bed and winces every now and then you can tell he’s also sore.
“What happened?”
“As you can probably tell she put up a fight. Ended up setting off the security system just as I finished the prayer and knocking me out in the process. Because they couldn’t get me, they sent police out who found me and called the ambulance.”
“But no one called me.”
“Because I told them not to. It was already late and I knew that pill would have you out for the rest of the night. Plus they would’ve just kept questioning you like they did me. They think it was a home invasion, and I just went along with it.”
But both of you know better, and it’s a secret that’ll forever stay between you.
“So now what? S-She’s really gone?”
“Well,” Andy sighs taking a now sleeping Eli from your arms to hold against his chest - needing to feel that rapid patter of his little boy’s heart to remind him how he truly made it back to his loves - before wrapping an arm around your shoulder while you carefully sink into his side, “as for the police, they’ll more than likely give up since they won’t find anything and I’ll tell them that’s okay. As for Laurie, we won’t have any problems from her.”
That sentence alone brings tears to your eyes again finally being done with her torment. No more scars - be it physical or mental - and nothing trying to separate you from Andy.
Hopefully through everything you’ve experienced you’ve proven to the universe how bonded you truly are, and can have true peace with the man you love so much.
“I hope you’re right,” you whisper feeling your eyes begin to flutter close after leaving a peck on his chest.
“If I’m not, I won’t stop until my family’s safe. I promised you that, and I’ll die before that gets broken.”
*So I’ve had this in my drafts since last Halloween (yes you read that right😓) and finally got the motivation to finish it☺️! I hope you guys like this little intro story to my spooky season line up (yes I’m starting now so hopefully I can get more out than I could last year lol).
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slyyywriting · 2 years
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Don't Make It Harder
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Summary: You're tangled in a messy custody case with the Barbers.
Wordcount: 2.1k
Warnings: NONCON!, dubcon, explicit sex, rough sex, vaginal penetration
18+ ONLY, IF YOU ARE A MINOR KINDLY FUCK OFF RESPECTFULLY! HEED THE WARNINGS! PROCEED AT YOUR OWN RISK!
A/N: my first Andy fic and it's like this lol. I just want him to overpower me so, here we go! Feedback is appreciated. Enjoy~
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“I can’t believe you!” Andy pushes your door open forcefully and stomps into your hotel room with angry huffs. His jacket was still wet from the down pour outside while you stood in your silk pajamas. Mouth agape from the surprise of him barging in, you shake your head and close the door, following him inside your room.
“Come on right in, Andy,” you roll your eyes and walk over to the couch to mute the Real Housewives reunion you were barely watching. Andy had helped himself on your mini bar, glasses clinking loudly as his rage rolled off him in waves. He takes a large gulp before he turns himself to face you with your arms crossed over your chest and a brow raised at his presence.
It was past midnight and it took him three hours of tossing and turning in his bed before he had given up on sleep and drove to the hotel you stayed at. He had a lot to say to you and he was going to in a minute. First he needed to calm down a bit.
Andy sat on the lounge chair next to the sofa, gesturing you to do the same but you only scoff at him. He growls and takes another sip of the brandy in his hand, eyeing your suite with the sharpness of a predator. That’s when he notices the coffee table with various documents piled up, your open laptop and a leather bound notebook you always favored.
You follow his line of sight. He scoffs before downing everything in his glass, slamming it on small table before him. “You’re not even preparing for this whole thing! You don’t care. You just want me to hurt, huh? That’s all this is. A ploy to get back at me. Kick me while I’m down.”
“Stop. You’re being stupid right now and very, very unprofessional.”
Andy chuckles and stands to his full height, his shoulders were squared. If it were any other person huffing and puffing at you right now you’d be thinking of ways to duck out. But this was Andy. All bark and just a little bit of bite.
“You don’t even like her! That’s the only reason you took her case, to hurt me right? Which I must say, is actually below you. Don’t you have other people to harass in New York?” It’s wrong. It really is. However, seeing him all disheveled with the veins of his neck straining and his hands on his hips made you squirm where you stood. “Mission accomplished, sweetheart. I’m fucking fuming, I’m going out of my head. You win. Now, back out as Laurie’s counsel.”
You cackle at his statement. Finally peeling your feet of the carpeted floor to pour yourself a drink. You take the wine bottle out of the bucket and pop the cork off, pouring into a glass with a generous amount.
“No, Andy. You don’t get things just because you tell me to. Not anymore.” You put the cork back in and walk back to the couch, flopping down on the velvet seat before taking a sip.
“Damn it! I know I fucked it up between you and me but this is my life! And I know for a fact that Laurie can’t afford your fees when she got you to do this for her. You’re staying at a three-thousand-dollar-a-night suite in the fucking Ritz for fucks sake! What else could this be but a fucking vendetta against me?”
You pause. There is an underlying truth to Andy’s words. You’d almost forgotten how much he got under your skin. It’s been years for fucks sake but you couldn’t deny the hold he still had over you.
So when Laurie had walked into your office in Manhattan with that crazy look in her eyes you knew that the fantasy had finally shattered. She wanted a divorce, she’d told you. She wanted to have enough that she could start somewhere comfortably. She wanted a recommendation for a job, one that she’d brushed off all those years ago when you’d offered jovially thinking she deserved to run bigger things aside from a charity. Lastly, she wanted sole custody over their son.
You were silent up until her last request. You told her that Andrew Barber would never let her go quietly and that he’d fight tooth and nail for Jacob. But nothing could defeat the motivation of a woman scorned. You weren’t convinced until Laurie told you that you’d also get back at him for stringing you along all those years.
She had known. You smiled bitterly at her. Maybe she was not aware of the whole truth but she knew enough. Maybe she knew the day Andy had introduced you to her at that office party; his brightest intern up to date. Maybe she knew when Andy embraced you after losing your first case and they had you over for dinner to cheer you up. Or maybe she knew when you quit and packed for New York.
You hated that knowing smirk on Laurie’s face as those words left her mouth. You’ve hated her for years but at that moment you wanted to tell her to eat shit. You knew that she was desperate. Proof was in the miles she drove just to ask for your help. No good lawyer in Boston would take her case without the rumor mill working overtime. Plus those who would take her case would be buried by Andy.
She wanted to hit him where it hurt and so did you.
“You’re blowing this out of proportion, Andy. You and I both know that no straight laced lawyer would take her as client here in your city. She knows what I’m capable of so she hired me. Whatever is under the surface, no one else is aware of.” You finish your wine, itching for another. “I’ve made my decision weeks ago. I’m seeing this through. For Laurie.”
“Bullshit!” glass shatters with a flick of Andy’s wrist. You don’t flinch. Used to his bursts of anger he only ever shows you. You were the only one who saw the afterhours version of him. The one raised in the scraggly streets of Newton. The Andy who was not patient or kind or soft spoken. The Andy that brought you pleasure through pain. The Andy that Laurie only saw when shit hit the fan in the last year.
He exhales through his lips. Composing himself back to what suburbia saw him as. When he looks at you the blue of his eyes are gone. But they’re not soft, no, never with you. Never when you were alone.
“Sweetheart. I’m sorry.” His accent bleeds out. The one he tries to forget, the part of him he buried along with his history. He kneels before your feet, taking your hands into his own. Rubbing and petting your soft skin against his calloused palms. He lifts them up to his lips, kissing your knuckles softly, one by one. A practiced atonement for a regular fuck up.
“You have to understand. I don’t want Jacob to grow up without a father. He’s already been through too much. I don’t want to repeat the cycle. Not to Jake, okay? He doesn’t deserve this.” your steely gaze at him lets him know you’ve made up your mind. His hold on your hands tighten. “What do you want me to do, huh? I’m already on my fucking knees, sweetheart. What else do you need? A promise? Huh?”
His hands move from your hands to your arms, until he grabs you by the shoulders. “Want me to make good on my promise? It’s all attainable now! Since Laurie wants to leave me then maybe, yeah? Maybe we can finally be together, baby girl.”
“Andy—“
He pushes you down on the couch and kneels between your legs. You claw at him when he reaches for your pajama top’s buttons, protesting his heavy hands as they paw at you. When you move too much for his liking he yanks your top open causing buttons to fly around. You help and swipe at his face but he takes both your wrists easily before flipping you onto your stomach.
“Come on, sweetheart. You ain’t gotta fight me on this one. This what you want right? This what you miss? Me being fucking rough on you as I take your tight cunt—my tight little cunt—and fill her to the brim. Taking you so fucking hard that you ain’t walkin’ right for the next couple’a days.”
“No—Andy! I don’t want this, please! Stop—“
He pushes your face into the couch until your cheek hurts. His hand completely pinning you down by the back of your skull. He yanks your silk pants forcefully while he adjusts himself over you. You whimper in fear, in anticipation for what was to come. Maybe you overdid pushing his buttons, the impending loss of his hold over his life had finally broken him.
Your pleading is muffled as you hear his belt buckle clink followed by the sound of a zipper. Your scream is absorbed by the velvet seat as he enters you with one swoop, pushing your body forward with his thrust. The pace he sets on is brutal, hitting your cervix on repeat with every push. The sound of his skin slapping against yours echoes within the walls of your room.
You arch and buck, wanting him off of you as pain lingers in your core. You weren’t prepared to take him. Not like this. Not when he acted like a beast that’s been poked and prodded within its cage for too long. But he doesn’t budge. Doesn’t even falter as he overpowers you, hands gripping your wrists behind you like a vice, body pressing you down. You have no choice but to take him, take his pounding while your tears spill over your cheeks.
“You’re a fuckin’ liar, sweetheart. You do want me.” He pulls out until his tip is only kissing your entrance, admiring his now wet cock as it shines with your slick. He pushes back in slowly, inch by torturous inch, listening to the sound of your arousal finally accept it. He thrusts in slowly a couple more times, looking at you swallow him in amazement. Andy would be lying if he said he didn’t miss you. Because he did, every fucking moment of the day. Even when you left he missed you. Even more so, even.
He thrusts harshly again, his pelvis colliding with your ass. “You still want me to stop? Huh? Of course not! You’re my dirty little slut who loves when I hurt you and mark you up. You love when I leave bruises and make you sore. Make you dumb, make you stop thinking with that beautiful big brain of yours.”
Andy lets your head go and grabs your thigh upwards, widening your stance and giving him more access. He pushes in, pistoning inside of you until you moan loudly with want, eyes clenched as you can’t contain the pleasure any longer. It builds and builds until you squeeze his cock, making yourself feel the fullness of him. Your please morphing into yeses and mores and obscenities for him to give you everything.
When your orgasm hits you, your head spins as you shake under Andy. He doesn’t relent while you writhe and curse, prolonging your high until he spills inside you with a bite on your shoulder. You feel him fill you up, leaking out of you and onto the couch until he’s satisfied.
You lie there unmoving, catching your breath until he lifts himself off you. In the next minute you hear his voice far away before the closing of the door. “Do as I ask, sweetheart.”
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Andy’s yelling when the judge hits his gavel twice.
“Motion for reconsideration, your honor!” his lawyer submits orally on his behalf before telling him to calm down.
“You have five days to submit your motion, counsel. But considering what we heard today in the court room, it’s very unlikely that this court’s decision will be reneged.” The judge stands and so do you.
You fix your skirt and turn to Laurie as she hugs you. She thanks you with a murmur before her eyes land on her ex-husband. You tell Laurie to leave ahead while you take care of this mess.
“Calm down, Andrew. We still have time.” His lawyer reminds him but he’s seething as he sees your smirk.
“See, that’s exactly the behavior Jacob shouldn’t be around with.” You taunt him with a tranquil smile. “Try anger management classes and then maybe, just maybe we’ll let you see your son.” You turn to leave the room, your smile immediately replaced with a somber expression.
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ughdontbeboring · 2 years
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Not Mine (blurb)
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Andy Barber x woc Reader
Lorie reminded you who’s “Mrs. Barber” and that Andy isn’t yours….but can you be ok with that?
warnings: angst, not sure what else to tag but if im missing something let me know !
sidenote: since the main story did so well in like less then 10 hrs heres a follow up blurb from this story basically a different ending.
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She had made it to the door leading to the lobby of his floor before she found herself turning back around. She ignored the text message pings coming back to back from her iPhone and His assistant as the young woman called to her as she hastily neared his door. 
YN pushed the door back open and stepped into the room. Andy and Lorie’s heads snapped in her direction. They were standing on opposite sides of his desk. And by Andy’s body language (which she knew well) she could tell the conversation wasn’t going that well. 
YN’s blood was boiling at the sight of Lorie. She was trying to stay civil because this was Andy’s work place but her patience was running thin. If Lorie thought her little remark deflated YN or how she felt about Andy then she was truly mistaken. YN was more then capable of playing this game and reminding a bitch of her place. 
Though Andy never talked about it himself YN had over heard their conversations plenty of times and could hear the way which Lorie spoke to him. Rude, degrading and blameful. Everything was Andy’s fault in Lorie’s eyes, no matter how hard Andy tried. No matter how much respect and kindness he showed her, she never returned it. 
She continued walking into the office as they both watched her. Andy’s face was confused, she didn’t blame him from the beginning she said she didn’t want anything to do with Lorie or to be around her, mainly because her and Andy were just fuck buddies and their situation had nothing to do with her. Hell she didn’t even know the woman’s name until she heard Andy talking to her one the phone one night.
YN bite her lip at Lorie’s shocked expression at the young woman’s sudden intrusion. If she only knew the things YN and Andy had done and where, she’d really have something to be shocked about. The way Andy always eat her pussy like he was a man on death row savoring his last meal, the way she sucked the soul out of Andy whenever she had his heavy cock in her mouth. The way Andy fucked like it was his only job to please her, his large hard thick cock stretching her out. The stamina of a man half his age. 
Lorie was beyond stupid to let Andy go and not try to work things out. Stupid to not fight for Andy. YN decided she wouldn’t be so stupid, even with the doubt creeping in that Andy may not feel the same about her.
“Excuse me! Me and my husband are ta-“
“Mr. Barber! I’m so sorry but I tried to stop her from-“
“Amanda it’s alright, she’s fine” Andy’s loud attorney voice sounded in the room silencing the women. 
“Oh ok” she said quietly as YN glared at her before turning back to Andy, who was walking towards her.
Amanda slowly backed towards the door, as Lorie watched Andy and YN like a hawk. Her face red with anger, disbelief and embarrassment at what she was witnessing. She assumed Andy was sleeping with women especially when he went and got an apartment about 8 months ago, he threw around words like “boundaries” and “personal space”, she just assumed it wasn’t serious. Now she wasn’t so sure.
Lorie’s problem was she thought Andy would was her there, no matter how she treated him.
“Hey, you ok?” He asked quietly. His eyes sincere as his hand grabbed her elbow, his thumb gently caressing it, causing her body to start relaxing automatically. Her doubts of Andy’s lack of feelings for her vanishing almost instantly at his display of affection in front of his “wife” and assistant. Her usual confidence was coming back.
There was that look again she couldn’t shake. That look she tried to deny but told her everything she needed to know.
“Andy are you serious-“ 
“Andy would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” YN asked confidently cutting off Lorie as her eyes never lefts Andy’s surprised one’s.
She knew he wasn’t expecting this, not when they agreed to just be fuck buddies and she never missed the opportunity to remind him. But they couldn’t ignore the pull between them, the chemistry, the admiration. 
Walking away moments before and leaving Andy with Lorie made her feel everything instantly. Everything that she had spent months trying to ignore suddenly consumed her. 
She wanted more then to be just fucking Andrew Barber. 
He pulled her in for a quick passionate kiss. His large hand tilting her head back as his tongue exploring her mouth, Lorie’s gasped could be barely be heard over their groans. 
“I’ll see you at 7 Princess” he answered with a small smile when he finally pulled back for air. 
YN couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on her face or the butterflies that consumed her stomach. 
“It’s a date” she said breathlessly. 
She pulled away and started for the door, hardly sparing Lorie a glance while throwing “Take care Lorie” over her shoulder, emphasizing her name. 
She be damned if she let Lorie hurt Andy again. She didn’t know everything about Andy or where their relationship would go but she knew he deserved better then contentment disguised as love and a weak head game. 
YN planned to turn Andrew Barber’s world upside down in the best way possible. 
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flordeamatista · 6 months
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THE DEVIL
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pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader
concept: The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.
word count: 1k
warnings: sex tape + corruption kink + pussy slapping, nicknames: (Angel)
a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.
THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23
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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.
Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.
His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.
A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.
"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”
You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo. 
Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.
An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.
Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.
There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.
You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge. 
A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.
There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?
While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.
A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.
He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.
His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.
With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.
When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.
“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”
Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.
“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.
As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.
It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.
In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder. 
You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten. 
His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.” 
There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.
Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.
The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.
There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.
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cevansbrat0007 · 11 months
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The Green Light
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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.  
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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.
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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.”
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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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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber × fem!wife!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, p in v (unprotected), mention of edging, light degrading (very light) spanking (like once), idk what else
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I won't be posting for a little while now, my plan is to finish some fics and have them ready for all of you!! reblog/ comment and follow!
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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.
slutty bonus, you whore's
"You're lucky I love carrying you around," he stated as his hand came to rest on your thigh.
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"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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