#andy barber x you
Necessary arrangements is one of my favourite series and especially Andy makes me🥺🥺. The newest part with the wedding day got me right in the feels and I just hope to see some fluff and love between Andy and the reader🙏🏻 please please❤️
I’m such a soft slut for NA!Andy and his girl too 🥺 In fact, shall we get a little peek at what’s coming up for them next? I think you’ll like it, nonnie 😘
Warnings: Explicit sexual content & language. Unprotected sex. Nightmares. Implied PTSD. Reference to violence. 18+ only!
“Andy!” you cried softly, your breath catching as he drove up into you again, harder this time.
“That’s it, honey,” he groaned as you rocked against him frantically, circling your hips to grind your clit against him, whining at the added stimulation. “Take what you want from me.”
Moaning at his words you clenched around him hard, eyes burning with tears because the feelings--the pleasure--was so intense as you picked up your pace, your fingers digging into his chest and holding on for dear life.
“Go on,” Andy urged, the vein in his neck bulging as you rode him harder. “Use this cock to make yourself feel good. It’s all yours, sweetheart. I’m all yours.”
Something about his raspy admission had you cumming hard, head thrown back as you gasped his name and trembled over top of him.
“Christ,” Andy grunted quietly, head falling back on the pillow as your cunt strangled his cock. The flood of your pleasure wet him all the more as it seeped out around the base of his cock as you writhed over him still.
Panting, your body went limp from exhaustion as you collapsed against Andy’s chest. Deeply sated, your eyes fluttered as he twisted with you in his arms and pressed you into the mattress before driving into you with a desperate moan.
You felt another small rise in you as Andy let go. He tossed his head back, his beautiful face flushed and lips parted as he groaned your name as he filled you with his cock over and over again.
Reaching for him, your fingers teased the edge of his jaw, until Andy was blinking his eyes open, staring at you--dazed--even as he leaned into the warmth of your palm. You smiled at him, your heart feeling as warm and bright as the sun as Andy dropped his weight over you, catching himself on his forearms framing your head before kissing you urgently.
His hips surged into you harder than before, deeper, until you were gasping into his mouth as your cunt pulsed around him for the second time. You back bowed as you arched against him, framing his face between your hands as you shook with another wave of euphoria.
And then you were swallowing Andy’s groan of pleasure as the heat of his release swept through you, his cock driving into you a few more times and filling you with his spend.
Andy sagged against you, fingers still caressing along the edges of your face as he tucked his cheek against yours and panted for air.
You felt him shudder as your fingers gently pulled through his hair, both of your bodies covered in sweat as you held each other through the afterglow.
You were both sleepy now, remaining quiet as you traded fleeting kisses and sated smiles as you took turns slipping from bed to clean up.
Soon you were snuggled against Andy’s side, cheek pressed to his chest as his hand caught yours against his stomach, fingers loosely laced as you drifted off to sleep.
Next thing you knew, you were jolting awake with a sharp gasp and a quiet whimper of fear, the dream of DiMarco’s henchman squeezing the life from your lungs as his thick fingers crushed your throat lingering like a dark shadow in your mind.
You could still feel the painful press of his fingers, your lungs burning, desperate for air as you sat bolt upright in bed and clutched at your throat.
😳 but also 🥵💦 but also also 🥺💀🪦
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The Butterfly Effect
Summary: [Across the kitchen, Andy slowly lifted his head and it was like a mountain rising out of the sea.]
Pairing: Alpha!Andy Barber x Omega!Reader
Word Count: 8.3K
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Part one is pretty tame. Part two will… be the opposite of tame. Regardless, shoo younglings! This isn’t for you, please respect that. Now, for part one, here there be explicit language, awful tyrannical government organizations, misogynistic society, mention of civil unrest, hints of imprisonment/captivity, slight manipulation (nothing too terrible), incapacitated reader, discussion of noncon breeding, mention of noncon drug use, soft!dark themes, age gap (reader is in their early 20’s and Andy in late 30’s), and slight praise kink. I think I got them all…
Author’s Note: Hi friends! I am getting back into the writing flow again after a break and a gross bout of depression. I am trying something new here (or very old, for my NGL crowd… but this isn’t exactly like my NGL A/B/O universe). It’s been so long since I wrote this trope and my god, I forgot how much I love it. I was inspired by @stargazingfangirl18’s 5k Soft!Dark Challenge and decided to join in the fun. Thank you, Siri, for encouraging me and listening to me gush over Alpha Andy potential and for answering all my questions. To my Ignition readers, don’t worry, that is on my list after I complete part two of this story. But I hope you also enjoy this! And thank you @firefly-graphics for creating the amazing butterfly dividers!
“Step forward and give me your wrist.”
Jolting, you blinked up at the barrel-chested security guard. His stare was unflinching beneath furrowed, dark brows. The curved device he was holding beeped impatiently, the tip blinking red. You swallowed.
“Your wrist,” he repeated with a light growl.
Shuffling towards him, you shifted your heavy binder to one arm and hurriedly pushed up the sleeve of your oversized sweater muttering a quiet, “Sorry.”
The guard didn’t acknowledge your apology and merely swept the smooth tip of the device across your pulse. There was no answering beep, no signal of a result detected—not that you were expecting one. But the security guard certainly was given the way his frown deepened. Suspicious eyes lifted to your quiet, steady gaze and then fell to the space where your shoulder met your neck. You knew what he was going to demand before the words left his mouth.
“Tilt your head to the side.”
“Is that really necessary?” You asked with a single, unamused brow. “Your little device just told you what I am.”
“It didn’t tell me shit,” the man grunted.
“Correct,” you agreed, trying to keep your voice even. “Which is an answer in and of itself. Do we really need to escalate this further?”
The security guard went very still and for a long moment he just stared at you. Then—
“Are you resisting?”
The question was low and quiet and the threat behind it had a chill slithering up your spine like the underbelly of a snake. The man’s hand slid to the electric baton dangling at his waist and your heart dropped to the soles of your feet.
You felt sick.
“No—I…” you rasped, throat suddenly dry. “No.”
“Then tilt your head to the side.”
Slowly, your eyes slid up to his face, to the pure ice in his eyes, and you knew then that you had no choice. You never had any choice. None of you did. Unless you were an Alpha.
Your heart thumped hard in your chest.
“C’mon lady, don’t you see the line here?” A voice shouted suddenly from somewhere behind you and you twisted, glancing at the large crowd of people shifting on their feet, anxious to pass through the final step of security. In the sea of faces it was impossible to spot the owner of the heavily accented words as they continued to echo, “Quit holdin’ it up! I’ve got a court case to get to.”
You opened your mouth, a stinging reply on the tip of your tongue when your gaze snagged on who was waiting in line directly behind you.
You didn’t know him, but you wished you did.
He was tall and sharply dressed, staring down at the expensive looking watch on his wrist with a small frown. The stranger sighed softly, the sound barely audible, and your brain seemed to malfunction at the mere sight of a man so beautiful.
And then his eyes snapped up and met yours.
Your stomach clenched and you whirled around back to the security guard. Heart pounding, you felt eyes on your back and then the weight of those eyes increased as you tugged the neck of your sweater away and tilted your head, baring your throat.
Never give them your throat, Babygirl. Never. Your mother’s voice was shouting in your head and every muscle in your body tensed, forcing yourself to stay still.
You may not have the same instincts as everyone else, but it was impossible not to be uncomfortable with the recently instated protocols, no matter who you were. It felt vulnerable and wrong and you were unable to stop your flinch when the cool metal tip of the device lightly pressed into the space where your mating gland would have been—should have been. You inhaled sharply.
Still, the device remained silent.
The security guard grunted and stepped back, giving you a disgusted once over. “Defective,” he declared loud enough that everyone in that line heard. “You can go in.”
Seething, you straightened your sweater and clutched the binder full of documents you were carrying closer to your chest. Equal parts embarrassment and offense flooded through your veins.
Squaring your shoulders like you had seen so many Alphas do when posturing, you lifted your chin and glared outright at the security guard, purposefully catching his gaze and holding it. He recognized your attempt immediately and scoffed.
You didn’t give a damn.
“We prefer the term Designationless,” you told him with a sneer because damn him and damn every pious bastard in this place. You knew you most likely weren’t the only one in that crowd and even if you were, it was time that the Others started treating you all like human beings and not broken toys. “I tried to tell you this wasn’t necessary.”
You didn’t wait to hear his response before marching away, but you figured that was a good thing by the sudden burst of laughter that erupted from the people waiting to enter the courthouse.
Gritting your teeth, you ignored the desire to flip them all the bird as your heels clicked angrily against the smooth tile floor. Instead, you straightened your back and held your head high.
By the time you reached the city records counter, your jaw ached from clenching your teeth and a headache had begun to form right behind your eyes. Behind the large desk was a pretty redheaded woman; her face reflected the soft glow of light from her phone screen and you caught the murmurings from some local news reporter as you approached.
“Despite months of civil unrest and an all-out war in the courts, after five long years there appears to be a breakthrough in the controversial Project Restore. The President made the announcement early this morning that one of the four remaining Omegas has successfully conceiv—”
“Excuse me?” You cleared your throat and the woman blinked, lifting her head. There were unshed tears in her eyes.
“Sorry, I just… I’ve been watching all morning,” she laughed wetly, putting away her phone. “It’s amazing news, isn’t it?”
Your stomach went cold.
“I’m here to file my paperwork for a D-level License,” you told her instead, hefting the near bursting binder of paperwork onto the counter. Her eyes slid to it and then back to you and suddenly her smile was gone.
“This isn’t the line for renewal.”
You inhaled deeply, “I know it isn’t, I’m here to—”
“Mr. Barber!” The woman yelped in surprise. She spun in her chair, her whole demeanor changing instantly as a wide, beatific smile spread across her face. She leaned forward eagerly, shoulders hunching and head tilting in a pretty display of deference. “What can I help you with?”
Going still, you glanced to your right and caught sight of the man from earlier—the one who had been next in line behind you, the one who had no right being that damn good looking. Up close, it was even worse. He had a face like art, the kind that was slashed out of stone, and hair that made you wonder if it was as soft as it looked. A neatly trimmed beard lined a strong jaw and you found yourself staring open mouthed as his full lips curved.
“I believe she was ahead of me.”
Those eyes slanted towards you; they were gentler than you expected. You were used to disdain or indifference from Others, or, even worse: pity.
And this man showed you none of those.
Confused, the woman glanced at you and then back at the man, “Yes, but—”
“I can wait.”
Three words. His voice was quiet and calm and so utterly sure and you knew in that instant that this man was an Alpha. Your assumption was sealed when he casually leaned against the desk like he owned it and turned his body towards you in open appraisal. He gave you an encouraging nod that felt more like a phantom hand pressing along your lower back, ushering you to whatever direction he chose.
Your jaw clicked shut and your throat tightened. It took all your strength to tear your eyes away from him, from the curious tilt of his head, the kindness in his soft gaze.
“As I told you,” the woman’s voice snapped your attention back to her. Her face pinched slightly, “This isn’t the place for renewal. You’ll need to—”
“I’m not renewing,” you blurted and your eyes widened at the volume of your words. Out of the corner of your eye you swore you felt the Alpha’s amusement, though his face showed no change. Clearing your throat, you continued, softer, “This is my first application.”
A beat of silence. Then—
The woman’s shock was the one thing you had prepared yourself for this morning. The explanation came easily to you; you had practiced the words more times than you could count staring into the bathroom mirror.
“My mother wanted to be sure I wasn’t a late bloomer,” your lips curved even as your heart pounded and you focused very hard on keeping that easy smile on your face.
Especially when the man to your right had gone eerily still.
Don’t look at him. Breathe. In and out. Stay calm. Stay relaxed. The sooner you get this filed, the sooner you can go home.
Your head started to throb, the pain behind your eyes shifting to your temples.
After a long moment, the woman asked in an odd tone, “Do you have all the required examinations and test results?”
Her nails tapped on the desk. Click, click, click. She seemed to be thinking very hard over something as her eyes narrowed.
You nodded, patting the herculean binder resting beside you. “It’s all there.”
A single bead of sweat gathered in the small of your back and you felt it trickle down your skin. All of what you said was true, you were hiding nothing. Logically there would be no reason for you to be afraid, but the world had changed in the last ten years and you weren’t stupid. People were afraid, people were panicking. The number of Designationless was increasing at an alarming rate and you knew that the more radical types blamed people like you for the Omegas vanishing—for upsetting the natural order of things.
As if you had any semblance control over whether you presented or not.
Wordlessly, the woman stood and reached for your binder. Your heart leapt in your chest and you clumsily tried to help her lift the massive document. It landed on her desk with a solid thud and you exhaled.
Uncapping a pen, the redhead glanced up at you and then flipped it open, cross checking that everything required was there and you watched like a hawk, hovering over the desk on your tip toes. Your head was full on pounding now, pain lacing through your skull until you were squinting even as you carefully watched the secretary’s every move.
“This all looks good,” the woman murmured slowly, her eyes dancing over the pages. “The only thing you’re missing is the Alpha Witness signature.”
You frowned. “Alpha Witness?”
Slowly, the woman’s gaze slid up. She lifted both brows. “It’s a new requirement under section two-oh-nine dash five. Any person filing for a non-designation license must have their testimony and character witnessed and affirmed by an Alpha.”
“My mother said she signed the form,” you told her quietly as your mind raced.
“And I see here that your mother is a Beta,” the woman informed you in that oh-so-familiar condescending tone. Her lips curved in a soft, cruel smile. “This form can only be signed by an Alpha. I’m sorry.”
“But we don’t even know any Alphas!” You cried out before you could stop yourself, panic surging through you and you felt tears of frustration prick in your eyes. “We’re not even close with any.”
Behind the large desk, the woman kept her hand on your file—like she owned it. Like she owned you. She casually shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know what else to tell you. I can’t change the law. You need an Alpha to sign this or else you cannot file and I’m sure you’re aware of the approaching deadline for all of… your kind to officially register.”
“Of course, I’m aware,” you snarled. “Why do you think I’m here with all this fucking paperwork?”
“Good,” the woman snipped back. “Then come back within thirty days with an Alpha Witness or else I’ll be required to report you and any others who refuse to comply.”
Your jaw dropped open and rage boiled beneath your skin, bubbling up until it blistered your insides turning you into some wild, untamed thing; a daughter of fury. You might not have been born with a designation but you grew up in their world and as such you knew their language, and sometimes words weren’t enough.
Sometimes you needed something more.
Planting both hands flat on the smooth wooden counter, you leaned forward and slowly curled your lips back from your teeth in a terrifying show. “You. Wouldn’t. Dare.”
Sneering at the challenge, the woman’s mouth twisted into something ugly and she wrenched it open when—
“I’ll sign it.”
You spun around and the world swayed. Gripping the counter for balance, your eyes wrenched closed for a solid second before slitting open once more. At some point during your confrontation, you had all but forgotten about the man—the Alpha—that had patiently been waiting his turn. And while he might have said the words to the woman behind the counter, his eyes were locked on you and you alone.
There was something to be said about the weight of an Alpha’s gaze. You had met Alphas before, you had been the subject of more than one’s attention, but there was something about this Alpha’s eyes that had your knees nearly buckling.
“Mr. Barber, I hardly think that would be appropriate,” the woman sputtered. “The law wouldn’t permit—”
He slanted a look at the woman and there was something hard behind his eyes. His jaw ticked. “The law has already proven to be easily bent and molded these last few years. As long as I am not representing her, there is nothing that legally would prevent me from signing on as her witness. That is, if she consents to that?”
Stunned, the only thing you could do was stare at him. A moment later when you still remained silent, he ducked his head and lifted both brows in a gentle prompt.
“Do you consent to me signing as your Alpha Witness?”
“I—yes,” you mumbled, your voice nothing more than a breath in the back of your throat. But from the way his whole expression softened (like he was proud), he heard your answer.
“Good,” he nodded and something about the way he said that word made your stomach erupt in butterflies. “The form, please,” he commanded next without once taking his eyes away from you.
A white paper was slid onto the counter and you could not look away from this man, your would-be savior. Even after he turned and began to closely read over the document, your gaze continued to drink him in.
It wasn’t just that he was heartbreakingly handsome, it was his kindness that captivated you.
In a world where you were no better than the gum stuck on the bottom of everyone’s shoe, where nothing mattered but power and hierarchy (which had no place for you), to find an Alpha that treated you with dignity? It was a rare thing indeed.
“I don’t even know your name,” you said in a quiet voice as he finished adding his signature to the bottom of the page.
The man stilled and then slid the paper to the redheaded woman. There was a curious tilt to his lips as he turned to fully face you.
“I’m Andy. Andy Barber.”
Your toes curled in their boots at the sound of his name and for the life of you, you couldn’t understand why. A surge of unnamable emotion welled inside your chest until it ached and threatened to burst.
Swallowing heavily, you murmured back your name and then stepped forward and held out your hand, your heart in your words. “Thank you, Andy.”
Andy took your hand and shook it; his palm was very warm. You watched his nostrils flare delicately and then his eyes flashed gold. The change was so fast that you weren’t sure if you had seen it at all. Reeling, your head spun, twisted, and then righted itself, leaving you feeling as if something very important had just happened, although you had no idea what.
You also felt a little queasy.
“Barber!” A seething voice bellowed and it was the equivalent of a bucket of ice water being dumped over your head. You gasped and wrenched your hand out of Andy’s grip, stepping back and turning to see a large, red-faced man marching through the bustling crowd like a charging bull.
Straight toward Andy.
People scurried out of the stranger’s warpath. The man, another Alpha you guessed, spared you no more than a cursory glance, but it was enough for Andy to shift not-so-subtly in front of you which was something you were wholly unprepared to process. In fact, he didn’t stop until your back was pressed against the counter and he was all but shielding you completely from the newcomer’s approach. You couldn’t see a thing but Andy and his broad shoulders, and it was in this exact moment that your brain decided to short-circuit.
Because all you could think about was how good his cologne smelled. You even leaned forward and inhaled lightly.
And it made you dizzy as hell.
“What the hell are you doing?” An angry voice barked out and you flinched, eyes flying open (when did they close?), terrified that someone had caught you being mildly creepy.
In front of you, Andy sighed, unaware of your actions, and you felt his voice rumbled through you, “Neal, you need to calm down.”
“No,” the man snarled, the sound low and deep and terrifying. It made the pain in your head flare to life, spreading like an oil spill down the back of your skull to the base of your neck. Reaching up, you rubbed at the tense muscles there, all too familiar with the signs of an oncoming monster tension headache. “You’re late for court. Judge Meyer is already pissed off and she won’t wait around for your pussyfooting—”
A low groan crawled its way out of your throat before you could stop it. You needed to get home—and fast. Headaches like these quickly incapacitated you and the last thing you needed on this fucked up day was to be curled up in a corner somewhere in this courthouse until it eased.
Someone called your name softly, like they were concerned. It sounded like Andy, but you weren’t sure. You didn’t answer, couldn’t wrench your mouth open to speak. The only thing you could do was sway on your feet, screwing your eyes shut from the blinding lights overhead and the sun shining too brightly through the courthouse windows.
“What the fuck is wrong with her?” A voice said and it sounded mean and nothing like what you wanted to hear right now.
“Enough.” Andy growled and you had never heard a sound like that in your entire life.
It shook loose that pain-laced fist of a headache at the base of your neck until it was sliding under your skin and reaching for your heart, wrapping around it and squeezing until your vision went white. It stole your breath, your thoughts, your ability to stand on your own two feet.
The last thing you remembered was Andy’s panicked shout and the pair of arms that caught you seconds before you hit the ground and then—
“How long have you been hiding her?”
Your mother’s hushed voice floated in your ears. She sounded distressed, terrified even. You tried to move, to speak, but it was like you were living inside of skin that didn’t want to listen to you.
Someone was pacing, a slow tap, tap, tap.
“I didn’t know,” your mother was saying and you swore you heard a wet sniffle in her words. “I suspected but I didn’t know.”
You were drifting under deep waters, sinking further and further and it was a struggle to stay even remotely alert. There was an ache in the marrow of your bones and every one of your limbs felt heavy. You needed to wake up, even if it hurt like a bitch. You needed to open your goddamn eyes and find out what the hell was going on. Something was wrong, frighteningly wrong. Mustering up every bit of strength that you possibly had, you pushed to the surface, mentally kicking your legs and thrashing your arms until your eyes opened in a blurry slit.
Exhaustion tugged at the edges of your mind, urging you to close your eyes again and drift back to sleep on the familiar sofa you were laying on. You fought it furiously, though your body remained utterly still.
Blinking slowly, you were able to make out two dark silhouettes against the golden light from the kitchen. One was instantly recognizable while the other—
The other was large and imposing and should have struck fear into your heart like a bolt of lightning. But all you could do in your state was stare at the stranger looming over your mother in utter confusion as they casually walked over to your kitchen sink and picked up a dirty bowl from breakfast.
They sniffed at it lightly, then—
“You didn’t know,” they repeated your mother’s words in a low rumble and something in you recognized the voice but not the dangerously soft tone they spoke in. “But you’ve been feeding her suppressants?”
It stretched long enough that you thought you had fallen back asleep and then the stranger spoke again in that frighteningly quiet voice.
“Did you feed your daughter suppressants without her knowledge?”
Your ears heard the words but you couldn’t fully comprehend. The only thing that registered was the fear in your mother’s voice when she responded with a harshly whispered, “I didn’t want to scare her. She was showing some characteristics but there are so few left, I wasn’t sure. It wasn’t enough to be concrete. I wanted to be cautious and prepared.”
Nothing was making sense and the pain radiating throughout your whole body was urging you to find relief back under the waters of unconsciousness. The only thing that kept you afloat was the question the stranger asked next. The stranger whose voice had softened into something recognizable but new.
“Then why send her to register for the license?” He asked and you blinked once more, slitting your eyes open a little further until you could see the golden light outlining his profile. He was still holding onto the bowl you had used for your morning cereal as he stared at your mother in some strange mixture of confusion and concern.
There was a scrape of wood against tile as your mother pulled out a chair from the small table in the kitchen. It creaked slightly as she sat down with a heavy sigh. A defeated sigh.
“Because we were running out of time. There’ve been raids. I know you’ve heard of them. They’re rounding the unregistered up because people like you and me—”
“You and me?”
Your mother lifted her head and stared at Andy for a long time. You couldn’t see the expression on her face but from the tone she spoke in next, you knew she was nailing the man with a withering kind of glare that only she seemed capable of.
“Pack,” she spit out like the word tasted bad. “Alphas, Betas, Deltas, you name it. People like us are less likely to notice if they go missing and if there’s no record of them in the first place, then there’s no way to fight it. If she registered as Designationless, then it bought her time in more ways than one.”
Andy sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose and for whatever reason, you wanted nothing more than to crawl up off of this couch and smooth out the harsh wrinkle forming between his brows.
Maybe you had lost your mind.
“She needs to get somewhere safe,” Andy said suddenly and there was an urgency to his words. He returned the bowl to the sink and began to pace. “There are at least ten other Alphas in this apartment building alone and when she makes the full change, there won’t be a corner on this earth where you can hide her. Every Alpha in the Northern Hemisphere will be able to sense her and if you don’t have one strong enough to shield her…” he stopped pacing, the words dying in his throat. You watched him roll his neck and shoulders, as though the idea deeply bothered him. A long moment later, Andy finished with a firm, “Project Restore will take her from you and if not them, someone else.”
Your mother stared up at the Alpha from her seat. Her back was ramrod straight and everything about her seemed alert, ready to bolt.
“Someone…” she started carefully, “like you?”
Across the kitchen, Andy slowly lifted his head and it was like a mountain rising out of the sea. Golden eyes so bright they seemed to glow stared out of his face, pining your mother to her chair. His power rippled across the room and even though you were all but paralyzed at the moment, goosebumps lifted along your arms and legs.
This was an Alpha unveiled.
“Careful, Beta,” Andy said in a voice soft as winter’s first snowfall.
Keeping his golden gaze locked on your mother, Andy continued. “Your daughter is about to go through hell. I have the resources to keep her hidden and on the move. I’ve not met many Alphas stronger or more dominant than me. I could shield her and she would be safe.”
“You’d be breaking the law.”
A beat of silence.
“Good thing I’ve never agreed with tyranny.”
Bitter laughter crawled out of your mother’s throat and if you listened closely enough, you could hear the sound of resignation. “That’s ironic given what you’re trying to force here.”
“Force would have been taking her from that courthouse without a word to you,” Andy rebutted. “I’m not like them.”
“But you’ll still take her from me, won’t you?” Your mother asked in a choked kind of voice.
There was a long pause and then Andy answered simply, “Yes.”
“You know, all it would take is one little call and they would come for you.”
“Go ahead,” a cell phone clattered on the kitchen table and your mother stared down at it. Andy crossed his arms across his wide chest. “Make the call. They’ll take me but they’ll take her, too. She’ll be imprisoned, experimented on, and eventually bred to death. She is nothing more than a weapon, a boost in power to every inflated knothead. You think Project Restore is going to take kindly to a Beta mother whose kept her O—”
“Don’t say it.” You could count on your hand the number of times you heard your normally docile mother growl.
“It’s what she is,” Andy told her. “What she will be, and soon, by the smell of it.”
Your mother began to cry softly and that sound more than anything else had you stirring on the sofa with a quiet moan. Immediately pain erupted in your legs, muscles cramping in protest at your slight movement, and you went still again. This time you were unable to fight the surging waters or the icy hands pulling you deeper under the surface and soon your eyes slid shut and everything in you seemed to sigh.
“Can you give us some time?” Your mother’s voice sounded distant and hushed and so full of pain.
“No. The change has already begun and we’ve wasted too much time as it is.”
Confusion and fear swirled together somewhere in your consciousness but the blissful temptation of the abyss, of the deep, dark silence that welcomed you with open arms was calling your name.
“Please,” she begged and you sank deeper and deeper into the nothingness.
You had almost completely passed out once again when you caught the final thing Andy said.
“You know what she is to me.”
Hands were brushing back the hair from your forehead and you winced. The touch was gentle but it felt like sandpaper on your skin. Instantly the hands left your skin and was followed by a low, comforting throaty sound that could only be your mother. She used to make the noise when you were just a girl to soothe you after nightmares or when you were a teenager after your first boyfriend broke up with you when you didn’t present at fifteen like everyone else.
“Babygirl,” she called in a soft whisper, “I need you to wake up, sweet thing.”
The struggle to rise to the surface was even more difficult than before but with her right there in front of you, it gave you reason to push through the sludge until you were blinking blearily at her.
“Mom?” You croaked in a voice resembling an eighty-year old chain smoker.
She smiled widely but her eyes were glistening. “There she is.”
She made that throaty sound again and something in you eased at the sound of it. “I know it does and it’s going to hurt for a little while but you’re so strong, you can get through it. I know you can.”
Blinking at her, your eyes opened more fully and you took in more details. Her pulse was jumping wildly in her throat and at her side where she knelt next to you was a large duffle bag.
Your duffle bag.
Mind racing, you frowned, trying to remember the things you overheard in the kitchen. “What’s happening?”
Her lips trembled and she rolled them over her teeth as her face crumpled. Dipping her head, you heard her sniffle and gasp and your breathing increased, panic rushing through you at the sight of your mother in such a state.
The single word came from somewhere over your head and you carefully lifted your gaze up, up, up to the handsome but solemn looking Alpha. He was just as handsome as you remembered, maybe even more so.
But he was also…
“Andy?” His name left your lips in a confused tone as you tried to piece everything together but the longer you looked at him, the dizzier you became, like his presence alone could send you reeling back into that pit of nothingness.
“You…” were in the kitchen, talking to my mother. You made her cry, you wanted to say. Instead, all you could do was let out a groan of pain as the aches in your bones increased tenfold, like they were being used as wood in a campfire.
Beside you, your mother lifted her head, running the back of her hand across her eyes. In less than a second, everything changed about her and there was a burning kind of urgency in her voice that instantly got your attention. “I need you to listen to me and listen close. It’s always been the two of us, but things are changing and for right now you need someone else to help you. I want you to listen to them,” she hesitated and slanted a glance at the Alpha looming over the two of you, listening carefully to every word exchanged. And then your mother’s voice became absolute steel, “But I want you to also use your head. You’re smart. Don’t get swept away, okay?”
Didn’t she understand? You were already under the water, drifting, floating, drowning.
“I’ve packed your things,” she told you and your gaze drifted to the duffle bag once more and there was a brief moment of clarity. Sharp, painful clarity.
“You’re sending me away.”
Your mother shook her head swiftly at that. “I’m keeping you safe,” she insisted and then ground her teeth and added, “he will keep you safe.”
Your eyes skimmed up to the man you had only just met this morning.
He as in Andy. Andy will keep you safe.
“From what?” You asked in a rasp.
“There’s no time to explain,” she rushed out and then carefully pushed up to her knees and pressed her trembling lips against the burning hot skin of your forehead. You hissed at the contact but tried to stay still, a part of you desperately trying to savor this moment, this flood of love and warmth from the woman who raised you. “I love you. Remember that. Always remember that.”
You didn’t remember being picked up in someone’s arms. You didn’t remember leaving your apartment. You didn’t remember being carried through the hallways and down the stairwells. You didn’t even remember being oh-so-gently placed in the expensive leather seat of a car you could never have afforded in your life or being buckled in like a child. You didn’t remember the drive.
The only thing you knew were three words, your mother’s voice, and unimaginable pain.
Even in your lack of consciousness, everything hurt. Someone had turned your insides to gasoline and lit a match. You were made of tinder that never burned up. Cracks echoed in your ears and you swore that somewhere deep inside of you, your bones were shattering.
And somehow, right when you thought you couldn’t take anymore, when you were sure you were going to die from the agony—when you wanted to die rather than living through this—Andy would pull you out of it.
You knew it was him because of his cologne, the same cologne that had enraptured you in the courthouse.
He would softly call your name and then offer drinks of cool water to your chapped lips, quenching the parched desert your insides had become. He fed you, placing small pieces of fruit on your tongue and coaxing them down your throat with gentle brushes of his fingers against your pulse until you swallowed reflexively.
And when all of that wasn’t enough, when the pain was so intense that you started refusing food and water, he pulled you into his lap and tucked your face into his neck. You cried out at the movement, a shriek of anguish, and then there was a low rumbling sound bubbling up from the Alpha’s chest.
The sound was like a cool, silk sheet sliding over your chaffed skin, soothing the aches until they were somewhat more bearable.
It was a croon, he was crooning to you, some part of you recognized distantly.
“Shush, Butterfly,” Andy murmured and you were too far gone to register the pet name. Especially when his big hand cupped the entire back of your head and you just felt so utterly surrounded by him. “I know it hurts,” he reassured you, voice rumbling through his chest. “You just tuck your nose in to my throat and breathe deep. It’ll help with the pain, I promise.”
The words were enough of a command that you were obeying before he was even finished explaining. Inhaling until your lungs couldn’t take in any more air, you sighed out at the addictive scent of his cologne. It wasn’t overbearing and it didn’t give you a headache like some of your ex’s had in the past. This was different and it seemed to fill all the empty parts of you until your body welled up like a balloon and you were floating away.
Andy continued to croon even as you sucked in breath after breath, nuzzling your face into his shoulder, his throat, under his jaw against the soft wiry hair of his beard. The pain lessened and you were drunk off the relief.
“Magic cologne,” you mumbled almost incoherently against his skin but the Alpha must have caught your words because you felt his amused chuckle roll through you before it even reached your ears.
“Yeah. Somethin’ like that.”
Consciousness came slowly and, with it, remembrance. You remembered the courthouse, arguing with the security guard and then the secretary, her threat to turn you in and the sharp sting of betrayal that shot through you.
You remembered Andy standing in your mother’s kitchen, talking about suppressants and Project Restore and your mother kneeling beside you, telling you that she loved you.
Slowly, you opened your eyes. The room was bathed in orange and red and yellow light from the flames dancing in the fireplace; it was big, warm and crackling and comforting. You felt very cold. You felt almost high, too; the world seemed to be buzzing around you and even sitting down your felt dizzy and strangely uninhibited.
You realized you were laying in a large bed. A puffy white comforter had been shoved down to your feet creating a lumpy mountain range at the base. The room you were in was unfamiliar but quiet, outside of the soft popping wood from the fire. Your eyes shifted carefully along the stark white walls. There were no decorations, no signs of life or personality to the place. It reminded you of a model home.
The scarcity didn’t bother you like it probably should have. In fact, the strangeness of it all but flew out of your mind the instant your eyes landed on the man watching you from a plush chair in the corner of the room.
“How do you feel?” He asked in a quiet tone. Flickers of orange and yellow light danced across his face, playing with the shadows.
“Like I’ve been turned inside out,” you croaked and then winced at the rawness of your throat (had you swallowed a live coal at some point?). You didn’t remember screaming your voice to shreds. “I feel… confused,” you added with a frown. “‘M’cold.”
Your body shivered, as though adding its agreement with your sentiment. Grunting, you tried to push yourself up to sitting so that you could pull the bunched up comforter over yourself, but your body resisted. Your limbs were heavy and clumsy and your muscles screamed to life. A hiss left your lips.
“Stay still,” Andy said and for some reason, you instantly complied. It was all too easy to fall back into the soft bed with a sigh. You watched him swiftly unravel the heavy comforter and tug it up over your body. “I’ve got you.”
For such a large man, he was inexplicably gentle as he tucked it in around you. Exhausted, it was all you could do to simply watch him, the wrinkle of concentration deepening between his brows. The urge to touch that worry spot, to brush it away and smooth it out was so strong, you almost couldn’t stand it. This Alpha was taking care of you and he was doing it so well, you wanted to make him feel good, too.
You shifted unhappily and a high-pitched whine reached your ears. Only later would you realize that the sound had come from your own throat.
Andy’s eyes darted to your face and whatever he saw there had him sitting on the edge of the bed, cupping your cheek with his warm palm. The mattress dipped down under his weight, gravity rolling your side against the length of his thigh.
“It’s okay,” he rumbled out, brows pulling together and lifting in the middle. His thumb swept over the apple of your cheek and your eyes fluttered shut with the movement. “Just take it easy, Butterfly. You’ve been through a lot—a big change.”
There was a soft smile on Andy’s face and something almost like a vulnerable kind of hope shining in his eyes. A strange sort of warmth gathered in the center of your chest as he stared down at you, and then it spread to the rest of your body like warm honey.
He was right. Something had changed.
A part of you knew what exactly had changed, but the words wouldn’t come. Instead, you hitched both shoulders up towards your ears, half preening and half flustered under the heavy attention of this man.
“’S’that change why you call me Butterfly?” You asked shyly, eyes flicking away from his soft gaze.
The hand that was cupping your jaw shifted and a knuckle tucked under your chin, lifting your eyes back to his. Your heart thumped hard in your chest, a nervous kind of energy skittering down your arms and legs before pooling in your belly. As if he were aware of it all, the corners of Andy’s eyes crinkled as his smile deepened and the only way you could describe the look on his face now was affection.
“That’s one of the reasons,” Andy murmured and then paused and seemed to be considering his words. Gentle fingers brushed along your jaw and trailed featherlight touches down the side of your neck, his gaze following the path. Then Andy continued in a voice that was nothing more than a breath in the back of his throat, “And you’re as pretty as one.”
His eyes snapped back up to yours, as if he wanted to drink in your reaction. But all he got was the sight of your wide eyes and attempted to bury yourself deeper into the soft bed beneath you.
The Alpha chuckled and then had mercy on you and rose to his feet. “I’ll get you some food. Some broth and crackers would probably be the easiest on your stomach right now. There’s water on the table beside you.”
You watched in silence as he walked over towards the door that you guessed led to the rest of the house. When his hand wrapped around the doorknob, you panicked.
He went still and then slowly glanced over his shoulder.
You cleared your throat, tiredness pulling at the edges of your mind once more. “I have a lot of questions.”
“I’ll do my best to help you find the answers,” he promised with a sure nod and something inside of you eased.
But not all the way.
In the back of your mind there was one question that you already knew the answer to but the act of asking it was important. You needed to know even though all the evidence pointed you in one direction and one direction only.
“Was that…” you started and then stopped. Licking your lips, you tried again, “Did I…?”
The words tried marching their way out of your throat but kept getting stuck on the hot, filling lump gathering. You blinked rapidly and your eyelashes started to clump together as your throat burned.
Turning around, Andy leaned back against the door and steadily held your gaze. There was compassion in his eyes, and kindness. He was still very much the man you had first met in the courthouse, the kind Alpha who treated you like you mattered.
Inhaling deeply, he spoke in a quiet voice, “The first heat is always the hardest. Or so we’re told.”
Your stomach dropped.
Andy dipped his chin. “Yes.”
Stunned, all coherent thoughts slid out of you like water swirling down a drain. In a very small voice you repeated, “I went into… heat?”
It was hard to swallow but you tried anyway. Your mind raced, spun, and you tried to grasp for something solid. Flashes of the conversation Andy and your mother had flickered through your mind and while you knew the answer all along, it was another thing entirely to hear it be said aloud.
To have it be real.
“So that means that I’m an…?” The word evaded you, even as it blared like a foghorn in your head.
Your heart started to pound and your skin grew warm. Fear and panic and disbelief fought for control of your body. In a rush, you sat up, pushing past the physical agony and the wave of dizziness. The thick comforter rolled down to your waist and the cool air of the room hit your bare skin like a freight train and you realized in that instant—
You were naked.
Gasping, you clutched the pillowy blanket to your chest in tight fists. Your eyes swiveled around the room, air rushing in and out of your lungs until a distressed sort of keening sound passed through your chapped lips.
Andy approached you carefully with his hands raised in surrender and his heart and soul in his eyes. His throat worked, “Nothing happened, I swear to you, nothing happened.”
Your eyes flashed and he shook his head and kept inching forward. In the dark of the room his hair caught the flicker of the crackling fire, outlining it and highlighting the glint of bronze in it.
“It wasn’t a normal kind of heat,” Andy started again, something soft and almost pleading living in those words. “You were just sick, that’s all. Your clothes were hurting your skin, making it raw and red. I tried to ease your pain and make it more bearable for you.”
You fought it, turning your head to the side, because the fear was there but so was this desire to trust him, this Alpha you barely knew but whose voice alone seemed to call to something in your very blood. It all felt so odd and so unexplainable. Andy didn’t move a muscle, he waited, patiently, unwilling to hurry you through this, and something in that realization broke lose a rushing wind.
“Nothing happened?” You asked and your voice sounded funny, even to your ears. It was small and unsure and also desperate to cling onto something.
“Nothing beyond what I told you,” Andy promised. You studied his face, its curves and angles and his bright blue eyes and the hope that swirled in there. His voice when he spoke next was very quiet, “I would be happy to explain the whole heat experience to you in detail, if that would make you more comfortable.”
Staring at him, your heart lurched in your chest.
“Thank you,” you sighed and your head bowed in relief.
Andy nodded and then turned to a large white dresser. Opening the top drawer, he pulled out a big black t-shirt.
“First, put this on,” he instructed, offering it to you in careful movements, as though the Alpha was worried about scaring you off.
You took it with a small smile and he quickly turned his back while you slipped it over your head. The wafting scent of his cologne rose up around you, almost as if it were enveloping you in a hug. You dipped your nose to your shoulder and inhaled, closing your eyes.
It was the strangest thing, the way it seemed to instantly calm your frayed nerves.
“You done, Butterfly?” Andy voice shook you out of your trance.
Gulping, you tugged the hem further down and kept your bottom half firmly tucked under the comforter. Slowly, Andy twisted and took you in. You caught the delicate flare of his nostrils as his eyes drank in the sight of you in his shirt. There was a flash of something behind that look that you weren’t ready to dissect, not yet. All you know was that it made you shift in place, your stomach fluttering like someone had opened a cage containing thousands of tiny birds. You felt their wings brush against your insides, fluttering and soft and nervous and new all at once.
Shifting again under the weight of this Alpha’s gaze, you tucked your nose into the shoulder of the t-shirt and inhaled deeply.
And then you froze.
Your eyes flew open as it hit you what you just did with him watching. Carefully, you gaze slid up to his face and the expression sitting there could only be described as pure male satisfaction.
Flustered, you blurted out, “You smell good.”
Andy’s grin was a slow growing thing that blossomed into a blinding white smile that took years off of him. He looked boyish and happy and you realized how strange it was that seeing him happy seemed to be such a rare thing.
It made you want to see him smile more—and some small part of your brain was whispering that maybe you could make him happy.
“I think you called my scent ‘magic cologne’ earlier,” Andy told you in a fond tone, the words forming around his grin.
“Mm,” you pressed your lips together, trying not to grin back at him. “Well if I was in heat, then I was probably half out of my mind. Can’t trust the things I say then.”
Andy laughed, a breathy sound that didn’t quite make it out of his chest. The bed dipped as he sat on the edge once more and your eyes tracked his every movement. His eyes became two happy half-moons, his gaze falling to the comforting bunched around your waist, and a single brow lifted in boyish amusement. “It was cute,” he lips curved in a lopsided grin. “Sweet, even.”
You preened slightly at his praise, unable to stop yourself.
“And you know,” the Alpha began, his voice deepening to a gravelly quality that had everything inside of you perking up to attention. Slowly, his gaze skimmed up from your lap until you saw yourself reflecting back in twin pools of the purest gold. “You don’t smell so bad yourself… Omega.”
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The Price You Pay Chapter 6: Escape Clause
Pairing: Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader; Senator!Andy Barber x Reader
Warnings: Rape/Non-Con elements, Dub-Con, Dark!Fic, Abuse of Legal System, Murder, Character Death (minor, possibly major), Love Triangle, Political AU, Mafia AU, Workplace Sexual Harassment, Abuse Mentions, Possessive/Obsessive Characters, Other Chapter-Specific Warnings May Apply, Possible Dead Dove: Would Not Eat
Chapter Warnings: Dead Dove: Do Not Eat; Angst-lite; Funeral Preparation; Blood Mention; Death; Some Esoteric References to Suicide; References to Hunting; Anxiety; Reader is Potentially having a Sustained Panic Attack
Chapter Summary: Be not afraid of Salvation, but let its hand lead you from the dark
Chapter 1; Chapter 2; Chapter 3; Chapter 4; Chapter 5
Notes: I don’t even know if anything actually happened in this chapter or if Reader is just trapped in panic but this… this happened.
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You stayed and now you wake, draped in crisp white cotton and listening to the sound of Andy Barber’s voice drifting from his hotel office, smoke and honey just a wall away. You wake and you remember.
You remember his request, you remember his lips, you remember the way they curved around the sound of your name while you stayed in his arms for just a moment more, so drawn to the safety of him.
You remember Andy Barber offering you one of his shirts, There’s no way you’re sleeping in a suit, Sunshine, and don’t lie to me and tell me you did that when we were campaigning, remember the way you laughed and tried to lie anyway.
I’m taking advantage of you, Sunshine, he told you last night and yet last night you stayed in his bed and he refused to listen to you protest as the living room couch became where he laid his head.
You should get up.
You should get up, you should start your own day, let Andy continue his, push through the rest of what needs to be done and yet…
Yet nothing feels quite as comfortable as this bed and nothing is quite as warm as these sheets and you’ve never felt quite as safe in this room, far from your sanctuary or the sturdy cage of Steve Rogers’s arms.
The door to the room opens and there he is.
Morning, Sunshine, and you can’t see his face but you can hear the smile in his greeting, playful and warm and you feel yourself smiling right back, pushing away the barrier of cloud-white cotton and taking in the sight of him dressed for the day while you…
The Congressional Baseball Game commemorative t-shirt is soft. The same bright blue color of his eyes. And drapes over you like an invitation the moment he properly catches sight of you in it.
He stays in the doorway, a little stiffer than before.
Good morning, Senator, and do you notice the way he swallows at the sound of his title in your voice, or the way his eyes flash dark for a moment? Do you notice, or do you pretend you don’t? Do you traverse the space between what was and what is and bridge the gap to what might be?
Sleep alright? He’s cautious, watching a deer in the woods ready to bolt and don’t you know he’s unarmed? He just wants to patch your wounds, let you run free and safe and know sanctuary is the shape of his smile.
You’re starting to understand.
Yeah. I did, actually. Thank you, I —
Sunshine, if you act like you’re imposing, I’m going to lose it.
He’s smiling too good-naturedly for that to be a threat, walking towards you too slowly for you to remember to run. The backs of his fingers on your cheek are too soft, too comfortable, and you are too safe.
It can’t last.
I should get back.
You can see his brow furrow, smile fading, eyes darkening. A huff of disapproval and the hand at your cheek holds your shoulder a little tighter, You don’t have to do this, I can —
He doesn’t make you shout, not the way Steve does, just fixing you with a searching look instead. Help him understand.
You can’t, is the thing. You can’t and you know it so instead you look up at him and into those warm eyes and you just shake your head, I have to. At least let him know I’m taking time off — that’s professional courtesy, right?
Andy Barber doesn’t usually roll his eyes — he’s a Senator, he’s too professional for that sort of thing, too stiff, too stern — but he knows lies when he sees them and he’s eying you like you might be trying to get one over on him.
It’s not entirely wrong.
His hand holds your cheek in one warm palm and you have to resist the temptation to nuzzle right into it while he looks down at you, Stay until the memorial service.
You know I can’t do that.
You said you’d take time off. Do it — bereavement leave, for all I care, just stay. I need you, Sunshine.
He needs you, he says, and he can’t know the reasons why but it freezes you cold.
Why does he always have to do this? Sound like salvation, smoke and honey and freedom, a shield from all the things you were and cannot be again, clawing at you to drag you back down. You’re drowning in it, your indecision and your fears. Trust one more man to get you out of the mire you’ve trapped yourself in and risk never surfacing again, or struggle against the tide until the end of time, until you finally exhaust yourself and it’s all over?
It’s the same ending, either way, isn’t it?
He can’t be the next safe thing — there is no safety, there was never any, not for you — but you want him to be. You need him to be.
I’ll come with you to the service, you promise, trying to find the middle ground. Everything feels so… so much, all of a sudden, and you’re not enjoying the bubbling anxiety threatening to ruin everything all over again.
Press it down. Tense your jaw and press it down, don’t let him know, he’s done enough.
I’ll come with you to the service, but I mean. I need to get back, right? You’re teasing, keeping it light, trying to see him smile instead of that sharp-eyed concern on his face all over again, I can’t exactly show up to a memorial service in one of your shirts.
You could, you really could, he taunts instead, because of course he does.
You’re used to hunters, used to the hungry look in their eyes, the wandering hands, the searching glances and maybe you shouldn’t be so used to this, the way he steps just that much closer, the way his fingers curl against your hip, the way he looks like he might be able to make himself one with you the moment his lips connect with yours what’s that joke in Othello, the beast with two backs?
He’s not quite beastly, though.
Andy Barber kisses like an invitation, as it turns out. He kisses with one hand to your cheek and the other wrapped around your waist. He kisses with a hunger, lips soft on yours, asking for your surrender and you give it, you wrap your arms around his waist you press yourself right into him and maybe you are one in this moment, in the moment before he pulls back, the barest bit. I want to do this right, spoken soft against your lips, an apology and a confession, I should do this right.
But still, his mouth barely leaves yours. Another kiss instead, lingering, while the hand at your waist slips lower and you should stop him, should tell him this isn’t doing it right, should tell him the truth and see if he’ll do better than the men who’ve come before but…
The ringing of his phone, however, does that for you. You may choose him, you may choose the buzzing heat on your skin, the warmth of his smile and the comfortable softness of his hold on you but his work calls first.
It’s a relief, really, when he pulls back, flashes you something apologetic and nervous, lets you step away and feel your senses returning to you and not him, remembering who you are and what you’ve done and something sickly coils inside of you when you remember.
You’re grateful he doesn’t see.
The discomfort doesn’t fade when he has a staffer drop you off at your apartment, discreet and careful, no one needs to know. You’re wrapped in a hotel-branded robe and still wearing his shirt, I’ll take it back when we get to Boston, Sunshine, still wrapped in the comfortable embrace of his cologne, still thinking about the things he promised you.
The promises you’re sure you’ll break, eventually.
You check your phone and Steve’s called once already and you’re tempted to let him call again and again, just to see if he’ll storm up to your apartment too but the fire in your veins demanding confrontation is…
It’s something else, something roiling, writhing cold and dark inside of you, a guilt and revelation all at once and don’t forget what you’ve done.
Liar liar liar traitor traitor traitor coward coward coward.
You want to believe him. You want to believe him more than anything, want to believe he’ll actually be the one to take you out of this place, to keep you from the precipice and the open window that feels more and more like your only out and as you try to wash the blood from your hands you wonder just what steps you’ll need to learn to keep dancing this time.
Always to another man’s tune, Sunshine.
I want to do this right, he told you, I should do this right, he told you and you believe him but the things you want to do and should do are rarely ever the things that you do actually do, are they? You wanted to save yourself from men like Steve Rogers by walking into Steve Rogers’s own arms so who is Andy Barber to you if not the same?
He is the devil you don’t know, but his hands are warm and his smile is sweeter and he is safe. He is promises and concerns and warm beds alone because he wouldn’t want to imply, he is want and worry and the press of lips to your forehead just like he gave before you left his hotel room surrounded by staffers and saved from the rare curious eye.
You need this.
You need this and you can’t let anything — not your guilt, not your morals such as they are, not him — stop you. You need this and you need to escape and if this is the hand you’re being offered then you might as well take it.
Steve Rogers shows up somewhere halfway through packing.
A bold move, and not the one you’d encourage, but who are you to tell the King of New York how he should travel and with whom? The sickness returns the moment his presence casts its shadow over your apartment, entering with ease and acting as if the copy of your keys he made without your knowledge is nothing for you to protest about.
Counsel, he always sounds about halfway between mocking and hurt these days and you wonder if he’s still the same man who spent nearly a month and a half promising you he’d have you begging for him eventually. You, most definitely, are not.
Captain, and another dress is tucked away, just in case, Can I help you?
… Going somewhere, Counsel? He spits the word this time, a curse, a consolidation of all his hatred, a twist of the knife but it’s you wielding it this time, when you wrap your best black pumps in plastic and tuck them into your day-bag for the time you’ll spend sinking into soft dirt and grass next to the grave of a man you asked to die.
I have a funeral to attend, and you turn around and you pretend he isn’t there when you slip past and pretend you have to consider which black dress you’ll wear and what rings will look best on your fingers when you do.
He holds your arm and holds you back and when you are turned around to look into his eyes they are glittering with something you might call hate and when you swallow the venomous bile that threatens to spill from you in your defense, those eyes sharpen into cold rage, You’re going with him.
Are you jealous? It’s a challenge, while you carefully peel his fingers off your arm, glancing down to see if you’ll need a longer sleeve to cover a bruise and, He knew the deceased.
So you’re going. With the friend of the man you asked me to kill, beca—
Correction, Captain, I’m going with my friend and former mentor, to the funeral of a Judge who died tragically of a heart attack, because you wouldn’t have anything to do with his death, would you?
It’s sickly, saccharine and cloying at your throat, words pouring from you like you practiced them all your life, the smile on your lips hiding the fangs you want to sink into his throat, tear him apart, leave him in the shreds he does you, over and over again.
You’re not innocent. That’s not been your game for years, remember? This life never left room for it, never left you a chance to play coy, never gave you anything but bruises on your body and soul and now you can see just how deep they go, right down to the core of you and so can he, as blood covers the sobbing thing in the center and this is what you made me becomes less of a chant and more of a scream and no that will not be your throat making that noise, not this time not here not now not this time.
You didn’t ask for time off.
I don’t need to, and I won’t. Going to fire me, Captain?
Oh please do, you almost ask him, please fire me, see what that does for you. Do it however you want, set me in the ground, let me go to rot, I dare you to see if I won’t haunt you.
I might, he almost tells you right back, I might, I might break you here and now, I might leave nothing behind for your pretty Senator to find and what would you do then, but be mine all mine.
We had a deal, he says instead.
You broke it first, you remind.
I need to make sure he’s dead.
I gave you the obituary —
You’ve lied to me plenty already. I’m going.
His eyes are storm-dark and abyssal, dragging you down deeper and deeper until you burn yourself in the trenches of his hate and he hisses something low and incomprehensible under his breath.
You’re staying right here, you little bi—
She’s coming with me.
It’s a reversal. Andy Barber stands in the doorway with his hands in his pockets and his eyes trained on the both of you, alone and not alone all at once and you know he’s capable of calling the sound and the fury upon this apartment if Steve Rogers doesn’t leave and thankfully Steve Rogers knows the same.
How much did he hear, do you think, sweetness?
The cross over your threshold is a warning.
A standoff, even, when Steve turns and the apartment thrums with thinly-veiled violence, warning you again that you are… not safe. This is not safety, this is wolves arguing over a carcass and you are not as dead as they think but you’re not about to give them one more reason to tear at you.
Say that one more time, Steve plucks the string, watching the wire start to unravel, both of them walking that fine line before one kills the other.
She’s coming with me, Rogers, they’re going to be at this forever, neither one willing to strike the other and you refuse to bounce between them so this is it. Make your choice. Who do you need?
The hell she is, she—
I am, you interject with a cooler voice than you ever expected to come out of you, Three days. Tomorrow and the weekend.
And then back. Back to your cage of glass and steel, your soaring views of the city and the threat of flying on clipped wings. And all it cost you was everything you had.
If he’s hurt you, just say the words.
That’s the unspoken request, the unspoken fear, the unspoken worry and Andy Barber squeezes your hand, sitting across from you at a too-fancy-for-its-food-quality hotel restaurant, waiting for the waiter to bring his wine while you toy with a steeping bag of peppermint tea.
He brings out the worst in you. Not Andy, no, not warm-eyed worry and gentle fingers, not smoke-and-honey on your senses, not promises to do this right. You should want those things, you should want the way he makes you feel light, the way he draws your smile, the boldness of his fingers at your cheek and the fire under your skin warmsinstead of burns. No. Him though, Steve Rogers, who won your submission when you refused to grant it to anyone, who sank you to your knees and turned you into a plaything, who haunts your memories even when you are faced with the ideaof salvation.
How are you feeling, Sunshine?
Like Hell, like he’s going to drag me back, like if I show up at that grave-site tomorrow hands will reach up from the coffin and pull me down and he’ll win he’ll win he’ll win. Can’t say that. Can’t tell him you’re scared, can’t say the truth, can’t be sure.
Fine, I’m fine, just… you know. Funerals. You know he knows. You never mention it, the tragedy of the before, the things that led him here, that led you to him, but it’s a fine shelter to hide in, the trauma of the dead.
Like Hell. Used to tell Alex I wouldn’t even attend his after…
After the one he never wanted.
You squeeze his hand back this time, both of you still dancing around the truth and pressing your thumbs into the bruises all at once. You don’t have to do this, Andy.
I owe him that much, you know I do.
Don’t tell him, Sunshine. Don’t tell don’t tell don’t don’t don’t.
You nod and you smile and you squeeze his hand again before the waiter arrives and you try not to pay attention to the buzz of your phone on the table, Steve Rogers reminding you the discussion isn’t over.
It never is.
Drink your tea. Stay calm.
Stay with me tonight. Andy breaks the silence again and you nearly drop the mug.
I’ll put a staffer in your room to make it look occupied, but I don’t want you alone.
You don’t have to do that, I’ll be fine.
Sunshine, I want to. You’re dealing with the Syndicate and I saw the way he looks at you. If he shows up…
He doesn’t need to say it. You’re a deer on the run and the sights are aimed, fixed on you in the woods. Run run run, don’t let him find you.
You swallow, hard, burying the sick guilt beneath another sip of tea, settling. He’s right. He has to be right, and you… you want to believe it’s concern, want to believe it’s care want to believe it’s all honest and not the memory of fingers sliding along the column of your throat, not the pressure of arms around your waist, not a hold on you and a claim you can never escape.
You want to believe him.
You make your choice.
And in the hotel room, with its two queen beds, you let Andy Barber hold you close. Safe. For once. For now.
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Steven Grant Rogers
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Sorry for the lack of posts. I promise I’m still writing and all that fun stuff, but I’ve been really drained as of late. It’s just taking longer than usual to crank them out. Not because I don’t have an idea, just because of lack of energy. Y’all have chapters and a one shot coming your way soon!!
I love you and pls be kind to yourselves. Remember to drink water and eat meals. Okay, that’s all, bye.
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SURPRISE — CHRIS EVANS X READER ONE SHOT FLUFF
[NOTE] English is not my first language, sorry for the mistakes. Very excited to share this story with you, I originally posted it on wattpad, but it was really frustrating to note that it didn't seem to attract attention. Let's not focus on that, but on the now, new beginnings in Tumbrl (I still don't know how works lmao)
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Traveling the world with a six-month-old was not an easy job, but you took the risk.
Chris was turning 40, you flatly refused to spend that special day away from him.
They were both actors, so their schedules were always very tight. Unfortunately, the idea of the surprise party with the whole family in Boston had been completely scrapped because Chris was filming in France for his next project and you were in Canada giving a press conference promoting your new movie.
The chances of celebrating her birthday together had been reduced to zero, worse you being the stubborn woman you are, you did not give your arm to twist. So after several fights with your representative and several scolding from your personal assistant for having disorganized your entire schedule. You had managed to escape for seven days, so that you and your daughter could surprise her father on her birthday.
You knew there was no better gift than to take Luna to her father, it had been a few long weeks since they last saw each other. Separating from his daughter was something that destroyed Chris, it had been a very difficult decision, but being a sensitive one. Luna had to be with you, she was breastfeeding, she couldn't be away from you for long.
After two plans, more than 16 hours of travel and a lot of stress, they had reached their destination. Paris Charles de Gaulle airport. The first part of the plan was complete, without wasting time, you settled Luna in her baby carrier on your chest, she cried in protest, she wanted to keep looking around her.
"I know, I know honey ... But you have to understand, mommy can't carry you in her arms, she has to carry the luggage" you murmured kissing her little head. You took the two suitcases and without wasting time you left the airport.
Luna had started to fidget, you understood her. The journey had been long, the two of them urgently needed rest. "Honey ... It was a short time, we just have to wait for Uncle Scott to come pick up us and we can go to sleep, preferably in Daddy's arms."
You took the phone from your backpack unlocking it to enter the chat with Scott, you sent the location and put it back in your pocket, without holding on any longer, you took off your chinstrap, a sigh of satisfaction left your lips when you felt the fresh air on your expensive. You removed little Evans from the carrier baby when you noticed that she kept complaining. Her small and expressive blue eyes looked around curiously.
"Do you need a ride?" A car pulled up on the street in front of you, the driver's window opened revealing Scott's face.
"Finally!" You exclaimed, he laugh getting out of the car, his arms wrapped around you affectively I returned the gesture for a few seconds.
Luna stretched her arms as she recognized her uncle waiting to be carried. Scott did not doubt it, and took her in his arms as he helped you store your bags in the trunk of the car.
You opened the back door, to throw your backpack there before entering and stretch your arms towards your daughter, who hesitating for a few seconds, accepted the change of arms.
"Sorry for the delay, your boyfriend is a pain in my ass. He asked me a thousand questions trying to figure out where I was going" Scott commented making sure the door is closed, he walked around the car and got back on as pilot, beginning to lead. "Tired?
"You have no idea" you sigh closing your eyes, a small smile adorns your lips knowing that they had achieved it, they would see Chris. "I swear that this is the only time that I cross half the world alone with a baby, next time I will bring someone to help me."
"Well, they are here, that's the important thing"
"Yeah, you're right." You answered, you look Luna who was beginning to close her eyes, it seemed that the dream was beginning to overcome her, you rock her lightly by kissing her plump cheek
Luna played entertainingly with the TV remote while you circled the hotel room, eager to see Chris.
You had to turn off your phone because he had not stopped calling and sending messages, your last message to him had been minutes before boarding, telling him that you were going to take a nap. More than 20 hours have already passed, so it was normal for him to worry, but you had decided not to answer him, it was not in your plans to ruin the surprise.
The clock said twelve o'clock at night, officially it was Chris's birthday, who should arrive at any moment.
Half an hour later, a message from Scott warning that he has already arrived at the hotel was what got you going. The suitcases were in Scott's room because if Chris came to see them he would instantly notice that they were there, you took your girl out of bed and ran to the bathroom but not before turning off all the lights.
Seconds after closing the door, the room door was heard opening. Chris's voice and Scott's laugh reached your ears.
"Don't laugh, idiot, this is serious. Y/N doesn't answer me, I think she's angry, but I don't know what I did." Scott made fun of his brother again, you smiled amused when you heard Chris's concern about the lack of messages. Luna, taking advantage of the fact that they were near the shower ledge, took a bottle of shampoo to drop it, making a great bang.
"Luna, you give away our position! You whispered indignantly, mini Evans babbling in amusement.
The door slammed open revealing a surprised Chris. Scott came in behind him, recording the reunion.
"Surprise!" You exclaimed, Luna shouted excitedly when she recognized her father. Chris wasting no time, drew them into a hug. "Luna and I decided that Daddy couldn't spend his 40th birthday away from us, right sweetheart?" The baby smiled stretching her hands to touch her father's face.
"Oh my girls, I missed you so much" Chris sighed still without letting go of the hug, he placed a kiss on Luna's forehead before turning her face and kissing you tenderly on the lips.
"Happy birthday darling, we love you very much, I hope you liked the surprise"
"I couldn't ask for a better thing" he smiled kissing your lips again.
"Don't say that, I have others that I'm sure you will love" you whispered with a mischievous glint in your eyes, Chris smirked. "We must put on day".
"For the love of God, you two are disgusting, talk about sex in front of the baby? Gross" Scott exclaimed in disgust.
Chris chuckled coming out of the bathroom with Luna on his right arm while his left was on your waist. He couldn't think of a better birthday start.
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Man’s Best Friend / Chris Evans
*not requested, idea came to mind!
*in which dodger becomes weirdly protective of yn to the point of growling at chris but they realize yn is pregnant
*warning: mentions of vomiting, mentions of pregnancy, fluff
*PLEASE send me requests!!!!! i can do whoever :)
you sulked back from the bathroom, after the third time throwing up that morning. dodger whimpered softly as he watched you move under the covers again. you patted the sheet and dodger hopped up, laying behind you with his head over your stomach. you rolled over to your back and pet his head which now laid on your stomach.
your phone started to ring and you picked it up, seeing it was chris and hitting the green button and putting it on speaker. “hi baby how’re you feeling?” he asked softly and you shrug like he could see you.
“i just threw up. dodger is comforting me now in bed. i think it might have been that chicken from last night, i feel like shit” you pinched the bridge of your nose and closed your eyes.
“my meeting is over, so i’m heading home now. i’m gonna stop at the store and buy some things to help you. i love you babe” chris explained and you smiled, looking at dodger.
“i love you too chris, thank you” you hung up and put your phone down on the bed. you picked up the remote and clicked on disney+ to see if a disney movie could cheer you up.
a recommendation of captain america popped up and you smiled. “dodge. who is that? is that daddy?” you pointed to the screen and he perked at the name, making you giggle. you picked your comfort disney movie and put the remote next to your phone.
almost an hour later and chris came home. he headed up the stair and smiled as he heard the familiar songs from you watching the movie over and over.
“hi beautiful” chris set the bag down on the table and bent down to kiss you, dodger softly growling. the both of you looked at him concerned, as he never growled at anything, especially chris.
you pet him softly and nothing happened, but chris tried and he growled louder. “that’s insane. he’s never done that before, has he?”
“never” chris furrows his eyebrows and touched your head softly, dodger stayed silent. he moved to your legs, nothing. he went to touch your stomach and dodger snarled his teeth.
you look at chris and his face drops. he pulled out his phone and quickly typed. “what, chris? what’s wrong? should we take him to the vet?” he showed you his phone and the google search of ‘can dogs sense pregnancy’ and your eye widened. “you think? what if he just knows i don’t feel well?”
“it wouldn’t hurt to try, right?” chris smiled and you nodded, chris leaving again. you studied dodger with your knees tucked to your chest, cheek on your knees.
chris came back with a regular lines test and another test that actually said ‘pregnant’ or ‘not pregnant.’ you took two of each, leaving them on the counter and setting a timer.
dodger finally stopped growling at chris, licking him all over his face as chris laid on the bed and you laughed in the doorway. chris sat up and you sat next to him, leaning onto him and he kissed your head as he rubbed your arm.
you jumped at the timer went off, shutting it off and looking at chris. “ready?” you nod and he kissed you, your fingers linked together as you slowly walked to the bathroom.
you looked at the four tests, the red lines very dark and both screens reading ‘pregnant.’ chris stood in the door way of the bedroom and waited with a nervous rock in his stomach. “yn?”
“dodger’s gonna be a big brother” you whispered and chris’s face lights up like christmas, grabbing you and hugging you tightly. you both cry into one other’s necks, chris swaying you two slowly as you soaked it all in.
“dodge! buddy you’re so smart. what a good boy” chris sniffled as his dog put his legs on chris’s thigh, the both of you kissing his head.
you shakily took a photo of the tests, saving them on the dresser and you both fall onto the bed. “and i thought it was the chicken” you joke and you both laugh, chris kissing you again and hugging you into him, the both of you staying like that for a while as you both took in this new amazing information with dodger at the end of the bed.
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So yeah, I spun the wheels!!!
Kinks- exhibitionism and bondage
Character- Andy Barber
Prompts- “so help me god” and “if you don’t like my teasing then why are you moaning?”
I love your work so so so so so much.
Also.. if it isn’t too much to ask, I know Andy Barber like exudes Dom energy, but I love dominant readers….. you don’t have to though. ❤️❤️
Btw I don’t know if I picked too many so just choose whichever you feel most like writing.
Babe, you know we stan dom readers here!! And I would absolutely love to top our lawyer husband, c'mon son!
Sweet floofy boy toy smut (teasing, sub professor Andy, soft!dom reader, public sex, pool sex, unprotected vaginal sex, kept the bondage kinda light since they're in public and it's on the fly, public nudity, this is my established Andy couple (bar owner reader and professor Barber)) No minors!!!
Andy had been giving you that look all night.
He was immensely grateful you had agreed to come to this thing. What kind of professional adults threw a pool party? Especially university faculty. And if he had to come to this thing on his own he would have left after a couple hours.
But you had agreed to join him, because you couldn't stand the thought of your soft boyfriend having to suffer through social niceties with the bores he worked with.
When he saw you in that fucking bikini though, he almost lost it. There was nothing special about it, it was just like any other bikini he'd ever seen on a million other women. But it wasn't on other women, it was on you, and that made him want to shove it aside so you could ride him until you were screaming his name.
So he spent almost the entire party trying to get you to go back home with him so he could touch you however he wanted.
You thought it was hilarious. It's not like it was any easier for you. Every time you got a peek at those tattoos that usually no one except you got to see you felt a tiny pang in your core. But you could actually control yourself like a grown up, even with your sweet man following your around and whispering filthy things in your ear.
What he couldn't handle was when you finally jumped in the pool. The sight of you soaking wet, rivulets of cool water dripping down your tempting curves that he just wanted to trace with his tongue, after hours of you denying him, turned him into a hard, grumpy mess who had to sit in an abandoned corner of the pool while he growled at his aching cock.
"What's going on, baby?" You teased, swimming up to him slowly and grinning at the cranky pout he gave you.
"What's going on is I'm sick of watching you prance around in that fucking bikini like a damn tease." Oh, he must have been hard for a while, he usually didn't get this pissy unless he was really frustrated.
"Aww, have I been teasing you baby?" You gave him a mocking pout as you cooed at him, wrapping your body around his and grinding until a desperate sound escaped from his throat. "If you don't like my teasing then why are you moaning?"
"Y/N, fuck." He dug his fingers into your waist as his hips bucked into you, trying to catch your lips with his and whining when you pulled away from him. "If you don't quit being a brat right now, so help me god..."
"I'm the brat?" You gripped his jaw hard and forced his gaze to yours. "You invited me to this damn party then spent the whole night whining and begging. I thought we were here so you could have a nice time socializing with your coworkers and maybe get a little tipsy, not sneak away for you to get your dick wet whenever you felt a little needy."
This was new. As far as dominant and submissive dynamics went in your relationship, they weren’t really a thing, though a lot of the time you’d let Andy take the reins just because it was easier. But the way you were digging your fingers into his cheeks and glaring at him were making him feel some kind of way.
“I’m...sorry?” The brush of your lips over his cheekbone made him just want to please you, but he wasn’t sure how.
“Try making that a statement, Andrew.” You dragged your nails over his shoulders and nipped softly at his lips as he melted underneath you.
“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He tilted his head back so he could drink in your kiss, groaning against your lips as you wound your fingers through his hair.
“Good boy.” You grinned wickedly at him as you rested your forehead against his. “You’re lucky you’re so cute, makes it awful hard to stay mad at you. Put your hands behind your back.”
“What?” He blinked owlishly up at you as he tried to consider what you were saying, that kiss had made his brain all fuzzy.
“Hands behind your back, Andy. You are shit at following instructions.” You shook your head softly as you moved your hands between the two of you. “We’re gonna need to work on that.”
“Fuck, baby.” His head whipped to make sure no one was watching when you untied your bikini bottoms and waved them in front of his face. “We’re doing this here?”
“You don’t get to complain after all the fucking whining you were doing all night.” You bent over him and tugged at his lips with your teeth, dragging his hands behind his back and binding them with your swimsuit. “Hope you can be quiet, pretty boy.”
He let out a low moan when you drew his trunks down and wrapped your hands around his cock, shifting until he was lined up and sinking down on him in one swift motion. You could tell how worked up he was from the way he was trying to drive into you, his wrists straining against the restraints that you had apparently tied in some sort of magic knot that wasn’t loosening no matter how hard he tugged at it.
“Baby, c’mon.” You were loving how needy he was, framing his face in your hands as you ground against him. “I just wanna touch you.”
“Quit whining.” You snapped, gripping his hair painfully and yanking his face away from yours as you scowled at him. “You’re lucky I’m gonna let you come at all, sweet boy. Don’t piss me off.”
The scrape of your teeth over his cheekbone had him keening, forcing you to shove your fingers in his mouth to muffle the sounds he was making. Drool started leaking from the corners of his lips when he whined around your hand, the pleading look in his eyes making you clench around him with a deep moan.
Your hips started moving faster when you felt your pleasure gathering, his body arching into your movements as he begged you wordlessly for more. That look of pure, wanton need on his face was something you could really get used to.
Warmth started spreading from your core fast and you ripped your your fingers out of his mouth so you could press your lips to his, moaning against him when the coil snapped and your body went rigid. Andy almost collapsed at the feel of your soft walls fluttering around him, growling into your mouth as his hips jerked and he filled you thick, sticky ropes of his cum.
“Jesus Christ.” He panted into your open mouth while the two of you came down, wrapping his arms around you once you undid his restraints and tried to put your bottoms back on. “That was new.”
“Yeah.” You bit your lip as you grinned at him. “Good for you?”
“Very good.” He swallowed thickly as you unwrapped yourself from him. “Where did you learn to tie knots like that?”
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Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader
Summary: Distracting Andy from his work is always a fun time.
Word Count: Over 1k
Warnings: Explicit sexual content, hand job, possessive behavior, dirty talk, Andy Barber (he's a warning!)
A/N: For @happygowriting 's Hat Draw Challenge (Prompt: “I’m going to jerk you off until you’re begging me to stop.” with Andy Barber) ). Congrats, lovely!!! ❤️ Not beta read, so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly. Comments, likes, reblogs and asks are appreciated. ❤️
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If you could have dreamt up the perfect man, he would have been in the form of Andy Barber. Handsome, commanding and passionate, there was no denying him and you never wanted to. While he was usually the dominant of the two of you in bed, you occasionally liked to be the one who drove him crazy. It wasn't to give you a sense of power or control. You were just happy to make the man you loved feel good.
You watched him as he sat at his desk, tapping your fingertip against the doorframe. He promised he wouldn't work when he got home, but there he was. You didn't blame him and you weren't even upset. But now was the perfect time to give him something to get him through the rest of the day.
You walked over to the desk, your hips swaying enticingly. You continued to watch him intently as he tried to ignore your presence, but you saw him look out of the corner of his eye. He cleared his throat as he looked back at the papers in front of him. Smirking, you snatched them from his hand and put them out of reach. You swore he snarled when you kept the smirk on your face.
"I'm trying to work and you're distracting me."
Your body clenched in reaction to his glare. Being on the receiving end of that look scared most people, but you were the exception. It sent a shiver of excitement through you when he didn't blink and you dared to step closer.
"I know I am, but I can help you out," you offered.
Andy raised an eyebrow as his gaze shifted to feigned disinterest. But he couldn't hide how dark his eyes got. "You're going to help me?"
"Yep. I'll get you off and you can go back to it," you said innocently, straddling him as he leaned back in his chair.
His hand reached up and gently moved along your jaw, the small action immediately spreading more heat between your thighs. You had no idea how he turned you on so quickly with the lightest of touches, but you wanted to have the same effect on him. Before he could pull away, you grasped his hand and brought it to your lips. Your eyes twinkled with something lustful as you sucked a finger into your mouth, moaning around it.
"You think teasing me is a good idea?" he asked, a slight rasp to his tone as his finger slipped free.
"Teasing would imply that I have no intention to follow through. And I have every intention of doing so."
Brushing your lips against his, you moved a hand between your bodies to cup him. You felt how hard he was beneath his slacks and you wondered how long he had been worked up. Thankfully, he had you to take care of him.
"Poor Andy," you said softly as you rubbed him, kissing the corner of his mouth. Feeling his beard tickle your lips made you tremble as you unbuttoned his pants. Maybe later you could convince him to rub his beard against your inner thighs. "How are you supposed to get any work done with your cock so hard?"
You heard the air rush out of his lungs as you pulled the zipper down, feeling his strong thighs tense beneath yours. "Still fucking teasing me," he groaned as your hand grasped the band of his underwear to move it down. "Fuck, honey."
You smiled as you grasped his cock and pulled him free. Holding him in your hand, your fist went tight. You rubbed your thumb across the head as you leaned back and glanced down. The thickness of him never ceased to amaze you. It made your mouth water.
“I told you I'm not going to tease you," you reminded him as you twisted your wrist. "I’m going to jerk you off until you’re begging me to stop.”
Andy was amazing. Addicting. How could not worship him? You ignored how soaked your panties were as you pumped your hand because this was about him. And after so many nights of him bringing you over the edge multiple times, it was time to return the favor.
"Fuck, honey. Faster," he groaned, his hips rocking as you worked him in even strokes.
"No," you laughed softly. "You have no patience right now, Mr. Barber, and that won't do. Just like my pussy is yours, this is my cock. I'll go as fast or slow as I please."
There was no mistaking the growl this time. He sounded impressed that you took control. "I'm ruining my pussy the second I'm done-"
"The second you're done what? Coming?" you questioned, kissing his cheek as you brushed the head of his cock again. Feeling him leak for you had you lightly grinding your own hips. "I told you. Until you beg me to stop, your cock isn't leaving my hand."
His hips bucked hard enough to rock the chair, his moan low and deep. "You think I won't fuck you with my fingers? Or make you ride my thigh until you gush on these pants?"
"That would be a shame," you sighed, feeling more precum slide across your fingers. "I like these pants… But it would be fun to ruin them the way you ruined me. Just like I want to ruin you."
His head fell back as he could look in your eyes, his hips starting to lose their rhythm. "I was ruined the moment you walked into my life," he breathed.
You whimpered, wanting so badly to take him into your quivering cunt at his words. "Later," you thought because your release didn't matter. But his… "Prove it. Make a mess on my hand. C'mon, hotshot. Do it. Come."
He whined, actually whined, for you as his cock pulsed, shuddering as you watched his release spread between you both. Some of it landed on your hand as you finished stroking him, hot and searing. You wanted to taste every drop as he came down.
"Fuck…" he panted as his shoulders slumped, catching his breath.
As you pulled your hand away, you quickly replaced it with the other.
"What…" he gasped as you brought it to your lips.
"Beg me," you whispered as you began to clean your fingers. "That's an order, Mr. Barber."
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wanna be yours ; andy barber
just a small drable.
warnings: slight smut, angst, mentions of cheating, age gap!
pairings: andy barber x reader
fingers tangled together, as he laid next to you, his free arm stroking your hair, as you listened to his heartbeat, which sounded normal. You two loved each other.
Love can be in any form. Love is never easy, and you both were suffering through it. Every night, he'd be next to you, his scent would be enough for you to calm down.
Things weren't easy as they looked. You were younger than him, having a 22 year old difference between the two, will always be questioned everywhere.
So the best you two could do was hide it, putting a curtain on your relationship with him. You knew how worse it would be later, but none of you cared about it.
Right now, you two were bare, only covered with the white, silk sheets, his lips on your head, as he pressed gentle kisses on your head, as you walked on the road of complicity of yours and his relationship again.
“What're you thinking, my love?” He asked, his voice, calm and raspy. You sighed, and looked up to meet his eyes, he smiled, getting the idea of what was inside your head
“nothing, my love.” You answered, knowing that he knew what you were thinking. He was a man, with a dark life. Wife never loved him, son never cared about him even though he would lay his life for them.
So, when both of you were covered with this much of darkness, the bridge seems to be the light that brightened both of your lives. It was destined that you'd end up like this.
He was in the spot, where he had two roads, one was losing you, and he'd have everything. The other was losing everything and have you. He was losing his everything on both the roads.
He pressed a kiss on your lips, his one hand, cupping your face, and pulling you closer. You melted in that kiss. Your arms wrapped around his neck, to pull him closer.
His other hand, tangled with yours, as he showed you how much he loved you, how much you mean to him. You chanted his name, which he was addicted to. Your lips addicting him, he never left them. This will be the last time, you both knew, but acted like it wasn't.
“just wanna be yours.” He breathes, resting his forehead on yours, as tears ran out and fell on his cheeks, falling on your cheek. Seeing him like that, you too were emotional.
He kissed you again, tears still falling and he looks at you, as you try your hardest to he strong.
“I am yours.” You said, and he smiles, before he kisses you again, and leaves you forever, going back to his so-called happy family, of three including him, A broken- husband / father, a Son who was depressed, and a wife and a mother who was playing games on their family.
AN: idk why i made this, but im in a ✨angsty✨ mood for a few days and if you wanna really get in your feels listen to i wanna be yours by arctic monkeys
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so many thoughts about dadsbestfriend!andy here is one that's been eating at me all day:
this 'bout a full fic bc i just-
pairing: dadsbestfriend!andy x reader
warnings: 18+, adultery, age gap (reader mid 20's), mentions of oral (f & m) & unprotected sex, not edited
finally home from university after completing your bachelor's degree, your mom hosts a family dinner with close friends and immediate family. the barbers walk through the front door- andy locks eyes with you instantly.
the vivid flashbacks from your last encounter- drunkenly fooling around while your parents were out of town for spring break. he came over to check the house, not knowing you were staying home.
what was supposed to only be a quick catch-up and a quick drink spiraled into a few bottles of wine and andy's mouth, sucking your clit on the staircase. then the next day later, finishing the job by sleeping with him in your childhood bedroom.
an overly confident smile appears across his face, shaking hands with you.
"it must've been forever since you've seen Y/N!" your mom exclaims,
the friendly encounter kept strictly between the two of you- but the images still flash your mind as his handshake lingers a little too long. blaming it on zoning out on the tv behind you, you pull your hand away. andy flashes a quick smirk before joining your dad in the kitchen to finish dinner.
as you set the table with your sister, you overhear the conversation between your mom and laurie.
"i don't know what's gotten into him, but he's just been- excited a lot. i think he's cheating, beth." you drop the rest of the plates on the table, causing a loud clang.
andy and your dad poke their head through the archway, asking if you're okay- you nod and pick up the broken pieces to the plate.
when taking the glass shards to the trash can outside, andy follows behind you.
"she knows." you mutter under your breath, pushing past him.
andy catches your arm, pulling you back behind the wall.
"who?" playing dumb, his hands wander underneath your shirt- making your body cover in goosebumps.
"your wife," he laughs, leaning down, kissing your neck and jaw before landing on your lips
"she accuses me of cheating every other month. i tell her no. rail her. then go back not touching each other till the next accusation." the thought of him touching her the way he touched you made your skin crawl and your blood boil.
"you jealous?" he chuckles, slipping his fingers inside your jeans.
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Devil’s Advocates Masterlist
A biker AU that follows the Devil’s Advocates motorcycle club from Newton, MA. Featuring various CE fictional babes.
Warnings: Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Unprotected sex. Oral sex (f receiving). Vaginal fingering. Cockwarming. Cum play. Praise kink. Breeding kink. Bad boy kink. Dub con. Non con touching. Threats of rape and murder. Panic attack. References to child abuse and sexual assault of minors (nothing is shown). References to sex trafficking and embezzlement. Dark biker gang elements like violence, murder, and reference to trafficking guns. Soft!Dark biker babes. AU. 18+ only 🥵 😈
Andy Barber x Female!Reader | Word Count: 18,454
Summary: From the moment you first met, Andy Barber had a hold over you, and even though you knew you should stay away, that he was bad news, you just couldn’t help yourself.
Here With Me
Curtis Everett x Female!Reader | Word Count: 13,839
Summary: No matter how hard you tried to stay away from your hometown of Newton, you could never stay away for long. It always kept drawing you back. He always kept drawing you back.
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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫
pairing || andy barber x fem!reader
word count || 3,865
summary || you and andy have been sneaking around for months and soon it might catch up to you two
warnings || drinking, throwing up, oral, reader has twins, andy cheating on laurie, oral receiving, oral giving, couch sex, making dinner, eating dinner, over the counter sex, taking care of teenagers, andy buying you stuff, beach house, beach house sex, name calling, breeding, ass fingering, pussy fingering
authors note || PLEASE REBLOG MY TAGLIST IS ENDING ON JULY 10TH PLEASE FOLLOW @dulceslibrary AND TURN ON NOTIFICATIONS TO BE NOTIFIED WHEN I POST 18+ ONLY,, feedback is appreciated
𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 | 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐑
For three months, three whole months you had been sneaking around with your kids’ friends' father Andy. You met him at parents night when you noticed your son Jarren sitting next to Jacob. The two of them not even paying attention to what was going on, Jarren and Jaocb eyeing your daughter, Carmen’s friend group. Andy walked to you to introduce himself. His charm instantly drawing you in, the Boston accent making you instantly swoon.
You noticed his ring but when you asked about Jacob’s mother, he told you it was complicated. Weeks later you and Andy went out for lunch and seemed to get closer and closer, the same way your children were, until the night he showed up at your doorstep, drunk as hell.
“Andy...Jacob’s not here tonight, the kids went to a sleepover.”
“I know, that’s not why I’m here.” his speech slurred and the beer bottle in his hand.
“Why are you…”
Before you could even finish your sentence, you could see the expression on his face, tears flowing and cheeks starting to puff, you took his hand and brought him inside to the bathroom where he began to throw up into the toilet. You grabbed the beer bottle and rubbed his back.
“How much have you had tonight?”
He sniffled before looking up at you with red eyes. “Enough.”
You chuckled and grabbed a towel for him and a toothbrush, standing him up once he finished, flushing the toilet and brushing his teeth for him. As you looked at him you couldn’t help but stare at his eyes, the redness from tears shadowed by hurt and pain.
Soon you were able to place him on the couch.
“You wanna tell me why you’re here?”
He nodded and took a deep breath, closing his eyes but stayed silent for what felt like minutes. You looked down at your hands and then at his. “Does it have anything to do with that?” You pointed to naked left hand, his ring gone.
“I took my ring off because I don’t love her, I can’t love her.” You nodded and he looked you, love in his eyes and you knew what he wanted to say but his eyes slowly began to close as you heard him say the three magic words and before they came out, a light snore continued to come from his mouth, you sighed softly and stood up, grabbing a blanket to place on him before going to your bedroom.
The next morning you woke up, pouring coffee into two cups as you heard him groan. You walked over, handing him the cup. “Morning sunshine.”
He took the cup looking at you, eyes puffy. “Thank you.”
You nodded and sat down, taking a sip of your own before putting it down and running your hands over your head then glancing at him. You hadn’t even realized he had been looking back at you, as he placed his cup next to yours, refusing to break eye contact. It wasn’t until he kissed you, you realized what was happening, but you didn’t stop, not caring, letting Andy take you in his strong arms.
He rested his face in the crook of your neck and shoulder and breathing deep your scent, the smell of soap and shampoo from your shower less than an hour ago.
Breathing against your skin he felt a small tremor run up your spine as his breath tickled your neck. He could tell that you were aroused, the fact that you let him into you, told him so. Nuzzling against your neck, he softly trails kisses along the exposed skin of your neck, moving softly and gently and savouring each moment as he knows you are. He placed one sensuous suckle against the pulse in your neck, gently scraping his teeth against your skin as you tilt your head to the side to allow him better access to your soft, smooth skin.
You raise a hand up to his head, running your fingers through his hair as he kisses up and down your neck, suckling gently and biting ever so softly, just allowing you to feel his teeth on your skin as your breath begins to get shallow and a steady heat begins to spread throughout your body. Your fingers are tugging at his hair now, trying to make him go further.
You want him. This thought races through your head as a single and unchanging truth. Your body is screaming at you, begging you for what it craves. You turn your head, catching his lips in a deep and passionate kiss. As you pull away he looks into your eyes, clouded with desire and telling him what you want. You twist your body slightly, shifting and seeming to float back to lay down on the couch while at the same time pulling him over the backrest and down onto your body. You are just now noticing his nakedness, his erection pressed against your stomach where your shirt has bunched up, pre-cum leaking from the head to rub against your skin. His knee rests on the couch pillow, between your legs and pressed against your burning core as you begin to rub yourself against his leg, his erection rubbing against your stomach and driving him wild.
He bent down to kiss you, his own hunger and desire bursting forth as he grinds his leg back into you. You moan softly in the back of your throat as his actions bring your desire closer to the surface. You're moaning into the kiss as your hands begin to unbutton your shirt, your hips bucking against his thigh as you both begin to feel hotter and hotter.
He groans as the friction between his cock and your stomach grows, becoming unbearable as he reaches down and grip your hips, holding you still as he shifts down your body.
He comes to rest facing your black lace panties, red trim outlining roses around the waist band. He bent his neck and kisses your sex through your panties, a hint of moisture already beginning to seep into them. He grins up at you, momentarily stunned by just how gorgeous you look at this moment: a faint heat of arousal on your cheeks and your breath coming in short bursts while you lay back, staring down at him over your exposed breasts, your shirt lying open around you and one hand slowly fondling your breast. He softly whispers to you, "I need you, you are absolutely gorgeous." Before you even have a chance to reply he dips his head, pulling your panties to the side and latching his lips onto your clit, already exposed and begging for attention.
Andy moved his hand right to your clit and gently rubbed it. Two fingers easily slid into your pussy and you let a low moan out as he finger-fucked you for a while. He decided to move more quickly now that you were exposed in front of him
Then he lowered his mouth to your pussy and enjoyed tasting as he licked it and inserted his tongue as far as he could into your warm cavern. After a few minutes of stimulation, as he rubbed your clit and you began to shake and he knew you were on the verge of a nice climax. You shuttered and moaned as he continued. Then you reached down and rubbed your clit too. You enjoyed your climax for quite a while. And all the time you massaged your clit as you let out soft sounds of pleasure.
Maintaining eye contact the whole time. You reach around his neck and sit back down on his lap. You start grinding on his hard cock between your legs. While grinding the length of his cock up and down slowly, You moan, slightly annoyed, but you don't mind riding it out because there's no rush, you have all the time to grind and tease as you want, until you realize the kids would be back from the sleepover. “Andy, it’s 11:30, they’ll be home soon.”
He leans down, so close to your neck as he plants gentle kisses right under your ear. Hearing you moan and feeling his hot breath on your neck makes it very clear that you’re reaching the point of no return, both of you so exhausted from the week but still so aroused by each other. “We have time, it’s okay.”
Finally, he pulls down his boxers just far enough to reach out his stiff cock, and without hesitation, he slides his cock in your dripping wet pussy. He inches in slowly, taking his sweet time. Your pussy feeling so tight wrapping around his cock as he scoots himself further and further in. By the time his whole cock is in you, you're well on my way to sinking your nails into his shoulders and breathing deep again. He starts grinding your hips on his cock back and forth, back and forth while he is still fully in you. Your clit rubbing the base of his cock which adds to the mind-blowing sensation you’re feeling.
He looks up to read your face as he starts thrusting you gently, just testing the waters to see if you want to go faster. "Slow baby, just slow.” you moan as he slows the pace right away. Barely shifting in and out, more of a grind by this time, A few more gentle grinds and you feel as though you’re about to cum.
However, you know what he wants and you know he wants to fuck you hard. The way he could keep an eye on your ass and your ankles while he rammed into you like an animal, and in due time you wanted that too. You continued to fuck you slowly as you threw your head back, closing your eyes as the pleasure became so powerful. You can feel the shiver start from the tip of your clit as it travels up, your orgasm so close. All you could do wwas tighten your legs together and brace yourself for your cum to mix together because feeling his cock thumping and throbbing was all it took to know that he was ready to release. You couldn’t believe he was already ready to cum from the slow sensual fuck, that the pressure from the week was so intense that all it took was a simple grinding-like, down-to-the-point fuck to make him melt into you.
He starts to moan in spurs as he moves his forehead to yours. He was going to cum in you and as much as you should have stopped it and denied it, you didn’t want it. You yelled out, begging him to do it, to make you feel his hot juices lining the walls of your pussy, making your body sweat at the thought of his cocky exploding itself all over you. His muscles contract as he is beginning to cum and it sends you over the top. Feeling him twitch and reach the deepest part of you with his cum makes your orgasm and shake as your whole body overflows with a distinct yet so familiar sensation.
You look at each other knowing there would be a part two and more later but before you could process that he took the wedding band out of the pocket from his pants he had on, along with a chain, unlatching it and putting it around your neck. You looked at the ring, engraved on the inside was his full name. “Never, take this off.”
Ever since that first time, your kids became inseparable, and you and hand decided you work late, which meant just having car sex near some late on at his lake house that he would take the five of you two, maybe Laurie knew, maybe she didn’t but you didn’t care. She couldn’t be that stupid and naive to not realize her husband wasn’t wearing his ring and the first time you met her, the ring that was around your neck, was his.
“I love your jewelry! Where did you get it from?” Her pale finger, pointing to the necklace that her husband made for you.
“Someone special made it for me.”
“It’s absolutely gorgeous, my husband’s wedding band looks kind of like that, he even has his name engraved on the inside of him, I’m Laurie Barber, Jacob’s mother.”
“Y/N Taylor, Carmen and Jarren’s mother.” You smiled at her and nodded.
“It’s so nice to meet you Y/N”
“It’s Ms.Taylor” You smirked and walked away going to greet your kids. Of course instantly thought the feelings would be mutual, your kids were friends, Jacob was always over your place and talking about the twins to his father yet Laurie had never seen them or their mother a day in her life, until now. She stood there stunned before turning to Jacob and scratching her head. “C’mon bud, time to go home.”
“Uh, actually, I’m hanging with the Taylor’s tonight, Dad and Y/N planned something for us.”
“Jacob, it’s Ms.Taylor.
“She said I can call her Y/N”
Laurie tilted her head and faked her smile nodding to him and then sighed. “Your dad didn’t tell me anything about this…”
“It was a surprise, he just told us before we got here.”
“You talked to your father? He didn’t pick up any of my calls.”
“Maybe he’s busy at work.”
“Yeah, of course champ... busy at work.”
Jacob nodded and looked back at his friends then to his mom. “I kind of have to go... m-mom…” he hesitated on the name, not sure if he would even call her that anymore. You felt more like a mom to him than Laurie, the past three months proved that. This was the first school event she had ever come to. This was the first time she had ever seen Carmen and Jarren and didn’t even introduce herself.
“Right, uhm, text me all her information and tell your dad you call me.”
He nodded and waved to her before walking away. She watched him and it felt like she lost a third of her world and was slowly losing the second third of it. She watched her son walk away until he was completely out of eyesight before taking out her phone to call her husband’s work number which continued to ring and ring all four times she called it, she moved on to the house phone, twice, and then his cell, three times, until she texted him the simple words.
‘I love you’
Andy waited by the car, looking at his phone, sighing and deleting the message before hearing the voice of the three kids and you, smiling at the sweet sound, he gave you a hug and kissed your cheek.
“You’re not very discreet.” Jarren looked at Andy and then to you. “Jare, shut up!” Carmen pushed her brother into the car and followed in behind him.
“Jake, what did you tell your mom?”
“That you were probably working...dad, I’m glad that you’re happy with Y/N but Laurie won’t stop asking me and talking to me until you say something.”
Andy nodded and ruffled his son’s hair and smiled. “I know kiddo, I know.” Jacob got into the car and Andy moved to you on the passenger side.
“I met Miss Laurie Barber.” you raised an eyebrow and wrapped your arms around his shoulders as he put his around your waist. He groaned at the sentence, the guilt wasn’t anything he felt. Andy knew what he wanted, it was you.
“Maybe we shouldn’t keep saying that last name.”
“Last time I checked she was a Barber.”
“Soon to be an ex-Barber.”
You smiled softly at him and nodded. “Well Mister Assistant District Attorney, I think you’ve made that clear.” You touched the necklace of his ring and he nodded. “Remember, Lawyers have boundaries.” You chuckled and nodded, finishing the quote with him “I don’t. Not anymore.” He nodded with you. “That’s my girl.” He kisses you and pressed another to your forehead before opening your car door, waiting for you to be in before closing it and going to the drivers side, leaving the event.
Andy had been anticipating your rendezvous for days, anxiously thinking about you as he worked and did what he needed to do before grabbing a rental car to drive you all to the beach house. It was cool but the sun was warm and the wind was brisk as you stepped into the beautiful place, the size enough to fit a family of ten. There was a gazebo across and a small cottage on the left side, it was cozy and it was more than what you had imagined. Instantly the kids ran to the cottage while you and Andy got dinner ready. It took a while to get there and by the time you did the sun was setting.
You glanced at the clock seeing the time and decided to make a risotto. Gathering the ingredients, Andy poured the both of you a glass of wine which seemed justifiable considering the day you had after meeting Laurie, plus the recipe needed a glass. He turned on your favorite playlist as you began to sing along as you prepared the vegetables. You placed the dishes in the dishwasher and turned it on. You filled the kettle, switched it on and returned to the stove, stirring the rice slowly. You filled the sink to wash the glassware, singing your favorite song beginning to move around a belt out.
You heard a glass hit the counter and his hands wrap around your waist, leaning into his chest, smiling contently. You tried to turn around to look at him but he stopped you.
"Stay there" he growled "I need to fuck you, now." He wasted no time before your dress was lifted over her ass and his hand made contact with your skin several times.
"Mmmm," he murmured his appreciation as he fingered the lace of your stockings.
"Nice. Good girl."
He pressed his cock against your ass. It was hard and hot and you wanted it.
"I just need to turn down..."
"You need to do nothing." He spanked you again "other than take this"
He pulled your black satin panties out the way and forced his engorged cock into your and fucked you against the kitchen sink. He grabbed you hard by the hips, pulling you onto his cock, seemingly forcing it into you further and harder each time.
Your body tingles all over, and he knew it. He reached for your tits - grabbing each in turn, squeezing your nipples making you gasp and wince.
"You want it, I’ve dying to bring you here and fuck that slutty pussy, you want it just as bad as I do."
You couldn't deny it. He'd taken you by surprise but now...
"Yes" you muttered breathlessly. "Yes, I want it"
"Oh I know you fucking do, otherwise why else would you have worn those fucking shoes, Slut?"
You'd completely forgotten that you wore the white ones today. The ones you’d laughed at together when he bought them for you. He'd said at the time "They'll make you the perfect height for me fucking you standing up." he'd winked at you and you’d laughed - but you'd forgotten all about it - until now.
"You'd do anything to please me wouldn't you? You're such a good slut for me letting me fuck you without hesitation."
You could only nod in agreement. As you did so he grabbed her neck in his strong hand, he pulled her head back and whispered in her ear.
"You're going to feel my cum coat, your delicious slutty cunt and then you're going to pull your dress back down and finish dinner"
He let go of your neck, both hands on your thighs, nails digging into your flesh as his cock pounded into your pussy. You were so wet and clung on tightly to the sink, feeling the orgasm building in you but knowing you shouldn’t cum yet.
He thrust himself into you again and again and the sensational feeling you knew was on the verge.
“Cum for your dirty little mistress, give me it, please.” A low and long moan escaped from his lips the same time as you felt his cum shoot into you. He wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close as you began to recover. He pulled out of you and replaced his jeans before adjusting your outfit, the food starting to finish. You set the table and looked down, feeling the cum leak from your leg. Andy shook his head. “Keep it in.”
Throughout the rest of dinner, it was hard to stay composed but you did it. If you didn't, not only would that have been embarrassing but probably humiliating to the kids, after you all cleaned up together, you sat in the living room, you and Andy drinking a beer, the kids on the floor as you guys watched reruns of The Nanny and Martin. Feeling content and happy, you looked over, seeing the wrinkles next to Andy’s eyes as he looked at the kids, smiling. He was happy, having the five of you together made him happy.
Once that was over, the kids went out to the beach, you and Andy, kept the lights on for them, but they seemed to be occupied by a bonfire they created with some other teens they met at the beach.
You laid on the bed with Andy, his hands trailing up and down your thigh as he kissed your arm. After your moment from earlier you wanted more. He lifted your lega a bit to cross his. His cock found the folds of your pussy and with a quick thrust, he’s in you. You groan back in your throat, eyelids fluttering with each thrust, he rubs your clit from the front as he fucks toy from behind.
He shifts you on your stomach, your face in the pillow and your ass up just enough so he can reach and toy with your clit. Now he’s able to give you the full length of his cock from tip to base. His pace quickens, pounding into you harder. His balls are feeling full and now you can feel them hit your labia as he thrusts. His fingers moved from your clit to your asshole, rubbing slow circles and your moans are loud but muffled into the pillow.
Soon he could feel your pussy contract around his cock and can sense you’re about to cum. It builds in slow waves, like the ocean outside and then hits you in one final surge. Something inside him, let’s go and his control is lost, he comes deep into you, filling you up. He collapses on his back, his cock still inside you, a luxurious feeling for the both of you, slippery and sensuous.
You talked a bit more, but soon the sea breeze lulled you to sleep. You spooned close together again. More sensuous dreams fill your heads until morning, when dreams become more.
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Two Can Keep a Secret
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader (DadsBestFriend!AU)
Summary: One weekend home from college is all he needs to make an impression. Andy Barber, your father’s best friend.
Warnings: age difference, alcohol, consensual dub-con, secret relationship, smut (breeding kink, consensual dub-con, bondage, degradation kink, dirty talk, dom/sub, face-fucking, forced orgasm, nipple play, oral sex, rough sex, spanking, vaginal fingering, vaginal sex)
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Summer. The weekend is swathed in sunshine, tastes of crisp lemonade, smells of burgers. Family and friends scattered through the garden. Buzzing that’s more conversation than bees. Repetitive words and smiles about your return for the day from college. Boredom you attempt to mask. You brush aside your wishes to be back with your friends. Perhaps it’s for the best. One too many nights out with them have only resulted in disappointment. One night stands. Boys more than men. Stories you skirt over to avoid the age old question. Are you seeing anyone?
Proud parents you smile dutifully for. Excitement you have the courtesy to entertain. Interest far greater for the introduction of a new friend. Andy Barber.
Andy. Father. Lawyer. Sinfully gorgeous. He dresses like one certainly. There’s a subtlety only he notices as your gaze rakes him over. Sunshine the perfect excuse for how hot you feel, he’s handsome in his casually undone shirt. Sleeves rolled to expose strong arms and a tattoo along the length of his left arm. There’s a charm about the way he slides his glasses off to greet you. An apology for how cold his palm is, he blames the beer. And God, you shouldn’t find yourself so attracted to him. After all, he’s your father’s best friend.
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Hello, loves. @nix-akimbo has done it yet again. Those Newsweek pictures of Chris Evans were hot enough and then along came Nix with this edit. And yes, I have found myself inspired once more. Please do heed the warnings and note that everything is consensual, even if Andy and Reader play along as if it isn't.
Credit to @nix-akimbo for the edit
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y'all decide the character & what next do y'all need:
im in angsty mood so...
Best friend's dad! (Any of chris's characters )
or (any of chris' characters )losing his memory while dating you
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𝐀/𝐍 || The masterlist that has taken me forever to create. Enjoy my darlings.
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Good Optics - Company [excerpt]
Based on this ask from a lovely nonnie. Just a slight drabble/excerpt because I’m probably going to expand this fic one of these days.
This is how it started if you want some backstory
Word Count: 500
Warnings: Implied smut, touching, angst, weird stopping point. In my defense, it’s an excerpt!
President! Andy Barber x Vice President Female Reader
Summary | Andy wants just one night.
There’s nothing but sunset over the ocean, your eyes mesmerized on the scene in front of you. If you were anywhere else, you’d take a picture of this moment. At the close of the door, you focus on the waves that lap against the shore, the two black cars still in sight.
Technically, you’re still at the Four Seasons three hundred miles away, a decoy in your hotel suite to keep up appearances.
Andy’s fingers reach out for yours, palms touching as he holds your hand. It’s the most skin to skin contact you’ve had since you left his office that afternoon, preparing for a meeting while you could still feel his lips against your neck.
“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?”
You can’t answer, the lump in your throat growing by the second. This wasn’t supposed to happen. In an alternate universe, you would be out to dinner with Andy, talking about your busy work schedules and planning a trip to look forward to.
Not standing in the middle of a hotel suite in Maine, away from prying eyes to have one night alone.
“Please talk to me,” Andy says gently, his grip on your increasingly gently.
“What are we doing?”
“What we said we would do. One night.”
“And can you handle that?” you ask quietly, turning to look at his handsome face. “One night and we pretend that we go back to normal? Like this never happened?”
He doesn’t answer you, instead reaching for the blinds as he shuts out the waning sunset.
“We have to.”
“That’s not what I asked you, Andy. I asked if you could handle it.”
“I don’t know.”
You scoff, giving a slight shake of your head as he pulls you against him slowly, his hand caressing your cheek.
“I don’t want to choose anything but you tonight. Don’t make me think about tomorrow.”
“We have to,” you point out. “And the day after that and every day after that one.”
He kisses you, breaking it only to rest his forehead against yours. Your heart beats out of control, his fingers at the front of your blouse.
“We don’t have to,” Andy swallows. “I just want you near me.”
You finger the buttons as you slowly unbutton them, Andy pulling you closer as he helps pull it out from under your skirt, sliding it off your shoulders as it falls to the floor. His warm hands slide up your back and to your shoulders, his eyes taking in your body as his fingers unclasp your bra, moving your shoulders slightly to let it slip to your floor.
“God, I missed you,” he breathes, capturing your mouth for another kiss as his hands cup your breasts, his thumbs gliding over your stiff peaks.
The soft moan that leaves your lips implores him to kiss down your neck, tilting your head back to give him better access as you reach for his shirt, starting to unbutton it as he helps you along.
“I love you.”
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Keep It On
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Summary: A morning with Andy… aka he fucks you while you wear his hoodie.
Warnings: Pretty much PWP, couch sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, implied cockwarming, extremely self indulgent because I can't stop thinking about his cute zip up, 18+
Word count: ~1,200
Tiptoeing down the stairs, the living room is quiet and still, the only light being that of the sun shining through the curtains covering the windows. By the looks of it, Andy just got home from the gym – his hair a little mussed, and still just wearing his t-shirt and joggers.
“Look who decided to get up,” he teases, looking up from his phone and putting it on the table as you appear in front of him.
“Shut up, it’s only 10:00,” you scoff playfully, followed by a yawn. Sitting yourself on the sofa next to him, you drape your legs over his and wrap your arms around his middle, resting your head on his shoulder. “Sorry we’re not all overachievers who work out every morning.”
“Right,” he chuckles, pressing a kiss to your hair. “Good morning,” he whispers more seriously now, his fingers stroking softly along your bare thigh. You just hum in response, still sleepy. Glancing down at you, he furrows his brow upon noticing what you're wearing – your pajama shorts and a zip up with nothing underneath that he can tell. “Are you wearing my hoodie?”
Lifting your head, you offer him a wink. “Yeah, you're not wearing it, so someone else might as well.”
“Thief. I'm not wearing it because it's hot,” he explains. “Finally feels like summer today.”
“Well, it’s chilly in here,” you shrug and put on your best pout. “Woke up cold because you left me for some sweaty gym.”
“Oh, I’m sorry,” he mimics your pout. “Can I make it up to you?”
Closing the small gap between you guys, your lips collide with his in a slow kiss, gentle at first. That's until his hands find your hips, pulling you up so you can straddle his legs.
Subtly moving your hips, you sigh feeling his bulge against you, and break the kiss, pulling away enough to take a breath. His lips move to your neck, and your hands come up to the zipper on the sweater, but you don't get it unzipped very far at all before one of his hands is on yours, keeping you from taking it off.
“Keep it on,” he mumbles against your neck, punctuating his demand with a teasing bite, his teeth barely grazing against your skin, but enough to elicit a surprised moan from you.
“I knew you liked me in your clothes,” you smirk, settling instead for reaching for the hem of his shirt to pull it off of him.
Helping you out of your shorts and underwear, he then swiftly stands up, setting you back on the couch on your knees, your hands going to the back of it for support.
Behind you, you hear him quickly take his pants off. One hand wraps around his cock, stroking himself lazily, while his other hand presses against your back, pushing you down so you’re bent over, back arched, giving him a good view of your pussy.
“Mm, look at you,” he muses. His hand moves to your hip as he positions himself right up behind you. Your fingers flex, scratching at the cushion, and your head drops, forehead resting against the back of your hand, when you feel the tip of his cock nudging against your folds.
“Andy,” you sigh, pushing back slightly against him, needing to feel more.
He lets you beg for it while he teases the head of his cock along your slit, tapping it against your clit, making you already clench around nothing.
“Ah–” You gasp, finally feeling him thrust into you, both of his hands on your hips now, keeping you in place as you feel inch by inch of his length sinking into you.
Pulling his hips back, he almost pulls out of you completely before snapping them forward again, making you cry out. His thrusts fall into a steady rhythm after that.
“Oh my God–”
“You feel so good–”
You both groan at the same time, his pace picking up a bit.
“Harder,” you beg, reaching a hand back to grasp at his hip and pull him toward you.
He wordlessly obeys your request, but grabs your wrist and pins your arm behind your back, giving him leverage to pull himself against you harder.
Your breathy moans and the quivering of your thighs tell him you’re close.
“Baby, I'm gonna–”
“Do it, angel,” he pants, dropping his other hand down, two fingers pressing against your clit. “Let go for me.”
With his encouragement and his fingers rubbing tight circles against your clit, you come with a choked moan, toes curling as he fucks you through it.
Letting go of your wrist, his hand slips under the sweater to rub your back, letting his touch calm you down as he slowly pulls out of you. “Good girl,” he praises. “Come here.”
He helps you stand up, your legs shaky as you push yourself off the couch. You're donning a blissful smile when you turn to face him, leaning forward to kiss him.
“My pretty girl,” he smiles, brushing his nose against yours when he pulls away. He turns so he can sit down, pulling you down to straddle him again. “Wanna see your pretty face when you come this time.”
Your lips meet his again while your hand reaches between your bodies to find his cock. Wrapping your hand around his length, you stroke him slowly, teasingly, swallowing the groans he emits.
Lifting yourself up, you place your hands on his shoulders and begin to sink down onto him, your walls fluttering around him, still sensitive from moments ago.
“Fuck,” he sighs, dropping his head back for a second. “There you go.” His hands rest on your back to keep you close as you begin rolling your hips. “Just like that.”
Continuing to ride him like that, he rests his forehead against yours, sweet praises falling from his lips as he watches the look of pleasure wash over your face–your eyes flitting shut, your mouth dropping slightly agape.
Sliding his hands down to your hips, he holds you in place, taking over again. He thrusts up into you, lewd sounds of skin hitting skin filling the room.
“Need you to come again, sweetheart,” he grunts. “Wanna feel you. I'm right there with you.”
Your head falls back as your second orgasm takes over you, the heat in the pit of your stomach spreading across your body in waves, your walls clenching around his cock and pulling him over the edge with you.
Both of your movements coming to a halt, your arms fall to wrap around his middle, and you drop your face against his shoulder, his resting against your neck. His warm, heavy breaths against your skin are the first sensation you feel when you calm down.
Neither of you make an effort to move, both melting into each other's embraces.
“Come shower with me,” he murmurs eventually, lifting his head up, prompting you to do the same so you can look at him.
“We’re not going anywhere. I wanna take a nap.”
“You just woke up,” he snorts.
“You wore me out,” you pout again, giving him a peck on the lips. “That's your fault.”
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After Hours - Part One
After Hours - Prologue
@pictures-inmy-mind and @toniilaney definitely helped make this a reality with their ideas. As with Time to Run, this sort of took on a life of it’s own. I’ll add in the drabbles between the chapters.
Currently, my tag list is closed.
Mob Boss Andy Barber x Female Reader (and James Mace x Reader (formerly) for this chapter)
Warnings: 18+ ONLY. As per my usual, this is world building. There’s language. Cockblocking.
Summary | Being Andy Barber’s assistant reveals a different persona to your boss than you ever thought possible.
Work, as you found, only seemed to increase. More balancing of his calendar, inputting more meetings than there were hours in the day, cancelling the less important appointments – specifically, Neal – and others by names that you never recognized. Meetings that were always away from Andy’s office. Not that you were complaining. It usually meant that you’d reap the benefits of Andy’s outings, a lunch here or there or even a treat from a local bakery.
Confidentiality is what you’re known for, even when well-dressed men show up at the office, speaking in code while their gaze shifts from you to Andy. You’ve heard your name be mentioned multiple times, the people he entertains asking if you can be trusted.
“She’s my assistant,” you would hear him say before the door would close.
As if that was enough.
But today, you’re exhausted, lack of sleep from insomnia that crept out of nowhere. It was a missed call from a number you knew all too well that you’d let go to voicemail.
And now that number was calling again.
It’s not smart to pick it up, you know you’ll listen to the voice on the other end and automatically start thinking about how things used to be. With a single swipe of your finger, bringing the phone up to your ear, you hear the surprised tone.
“Hey. Been a while.”
Your heart plummets down to your toes, your fingers gripping the phone.
There’s a slight laugh on the other end. It feels almost bitter but you aren’t sure. It’s been a year since you’d seen him and his sarcasm knew no end.
“You do remember me after all.”
Of course you do. James Mace is the reason you moved across the country. A self-proclaimed workaholic, there was never any time for you.
Apparently there was now.
“How’ve you been?”
“Fine,” you reply. “What’s going on? Why the call out of the blue?”
“I’m in town. Wanted to catch up. Make amends. You free?”
Your calendar is always free after five.
You know you shouldn’t go. It’s a bad idea to see him again. You said you’d be strong. The little memories, the ones you told yourself to forget, bubble back up. He used to make you laugh before he made you cry.
No, you shouldn’t go out with James Mace.
“I’ll pick you up after work. There’s this rooftop restaurant I’ve been dying to try.”
The door opens and you spy the man who was asking about you leave the office with Andy in tow.
“Alright,” you relent. “See you then.”
When you hang up, you push your phone away from your reach, focusing back on your work. There are only a few hours between you and seeing James again. Too much work to finish in such a short time.
Time ticks by, your head down as you make phone call after phone call, confirming and cancelling until the hour approaches and you start to put your things away.
James is always punctual and god help you, you don’t want to keep him waiting. There’s a part of you deep down that knows this won’t end the way it’s supposed to. The dreamer in you says that you’ll make amends, give it a try again. The rational side of you knows that this will end with you in his hotel room bed, walking up early to do a walk of shame and reminding yourself that this was indeed a bad idea.
And you’ll tell your best friend this for good measure when you’re back at work, on your lunch break, crying into your Caesar salad.
“You’re actually going to get out of here in a timely manner?” Andy asks you, your fingers closing a drawer quickly.
You nod, unsure if you should even tell him what they are. You’re certain he doesn’t care that you’re going on a date. And you aren’t even sure if it’s professional to even tell him so.
“Yeah,” you answer, surveying your desk before you stand. “Unless you need something?”
You’re hoping that he’ll say no. The stare he gives you lingers a little longer than you’re used to, his tongue darting out slowly to lick his lips before he shakes his head.
“You have a good night,” he bids, turning to head back to into his office.
It seems silly to think about once you’re heading down the steps to James’ waiting car but all you can think of is that Andy seemed to contemplate your answer.
And that you didn’t seem to answer the question the way he wanted.
“You know it wasn’t personal,” James says, his thumb running over your knuckles. “We were both on different paths. Couldn’t give you the commitment you wanted.”
You’re two glasses of wine in, your sobriety slipping with every blink of your eyes. All you want to do is run your fingers through his buzzcut hair, letting your fingernails graze his scalp so you can see his eyes go half-mast like they used to whenever you touched him like that. It’s purely physical, a way for you to divide yourself from your feelings and your body.
“I thought that was what we both wanted.”
It sounds accusatory and for a moment, you almost want to apologize, until you realize that this is something that you’ve both been skirting around since before the epic breakup.
“I couldn’t devote to the time you wanted. You know my job.”
“That I do, James,” you reply, trying to keep the bitterness out of your voice. It’s the alcohol, you think. It always makes you meaner than you intend. “You reminded me every chance you got.”
But you know it isn’t the alcohol that has you in this state of mind. It’s the blatant dismissal of what you had wanted. What you had communicated in the relationship that had driven you to the brink where all you wanted was to be heard.
Booking a one way ticket to Boston for a job interview was drastic. That much, you knew. But there was no way you could ever go back. There was nothing there for you.
“Is this how we’re making amends? Because we’re off to a bad start.”
James nods in response, downing the rest of his wine before he clears his throat.
“Alright. What would you say if I said I wanted you back?”
You’re interrupted by the sight of Andy, who raises his glass across the bar. Your attention is briefly off of James when he turns to look over his shoulder. Even though he’s far away, you can almost make out what looks like a smirk.
“My boss,” you answer, turning back to James. “Back together?”
“Work will always be there. I can’t stop thinking about you and what could have been.”
Your interest is piqued at his words, placing your glass back down.
“The whole American dream. Big house. Couple of kids.”
“A trophy wife,” you murmur, watching his enthusiastic nod.
“You make it sound like a bad thing.”
James looks up at the man approaching, his stride catching the attention of the patrons as he heads toward your table.
“Can I help you?” James asks, leaning back in his seat at the sight of Andy.
“No,” Andy says smoothly, giving you a smile. “I came by to say hello to my assistant.”
“Ah,” James says. “The famous Andy Barber. I’ve read about you.”
Andy narrows his eyes at James, raising an eyebrow at him.
“You’re James Mace. Engineer, right? Working as a contractor?”
“For a bit. Consulting here and there.”
“So, just starting out,” Andy says with an approving nod. You almost choke. “Good for you. It’s always good to network.”
James can’t hide the disdain in his tone when he corrects him.
“Well established, actually.”
“Oh, no doubt. You’ve made partner at your bio-engineering firm, right? Or was that someone else,” Andy hums, deep in thought, his hand on your chair as you look at your half empty wine glass.
It’s close enough for you to reach it and down it in one sitting.
“We can’t all fight for our jobs after a scandal. Worked out pretty well for you, all things considered.”
Your eyes widen as you can feel Andy’s anger. James’ eyes flick back to yours, his expression triumphant.
Your wine is finished within seconds.
“I’d say it worked well in my favor,” Andy replies, his gaze on you. “It gave me an amazing assistant.”
“Mr. Barber,” you squeak, watching James’ hand roll into a fist. “I had no idea you’d be here.”
“I was in the area. Didn’t realize you’d be here.”
“I bet,” James says.
“I thought I heard something,” Andy muses, placing his hand on your shoulder. “I’ll see you bright and early in the morning? I owe you breakfast for all the hard work you did on the Fisher case. My treat tomorrow.”
Andy nods his head briskly at James.
“Mace. I’d say it’s a pleasure but it’s not. You have a good night.”
When you feel him leave, you blow out a breath, waiting for James to say something.
“You didn’t tell me your boss was Andy Barber. I thought you were working in the same building. Not his goddamn assistant.”
“Does that matter?” you ask, unsure why you’re ready to stick up for him. “He didn’t do anything wrong.”
“Really? You don’t think him speaking to me that way was disrespectful?”
“I think you’re making a bigger deal out of this than you need to. He was just being… Andy, I guess.”
“Then I’d hate to see how he treats his friends.”
“James,” you warn gently. “Let it go. He didn’t mean anything by it.”
A few moments of silence pass before he finally exhales.
“Do you want to call it a night? Let me show you how sorry I am that I treated you?”
A shiver goes down your body at the way he says the words and the stare he gives you. It appears for the moment, Andy Barber is now a distant memory to him.
It’s been a year since you’d been laid.
“Yes,” you answer, watching him push his chair back.
You’re halfway to the car when your phone vibrates.
Then again when you’re settled inside the passenger seat.
Your phone rings when James starts the car. You know it’s important when Andy calls you.
“Mr. Barber?” you ask, clicking your seatbelt into place.
“Can you meet me at the office? It’s an emergency.”
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Consciousness Of Guilt
Summary: Andy and you attend a conference in Denver, and the atmosphere between you slowly starts to shift…
Warnings: Bad Language, allusions to past abuse (Non Con/Dub Con) but nothing explicitly described in this chapter.
Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer.
Consciousness Of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist
The start of Autumn brought a different feel to Boulder, kids were back in schools, the west end of town was bustling with the students returning to the college and it was seminar season. That meant you were busier than usual with presentation reviews from the partners, Power Point slides and much more, on top of your regular work load. After a long talk with Eva, you were asked to give a presentation at a seminar in Denver. She'd suggested you, firstly for the exposure and secondly your experience in journalism and now in public relations and how the two, despite different realms, were interconnected. It took two weeks of prep but you were excited about the chance to boost your profile. What you weren't excited about, was the loneliness you felt when half the firm had been absent Monday morning as nearly all the associates, including Andy, and every partner were already in Denver for the aforementioned seminar.
You missed your morning latte surprise, even if it wasn't a surprise anymore. You appreciated the lunch breaks you took with your girlfriends at work, Amber and Jenn, but you found yourself by day two missing Andy. You knew it was important for Andy to go, a great opportunity for him to network and start seeing more of the legal crowd in the Denver and Boulder areas. But that didn’t stop you feeling the way you felt.
Andy was your friend, a good friend, probably the closest one you had now. He was attractive, very personable and took what you dished out. Andy was, well, Andy was...
Andy was texting you now.
With a smile, you picked up your buzzing phone from your desk.
You grinned as you hit send, watching the three little dots on the screen indicating he was replying.
Even in text, the sarcastic bitterness you felt was evident, but you didn’t care. You knew you could be honest with Andy. You were slightly pissed that the company thought you were important enough to give a presentation but not to enjoy the social, swanky dinner after.
And when Andy’s reply came back, you smiled at the fact he shared your indignation.
After a brief goodbye text, ignoring the spelling mistake he’d made in the previous one, Andy looked around the luncheon table for his boss and senior partner, Ron. He spotted the tall and thin greying man in an expensive suit near a junior associate from a firm they'd sent referrals to, so Andy took the moment to approach him.
"Hey, just the guy I was looking for," Ron smiled at Andy. "Andy, this is Gordon Bay, he's a junior associate at Greene and Briar across town. Gordon, Andy Barber."
"Nice to meet you, Andy," Gordon shook the former ADA's hand.
"Likewise," Andy nodded back. "Ron, can I snag you for a moment?"
"Of course, we were just finishing up." Ron nodded and Gordon excused himself. "What’s up?"
"I was going over the schedule for tomorrow and I noticed Y/N was the afternoon speaker. But I looked at our table set up for dinner tomorrow night and she wasn't listed. So I asked if she was sitting somewhere else because we had a full table, and she said she wasn't invited."
Ron looked genuinely puzzled, "well that's interesting. Typically speakers are already included with dinner, it's part of their package."
"I just figured, I mean she bails us out enough with keeping the press off of our backs, she worked her ass off with the Jones case the other week when that alleged transcript broke, trying to keep it away from the public so our position wasn’t compromised. Surely, she deserves a seat at our table."
"Honestly, there had to have been a mix up. But you're right, Y/N busts ass for us and for Eva down there in PR. I'll call Lydia, see if she can figure something out. Don't worry, Andy, we'll get it sorted out."
"Thanks, Ron. It's just good exposure for our smaller and more important departments to come around, even if it's one rep at a time."
"I don't disagree." Ron nodded, "now, do you have a minute? I wanted to talk to you about the Meyers case going to trial at the end of October. I could use your skills at the table."
You were over the moon when Andy called you to let you know he’d sorted the dinner situation, assuring you that Ron had said there had to be some form of mix up and that you hadn’t been intentionally omitted. That fact alone made you feel a lot more comfortable about going, and when Wednesday morning rolled around, you happily loaded your overnight bag into the cargo area of your Jeep and set off to Denver. It was mid-morning, so the traffic wasn’t too bad, and you arrived calm, collected and ready for your presentation.
Once you’d checked in, you quickly changed into a nice black pantsuit, complete with a white, thick pin-striped shirt and white pointed toe pumps before you made your way down to the conference floor. Andy was, by chance, milling around the area outside the elevator when you emerged and he gave you a huge smile, excusing himself from whoever he was speaking to and came to say hi. The pair of you both grabbed one of the complimentary coffees before you then spotted the organiser and headed off to prepare.
Your presentation went smoothly. You found it easy speaking in public, especially professionally. You knew your job, and you were good at it. It was a front you could hide behind and more than once you spotted Andy who was sat around a table at the back, smiling at you, taking the odd note when you said something he clearly found important. After speaking for half an hour, you then handed out the pre-prepared group exercise you’d done, whereby the room would peel off into smaller groups to discuss what you’d said, and after fifteen minutes you threw the floor open for an interactive discussion which filled the final forty-five minutes of your slot.
To say you were pumped was an understatement, you’d actually enjoyed it. And, given that you were now staying, you decided to reward yourself with an hour or so in the pool and steam room whilst the conference finished before you headed back to your room to change. Andy messaged you to say they would be hanging in the bar until dinner started, so you dressed in a knee length black business dress that was tailored to fit you in all the right places from your bust to your waist, short capped sleeves and above the collarbone neckline a sleek silhouette. You slipped your red painted toes into your black and white snake skinned pumps, then headed down to meet him.
You spotted Andy straight away. His tie was loose around his neck, top button undone in the usual way it was when he was attempting to feel more comfortable. You took a deep breath, before you headed over and he once more greeted you with his usual warmth and ordered you a drink. Whilst you waited, Ron caught your attention, apologising profoundly for the mix up over your lack of invite and you assured him that it was no big deal.
The dinner was great. The food was nice, but not too posh. The wine was free and seemed to be never ending, and you were enjoying the fact that the tables had been set up so that there was a good mix of people from all over to allow networking. You were sat between Andy and a very pleasant woman from another legal firm who worked as a translator. You finished your desert and drank your coffee, listening with rapt attention to one of her tales about a very awkward case involving a Japanese client and the difficulties with offsetting Japanese law to American, when your ears heard something that you really wished you hadn’t.
“Yeah, stabbed at his own book launch…”
You stilled instantly and beside you, you felt Andy stiffen. Taking a breath, you squared your shoulders back a little, and glanced over to table at the short, dark haired man with a pointy nose Andy had introduced you too earlier as Grant Depton. Andy had given you the lowdown on almost everyone on your table, and had basically told you Depton was vying for the District Attorney position in Denver.
As the table fell silent, eyes all falling to you cleared your throat and looked him straight in the eye as he held his hands up.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to say that so loud.”
“It’s okay.” You shook your head, trying to brush it off, even though you felt anything but.
“I just find the case fascinatingly tragic that’s all.”
“Fascinatingly tragic?” You blinked.
“Yeah, I mean, you guys hadn’t been married that long. And then, along comes this random guy and-“
“Okay, that’s enough.” Andy spoke clearly, his hand up as you sat still besides him, your chest feeling painfully tight. You were feeling warm, too, hot even and with a lick of your lips, you stood up.
“Please, excuse me, I need to use the bathroom.”
Andy watched Y/N leave, taking a deep breath before he spun to face the asshole on the opposite side of the table.
“Andy…” Ron warned and Andy shook his head.
“No, Ron, that…” He paused, biting his lip as he composed himself, before he sniffed a little and continued. “You didn’t ask me about my past, Depton, so what makes you think it’s acceptable to dig into hers?”
“I wasn’t digging, I was just…”
“Casual sexism, is that it?” Andy blazed. “She’s a woman so, fair game?”
“Andy…” Ron warned again as Depton shook his head, chuckling a little.
“Chill out, Barber. Her case was interesting that's all.”
“She saw her husband get stabbed to death in front her, interesting isn’t exactly the word I would use.” Andy’s voice was low, threatening almost as he felt himself bubbling with anger. At his words, at least the asshole had the grace to look slightly embarrassed. “Would you like it if someone dredged over something like that if it happened to you?”
Depton remained silent.
“No, didn't think so.” Andy rose from his seat. “So fuck off.”
He grabbed his jacket form the back of his chair and headed out of the room, pulling his phone from his pocket as he half walked and half jogged through the heavy doors of the function room. But he didn’t need to call Y/N. He spotted her gripping the railing of the stairs, just off to the lobby. Andy strode quickly over towards her, laying his hand gently on her back and she startled.
“Hey, it’s okay, it’s only me.” He soothed as she looked up at him, her eyes wide with unshed tears. She was shaking, trembling against his hand, her voice wobbly as she spoke.
"I'm sorry, I..."
“There’s nothing to apologise for.” Andy cut her off. He took a deep breath and looked around, spotting the main doors to the outside. “Come on, let’s get some air.”
He dropped his arm gently round her waist and guided her across the lobby. Outside, the cool September evening air hit them both and he felt Y/N instantly shudder. Moving back slightly, he dropped his jacket around her shoulders, his hands resting on her upper arms as he rubbed them slightly as she continued her struggle for composure.
There was nothing that needed to be said between them. All Andy wanted in that moment was to feel her body move up and down as she inhaled deep breaths to calm what he no doubt knew was a crippling pain in her chest and sick feeling in her stomach. He knew because he felt them too, every time he thought about his past and what had been done to protect everything he ever loved and cared for. What he knew others did for him despite not wanting the help. He'd felt this way in Mexico, a near empty bottle of whatever the hell it was he’d grabbed from the wet-bar cart next to him in the moonlight of his balcony while he quietly sobbed until Laurie found him and he'd confessed what he'd known.
He knew exactly how Y/N was feeling.
“Andy,” she finally spoke, her voice a whisper, “I don’t wanna go back in.”
“Then you don’t hafta.” He assured her gently.
“But Ron, and my bag…”
“I’ll sort it. Why don’t you go wait in the main bar?”
You did as Andy requested of you, heading into the main hotel bar and foregoing any attempt at stepping back into that God awful dinner situation. The nerve and audacity of Depton was to bring up the circumstances surrounding Ransom. And then his accusatory tone and judgment sent your nerves into overdrive. You have no choice but to get out before you melted down into a full blown panic attack.
You sat down at an empty bar stool making sure there was one for Andy next to you, so you regretfully removed his jacket from around your shoulders, his comforting smell seemingly still wrapped around and through your senses.
The bartender approached you and you explained you were waiting for someone to join you before you ordered and with a short nod, he said he'd be back. You inhaled a deep breath as you settled in. Thankfully, you had no time to further dwell on your thoughts as you felt a gentle hand to your shoulder and that soft voice that felt like comforting velvet over your soul.
Andy looked to you as he handed you your bag and you tucked the clutch against your lap.
"Ron said to put the tab on the firm's AMEX, so top shelf it is." He joked, but hinted to a more serious expression.
You gave him a small smile. Truth be told, you were hurt, scared and highly embarrassed at how you didn't just further defend yourself but rather welled up and left in a hurry. "Was he mad?"
Andy scoffed, "No, not all." He flagged down the bartender, "in fact, he made some mention of how that asshole might have lost his chance at the DA's office given his second was at the table." He raised his brown before he turned and ordered your drinks, two top shelf scotches, three fingers, straight. And you were thankful he'd taken over the scene as you weren't sure what was going on.
Both of you had grown quiet, the scene around the bar taking over as you sipped your drink. But somehow, in some way and at some point, you'd guessed between your first and second round, his seat had grown closer to yours, almost as if he were protecting you as bodies from dinner filtered in. Part of you wondered what it looked like to anyone who didn't know the two of you were close friends, but then you thought and you didn't exactly care. You enjoyed the way he seemingly molded himself to your posture, ready to defend you if need be. You didn't miss the fact that his eyes scanned the room for anyone that posed a potential threat, i.e. Depton returning for more.
A man and his wife came to sit next to the two of you and Andy gave up his seat so the man could sit next to his wife and he nodded to Andy in thanks. You watched him as he slipped his suit jacket back on and then leaned in against the bar between you and his former seat, his weight supported against his left elbow and part of his forearm. You liked the lack of space he gave you, not minding the way he would lean in closer as he talked to you and then would lean back to see your face fully. You picked up your second straight scotch and sipped it, exhaling deeply as you looked to him. "Thank you," you said.
"Stop. Don't worry about it, I got you." He tipped the corner of his mouth into a soft smirk.
You nodded a little, "yeah, yeah do."
The two of you shared a little smile, just looking at one another until the bartender interrupted you both for Andy to sign the tab. As he did so, you watched how he moved, with poise and decency. It was how he always was. Confident as fuck with a strong swagger when needed but always with humanity in his eyes. He was compassionate and caring, thankful and kind. He was always polite and never rude, unless he had to be, but even then, as in tonight, it was in defence of you.
“You okay?” He'd asked, noticing you watching him.
“Yeah, sorry, I was just thinking.” You answered vaguely and you were thankful he didn't press any further. In fact, he never did. He took you for your answer and at your will and never expected anything more than what he wanted to know.
"Ready? I can walk you up."
He wasn't suggesting, he was asking in a way that implied he was going to gently insist and you wouldn't deny your friend that request.
"Yeah, sure." You nodded and scooted back in your stool. Andy waited for you to step away from the bar before he placed a gentle hand on the small of your back and walked with you out of the now crowded bar.
The elevator was quiet, the two of you sharing the same ride with a handful more of people until you reached your floor, three above his. As you pulled your keycard from your clutch, clumsily your bag slipped from your hands and fell to the floor at your feet. "Have mercy," you sighed but before you could bend down to grab it, Andy put a hand to your back as if stopping you as he bent down and grabbed the bag for you.
He stood and handed it to you, your fingers brushing as he did so and your stomach erupted in a flurry of butterflies. Something had changed, but maybe not in a bad way. His hand or arms had brushed yours or by you before but now this, this was different. "Thank you," you said lowly as your foot held the door open to your room. "I'll see you back at the office, Monday then, yeah?"
"Uh, yeah. Should be wrapping up here Friday afternoon, maybe we could grab a drink later?"
"Okay," you swallowed back a new found nervousness as you somewhat stepped inside further into your room. "G'night Andy."
Andy looked at you for a moment, almost as if he was going to say something but he didn’t. Instead he took a deep breath. “Goodnight, sleep well.”
Again, you closed the door on him, your back against the heavy piece of wood and sighed anxiously.
Something was definitely different.
You left long before check-out time the next morning, heading back to Boulder and going straight into the office at your normal start time. Thursday and Friday kept you slammed with work you'd missed Wednesday and it felt like playing catch up wouldn't end. Finally, as the clock hit six Friday evening, you were done. You shut down your computer and bailed on whatever was left. You wanted to not even think about work for the weekend. You hadn't heard from Andy since Wednesday night, bar a few messages here and there and when you thought maybe the two of you could grab a drink or something Friday night after work, he hadn't left Denver by the time you'd left the office.
Maybe that was a good thing, a little separation. You found that you were often trying to convince yourself that whatever it was between the two of you was merely a fully bloomed friendship which you'd lacked for quite some time. After Ransom, your old circle had shoved you aside, claiming they couldn't trust you and unfortunately you had accepted that. You had a few girlfriends at the office, ones you went out with a couple times a month but the constant in your life was Andy.
Just the thought of his name made your belly flutter and you missed your turn up 9th to go home. Circling back to the next street, you turned down yours and pulled into your garage.
Andy Barber was calling as you were walking in your back door.
"Hey." You answered.
"Hey so, I'm not even in the car yet back."
You laughed, "Busy week, huh?"
"Clearly. This last seminar went long and Ron wants to do dinner before we head back. I'm sorry, rain check on tonight's drink?"
"Yeah, sure." You replied, trying to make sure your voice wasn’t betraying the disappointment you felt.
"What about breakfast? Patti's?"
"Yeah, sounds good." You nodded as if he were there. "I’m hiking as usual so I’ll call you when I’m done?"
"Uh, yeah, what time do you go?" He asked, sounding a little hurried.
He chuckled on his end, "obviously. How early?"
"Why, you joining me?"
You heard him now laugh, "no. Not after this week. I'd like to soon though."
"Well I’m always open to the company."
"Soon, Angel. Promise. Would 7:30 be a good time?"
You put his call on speaker and looked up your weather app, seeing the time for sunrise. You liked to arrive at your hiking spot just at twilight and watch the sky change.
"Yeah, that should be fine. I'll probably leave here around six." You explained as you mentally noted tomorrow's twilight was around quarter past the hour.
"7:30 at Patti's it is. Night, doll."
"Night old man, make sure you get some rest, you’ve had a long week."
"Hey now...." again he chuckled, that smooth baritone coming through the line.
You looked around your condo, the silence near deafening. Boredom settling with you before you could even slip your heels off.
"I need a cat."
Your alarm sounded at half past five. You stretched as your body woke up and felt the blood flow into your limbs. You had thirty minutes to quickly shower for a wake up and dress to go. Autumn sunrises were becoming a quick favorite in your opinion with the leaves changing and nature getting ready to settled down for the impending months of snow.
The warm water of your shower energized you while you did a quick rinse, your hair tossed up and out of the way. You dressed in your thicker yoga pants, the ones that you'd bought only recently as your regular yoga pants and jeans weren't cutting the cooler mornings anymore. You slipped into a long sleeve thermal, and a heavier hoodie, your hair still tucked up in that bun. Your hiking shoes and trainers were by the back door to the garage so you slipped your phone into your hoodie pocket, grabbed your socks and headed for the door. You weren't taking a longer route this morning having promised breakfast to Andy, so you opted for your well worn and comfortable trainers to do the job.
You grabbed your bag and keys and slipped your sunglasses on top of your head before heading into the garage and popping open the barrel door with the button on the wall.
When the door was half way up, you realized there was a car in your driveway and a familiar pair of ASICS were crossed over their owner’s ankles as they leaned against the jet black car.
Your heart stopped and you couldn't help the grin that slipped over your lips, reaching your eyes.
There was Andy, leaning against his Audi, taking up half your driveway in his trainers, slender joggers over his long legs and a sweatshirt, his arms folded across his broad chest. His Boston Red Sox cap covering his head and his bright blue eyes smiling at you. Two cups of coffee sitting on his hood.
"Well, this is a nice surprise."
He pushed himself off the car and grabbed the drinks, walking toward you. "I made a promise. And the reaction I got, was exactly what I was hoping for."
As he handed you your coffee you were aware you were grinning like an idiot and you cleared your throat, happy that taking a sip of your coffee provided you with an excuse to gather yourself a little.
"So, do you want me to drive or..."
"We'll take the Jeep." You tossed him your keys.
He caught your keys with an easy movement in the hand that wasn’t holding his drink. “You want me to drive your car?”
"Why not, I think you'd like it." You looked at him. "There's a lot of power under there a guy like you might enjoy."
"Oh, so you know what I enjoy?"
"I like to think I do."
At that he blinked a little before he chuckled.
The drive to the lot she parked in at the trails start was only a ten minute shove from her driveway. And, indeed, Andy did like the power, as she’d said, behind the V8 4x4.
He parked per her directions and allowed Y/N to lead the way. Andy was always a step behind her or in step beside her, enjoying the quiet space between them, the soft tones she'd use when she pointed something out, but all together the peace and stillness that surrounded them. She guided him down the path along the creek until they came to a crossing bridge, just overlooking a wide gap in the trees and small rock formations along the path.
As he followed Y/N, Andy had a lot on his mind. He'd given so much of his extra time and head space to thinking about his friendship with her that the more the thought the more he felt differently. And it wasn't in a bad way either. He realized quickly that their dynamic was shifting after the seminar dinner earlier in the week. He'd come to her defence and felt rather heroic about it. When he'd left her at her room door and made his way to his own, it had dawned then they had something that went beyond the normal lines of a simple, platonic friendship.
When they'd first met five months ago, he wasn't looking for random women to take home to satisfy primal needs, nor was he even looking for anything really at all. He was just out after a long day, grabbing a beer. Sure, he'd eyed a woman or two, but they weren't anything worth remembering. And then she appeared, like a beacon on the shore.
Before her and for even for a little while after, all Andy found himself doing was soul searching. What made him begin to feel like there could be more between them, was the night of Jake's birthday. She just had this way of opening that dark space he'd allowed himself to settle in and helped him see things in a different light. Because that’s what she did. She saw the best and found it in every new day, despite whatever she’d been through, and he realised now that he should be doing the same.
He’d been slightly freaked out Thursday morning by the fact he found himself NOT scared by the fact his feelings were growing beyond those of a normal, platonic friendship. But the more he thought about it, the more he realised it was because he felt happier than he had in a long time, and he could no longer deny that was in many respects down to her. His life had become brighter, his burden lighter since she arrived, and Andy Barber didn't believe in coincidences.
Fuck it. This was his chance. And if there was one thing that the last three very messy years of his life had shown him, it was chances are not to be wasted.
He moved with determination, his actions a lot braver than he felt. In three strides he was behind her. He took in a calming breath as she stood, leaning against the safety railing, the rippling creek below.
He leaned into her, his arms brushing over hers as he gently wrapped his hands over hers and pulled her against his chest wrapping their arms around her in a soft but comforting firm embrace. He felt her back hitching against him, even with their sweatshirts on. "It's beautiful." He whispered softly, his voice a tickle in her ear. He rested his chin on her shoulder his beard nuzzling into her neck. She sighed, her head leaning back against his shoulder, her eyes closed.
“You can’t watch the sunrise with your eyes closed, Angel.”
"But I can feel it." She whispered back, a soft, happy smile on her face.
Andy pressed a soft, feather light kiss to her neck and she squirmed a little. He couldn't help the smile that spread against his lips as she hitched her breath.
They stood that way for a bit, the silence between them perfect, the creek their only soundtrack along with the song of birds at dawn. Then, as the sky turned a gorgeous shade of magenta, her head turned sideways to face him. He looked down and those stunning eyes that told a thousand stories locked onto his.
The distance between them closed, slowly, their faces inching together...
...until the peak of his cap collided with the bridge of her nose.
“Fahk.” Andy’s whispered curse flew from his mouth and he screwed his eyes shut, the heat of embarrassment flushing up his neck to his cheeks.
He felt Y/N chuckle and opened his eyes as she reached up and with a finger she tipped his cap up slightly, tilting it out of the way.
His eyes bounced across hers for a second, before he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers, keeping the kiss soft and sweet.
He pulled away first, not sure if he'd done the right thing. She didn't push him away so that was a start. His nose bumped against hers as he drew back and when he opened his eyes he found her smiling at him.
Without a word, because really, what was there to say, she moved her head back and pulled down her shades to shield her eyes against the growing brightness of the sunrise. Andy adjusted his cap, before his arms moved back round her and they stood close, observing the sky as it grew brighter.
When the sun fully emerged over the horizon they turned and made their way back to the car, hands joined, fingers laced together.
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