#andy barber × black!reader

[cevansbrat0007]

What's Eating You, Mr. Barber?

Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to check out Ari Levinson's reaction to the same prompt.

Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Bickering, Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Daddy Kink, Allusions to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

It’s hard for you to put into words just how much you love playing pranks on your unsuspecting husband. And after downloading TikTok, you’d discovered that the app was home to an online treasure trove of practical jokes designed to make your loved one’s head spin. While it had taken a few days for you to settle on the right prank, you were pretty confident that the one you’d chosen would earn you a fun reaction from Andy without you having to risk your ass in the process. 

You find yourself grinning as you take your time prepping dinner, humming a little tune as you peel and press even more fresh garlic for your homemade tomato sauce. Tonight’s family dinner of spaghetti and meatballs promised to be very interesting. Which was why you’d also taken the liberty of setting up two hidden cameras – one in the dining room and one right here in your kitchen. 

As of now, you had no plans to post this on your channel. But you also didn’t want to miss a minute of your man’s reaction. Until then all you had to do was play it cool for a couple more hours.

Later that Evening…

“Baby Girl, are you sure you don’t need any help?” Your husband asks after watching you make what easily had to be your third trip from the kitchen into the dining room. 

Any other night you would’ve said yes, but not this one. Tonight you were flying solo. The cameras were already on and recording – you’d taken care of that before you’d started setting the table – and so far Andy hadn’t noticed a thing.

Hopefully you’d be able to keep it that way until it was time for the big reveal. 

“No thanks, Big Man. This Mama only has to make one more trip and then we’ll be ready to eat.”  You tell him before sitting two plates on the table in front of your two youngest children. You were down a kid tonight thanks to your oldest, Bianca, being away at a sleepover.  

Andy nods before leaning over to adjust the small hand towel you’d previously tucked into the front of your three-year-old son’s t-shirt. Not that it really mattered all that much since you were positive he’d be swimming in sauce before the meal was over. But what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t at least try?

Biting your lip in anticipation, you scamper back into the kitchen to grab dinner for you and your husband. Andy’s plate was piled high with a generous serving of spaghetti and meatballs. Meanwhile, you give yourself hardly any. 

And therein was the so-called prank. Earlier this week, you’d spent the better part of several hours gleefully watching as dozens of girlfriends and wives proceeded to serve their man impressive looking portions before sitting next to them with virtually empty plates for themselves. Many of the reactions had ranged from hilarious to heartwarming, with only a few dickish exceptions. 

Glancing over your shoulder to ensure you weren’t being watched, you pick up various pans and quietly place them in your oven and out of sight. For this to actually work, Andy would have to believe that there wasn’t enough for seconds or leftovers. Once that’s done, you square your shoulders and confidently march back into the dining room with dishes in hand. 

“I’m back.” You announce, placing a piping hot plate in front of Andy before taking your own seat at the table. “I tried something different with my sauce this time, so everybody dig in and tell me what you think.” 

Andy absentmindedly rubs his palms together as he stares down at the fragrant heap of spaghetti before him. Silently, you will him to look over at what you’d served yourself, but you force yourself to remain quiet so as not to give yourself away. 

“This smells amazing, sweetheart.” Your husband tells you, reaching for a piece of garlic bread. “I’ve been excited for this meal since you told me you texted me at 10:00am.”

“Glad to hear it, Daddy” You pick up the little bowl of parmesan you’d set out and hand it to your middle daughter, Katrina. “What does everybody else think?”

You take a brief glance around the table while you wait for feedback. And although you make a point of not looking at your husband, it’s impossible to miss the way he’s now staring at your nearly empty plate.

“Ooh.” You inwardly squeal, stopping just short of clapping your hands. “It’s starting!” 

“What’s up with this?” His tone is rife with confusion, which only grows when you decide to ignore him in favor of dipping a small piece of bread into some sauce. “Hey – stop!”

“What?” When you finally deign to return his gaze. You have to choke back a laugh as you watch a bewildered Andy comically gesture between your two plates.

“What the fu–fudge,” he swiftly corrects, “is going on with your plate?”

“What do you mean?” You aim to keep your tone light and breezy.

Your husband lets out a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the rest of your food?” He jabs at your plate with his fork, holding up the half of a meatball you’d allowed yourself.

“This was all that was left.” You tell him with a shrug.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His confusion continues to mount even as pauses long enough to grab a napkin to wipe at his son’s increasingly messy fingers. “There was plenty of spaghetti left on the stove.” While he’s occupied you quickly check on little Rory, who appears to be faring slightly better.

“Not really.” 

“Baby…” Andy pins you with a knowing look, one that you readily return.

“What? I…” You trail off, pretending to think. “After I realized BiBi wouldn’t be here tonight, I made some adjustments to the recipe. Turns out I didn’t make enough, so…” Another shrug. “This was all there was after I made everyone else’s plates.” 

Andy is uncharacteristically quiet as leans back in his chair. Meanwhile, your children are busy staring at you, each of them sporting tiny, furrowed brows. Pursing your lips, you set your fork down on your plate and reach for your drink. 

“You can have some of mine, Mama.” KitCat offers before sweetly pushing her plate towards you. The unexpected gesture touches your heart in more ways than one. Not to be outdone, your three-year-old twins also follow suit. 

“That’s okay, babies. I’m perfectly fine.” You reassure them, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Besides, this is all I need and –”

“Thanks kiddos.” Your husband kindly interrupts as he places his napkin on the table. “That was very sweet of you, wanting to take care of your Mama like that.” His brilliant blue eyes beam with pride as he speaks. “But Daddy’s got this one.” 

You’re momentarily taken aback when he stands, picking up his plate as he does. And you’re even more surprised when he motions for you to do the same.

“Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”

“Andrew, sweetheart, it’s okay. I promise.”

“Now, please.” It’s an order, that much you know. But at least your handsome ogre has enough sense to take on the word “please” at the end of it.      

“Fine.” You huff before standing and following him out of the room, although not before encouraging your children to keep eating while you’re gone. Just because it was Friday doesn’t mean it was time to dispense their normal bedtime routines.

You were only playing a prank, not embracing total anarchy. 

Once in the kitchen, you each take up residence in opposing corners. But of course, you’re careful enough to avoid blocking the view of the camera. 

“Baby Girl.” Andy exhales, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you really mean to tell me that there’s no food left? You really made all that pasta and there’s nothing?”

“Yes, Andrew.” You lie without missing a beat. “I already told you. I trimmed down the recipe because –”

“Because Bianca is gone. Yes, I heard you.” He sets his dish down on the counter, openly scrutinizing it. 

“So then what’s the problem?” You rest your back against your pantry while you wait for him to respond. 

“The problem – my problem –” Andy is quick to amend, shaking his head. “– is that you expect me to sit back and watch you starve while everyone else eats. And I don’t like it.” He scrubs a weary hand over his beard. “Hand me your plate, beautiful.”

“Why?” It’s impossible to keep the suspicion out of your voice. 

“Because I don’t need all of this.” He grunts, taking the plate out of your hands when you don’t comply fast enough. “In fact, I don’t need any of it. You eat and I’ll order myself a pizza after we put the kids down.”

“Andy!” You scoff, which comes out on the heels of a laugh. 

“What?” The man is clearly confused by your dismissal of his offer. “I am capable of handling myself, okay? My hands work just fine.” He grates out, making a show of holding up a large, lightly calloused palm.

“But I…I made that plate for you.” You were seconds away from caving and you both knew it. 

“And I’m telling you, my wonderful wife, that I want you to have it.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to –” You begin, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was time to fess up.

“Fine.” Andy breathes, taking a second to roll his broad shoulders. “Then we’ll split it.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you into his warm embrace so that he can whisper in your ear. “And then, after we put the kids down, we’ll order ourselves a pizza. Maybe open up a bottle of wine while we wait.”

“Yeah?” You murmur, relaxing as you bury your face in his chest. 

God, he always smelled so good.  

“Mhm.” He continues, nuzzling his nose against your curls. “And then, once we’re all giggly and buzzed, I’ll convince you to let me make love to you in front of the fireplace. We can even set up a booby trap so that we pretend like the children don’t exist.”

“Wow.” You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles its way past your lps. “Andy Bear, that sounds amazing. But I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Why the fuck not?” He rumbles as his brawny arms tighten around your smaller frame. You were pushing your District Attorney beyond his breaking point.

“Because.” Squirming out of his hold, you dance your way towards the oven in preparation for the big reveal. Hopefully your husband would be a good sport about all of this.

“Because?” 

“Because…” You draw out the word, even as you go to open the oven to show him what’s inside. “There’s actually plenty of dinner leftover. See?” You throw your arms wide, but force yourself to stop just short of adding spirit fingers because you suspected he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Baby, I swear…” Andy sighs, his hands slowly sinking into the pockets of his charcoal-colored slacks as he rocks back on his heels. Most likely to keep himself from strangling you, his lovely wife. “Why–what would possess you to lie about something like this?”

“First off, sweetheart, it’s called a prank.” You bridge the gap between your bodies so that you can wrap your arms around his trim waist. “And secondly, I saw it on TikTok. Ever heard of it?” 

He glares down at you, which has you instinctively clenching your thighs together. That’s part of the reason you loved riling up your Big Man.

Being a brat got your motor running. 

“I take it you have.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss away his frown. “Well, I fell down the rabbit hole the other day while the kids were napping. There’s this whole, like, subsection that’s just pranks. And the latest one involved these women pranking their guys by serving them a huge plate of food, and then pretending like there’s nothing left for them to eat. The reactions were super entertaining, so I figured I’d test it out, you know? Just for fun.”

You grace him with your most dazzling smile, but unfortunately, he’s still having none of it. His frown only deepens as he tilts his face up towards the ceiling in an effort to summon all of his remaining patience. 

“Are you mad?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip while you wait for his answer.

“Yep.”

“C’mon, Andy Bear!” You pout before placing your hands on his biceps to give him a light shake.”Where’s your sense of humor?”

“Pretty sure I lost it the day you decided torturing me was your new favorite pastime.” He grumbles, although there doesn’t appear to be any heat in his words. “In fact, I have a feeling you just gave me several new grays.”

“Oh, don’t you dare blame me for those.” You tell him, playfully rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know that you came home with those. I spotted ‘em the moment you walked through the door.” Your sassy response earns you a sharp crack to your ass, making you wince.

“Ow!” 

“Brat.” He grouses, even as he presses a sweet kiss to your nose. 

“Guilty as charged.” You hum, weaving your arms around his neck. “Besides, I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me starve.”

“Not sure it’s even possible to fail that challenge, Baby Girl. I mean, you’re my wife. My partner in crime. Did you really expect me to just let you go hungry?”

“You’d be surprised.” You mutter, making a mental note to show him a few videos featuring some of the men who’d actually failed the test. “But thankfully you didn’t. And neither did the kiddos. Which is why I will graciously allow you all to sleep inside tonight.”

You let out a tiny yelp when Andy suddenly grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing hard as he lifts you up. Unsure of what else to do, you immediately lock your legs around his waist. Right now you were just going along for the ride.  

“Now is that any way to talk to Daddy?” Andy lovingly captures your mouth, lightly stroking his along the seam of your lips. “Especially after you played such a mean trick?” His once clouded blue eyes are now filled with mischief. 

“Oh, I’m not sorry. But if it helps, I am willing to delete the video.” Your husband’s eyes go wide, letting you know that he hadn’t even considered the prospect of being recorded. So you keep talking, hoping to distract him. “And I still wanna get you drunk and take advantage of you after we put the children down for the night.” You run your fingers through his neatly coiffed hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nail.

“I don’t know if I should trust you.” He eyes you warily, making clear that he still hasn’t quite recovered from your earlier betrayal. 

“What if…” You lean in close, lightly nipping at his earlobe. “I could find it in my heart to apologize between then and now? How does that sound, Big Man?”

“I mean I might be interested.” Andy shrugs, gently setting you on the counter before bracing his muscled arms on either side of you. “Out of curiosity, just what kind of apology are we talking about?” He gazes at you with lust-filled eyes, eagerly anticipating your response.

“The kind that’s best offered while on my knees, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of thigh highs and garters.” You know you’ve got him when you hear him groan low in his throat.  

“Fucky, baby.” Your husband hisses, burying his face in the valley between your breasts as his imagination suddenly kicks into overdrive. “Can you be sorry enough to wear the heels too? You know the ones I’m talking about.”

Oh. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about.

“I think so.” You murmur, stroking a tender hand along his back as he struggles to regain his composure.   

“Then we’ve got ourselves a deal.” He grips your hips before kindly helping you down. “Now let’s go get those kids fed and off to bed.” Andy grabs your hand, tugging you behind him as you head back to the dining room to see about your babies. 

“Slow down, Andrew.” You laugh as your legs scramble to keep up. 

“No can do, Baby Girl.” He grunts, picking up his pace. “Daddy’s really looking forward to that apology. So be sure to eat up because…” He trails off when he comes face-to-face with his sauce covered little ones. “...You’re gonna need all of your strength.”

“You can count on it.”

END

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[enretrogue]

Me reading fanfics about characters in shows/movies I don’t plan on watching anytime soon:

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[sstan-hoe]

𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒔

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriends dad!andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂���𝒚 — Andy and you fuck and almost get caught

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, slight breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex (well readers on the pill), you fucking use protection in real life

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — please I hate this, I wanted to make a hot boyfriends dad!Andy fic where i cab make more parts and add characters and they have a gangbang and now look what came the fuck out. like, reblog and comment if you like!

A hand was clamped over your mouth to keep your moans from escaping as his hips thrusted inside you. Moving your body and causing that desk under you to shake.

Light creaks could be heard from the maple wood. The sound made you feel anxious that your boyfriend could hear the sins you did with his father. As if Andy could feel what went through your body his hand let go of your mouth and grazed your cheek.

"shh darling, don't worry he won't hear a thing. He's too busy playing that video game," his words were meant to smooth you.

However, knowing how Jake played his video game. First it all went normal, then he shouted into the headset, then got angry and then threw the headset on the ground.

In one of the last moments he could hear you.

"Andy what if he's searching for me after ending the game? What if he lost, got angry, stopped and put the headset away?"

"Darling I'm balls deep in you and while I enjoy the thought of getting caught, I'd appreciate if you stop talking about my son." your cheeks heated up and you were about to apologise when Andy thrusted full force inside you.

A high pitched moan flied your mouth, but in the last second Andy stuffed his fingers into your mouth.

"Just can't keep quite can you little girl?" Andy murmured against your ear. He loved the noises you made but it was dangerous when his son was in the house.

His hand pressed sharp circles on your clit. You could burning pleasure flood the pit of your lower stomache.

Andy felt you tighten your walls around his cock, he retrieved his fingers from your mouth. "you're gonna cum baby? Cum for your daddy like he asked you."

The wave of pleasure consumed you, stars forming in front of your eyes. Andy always had a way with words.

"Now, baby...mouth or pussy?" Andy asked as he slowed his movements, "pussy please...." With a smirk Andy picked up his movements. Knowing it was wrong to get off on the thought of seeing your round and swollen with his baby he couldn't help himself.

With a held back grunt Andy released his white seed inside you. "going to look so beautiful round and swollen with my baby."

"Yes, please fuck a baby into me daddy." You were going to kill him someday with this filthy mouth.

Andy came to a stop, his hands rested on either side next to your head. Supporting his weight above you, his lips capturing yours in bruising kiss. Your hands cradled his face keeping him close. His tongue darted between your lips, your tongues fought over dominance. You knew Andy would always win, he made you weak in so many ways.

A knock interrupted the intimate moment followed by Jake's voice cutting through. "Dad? Have you seen y/n, she said she would go to the kitchen but I checked there and she wasn't in."

You let go of Andy, eyes growing wide. The feeling of pleasure left and was replaced with panic.

"She went out to buy a few grocery, should be back soon!" Jake accepted Andy’s answer and went back to his video game.

Andy turned his face to you, instantly he wrapped his arms around you to help you calm down. "He almost caught us! Oh my god, how can you be so calm Andy?" You went to get of the desk but realised Andy’s dick was still in your cunt.

Without hesitation he pulled out knowing it would be better and help calming your nerves.

"Hey, hey its okay. Jake thinks you're not here...we're gonna take a bath now and then I will make up a lie about going to a friend while we're actually getting groceries!"

You looked at him, asking yourself if he was serious. This could have all been avoided. Yes you shouldn't have gotten involved with your boyfriend's dad but that man was sex on legs.

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[littlemelaninfics]

Boston Cream Pie

an: this is fucking appalling. i’m quite proud of it :) . CHRIS WON THE LAST POLL 🎉 and again, the pair are in their late teens 18+

"A WHAT?!"

"A dirty cunt. That's what I call it."

"Fucking WHY?"

"Think about it, Y/n," he dives on the bed and takes my hand. His large palms close mine into a soft fist, "say this is your pussy, right?"

He starts to lick the makeshift pussy and I instinctively pull my hand away.

"Ugh! What are you doing?" I asked inspecting my hand.

"Y/n, this wouldn't be realistic if the pussy wasn't wet. That's fucked up. C'mon." I look him in his eyes before slowly giving my hand back to him. He continues to plunge his tongue before pulling away. He looked at me and smirked before letting spit leak into my hand. My jaw drops and he smiles. He turns my hand to me and I see the white substance leaking out of the hole in my fist.

"See, that's a dirty cunt." He turns my hand back and starts smearing around what has seeped out. He collects it and pushed it into my palm. I just sit there and watch him in awe.

He takes a second and then laps up his mess from my hand and I pull away again,

"Oh, Chris! Ew!" He leaned back and laughed dramatically.

"What do you mean ew? That's one of the most personal things you can do with your partner."

"That and anal."

"Nah. I think anal is a little more mainstream these days. Now, eating your own cum out of a pussy? Not a lot of people do that."

"So, basically you have a breeding kink?”

He shrugged, "I mean I guess playing with the thought of my girl carrying around my kid makes me hard. Plus, seeing a pussy drip with my cum makes me-" he let out a dramatic growl while leaning his head back and rolling is blue eyes.

"So wait, you want to be a dad?"

"Not necessarily right now, but I do like pushing those boundaries."

I chuckle at him and we just looked at each other for a moment before Tara popped in and we all hung out for a few hours.

That night in bed, all I could think about was what happened at Chris’. I looked at my hand and I could still feel his tongue. The way he swirled it around as if he were going in small circles with his cock. My other hand made its way to my throbbing clit and started rubbing. The memory of his pointed tongue going in and out, making sure to hit every wall created by my palm.

I insert two fingers and pump them in and out. I reach as far as I can and feel that spongy organ. I press it against until I'm moaning his name.

"Fuck," I sigh and bury my face in my pillow.

The next day, I got a note in my locker from Chris asking me to come over and I take a while to shoot one back, but agree to go. I've haven't had this feeling about him for long, but after last night he's all I want. I knock on his bedroom door and he answers. I take him in until I realize I'm staring. He saunters over to his bed and lays down. I stop at the threshold, feeling a little weird that I masturbated to my best friend last night.

He sparks up a joint and takes a couple of hits before offering it to me. I walk over to him and grab it and take a seat at the foot of his bed. I take my hits before turning back to him. We do this two more times before the high really sets in. When I turn back to grab it a third, I make sure to brush his fingers with mine. This catches his attention. I put the joint out on the nightstand and go to lay down with him. He looks confused at first, but then gets comfortable. He meets me half way when I grab his face in one hand and lean in to kiss him.

His lips are soft, but sticky from the weed. I push him back and he pulls me on top of him. We stay like this for a short time until he's taking off my shirt. He kisses up my torso before reconnecting our lips. I take off his shirt and he flips us over. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts kissing and biting. I can't help but let out soft moans,

"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered. I moaned again and tried to pry him out of the confined restraints of his pants. He sits up and unbuttons them before pulling them and his boxers off. He unclasps my bra and then removes my pants as well. He starts to move down, but I pull him back up,

"I'm already wet enough. Just please." He kisses me deeply and flips me onto my stomach. I see him reach for something in his nightstand and I stop him,

"No."

"No?"

I turn back and look at him, "I want to be your dirty cunt." He lets out a noise I've never heard before, lining himself up at my entrance. He teases my opening by rubbing himself against it and only pushing hard enough to apply pressure.

"Chris please," I whined.

He pushes his cock deep in me and starts to snap his farmer tanned hips. With no time to adjust, my pussy spasms around him trying to get used to his size. This causes his rhythm to sputter with wild jerks, lurching his bed and its frame into the wall.

“You can’t say shit like that, baby,” his hands bruisingly digging into the skin on my hips. Having a bestial grasp on me physically and mentally.

“Fuck, fuck fuck. Goddamn it,” he chokes out, cheeks already filled with blush and jaw more prominent with how tightly it’s clenched.

“The way your tight pussy is squeezing me. I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days. There’s no doubt you’ll be swollen with my seed.”

“Fuck! Please claim me. Make my pussy yours."

He turned me back over to look deep into my eyes. "You look so beautiful like this. Ready and begging to take my cum. Nothing but a cum whore for me. My own personal cum dumpster, hmm? Does that sound good?"

I had no energy to speak. All I could do was clamp around him even harder and pull him closer into me. All I was feeling was blinding white heat when he reached a spot deep within me.

"Fuck, I'm cumming! Please. OH!" I let out a moan and he pressed deep into my hips.

He pounded into me heavily even after I already came, making me squeal at the sensitivity of it all. I dug my nails deep into his tensed shoulder blades making sure he didn’t go anywhere. I let out another loud moan when I felt him shoot long, hot streams deep within me. So deep I'm sure it would still be leaking out of me by the next day.

“Hold it.” Is the first thing he says when he finishes emptying himself. We both come down from it, making me clench weakly around him again. “Like a fucking glove, baby."

He finally pulls out and leans down. He spreads my glistening lips apart, vulgarly displaying my inner most parts as his elixir leaks out of me. His mind goes wild at the thought of how much of him is still left inside of me, muddying my womb. He was fixated on marking every inch of me. Inside and out.

I feel his tongue dip inside of me to collect some of what he left behind. He climbs back up my body before kissing me and depositing it into my mouth. I moan and arch my back off the bed while swallowing what he gave me.

He presses his forehead to mine and sighs,

"You have no idea what you've done."

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[lovebittenbyevans]

The Wrong Sister | Prologue

Summary: You and your sister Jasmine don’t always see eye to eye. When she starts to bring her husband Andy Barber around more, you kept a distance from him until things began to change between you two.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: slight slow burn, cursed words

Author note: I missed writing this series. This series will be a short series and different. Enjoy reading!

Prologue

One missed call from Andy Barber (brother-in law)

You grabbed your phone after you put on your my hero academia t-shirt. You heard your phone buzzing again in your hand as you finally checked to see who kept hitting you up like this.

Andy Barber: I’m outside! Open the door, please

You reread his text message one more time like it was a joke or not. You placed your phone on the nightstand and walked out of your bedroom. You didn’t expect to see him anytime soon since your sister made plans for them tonight.

When you opened the door of your apartment, you saw Andy standing there in the pouring rain holding a duffel bag. “Hi.”

“Hey, can I stay here tonight?” He asked you.

You quickly moved to the side of the door to let him in. “Uh, you and my sister got into it again?” He walked inside taking his shoes off as you closed the door.

He sighed. “Um, kind of.”

You honestly were not expecting to see him tonight most of all. Your heart began to pick up fast as you walked past him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”

It has been a long time since you had anyone staying with you. You can’t even remember the last time you had a guy stay over at your place.

Andy has been to your apartment more than once but only when your family wanted to have parties or get together at someone's house. You needed your heart to calm the fuck down right about now.

You led him to the guest room and opened the door. “Let me know if you need anything.” You thank god you were able to get rid of the yellow wallpaper and paint the guest room wall a nice light green color.

He clears his throat and walks past you inside the guest room. “Just water.” You nod and head directly to the kitchen.

You filled an empty glass cup with water and made your way back to the guest room. A skull mixed with a lion tattoo on his back caught your attention as you were about to hand him the cup with water.

Shit!

“Here you go.” You said making sure you spoke clearly.

Andy turned around with a smile and took the cup from you. “Thanks.”

You nod. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.” You were about to walk out the door when he called out to you. “Y/N.”

“Yes?” You responded while glancing at him.

Sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. There was something about Andy that had your heart racing fast and you can not see yourself being around him for long especially when Jasmine always tried to be in you two conversations.

His blue eyes locked with yours. “Why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been calling you and texting you for the past week.”

And there it is…..fuck!

For the past week you have not been answering his calls and text messages. He was not stupid. A part of him missed hearing your voice. He wanted to make sure his sister in law was doing okay.

“Uh.” You paused for a second. “What did my sister and you argue about this time?” You tried to change the subject.

You would be lying to yourself that he shouldn’t be on your mind. He was your brother in law for god sake. Your heart shouldn’t be beating fast for a married man. You should not feel butterflies in your stomach.

“Y/N.” He studied you as he tapped the spot on the bed next to him. He missed having real honest conversations with you. He missed seeing you as well.

You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed leaving space between you two. “Did Jasmine say something to you? I know we follow her rules.” He continues to talk.

You rolled your eyes and scoffs. Your sister and her stupid rules she always made up every time she dates or married someone which you have to follow regardless.

“No.” You shake your head.

Confusion showed on his face. “Is it about that day what happened between–” You cut him off immediately. “No, No, No.”

There you go lying again

Andy brows raise. “Y/N, Don’t do that.” He can tell when you aren’t telling him the truth. You were sometimes easy to read.

“Andy.” You said quietly.

That day should have never happened but it did. He reaches toward you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s ok.”

You didn’t realize how close he was to you. You were pretty sure he could hear the way your heart was pounding.

Exhaling a shaky breath, he leans in close, nose brushing and whispers against your lips. “I want you to have me.” You move your head away before he could kiss you.

“Time to get some sleep.” You got up from the bed and let out a yawn. “Goodnight, Andy.” He was almost hard to resist but you was not going to give in. You walked out the door feeling butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks flustered.

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[stargirlfics]

CHRIS EVANS + CHARACTERS BLURB LIST

18+ WARNING! smut, fluff, hurt/comfort

read from my cevans and characters fanfics here

updated: 8/19

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Under Moonlight: Werewolf!Chris Evans blurb

Sloppy blowjob sesh

Chris + overstimulation

Chris gets handsy with you after a couple beers + voice kink

Pushing it in real slow ;)

Big Mean Daddy!Chris blurbs (daddy kink warning)

Daddy!Chris x Little!Reader blurbs (ddlg warning)

DBF!Chris vs BFD!Chris thots

STEVE ROGERS

Pacifier Blues: Daddy!Steve helps you find your missing paci! (ddlg warning)

Give In: Nomad Steve gets you to fall into littlespace when you’re fighting it (ddlg warning)

ANDY BARBER

Hearing Andy yell and being turned on by it

Pain kink smut

Andy fucking you while you look down at where your bodies are connected

What it’s like when Andy is the one watching

Special Treatment: Andy treats you to nice things on your birthday

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[ramp-it-up]

PUPPY LOVE

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Word Count:  1.5 K

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.

A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista​ 💕

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You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.

But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.

By the end of the day, however, you were in a different mood.

You answered the door in your pink ruffled apron, the red heels, your red heart necklace…and nothing else.

Andy stepped inside and you took his briefcase and handed him a drink.

His eyes swept over you, from your nipples through the sheer material, down your torso to the patch of hair above your pubis.

Andy squinted to see that the normal triangle was shaved into a heart shape.

He was rock hard, and all in the span of 30 seconds. He took a drink.

“Hello, Princess.”

Since you’d taken him back, you’d gone from Muffin to Princess. Andy treated you like royalty now.

Except for this morning.

“Hello Drew.”

You moved close and kissed him on the cheek. The sight of you and now your scent was heady stuff, and Andy closed his eyes as he inhaled when you came near. He wasn’t ready to lose control yet.

“How was your day?”

You murmured up at him and your gloss bombed lips mesmerized him. He thought back to the morning and he pulsed in his pants.

Only you.

Andy sighed.

“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you, in that outfit. Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”

You stepped back and turned around slowly, the back was even better than the front, the heels made your calves pop and that ass was moisturized and ready for his lips. The ties to the apron hung between your cheeks and Andy took a shaky breath. His eyes traced up your spine to your shoulder blades and neck, to your profile as you stood demurely with your eyes cast down, your chin parallel to your shoulder.

For a second, Andy thought he was going to faint. Damn, you were fine. And Andy was a full on simp for you.

Andy waited a beat so that the vision of him grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the couch would subside. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing it.

He saw the little shiver that created and he smiled, his lips lingering on your skin.

Yes. This was better than just fucking you right now. He wanted to savor this as long as he could. Which wouldn’t be long.

“H-happy Valentines Day Drew. Dinner is ready. Take off your coat.”

Andy thrilled at your reaction, worrying all day that you would change your mind about coming back to him.

He was quietly giddy.

You turned around and reached up, but Andy’s hands on your waist prevented you from taking his jacket off. You craved this man in shirtsleeves and his shoulders made you want to lay down on the floor and hold your legs behind your head, but you just swallowed and looked up into his cerulean blues. You felt his eyes on your breasts and saw his tongue peek out onto his lips.

Damn. You needed him, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first.

You stared each other down until he let you go and took his jacket off. You took it from him and Andy watched as you walked over to the hall closet to hang it up.

He also watched as the hanger dropped to the floor and you bent over, legs straight, ass presented as you retrieved it.

You heard his stifled moan and turned around just in time to see him trying to smooth down the impressive bugle in his pants. You wanted the feel of the smooth skin of his cock on your lips, but you said nothing.

You walked to the kitchen, telling him what was for dinner over your shoulder.

Andy downed the rest of his drink, took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.

You were at the sink, washing the spinach for a salad when you saw his bare forearms. You stared and dropped the knife as he approached you.

You looked up to the pure lust on his face as he got nearer. Everything on your body was anticipating this moment, your nipples rock hard and aching, your stomach flipping, your pussy weeping rivulets down your thighs.

Andy stood still as he waited for you to say the word.

Any word would do.

“Drew, I…”

Andy was on you like a flash, lifting you up after swiping the other salad ingredients into the sink.

His fingers dug into your sides as he slotted his slim hips between your legs.

“You don’t understand what you do to me…”

Andy gritted it out between kisses and nips on your neck and cleavage as he hurriedly untied the apron and tore it from between you. He grabbed both nipples and pinched them until you keened into his mouth which was now on yours.

“D’you feel it? That beautiful pain? S’how I feel whenever I see you. Need to be inside you…”

You nodded, head thrown back now as two of Andy’s fingers and his thumb were fucking you open as his other hand undid his pants and stroked his cock.

“Please please please please…”

You held onto his shoulders and begged him until he lined up and pushed inside you. It hurt so good.

“Ow… Andrew…. Fuck that feels so good.”

You whispered and throbbed with him as his cock immediately started pumping on its own as he felt the warm tight inside of you.

“Shit.”

Andy had to move, to chase this high, and to make you cum soon because he was more than halfway gone.

“Princess, Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry about earlier. I love you, I love you… holy shit.”

“I’m sorry too, Drew. I was a brat.”

“You’re my fucking brat…”

Andy pulled your ass off the counter and into his hands as he laid you down on the cold white marble. He watched your glazed eyes as he pounded you and had to open his mouth to breathe as you grabbed your bouncing breasts. You looked like heaven served up to him.

“Yessss. Circle your clit, Princess. Need you to cum so bad. You’re squeezing me so tight.”

You did as you were told and as he watched your pink tipped fingernails, and he saw the cream around his cock, his balls released all the stored up energy from the day.

“Hold on, Fuckkkkkkk.”

Andy started pounding you and the wet slapping sound reverberated off the walls.

You relished his cum face all screwed up and concentrating on giving you all that good good.

“Yes, Drew, give me all your cum, Daddy.”

Andy groaned as he spurted his spend into you. Then, he pulled out and deposited some onto the fur heart between your legs. Before you got a chance to breathe, he got down on his knees and ate it off until you came again, screaming and grabbing his hair in your chef’s kitchen.

You were dizzy as you stood up, still in the heels, and starting to look at the mess you’d made in the kitchen.

“No. Don’t worry about it,” Drew was behind you and kissing your neck. “Go get in the shower, I will clean up down here.”

You smiled at his deep voice in your ear.

“Yes, Daddy.”

Andy smiled at your hoarse voice and watched you as you climbed the stairs. He winked as you looked back at him and sprang into action.

30 minutes later, you came back down in your pink velour pjs and saw that Drew was dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweats, the kitchen was clean, and the salad was made. He’d also pulled the roast out of the oven.

He pulled out a chair for you.

“Madame.”

You smiled as his eyes twinkled at you.

You sat down to a lovely dinner and wine with laughter and good conversation. Afterwards, you sat down on the couch to watch your favorite romcom as Andy cleaned up. Then he walked toward the garage door.

“Have to let you know about the other woman, Princess.”

You were confused until you heard the whine and sat straight up to see an adorable puppy licking your man.

That bitch.

“Oh! She’s so cuteeee!”

You ran over to Andy and took her from him, and she started kissing you too. You were thrilled that Andy relented from his stance that morning.

“I promise that I will get up and walk her every morning, Drew.”

Andy shook his head, not believing you, but not caring anymore because seeing you happy was worth early mornings in the Boston cold.

“Sure, Princess. Let’s get her gear, her crate and her care things are in the garage. She has an appointment to get spayed next week.”

“Oh I love you Drew!”

“Love you too, Princess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Um...what about divorce! andy barber x his new fiance going to beach with hardcore smut! =^-^=

Beach Day

"Fuuuck, I needed this, y/n, you were right! The weather's perfect today and the water feels so damn good. I can't believe we're the only ones here!" I tell her loudly as I take off my neon green goggles, exit the water, and head to our shared spot in the sand.

I run a hand threw my drenched brunnette tips, gazing at your curvy figure becoming more distinct as I get closer to her. The light breeze wraps around me, making me shiver as water drips off my body in heavy rivulets. Turning to the spectacularly clear ocean water, its impossible not to admire the crashing waves. Sand grains clump between my toes as I walk backwards towards the love of my life, stopping a foot in front of the extra XL towel with her and all of our belongings on it.

"You gotta come out into the water with me, babygirl. I know for a fact you'd enjoy it. Feels so good and the views amazing. There's all kinds of sea life in there to see, honey. Blew my mind!" I say, turning to get a view of my gorgeous girl laid out on her striped beach chair.

She looks up at me from her book through her Chanel sunglasses as I study how fuckin pretty y/n is, even with her cute little round nose scrunched up in distaste. Gripping her sunset colored towel in the front to keep it shut tight, she leans over to set her book down and pick up a water bottle.

"I don't think so, Andy. This how I enjoy the beach. Especially right after a hair appointment. Do your thang tho." She tells me while flickin her long y/h/c hair off her shoulders, voice full of attitude.

"Oh is that how it is?" I ask her feisty ass with a raised brow.

"Yeah, damn right that's how it is. Think cause ya ass fine you gone get me to do any and everything." She grumbles at me, taking a swig of water.

Walking up to her, I gently grab the water from her slender fingers and take a quick drink before setting it down next to the chair. I lean down over her to speak near her ear.

"It's not really that hard to get you to do what I want, is it pretty girl?" I ask her softly, skimming my nose down her neck.

She smells so fuckin good, just like the gardenia perfume I told her was my favorite on her. That, mixed with her shea butter lotion, got me damn near drooling so I take a stronger whiff into her smooth chocolate skin.

"You callin me easy, boy?" Her tone missing all the bite it just held.

Her question makes me chuckle but I don't answer with words. Choosing instead to respond by kissing her neck softly, groaning at the way her body immediately responds to me.

Y/n becomes pliant, her head tilting to offer me space to do more. Her small, quiet gasps let me know all that earlier attitude is for show; I know I have my future little wife wrapped around my finger. Thoughts of my submissive woman have me grippin the arms of her chair tight and my dick chubbin up in the bright yellow swim trunks she picked out for me. Fuck, it never takes much for this woman to make me hard as a rock.

She doesn't notice though, her head back and eyes shut tight. Her perfect white teeth start to lightly gnaw on her plump bottom lip as I graduate to adding soft licks in-between my kisses to her delicate skin. That seems to register though, and her hushed noises switch to lusty whimpers and pants.

Those sounds are always music to my ears; love hearing and watching her bask in the way my touch makes her feel. She's so damn vocal, so sensitive to my ministrations.

I pull away reluctantly, standing to my full height to observe my woman. I'm delighted to see my girl staring back up at me with a heaving chest, open mouth and clenching thighs. I pull her sunglasses off and set them by our water bottle.

"Stand up. Towel off." I order abruptly, holding my hand out to her.

"But.. But Andy, I-"

I don't give her a chance to finish as I quickly reach for the hair at her nape with damp fingers and snatching her head back firmly. The silence that follows y/n's surprised gasp satisfies me as I repeat my words and wait for her response. Her quick nodd prompts me to release her and step back, raising my hand again.

She stands at a snail pace, but her cute skittle manicured hands are already untucking the towel and dropping it into my palm. Anxious y/e/c eyes stare at the sand as I asses her fit. The bathing suit wrappin around those luscious curves, MY curves, seductively is NOT the same one momma had laid out on the bed this morning. The sight of my masterpiece in this scrap of cloth has me forgettin where the fuck we are as I grab my cock through my shorts and squeeze.

"You changed your mind.." Is all I can say while leering at every inch of her.

"I ordered it a few years ago, but I could never find the courage to wear it." Y/n confesses, her eyes stuck on her toes digging into the sand.

"What changed?" I ask her curiously, lifting her chin with my index finger.

"You." She answers simply, beautiful eyes finally meeting mine.

Without thinking I press a passionate kiss to my women's deep red painted lips. She moans against my mouth when I hump our hips together repeatedly, pokin the tip of my hard dick against her clit as wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close.

"Your so fuckin amazing in every way, I'm gonna give you my all for the rest of our lives. I love you y/n." I vow when I break the kiss.

I peck her lips once more before spinnin her in a half circle, y/n now standing where I was and me in her place. I turn her to face the water then sit, bringing her to plop in my lap.

Fuck, those fat ass pussy lips feel like heaven against my dick, even through the material. I groan at the sensation of her surroundin me, taking her towel and spread it over us to hide our lower halves. She's havin none of that though, already so fuckin wet that I can feel her soakin through my damp shorts as she leans forward and pops her ass up and down on my clothed cock. The towel drops to the sand as I grip at her waist to steady myself.

"So you really like my bathing suit, Daddy?"

Her alluring tone has me groanin again out loud as I watch her body twist sensually with her head held back. The arch in y/n's spine and the wind blowing layers of her silky hair down her back is nothing short of an epic vision of flawlessness.

"So fuckin much honey. Hands down one of my favorites."

I watch as she reaches for the cloth hiding my prize between her perfect brown thighs and move it to the side. I move at the speed of light to unsheathe my thick dick and offer it to her. Her enticing high pitched moans boom around us as I lewdly stare at the sticky wetness of her pussy glistening in the sun. Cant help but to squeeze at her waist a bit more as my vixen teasingly sliding her pussy up and down my shaft in quick strides.

"Ohhh sh-shit honey, wait-"

But then I'm moaning loud at how my girls swiveling her hips in perfect circles over me, saturating my throbbing dick and balls in her juices. The feeling boiling in my ball sack got me wantin to tell momma to slow down but I wouldn't dream of stoppin this sexy women grindin all over my cock. Her pleading whines for me to fuck her rise in volume still and I gotta tense, abs rippling as I put in real fuckin effort not to bust my nut.

"Daddy put it in! Why won't you fuck meeee?"

Y/n's sobs alone are enough to make me wanna nut on the spot and I'm thinkin I might need to take a page outta babygirls page, beg her to give me a moment of reprieve.

"OK, j-just gimme a sec. Stop movin, momma. Don't wanna cum."

I try to warn her but she's so fuckin desperate for me and I understand why as I notice her rubbing frantic circles on her messy little button. Its unfortunate for me when one of her outta sync thrusts has my tip catchin at her pussy lips and I know I'm screwed. Baby girl's loud ass gasp is way too fuckin gleeful as she forcefully sits on my dick.

"Yeeeees! Gimme my dick, Daddy- lemme have it, pleeeease! Haaaaah fuck! Yesyesyesyes!"

There's not a single thing I can do as my eyes roll back and I immediately start to spurt cum into my future wife. I can't even muster any energy to feel pathetic as I nut gush after gush into her heavenly cavern. It's exhilarating, steals the breath from lungs as my dick pulsates from how her perfect little pussy strangles it.

Serving my woman jerky stabs, I aid her in bouncin ontop of me while she sobs my name. My balls smack against her wetly as she leans back against me, arm reaching out to hold the back of my neck. I abandon my hold at y/n's waist to wrap both arms around her tummy, my right moving farther down to join hers to rub her clit.

The feeling of her seizuring in my lap while squirting against my twitchin cock forces me to spray a couple more jets of cum into that tight little puss. I refuse to stop rubbing between her legs, making my poor girl come hard as fuck with jubilant shouts of my name. Reveling at the clutch on my dick, I praise y/n for being such a good girl.

"That's it honey, I want it all. My special girl deserves this and more. And I'm gonna get it for her. But you gotta come for Daddy first, sweetheart. Cum all over me, y/n. Good girl, such a good fuckin girl."

Shes thanking me enthusiastically, profusely. I can finally cease when the last dose of her love gushes out. A mixture of our cum oozes out around my cock, the breezing cooling the sticky liquid plastering my thighs and balls. I slide a finger throught the mess, writing my initials with the sticky wetness on her trembling thigh. It takes me a second to speak through my heaving breaths to the limp woman laying on my chest.

"Well, I know you only got your hair done yesterday but.. You sure you don't wanna get in the water, sweeetheart?"

My girl can't help but to laugh out loud at my one track mind, jabbing me in the side with a tired elbow.

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[cevansbrat0007]

Request: Andy Barber & Baby Girl having sex during a thunderstorm.

Through the Storm

Summary: Andy helps you overcome your fear of thunderstorms.

Warnings: Astraphobia, Smut, Anxious Reader, Dominant Andy, Manhandling, Fingering, Spanking, CMNF (Clothed Male, Nude Female), Safe Sex, Cuddles, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Finally finished this WIP! This request takes place early in Andy and Reader's relationship. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series, but can also be read as a standalone. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

You stare out into the backyard, watching sheets of slanted rain pelt against your boyfriend’s newly installed patio. While it wasn’t much, it was enough to give the compact enclosed space the cozy feel it had long been missing. You’d even helped him with the landscaping, much to your chagrin. 

Andy had been quick to learn that while you enjoyed gardening you were also terrified of virtually all things creepy crawly, like bees. Especially bees. Your man hadn’t known what to make of that one, which had certainly made for an entertaining afternoon. 

A loud crash of thunder suddenly booms overhead, startling you so bad that you nearly drop the bottle of water in your hands. You fucking hated thunderstorms, a fun little nugget that you had yet to share with the man who was currently waiting for you to join him upstairs. 

Truth be told, you hadn’t even planned on staying over tonight. You were supposed to be home by the time the storm rolled in, tucked away safe and sound on your couch. All the while clutching your stuffed bear, Mr. Sprinkles, for dear life and watching your favorite comfort films until Mother Nature decided she was done with her tantrum.

But dinner with friends had gone long and then the show had started late. Well, the dinner itself hadn’t actually been with friends – more like one of his work colleagues. But the guy’s wife had been nice enough. And after enjoying one last round of drinks, you four had wandered across the street to take-in a production of Aladdin on Broadway. 

Of course musicals weren’t really your thing, but since it was a childhood favorite of yours you’d been all for it. Your boyfriend didn’t know how much of a Disney fan you really were. Which was okay. Because he was older, more mature. And as such, you always tried to come off more sophisticated than what you actually were.

He’d already been married once before and had a child. One he’d lost a few years back. You two had yet to actually have a true conversation about that one but you were almost certain it was coming.

It had to be, right? Because it wasn’t like you both could skirt around the topic forever. But, at the same time, it’s also not like you could be the one to bring up. Like, how would a conversation like that even go? 

Exactly. It wouldn’t. Because you couldn’t. It wasn’t your place. 

So, you would allow that door to remain shut for as long as it took to allow him to open it and guide you through. You could be patient. 

Alright fine. You would make yourself be patient. And until then you would keep trying to demonstrate the right amount of emotional maturity needed to prove that you could be a good partner and support system. Or at least a little worldlier than you probably came off.  

But all of that would be pretty hard to do if Andrew Barber knew that you were secretly afraid of thunderstorms. He wouldn’t get it and you would only end up tripping all over yourself if you tried to explain. Which meant that you had to make a decision.

Either you could be brave and climb the stairs so you could crawl into bed – his bed – wearing nothing but a pair of panties and one of his oversized t-shirts. Or you could sneak upstairs, grab your clothes, and dash out your man’s front door into the night like a madwoman and hope that he would be too stunned to chase you down. 

“Whatcha doin’ down there, Baby Girl?” Andy bellows from up above, making you jump.

“Noth–coming!” You shout back as you pad towards the stairs, still trying your best to devise a plan. Andrew Barber was deceptively fast, which meant running was out. So you were most likely gonna have to suck it up until he fell asleep and then you would be free to tremble in peace. 

The city’s hottest attorney could not know that he was dating the world’s biggest scaredy cat. If he ever found out, you might never recover from the embarrassment.  

You find yourself holding your breath as you round the corner before stepping inside Andy’s bedroom. Your man looks up from his phone when he notices that you’ve finally joined him. A warm smile spreads across his handsome features as he leans back, allowing his big body to relax against the frame. 

“Thought I was gonna have to come looking for you.” His husky purr sends a tiny shiver coursing through you, all the way down to your toes.  

“Uh, nope. Here I am.” Your eyes stray towards your overnight bag nestled innocently in the corner. Because if you weren’t mistaken you were also beginning to sweat. “But I was thinking that maybe I ought to – nooope!” 

An loud, unexpected clap of thunder has you diving towards the bed with a shriek. You seek refuge under the blankets, ignoring the sounds of a bewildered Andy calling your name. He tries to lift up the edge of the comforter, but you refuse to let go. 

At this point, you have no desire to acknowledge just how ridiculous you were being at that very moment. Because you were scared.

And also a smidge mortified.

“Um, honey..?” Andy works to keep his tone light. “What’s going on?” He pauses briefly as one big hand comes to rest on what he assumes must be your head. “Are you okay?”

“Yep!” You squeak out, clutching the blanket even tighter around you. “But I’m also really, really sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Again he tugs at the edge of your makeshift shield, prompting you to try and roll away. “You haven’t done anything – can you at least look at me? Please.”

“Um, I…I don’t think so. No.” Your words come out slightly muffled.

You’re rewarded with a heavy sigh followed by a brief moment of silence. Although you’re not sure what you expected him to say, you’re still surprised by what comes next.

“Well, if you won’t come out, then I guess that means I’ll just have to come under there then, won’t I?”

Fine by you. Because you were pretty sure that you were only seconds away from dying of embarrassment anyhow.

“Kay.”    

“Let me in, princess.” 

Relief fills him when he sees you finally relax your grip. Seconds later he joins you under the blankets, cocooning you both within the plush softness.   

“Hey.” Andy breathes as his eyes strain to adjust to the light.

“Hey.”

As if of its own accord, one of his hands reaches over to gently brush your curls away from your face. A quiet sigh makes its way past your lips as you feel yourself melting into his touch. In a way it acted as an unspoken reminder. 

You were safe with this man. Which meant it was time to fess up. 

“Umm…” He makes an exaggerated show of looking around. “Why are we hiding?”

“Because.” You whisper, only to flinch when another crack of thunder echoes above. 

“Because?” Your man drags out the word. “Because what? Are you–?” He cuts himself off before trying again. “I’m gonna guess that all this has something to do with the storm. Am I somewhere in the ballpark?”

His question has hot tears pricking the backs of your eyes.

“I don’t like it.” You croak before giving into temptation and burying yourself in his tattoo-covered chest. “In fact, I hate it.” 

Good Lord, you sounded so pitiful right now. 

“The…storm?” 

“All of it.” You confirm as you begin to tremble ever so slightly. “The lightning, the thunder, the heavy winds, the sound of the rain. S’too much.”

“I see.” Is all he says, even as his hand goes to rest on the small of your back, rubbing in easy, soothing circles. 

“I’m sorry.” You feel even worse when the tears spill over onto Andy’s bare skin. 

“Hush.” Comes the soft-spoken command, drawing you flush against his much larger body. “There’s no need to be sorry. I just wish you would’ve said something earlier. Is that why you were so adamant about going home tonight?”

“Mmhm.”

But then your handsome ogre just had to go and be difficult.     

“And I convinced you to stay.” Andy huffs out a disappointed breath at the same time as he drags his knuckles along your spine. “I should’ve noticed something was wrong. All I could think about was how much better I sleep whenever you’re next to me.” You can tell he’s annoyed now – not with you – but with himself. “Should’ve thought to ask why you seemed so skittish.” He drops a brief kiss on the top of your head.   

“Andy…”

“I’m sorry, Baby Girl.” He grunts, pulling away so that he can get a good look at your face. “No–” He continues when you open your mouth to interrupt. “I should’ve been paying better attention. That’s on me.” He takes a moment to whisper his sensual, full lips over your own. 

“It’s okay.” You assure him before pressing a tender kiss on his left pec, just above his heart. “I probably should’ve said something earlier. It was just…I guess I was embarrassed.” You finish with a shrug. 

“Why?” He cocks his head to the side as he patiently waits for you to answer. Although it was hard to read his expression in the dark, you knew he was genuinely curious. 

“Because it’s a stupid.” You mumble a few seconds later. “It’s stupid and I’m stupid for–”

“No it’s not.” Andy swiftly interjects. “And no you’re not. So please let that be the last time I hear you refer to yourself that way.” His gruff tone leaves little room for argument, not that you were in the mood anyway. Seconds later, another clap of thunder, followed by a flash of lightning, has you diving back into the safety of his arms.

“Fuck.” Pissed at himself, he quickly wraps his arms around you before gently rocking you back and forth in an effort to calm you down. “When did it start?” More thunder booms overhead the whole house, loud enough to shake the whole house. 

Andy frowns when he hears the tiny whimper that escapes your throat. .   

“It’s silly.” You warn, even as you close your eyes and force yourself to take a deep breath. 

“Try me.”

He’d stay up all night if that’s what it took to get you to talk. The last thing he wanted was for you to shut down on him. Again.  

“Please.”

Guess that was your cue to start spilling your guts. 

“Wh–when I was a little girl, I couldn’t have been more than six or seven, there was this really bad storm. I mean later we would find out that tornadoes had touched down all over the region. But that night – I swear the rain was coming down so hard it sounded like hundreds of baseballs were being pelted against the roof. And the wind was blowing so hard that it kept rattling windows.”

“Mmhm.” The small, noncommittal sound rumbles from somewhere deep within his chest, spurring you forward. 

“So my dad woke us all up, me and my siblings, and herded us down to the basement. I guess he’d been watching the news and figured we’d be safer there. My mom had laid out blankets and sleeping bags for us. At first it seemed kinda fun – almost like we were camping out.”

Another bright flash of light briefly illuminates the bedroom, but you’re too engrossed in your story to really care. Plus, you had Andy to keep you safe. Nothing bad ever seemed to happen when you were with Andy.

At least not so far. 

“I could see that.” Your boyfriend affirms, before giving your hip a light squeeze. “Bet you probably had a cool sleeping bag.” 

“I totally did. I actually had one of those Disney character sleeping bags.” The memory makes you smile as your initial anxiety begins to lessen. “Come to think of it, we all did. But mine had Genie from Aladdin on the front of it. I remember because I got to pick it out myself.” 

“I knew I had the right idea when I invited you out tonight.” Andy muses, brushing his mouth against your curls once more. 

“Yeah, Big Man. I’m a Disney girl. And I sure did love that sleeping bag.” You take a moment to lace your fingers through his, needing the connection. “Which was why I climbed right on in and let my mother zip me up. At that point, I think my little sister started crying or something, so I let her crawl inside with me. After that she went right to sleep.”

“But I’m guessing you didn’t.”

“Nope.” Your grip on his hand tightens, but your man doesn’t pull away. Even so, you allow your thumb to sweetly caress along the ridges of his knuckles. “I stayed wide awake for what felt like hours just…listening. Listening as the wind picked up, as the thunder got louder and louder. Until it became so loud that it sounded like the storm was happening right above our house. And then suddenly there was this crash that shook the entire house – almost like a bomb went off.”    

“Listen, I know sometimes storms can seem–”

“It was a tree.” You quietly forge on. “The storm had knocked down a tree. It fell through the roof, into the room I shared with my sister. Of course nobody was hurt, but ever since then I’ve been terrified of thunderstorms.” You finish, somehow feeling even more foolish than when you’d first started. 

“Holy shit.” Andy exhales before briefly nuzzling your nose with his own. It was a simple stress touch, nothing more. But at this particular moment, it means everything. “I mean, I’m sure this probably goes without saying, but I’m so glad you weren’t in there when it happened. You or your sister.”

Wordlessly you nod, still wishing that you’d found a way to make it home tonight after all. Come tomorrow you’d finally bite the bullet and start looking for a therapist. Perhaps it was finally time you found a way to move past some of your childhood trauma. And maybe then–

Your thoughts are interrupted by the deep, rich timbre of Andrew Barber’s voice. 

“I’m afraid of clowns.” Your boyfriend grunts in a very matter of fact tone. “And spiders.” He tacks on with a slight grimace. “Can’t get near either one of them without breaking into hives.” 

“Oh.” Is all you can manage, clearly surprised by his sudden openness. You hadn’t been expecting that at all. “So I‘m guessing anything to do with Pennywise is probably – ahh shit!” You cry out when the familiar sound of thunder makes you lose your train of thought, leaving you unable to finish your small attempt at humor.

Almost immediately, you feel two strong arms band themselves around your waist, drawing you closer even as you try your damnedest to scramble away. You throw off the covers before attempting to swing your legs over the side of the bed so that you can make a mad dash in the direction of the basement.     

“Hold on, baby.” Andy growls, wincing when your elbow accidentally connects with his ribs. “Just settle down for a second, okay? We’re gonna get through this, I promise.”

“Nope – I’m good! Just let me go, please.” Instead of doing as you ask, he flips your bodies, using his considerable weight to keep you still. “I’m serious, Andrew!” You tell him, thumping his back with your fist for good measure.

“Hush.” He takes advantage of your positions long enough to glide his lips along the column of your throat, leaving a trail of goosebumps in his wake. “Just focus on me – on us – and let everything else fade away.”

Hmph. Easier said than done, handsome.

Andy gifts you with a glimpse of his pearly white teeth before slanting his hungry mouth over your own. He moans into the kiss, gently sucking on your bottom lip and releasing it with a slight pop. When you don’t respond he does it again, this time tracing the curve of your lips with his sinful tongue. 

“But what if –.”

“Shh.” Your boyfriend pauses his sensual assault long enough to stare down at you while he braces himself on his forearms. “You have my word that nothing bad is gonna happen while I’ve got you here, with me, in this bed. We’re safe, Baby Girl.” He then angles his head to nip along your jaw. “Let me show you.”  

“Do you trust me?” Where had you heard that before?

“I…” You trail off as he continues to nip at your heated flesh, paying special attention to the sensitive shell of your ear. “Y–yes.”

“Good.”

Apparently that’s all the permission Andrew Barber needs, because the next thing you know he’s sliding one large hand up your thigh, his lightly calloused palm sending pinpricks of pleasure straight to your core. Seconds later, you both are treated to the sounds of tearing fabric. 

Well, there went your panties. They’d been shredded to hell just like every other pair that went before it. 

Next up is your shirt. He manages to whip it over your head with relative ease before resting his delicious weight on top of you once more. Clad in only his boxers, he makes a show of grinding rapidly hardening cock against your damp pussy.

“Andy.” You whine, wantonly arching your hips in time with his thrusts. “Don’t tease me right now.”

“Why not?” He purrs as a hand moves to fist itself in your hair, wrenching your head back with just enough force to make you feel dizzy with lust. 

Reaching up, you capture his face between your hands to pull him down for another kiss. The scruff of his neatly trimmed beard feels so good against your skin.

“Fuck me, please.” You hiss, seeking a much needed distraction as a flash of lightning threatens to send you running for the hills. Since this man wouldn’t let you leave, your next best option was to let him bury his thick cock inside you so hard and so deep until you no longer had the capacity to think. 

Or walk properly, for that matter.

“Your wish is my command, baby.” Your boyfriend groans as he continues to circle his hips. With that said, he then makes quick work of removing his boxers before tossing him aside in the direction of his hamper. He misses, of course. Which is why you silently vow to pick it up later.

Now freed from its confines, you watch Andy’s impressive manhood immediately spring to attention, lightly smacking his abdomen as it bobs up and down.

Good God, you’d be lying if you said the sight didn’t make your mouth water.  

His mouth curves into a roguish grin as he purposely slides himself between your slippery folds. He revels in your wetness, loving the way your slick coats his aching cock. Shit – if he wasn’t careful he risked blowing his load before it was time. 

Which absolutely would not work. You always came first. That was the rule. There were no exceptions, unless you were playing a game or something.

Reaching over you, Andy grabs a foil packet from his nightstand. Tearing it open with his teeth, you lean back on your elbows while he handles his business with the condom. Maybe next time he’d allow you to put it on for him. You’d always wanted to try…

You also weren’t quite sure of exactly when he’d gone and removed his boxers, but you also weren’t complaining either.         

“Now, sweetheart.”  Your man begins as he takes a hold of your calf, tenderly draping it over his muscled shoulder as the wheel continues to howl outside. “All you’ve gotta do is lay back and focus on how good you feel.” He leans forward so that he can trace his tongue around your nipple before sucking the delicate flesh into his waiting mouth.  

Your back bows as you thrust your chest forward in silent offering. Andy groans as continues to toy with your pouting nipple before switching to the other. You let out a sharp cry as he brings the pebbled tip in his mouth, lightly pinching it between his teeth just hard enough to make you writhe beneath him. 

That’s part of what always made this feel so good. The way he always seemed to mix pleasure with a little bit of pain. 

His mouth eventually finds yours again as your hands smooth their way over the blades of his shoulders, allowing you to run your fingers along the contour of his muscles. And when you finally reach the firm globes of his ass, you can’t help but giggle as you finally give into the temptation to smack it. Hard.    

Just the way he liked it.

“Remember, sweet brat. If I’m gonna wear your handprint then I think it’s only fair you wear mine too. Understand?” Of course he doesn’t wait for you to answer. Instead he maneuvers himself up so that he can expertly flip you over onto your stomach before pulling you up so that you’re now resting on your hands and knees before him. 

Instinctively you arch your ass in the air, inviting him to make good on his promise. This man loved spanking your ass every chance he got. And what’s more, you seemed to enjoy it almost as much as he did.

“Now be a good girl and put your hands where they’re supposed to go.” 

A small shiver of anticipation courses through as you move to obey. He chuckles softly as he watches your eager fingers grip the headboard. Later he would tell you how proud of you he was in that moment, that he was honored by your faith in his ability to distract you from the violent storm taking place right outside his window.

It meant the world that you trusted him enough to take care of you at a time like this. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect.” Andy purrs as the heavy weight of his palm comes down on your upturned rear with just enough force to make your naughty pussy gush. Unable to stop it, you can’t help the groan you emit when he does it again, loving the way he kneads and caresses your most intimate curves.  

“So are you.” 

Your body jerks when he decides to focus his attention on your greedy little cunt. Nimble fingers spear you open as they between your glistening folds to tease your throbbing clit. It’s not long before your hips begin moving in time with his ministrations. 

Soon your eyes flutter closed as you bear down, shamelessly grinding yourself against his calloused palm. At first, Andy is content to simply watch as you slowly work yourself into a frenzy.

Because this time, when the sound of thunder crackles throughout the room, you barely react. In fact, you hardly hear it. You’re too engrossed in the pleasure, too caught up in just how good your man is making you feel, to remember to be afraid. 

“Easy, greedy girl.” Andy hums after another beat goes by before finally removing his hand. The fucking bastard.

“Nooo!” You whine, hating the way your impending orgasm lingers just out of reach.

"Yeees.” There’s a slight mocking edge to his tone that has you glancing over your shoulder to shoot him a glare. 

“Swear to God you’re so fucking beautiful. Even when you’re trying to turn me into dust.” He winks at you then before allowing his hands to settle on your hips. Goosebumps pebble across your sweat-dampened flesh when you feel the head of his impressive cock nudge at your entrance.

“Please.Please.Please.” That one word is whispered over and over, like a fervent prayer. 

Just then, a stroke of lightning brightens the room, treating you to a fleeting glimpse of your man right as he thrusts himself inside of you, all the way to the hilt. Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as he forces you to take every deliciously thick inch of his cock, stretching your tight pussy until you can’t help clench around him.     

Andy starts off slow, gradually building up the pace as your velvety walls continue to milk him for all he’s worth. His fingers dig into your curves as you rear back to match his movements. Soon, he adjusts the angle of his thrusts, allowing him to go even deeper. 

“S’good, Andy!Fuuuck!” You moan as Andy continues fucking you into oblivion. “Yes!Harder, pleeease!”

“My baby wants it harder?” He growls, adjusting his position to give you exactly what you asked for. A desperate sob bubbles up from your throat, prompting you to bury your face in a nearby pillow.

Too bad your man is having none of it.        

“Oh no.” One large hand moves to wrap itself around the delicate column of your throat, applying just the right amount of pressure to make your pulse spike. “You don’t get to hide that pretty face from me. Not tonight.” He grunts before allowing his free arm to encircle your waist to haul you against the hard wall of his chest. 

A hand soon finds its way to your breast. He lifts the tempting weight, before plucking at your nipple with his thumb and forefinger, evoking the most exquisite sensations. 

“You’re doing so good, Baby Girl.” Andy rasps, tweaking his angle so that he can find your spot. “So good. Told you I’d keep you safe.” The sounds of flesh slapping against flesh echo throughout the room, creating an erotic tempo. “Would never let anything bad happen to you.” 

Your boyfriend’s Boston accent grows thicker and more pronounced with each passing second – letting you know that he’s close to losing control. That’s when you decide to push him closer to the brink by reaching behind you to pull his head down for a kiss. It’s hot, wet, and deep. And by the time you both come up for air your heart is hammering in your chest. 

“I…I know.” And you did know.

Tipping your chin back, you allow your walls to flutter around his fat cock, making him twitch. Your core begins to spasm as you feel the coil in your belly tighten even more. Andy makes sure to keep a tight hold on your sweat-slicked body as his lips continue to whisper kisses along the curve of your jaw.  

White hot pleasure dances along your skin, meanwhile Andy’s thrusts continue to grow more and more erratic with each passing minute. One of your hands slips from the headboard to help keep you upright. 

“Cum, princess. Give it to me.” He snarls through clenched teeth before reaching down to deliver a slap to your pussy. It feels so good that you beg him to do it again and again. “Be a good girl and fucking cum!”

That’s all you need to hear before you go tumbling over the edge and into bliss. “Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!” Ecstasy slices through you, making you cry out loud enough to wake the neighbors. Thank goodness there was a storm going on outside, otherwise someone might’ve taken it upon themselves to call the police.  

Chest heaving, you continue bouncing on your man’s cock. He felt so amazing it bordered on obsession. And you knew he’d feel even better once you had him in your mouth. Andy shudders behind you, his big body trembling with the force of his orgasm.  

Completely spent, you both flop down on the bed. You’re both naked and sweaty, but neither of you really cares all that much. You curl up in his arms, resting on his chest so that you can listen to the soothing sound of his heartbeat. 

“You okay?” Andy murmurs a little while later when he notices that your eyes have begun to droop. “Do you need me to–”

“Mm…” You purr, stretching your arms above your head as you stifle a lawn. “I’m thinking I need some more of that. Like tonight.” 

You grow quiet once you realize that you no longer hear the sound of the rain. Or the wind. Or the thunder. All is as it should be. Thank goodness.

“Give me ten minutes to refuel and I’m all yours.” He grunts before disposing of his used condom in a nearby garbage can.. 

“Thank you.” You mumble, feeling your cheeks heat. “For tonight, for what you did.”

“Not sure if I did much of anything.” Andy smiles down at you, his brilliant blue eyes filled with sincerity. “You’re always safe with me, princess. So just relax."

“I believe you, Andy. But the storm –"

“Is about over. We fucked right through it, baby.” You don’t have to look up at him to know that he’s got some kind of shit-eating grin plastered across his handsome features. "But most of all, thank you for trusting me with your secret.”

“Thank you for not laughing.“ Your hand reaches up to stroke your knuckles along his bearded jaw. 

“Hm.” Andy mutters. “Maybe next time we’ll have to try making love in the rain. What do you think, princess?”

“Um, baby steps, Andrew.” You counter, expertly dodging his first question. “Let’s go smaller. I’m talking waaay smaller.”

“Fine. I’ll settle for a kiss during a light drizzle.” Your boyfriend concedes, laughter and warmth suffusing his tone. 

“Consider it done, handsome.” You mumble as sleep threatens to overtake you.

Later, Andy would tell you that he let you fall asleep that night on purpose. Your earlier anxiety had really done a number on you, which is why he was content to let you rest. Instead of complaining, he holds you close, silently willing his heart to beat in time with your own. 

And when you wake in the middle of the night, cocooned in the safety of your man’s arms, you know without question that you are cherished beyond measure.

END

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber × fem!wife!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, p in v (unprotected), mention of edging, light degrading (very light) spanking (like once), idk what else

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

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

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

Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slutty bonus, you whore's

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

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

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

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

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

Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[littlemelaninfics]

Could u please write a dark non con cevans or andy or loyd i beg

A/N: this is so short bc i have work, but enjoy and thank you for the request. I woke up to this request when I saw this post. This is based off of that 💕

"We're making a baby tonight, not trying for one."

He didn't give her an option. She knew he was all or nothing and the second she uttered the words "I Do", he took everything.

She had stopped struggling a while ago, the vicious rocks of her body pushing the remaining tears out. Waking up with bruises was nothing new. It was the thought of waking up to the rest of her life that made her want to swan dive off their luxury hotel balcony. She had no plan, no savings, no way out.

After losing his ex-wife, Andy had a reputation to maintain. He knew knocking her up before walking down the isle was not a way to be taken seriously in his hoity toity town. That's why he loved bombed her. And manipulated her. And twisted her. He knew he had her the first time he struck her.

It didn't take long for her to be pushed and pulled, quite literally at times, but she was officially weighed down when she woke up one morning with a giant rock on her finger and a wedding invitation on her bedside table.

Andy wanted-I'm sorry, Andy was getting more children and he was done waiting. He rushed wedding, gushing to anyone who asked that why wait for true destiny. He had decided that her destiny was to bare his children.

She was snapped from her mind when her air supply was cut off. Mixed with the weight of his body on top of hers, she started to panic. She tried to thrash and pry as best she could, only to be met with solid resistance. She was trying to scream, finally getting one out when Andy adjusted his hand. He covered her mouth, pushing his hand down hard on her gums while he drove his cock deeper.

She couldn't breathe properly, but tell he was close. She shut her eyes, wanting to visually remember as little as possible. Andy grunted and moaned before falling limp on top of her. She still had her eyes closed, trying her best to listen to the bustling nightlife beneath her. She knew this would be an everyday occurrence until she got pregnant and since Andy has wanted her carrying his child for some time now, she also knew it would never stop as her body enters new phases that he forced it to.

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[lovebittenbyevans]

The Wrong Sister | Part 1

Summary: You and your sister Jasmine don’t always see eye to eye. When she starts to bring her husband Andy Barber around more, you kept a distance from him until things began to change between you two.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: cursed words

Author note: This is a new and different version of this series will be a miniseries. Enjoy reading!

Part 1

“Excuse me? I have to do what?” You gave your sister a quick glance.

Sighing, Jasmine moved a piece of paper across the table. “My rules pertaining to my marriage.” You were confused as you read the paper in front of you.

– Don’t be alone with Andy

– Always involved me in your conversations with him

– Don’t look at him when he’s with me

– Give us space from time to time

– Don’t call either one of us unless it’s an emergency

– Respect both of us

You wanted to reach across the table and strangle your sister even though you can’t because you didn’t want customers to call the cops. You thought you and Jasmine were going to work on getting along since she wanted to meet with you on your lunch break but you were wrong.

“Are you–” You started to raise your voice, but you spoke in a low voice. “Are you out of your fucking mind? I know what lines not to cross JASMINE!”

She cleared her throat and gave you a smile. “See, I knew you would understand.” Brushing off your apron, you got up from your chair. “Look, I got to go back to work.”

Jasmine finished her cup of coffee and got up from her seat. “I’ll see you at mom’s house later?” You pushed the chair underneath the table and glared at her. “Goodbye Jasmine.”

She chuckled, taking her purse off the table and turning on her heels going out the door. You scoff going back to work behind the counter helping your co-workers with the customers.

You shouldn’t be surprised that your own sister always had it out for you. Jasmine always had a thing for keeping guys she dated close to her. You only talk to her husband Andy Barber twice at different events but never for so long because of her.

“She did what?” Your co-worker Chloe can’t believe what you just told her.

You gave the customer his drink before you turned around to face her. “Yeah…” This was not how you thought your Friday would go at all. Every Friday your mom always wants to have family dinner at her home.

Chloe shook her head and sighed. “What type of sickness is she on?” She continues to talk. “Have she seen her husband? Andy is HOT! Who wouldn’t want to have a full blown conversation with him.”

You chuckled. “It’s her rule, Chlo.”

She grumbled taking the rag from her apron and began to wipe the counter. “Rules my ass. Her husband is a grown ass man who doesn't need a wife to baby him.”

You shake your head as you look at your watch seeing what time it was. “Well, my shift is over.” You untie your apron and make your way to the back to hang it up.

Grabbing your jacket and purse, you made sure you had everything you needed. You walked out saying goodbye to Chloe and your boss Zack.

“See you when I get back from my vacation.” You heard Chloe say as you walked out the door.

Working at the coffee shop Ground and Chill sometimes can be challenging with customers everyday. You finish changing into your new clothes at home when your phone buzzes on the bed.

You looked at the screen and saw your mom's name. “Great.” You mumbles, taking your phone and answering it. “Hello, Mom.”

“Honey, are you on your way?” She asks.

You grab your purse and keys off the dresser. “Yes, I’m on my way.” The only time your mom would call you if she needs something or to talk about your dating life.

“Good because I need you to get something–” You immediately cut her off as you exited your bedroom. “No, ask Jasmine. I am not doing favors for anyone at the moment.” You hung up the phone as you made sure your front door was locked and headed to your car.

You were getting tired of doing favors for people who matter to you even though they barely do favors for you anytime you ask. You just want to be left alone for once.

It didn’t take you that long to get to your parents house. It only took you twenty minutes even though there was a bit of traffic in between. You sat in your car for a second and took your phone out of the cup holder.

“Let’s get this over with.” You muttered to yourself.

Getting out of the car, you grab your purse and shut the door. You made sure your car was locked with your keys before making your way to the front door. A part of you was not looking forward to either family members on either side but the only cousins you get along with are Molly, Tierra and Cole.

The door opened once you saw Cole standing there with a beer in his hand. “Oh, thank god you are here, cousin.” You embrace him in a hug as you let out a chuckle.

“What’s wrong?” You whisper in his ear.

He pulls away from you and shakes his head. You already knew what he meant by the way he was acting. The bullshit already started. You made your way to a few family members including your parents, your sister and her husband Andy Barber.

“Girl.” Molly passed you a drink as you made your way into the kitchen.

You began laughing because you had a feeling what she was about to say. “Your mom and your sister are so uptight. I only spent a few minutes with them and they are already being rude.”

“They need a stick up their ass.” Tierra scoffs while she sip her drink.

You shake your head still listening to them. “And I don’t know how Andy managed to be married to Jasmine for so long.” Molly commented.

“He got some good tolerance after being married to her for three years already.” Molly finishes the rest of her drink.

Your cousins have never been crazy about Jasmine at all. They all saw her as bratty and thought she thinks she is better than everyone else. Molly, Tierra and Cole always kept their distance from her but they were somewhat cordial with her.

You didn’t say another word to them. You excused yourself and walked to the table in the living room where they had more drinks and snacks. You were not in the mood to eat just yet.

You were getting yourself an empty plate when you heard a voice behind you that almost scared you. “Y/N.” You turned your head and saw Andy right by you. “Hi, Andy.”

He gave you a side hug. “How are you? How did it go with Jasmine today?” You noticed sometimes he can be straight to the point.

You pull away from him and begin putting chips on the empty plate. “Good and she told me about the rules I have to–well any woman has to follow.” You place the chilly sauce on the chips before putting the big spoon back.

He sighs. “She shouldn’t–You don’t have to follow it. I am so–” You cut him off before he could finish his sentence. “Don’t ever apologize for her. I respect your marriage and boundaries already set.” You walked off going to the first step of the stairs and sat down with the plate on your lap.

Andy took a seat next to you on the stairs as he took a swig of his beer. “You shouldn’t let my wife boss you around and tell you what to do.”

You shrug, “I've been used to it for years.” You continue to eat your chips that had a lemon salt flavor to it.

“But I personally want to get to know you more, not just as my sister in law.” He makes eye contact with you as you slowly look at him.

You open your mouth to speak but hear a cough in front of you two. “What are we talking about here?” Andy's eyes darted to his wife.

“Hey babe.” He mumbles under his breath as he pulls her in between his legs. “I was telling your sister about work and talking about you.” You can tell he was lying.

You swallowed hard. “Yeah, my sister is a wonderful wife.” You resist the urge to roll your eyes when you say that.

“Thank you. Thank you.” Jasmine said happily. She loves being talked about and compliments.

You got up holding your finished empty plate and cup. “I’m going to go. I just came for a snack and drinks.” You began to walk off when Andy spoke again. “Wait! You just got here.”

“Yeah but I’m tired.” You lied.

As you throw the empty plate in the garbage, you pour yourself one last drink of orange soda in your yellow cup. You joined your cousins for a few minutes and told them you were on your way out.

“Wait, Wait, you are leaving me?” Cole pouts.

You nodded. “Yup, I can’t be here anymore.” Molly eyebrows raised as she looked at you. “Y/N.”

It was Tierra's turn to talk. “Wait, you finally got the space to talk to Andy alone for once and you are leaving.”

You sip your drink while listening to them. “And what did you two talk about?” Molly asks.

“Goodnight you three.” You honestly don’t want to have this discussion with them. You said your goodbyes and gave them a hug.

“We will talk soon.” Molly whispers in your ear.

You pulled away going straight to your parents. Both of your parents said bye to you as your dad tried to get you to stay longer but you made up an excuse. You said goodbye to a few family members before you grabbed your purse off the couch.

When you stepped out the front door, you felt the less cold air hit your face. You opened the door of your car and got inside. “Y/N, wait!” Andy called out to you as you closed your door shut.

You turned to look at him as you pressed the down button on your car window. “What’s up Andy?” A part of you wanted to hear what he had to say.

“Let’s hangout soon, I’ll tell you the time and place.” He said with a polite smile.

You started. “Uh I don’t–” He interrupted you. “Drive safe, Y/N.” You remember Jasmine telling you that sometimes Andy doesn't like to hear the word no. He hit on top of your car playfully and backed up.

You let out an annoying sigh while turning the key to start your car. “Fucking great.” You grumble, driving onto the street thinking about Jasmine stupid rules about Andy.

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[dc418writes]

•|Til Death & More|•

✨Pairing✨: Andy Barberxblack!reader

Summary🪄: “Til Death” just isn’t enough for some

⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS! implied/mention of adult times, supernatural occurrences, ghosts, what appears to be self harm (it’s not exactly and there’s nothing detailed, but you’ll see), near drowning, angst, mention of psych ward, mention of death (if I missed any warnings please let me know!)

*Disclaimer: although the collage was made by me, I DO NOT own nor claim ownership of the pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

|Day 1|

Placing the last brown box on the wooden kitchen floor with a small, tired sigh, Andy smiles to himself looking up at you peacefully gazing out the sliding glass towards the still lake just a few meters away. So calming and serene, it appeared as if it were covered in diamonds how it glistened from the suns rays. He quietly strides towards you until his sweatshirt covered arms wrapping around your hips makes you giggle along with his beard tickling the column of your neck.

“Guess what?,” he whispers by the shell of your ear as if you weren’t the only ones there in the two story home.

“Hm?”

“We are officially moved in sweetheart.” His soft lips leave a peck just under your jaw gently swaying you to whatever song currently playing in Andy’s head.

“Now all that’s left is to unpack our hundred or so boxes, figure out where everything needs to go, clean, set up Eli’s room-,”

“One thing at a time okay?,” he chuckles turning you around to face him as his hands soothingly rub along your back. He could practically see the worried thoughts trying to overtake the excited ones you had just yesterday. This was your first time being quite a distance away from your family and friends in the city, which made you understandably nervous.

You just hoped you’d be able to truly stand on your own being a new mother without the added help you were used to being there.

“Look at me,” Andy softly instructs tilting your chin up with his knuckle. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

“Andy you can’t really-,”

“I just did. And I mean it,” he smiles leaning in to bring your lips together and further prove how true he was of his word. Not that you needed any convincing, Andy never gave you a reason to doubt him and you knew he’d do anything humanly possible to make sure you and your son were okay. It’s what brought you to the countryside in the first place; away from the judgmental eyes, harsh words, and threats at your front door when someone felt bold enough.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you peck his lips twice more whispering, “I love you” against his smile, which he happily returns along with a chaste kiss of his own.

“You know what? I think it’s time for a break.”

“True, we should probably go get food.” You try to step towards your phone but instead, are held in place by Andy’s hands gripping your hips and gently pushing you backwards until your back pressed against the cold glass.

“I was actually thinking of something else we could do,” he counters. His voice sensually dropping an octave lifting you so your legs naturally wrapped around his hips. His large hands beginning to slowly knead from the back of your thighs to your lower cheeks making you sigh in pleasure.

“And that is?”

“Well since it’s just us in this big, ole’ place and are free from parent duties,” he begins, taking turns nipping and kissing along the side of your neck, “why not break in a few of these rooms?”

You playfully hum in thought strategically stretching your neck giving your husband the access you both craved to that special spot on your pulse that’d instantly make you melt. A brief giggle slipping from your lips before they’re replaced by soft moans.

Pressing his tented crotch against your center, your hips slowly roll on their own as your hand rubs along his scalp to pull at the strands bringing his head upward so your eager tongue could freely roam along his. A deep groan vibrating his chest and pupils dilated until only a thin line of blue remained.

“Where to first?”

|Day 3|

“And over there,” Andy smiles pointing to a shady spot in the backyard as he gently bounces his baby boy, “we could have a little soccer net or tee ball stand. Whatever toys you want bubba.” The three month old just chews on his fist in response, getting the remaining banana taste from between his tiny fingers.

“Even make ourselves a little clubhouse where mom isn’t invited.”

“Um ‘scuse me?,” you smirk over your shoulder rinsing the suds from the last baby bottle.

Andy chuckles striding towards you to sweetly kiss your cheek, “I’m kidding.”

Stretching in his arms, both of you can tell Eli’s sleepy from his long yawn and slow blinks before his fingers are back in his mouth with a soft sigh.

“I’ll put him down-,”

“I got it sweetheart. You relax,” Andy states kissing you once more and lifting Eli so you could kiss his chubby cheeks before heading upstairs. You’re left with silence and running water as you continue washing the dishes, and pan, from breakfast. Occasionally humming one of the many baby lullabies now stuck in your head and making you inwardly laugh at yourself.

“Yep, you’re definitely a mom now Y/N,” you speak to yourself with a light shake of your head. Just as you’re finished with the last fork, a cool breeze prickling the back of your neck causes you to lightly shudder before playfully rolling your dark eyes.

“I’d advise you not to try and scare me when I could be potentially holding a knife Andrew.” Drying your hands as you turn around, your grin falls finding your husband nowhere in sight.

You could’ve sworn he was right behind you. You felt the air on your neck. A presence hovering your back just as he tended to do before hugging you close.

Your bare feet carry you towards the sliding glass door wondering if maybe it was somehow left cracked, but you find nothing. It’s properly sealed and locked just as you saw it yesterday. Looking up from the lock to the recently cleaned glass, a ghastly face gaunt and sunken in at the cheeks staring at you with onyx eyes that eliminated the white normally there, and shoulder length, dark hair makes you fall backwards into the solid body of your husband returning just in time to catch you before you hit the hardwood floor.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay,” he coos and shushes soothingly rubbing his large hand up and down your back trying to calm your shaking. “What happened?”

“I-I saw someone.”

“In the yard? They still there?”

“I don’t know.” Andy’s quick to grab the metal bat propped by the glass before unlocking the door and carefully stepping outside. Luckily, with it being daylight, he doesn’t have to venture too far in the yard able to clearly see through the gathering of trees along the sides of your new home.

“Wait here, I’m gonna look out front,” he announces walking through the silent home from the back door to the front. You anxiously sat on the couch nervously bouncing your knee as you waited for his return. The terrifying face still haunting the back of your mind even when you tried telling yourself it was nothing.

“It’s probably just me being a little sleep deprived,” you thought twisting your wedding ring back and forth on your finger. Since moving in, Eli seemed to have even more trouble sleeping through the night. Waking up twice now and refusing to go back down in his crib each time. You’d either have to walk around the house bouncing him in your arms or Andy would bring him in your shared bedroom until he was in a deep enough sleep that he wouldn’t notice when he was back in his.

The door shutting and distinctive beep of the security system engaging brings you out of your thoughts and back to Andy returning the bat to its proper place before sitting next to you to pull you into his lap. “Whoever it was, they’re gone by now. Might’ve thought the place was still empty.”

“Maybe.”

“You okay?,” he asks. Concerned cerulean eyes peering into yours while one hand caresses your cheek and the other grazes your thigh. “You remember what they looked like?”

“I-It was a woman. At least I think it was, but I’m fine Andy..really. My brain might just be acting funny because of the stress from moving and being tired.”

“You sure?” Nodding your head, you softly smile turning to kiss his palm. Your head falling to nuzzle against his neck as he holds you close.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna get some cameras for outside. Motion lights too okay?”

“Mhm,” you reply, eventually feeling relaxed enough that you could no longer fight your own sleep trying to overtake your body.

|Night 6|

“You sure you guys are gonna be okay tomorrow? I can always push back my start date.”

“We’ll be fine,” you smile immediately sliding over to his side of the bed when he’s under the covers. Your leg draped over his hip as his fingertips dance along your freshly shaven and moisturized thigh. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack if you keep worrying so much.”

His deep chuckle has your head lightly bouncing against his pec dusted with hair. “Can’t help it. I’m always gonna worry sweetheart.”

Especially now after finding two dead doves on the front step the past couple mornings; positioned in such a way it had to be an obvious threat. Andy checked the cameras, but could never find anyone around though.

He assumed it had to be the same lady you saw in the backyard the other day. Where she came from or how she found you both, he couldn’t quite figure out yet.

Playing with the charm of his necklace, his lips on the top of your head makes you softly sigh snuggling impossibly closer to the love of your life. The comfortable silence slowly beginning to make both of you drift to sleep after a long day.

“Call if you need me, and I mean anytime Y/N. I’ll come straight home.”

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper sweetly kissing just above his heart. “You just focus on your first day.”

“I’ll try,” he yawns before lifting your hand to kiss your palm. “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

•

Like clockwork, Eli’s cries interrupt your peaceful sleep looking over to the monitor on your nightstand to see him on his tummy with head lifted and mouth opened as he wailed. Andy was somehow still asleep - and softly snoring - as you quietly slid out of his grasp into the cold air circulating in your home.

“Shh it’s okay Eli,” you coo as you enter his bedroom lit up with colorful stars that oscillated from his nightlight to the walls. “What’s wrong?”

Nearing his crib, you’re heart sinks and you feel all the air leave your body finding it empty - like your son was never there to begin with.

“A-Andy! Andy wake up!” Your screams go unnoticed rushing back towards the hall until you’re knocked backwards by some force. The walls shake and picture frames lining them rattle from how hard the door slams in front of you.

“Andy! Please!,” you shout yanking the handle that wouldn’t budge. All the while Eli’s cries continuing, and sounding as if he was just outside.

With one final yank you nearly fall again, stumbling back from the door swinging open to show your baby lying in the hall hiccuping with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I got you sweet boy,” you coo reaching out for your son until a shadowy figure knocks you back down making your head uncomfortably thud against the floor. There’s no getting up this time though feeling as if your wrists and ankles are bound to the carpet below. Panic immediately flushing over your skin as you still try to squirm and wiggle free with tears streaking your face and heartbeat racing in your chest.

The ominous figure slowly steps forward - slender with dull, lifeless skin in a sheer dress that reminded you of the curtains shielding your windows - pointing a bony finger towards you before it morphs into what you could only describe as a talon. With one swipe, you can feel the stinging and burning of scratches left on your skin causing you to cry out in pain.

It’s the last sound you’re able to muster as you watch the same dark talon aim for your neck. Growing closer and closer until it’s prick - just under your jaw - sharpens so, your eyes blur from tears and impending unconsciousness recognizing the stream of blood slowly trickling down your skin.

“Y/N…Y/N! Wake up sweetheart.” Andy’s gentle shakes eventually bring you back with a startled gasp as you reach for your jugular. Your cheeks wet with the tears from your sleep and chest slightly heaving from your sobs.

His palms rest on each cheek making you meet his soft eyes, and further trying to calm you, as he thumbs away the still falling streaks. “S’just a dream sweetheart, you’re okay. I’m here.”

“E-Eli,” you sniffle quickly turning towards the baby monitor to find him sound asleep in the same position you and Andy left him.

“He’s fine, and miraculously out still,” he lightly chuckles hoping he could get the same reaction out of you.

“It..it just felt so real.” Shifting you to sit across his lap, his hands glide along your back and lips occasionally leave kisses on your forehead reminding you you’re safe. “Eli was crying and-,”

“Oh no, you scratched yourself.” Turning your arm, he woefully sighs while his finger runs over the freshly made line - red and already beginning to rise with the smallest dots of dried blood stuck to your skin.

Maybe you did make it yourself, which made the pain you felt all the more real. However, something inside told you otherwise.

“You were saying? What happened with Eli?”

“..I couldn’t find him. You either.” You didn’t want to bring up seeing the demented figure again, already writing it off as your subconscious bringing that face you saw all those days ago back to light. Plus he didn’t need to worry about you. Not with him starting his new position tomorrow.

He was so excited with this chance of being able to be part of a private practice, and collaborating with others for the common goal of a successful case. And more importantly, back to helping clients get the justice they deserved. You didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“I’m sorry that happened sweetheart. We’re right here though and not going anywhere. I promise,” he smiles kissing each cheek before landing on your lips. “Was that all?”

Nodding, you help pull the covers over both your tired bodies snuggling your face even closer to his neck radiating his Forest Wind shower gel. On your worst days and nights, the woodsy scent always helped you relax thinking of Andy and being surrounded by his comforting warmth and soothing words punctuated by sweet pecks.

You hoped it’s power would help you get through yet another rough night, but you could only sit there listening to your husbands soft snores as you stared at the digital clock. Two am turned to four, then five until the soft chime of his alarm alerted both of you it was time to rise for the new day.

A new day that already made you uneasy with images of the mysterious woman flashing in your mind.

|Day 13|

“Hey, welcome,” Andy greets your aunt Virginia - Genie for short - with a hug before extending his arm for her to enter the warmly lit home.

“Of course I was gonna check on my niece and nephews,” she smiles letting him remove her jacket and take her purse to the nearby closet. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Let me give you a tour-,”

“Before we do that,” she interrupts stopping his next step with a gentle hand on his bicep, “how are things Andy?” From the look in her eyes, he knew she wanted the honest truth.

Not even settled for five minutes, she could tell something was off. The tired droop of his eyes and disheveled styling of his usual tidy hair only solidified what her intuition was telling her as soon as he opened the door.

Andy scratches the back of his head lightly sighing as he leans against the wall. “I..I honestly don’t know. She hasn’t been sleeping well from waking up with Eli and these dreams-,”

“Dreams?”

“Well nightmares really. They’re so bad, she’s even scratching herself. First it was her arm then it’s moved to her neck, face, thighs even. Each time I have to wake her because she’s crying in her sleep.”

“Hm, I could tell something was off with her over the phone, but she’s been tight lipped. Only telling me not to worry,” Genie states crossing her arms in front of her.

“She tells me the same thing. I’ve tried getting her to go to someone, but she insists she’s okay. That it’ll eventually pass.” A beat of silence is shared between them as Andy shakes his head, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants.

“I moved us here to try and keep them safe, but now Y/N’s suffering, and I don’t know what to do.”

Pulling him close, her arms tenderly wrap around his shoulders giving him the reassuring hug he desperately needed. Any and everyone could see how much he loved you and little Eli, and not being able to immediately fix what was hurting you equally hurt him. It made that guilt he worked so hard to move past with Lori and Jacob’s death resurface; how he swore to himself he’d never let that happen again.

“Let me see her.”

•

Reaching the cracked door decorated with light grey, wooden letters spelling “Elias”, they both watch as you slowly rocked back and forth feeding your son. Mindlessly grazing your fingertips over his soft curls as he suckled from your breast. The sunlight peering in through the partially covered window hits you just right that Genie can see the dark circles under your eyes. The puffy bags that seemed to weigh you down just as much as whatever was bothering you.

“Sweetheart? Your aunt’s here,” Andy softly announces to not wake the baby while they enter the light blue room. It’s the first time since you’ve moved in that Andy sees that brightness return to your eyes making a small smile curl onto his lips.

“Hey babygirl. How ya feeling?,” she asks kissing your cheek before moving to Eli’s head and squatting beside you.

“I’m uh okay. J-Just a little tired.” Being so close she can see some of the scratches Andy was talking about. The freshest ones being the lone scar on your face bright red and raised. The rest on your neck and arms a bit darker and beginning to scab if they hadn’t been scrubbed away already.

She can’t help but to glide her thumb along the one on your neck before tilting your chin to look at her. “What’s this?”

“Just a little scratch. I had a nightmare and woke up with it so I must’ve done it in my sleep.” Lifting your free hand she observes your fingers taking note of how your nails are cut lower than you usually have them.

“But you’ve never done that before.” You just shrug carefully removing your nipple from Eli’s parted mouth so you can cover yourself and put him down.

“I-I guess it’s new.”

Genie and Andy share a glance as you gaze over your son.

“Hey, why don’t you come with me to town?,” she suggests with her warmest smile. “I meant to pick something up for Eli before I came, but I was busy.”

“You don’t have to get anything for him auntie, trust me he has more than enough,” you giggle.

“Well then he’s about to have some more. And while we’re out we can get something to eat, or just coffee,” she suggests.

“I just put him down though. I-I should stay with him.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, I got him. Go with your aunt, enjoy yourself,” Andy speaks moving to be by your side and rubbing along your back.

“But..your work?”

“It can wait.”

There’s an obvious hesitation as your eyes shift from Andy to Eli’s sleeping form afraid to leave your baby boy. Not that you didn’t trust Andy, it was the figure that only seemed to threaten you and your son that you didn’t trust. Deathly afraid that if Andy so much as turned his back for a second something would happen.

“He’ll be okay,” you aunt smiles.

Slowly nodding your head, your small smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you hug Andy close wrapping your arms around his waist. “Really watch him, okay?,” you whisper into his shirt.

Admittedly, he felt a little hurt that you thought you needed to remind him to watch out for his own son. But the nervousness and fear in your voice showed him it wasn’t that you doubted his ability, but something more that for whatever reason you were too scared to talk about.

“Of course. Don’t worry.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

•

“Two lattes and two waters please,” your aunt smiles at the waiter handing the teen your menus before he walked away to serve the next table. “Alright, what’s going on?”

“N-Nothing. I told you already I’m just tired.”

“I heard you and can tell you are, but I know that’s not everything.” You knew that mostly quiet car ride as she briefly filled you in on various family members was leading to this moment. That didn’t make you any less nervous or more prepared for it though.

Sighing, your gaze falls to your lap picking at the edges of the dark blue napkin that lay across it. A lump quickly developing in your throat not wanting to experience the humiliation and embarrassment sure to come.

“..promise you won’t laugh,” you whisper.

“Of course.”

“There’s this ghost. A-A woman that keeps haunting me ever since we moved in. She’s the one that’s been leaving these scratches, it’s not me. A-And she’s always after me in these nightmares or trying to take Eli away and I know it sounds crazy-,”

“Y/N calm down, okay?”

“I can’t! I feel like I’m either gonna have to deal with this for the rest of my life or-or..” You can’t even finish your sentence with the tears streaming down your face that have now brought a few eyes and whispers to your table.

“Um y-your drinks,” the waiter clears his throat slowly placing the glasses and coffee cups in front of the both of you. “Anything else I can get you?”

“No we’re fine thanks,” your aunt smiles thankful he was quick to walk away.

“Maybe I am crazy. And all this is just stress or something.”

Scooting a bit closer to the table, aunt Genie leans forward as if what she was about to say was meant for only you. “You’re not crazy, and it’s not stress. I know because the same thing happened to us.”

“Really?”

For the first time in weeks you felt a glimmer of hope strike your heart mixed with the bit of confusion why you’ve never heard about this before.

She nods folding her hands together to rest on the tablecloth, “Your mom doesn’t like to talk about it, but when we were young girls, maybe seven or eight, we moved to this beautiful home. Nice neighborhood, people were friendly, it was like we hit the jackpot. All that mattered to me and your mom though was that we each get our own room.”

“Well fast forward a couple weeks and mama started having these strange dreams. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but then they started becoming more frequent and then the scratches occurred, just like yours. Daddy thought it was just something temporary that would pass, but it didn’t. She tried telling him about it, the lady haunting her dreams and causing those marks but he didn’t believe her. Eventually it got so bad it almost broke them up and daddy tried to take us away from her, which is why, I think, your mom doesn’t like to talk about it.”

And why you were afraid to tell Andy. Fearful of his reaction and what he’d think of you.

“What happened?”

“Daddy started getting the dreams too and that was pretty much the icing on the cake. Our great grandma on your dad’s side came to help, having what we called ‘the gift’ back then. Turns out there was this couple - young too - who were supposed to move in that house, but they unfortunately passed in a car accident. The woman’s spirit didn’t pass on like her husband’s though, instead staying around the house. Especially our rooms.”

“Why yours? She was haunting nana and papa?”

“Apparently they planned on having kids when they finally moved and got settled. Obviously that sadly didn’t happen, and Granny Mae figured that her spirit couldn’t find rest and came back to the house where she’d already had a few teddy bears and old dolls of hers. Thus attaching herself to us as if we were her own since they were in our rooms. Doing that she obviously didn’t too much like our actual parents getting in the way.” She pauses, softly shaking her head as she remembers and takes a sip of her drink. “I only told Granny Mae about this, but she’d get in my dreams too - well, I realized it was her after we saw the article about the accident that is. She’d always hum this lullaby and just brush my hair, they were never nightmares.”

“So how’d she get it to stop?”

“We had to do this ritual like burning and get rid of the toys. As soon as the last bear completely burned, everything was fine. No dreams, no scratches, only peace.”

You let her words, and the smallest ounce of relief, settle over you as you take the last sip of your lukewarm coffee. There was a clear solution that didn’t seem difficult, but now all that was left was for you to try to figure out who this was in the first place and what could be attaching them to your house.

The previous owners, Mr. and Mrs. Copeland, had the house built back in the 50s. When their respective health problems became too much for the other to handle, they realized it might be best to downsize and their kids were then nice enough to chip in for the renovations before putting it on the market - eventually landing into Andy’s lap. The elderly couple and their second eldest even met you and Andy at the cabin about a week before your move in date to personally give you the keys. Each of them so nice as you talked over dinner. Mrs. Copeland just couldn’t stop smiling and cooing at baby Eli as he flashed gummy smiles back from his car seat.

Clearly whoever was doing this had some personal vendetta.

“I just don’t know why this woman is after me? The Copeland’s are doing well and no one has ever passed there.”

“And it’s just you dealing with this?”

“Andy hasn’t said anything, and Eli hasn’t really been sleeping but I assumed that was because it was a new place you know? That he just needed to get used to everything,” you answer nervously tapping your thumb against the porcelain cup.

“Well whoever this is, I’m sure they’ll show themselves at some point. I know that’s not very helpful, but hopefully it comes sooner than later,” your aunt sympathetically smiles reaching over to give your forearm a reassuring squeeze. “There’s definitely things we can do in the mean time that’ll keep the spirit at bay. Maybe even get rid of her too if this is just some lost soul.”

You gently nod with a soft smile as you try to will yourself to relax. True it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but at least it was better than nothing.

|Night 26|

Letting your head rest on the back of the white, pedestal tub, an easy breath passes through your nostrils as your body sinks just a few more inches deeper into the hot water. Mango scented bubbles perfectly covering the water and your chest as you let the steam melt away the earlier hours of the day. You’re so relaxed you don’t even hear Andy step into the bathroom with his tie already gone, sleeves rolled up his forearms, and a smile on his face while he leans against the doorframe.

“Don’t you look relaxed,” he states making you shyly giggle as you open your eyes. Though his tone was teasing, he was glad to finally see you rested and at ease after the past few weeks. You were finally sleeping not having to worry about any nightmares, and even Eli seemed to be better now sleeping through the night himself. Ever since your aunt burned sage throughout the house and it’s rooms - chanting a prayer of protection as she wafted the light stream of smoke coming from the reddened end - things definitely seemed calmer.

Andy noticed your glow begin to return as the scars faded only making him more joyful and relieved that you were healing with each passing day.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“S’okay. Just glad you’re home.” Your hand reaches to grip his chin as soon as he’s kneeling beside the tub to bring his lips to yours. The sweet welcome quickly turning more passionate and needy when his hand caresses the column of your throat - and squeezing ever so softly - in an attempt to keep you as close as possible. Your moment is cut short though when the familiar chime of his phone echoes off the walls making Andy begrudgingly part away with an exasperated groan.

“It’s Mrs. Thompson again, I already know.”

“Call her back tomorrow. You’re off the clock with your sweet wife who really missed you,” you seductively pout beginning to untuck his button down. From the way he lowly chuckles biting the corner of his lip, he’s tempted to follow your words and throw his phone out the room, but the loud chime has both of you groaning as he searches his pocket for the currently annoying device.

“Give me five minutes, and I promise it’s you and me,” he whispers before sweetly kissing your forehead and walking out the room. His steps echoing as he desperately tried to calm Mrs. Thompson’s qualms regarding her case.

With a sigh, you sit back returning to your original position while you wait for your husband to eventually join you. Your eyes closed while you let the gentle sway of the warm water against your skin nearly drift you to sleep until fingertips along the column of your neck are bringing you back.

“One more minute and I would’ve been gone,” you smile, but it doesn’t last opening your eyes to find your husband’s ex-wife above you.

His dead ex-wife. In the same long, white dress with sunken in and gaunt features as the figure that’s been plaguing your mind all this time.

“L-Laurie?…Wha-..How-?” You can’t get your words together for the fear taking over your body and her grip tightening around your throat as she forcefully pushes you down below the surface of bubbles. No matter how much you kicked and squirmed clawing and hitting at her arm, her grip never faltered. It only tightened, seemingly locking you in place on the tub’s floor until your fight was replaced by fatigue. Your arms falling to your sides as her shadow above you became more blurry with each passing second.

At the last moment, you swear you can hear a muffled shout but you’re too far gone feeling your body start to surrender to the silence.

Something keeps you on this side though once again hearing a muffled voice that soon grows so clear you can tell it’s Andy. Can feel his hands pressing into your chest over and over until soapy water shoots from your mouth and burns your nostrils as you uncontrollably cough and sputter.

“You’re okay, you’re here. I got you,” Andy repeats holding your shaken and sobbing body close as he grabs the nearest towel to dry you off and vigorously rub his hands along your back and arms for warmth.

His words honestly for his sake just as much as yours, being shaken himself finding his love underwater and not moving.

“W-What happened huh? I leave you for five minutes a-and..” Tears run down his cheeks afraid of what could’ve been if he’d taken a minute longer. “Sweetheart I promise I won’t be mad, j-just tell me why. If you need help-,”

“It’s Laurie!,” you hoarsely answer into his neck. “It’s been her the whole time.” Eyebrows furrowed, he gently moves both of you so you’re eyes meet as his palm rests against your cheek.

“Laurie? What are you talking about, you know she’s gone.”

“I-I know it sounds crazy but I’m telling the truth! Since we moved in, she’s what I’ve been seeing a-and the figure that’s kept showing in my dreams.”

Your husband only sighs, peering at you sympathetically, “Y/N look, I know you’re stressed about the move and being a great mom, but you don’t need to be sweetheart. And you definitely don’t need to compare yourself to her-,”

“I’m not Andy! She’s only after me because she wants you! I-I didn’t know it before, but now it all makes sense.” You could feel your heart break as he continued to look at you with that same sorrowful expression. He still didn’t believe you, and you weren’t sure if he ever would.

“Baby please. You know me, I wouldn’t try to do this to myself or make this up!” One hand grips tighter around the towel wrapped firmly around you while the other holds onto Andy’s shirt snuggling as close as possible.

“Andy please,” you whisper. A lone tear falling down your cheek serving as more of your silent plea.

Remaining silent, he simply helps you to your feet placing your dark gray robe on your shoulders beginning to shake again from your shivering and shock. It was the only thing he could think to do at the moment as he slowly guided you over the threshold to your bedroom.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

•

“Hey, where is she?”

“In bed,” Andy sighs standing across the kitchen island from your aunt sat in one of the barstools. “I got her dried off and in her pajamas before I gave her one of my old sleeping pills.”

Still traumatized from your once tranquil bath, you refused to close your eyes for the longest not wanting to see Laurie again and give her a second chance to finish what she started. You just sat in the bed curled into Andy’s side as your eyes stayed fixed towards the dark bathroom and he gently rocked you back and forth with lips pressed against your temple. Andy tried assuring you everything was fine - especially with him right there with you - but how could he really?

Finally surrendering to your heavy lids that refused to stay open a minute longer, he watched as you quietly slept. Tears silently dripping down his face at the thought of almost losing you. The only person he could think to call was Genie, knowing - or hoping - you’d potentially discussed feeling depressed or overwhelmed with her.

“I’m sorry to call you over so late, I just…I know she’s been struggling with the move and then the dreams, but I thought everything was good now.” His eyes begin to water again as he grips the edge of the island. “She was back to Y/N, but then this happens and now…I-I don’t know what to do aunt Genie.”

“It’s gonna be okay Andrew, we’re gonna figure this out. Now, tell me again everything that happened.”

“She was in the tub when I got home and seemed happy. I went to take a call that took 10 minutes, at most, and by the time I came back she…”

“Take your time.”

He takes a breath, standing a bit straighter to quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. “She was underwater and she wasn’t breathing. Then when she came to she started talking about Laurie-,”

“Laurie? What about her?”

“That she was the one who pulled her under and who’s been in her dreams,” he explains passing his hand through his already unruly strands. Genie stays quiet, lightly tapping her thumbs against the black mug halfway filled with water thinking back to everything you told her over coffee a few days ago. “I didn’t think she was comparing herself so much to her.”

After your outing, you made your aunt swear she wouldn’t say anything to Andy. And if he asked, as far as she knew, your nightmares were just from stress and would eventually pass.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto that promise though. Not now after what happened.

“I’m thinking it might be a bit of postpartum depression just manifesting in different ways. In the morning I’ll call her doctor and see if we can possibly get her admitted to the Wellness Center.”

“Andy,” Genie sighs, “Don’t-,”

“I don’t want to send her, but what choice do I have? There she’ll have time to get better. Get the help she needs.”

“She’s not insane Andy. What she’s talking about - being haunted - is real. Whether you believe it or not,” your aunt states. From the way he crosses his arms in front of his chest appearing a mix of exhausted and frustrated, she sees he unsurprisingly doesn’t.

“Ghosts, spirits, whatever you wanna call them don’t exist.”

“They do. I’ve seen it firsthand enough times that when I first came here and saw my niece like that, I knew what was happening. The dreams just confirmed-,”

Andy’s heard enough, angrily slamming his hand down on the countertop startling your aunt - and waking Eli from the sound of his cries. How could she not see you needed help? Professional help. Not some “hocus pocus” nonsense.

“Y/N is sick! This isn’t some storybook fairytale! I’m not waiting around while my wife practically deteriorates in front of me! Not again!,” he shouts.

The sudden darkness from the power shutting off feels like a bad omen as a sudden chill runs over your aunt while your husband curses under his breath searching the drawers for a flashlight.

“Probably just the wind messing with the lines. I’ll be back.”

“Andy…,” your aunt calls in a warning tone, but he continues towards the basement.

“I’ll be fine. Check on Eli then both of you go to our bedroom and stay there while I try to figure out what’s going on, okay?”

Her intuition knew this was more than just faulty lights. So badly she wanted to give Andy a little shake before forcing him to bring his family to her house where they would be safe. But - knowing it’s all she could do - she only nodded, watching as the stubborn lawyer passed through the creaky door next to the hall closet and descended down the steps. His feet thudding against the light wood until she couldn’t hear them anymore.

•

“Dammit,” Andy whispers to himself frustratedly trying the switches on the breaker once again. Still, nothing happened.

If it truly was the the power lines, utility workers would come but probably not until the morning. Maybe you and Eli could stay with your aunt for the rest of the night and tomorrow while he sta-

“Andy,” a familiar voice whispers making him quickly turn with the flashlight beaming into the darkness in front of him. It calls again making his brows furrow as he steps closer in the direction the voice was coming from.

“Y/N? Baby you don’t need to be down h-,” he begins but immediately stops feeling his blood and every cell in his body run cold at the sight of his ex-wife. She appeared in exactly the same shape he last saw her the morning of the accident. Brunette hair tucked behind her ears and stopping just past her shoulder blades. Her brown eyes bright as she gazed at him with a soft smile on her lips and arms out calling him forward.

“Come home Andy.”

He’s dumbfounded and unable to speak watching his ex-wife step closer and closer in her shin-length white dress reminiscent of a negligee. His mind struggling to understand how this could be. Before she can touch his hand, the basement door up the steps opens to show a flashlight bouncing with every step down.

“Andy? You okay?,” Genie calls halfway down the staircase.

Just as fast as she appeared, she’s gone again leaving him more stunned with heart pounding in his chest than when she was in front of him.

You were right.

Laurie was the plague eating at you since you moved in and it was all inadvertently because of him. Her continued love that turned into possessiveness unable to see him moved on and happy with someone else.

“Andy…what happened?” Now in front of him, Genie had seen the look on his face enough times to recognize he saw something unexplainable. It was similar to the one on her own father’s face all those years ago waking up from his time with the woman after her mother.

“Y/N and Eli,” he mutters trying to rush past, but Genie grabs hold of his arm to stop him.

“They’re fine and still sleeping. What did you see?”

“…it was her. I-I saw Laurie.”

“And what happened?”

“She told me to come home. W-What does she mean?”

“Probably that she wants you to come with her on that side. Be a family again.”

Andy would never regret his time with Laurie. Although it had its rough moments, there was still happiness. She was his first love who gave him his first child and was there for the biggest moments of his life. A piece of his heart would always hold her place til the day he passed on.

You though? You were his saving grace restoring light and love in his life when he thought there couldn’t possibly be anymore. You healed his soul and gave him a new family when he didn’t feel worthy of one anymore. You didn’t just own his heart, you were his heart. Every little thing about you - even the things you hated and tried to hide - kept him breathing and every part of him moving and able to function.

You - and now Eli - were his reason to live, and he’d be damned if anyone tried to take you from him or vice versa.

“And how do I get her to stop?,” he asks more determined now to end Laurie’s presence in his home.

“Something of hers that’s in your possession is still holding her to you. Whether it’s a picture, note-,”

“Her ring,” he whispers mentally kicking himself for keeping it in the first place.

“Okay then, we need to destroy it. Burn it while also chanting a cleansing prayer that will rid her from this side and send her on,” Genie explains as he follows along appearing more receptive this time than in the kitchen moments ago. “Give me the ring and I’ll-,”

Andy shakes his head. “No, this is for me to do. I caused this and it’s me she’s after, so I need to handle it.”

“That’s very commendable, but you don’t know what you’re up against Andrew. It’s dangerous and you not having dealt with this before could end very bad.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see what happens then, because I’m not leaving this house until she’s gone and my family is safe.”

|Day 27|

Your head feels woozy waking up to the sound of birds chirping and a single beam of sun coming through the split in the thick curtains. Stretching out your arm in search of your husband, you’re a bit disappointed not to feel his body or see him as you turn to what would be his side.

That’s when your vision settles and you realize you’re not home. No longer in your bed - and definitely not in your room - recognizing the standing lamp in the corner of the room qualms your oncoming worries while you carefully sit up with your back against the headboard.

“A-Aunt Genie?!,” you call leaning forward to try to hear any noise from the rest of the house. Soon you can tell the shuffle of her feet down the hall as she babbles with baby Eli to make him laugh.

“Let’s see how mommy’s doing,” she whispers to your son before opening the door and cutting on the nearby lamp. “Hey, how ya feeling babygirl?”

“A little off because of the meds, but good.” Handing Eli to you as she sits on the side of the bed, he easily brings a wide smile to your face with his own gummy one happy to be back in your arms again. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle and nose scrunches remind you so much of your husband who was currently missing. “Where’s Andy?”

“He’s uh back at the house.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

Taking a slight pause, she tries to figure out the best way to break everything to you. With every option though, she doesn’t see it ending well and worries herself about your possible setback.

“How much of last night do you remember?,” she carefully asks.

“Well, I fed this one,” you begin, tickling Eli in that spot under his chin that always had the biggest grin appearing on his face along with his adorable giggle. “Put him to bed, then I-,”

Your hand reaches for your neck remembering the tight grip that almost took this day away from you. Almost took you away from your family.

Noticing your mood fall, Genie is quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders and squeeze just the right amount for your comfort. “It’s alright, you’re safe.”

“W-Why did Andy stay home? And why are we here?”

“Because he’s getting rid of Laurie. For good.”

“By himself?!”

“I warned him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she explains. “He said it was something he had to do, so I gave him the most explicit directions I could and he told me to take you and Eli.” Now that you think about it, at some point in the night it seemed you could feel his soft lips on your temple. You just wrote it off as a dream, but hearing what he did makes you believe the opposite. That maybe it was for just in case that’d be his last chance to do such a small action.

Thinking about it makes your eyes begin to water as you try to focus on your calm baby boy lying in your arms. The pain in your heart grows by the minute though only able to think of Andy.

“Have you heard from him since?”

She shakes her head. The silence around the both of you nearly painful as you expect the worst seeing that it was already almost 12 in the afternoon.

“I need to go back.”

“No, I’ll go back. You-,”

The sudden knock on the front door has both of your heads whipping in the direction of the heavy sound curious of who it could be. Of course you wished it was your husband; safe, sound, and excited to bring his family home, but from the glare of a flashing blue and red light you could feel your world begin to crumble.

“Wait here,” your aunt instructs swiftly sliding from the bed to hurry down the hall. The faint clicks of the locks carry to your room along with her polite, “Hello officer.” You lean forward trying to hear more, but it’s only whispers which confirms your earlier suspicions.

A lone tear slides down your cheek as you hold Eli a bit closer to your chest. He’s blissfully oblivious to what’s going on - how their lives would surely change with the loss of a truly wonderful and loving man - which only makes your heart break more.

Leaving a peck on his forehead, you gently begin rocking your baby back and forth trying to focus on something else other than your hurt. Your tears now falling heavier and lips quivering.

“We’re gonna be okay sweet boy. I promise.”

“Could’ve sworn I said the same to you.”

Looking up to see your husband again is the greatest relief you’ve experienced, smiling wide and not caring how much of a mess you may look with tears on your face and nose running.

He’s quick to press his lips against Eli’s forehead and making him giggle from tickling his belly before they’re on yours savoring your taste while also showing how much he missed you. A small whimper echoing in his throat from you accidentally bumping the cut on his bottom one. “Sorry.”

He chuckles, “It’s worth it.”

There’s a cut over his eyebrow covered by a bandage and bruises littering his skin from his face, down to his arms - and possibly lower from how dirty his pants look. The way he carefully sits on the bed and winces every now and then you can tell he’s also sore.

“What happened?”

“As you can probably tell she put up a fight. Ended up setting off the security system just as I finished the prayer and knocking me out in the process. Because they couldn’t get me, they sent police out who found me and called the ambulance.”

“But no one called me.”

“Because I told them not to. It was already late and I knew that pill would have you out for the rest of the night. Plus they would’ve just kept questioning you like they did me. They think it was a home invasion, and I just went along with it.”

But both of you know better, and it’s a secret that’ll forever stay between you.

“So now what? S-She’s really gone?”

“Well,” Andy sighs taking a now sleeping Eli from your arms to hold against his chest - needing to feel that rapid patter of his little boy’s heart to remind him how he truly made it back to his loves - before wrapping an arm around your shoulder while you carefully sink into his side, “as for the police, they’ll more than likely give up since they won’t find anything and I’ll tell them that’s okay. As for Laurie, we won’t have any problems from her.”

That sentence alone brings tears to your eyes again finally being done with her torment. No more scars - be it physical or mental - and nothing trying to separate you from Andy.

Hopefully through everything you’ve experienced you’ve proven to the universe how bonded you truly are, and can have true peace with the man you love so much.

“I hope you’re right,” you whisper feeling your eyes begin to flutter close after leaving a peck on his chest.

“If I’m not, I won’t stop until my family’s safe. I promised you that, and I’ll die before that gets broken.”

*So I’ve had this in my drafts since last Halloween (yes you read that right😓) and finally got the motivation to finish it☺️! I hope you guys like this little intro story to my spooky season line up (yes I’m starting now so hopefully I can get more out than I could last year lol).

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In the waves of your love , I wish to drown🌊🌊🌊

Pairing: Andy barber x reader

Warning: fluff and implied smut at the very end, no spoilers for defending Jacob.

Word count: around 300

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A/n : I love him .

sorry for any grammatical error . No beta read , all mistakes my own!

Reblogs and feedback are always and most appreciated 🥰🥰🥰 please let me know what you think, dear !❤️

Not that it's a secret that Andy loves you

But he never misses any chance to show you how much

He always have his hand resting on your back , his touch providing a sense of comfort and safety

Always kisses your forehead like morning, evening, noon, night

He hugs you whenever he sees you , before leaving for work, after coming back, when you achieve something, when you smile

He makes you dance with him after you both finish dinner or in the meantime, when you're him make breakfast

When you both go out he does a little slow dance, without any background music , just both of you staring at each other, giggling at silly jokes or appreciating each other in your lives

His favorite move is the one where you rest your head on his shoulder, your back to his chest and both your hands intertwined with his , while he sways you both

Just before your date start he takes both your hands in his, kissing each one softly , while he stares intently. His gaze never falters even when you shy away and just when you scold him with a light chuckle followed by whine of his name he chuckles back at your reaction

He softly cups your face and leans in to kiss your lips softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb and humming in the kiss

He starts with how much he appreciate you, how beautiful you are not only in appearance but as in your personality too

He tells you that your smile is one of his favorite, and that always makes you smile

You both go out for ice cream or any desserts after your date while walking

You both find it comforting when you both talk while walking for a while

You both play silly games after finishing your deserts, finding an odd comfort when the sky turns black

Like hide and seek, catching each other , blindfolding the 9ther while the one laughs and giggles uncontrollably

The date are mostly once a week , you both agreed , but it could be any day if you want to

The only difference is the food and rest is same at home

Your home. Your Andy. And You

He brings you mini toys of Marvel characters, pens, diary , stickers cause he knows how much you like those

You both go shopping like twice a month , and he showers you with anything you ask for

Always holds your hand in public, a gesture you find comforting

And after your trips you both end up on the couch, cuddling, talking about stuff, or on bed with you screaming his name from pleasure....

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since you want incest stories, i got one! andy barber remarried and has a step daughter who doesn't listen on what he says and wears slightly revealing clothes. so he decided to punish her for it

Andy's Reward

The mirror fogs up in your parents bathroom, air humid as hell from the showers hot water. The temperature rises, makes your wet, smooth cocoa brown skin warm to the touch. The steam billows from underneath the closed door like a thick mist but your oblivious to it all as you spread your legs wider on the shower floor, shower head aimed between your legs.

The water shoots out in firm streams colliding against your sensitivite clit and you have to bite your bottom lip hard to prevent from moaning aloud. It feels too fucking good, makes your head thump back against the wall of the shower as you move the shower head left to right slowly. Your brown and caramel ombre braids get a bit wet as you lose yourself in the sensations between your legs.

Your pussy flutters, the empty feeling in your core making your mind drift to the only man you wanna fuck. Your step father's face swims in you're mind making you shiver. Fuck, what would he do if he could see you now? Maybe slip his hands into his pants to stroke his girth as he listened to your soft moans. Would he scold you for being such a little slut for him? You fuckin hope so.

"Haaaaah, oooh fuck.. ah, ahaa shit.. Mmmmm.."

The throbbing below intensifies as you imagine him doing just that; has small gasps swimmin up your throat as you try and fail to stay silent. You really don't care if Andy hears you, fuckin want him to so damn much. But you don't think you could look your hardass mom in the eye ever again if she did. Since your not sure if shes left for the day yet, you try your hardest to keep quiet as you think about ya mother's fine ass husband.

It's sending you straight to the heavens visualizing Andy standing over you, dick tenting in his suit, as he spanks your ass unforgivingly. He'd stare, gorgeous blue eyes raking over you with intense desire, licking at his sensual pink lips as his hands roamed every inch of your young body. What you really wanna feel is the sting of his punishment, have the palm of his hand printed on your ass for days.

It's no use trying to stave off your orgasm anymore, the bubbling beating building as you switch to spray quick small circles on your clit. You pulsate intensely as you daydream of your step dad sticking his clothed dick between your firm brown ass cheeks as his big hands paints them red.

Andy doesnt usually speak in your minds eye, so it completely throws you off track when you hear a knock coupled with his sexy commanding tone speaking on the other side of the door.

"Hey, I really needa shower. You've been in there over an hour, honey. Gotta finish up now sweetheart, its my turn."

It's impossible to comprehend what he says through the pounding in your ears, only know his voice is the extra little push you need to gush all over the shower floor. You throw caution out the window and let your agonized moans out into the air freely. Your hips hump upwards repeatedly, wishin to God Andy would come in to assist you. You don't meant squeal his name, your sounds uncontrollable as you move the shower head closer to pussy.

"Uh, uh! Oh! Andyyyyyy! Ohfuckfuck, feelsoooogood! F-fuh! AH!! Uh, Daddyyyy!"

Your orgasm amplifies, noisy unauthorized pleas for Andy to do any and everything to you slip out knowing he's just on the other side of the door. Was he listening? Maybe touching and groping his big dick through his black jogging pants; they're your fave ones that leave nothing to the imagination. Fuck, maybe he pulled his cock out for a stroke after listening to you whine his name.

When you're finally done cumming you realize how quiet it is outside the bathroom door. It's undeniable that he heard you, knows you were thinking of him as you played with your little puss in his shower. You can't help but to be a little apprehensive as you stand, shut off the shower and step out to dry off.

When you finish and open the door you step into your parents empty bedroom, a lavender towel slung around your damp body. Andy is nowhere in sight. You do however see the time on your mothers blinking alarm clock and race to your bedroom. Clothes already laid out on your bed, you hastily rub on your favorite lotion and get dressed. After fixing the part in your hair, you take a glance out your bedroom window from the second floor.

Your mom's small black Mercedes sits in the driveway, Andy's suv is missing from its usually spot parallel from hers. SHIT! You had hoped she was outta the house already. Would Andy tell her what he just witnessed? Well he could try but your mother hardly ever gave him more than 5 minutes of her time. Made you wonder if she wasn't getting attention from him, then who?

You just dont understand how your she's able to stay away away from her smart, handsome new husband. Only married for 6 months, she spends her time with anyone, anywhere else. As a young adult, it been like a decade since you wanted to be attached to your mother's hip so on some level you were happy she stayed gone and away from the house. (This just meant Daddy was left home all alone, perfectly wrapped gift just for you.)

And when she was home, she constantly complained about him wanting to spend time with her. You know for a fact they haven't fucked since their honeymoon months ago. It was baffling considering you'd be honored to sit on the man's dick, be his perfect little hole to fuck into at the drop of a pin.

Grabbing your backpack, you bound down the stairs, taking two at a time. Your tits and ass flop up and down wildly, the ripped, black denim booty shorts and sheer, thin, too small spaghetti strap doing nothing to help contain them.

Rounding the corner to the kitchen, expecting the worst, you see Andy there alone. He's bent over the counter with back to you, scrolling on his phone. Your mother's thankfully nowhere in sight, and you let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. Your shoulders lower a bit, some of the tension in your body leaving you. Opening the fridge door, you loudly announcing your presence.

The noise makes Andy's back straighten immediately, standing at his full height refusing to face you. You break the awkward silence after taking a swig of juice from the carton and setting it back on the shelf.

"Where's mom?" Closing the door to the fridge you lean against its and stare at his backside.

"She's, uh.. She's already gone for the day. Let her use my truck.." He is voice trails off like that's the last thing on his mind.

"Surprise, surprise." Sarcam laces your tone as your eyes travel up and down Andy's figure.

He's still wearing his navy blue muscle shirt and black jogging pants from his run. A light perspiration still covered his athletic frame; must be why he needed a shower. Makes his skin glisten and you're instantly a bit jealous you didn't get a front row seat to see him work up that sweat; witness for yourself how his chubby dick looked swingin while he worked out.

The defined muscles in his shoulders and back look stiff as a board. He stands stagnant against the counter. You wish you could see his eyes; really wanted know what the hell he was thinking. Was he mad? Maybe horny? Lord knows you are. It's hard to ignore your weepy little puss dripping straight into your shorts since you skipped out on panties today.

"Look," Andy begins, finally turning to face you.

He stops dead in his tracks once he sees your outfit. Can almost see your dark nipples in your damn near see through shirt. If you could call that a shirt. It's more like a scrap of cloth, barely covering your voluptuous breasts. And your shorts are no better; the outline of your little pussy lips peek out at him through the fabric. Andy can only imagine what the fuck you look like from the back.

His cheeks heat up, but not from embarrassment. He's fuckin pissed! First he catches you playin with yourself when your motherly could have easily returned and done the same. You moaned his name like his own personal floozy while cumming, then skip in here like nothing fuckin happened. Him turning around to see you dressed like a build-a-whore is icing on the cake.

"What. The fuck. Are you wearing.." Andy speaks through clenched teeth as he continues to assess your outfit.

His 180 from normal to enraged gives you whiplash. It kinda scares you a bit. His tone prevents you from answering right away, afraid to say the wrong thing to your furious step father. He glares at your scantily clothed body as your moans from the shower play on loop in his head.

"Andy, I-" your quick to silence yourself as he stomps your way angrily.

The stiff bobbing tent in his pants catches your attention immediately as he slips his cell in his pocket. He backs you up into the fridge, large palms laying flat on each side of your head. His strong athletic build and brawny arms cage you into place as he presses his rigid dick against you. It's so hot and hard that you gasp aloud. Your eyes involuntarily dart down to Andy's twitching bulge protruding from his pants, before snapping them back to his as he starts to speak.

"I don't know what the fuck has gotten in to you today but I've had enough. Normally I'm good with your bratty ass behavior. From you're bad ass not so secretly starin at my dick in front of your mother or purposefully fuckin rubbin against me when I let you sit in my lap. But today you've gone too God damn far. Naked. NOW."

The way he irrefutably snarls his demand has your pussy drooling as you think about if you should comply. He takes a small step back to give you space to undress, eye fucking you blatantly while he crosses his arms on his chest. There really isn't any room to decline or try to escape. Andy looks fuckin pissed; your not sure sure what he'd do to you if you tried. Your heart pounds in your chest as you think about if you wanna find out.

No, You stash that game away for another time as you strip outta your shirt. He's intently focused on every inch of you, especially the way your tits swing low as you bend to peel your shorts from your full figured hips. You step outta them and toss your clothes to the side as you put your naked body on display for Andy.

"You're so fuckin pretty, honey. So God damn perfect for me huh?" His tone softer this time.

He ogles you fixedly, appreciating the almost ethereal glow to your perfect brown skin. Fuckin fat 8" dick so intolerably taut, he unsheathes it and starts to pump. Stiff nipples stare back from perky plump round tits making him wanna wrap his lips around them, suck em to see what kind of pretty noises you would make.

And normally he would do that, get you nice and wet to take his large prick. Not today, not after your infuriating behavior. You were going to learn the kind of Daddy he was. And he's not the type to compensate mischievous behavior.

"Fuck you're gonna regret actin' up sweetheart. Seems like you needa reminder of whose really in charge. I'm gonna show you what I can do to a little bratty girl like you. So keep your mouth fuckin shut, be my good princess and I might just reward you."

Andy traces a finger down the sides of your pillowy soft breasts to your tummy. Doesn't stop till he gets to the wet stickness covering the inside of your thick chocolate thighs. He scoops at your arousal, takes a moment to groan and savor your taste as you softly tremble in anticipation. Fuck, you had an unbearable craving for him to lick up into your drippin pussy but your step father has other plans.

Andy bends at the knees, his strong solid forearms hooking behind your knees. When he stands you're spread wide over his angry lookin dick; the motion so flawlessly swift that you gasp. The head of his cock settles at your entrance and your drenched little puss starts to drip on him. You've never seen one so big and it makes you nervous as fuck. Will he fit?

He doesn't give you more than a second to ponder this before his hips buck into yours, skewering you with the tip of his wide dick. The stretch is fucking brutal; has your head thunking against the fridge door as you cry out. Your nails dig into his shoulder and you blankly stare at the ceiling above. Fuck, he's HUGE!

But your stepfather doesn't think your response is visceral enough. Plants his feet, aims for your soaked hole and bounces you on his dicks head. The muscles in his thigh strain as he uses gravity to help fuck you viciously. He's not even in halfway but your sobs are loud, y/e/c eyes tearing up as you push and whine at him frantically.

"Sweetheart, if you wanna keep fightin me, I can more than bet you Daddy can really give you somethin to fight me about." He warns you and wrecks you simultaneously.

Andy's doesn't give a damn, smiles proudly at his handiwork. He quickly pulls out only to slam back in, penetrateing your quivering walls with frenzied strokes. He's presses his pecs to your tits, can feel how your heart beat hammers in your heaving chest. The feeling of his warm breath tickles your ear. His palms are scalding on the top of your thighs as he forces the first few inches of his dick into you repeatedly while your wails fill the kitchen.

"A-And- pleeeease! Toomuch, itstoooobig! Hah! Andyyyyyy, pleasepleaseplease! Ohfuh- AH!"

Those pretty pleas are music to your stepfather's ears as he attempts to spear you further. Your pussy resists, clenching around him hard, seemingly trying to strangle his cock. The hold of your tortured little puss has him groaning his pleasure through clenched teeth as it prevents him access.

"Open up for Daddy- aaaahfuuuck!- lemme in, honeeeey."

Andy sharply shoves into you, his strong hips knock into yours roughly, the unintentional pushing on your throbbing clit leaving you to pant heavily. It's not enough to make you cum but it does compel your delicate walls to flutter rapidly, finally offering him the chance hastily probe deeper. His breath puffs out triumphantly as he finally gets in halfway.

You sqeal, eyes wide as saucers while you scratch and slap at his face, shoulders and neck. Your weak blows do nothing. Andy doesn't even notice as he stares hungrily at the where he invades your feeble body. He's feral with how he punishes you and you're helpless, completely defenseless to the gratingly deep strokes that threaten to break you. Andy's groaning at your ear increases in volume but you're too fucked out to notice.

"Fuck! Sooogood! Gonna make me bu-shit! Fuckin bust before I even g-get all the way in princess."

The pressure in your tummy is overwhelming, makes your eyes roll back and arms hang limply at your sides. All of your energy goes into breathing as your pliant frame sags against the fridge door. Overstimulation sparks like wild fire and your tears finally fall from your long lashes and stretching down your cheeks.

"Ahhhhhh fuuuuuck y/n, can't take this tiny lil pussy! Milkin my dick sooooo good, perfect girl. Myperfectgirl, soooo goodtome! FUCK!"

You moan as Andy tugs his dick from your destroyed little puss, letting your legs slide from his arms to the floor. You wobble on your feet before your knees buckle and you slump downward, eye level with his dick. You almost fight your muddled mind to stay conscious and try to breathe while he tightly grips you your braids and aims his cock at your dazed face.

Your stepfather howls as he sprays a massive spurt of cum at your open mouth. The hot liquid runs messing down your chin as the next one splashes heavily against your cheek. You close your eyes as his cum rains down your face like a hot ass waterfall. Andy can't take his eyes off you as he paints your face.

"Haaaaah! Holy fuuuuck y/n! Ahhh, feelssogood baby girl! YoursogoodtoDaddy!" His praises for you jumble together as the pleasure in his dick rises.

His 6th shot takes him by surprise. It's fucking intense and has his thick dick convulsing in his hand. He aims at your gorgeous tits, still holding you in place by your braids, watching intently as he sprays your flawless brown skin milky white with his nut. Andy groans loudly at the way he let's the rest of his release leak on your perfect stiff nipples.

Your stepfathers quick to grab his cell and snaps more than a few pictures of your ruined state. You're damn near shell-shocked, beyond willing to accept whatever he decides to do. But your so fuckin greatful he didnt get a chance to get to the hilt, you know now how much more ferocious that'll be.

He gives a small appreciating hum when he notices you still swallowing around his cum. Andy sticks his phone back in his pocket, finally letting go of your hair as he uses a finger to push a glob of his cum back between your lips.

"Did you like Daddy's reward, honey?"

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