#dark!Andy Barber x reader

[bunnyscraft]

What about Andy Barber with a cheating / getting back at kink

Like he knows Laurie is cheating on him so he turns to you

Dark!Andy Barber x Younger!Reader | Guilty

Bunny’s Note : oooo spicy !! Always love some dark!Andy Barber !! Hope you enjoy this one <3

Warnings : slight! dub-con, darkish!Andy, cheating, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), inexperienced!Reader, mean!Andy, slight misogyny, BIG AGE GAP !!

Andy’s pov:

I’d made it two steps into the pristine seemingly empty home before I heard it—the obnoxiously loud ringing of my wife’s phone. The shrill sound of the speaker shouldn’t have irritated me more than the reason for the call.

I knew who it was. Who he was.

Laurie’s feet thumped down the hallway—always quick to pick up the unknown caller or send it straight to voicemail before mumbling on about annoying telemarketers and asking how my day was.

I knew what she was doing.

I watched as her chipped red nails flipped the device over—screen now flat against the cold expensive marble that stood in the middle of our kitchen. “Oh! Ands—baby,” she faked surprise, moving around the counter to conduct our mandatory kiss. What once used to be the most exciting part of my day—I was about to get laid—now blended in with my other daily duties.

It’s Thursday—take out the trash.

Don’t forget to schedule with the groomer.

Take a handful of vitamins because apparently—I am now old.

Kiss cheating wife.

Go to work.

She leaned in, kissed the corner of my mouth as quickly as one could. I didn’t bother to return it and she didn’t bother to care—no she only continued to clamber around the kitchen searching for her bag and shoes and whatever else she’d need for her night out of pretending she wasn’t a mother and wasn’t in her mid forties and definitely wasn’t a married woman sleeping with drunk men in their twenties.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, babe. Sorry it’s such short notice—you know Susan can’t bake it all without me. She’ll definitely need my help with the bake sale and—” Laurie rambled on, picking up her phone and anxiously tapping through it.

She seemed to have forgotten that Susan didn’t know shit about baking and that our son, who was now a senior in high school, was possibly a little too old to have a mother host a bake sale for him.

All of these things—the bullshit lies and the shifty behavior—should have hurt me. Maybe they should have triggered a sort of dominance in me to protect my family or confront my wife. But no, in moments like these, I felt nothing.

“Oh and y/n is here—upstairs with Jacob.” She revealed—voice laced with annoyance. “You make sure she doesn’t try anything on him—she dresses like some kind of slutty-church girl. It’s weird and I don’t want that kind of influence around him. Especially right now.”

I had to bite back a smirk. It was almost comical—her calling you a slut, not that I’d disagree.

Y/n was a cute little thing—always smiling and offering to help when she’d find me covered in grass and dirt—dripping with sweat from working meticulously on our perfect suburban yard. She’d always stand there in some little sundress that would barely reach her knees and pristine white socks—obviously not dressed for the job but always ready to help old Mr. Barber out.

I’d never let her—dirtying a little thing like that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, like the old pervert I’ve grown into, I’d have her run inside the house for me for water—just to watch the little sway of her ass as she turned to do what I said, then ogle at the bounce of her tits when she’d skip back.

I’ll admit—I was a creep, I am a creep, but she had a slutty side to her.

Every now and then i’d jolt awake to the flash of y/n’s headlights shining through my window in the peak hours of the night—my bed uncomfortably empty. Were you like Laurie, y/n?Spending long nights out—lying and hiding about where and what you had been doing, either to your absent parents or doting boyfriend?

I had decided that that’s what she was: a little desperate slut—eager for the attention of an older man. It made me feel better to think of y/n this way. It kept me from focusing on those times when her soft laugh stuck a little too long in my head or when her comforting squeezes to my shoulder caused more than just a slight hard-on.

They caused emotions to spill.

I had written it all out in my head—a story on what this oblivious girl was really like.

You were easy—an easy little girl who was desperate for any form of male attention. Sure I didn’t really have enough evidence to back this claim, but I would stand by it.

Thats probably why you, once again, were helping Jacob prepare for his final exams—my son seemed to be under your spell too.

“Yeah sure.” I grunted, though Laurie was already more than halfway to the door, fidgeting anxiously with her keys.

Hours later—Laurie was gone. Empty goodbyes exchanged and forgotten. Andy was now on the couch—he’d not even bothered to rid himself of his button up and slacks for pajamas. His suit jacket hung over the couch and his white button up laid untucked and wrinkled against his torso as he apathetically listened to the news.

He’d stay like this—still and unfeeling until he had the energy to do it all again. At least Laurie didn’t require him to be fake—no she simply accepted that he accepted her infidelity and that if she were to comment on his behavior it would only backfire on her forcing them both into that ever looming, uncomfortable, conversation.

Andy had just began to zone out fully, the commercial for LED sprinkler lights turning into white noise—when the soft taps of feet sounded from the stairs. Your soft hums surrounding him in a sirens call—a warning of his inevitable fate.

His breathing became rigged—his eyes sealed shut as if he were an animal playing dead, hoping you’d walk right past him and out the front door—because if you didn’t, he knew he’d become just like Laurie. He knew he would no longer have the right to be bitter.

He would be just as guilty—thus no longer having the upper hand.

The smell of your floral-y perfume began to surround him. Sweet and warm—just what a girl like you should be—and it caused him to tightly grip the expensive leather couch.

“Mr. Barber? I know you’re awake~” You’d giggled. Andy had sensed your presence had gotten closer—he assumed you had now been standing directly in front of him—probably twirling your hair like some sick-man’s favorite porn star, giving him those big alien-fuckdoll ‘fuck me’ eyes.

“Mr. Barber? a-are you okay? you’ve been down here for a few hours and—” you’d carried on worriedly. Andy’s eyes finally cracked open—you were worried about him. And it had caused Andy to swoon.

Taking you in, he began to realize you’d looked nothing like he expected you to, well besides the checkered skirt and teddy bear soft sweater, no instead of alien-fuckdoll-pornstar, you looked worried. Your smaller soft hands fidgeted with each other and your eyebrows pulled together from nerves. Andy felt the strong urge to grab you—pull you into him and hold you until your concern suffocated him. Not that Andy had felt love, real love, in such a long time—but a small voice was gnawing at him to give it to you.

When you had gotten no response you moved closer—now standing between his spread legs, watching as his emotionless eyes darted across your face. So you tried again. “Mr. Barber I really think you should go to bed—or eat something. Andy—”

“You think I need to go to bed?” Andy asked, his eyes not giving way to his intentions. His voice was gruff—and tired. It made you nervous.

“I-I do, Sir.”

Andy hummed at your response, as if thinking it over. A darkness emitting from his actions.

“No. No, I don’t need that. Figure something else out. What do I really need y/n?” Andy urged, not bothering to hide his smirk and not really caring that he let you see. You looked so scared—worried for him but so so scared.

“I know you’re a smart girl, honey. Go on—show me what I need.” He urged, thick thighs spreading Knowing—hoping you’d get the hint.

You swallowed harshly. You weren’t oblivious to sex, you weren’t a virgin. But you’d never slept with someone so much older than you, someone married, and you had never even been able to cum or even sucked a cock before. Yet, you were curious—would he be gentle with you?

Slowly you sank down, the dark rug scraping against your knees surely leaving burns. Being eye-level with his bulge but refusing to look towards it.

Andy’s heart swelled with pride at how well you obeyed. “That’s all it takes, Honey? Just need a’ man to be a’ little bit bossy and you’re happy to be on your knees.” He belittled, watching as your puffy cheeks flushed red. “Go on then, baby, take daddy’s cock out. We both know that’s what you’re here for.”

A pathetic whine crawled it’s way up your throat and passed through your lips before you could catch it—adding onto your embarrassment. Shakily you moved to unbutton his slacks, fingers lightly brushing against the outline of his cock. Andy groaned at the sight of you—Your pretty eyes well up with salty tears, pouty bottom lip caught by your teeth, trying to free his cock without actually touching it.

For a moment Andy thought—No you couldn’t possibly—

“Honey,” Andy drawled, taking your dainty hands in his. His touch and tone suddenly much softer. “Has a man ever gotten you on your knees like this, Honey?”

Suddenly heat flooded your being—either from embarrassment or excitement or both. You quickly hid away from his questioning eyes, afraid to tell him that: No, you hadn’t ever been on your knees for a man before.

Andy’s thumb began to rub small shapes around your hands. Soothing you as he waited for an answer before realizing that the younger girl in front of him hadn’t. He felt as if he’d struck gold—the universe was giving him what he rightfully deserved.

“Look at me, Baby.” He commanded, grasping you chin, tilting your head up. “Answer me this time—has a man ever gotten on his knees for you, Honey?” He didn’t miss the way your thighs began to shake, just slightly.

“I-I…I don’t know what you…No. No sir—”

A savage growl ripped through the room and before you knew it—you were sprawled out on the couch, pillow under your head, and Andy between your thighs.

“Fuck baby,” He groaned, taking in your wetness that had by now ruined the delicate fabric of your panties, “Daddy’s gonna eat this little pussy, m’kay, baby? Then when daddy’s done,” he paused, leaving starved kisses and bites along the insides of your thighs. “You’re gonna gonna take me—lemme claim you, honey”

His words had your head spinning. Here you were, about to let a man twice your age, a married man, eat you out on his couch. Andy’s hands moved up your thighs, leaving little excited tingles, before settling on your hips. “Fuck. These little panties are so fucking cute, Honey.” He admired, tugging at the little black bow that sat above the white lace. “Andy don’t-" you tried to stop him from ripping the lace, because you too thought they were cute, only to receive a harsh strike to the outside of your thigh. “Don’t go dumb on me already, little girl. I told you to call me something, not any of this ‘Andy’ bullshit.” Before you could even muster an ‘I’m sorry Daddy’ he was ripping them down your thighs, before diving into your pussy.

The sounds spilling from his mouth mixed with your own wetness was so obscene it had you shuffling away from the embarrassment, only for his left hand to land on your tummy, firmly holding you in place. “God—fuck I should have done this a long fucking time ago,” he said between breaths, “could have been in this pretty pussy instead of waiting on my goddamn whore of a wife.”

His wife. Oh god his fucking wife. “a-andy we c-cant! what if l-laurie walks in?” you tremble, terrified of being caught with your friend’s—father’s face between your thighs by said friend’s mother. Your protest only seem to egg him on. A pleasantly painful burn making its appearance on your skin—due to the friction of his beard.

“Laurie,” Andy spits, “doesn’t fucking matter.” His words are harsh. And a part of you hurts for Laurie, but that hurt quickly vanishes as your visions begins to fuzz and tummy begins to tighten—suddenly all you can focus on is the impending approach—not your guilt. Your thighs clamp around Andy’s head, and he welcomes the pressure—happy to be making his girl feel her first real orgasm. He even chuckles when they begin to shake.

“You gonna cum, little girl? Cum on daddy’s tongue?” He patronizes, fingers harshly flicking your bud before he begins to fuck you with his tongue.

“a-andy! I think—It feels funny—im gonna,”

“Say it, baby. Tell daddy you’re gonna cum.”

“Im cumming, Daddy!”

Your hands tightly grasp his brown locks as stars begin to cloud your eyes. Crying out a series of whines and ‘thank you Daddy’’s. The sensitivity of it all becoming too much as his tongue laps up your slick.

You had never experienced something so intensely before—your body was giving out, ready to fall into a warm sleep.

That is—until his dark chuckles began to surround your hazzy mind.

“I tire you out, honey?” He laughed, leaning over your smaller frame. “Can’t believe you’ve been starving me of this cute little body.”

His fingers were gentle—lightly tracing the teeth marks he’d left along the inside of your thigh. They hurt and were still very fresh but you found his touch comforting—almost sweet.

“a-andy? can I ask you something?” Your soft voice broke through the silence.

Andy hummed, blue eyes intense but encouraging you to continue.

“Andy…can you kiss me?”

In that moment he knew. He knew you couldn’t just be a simple fuck. Or some simple slut he used to take his marital frustrations out on.

You had a future so different from his present—and he was willing to use everything at his disposal to solidify that it was with him.

bunny’s note : Thanks for reading! Comments and reblogs are what keeps me writing so feel free to do so!!

Taglist : @themotherofhorses @mgkbabygirl @yessirsargeantbarnes @thedarthpancakes @openup-yourmind @booksandbenbarnes @siriusjohnpotter @clearwatersfalling @juulle987 @leesbadussy @rach2602 @slashersluttt @kitty1960 @phildunphyisadilf @charmed-asylum @dopeqff @pono-pura-vida @peacinourtime82 @buckgasms

#bunny rambles 🎟 #Gossip Bun 💋 #andy barber x reader #Andy Barber #chris evans characters #chris evans #Dark!Andy Barber x reader #dark!andy barber #Daddy!Andy Barber x reader #ari levinson x reader #daddy!stucky x little!reader #daddy!steve #dilf steve rogers

[mrsdarkandyandere7]

Bad Neighbour

Pairing: Dark Andy Barber x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

More at Masterlist

SUMMARY: Your neighbor is set on having you, no matter what you say. 

WARNINGS: Harassing.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

--

“Andy, just leave me alone!” you almost yell but a small whine from your baby girl reminds you to keep it low.

You bounce your daughter on your chest, a hand protectively holding her tiny head, as if it would keep Andy’s attention away from her. You definitely don’t want her to grab his attention. 

“I just want to talk to you, c’mon. Talk things out for our future together.” Andy takes a step closer to you, forcing you to quickly bounce backwards to put the couch in between you.

Trapped, that’s exactly how you feel. Andy is placed on the door’s way, your phone is upstairs and your husband is gone on a business trip. Andy couldn't have had a worse timing. 

Your hands are starting to get clammy and it makes you hold your daughter with more vigor. 

“Listen, Andy.” you carefully start, transferring weight from one leg to the other. Andy gives you an encouraging smile and you try to avoid looking into his eyes.

The baby on your chest mumbles something in her sleep and you rush your words out, anxious to get him out of the house. 

“I’m really sorry for what happened to Laurie and Jacob, I really am. You know that me and Scott supported you guys and it was really sad what happened. But you need to move on with your life, Andy, and leave us alone.”

Andy’s smile dies down and he stares at you with a frustrated expression, but you continue.

“I’m happily married and I’m not going anywhere with you. You have to stop calling me all the time, stop following me around and just leave me alone. I’m not going to run away with you and abandon my daughter, my family.” your voice is shaky, but you manage to speak.

The smile disappears from Andy’s face and it’s replaced by an irritated frown, his jaw clenched tight.  

“I’m not asking you to abandon your daughter. She can come with us and I’ll treat her like my own kid.” he declares, taking a predatory step towards you. Your heart pounces on your chest and your legs start to lightly shake. 

“We’ll be happy together. It’s a fresh start for both of us, it’ll be good.” Andy’s voice gets lower as he approaches you, his usually composed appearance now disheveled, dark circles around his eyes as if he hasn’t slept for days.

After Laurie and Jacob’s death, you’re sure he hasn’t slept as he’s too busy harassing you. 

“Trust me, we belong together and we’ll be so happy together, I know it. So you can either pack your bags and leave with me quietly or we can do this the hard way.”

#@mrsdarkandyandere7 #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #yandere x reader #yandere scenarios #tw: yandere #yandere andy barber #dark!fic #dark fic

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Wax and Wane

Pairing: Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings: Darkfic, Dubcon, Horror Au, Werewolves, Smut, Borderline Monsterfucking (lol), Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!

A/N: my second entry for my Friday the 13th challenge! so as some of you all may recall, the “A.B” initials on the charm bracelet in Talking to the Moon implied the existence of other women, and maybe other pack members…😈 mind the warnings my loves! enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

The sound of the bell rouses you, forcing you to sit up groggily as you blink at the dark room. The heavily draped window is dark too, and when you look blearily for the digital clock on the bedside table, it confirms your suspicion. 

 The bright numbers read 3:17, and for a moment you consider turning back over and going back to sleep, but the little bell next to your bed sounds again insistently. 

 I hate that fucking bell. It’s an antiquated remnant of the house’s past, from a time when your lavish bedroom was once part of the servant’s quarters, the bell a means to summon you. Now, however, it serves a somewhat different purpose. 

 Is it really different? He calls, I come.

 Andy’s side of the bed is cold, you note as you roll out from underneath the covers. You peek through the curtains out at the moon, a dark sliver eaten out of the bright circle. It won’t last, though—it’s due to be full tomorrow, maybe the day after, so Andy’s side of the bed will remain cold until then. 

 You hate that you miss him, a little. He is a good conversationalist after all, your man—your monster. 

 Andy is supposed to be with the pack—you know this from past experience. It’s strange he’s waited so long to leave, and you know that now he must have certainly missed his chance. You make your way down the long hall, the only sound the whisper of your long robe against the cool tile. He isn’t downstairs, not when you exit the grand staircase and into the dark living room. The house is intimidating in the dark, but you’ve done this enough times now that you could probably do it with your eyes shut if you wanted to. You go through the kitchen, pausing briefly before the cellar door. 

 When you open it, Andy is waiting for you on the other side. It’s easy to see the change is almost upon him. His bare chest is heaving, shiny with sweat. His eyes are fever bright, nostrils flaring from the scent of you. When he licks his lips, your pulse quickens, and you wonder if he can hear it, if he knows. 

 I should have seen it coming.

 You should have—but Andy had blinded you. Love blinded you. You had not noticed your friends dropping from your life like irate flies as you found yourself too busy with Andy Barber to see them, your family held at arms length by their disapproval of your wealthy, mysterious new beau. People falling like dominoes until you were alone—

 And alone, you were weak.

 When the man had become a monster, you had clung on instead of running. And now, you think as you lightly finger the raised scar on your chest, it’s too late. The long scratch marks that if you measured, would be exactly Andy’s finger-widths apart. 

 There’s something under my skin, too.

  You allow him to pull you to his chest as he inhales deeply, pressing his face into your hair. The smell of him does something to you, too, igniting a warm tingle deep in the apex of your thighs. The distinctly male musk, tinged with something animal, primal. His fingers tangle in your curls for a moment before he lets go, his hands wandering appreciatively down your sides and over the curve of your hips. 

 “I thought I was going to have to come get you,” he says, his voice low. There is amusement there, too. “You have good timing.” 

 Most people don’t pay close attention, so generally, even when Andy is out and about this close to the change, no one notices the tells. Not like you. His nails are longer, sharper and stronger. His canines longer, thicker—it makes him lisp, just a little. And his eyes…

 The darkest, stormiest blue. 

 Andy slides a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up. You sigh into his mouth as his lips meet yours, his teeth pulling at the plump flesh until it swells. Hungrily he swallows the resulting whimper, and when his tongue sweeps into your mouth he tastes like gin—he’s been drinking. Andy’s hands slide up your sides, displacing the robe as he pushes it from your shoulders. 

 “Smell like honeysuckle,” the words are murmured low against your throat. You squeak when his fingers sink appreciatively into the soft skin of your ass underneath the hem of your nightie. He inhales again, teeth tugging at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “And rain.” Thick fingers wiggle between your thighs, and you widen your stance without being asked, and Andy hums with pleasure at finding you damp already. 

 “Missed you.” 

 Your breath catches as he circles your clit, before sliding down to tease at your entrance. When he pulls back, you try to stifle the whine that grows in your throat, but you don’t kill it completely. 

 “Get on the desk.” 

 This room serves as Andy’s unofficial second office. Where, if you looked, you might find pieces of evidence that were conveniently “lost” during trial—things that might make their way into Andy’s pocket if he had a particularly stubborn problem. 

 Nothing that would be of use to you now. 

 His eyes rest on you with almost physical weight, you can feel them boring into you as you lean up onto your toes, bending across the dark wood. You peek over your shoulder, and you sink your teeth into your lip to keep from gasping. When the change is close, you know Andy is… bold. Aggressive, even—-and tonight is no different. He openly palms his cock through his open pants, staring lustfully at the glistening folds between your spread thighs. He grins at you, and your cheeks burn but you don’t look away. 

 “I told you, runt,” he says, the points of his sharp teeth hanging over his lip. “I missed you.” Andy is on you in two easy strides, resting a hand on your hip as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy. This time, you can’t help the shuddering moan that leaks through your clenched teeth. He bends over you until he can rest his lips on the back of your neck, and they curve against your skin. “I see you missed me too, didn’t you?”

 “I did,” you admit, your cunt sucking desperately at the tip of his cock. 

 “Mmm, good girl, so honest.” The pleased hum that vibrates in his chest fills you with a shameful sense of pride. You are a pretty bird in a pretty cage for as long as he’ll have you—but you can’t bring yourself to hate him. You moan as he begins to push forward, his hand heavy on your hip.

 “I know I’m supposed to be with the pack,” Andy grits out as he begins to stretch you open. You stare with lidded, unseeing eyes at the bookshelves in front of you, his words echoing in your ears. There’s a sort of doubling when he speaks again, two voices in one mouth. There is Andy’s voice, the one you know, and then something dark. Animal. 

 “But you feel so good like this.” 

 You know the beast is crawling just underneath Andy’s skin, staring out at you through his eyes. Your only saving grace is the fact that they want the same thing—

 “I know you like it too, pup,” Andy’s teeth scrape hungrily against your neck as he splits you open inch by delicious inch. “You always did have a thing for monsters.” 

 end

Thank you for reading! Please check out my masterlist for other, similar works, and follow my library blog, @box-of-bones-library​ for updates. ❤️

#cevans characters #cevans fandom #cevans fanfiction #chris evans characters #chris evans fanfiction #andy barber #andy barber imagine #andy barber drabble #horror #werewolf au #werewolf!andy #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #darkfic #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x you #boxofbonesfic #boxofbonesfic challenge #friday the 13th challenge

[diordrysdale]

after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 3)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader, ft. devin peters x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 2.1k

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, cheating (laurie is cheating on andy, andy is implied to be cheating/will cheat) reader sends a video where she’s giving devin head, fingering, degradation, squirting, daddy kink, implied murder oop— ft. devin peters: oral sex (m receiving), slight degradation.

authors note ⋆ I HAD TO SWITCH ANDY FROM SOFT!DARK TO JUST DARK!ANDY YALL IN FOR A RIDE I WAS JUST WRITING THIS AND I WENT DOWN A DARK PATH SO HERE IT IS FINALLY PART 3

+ reminder of who devin peters is, he’s chris evans’ character in the movie don’t look up!

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

previous part

shit, shit, shit!

as soon as andy scurried back into his home, he peeled through the curtain of the window near laurie’s favorite sofa— the one she was currently on.

“I need a ride to my yoga class, andy.” she spoke as she typed away on her phone, laughing at the texts she was receiving from a friend.

yoga class, sure.

he watched as you stood in place, dumbfounded before the movie star tugged you back towards the house, practically pawing at your breasts for attention.

you giggled as he kissed and sucked at your neck, shoving him away to play hard to get, took one last glance at mr. barber’s house, and sighed, convincing yourself it was most definitely a coincidence.

andy, on the other hand, was losing his mind.

-

so, you were living next door, what could he do about it? go up to the door and give a polite hello, make small talk and confess how he’s been touching himself to you for the past 4 months?

maybe how he’s dreamt constantly of pounding you into his mattress as you drool on his sheets, neither of you knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or keep ruining your hole.

“…andy! here’s fine!” andy hit the breaks, the wheel’s screech pulling him from his thoughts as laurie opens the door without a simple thank you or goodbye, running up to her friends.

he began to drive off, reaching for his phone, unlocking it and grinning for what he was challenging himself to do.

“hey, SIRI, uh, sex shops near me.”

-

NEXT DAY

tears had dried on your cheeks as you caught your breath, letting your boyfriend tease your lips with the tip of his cock.

“look at you, all hungry for this dick.” he hummed, his free hand holding up your phone, filming your every move.

you said you’d airdrop it to him later, but you had other plans for this home video.

“fuckin’ slut..” you shut your eyes to avoid rolling them, the degradation just didn’t come naturally with him, oh, but with mr. barber.

if your neighbor was indeed your favorite subscriber, he was in for a treat.

“why’s a mr. barber texting you on your site?I thought you didn’t entertain those freaks on your live chat?” devin pulled you from your thoughts when a notification pinged on the top of your screen.

wrapping your lips around his veiny cock, you sucked harshly, distracting him from the text message as he gasped out, hand forcing your head down as he began to fuck your throat in a sloppy manner.

the wet gagging noises sent him over the edge, overflowing your mouth with his sticky load— wasn’t the best taste. although, it still made your mind stray to how mr. barber—

“let me see it.” he groaned, cupping your cheek with a softness you hated.

you couldn’t make up your mind about this guy, no matter how many millions of dollars laid on his dollars

sure, he was an admired actor, celebrity crush to many, and you had him at your beck and call.

but you were insatiable.

you had daydreamed of becoming his girl, riding him in his luxurious cars, and being the pretty little thing on his arm at movie premieres, red carpets, you name it.

but hollywood was ruthless to girl with a job like yours.

maybe starring on the big screen and having paparazzi shadow you wasn’t your thing, but being loved after dark was, and you were okay with that.

opening your mouth, you revealed his load before you swallowed it, glancing up at him for some sort of praise but he just exhaled, sinking into the sofa as he put his softening penis away.

you snatched your forgotten phone from the couch and saved the video before reading the text message, feeling your heart drop to your stomach.

barber543

hello neighbor.

-

andy hid the newly purchased box of sex toy items under the bed, his chest swelled with pride when he imagined how ruined he’d leave you by the end of the night, have you begging for him to stay, to touch your sweet pussy again, and again, til you couldn’t bare another orgasm.

official-kitten

there’s no way it’s you

he chuckled, he could just picture your cute expression of brows furrowed together, biting at your inner cheek.

barber543

come over and find out.

andy was always the type to take charge of a situation, but he was positive you’d be his tonight. and every night after that.

-

swallowing hard at mr. barber’s recent message, you slid your back down against the bathroom wall, thumbs dancing across the screen.

official-kitten

I’m busy daddy

🎥 0:45

your heart pounded in your ears as you linked the video devin filmed of you, and sent it— it was a russian roulette, you had absolutely no clue what he’d say—

barber543

not even a minute?

did he return the favor? or are you just a cocksleeve.

bet he didn’t even touch you

his punctuation made you giggle, but your hand began to slither down beneath your panties, ghosting over your clit.

official-kitten

he didn’t even make me wet :(

barber543

I’m not surprised.

I’m guessing you’re all needy. and pathetic.

official-kitten

don’t be mean :(

your middle finger and ring finger began to rapid circle on your clit, the sight of your hand moving beneath your underwear made your heart race.

barber543

you don’t know half of it, princess.

come over, or I’ll fuck you stupid in front of your friend.

removing your fingers before you came, you breathed heavily, smiling at the texts as you stood up with a rush, exiting the bathroom as you called out for devin who had made himself busy in the kitchen.

“what’s up, babe?” he chewed on a simple ham sandwich, scrolling through his twitter feed, mostly raising his ego with all the complements and praise thrown his way.

“you need to leave, now.” you shoved his beanie into his chest as he frowned, scoffing.

“i need to do my skin-care routine, do my mani-pedi, you know,” you rambled nervously, but he came to be truly understanding, kissing your forehead.

“fine, fine! send me the video, dollface.” he walked out the door, inhaling the fresh boston air, looking around the calm neighborhood til he made eye contact with the man they’d encountered earlier.

andy waved at the celebrity with full intent of fucking you into his mattress, the bedroom floor, the kitchen counter, and laurie’s pitiful garden in the front yard.

“hey, y/n,” devin called over his shoulder, still narrowing his eyes at the floofy haired man, as you waltzed over to him, glancing up at him, “don’t go on stream tonight. got a feeling there’s gonna be some creeps on the live.”

“sure thing, devy,” you stepped on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I’ve got other plans.”

-

you applied your gloss, extremely giddy to finally meet the man who had been paying for quite literally everything you could dream of.

you wondered what he did for a living, how he stumbled upon your live stream and if he thought about you daily.

what if he was a psychopath? you had lost count of how many people you had blocked due to their obsession with you, driving you to the point to being constantly paranoid, always glancing over your shoulder and double checking your door at night.

fuck it.

shutting your door on your way out, you fiddled with your fingers, cracking your knuckles which had been a nervous habit of yours.

til someone pulled up to the driveway.

it was a woman, brunette, with a disconsolate look on her face.

of course, he had a wife. why weren’t you surprised? most of the good ones were taken.

“oh! hello..” the woman wiped her drippy nose on her wrist, hugging herself as she stood in front of you, waiting for you to present yourself.

“i’m [y/n], lila’s friend. I’m house-sitting and i just- I can’t seem to, uh…“

“get the washing machine to start? cindy always has that problem, but luckily, my husband andy helps her out. it happens at least every week.” your jaw clenched at the information, feeling yourself turn green with envy, but your heart stopped when the man of the hour stepped out to the driveway, locking eyes with you.

“honey, lila’s friend here needs help with the washer, go.” she sniffled, causing andy to cup her cheek and angle her face up, allowing him to see her bloodshot eyes.

“what happened? where’s jacob, is he okay?” laurie nodded her head, clearing his anxiety a bit til he caught her left hand— ring finger, completely bare.

“we need to talk.” laurie muttered as andy wrinkled his nose at the scent of another man’s cologne on her.

“I’ll just-“

“no!” you and laurie whipped your heads at him, making him breath out a laugh as he reached for your hand— time froze, not just for you.

“I’ll help you first, I just need to get some tools. give her something to drink, laurie.” before you knew it, you began following him and his wife into his home, wondering what scheme he had planned.

he gently closed the door behind you, not missing the chance to place his hand on your lower back, leading you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of deep red wine, ignoring how his wife had excused herself to the upstairs bathroom.

alas, the two of you were alone.

slowly with a hint of intimidating, he began to corner you against the counter as you look down at your feet with natural submission, making him chuckle and hold your chin between his pointer and thumb.

“wait for me upstairs, second room on the right.” you glanced up at him with a parted jaw, “I want you playing with your pussy, legs spread, only wearing this shirt. go.” his command made you raise an eyebrow.

“you can’t tell me what to do.” your bratty response made him scoff as his hand slipped beneath your pajama shorts, cupping your mound as his middle finger dragged against your clothed slit, making you shiver.

“no? you sure about that?” he smirks at the wet spot on your panties, watching you squirm, in person? fuck, you couldn’t let you go. ever.

“tell daddy what you’re gonna do for him,” he whispers, his pulse accelerating when your trembling hand rose to caress his beard.

“I’m gonna play with my pussy and wait for him. and then, I’m gonna let him do whatever he wants to me,” you whimpered when he pinched at your clit, “let daddy use me and my holes.”

you were a damn menace with your words.

“you’ll be daddy’s cumrag?” he suggested as his hard-on grew against his slacks, compelling him to grind desperately against your stomach.

“yes, please,” you dragged out as looked up at him with lust filled eyes, leaning against him, feeling a bit lightheaded.

“and let me shove my cock in this little pussy when I feel like it?“ pushing aside your panties, his fingers began pistoning past your velvet walls, adoring the immediate debauched look on your face before he kissed your soft lips for the first time.

“anything you want— fuck!”

“beg for your daddy, kitten, beg for daddy to taste your pussy,” the squelching noises, his alluring voice, it was too much.

“fuck! daddy- m’ gonna squirt, ah! pleaseplease-“ he was quick to keep you from falling to your knees, grunting when your legs violently shook, your cunt spurting your juices on his cupped hand.

“my kitten, all mine,” he growled, his pink lips attacking your bare neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as you attempted to even your breath, but you still felt unsatisfied.

you needed to be fucked.

“want your dick, please, please,” you babbled out, your hands moved with a mind of their own, desperately wanting to touch him but he laughed, continuing to rub your slit.

“you’re a little slut, my wife’s in the house! what if she heard you?” he asked with a grin, removing his wet hand and beginning to lead to you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“hurts! I need to feel you inside me,” you pawed at his belt, making him sigh in content before he clutches your cheeks in his hand, it smelled of your scent.

“then fucking wait for me upstairs. second room on the left.” he demanded through gritted teeth, watching you scamper what was left of the staircase.

he rushes to the kitchen, grabbing the first knife he could get his hands on and heads back upstairs with an emotionless façade.

he couldn’t have anymore distractions tonight.

his job was to fuck you as many times you begged him to, and claim you as him.

“laurie, I’m ready to talk!” he calls out to his wife for the last time, gripping at what was to become a murder weapon.

well, only if the police found out.

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

a/n; oh y/n, now he’ll never let you go.

#kali writes ! #andy barber #andy barber angst #andy barber smut #andy barber fluff #andy barber x reader smut #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #chris evans #chris evans smut #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x reader #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x female reader

[nickfowlerrr]

waiting

pairing: dark!andy barber x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. angst angst angst. mommy issues. mentions of pregnancy. allusion to thoughts of abortion (this blog is firmly pro choice btw). self loathing. everyone is just really mean to poor reader. ☹️. oh and a mention or two of mr. ransom drysale 😶 if i’m missing something important pls feel free to let me know.

words: 5.3k

notes: i’ve had this fic in my wips since july and finished since the beginning of this month, i just never posted it lol but i’m so excited to share it finally. this definitely isn’t for everyone and really was just an indulgent write but if you do read this, i hope you enjoy the angst. comments and reblogs are more than welcome and appreciated. i’d love to hear what you think. thank you for reading 🖤

The flickering light in the nearly empty emergency room was unsettling. Your mind was taunting you as you sat in the waiting area, the chair beneath you growing harder and more uncomfortable with each passing minute.

You had jinxed yourself.

Cursing your fate mere hours ago and dwelling on how horribly things were going lately, thinking it couldn’t possibly get any worse.. Of course, it could.

In all honesty, you didn’t really know why you were here. Maybe just as an excuse to try and avoid the inevitable.

Maybe it was some sick sense of guilt hanging over you..

A part of you now desperate to remember the sense of comfort you could find in her - even if only for a few moments. As hard as you’ve tried these last 24 hours, you just couldn’t seem to remember what it felt like. You started to wonder if there was really anything to remember at all. But there had to be, right? She was your mother. There had to be. And then your phone rang. You didn’t let yourself think before you told whoever was on the other end that you would be there soon. You just called an Uber and went right down. Now here you were.

Whatever it was that drove you here - fear, guilt, obligation, a need for reassurance - that maybe this all wouldn’t be so bad, it brought you to this moment. Waiting with baited breath for your name to be called, for someone to escort you to her room, to finally see the damage she had done with her refusal to help herself. You felt bad, though you knew you shouldn’t. The damage she had done to you could be seen every time you looked in the mirror.

Stare too long at your reflection and you're lost again to the darkness that has managed to follow you all your life. You felt hollow a lot of the time, but the more apt word would be numb. Because you weren’t hollow by any means. No, you were full to the brim with hurt and anger and despair. You didn’t like feeling that. So numbness was better.

Just try to forget. Don’t let your mind sit in silence for too long. It was prone to wandering. And so were you. Maybe that’s why you were in the position you were now. You could never let yourself be content. Always searching, always reaching for something more. Something that could finally make you feel. Force you to feel. You just didn’t realize that it would lead you to him. That anyone could ever make you feel as much as he did. That you could ever feel like this.

The flickering of the light was bad, but the seemingly deafening silence was worse.

Until it wasn’t.

The entrance door slid open and you vaguely heard the footfall of whoever had just entered approaching behind you while the chilling breeze from outside came rushing in with them.

The shadow loomed over you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The creaking of the old chair as he sat directly behind you was irksome, as was his unwanted presence. Maybe if you just pretended he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have to deal with him right now. Maybe he’d just go away for tonight. Maybe he’d be kind enough to leave you alone.

You could have scoffed out loud at yourself.

Kindness wasn’t really his thing. Not lately. And if you’d learned anything these past six months it was that the times you most wished he’d leave you be, were the times he was sure not to.

Waiting for him to move or speak or to do something, anything at all, was even more frustrating and did nothing to help settle the anxiety that was already turning your stomach. You couldn’t take the silence a moment longer. You spoke with your back to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling you all night,” he responded without answering your question. You could hear the edge in his tone and it only served to piss you off. He had the audacity to be upset when he knew what was going on. You weren’t stupid enough to just not show up when he expected you at his place, you texted him and told him where you’d be and why. It wasn’t like you were hiding from him. At least not in a way he could prove.

“Yeah, well, I've been a little preoccupied.” you said harshly. Biting your lip as you instantly regretted your tone. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but you couldn’t deal with the repercussions you’d get for it from him right now. You were already on the verge of breaking completely.

“Sweetheart,” he leaned forward in his chair as he spoke, voice hard, getting even closer to you as if his presence wasn’t already all together suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. I’ve been waiting since I texted you. They won’t let me back there.”

Truthfully, you were more upset about the news you’d gotten yesterday than you were about the wait - you weren’t even really sure you wanted to go back there. Their ignorance of you was more helpful than you were sure they realized. You couldn't be accused of not showing up, it’s not like it was your fault they never got to you. You were still there.

You didn’t speak that aloud though, and he wouldn’t have given you any time to if you’d wanted.

He clicked his tongue and got up without saying a word and walked to the receptionist. You watched as they spoke, his charm shining through as the young woman was in complete admiration at the man before her. If only she knew the real him. If only anyone knew what he was really like. But no. He saved his true self for you and you alone.

The shrill laughter of the woman pierced your ears as Andy smiled, charming oozing off of him. You were reminded of the first time you met him. How easily you had fallen for his act, much the same way. Laughing shyly at his compliments and smiling softly at that same smirk you now dread. The one that haunts your dreams at night after he finally grants you some peace. He’d taken over everything. Every aspect of your life. All of you.

He didn’t care. Not really. Not about the situation. Not even truly about you. He could pretend all he liked, but you knew the truth, whether he accepted it or not.

He didn’t care, he just wanted people to believe he did. That’s what it felt like. And damn did they believe. You had, too. Until you got too close. Finally saw him drop the facade.

Sometimes you could convince yourself it was better this way. To really know him, to know the truth. It helped you not feel so much like a fool anymore. And the way you saw people react to him, falling for every kind smile and caring word, that helped too. You couldn’t blame yourself, he was just so damn good at hiding it.

The woman behind the desk pressed a button and the door leading further into the hospital buzzed open. Andy smiled at her again, giving her a soft ‘thank you’.

He stood at the door, looking at you while holding it open, waiting for you to get up. You stared blankly a moment, your body not wanting to move. This was stupid. Seeing her wouldn’t change anything. It’d do no good for either of you. In fact, it’d probably just send you spiraling even further. You never should have come here in the first place. Never should have answered the phone to begin with. You had bigger problems to worry about. This was too much. It was all too much. Maybe you could visit her after she got home, but you couldn’t do this, especially not right now. Your heart was starting to race and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You opened your mouth slightly, wanting to speak but no words would come out. You vaguely heard Andy call your name, but didn’t respond to it, not until he loudly cleared his throat and broke through your trance. You looked at him immediately, his annoyance clear in what used to be such kind eyes. You couldn’t find the softness or warmth you did before. Only harsh blue staring a hole through you. You forced your body to move, albeit slowly, standing up and walking toward him. When you were close enough and he was sure no one was watching, he gripped your arm tight and pulled you through the threshold of the door. You stumbled forward, gasping slightly, and tried to pull your arm away, grimacing as his grip was too tight. You looked up at him, pleading without words, eyes begging him to relent. Instead of just letting go of you, he threw your arm away from him and out of his hold. Another needless aggression.

“Stop acting so goddamn catatonic,” he snarled.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” you murmured. “I can’t do this,” you breathed as you tried to move past him, back through the door you’d just entered through.

“Now you want to leave? The second I get you back here? You’re that fucking stubborn. You won’t let me do any nice thing for you, you just like when I’m mean to you, is that it?”

“Andy, please,” you tried to calm him. “It’s not you, I just, I can’t do this, okay. I can’t see her. Please. Let’s just go, I’ll go with you, alright? Wherever you wanted to go tonight, let’s go,” you pleaded. You really couldn’t fathom having to face her. Now that you were so close, you just couldn’t do it. Hell, you were begging the man you’d been trying to keep away from to take you anywhere else, you were that desperate to avoid this reunion.

Your head was down now, staring at his solid chest as he continued to keep you blocked from the door. You felt his hand come up, moving some of your hair out of your face. His touch, deceptively gentle. He moved to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You are leaving with me, you already know that. But we’re not going anywhere until I say we are. You’re gonna be a big girl,” he said, voice dripping with condescension as he gripped your chin painfully, “and do what you came here to do. You can’t run from your fears forever.”

You felt tears welling in your eyes but you fought them back with everything you had.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

That was all that was running through your head as you blinked away the tears threatening to spill. He didn’t deserve your tears. Neither of them did.

You backed away, lips in a tight line and eyes hard.

A nurse was passing by as you did and Andy was quick to put on a show.

He grabbed your hand gently and it took everything in you not to rip it away. He pulled you back closer and wrapped his arms around you, burying your face in his chest. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything’s gonna be okay,” he spoke softly. You couldn’t see his face, so you didn’t know for sure, but you would have bet money he smiled at the nurse as they passed by. Another phony display of comfort.

You weren’t even sure he realized why he was doing it, or how hollow of a gesture it was. You wondered if he really was that deluded that he could think this was a sincere intimate moment between the two of you. His heavy hand was rubbing your back in an attempt to be soothing, and seemed to confirm your thoughts. He turned you in his hold, your back to his chest as he ushered you in the direction of the room number he had been given.

Your feet were only moving because he was pushing you forward. You didn’t know what room you were going to, but when Andy stopped in front of a cracked door, you figured that must be it. You swallowed hard, turning to face him again. Having to see her on your own was enough to leave you feeling sick, but with the news you got yesterday still weighing on you and Andy hovering so close, you felt nearly immobile. The more you thought about what was about to happen, the more anxious you got. You started to think about the last time you’d had to introduce your mother to the person you were seeing. It went horribly, even he agreed. And Ransom had a pretty low bar set for family as it was. Not that he had any room to judge.. Thinking about him and everything that had gone down those few years ago gave you chills even now. How the hell did you constantly end up in these convoluted, fucked up relationships. You worried it said more about you than it did any of them.

“You, you can’t go in,” you said, shaking your head as you avoided eye contact. “She’ll…it’ll be a whole thing,” you tried to explain.

“She doesn’t know about me?” he sniffed.

“I haven’t seen her in over a year,”

“You don’t call?” You cringed at his tone. Accusatory, like he always was, already putting the blame for the rift you had with your mother on you without knowing any of the details. You swallowed the renewed lump forming in your throat and took a stabilizing breath before you responded.

“It’s been a while,” you choked, your voice thick and throat tight.

“Well I can introduce myself just fine,”

You moved to block him from entering the door, earning a stern glare in response.

“I’m only going to say this once,” he seethed. “Move.”

“Let me just talk to her first,” you refused.

His jaw ticked as he stared down at you, eyes narrowed. He huffed, agitated. You thought for a second he was going to listen, but you should have known better. He took a step closer, bending down and grabbing your face in his large hands.

“You’re gonna remember this exact moment later tonight. And you’re gonna regret it.”

His voice was calm, his eyes sure - and you believed him. Your shoulders sagged as you deflated. You weren’t gonna win this one. He brushed past you and entered the room with a knock on the door as he pushed it open. His previous irritation was quickly replaced by his mask of goodheartedness.

You heard her before you saw her, the lilt of her voice paralyzing you.

Suddenly you were a kid all over again, teary eyed and broken hearted at the words that spilled from her lips as she held up clothes to you in the department store, vicious in meaning but so gentle in her delivery. If you didn’t pay attention to the words, you could convince yourself she was reassuring you instead of tearing you apart. That’s what it looked like to passersby, you were sure. The unadulterated spite and barely concealed hatred was saved for you behind closed doors. Living under her roof was your own personal hell and once you got out from under her thumb, you refused to settle back down anywhere. Never believing you were secure, wanted. You just kept searching for what you were longing for, never accepting when you’d found it, or just too scared to stay. Always wandering to the next. You couldn't stay too long or they'd grow to despise you, too.

Who would have thought you'd find yourself trapped again after all these years, all the time you spent desperate to avoid it. It was almost comical. It had to be cosmic. It was like you ran right into him. You wanted to know what you had done in your past life to have cursed yourself to such a fate in this one. How did they keep finding you and what had you done to deserve it? Another devil holding you down. You should have seen it coming. Maybe you did. Maybe it just felt so familiar, the only love you knew as a kid. Anything else you'd received felt like a joke, like you didn't deserve it. Or maybe it was even simpler than that. Maybe you were just tired of trying to outrun fate.

The people you found yourself closest to were always the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Seeming so gentle and loving from the outside, but ready to tear you apart the second they get you alone. Exposed. Vulnerable.

Maybe you did deserve this. The second you started to believe things were finally going right for you, that maybe you could finally be happy, that seeming reality was shattered for you by the very hands you thought were helping put you back together after spending so much of your life feeling absolutely broken.

You didn’t really hear the words they were exchanging as you walked into the room after a moment, taking a heavy breath. When you finally focused in, you heard the end of their brief introductions.

“There’s my daughter,” she announced as you approached. “Look at you,” she intoned, looking you up and down before landing on your face. “You’re all done up. Got all your makeup on.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest uncomfortably as you took a breath, looking away from her. You could hear the judgment clear as day laced in her words.

“It looks pretty,” she tried to compliment when you looked to her, face solemn. “I wish I could do my makeup like that,” she said smiling.

“Thanks, mom,” you replied, taking a step further into the room. You could feel Andy’s gaze on you, watching you intently, waiting for you to make your way to him, you were sure. “...How are you?”

You felt stupid for even asking, but you didn’t really know what else to say.

“Oh, ya know,” she tried to play off. “I’m fine, honey, I’m fine,” she assured you when you looked at her with a slightly raised brow. She took a breath. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. Haven’t heard from you nearly at all, either, I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah. Sorry,” you said, feeling guilty.

“Hey, that’s life, though. Gets hard. Trust me, I know,” she said before she considered you a moment. With just the tilt of her head you knew she was about to say something provocative. “You look so different…. A lot can change in over a year, though, right?” she continued, looking over to Andy deliberately.

“Uhm. Mom, this is Andy Barber. Andy, my mother,” you introduced them only out of obligation. Manners were important to both of them. Something else they had in common.

“So he told me,” she smiled. “I’m assuming you’re… dating?” You swallowed hard as you looked at her before looking to Andy.

“Six months now,” he responded for you, walking to where you were still standing, smiling softly as he put his arm around you. It was deceptively sweet, comforting. You almost wanted to let yourself relax into him, use him as a shield against the vitrole you knew would be coming eventually.

“Six months? Wow. That must be a record for you, right?” she baited you with a laugh. You didn’t respond, just looked down to the one teal tile on the floor amongst the sea of white. You could feel her eyes on you before she realized she wouldn’t be getting a response, turning her attention to Andy instead.

“So, what do you do for work?” she prodded.

“I’m an assistant DA,” he answered her.

“A lawyer?” your mother said, shocked evident in her voice as she looked at you. “Well, better make sure this one lasts,'' she told you. “And if it does last, you’d better get a prenup,” she laughed again as she nodded to Andy.

You stiffened as Andy did beside you and bit your cheek, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. She noticed your face and her scoff made your stomach turn. You looked up to see her rolling her eyes as she looked away like she was exhausted by you already. “You just always have to have an attitude don’t you?” she said almost under her breath, frustrated. “Why are you so sensitive? You’re an adult. Stop taking things so personally. Lighten up, grow some skin. I’m trying to have a conversation and it's like everything I say you have an issue with.

God, y/n, ya know, why are you even here? To make me feel worse? Remind me how much of a fuck up mother I am?” You knew it was coming. It always did. And yet you were still jostled by her flip. You felt Andy’s hand squeeze your waist as you unconsciously backed further into him, pressing closer to his side like a frightened puppy trying to hide yourself.

“Mom, I didn’t say anyt-”

“Why are you here?” she enunciated each word loudly, interrupting and talking over you.

“They called when they brought you in. I’m your emergency contact, remember?”

“Remember? Don’t talk to me like I’m senile.” she nearly sneered.

You bite your tongue and cursed yourself for feeling tears well up already.

“Yeah, that’s great. Bring out the waterworks. Put on a show, make me the bad guy. It’s always me, right? It’s always my fault,” she continued. “What do you have to cry for? I’m the one who was abandoned by you. You show up after over a year of rejecting my calls and one word text responses, what to make yourself feel better? Where were you when I needed you, huh?” she questioned, words like knives in your heart. You felt so small under her angry gaze. You felt like the worst person in the world. You felt like a child. A weak, scared, sorry child.

“Andy was it?” she asked, pulling her eyes from you as she turned them to Andy.

“Mr. Barber is fine,” he corrected, voice hard and defensive.

“Well, Mr. Barber,” she mimicked, “I’m sorry you have to see this, but let me just warn you. If I know my daughter, I know she's not much for sticking around. She’ll run as soon as she gets the chance. She’s like her father that way. The second she gets tired of you. The second you can’t offer her anything anymore,” the bitterness was dripping from her every word, “she’ll be gone.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat and squeezed your own hand to try and keep yourself calm.

“If you don’t believe me, just ask her ex. He’ll tell you the same thing,” she said.

“What are you talking about?” you said dumbfounded and exasperated.

“What do you think I’m talking about? Ransom,” she said as if it was obvious. The mention of his name had you frozen. “The second you found out he was written out of that will, you left him like it was nothing.”

“Are you serious? You’re gonna bring that up right now? He went to prison for murder, mom!” you raged. “And you know what, my relationships are none of your business,” you seethed.

“You slept with him for his money, you and I both know it. Just because it turned into something more after doesn’t change the way it started.”

“That’s not true,” you whispered angrily.

“I don’t believe you,” she told you, voice eerily level as tears renewed in your eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” you asked, voice breaking as Andy pulled you behind him.

“That’s enough. It’s clear this was a bad idea,” he stated, making you want to scream. As if you hadn’t told him as much before he forced you in here. You turned to the side as you held your head in your hands, trying to regain your composure.

“Oh my god,” your mother breathed as she took in your side profile for the first time. Her voice was full of worry and your head shot over to her immediately in response to your name being spoken in near reprimand. “Are...are you pregnant?” she asked out of nowhere.

“What?” you breathed.

“Your stomach looks bigger. Like there’s a bump there. It’s been a year but I know what you look like when you put on weight,” she started, eyes locked on your tummy. “And I know what baby weight looks like.. Yo-you’re pregnant aren’t you?” she asked again. She sounded..scared.

You were looking at her, confounded as Andy turned to you, looking much the same. He eyed you up and down before you felt his gaze settle on your stomach. Your hands came up to your lower belly self consciously.. Or maybe it was protectively.

You didn’t know how she knew. You’d only just found out yourself. You didn’t think you were showing noticeably in the slightest. Your periods were always irregular. Skipping cycles wasn’t anything you would think twice about. You were on the pill. You thought maybe you were just more bloated lately. Gaining weight wasn’t anything new for you, either. You didn’t piece any of it together right away. You had no reason to. You were protected. Or so you thought. And you had zero plans of informing Andy of the news. Not yet. You were still trying to process it. You couldn’t be a mother. You couldn’t become your mother. But what were you supposed to do? You could deny it easily enough, put the conversation off, but you knew Andy wouldn’t let it go. He’d want a test to know for sure either way. He’d find out the truth. You were planning to make your appointment next week to find out how far along you were. See if you had any options left.

“Are you pregnant?” Andy asked softly, walking closer to you.

Your mouth was dry. You didn’t want to answer him, but you knew you’d have to. You licked your lips before you spoke.

“I don’t- I- I think.. maybe,” you breathed, words fumbling while you were avoiding eye contact with both of them.

Your attention was caught by your mother lamenting your nickname, pained and sorrowful. “Don’t do this to yourself,” she pleaded. “You’re so young, you’re not ready to be a mother. You-”

“All due respect,” Andy snapped, “- which is near none,” he added, sneering as he turned on your mother while you watched in sudden shock, mouth slightly agape while your mind spun, “you have absolutely no say here. In fact, it’s none of your business. This is a private matter between your daughter and I - no one else. But if you really want to worry about anyone’s ability to mother, I’d focus on yourself first. You’ve done a real bang up job so far,” he said sarcastically.

“Andy,” you reproached, walking quietly to him, wanting to calm things before they got worse.

“We’re leaving,” he said to you while sending daggers to your mother who looked at you with tears in her eyes, “You never should have come here.”

You looked at your mom, discontent clear on your face.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” she said, voice cracking. You had to look away before your own tears started to fall, lip wobbling. You weren’t sure what she was apologizing for, but it was the first time you ever heard her say those words sincerely. And it broke your heart. Andy grabbed your hand in his as he pulled you to the door and out of the room. The second you were past the door, you immediately broke down in tears. Everything hitting you all at once. Suddenly you were gasping for air as you felt like your legs were about to give out beneath you. Andy’s arms wrapped around you, turning you to pull you into his chest, his strength keeping you up as you leaned fully into him. One hand was holding your head while the other was wrapped around you, rubbing your back as you cried. He placed a kiss atop your head while he hushed you quietly, both of you standing in the empty hospital hallway.

You caught your breath after a minute and let yourself believe he was holding you so gently because he really cared. Because he was sorry for not listening to you. Because he wanted you to feel better, to comfort you. Whether it was true or not, it helped. Slowly you pulled away from him, and his hand came up to brush the tears off your puffy cheeks.

“How far along are you?”

“I really don’t know,” you said honestly. “If I had to guess, at least ten weeks,”

“How long have you known?” he asked quietly, thumb still stroking your cheek.

You looked at him doe eyed, lips set in a small pout. You opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off,

“I’m gonna tell you right now, don’t lie to me,” he warned, an ocean storm brewing in his normally brilliant blue eyes as he forced you to look him in the eye.

“Since yesterday,” you murmured. “I swear.”

He nodded slightly then took you by surprise, pulling you closer for a slow and deep kiss. Your brows were furrowed as he pulled away to allow you both a breath.

“You should have told me right when you found out,” he reproached.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I was still trying to wrap my head around it. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I don’t know how this even happened,” you confessed. But Andy knew.

He’d been switching out your birth control for nearly four months now and had long since stopped wearing condoms with you, though that you were aware of. He didn’t think it was important to tell you about the swap he’d made with your pills, so he decided to keep that to himself. No need to get you worked up again. Especially now that he knew you finally were pregnant. He’d have to figure out a way to keep you as stress free as possible. Keeping you home would be easy enough, he basically had you living with him already, but he’d have to make that change slowly, you would surely resist his attempts to keep you at home if he made it too obvious.

He found your mother’s warning funny, though. As if you’d ever be able to run from him. You’d tried, but he was always two steps ahead. You didn’t go anywhere without him knowing, whether you knew that or not. You were his now. You had been since the day he first laid eyes on you. You weren’t going anywhere. As he thought about the changes he’d have to make now that you were pregnant, he remembered the punishment he’d given you a few nights ago. It reminded him you had another one coming tonight, too. He’d have to go about them differently now, though. As much as he loved discipling you, his tactics would have to change, he’d need to be even more careful with you. And more lenient, he realized. He loved your responses to spankings, but he was looking forward to changing your punishments up with edging or overstimulation now instead. Either way, he was sure to make you cry. Make sure you’d learn your lessons. And he’d get started tonight. You brought out the darkness in him, but you brought the softness out, too. He wanted to remind you how good things could be. There was just one more thing bugging him at the moment that he’d have to let out.

“Come on,” he instructed. “I parked in the garage.”

You walked with him to the entrance before he led the way to his car.

He opened the door for you and helped you in before he went around and got in himself. He sighed heavily as you sat in silence for a moment before he turned to you.

“Who the fuck is Ransom?”

#andy barber x curvy!reader #andy barber x plus size reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber #andy barber x plus size!reader #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber #soft!dark andy barber #andy barber angst #soft!dark andy barber x reader #tw abortion #tw pregnancy #tw mommy issues #chris evans characters #andy barber fic #andy barber fanfiction #dark andy barber #dark!andy barber x curvy!reader #dark!andy barber x plus size!reader #soft!dark andy barber x curvy!reader #dark andy barber x reader #dark andy barber x curvy reader #dark andy barber x plus size reader

[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER - 4 : THE DATE

Pairing: (Dark) Andy Barber x Reader. 

Warning(s): Non-Con; Dub-con; Slow-burn(Maybe); Possible Defending Jacob spoilers; Possessiveness; Grief; Angst; Obsessive toddler(😛); Not proofread; Any other possible warnings will be added in the future chapters.

Summary: Follow Andy’s journey after the horrible accident that turned his whole world upside down.

*****

Series Masterlist

*****

Sleep didn’t find Andy that day. The whole night, he kept tossing and turning. His mind was running a thousand miles per hour and the one thing that replayed the most in his mind was her face. Y/N. Her disappointed face laced with mild embarrassment. The whole night, Andy kept cursing himself, calling himself an idiot and whatever names he could remember. 

Why the fuck didn’t I just go in with her?! Andy thought countless times.

How could I just reject her?!

By the time it was dawn, Andy had his mind set. He was going to fix things, he thought with determination.

*****

The next morning, more like during the noon, Andy went to the Bakery that Y/N runs, looking so fierce that the kids who stumbled upon him on their way out thought that he looked like someone who’s going to war. Like a man on a mission, he went towards the billing register and saw a kind looking old woman there.

Approaching her, Andy saw her looking at him curiously and greeted him.

“Hello there! What can I get for you, today?” asked Agatha.

Andy smiled at her “Hey! Uh... Can I see Y/N? I kind of have to talk to her.”

Agatha’s stance immediately went defensive. Andy can actually feel that that woman was protective of Y/N.

“What about?” she asked.

Andy smiled again, trying to put the older woman at ease and said “No need to get defensive. I’m her new neighbor. I just had to talk to her about something very important. Please let her know that I’m here.”

Agatha looked at him pointedly and Andy did the same. With a sigh, she caved in.

“Fine! I’ll go get her.”

Agatha went to the back of the store. A few moments later, Y/N came out with Agatha.

“Cindy! Keep an eye out for the cookies!” hollered Y/N while dusting her hands against her apron.

Looking at her - with a Apron tied around her, slight flour coating the side of her cheek and a lock of stray hair out of her ponytail, Andy was rendered speechless. His head started creating scenarios of her prancing around in his kitchen, with an apron tied around her - barefoot and... Andy immediately shook his head, trying to keep his head as clear as humanly possible for what he was about to do. He cannot fuck this up!

When she looked at him, Y/N was both shocked and surprised to see him there.

“Andy! Hey!” she said, rounding the counter.

“What-” she was saying, but got cut off by Andy who said “I’m sorry.”

That made her frown.

“Why are you ap-” she got cut off by him again “Yesterday. I have like this plan to do and I felt like I’m skipping on a lot of steps yesterday if I agreed. That’s why. And I know I’m not winning a lot of favors by cutting you off again and again before you could finish what you were saying, but I’m gonna do it anyway” he rambled.

“Go on a date with me, Y/N” he said and she blinked at him like a deer caught in headlights.

He would have found her expression adorable if he wasn’t a nervous mess already.

He took her hands into his, holding them so that he wouldn’t look awkward, instead pleasing and confident.

“Go on a date with me” he said again, when looked like her head has finally processed what he had said.

“Umm... Okay.. I uh- I mean, yes-uh okay” she stumbled against her words and stopped.

The two of them chuckled at that while Agatha looked at them in amusement.

“Great! I’ll uh- I’ll pick you up at 7″ he said, caressing the back of her hands with his thumbs.

She nodded in response with a smile while her cheeks flushed “Sounds cool!”

She wondered if she could sound any less like a high-school teenager. Andy smiled at her, cupping her cheek with his hand and kissed her other cheek, making her flush even more if that was possible.

After that, he reluctantly let go of her and said “I’ll see at 7 then!”

With that he walked out of the bakery, with a pep in his step, while two of his college students walked in, looking at him, wondering what made Professor Barber behave so, while Andy completely ignored them.

Mission Accomplished!

*****

To say that their date night went good would be an understatement. After Andy informed her that he would be taking her to a restaurant, Y/N got all dolled up in a black body-con dress with spaghetti straps and minimal jewelry, keeping her make-up light and hair - locks of loose waves.

When  Mrs. Williams learnt about the date, she popped up, claiming that she and her husband are going to look after Ada for the night and told Y/N to have some fun, whisking a squealing Ada away with her with an overnight bag.

When Andy finally knocked on her door - all dressed up, Y/N nervously opened the door and the two of them just stared at each other in awe.

When they reached the restaurant and got seated, they were silent for a couple of minutes and slowly started testing the waters with the conversation. Before they knew it, they were having a blast. The conversation was flowing steadily like they were long lost mates with laughs and giggles. They enjoyed both food and the company. When the desserts came, Andy quickly finished his and started eating from hers too, making Y/N gasp dramatically in mock offense, but she happily shared her dessert with him.

After they were done eating, Andy literally whisked her away after paying the bill. Y/N did protest at that part, but Andy literally grabbed her arms with one of his hand and gave his card. After the restaurant, Andy took her to the beach where the two of them walked barefooted to avoid having the sand in their shoes.

Mid walk, Y/N held one of Andy’s hand hesitantly. Andy looked at her and smiled, squeezing her hand with his, tightening the hold and the two of them walked by the waves. Later, when they found a dock nearby, they walked on it and sat by the edge of it while hanging their legs down in the air. The two of them sat in silence which was comfortable while staring at the waves. When the breeze picked up, so did the chillness surrounding them, making Y/N shiver and rub her arms.

Seeing her trying warm herself up, Andy shrugged off his jacket and leaned closer to her, saying “Here” and draped the jacket around her shoulders. After doing that, the two of them, froze, staring at each other. Their gazes either locked or moving to the other’s lips. Before they know it, the two of them moved closer to each other, their lips touching and moving in sync, kissing each other.

#Andy Barber #Defending Jacob #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x oc #dark andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber #dark! andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber x oc #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x oc #second chance #chapter 4 #Chris Evans #dark chris evans #the date #fluff #soft andy barber #soft! andy barber #soft!andy barber

[navybrat817]

Hello, lovelies! As a working mom and writer, I often fall behind on reading and reblogging fics from fellow writers. I decided to take part in the Stardust Reblog Challenge put together by @natrace as a small step to change that! My goal is to reblog one fic a day between September 1st and December 31st, hopefully more! Below are the fics shared and will feature Sebastian Stan and Chris Evans characters (for now). Show these writers some love and please heed any warnings provided. Enjoy!

Moodboard by yours truly and dividers by the talented @saradika.

September Fics

9/1 - It Had to Be You (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @s-tarksintern

9/2 - Plan B (Dark!Ari Levinson x Reader, Dark!Andy Barber) by @slyyywriting

Happy Birthday Doll (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @secretswiftymarvelfan

9/3 - Truth Conquers All - Part 1 (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @yarnforbrains

9/4 - Waiting for This (Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader) by @musingsinmoonlight

9/5 - You Really Wanna Do This Now? (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @luxeavenger

Lap Time (Mob!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tumblin-theworldaway

9/6 - Infinity (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

9/7 - Chaleur (Pre-serum!Steve Rogers x Reader) by @moonstruckbucky

9/8 - Monster (Bucky Barnes one-shot) by @moonbeambucky

9/9 - Comfort (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @jewels2876

9/10 - Drunk Or Baby (Andy Barber x Reader) by @fictional-affairs

9/11 - Baker's Dozen (Dark!Steve Rogers x Black!Reader) by @boxofbonesfic

9/12 - Dangerous Dance (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @princessmisery666

9/13 - Hands (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @qu1etwolf

9/14 - Cold Little Paws (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @majestyeverlasting

9/15 - Fingers (Tattoo!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @buckycuddlebuddy

9/16 - Spooky Season (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

9/17 - Into This World, We're Thrown (Steve Kemp x Reader) by @onceuponastory

Lee Bodecker in the Fall (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @treatbuckywkisses

Blind as a Bat (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @pagesoflauren

9/18 - Sleepy (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweetdreamsbuck

Prism (Robert Pronge x Reader) by @needleandhammer

9/19 - Playing For Keeps (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @tuiccim

Narcissist (Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @chrissquares

9/20 - Boring, Boring, Boring (Lloyd Hansen x Dark!Reader) by @rustytricycle

9/21 - A Gentleman in the Streets (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @christywantspizza

9/22 - Love by Moonlight (Werewolf!Bucky Barnes x Black!Reader) by @strangeprincex-writes

9/23 - Down a Rabbit Hole (Dark!Jefferson x Reader) by @sgt-seabass

9/24 - Happy Ending (Steve Rogers x Mutant!Reader) by @nekoannie-chan

9/25 - Once Upon a Blue Moon - Part 1 (Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader) by @sagechanoafterdark

9/26 - Hold Me Please? (Stucky x Reader) @doasyoudesireandlive

9/27 - Personal Project (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @slothspaghettiwrites

9/28 - Autumn Remembered (Ari Levinson x Reader x Andy Barber) by @wayward-blonde

Soft Ransom (Ransom Drysdale x Asian!Reader) by @brandycranby

Disarmed (Jake Jensen x Reader) by @ghotifishreads

9/29 - Would I Lie to You? (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki

9/30 - Dirty Dishes (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @jen-with-a-pen

Parade (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @rodrikstark

Possession (Lloyd Hansen x Black!Reader) by @xsapphirescrollsx

October Fics

10/1 - Who's Your Daddy? (Destroyer!Chris x Reader) by @emerald-chaos

10/2 - In the Weeds (Dark!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @darkficsyouneveraskedfor

10/3 - Meet Your Match (Dark Serial Killer!Ransom Drysdale x Reader) by @dreamlessinparis

10/4 - Make a Wish (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

10/5 - Post Break Up (Hal Carter x Reader) by @writing-what-writing

10/6 - Unwell (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @msmarvelwrites

10/7 - Watching Your Footsteps (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @lokislastlove

10/8 - Abduction (Curtis Everett x Reader) by @georgiapeach30513

10/9 - Rogers Family Recipe (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Enchant (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/10 - I.O.U. (Dark!Bucky Barnes x Reader)

10/11 - A Whittle More Practice (Steve Rogers x Reader)

Dance in the Dark (Ghost!Steve Rogers x Asian!Reader)

10/12 - Meeting GiGi (Steve Rogers x Reader)

10/13 - See What You Do to Me? (Nomad!Steve Rogers x Reader)

The Things You Do (Steve Rogers x Reader)

November Fics

December Fics

December Masterlist

#stardust reblog challenge #fic recs #writer recs #fic rec masterlist #bucky barnes x reader #steve rogers x reader #dark!ari levinson x reader #dark!andy barber x reader #alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader #mob!steve rogers x reader #andy barber x reader #dark!steve rogers x black!reader #steve kemp x reader #lee bodecker x reader #jake jensen x reader #robert pronge x reader #lloyd hansen x reader #destroyer!chris x reader #hal carter x reader #curtis everett x reader

[awesomerextyphoon]

I Dare You

Summary: Your friend, Katya dared you to venture into the ancient graveyard, but you got a lot more than you wanted. 

Pairing: Demoniac!Andy Barber x Black Female Reader

Rating: 18/Mature 

Word Count: 531 

Warning: Chase Kink, Slight Smut, Talks of Violence 

A/N: This was a last-ditch effort for me to have something to write for Halloween/Samhain. I partook in a sprint writing challenge and this was the result. Thanks to @sagechanoafterdark and @venusofthehardsells​ for inspiring me! 

Back to Masterlist

"I shouldn't be here!" you screamed in your head as you barely dodged an uprooted tree. You just had to listen to Katya and her dumbass dare. You thought you were stronger than that.

“But yes you are! As my lovely little mate,” The demon who insists on being called Andy whispered. His voice somehow carried through the forest. He hadn’t had a thrilling chase in so long, he decided to give it shot.

You neared the edge of foreign exchange town, the lanterns' light illuminating your skin. You breathed a sigh of relief at making it to town and beating the monster at his own game when you felt a muscular arm slam itself around your torso knocking the breath from your lungs.

“Looks like I win, little one,” Andy breathed into your ear, “your fear is especially delectable. I can’t wait to taste you.”

“Please don’t eat me! I didn’t mean to enter your domain!” You pleaded as he picked you up bridal style.

“You think that slovenly jumble of rocks was my domain?! No, love, my realm is far grander than whatever your pathetic species could muster.” Andy boasted wiping the tears from your eyes.

It's a dream It had to be a dream. Just close your eyes and you’ll wake up in your shared bedroom with Katya and Chisom laughing about Samhain and lamenting not getting any hot dudes.

You just had to enter the grave Even after the townspeople warned you. You just had to succumb to Katya’s taunts. Now you’re stuck with a demon who insists on not being called one.

You turned to the being in question and noticed a few things. One, he was sexy as fuck! Tall and broad with dark brown hair and insanely intense blue eyes that held the light of the full moon in them. His lips were full with the lower one begging to be bitten.

“I see you're taking a liking to me, mate. Perhaps being with me will not be so bad.” Andy remarked as he made his way to a colossal tree; its branches and roots gnarled in all directions.

“Why…Why do they call you a demon? I mean, it must’ve been so long ago that only old wives’ tales remained.” You chuckled only for it to die at the sight of Andy’s grim expression.

“No, my love. It’s even worse.” Andy murmured into your supple skin as he muttered an ancient spell opening the gateway to his domain,” I annihilated entire armies on a whim. Drank and bathed in the blood of innocents. Slaughtered angels and demons alike for shits and giggles.”

All the life abandoned your face in fear,” Then how-“

“A great sorcerer, the Sorcerer Supreme, couldn’t kill me, so they imprisoned me long enough for my crimes to become a legend,” he smiled down at you nuzzling and marking your neck,” Though perhaps too long for bewitching young maidens not to heed the warnings of their elders.”

“I’m not that young you-ah!” You moaned as Andy’s finger made its way to your clit.

“So responsive! I just know you will be a fine mate! Now let’s go, our mating den awaits.”

#andy barber #andy barber x reader #demon!andy barber #dark!andy barber #demoniac!andy barber #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x female #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x black!reader #demon!andy barber x black!reader #demon!andy barber x female reader #halloween #all hallows eve #samhain #kinktober #halloween drabble #kinktober drabble #chris evans #chris evans drabble #chris evans imagines #chris evans fanfiction #chris evans fic

[imaginedreamwrite]

Reader being baby Jacob’s daycare teacher: “I can’t date my kid’s parents. I’m contractually bound not to become involved in a relationship.”

Andy a powerful lawyer, having done dubious things in the past, puts on a strong front: “Forget I even asked, I wouldn’t want you to suffer consequences.”

Only for Reader to end up being offered another job at a different daycare with higher pay because one of their other teachers left suddenly giving Andy a way around the contractual obligation (even though the new school doesn’t have that rule anyway)

#dark!Andy Barber #dark!Andy Barber x reader #murder trigger warning #death trigger #death trigger warning

[bunnyscraft]

Andy Barber Masterlist 🎀

All fics here are 18+ only !

Drabble: Guilty | Andy x Younger!Reader (req)

Read here ⬅️

Summary: Andys a lawyer. He knows what he needs to do to have the upper hand—so cheating back at Laurie wouldn’t do him any good if they ever decided to get divorced. (something that seems like a very real possibility at this point) But then you show up and Andy cant even pretend to feel guilty about his need for you.

#dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber #defending jacob #daddy!andy barber x reader #daddy!andy barber #bunny rambles 🎟 #chris evans characters #daddy!chris evans x reader #Andy Barber Smut

[emerald-evans]

You like working for the Barbers—their house is huge, kind of a pain to clean, but the work is steady, and for the most part, you haven’t had any issues. On the days Jacob comes home early, he’s more than happy to let you in to do a quick once over, and by the time Laurie and Andy have arrived, you’ve usually got dinner started, if not completely finished. You’re not blind—of course Andy is handsome, but you know better than to try anything, especially with your job on the line. It doesn’t stop your cheeks from heating when he brings home an extra Valentine’s bouquet for you, or stop you from noticing when he puts an extra twenty or two in your week’s pay…

😈

ma chère lis 🕊

pairing - dark!andy barber x reader

summary - lilies often symbolize purity and the rebirth of the soul…however, they are also commonly associated with death 

w/c - 1.5k

warnings - 18+, implied death, dubcon, noncon (just to be safe), implied sex pollen, smut, age gap (reader is in her 20s), forced captivity/basement wife vibes

a/n - hello all, this is my embarrassingly late piece written for the lovely @boxofbonesfic 7k Monkey’s Paw challenge celebration! everyone go check out her binge-worthy masterlist and send her love. I stupidly got the dates mixed up but I still hope you enjoy <3 (let’s please remember this is my first dark fic LOL) and a huge thank you to @dbnightingale24 who held my hand through this process

Please comment/reblog if you enjoyed <3

December 

Stirring the pot once more just to be sure, you inhale the smell of garlic and parmesan coming from below you. Your salmon was simply the Barbers favourite- a touch of nutmeg and fresh dill was your secret. After months of working as the weekly house cleaner, the Barber house had become your second home. You initially started working twice a week as you were juggling your second job on the weekend, just so Laurie can be given a slight break throughout the week. The strain of a full-time job raising an 11-year old and pretending to be in a loving marriage was getting to her. You have been there long enough to see how they would hide the denial of their failing marriage through soft touches and the emotionless state of their eyes on each other. As the holidays rolled around you found yourself at their house almost 4-days a week for a few hours each night. Eventually, you had enough hours to quit your second job and focus on school.

February

A new semester brought a new qualm of peace in the house. The holidays were over, and so were your exams. Jacob had let you in today, it seemed Andy and Laurie were still at work. After a quick once over all the rooms, you decided to start prepping for dinner; Settling on a hearty chicken and vegetable soup, you began to cut the ingredients as you heard Jacob enjoying his playstation. 

Your friends found it a bit odd, your dynamic with the Barbers. They weren’t wrong, just unnerved by how quickly you seemed to settle into their lifestyle. They did not seem to mind your presence and encouraged your stay for dinners. What can you say, you enjoyed it. Pretending to play the part of a loved one.

Who else did you have? 

Shaking those thoughts out of your head, you tossed everything into the pot.

By 6pm, both Andy and Laurie made their way to the dining table Jacob was helping set. He always listened to you, seeing you as a friend more than… well… whatever your role in the Barber family seemed to be. You noticed Andy’s eyes on you tonight. Typically he seemed to trace your every move when you two were alone, or when Laurie was too preoccupied to notice her husband’s persistent stare on your body. You pretend not to notice it, but in the back of your mind you knew it was because you never wanted him to stop. He was partially to blame, you reasoned. 

The vase of lilies sitting on your kitchen counter itched the back of your mind.You remember the day when Andy came home with two bouquets of flowers. Valentine’s Day. One bouquet of roses, and your bouquet of lilies. 

Beep! Beep! Beep! 

The sound of the timer you set earlier pulled you out of your thoughts, reminding you to take out the bite-size sandwiches you prepared along with the soup. Glancing at the table, Laurie was flipping through her magazine. Bringing the final plate to the table, you sat beside Jacob, across from Andy. The four of you ate in quiet as you avoided Andy’s gaze that seemed to flicker between you and Jacob, before inevitably settling on you. 

April

With a quick knock to the wood you waited for Jacob to open the door. It was half past 4pm and you were officially an hour late for your duty at the Barbers’. Your car decided to toy with your fate on the one day both your bosses come home later in the evening. Waiting for an answer, you knock again. After no response you start digging through your bag to find the spare key they had given you. After making quick work of the lock and head inside. 

“Jacob!” you call out. “Are you home?”. Walking into the kitchen you put your bag on the counter. You take out your phone to call him before-

“You’re late.” 

Jumping at the sudden voice, you turn to see Andy lounging on the couch, nursing his usual tumblr of whiskey.

What is he doing here in the middle of the day?

“Mr. Barber, I-” Andy slowly stands and lowers his drink to the coffee table before turning to take his first look at you. 

“Come take a seat. We have some things to discuss.” his response seemingly unbothered by your lack of punctuality. “Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble. Plus, I know it won’t happen again .” 

“Mr. Barber, I am so sorry about being late, this is the first time it happened, I promise it won’t happen again.” You rush out before you can stop yourself. He looks at you for a moment. “Would you like a drink?” He questions you.

“Oh.. I really shouldn’t. I need to get started on the cleaning, I know Laurie likes everything tidied early before the weekend.” 

“Don’t you worry about Laurie now, and you can take it downstairs with you.” He walks over to the beverage cart parked at the side of the family room. You stand there silently gawking at his back as you watch his muscles move beneath his shirt. Missing the smirk in the reflection of the window in front of him. Gotcha.  

Andy keeps his eyes on you as he walks over to where you’re frozen in your spot. Handing you the drink, his fingers just barely brush against yours. Looking up at him to offer a thanks, you find yourself lost in his blue eyes. Unable to break eye-contact, you take a couple sips to ease his mind. Wincing at the burn, you clear your throat before making your way to the basement entrance. 

Turning over your shoulder to take a final look at him, your head swarm from the movement. Suddenly appearing beside you, he grabs the drink from your sweaty hand and wraps his arms around you to keep you upright. “Careful there honey, can’t have you making a mess already.” 

You feel the skull-splitting ache making its way across your temples, making it hard to adjust to the light. Slowly your eyes started to flutter.

“What…?” You groan out. At first you try to open your eyes slowly, lifting your hand to shield the light away, only to feel your movement restrained by the cool metal digging into the flesh of your wrists. You jolt awake. 

“You should really take it easy right now, honey.” You shriek coarsely as Andy’s figure comes into sight. The stale taste of your drink fills your senses, the dryness making it hard to swallow to soothe your aching throat. He takes a step closer to come sit beside you on the modest queen-sized mattress. “The effects should start soon enough”. He continues casually.

“Mr. Barber why-“ You try to start, before you look down when you feel a tug on the tight string of the unfamiliar silk robe adorning your body. His hands remain at your waist, feeling the silk against your frame, his eyes trained on your body. You try not to squirm as you relish in the feeling of his warm palm resting against you. 

Why does it feel so good?

 “I think we have passed that point, no? It’s Andy to you, honey. A good little wife calls her husband by name, silly girl.” Chuckling as you gawk at him while he continues. 

His wife?

“Oh, don’t look so surprised, you know you had a hand in this. Staying over for hours cleaning and cooking for us. Is this why you quit your other job too?”

“I like to stay for Jacob” You muster out. It was pathetic really, how hot you were getting.

What was in that fucking drink?

“I’m the fool for not realizing how good you are for Jacob. For me.”

Looking past his large frame, you try to focus on the surrounding area. The concrete staircase at the far left entrance, a small table with a couple of chairs, a modest window near the ceiling that overlooked parts of the backyard, and a nightstand beside your bed. 

“HEY!” Andy’s voice boomed. His eyes softened at your startled expression, before gently cupping your face. “You won’t be down here long, honey. We just need to let the first cycle pass. Okay?”. 

Huh? 

The fire burning inside your belly only grows as your body shuts out his voice, and the only thing you feel is his fingers down your dewy neck, uncaring of how little the robe covered your modesty. He continues his trail before roughly cupping your now exposed breasts and greedily sucks at your nipple. A broken moan leaves your lips as his other hand pinches the other. 

“We are going to live happily ever after, Honey. I promise.” He bends down to whisper in your ear. Your head turns to look through the window again, finally met with the sight of the garden and its freshly planted lilies. “Whether you want it or not”.

banner by the wonderful @maysdigitalarts

divider by the wonderful @/firefly-graphics

#dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x reader #lyra's works

[boxofbonesfic]

Return to Sender Masterlist

Sequel to Unwrapped

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, he’s going to keep that promise.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Minor Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation, Stalking, (MORE TAGS TO BE ADDED)

One

Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

#andy barber x reader #Dark!Andy #andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber imagine #chris evans characters #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #darkfic #dark au #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader

[misguidedasgardian]

Andy (part 2)

Andy & Wildcat

MASTERLIST

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Summary: Andy´s patience finally bears it’s fruits, and with your own help, he finally gets to keep you 

Warnings: Violence, cursing, spanking, heavy grabbing, kidnapping, involuntary imprisonment, a police station, criminal charges, mentions of drugs, possession of drugs, humiliation, dumbnification, choking, BDSM, Non-con, Dom/Sub dynamics, oral sex (M receiving), cum eating, Andy is a very new and very bad DOM, whipping, use of a belt, (might miss some)

This is NOT an appropriate portray of what a Sub-Dom relation should be like, I repeat, IT IS NOT 

+18 MINORS DNI

Notes: Not beta'ed I was so excited to post this I barely re-read it!

Wordcount: 4.7 k

Andy had to work hard in hiding his wicked smile as he walked through the hallways of the precinct, god he hated this place, bad white lightning, regular office decor… but it didn’t matter, not when he saw you being pulled out of a cell 

“What the hell happened?” he had to pull everything he had to growl that out, you whimpered at his harsh tone and that's exactly what he wanted.

“They pulled me over” you muttered, not daring to look at him

“You had fucking drugs on you!” he barked, you whimpered looking down

“It was just a little bit of pot”

“For fucks sake!” he growled, “Anyways, you made bail, I’ll get you out of here” he grabbed you softly for you to start walking, and then pushed you with a hand on your lower back, and your fuming attorney walked alongside you to the precinc’s exit.

The cold midnight air slapped your face when you come out, and Andy without releasing you led you to his Range Rover, parked just in front of the precinct

“Andy, I don’t know how to thank you for this, I’m sorry….”

“Oh you will thank me” he growled

“What do you mean?” you asked, stopping in your tracks

“You own me, for this, for the trial, for everything”

“I’m going home” you said, wanting to walk away from him, but he grabbed you. Your entire body buckled, surprised by his sudden outburst

“IT’S ENOUGH” he demanded, stopping you in your tracks, “You are coming with me” he grabbed you roughly by the arm and pulled you to move alongside him. You swallowed a whimper as you tried to catch his hasty pase, your arm burning in the place he grabbed you 

“Andy” you called, starting to get scared

“Is Mr Barber for you, you ungrateful brat” he spitted out. He opened one of the back doors of his SUV and almost pushed you inside. The leather seats made you slip right in, and he closed the door roughly after you

It was a weird sentiment, you knew you were in danger, that you needed to get out, but instead, you just sat there, waiting expectantly when he got inside in the driver's seat and started driving

“Mr Barber'' you called, your voice barely a whisper but he heard you nonetheless, his cold blue eyes looking at you through the rearview mirror, “Where are we going?” you asked

“Somewhere I can teach you some manners,” he growled. He drove offensively, and you appreciated there was no traffic at that time of night

“Where?” you asked again, as you slide right to the door of the car

“You’ll see, '' he growled. You took advantage of him stopping in a red light to try to open the door, but you failed. It must have been for the child's safety or something, the door didn’t open and Andy turned enraged when he saw you were trying to escape him. “Fucking enough” you didn’t realise how close you were… to being in the middle of nowhere ad when the light turn green he turned right and accelerated the car until there was nothing around you but a line of trees. He stopped the car, he even took off the keys. and jumped out. He opened your door, an enraged look in his eyes and grabbed you easily by your arm. He dragged you out forcefully. You whimpered in fear and in pain feeling the cold outside. 

You let him take you to the front of the car and he threw you over the hood. It was warm but still you shrieked when your cheek slapped against the metal. 

“Stay there or you’ll regret it” he didn’t need to scream, his deep cold voice was enough for you to take seriously whatever he had to say. so you just accommodate the palm of your hands right by your face, your feet felt groggy when you moved them, encountering grass and stone. 

“Andy” you called

“It’s Sir to you” his hands were suddenly in your hips so you squirmed to get out of his grasp, in result he grabbed your hair roughly and stuck your face against the hood

“What did I say?” 

“Let me go!” you demanded, quirming more roughly this time. this was getting out of control, you didn’t want this, any of it, “Now!”

“Now you want to command me?” he growled, “I fucking own you now, accept it!”

“Never!” you screamed, “I’d rather go to jail”

“You will” with the hand that wasn't crushing your skull he managed to pull down the cotton leggings you were wearing and you cursed yourself for doing so

It scared you to feel the cold night air in your naked ass, realizing suddenly that he had also pulled down your underwear as well

“No!” you yelled, “let me go! you sick…!” a scream ripped from your throat when he spanked you so hard it burned, “No!” 

“One!” he whispered against the shell of your ear, “Now you count or I’ll double it!” he threatened, and slapped you again

“Two” you whimper

“Good girl” he rubbed your ass cheeks ludly, before spanking you again, the sound and the feeling of your skin rippling made you moan, not knowing if you were enjoying it or not. 

The slaps kept coming and you kept counting, until you reached twenty 

“Twenty” you chanted, already crying, your ass burning. He smiled, you could feel it in the skin of your neck

“Such a good girl for me” he muttered, he got off of you but before he released you, you heard him spit, and his saliva landed in your heated ass. Making you whimper and quirm, grossed by him. He ludely rubbed your ass cheeks, trying to comfort you with the coolness, and it slowly did, but you also only felt dirtier. The cold of the night didn’t even let you realize you had started crying, hot tears leaving a trail down your cheeks. Andy definitely saw this and grabbed you by the arm, with your pants still under the globes of your ass, he pushed you again into the car.

“Are you going to be a good girl now?” he barked, and you just nodded scared to death, and he closed the door strongly, making you wince. You fixed your pants even though your ass hurt like hell, and you couldn’t believe what was happening, you were in the hand of a maniac. You had trusted this man to help you and now, you were at his mercy

He entered a suburban neighborhood, and you still feared the destination

“Sir, please” you muttered. “Where are you taking me?”

“You decided to have drugs on you, so now, you have to hide”

“Hide?” you asked, trembling

“I’ll make sure you stay out of trouble, young lady,” he said firmly, looking at the road ahead. And you wondered what that meant. He parked the car in front of one of the most suburban houses you had ever seen. Painted hite with dark blue windows and doors. 

“Andy?” you called, and after he turned off the engine, he turned around to see you

“This is my house, and you are going to stay here until you are no longer in trouble wildcat” 

“Wildcat?” you muttered, “What?”

“Now… Shut the fuck up or I swear you’ll regret it” he grumbled, and you just looked at him baffled, not being able to fit in your head what was going on, he got off the car quickly as a ninja, and opened your door and grabbed you and dragged off the car. He look everywhere nervously, but all the houses in the block were totally dark, lights turned off, it was like 3 am so that wasn't uncommon for a nice and urban neighborhood like that one

You just nodded and let yourself get dragged towards the house

The interior was as you’d expect it to be, very dull and very, hardwood floors, white walls, comfortable looking furniture. 

“Andy I appreciate everything you are doing” you stammered, “But this is too much, I really want to go home” you winced when he locked the door behind you

“You are staying here, and that’s final” he said firmly, and now, when you saw his blue eyes in the gloom of the dark house, you gained a little strength

“Andy, I don’t think you should be my lawyer anymore” you said quickly, “This isn’t working, you can’t just… grab me and take me here” when you saw his face, his eyes, you quickly lost valor, taking a step back when he took one forwards towards you. He was so big, so intimidating. He didn’t react to your words, he just took off his suit jacket, drop it in the back of the couch, and then he rolled up his sleeves up his elbows, damn when men did that it was so sexy

“You ungrateful little bitch” he spitted out, and you winced. He stopped in front of you, encasing your throat with his big hand. You whined, grabbing his wrist, but he squeezed softly as a warning, “You are going to do what I say exactly as I say it, do you understand?” you shook your head but he squeezed tighter. making it hard for you to breathe

“Let me go!” you demanded, grabbing him, begging him to release you, but he didn’t budge, you even tried to kick him, but that only worked against you, closing the grip he had on you and not letting you breathe

“I can’t hear you” he demanded, his cold blue eyes looking at you all serious, “Say yes daddy, I’ll do anything you say” you were having a hard time breathing, but you nodded in understanding, so he relaxed his grip so you could breathe and finally say

“I’ll do anything you say Daddy” you cried, and he smiled widely 

“That’s my little kitten” he praised, “Wanting to fire me, after I helped you so much, after you let me finger your wet pussy in the courthouse like a little whore” you shook your head

“That’s not what happened” you fought back

“No?” he asked, mocking you, “because I remember as clear as day you grabbing my hand as I was trying to help you and taking it right into your hungry cunt”

“You are insane!” you accused, rage burning inside your veins, “You psycho! let me go now or I swear”

“Or what?” he spitted out. If stares could kill he’d be  foot under, but they didn’t, and he was stronger than you, so you started walking, dragging you along with him by the neck. You squirmed and fought but he didn’t budge. He dragged towards a door, opening it roughly, making it bounce against the wall, and what you could see scared you, just a set of stairs leading to a dark unknown place.

“Don’t fucking fight it or I swear to God I’ll push you down this stairs” he threatened, and a force stronger than you, perhaps your survival insticts, made you comply to him, and walk down the stairs with wobbly fit, but making sure you wouldn’t fall 

Looking at Andy you were conflicted, he was the one who had made you feel so safe and protected, and now, he was some sort of an unhinged maniac. A big looking bulky door awaited you, in it the way around four different locks. It was barely open, like Andy had planned this. And this is when you fought. You weren't going to go in there. You kicked him in the shin, and when he folded in pain, you pushed him and ran. But you barely could make it two steps up the stairs, when you saw something over your head and soon you were being pulled backwards. 

“You ungrateful little bitch!” he screamed, he dragged you backwards and you could only see passing the doorframe in a quick succession

He threw you on the floor like you were a rag doll. It knocked the air out of your lungs, and it made you wince in agony, in fear, your body stiff because of the adrenalin

You looked around and screamed in fear, it was like a basement from hell, like some dom’s dungeon. A huge bed, with a canopy but not much else. But the walls were deep red, cushioned, and the floor black carpet over a black wood floor. But in the far wall, behind a glass wall there was a collection of items, toys, whips, masks, everything you can imagine

“What is this?” you cried, looking up at Andy, who was looking down at you with a sick smile on his face

“Your room kitten” 

“No no no” you cried, tried to stand up but your legs wouldn’t help you. Andy grabbed you by the back of the neck to keep you still as you squirmed. Not wanting to give into him

“Let Me go!” you screamed, looking up to him, and he only smiled, “I want to go home!” 

“You are home” you shook your head but he only tightened his grasp on you, “We need to set some rules, but first, you need to learn some manners”

“You crazy son of a bitch!” He made you stand only long enough for you to be thrown on the bed, and before you could understand what was happening he grabbed your pants and ripped them off of you so brutally your skin burned. You kicked and turned like an alligator, but nothing seemed to land on him

“I might use a ball gag on yo if you keep using that language kitten” he mocked, straddling your ass, making half of your body stay still. 

“I’m not a kitten!” you debated 

“We’ll see, I see we are not getting anywhere tonight, so I think I’ll just get you to bed” he was fast and swift, and the dread fell over your shoulders when you started to realize how planned this all was, he had the ties ready, and tied your hand to a ring that was placed on each side of the head of the bed. letting your arms spread, not being able to reach each other. 

“I watched 50 shades, ok?” you said mockingly, “this is supposed to be consensual you prick, I’d have to give myself willingly to you!” he only laughed 

“I’m gonna skip that part”

“Please Andy” you whimpered, finally the fear settling inside you, scaping seeming to be further and further away

“You begged so sweetly” he purred, and when he checked the ties where in place by your hands, he finally removed himself from you, moving towards the end of the bed

“What are you…? No!” he grabbed one of your legs bending it despite your struggle, and you felt the touch of a very soft rope getting around your thighs, “NO”

“Let’s practice your flexibility, ok sweetheart?” he said, tying one and then your other leg. He tied your thigh to your ankle, your legs bent uncomfortably, leaving you in the shape of a frog 

“Let me go, you sociopathic son of a bitch!” you screamed at the top of your lungs, but it was muffled by the bed. When he left you all tied up

“I warned you” he muttered gravely, passing over your head something you couldn't quite see, and then, a rubber ball opened your mouth inhumanly. You bit and fought but he placed it tightly at the back of your head. He wasn’t kidding he literally ball-gagged you. Your jaw was open uncomfortably, and you tried to tell him, but you could only muster a slobbery mess all in the corners of your mouth

“You don’t curse,” he threatened, “That’ll teach how to speak correctly” you shook your head, bitter tears falling down your cheeks, “See you tomorrow sweetheart! 

Oh no he wasn’t leaving you like this?” you pulled on your binds roughly, crying and trying to scream but nothing reasonable came out of your mouth. You heard him walk away, turning off the lights and closing the door behind him.

You shivered, and even though you were all tied up, you succumb to slumber 

“I hope that today you are more willing to cooperate” was the first thing you heard in the morning, when Andy abruptly turned on the lights and woke you up. You were so sore, and cold you barely nodded, not wanting to fight, it had been the worst night of your life, and you could swore that your legs were not going to work anymore, had lost all feeling in your extremities 

“Before I let you talk, you are going to listen to me, ok? Nod” and you nodded, “Good kitten” you tried to accommodate yourself, to see him, but he wouldn’t even let you do that. “You are mine now, you’ll do as I say exactly as I say it, Nod” and letting out bitter tears, you nodded, “This is going to work based on a system of rewards and punishments, you please me, I treat you real nice, I’ll even feed you good things and bring you stuff you request, nod if you understand” and you nodded again, “Good, but if you displease me, if you are rude, or try to kick me, or simply if you do not obey me, I’ll punish you” yu whimpered, feeling so sore you’ll do anything for him to release you. “Now, I’m going to take the gag off of you, if you scream, or if you insult me, I’ll put it back on, nod” you nodded your understandment, and you wanted to cheer when you felt his hands on the back of your head, and finally took off that system of torture

You whimpered, finally being able to close your mouth and relax your jaw. You could cry of happiness and I think you were doing so. The combination of fear and being tied up really took a toll on your body, and even though it wasn’t cold in the room, that only made it worse 

“Oh, Thanks” you mumbled, even though you shouldn’t have thank him, but you did nonetheless 

“That’s a good girl” he praised, I brought you some breakfast, if you are good, you can have some, ok?” you nodded

“Yes Sir” you said, caressing your aching jaw against the soft sheets below you

“Yes Sir?” Andy seemed thrilled at your response, “Such a good girl for me kitten”

“I’m sore” you muttered, “My legs hurt” 

“I’m sorry about that kitten, but I tied you up because you deserved it, do you understand that?” 

“Yes” you muttered, realizing he wasn’t going to release you yet, “Can I ask you something?”

“Go ahead”

“Why? why this? why me?” he chuckled darkly, appearing in your vision, looking straight at you with those blue eyes that seemed so attractive to you not even 24 hours ago 

“Well, I was always… eccentric in bed” he purred, “I never quite make my fantasies come true, not with my wife…” 

“Are you married?” you asked, surprised

“Was, kitten, anyways, once I learned about my inclinations it took me a while to make them come true, I was sure I wanted a submissive, but then I started looking for one and I realized something…”

“That you are insane?” you spat out, he only chuckled, pacing around

“... That it was more fun to make a wild girl such as yourself, and make her submit” he snapped the belt in his hand, and you couldn’t help but wince. “Careful sweetheart, or we might get to the punishment part sooner than expected” 

“Sick bastard!” you called, gaining a firm slap of the belt in your ass. You cried your pain, closing your eyes tightly, you didn’t want to see him, you didn’t want him to see you cry 

“Told you” he threatened, “The only thing I need to figure out now, is what kind of submissive you are”

“I’m not!” he exasperated you, “I don’t even know what it means” you whined, not being able to see him was also maddening, but like complying to you, he appeared in your eyesight 

“I’ll help you figure it out baby, ok?” with eyes full of tears you shook your head

“I don’t know what that means?”

“First, how will you call me? Daddy?” he teased, “Master?” “Sir?” he tried, “I think I like Sir, or daddy” you nodded, calling him Sir you were already used to, and daddy slipped right off the tongue, but master? not into that.

“Daddy or Sir” you cooperated, you needed to learn to choose your battles

“Oh, ok” his voice told you he was smiling, “This is nice” his big hands rubbed the hot gloves of your ass, “Would you like to be my pet? my little? My good girl?” but you shake your head strongly

“I don’t know”

“What do you feel about…” you whined when you felt a rogue finger of him prodding at the entrance of your ass, “wearing something down here”

“No” you cried, and then his big hand grabbed you by your hair

“And some cute ears?”

“No!” you repeated. And he laughed cruelly

“Ok sweetheart, ok” you squirmed when you felt him pull something over your head, tightening it around your neck

“No! no no no!” you twisted, scared that he was going to put another ballgag, but he put some sort of collar around your neck instead, that tingled when you moved, “What is it?” you asked, fearful

“A little token of your new status” he said simply, “Now I’m going to release you, but if you don’t comply…”

“You’ll smack my ass” you muttered, defeated, not wanting to fight, you only wanted release. He finally releases the binds on your legs, and then your arms. And you whined, stretching your legs and felt them numb. soon a tingle ran down your legs, as if a million ants where inside your muscles, and you cried in pain and discomfort

“I’m sorry for that sweetheart” he muttered, as you tried to distract yourself by hugging yourself, caressing your own amrs 

“The bindings where too tight” you whined 

“I know, I’m learning too, you know?” he said dismissively

“What do you want from me Sir?” you asked bitterly, laying on the bed, tired and sore and defeated 

“I want you so be on your knees for me, to take care of me, to do exactly what I want you to do” more tears fall down your cheeks, “I know it going to be an adjustment kitten, but at the end, I know you are going to end up begging” you shook your head. “Now, if you want me to leave you untied, you are going to do as I say” 

You looked at him dead in the eye and wondered what the fuck you were going to do. Could you play along? could you actually have a chance to escape? you needed to be smart about this, to pick your battles. To submit to him, only until he makes a mistake and you could scape 

“Sit on the edge of the bed” he commanded, and with great difficulty, you complied with him. He dropped something right next to you, you couldn’t quite place what it was, but it was black and shiny. You nervously touched the necklace you had around your neck. It was leather and thick, and it had a ring, a big one, right in the front. You had seen them before, it was a submissive necklace 

“Get on your knees on the floor” you again did as he instructed, hurting your knees when you landed on the carpet. You shivered when he seated on the edge of the bed right in front of you 

“What is that?” you asked, looking at the latex suit. Tears falling down your cheeks

“It’s your new clothes” he said, with a wicked smile

“I don’t want to wear this” you cried

“You are my little submissive, and you have to dress the part” you whined. With his index finger, he grabbed you by the ring of your collar, pulling it until you were trapped between his legs. “You are going to wear whateve the fuck I give you, do you understand?” you nodded, “But first, I want you to do something for me” you looked up to him in fear, and he only smiled wickedly

“You are going to return the favor I did for you in the bathroom that day. '' He petted your hair like you were some sort of pet, still having a grip on your collar, he directed your face right over his crotch and you could see clearly the outline of his cock. It was huge, “Take me out” you couldn’t deny you felt a heat pooling in your core, so you did what he told you. You opened his fly, easy since he had taken out his belt, and you discovered he was going commando, coming face to face with his thick shaft

“I warn you” he growled, when you grabbed him, “no fucking teeth or else” 

You whimpered, finally releasing him and you were right, he was as thick as a can of coke, and even though you wrapped your two hands around it, the tip still was left untouched. 

“No Sir” you said mindlessly

“C’mon don’t be a shy kitten, lick your daddy” and you did, shamefully wet, you did as he told you, licking his mushroom like tip that was already licking the precum. He grunted over you, and he almost lost it when you squeezed him gently, releasing one of your hands so the other could massage his thick shaft. 

You gained courage and you put all his tip inside your mouth, sucking it and massaging it with your tongue at the same time. Due to the moans and grunts he was letting out you guessed he was enjoying it. He grabbed you by the collar encouraging you to take him deeper and you did, you started to gag when it hit the back of your throat but that seemed to only riled him up more, since he started thrusting into your mouth, choking you, grabbing the back of your neck 

Your hands grabbed his thighs begging for mercy but he kept fucking your mouth 

“Fuck, the best pretty mouth I ever had” he grunted, you kept gagging and choking around him, your saliva dripping down your mouth and falling in your torn down tank top. “I’m gonna cum, and you are going to take every single drop, do you understand?” he released you only for you to nod and breathe. only for him to grab you again and you opened your mouth willingly to take him again. 

The wet filthy sounds you were making were taking him to another dimension. He was going to finish shamefully soon. He couldn’t believe he already had you there, between his legs, with your collar on, under his power. You were his now, finally he got what he wanted, one he only needed to train you to fulfill his darkest desires. You were so beautiful, so full of life and fire, he was going to enjoy breaking you. And with that thought in mind, he cummed so hard in your mouth like he never had before

You fought not to choke on his cum, it was so much, so thick. It tasted salty, prickling your tongue. He finally released you and you used your fingers to take the small drops that had fallen down the corners of your lips, to take it all like he told you to do

“Fuck kitten” he grunted, “you did so good, my good pet” 

You wiped the edges of your mouth with shame, not being able to look at him

“See how easy it can be?” he asked, caressing the side of your head, “Now eat your breakfast” he pressured, pointing at the small table at the side of the door, “There is something special in the juice, I must spoil that for you, it’s going to make you feel real good” 

Post chapter notes: Uhhhh our favorite sheriff Lee is next!! 

I had a very hard time writing this! I really had to do a lot of investigation about submissives and such, Andy will get better at it! 

Taglist! <3 @paulxruddx @kitty1960 @inlovewithhisblueeyes @hallecarey1 @jabersplatt

#misguidedwives #misguidedAU #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #fanfic #andy barber imagine #defending jacob #chris evans characters #dark!fic

[nickfowlerrr]

andy barber

18+ ONLY.

• angst - 🌊 • dark - ♟• fluff - ☁️ • smut - 🖤 •

each fic will have its own individual warnings. please read them.

main masterlist (other characters)

one shots

all i want - ☁️🖤

waiting - 🌊♟️

#andy barber masterlist #andy barber #dark!andy barber #andy barber x plus size reader #dark!andy barber x reader #andy barber x curvy!reader #andy barber x reader #bellasburdens

[dungeonpuppykai]

|| Paradise Regained ||

Summary: Andy, your fiancé, doesn't like the way you look at his identical twin, Lloyd.

Pairing: Fiancé!Andy Barber | Fiancée!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Andy Barber. This story contains mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact. Please DO NOT REPOST my work in any way and DO NOT USE MY IDEAS WITHOUT PERMISSION, thank you.

Warning(s): Spanking (hand and ruler), dom!Andy, possessive!Andy, dacryphilia, dumbification, babying, power imbalance, behavioral adjustment, wife kink, naive!reader, arranged marriage, age gap, humiliation, degradation.

Note: This is a spin-off situation of -> Paradise Lost <- and my coping mechanism for it because I physically cannot deal with cheating. This takes place before the actual cheating can ever start. Also, the lack of Andy Barber spanking fics is absolutely criminal. Also, I lowkey avenged him here lmfao! Ps, we will make this my 1k celebration fic, thank you so much for everything! And as always, feedback is much appreciated! 🩷

MASTERLIST

They are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man separate.

It had happened at the opening of some huge high-end mall Andy had been working on for quite some time now. Today was the day all his hard work and long meetings would pay off. He had built something from his own finances, on his own, and not his father's money. It would not be an overstatement to say that the male could not be happier; successful, still young for achievements of this sort and happily yours. 

You. 

His greatest treasure. 

A frown made its way on his handsome face when his ocean blue gaze shifted to you from the extravagant decoration lights that his father had been commenting on a minute prior. You were standing next to him as usual, humming and nodding along to something his mother was talking about. And though one of your arms remained looped around his, your eyes were elsewhere.

Somewhere he did not appreciate them being in the slightest.

Andy stiffened and his jaw clenched as his gaze slowly followed yours. The usually composed man couldn't help but let out a frustrated exhale through his flared nose when just as he had expected– known, Lloyd stood at the opposite end of the celebration area, enjoying your fancy. The younger male was surrounded by a few men but his disgusting gaze was settled on you with the most disturbing lopsided smirk spread over his cunning face.

The more Andy's twin eye fucked his future wife while dangling a champagne glass between his fingers, the angrier he got.

He had not meant for it to happen, honest. As someone who had perfected his composure with someone like Lloyd as practice, he was not supposed to give in to his rage like this. Andy was supposed to be better than this; than his brother. But he could not help himself. It had been months since you saw his twin for the first time and had immediately gotten awestruck. Your fiance hated the twinkle in your eye whenever his brother was around. The blush of your cheeks burnt his chest as he tried to ignore it every time but in vain. How your fingers tightened around his arm unconsciously, the way you bit your lip and fell out of conversation due to the diversion of attention.

All for Lloyd. 

And not him;

Your husband to be; the supposed sole owner of your fancies and blushes. 

Andy had had enough.

He finally snapped when you did not respond even after the third time he tried to steal your attention from his twin. The man sighed and set his champagne glass down on a tray one of the servers passing by him were holding. Steal your attention. He wanted to scoff at the absurdity of it. Your fiance had to fight for something that was his in the first place! 

Andy wanted to do unwise and improper things at the thought but he wasn't his brother.

"A- Ah! Ow, hon!" You gasped as your dreamy gaze tore away from Lloyd who was frowning now as he witnessed what was unfolding from his spot on the opposite side of the makeshift party space. "Dear!" You protested in confusion, taken aback by how Andy had suddenly pulled you away from your company and staring contest. He had never done anything like this before. "Hold on, dear! I'll slip because of these heels! What's wrong?!" Your heart leaped up due to the adrenaline rush his manhandling was causing, panic filling your senses as you looked around to possibly locate the cause of his apparent agitation. "What has gotten into you all of a sudden?!" 

Andy stopped in a deserted passageway, his broad back turned to you. You raised your eyebrows to prompt an explanation when he finally turned to face you. But instead of justifying his actions, your fiance only ducked in your direction to clasp his hands around your lap to pull you closer only to swing your body over one of his shoulders. You squealed and jumped when he stood back up to his full height. 

"Oh my God, Andy!" You would have giggled if it weren't for the very stern expression on his face. He was really upset about something. And he was expressing it in a very new way.

Your confused mind was yet to decide what you thought of it. 

"That is not what you call me" a loud gasp escaped you when he suddenly landed a loud and harsh eye-widening smack on your clothed ass before marching to the lift that would take you to his office. 

"Dear, I am sorry! I- I- what's happening?!" You dumbly squeaked out a panicked apology, feeling your insides heat up due to the sudden shift of power despite knowing just what the hell was going on. Andy felt so much bigger and mightier all of a sudden. You were so small and helpless in his hold as you felt your ass cheeks part due to the position you were in. "What are you-! Ah! Dear!" You complained when he landed three more smacks in quick succession. One on each cheek and the last one in the middle. 

"You don't know?" Your fiance scoffed and you gulped at his tone, embarrassed and intimidated as you hung upside down from his shoulder. The lift stopped with a ding. 

"... N- No…?" 

"Of course you don't. You are too small and stupid, aren't you hon?" Your eyes widened at his choice of words. He had never, not even jokingly, had ever behaved with you this way before. It was filling you with anticipation (for exactly what you knew not) and adrenaline. When Andy finally reached his office and placed your sore ass down -courtesy of his unexpectedly horrendous strength- on his huge work table, you felt tiny under his firm gaze. A whimper escaped you as you lowered your eyes, face hot. 

"I am sorry, dear. But I really don't u- understand…" You pouted a little, fiddling with your thumbs as you felt this kind of nervous and… small for the first time in your life. 

Andy sighed before he leaned in. "I am not surprised. I know you are just a naive little silly girl. You don't actually mean to hurt your husband, do you?" His voice was low and deep. 

Your eyes widened as you looked up at him with a quick jerk of your head. "Hurt? You? Of course not, An- hon!" You quickly corrected yourself when he raised an eyebrow in a challenging manner. 

Fuck. 

"But you still did" you tilted your head to the side dumbly, not having the slightest idea that he knew and could tell every time you were ogling over Lloyd. "I am sorry to say, dear. But you've been a very bad girl to me" your bottom lip jutted out at his words. No. This was not how you normally behaved but there was something about the way he had suddenly taken control and made you feel so small all in a matter of a couple minutes. 

You had never expected Andy of all people to be like this. 

But you couldn't lie, it excited you. 

"I am sorry, dear! I didn't mean to! I really didn't!" You assured him earnestly, reaching for one of his hands to hold in yours. "... B- But I really don't know what you are talking about…" You mumbled sheepishly, lowering your head once more when he sighed again. 

"Just the dumbest little girl, aren't you, honey? Need your husband to spell everything out for your tiny brain to understand?" You peeked up at him through your lashes with a soft pout on your face, the degrading words stinging at your hot skin. "But that's it, isn't it? Otherwise, why would you hold your fiance's hand -like you should, by the way- but stare at his brother with that stupid twinkle in your eyes" your face heated up even more and heart rate jumped up again. Oh no. You shook your head and attempted to explain yourself, afraid of all the ways this could go. But no words came out. 

Andy nodded to you gaping like a choking fish as if he had expected it. "Are you a slut then, dear?" You had never felt smaller or stupider.

You audibly gasped before shaking your head. "N- No! Of course not!"

"Do you want him instead?" You gulped down the bile in your throat as you watched his face to try and guess if he really meant it or not. But it was so hard to do that when his stature was so huge and handsome face nonchalant. Andy sighed and shook his head. "Honey, that was a rhetorical question…" You wanted to cry out from the frustration at this point. He was being so mean! 

But you felt so called out and guilty. 

"I- I am sorry, dear!" You whimpered with an apologetic pout, submitting almost instantly because you did not have a choice when he was being like this. There had always been something so soft yet stern about Andy. How he always compromised and assisted but never backed down if it was something truly disagreeable. "I- I… It has n- never happened. I- I dunno what got into me when I saw him for the f- first time… I- I do feel bad…" You helplessly confessed, caressing the top of his hand that you were holding with your thumb.

Andy hummed before nodding. You sighed in relief because that seemed to have convinced him that you didn't mean to do it. "I see." You had expected him to lash out like Lloyd did whenever something went against his liking. "So your small brain is just having trouble differentiating and distinguishing." His other hand pushed your hair away from your face. "I should have known. We look almost exactly alike, after all. Your little brain was bound to get confused." 

That… did make a little sense, actually.

"I- I am sorry for being so stupid and bad, dear…" Your eyelids fluttered at the feeling of his fingers tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear. 

"It's okay, hon. It's not your fault. You're just too much of a dumb little baby, aren't you?" You relaxed into his palm as he caressed your cheek, thumb toying with your lips. "That's why you need a husband; me. So I can help your little brain reason when it gets too silly. To remind you of where your loyalties lie." His voice was so deep and coaxing that no matter what he would have said in this moment, you would have believed it with your whole heart. 

This new side of Andy was bringing out a hidden side of you as well.

"Y- Yes, hon… N- Need you" you felt bad. Not only because of your guilt. But because he was confronting you about something so serious but all you could think about was how big he was. How he could do whatever he pleased and you would have no choice but to be his little toy– woah. 

You shook your head to rid yourself of the thoughts. 

But he was making you so excited. So warm. So…  needy. An unfamiliar vibration had started to thrum through you.

"So then will you be a good wife and take your punishment because you know you deserve it?" Punishment? You lowered your eyes and nodded still, the heavy guilt pressing hard on your chest. "Use your words, doll." Your insides twisted at the word. God. "I know it is hard for you to speak like a big girl because you're so small and silly but I need you to try for me, okay?" 

"Y- Yes, dear… I will take my punishment l- like a… good wife…" You responded with much difficulty, blushing so hard your skin's defense system started to try and cool it down. 

"That's my girl." Andy praised before he gently retreated his hand from yours and backed away. "Come here and help your husband with his coat, baby. Good wives always do their best to cooperate in punishments because they want to be on their best behavior for their husband." You shakily adjusted your dress as you winced while slipping off the table. The spanks you had received on the way here were still sore. "Do you want to be on your best behavior for your husband, doll?" 

Oh dear. 

All these pet names were adding to everything else. 

You were going to combust into fumes before whatever he was planning to do to you was through at this point. 

"I- I do… h- hubby…" Your words caused him to smile and you couldn't help but sigh to yourself in relief as you shyly helped him out of his coat. Finally!

"Good girl." Andy praised as he now placed one of his hands into yours. "Undo the cuffs" you gulped to yourself when you complied and his other hand heavily placed itself on the top of your head while you were at it, nails scratching your scalp comfortingly. "You're doing so good, honey. Making me proud already." The corners of your lips pushed outwards as you shyly rolled his sleeve up to his elbow and only then realized that his dress shirts and jackets did nothing for his body. 

Damn. 

You barely managed to pull yourself through doing his other sleeve before he praised you and ordered you to bend over the table; the order causing you to nearly choke on your own spit.

His rather condescending words added to the heat pooling between your legs. 

"Now. I am going to need you to be brave for me, okay dear?" Andy reached over from behind you to pick up a very sturdy looking wooden ruler from the side of the table where all the stationary was laying neatly. "This may be a bit scary and painful but you deserve it for being such a dumb baby. So be good and prove that you are sorry, okay?" There was a compelling effect in his tone; it was so agreeable that whatever he said seemed to be the only truth to your clouded mind.

"Y- Yes, hubby." 

"Good baby" he stroked your still covered cheeks with the ruler. "I will give you some clothed, the rest bare. Since you have been at this for months, the count is up to me and how red I like your ass. Fair enough?" 

You gulped and nodded, still getting used to the rather humiliating position. "Yes, dear." 

Andy only hummed this time around as he squeezed your cheeks one last time. And then the ruler whipped through the air and sent you screeching against the wooden table. 

"Oh, no! Oh, no! Oh my God! Oh my God!" Your ass was on fire due to the force he had used. "Oh!" You went to rub it but the man tutted and softly smacked your hands away with the tip of the ruler. 

"No touching. You deserve it" his voice had turned dark. Another smack. And then four more in quick succession. 

Okay. 

He was definitely channeling his pent up frustration through this. 

"I am sorry! I am so sorry, hubby– owwwieee~!" You couldn't help but kick a leg when he suddenly started to aim for your sit spots repeatedly, heating them up just as generously. "Oh God! Oh God!" All of this made you feel so owned that it was driving you crazy with all sorts of urges and thoughts. And when Andy placed his free hand on the small of your back to keep you in place, you just wanted to hug him as he landed more lashes. "Please! Please!" You were so sensitive that you just wanted to hug him and apologize, your antics that had led to this moment playing over and over in your guilty mind. 

"Hurts, doesn't it?" Tears streamed down your face as you nodded and audibly agreed using incoherent speech. "I felt worse each time I looked at you and you were looking at him. Staring at him hungrily like a starved little puppy while your man was right beside you struggling to get your attention, tsk. Always cutting me off to engage in conversation with him." Andy clicked his tongue as he peeled your dress up and away. "Such a dumb little slut, aren't you, doll?" Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, the first bare spank (you still had your underwear on) indicated that it was about to. 

"I am sorrryyyyy! I'll never do it againnnnn! Promise!" Your chest was heaving as you tried to move your seething ass out and away from his punishing hand but to no avail. "Please! I was stupid! I- I am sorry! Please!" Fuck. He was so good at… handling you. 

You couldn't help but like the loss of control as he rained more and more spanks on your poor ass, paying no mind to your pleas. 

There was something so arousing in Andy's sweet homeliness and how it contrasted his calm, icy anger that you were being subjected to for the very first time. Always speaking so little but saying so much. So caring yet firm when the moment called for it. Confident and calm in his authority that he exercised like a true gentleman and not a boy with too much of daddy's power on his hands. Unlike a certain someone. 

You had let your stupidity overshadow the kind of man that Andy Barber was. 

The true husband material. 

Man, how your parents always ended up being right never failed to amaze you.

Because you had found yourself thinking about how they couldn't have just paired you up with Lloyd instead. He too had seemed good in his own way.

Until…

You had all your answers now. 

After a good few minutes of roasting your ass, Andy halted the assault once his own breathing had gotten labored. "You are doing such a good job, baby doll. I am so, so proud of you." He rubbed your back and peppered kisses all over it. And though you were sobbing you couldn't help but lean into his touch. 

Such a perfect mix of firm and soft. 

Your body was losing it down there. 

"I am sorryyy~" you gurgled through your tears messily. 

"I know. I can see it. You've proven yourself." He calmed you down as he helped you breathe easier by guiding you through a short exercise and relieved the wheezing and howling with the use of gentle praise which stood at total odds with his prior actions. Though he didn't let you move just yet, Andy helped you sip a bit of water before he spoke again. 

"Now. I will be taking your underwear off for the last few lashes…  And I need my brave little baby to be honest with me and tell me if she's really okay with it. Because she doesn't have to agree to it if she doesn't want me to." Your ears perked up even in the state you were in. Finally! You sighed to yourself as you bit your lip. Maybe when he was done he would help you with the awful thumping in your pussy. 

He had to… right? 

"I- It's okay, hubby. P- Please do~" you sniffled out almost chirpily, the eagerness in your tone making him raise an eyebrow that he decided to shrug off.

"Good doll." Andy's fingers wrapped around the sheer material before he gently pulled it down. "Now, I will give you 20 and you will count them out loud. But if you mess up, I will have to start again." The way he used the ruler to caress your burning cheeks caused something to trickle down your leg. The sight made him snicker. "Such a dirty little girl you are, dear." Before you could react to his observation, you were gasping in response to the first concluding lash. 

Your leg kicked up before the base of your foot slapped the ground beneath you to cope, a shudder of both pain and arousal seeping through every cell in your body despite the distraught state that you were in.

"Baby bun?" 

"Y- Yes, dear?!" You cried out as your fingers gripped the edges of the table tightly. 

"Unless you want this to go on for the rest of the evening, I suggest you start counting." Your eyes widened as you realized that you had forgotten to count. But another hit had been packed against your flushed skin already by then. 

"T- Two!" Andy tutted.

"No, that was one." You gasped and whipped your head to face him, teary eyes wide.

"B- But! Th- This is the second one!" He smirked while caressing your sit spots with the punishing apparatus. 

"You didn't count the first one." As he raises the ruler again you hurriedly yelled.

"Fine! Fine! One!" Your fiance chuckled as he initiated the final sequence that was unforgiving and unstopping in its brutal wrath. "FIVE! SIX! SEVEN!" Andy alternated between your ass and sit spots as he commanded you to thank him after some ten spanks. "TWELVE, THANK YOU DEAR! THIRTEEN, THANK YOU MY LOVE! FOURTEEN, THANK YOU HONEY!" You were almost hysterical towards the end and were sure you would have been if it hadn't been for him calming you down before getting on with this. "TWENTY, THANK YOU SO MUCH, HUBBY!" 

Placing the horrendous ruler in its place at last, Andy gathered you in his arms at last, switching spots so now he was sitting at the edge of the table with you curled against him between his legs. He murmured sweet nothings and praises in your ears as he rubbed your back softly. 

It took you a while to calm down and apologize in a level headed way. Andy fixed your clothes as gently as he could after that, helping you sip on some more water as he dabbed your tear streams dry with a tissue. It was when he wiped at a bit of your snot did you realize just how comfortable you had always felt with him. It wasn't that you didn't like to look good for him. But it was his affectionate gaze and reassuring manner that never made you feel self conscious in front of him. You could always be your relaxed self with Andy without any fear of judgment. 

The thoughts made you reach for his beard and scratch it a little, the gesture making him smile. 

You didn't say much and just accepted his care until after you had fully stopped crying. It was after you had fixed his sleeves and cuffs before putting on his jacket for him that he took your hand in his to rejoin the party downstairs that you stopped him.

"Wait, h- hubby" you hiccuped. Andy turned to face you with a hum. "I- Erm… I…" You lowered your head sheepishly. 

"What is it, doll?" 

God. 

This name made your insides twist in the best way.

"N- Need… you…" You guided your intertwined hands to the aching spot between your legs sheepishly. A whimper escaped you when he allowed his hand to linger there for a second, even grazing it against your sensitive core before snickering. 

"You want to have our first time here?" Andy asked in disbelief and your cheeks heated up in embarrassment. You peeked up at him through your lashes while shyly biting your lip. "Baby doll," your fiance stroked your cheek with the back of his free hand before leaning down a little to face you directly. "We are civilized people who belong to a respectable society. Not some savages of instinct." His condescending guidance coupled with the dominance he was exuding in this moment pulled a whimper from you yet again. 

"S- Sorry, d- dear." You looked away from his intense gaze. "J- Just…" you shook your head. "I am sorry." 

"That's my girl." 

You rejoined the party hand-in-hand. Except, you did not look at anyone but him this time around. It was only now that you realized that while you were busy ogling over others, there was so much to observe and swoon over at what was right besides you. Yes, there was not exactly a sense of lingering danger to thrill you, but you had Andy's dark ocean blue eyes to melt for as each time he looked at you, they ignited a powerful spark of need in every single joint of your body. 

And said need Andy fulfilled that night. With you writhing on his bed under him with your hands above your head and mouth agape, his expensive penthouse mostly dark against your teary eyes. Andy grunted with each thrust he gave to your tiny pussy that his cock pushed open each time more and more each time he moved, your legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you screamed praises and thanks until you blacked out. The following morning wasn't much different.

Neither was the rest of your very happy life together.

#andy barber #andy barber smut #andy barber imagine #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x y/n #andy barber x black!reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber fic #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans character fanfiction #chris evans character x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans imagine #chris evans x smut #chris evans x female reader #chris evans x you #lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen smut #lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen x fic #lloyd hansen x innocent!reader #dark!lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen x reader

[inlovewiththefictionalcharacters]

SECOND CHANCE

CHAPTER - 3 : BBQ

Pairing: (Dark) Andy Barber x Reader.

Warning(s): Non-Con; Dub-con; Slow-burn(Maybe); Possible Defending Jacob spoilers; Possessiveness; Grief; Angst; Obsessive toddler(😛); Not proofread; Any other possible warnings will be added in the future chapters.

Summary: Follow Andy’s journey after the horrible accident that turned his whole world upside down.

*****

Series Masterlist

*****

*****

It’s been a couple of days since Andy moved in and his neighbors for the most part have been friendly and empathetic towards him, having known the ruckus that happened in his life while he was still in Newton. He was relieved for the peace that came into his life after all the chaos that happened. His life wasn’t perfect anymore, but he’s trying his best to live normally.

Gardner was like a breath of fresh air  that he didn’t even realize that he needed. But the highlight of it all was his next door neighbor Y/N. The moment he saw her, he knew he was gone for. It was as if he’s the high school Andy Barber again, giddy and all. It was easily noticeable that she had the same reaction towards him. It was like the two of them were teenagers all over again.

And then there’s little Ada. Y/N’s daughter. That little girl was so adorable that he can’t just help it. It was adorable that the little toddler had some sort of obsession with his car, which again, he found it very adorable. From what he’s known so far, Y/N was a single mother and Ada’s father was out of picture, making him wonder just how on earth can a man leave that woman and his child. Had Ada been his own daughter, he would’ve fought tooth and nail to stay with her and her mother - Y/N. But he’s still new there and he tried not to poke his nose into something that’s not his matter to worry.

It was clear as day that there was something going on between him and Y/N, he wasn’t sure what it was, but he’s willing to explore whatever that is. 

Andy decided to try the teaching side this time and take a break from the field work. With his profile and experience, it was cake walk for him to get a job as a teaching faculty - a professor in law school in the nearby university. Since it was still summer, he had time before the classes start. Time for himself to mope around in his house and visit Jacob whom he shifted to the nearby healthcare facility. 

He was back from visiting Jacob and was about to get into his house, but stopped when a familiar voice hollered his name. He turned his head and looked at the source and saw that it was Y/N along with little Ada and one of the other neighbors Mrs. Williams -  a kind old woman. The three females approached him with smiles on the faces of the two women and a big grin on the toddler’s face.

The toddler quickly scurried off towards him, wrapping her arms around his leg, making him chuckle and lift her up in his arms while her mom admonished her. Ada wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, burying her face in his neck immediately, completely ignoring her mom.

“It’s okay. I don’t mind her. She’s a little angel” said Andy.

Y/N scoffed in response and said “More like a spoiled brat, at the moment.”

Andy smiled while Mrs. Williams smiled softly.

“Now now, Y/N. Leave the child be, she’s just a kid. And doesn’t mind her either” said Mrs. Williams while Andy gently patted the little toddler’s head and back which didn’t escape the gazes of the two women who cooed at him.

“Oh, how can I even forget to tell you about what I’m here for” wondered Mrs. Williams suddenly while gently shaking her head.

“Andy, my husband and I are hosting a BBQ party in our backyard this weekend, like we do every summer. I’m here to invite you to it” said Mrs. Williams.

Andy furrowed his eyebrows and was about to give some lame excuse to not attend it, but Mrs. Williams beat him to it, saying “I’m not hearing any excuses from you. You’re new here and this will be the perfect opportunity for you to meet the others in our community. They’re all friendly for the most part, but can get a bit rowdy when drunk.”

“Besides” she added, looking at Y/N and the back at him smugly “Y/N’s coming too” making both Andy and Y/N blush.

Andy cleared his throat and nodded his head, saying “Okay, I’ll be there Mrs. Williams.”

Mrs. Williams’ smile widened and said “Sweet! See you guys then!” and walked away from there, leaving the two adults alone with the toddler while the two of them blushed like teenagers.

*****

Within the blink of an eye, the weekend was here. Andy decided to take a big pack of beers. When he decided that it was about time to go to the party, he took the pack in his arms and walked out wearing khaki shorts and a cotton shirt that went along with it.

Just as he went out and locked his door, he saw Y/N coming out of her house and his breath hitched looking at her. She was wearing a maroon cotton sundress with V neck and white floral print and her hair was in a top knot. Andy kept blinking behind his sunglasses as he gazed at her, mesmerized by her. The dress fit her so perfectly, embracing her curves. It was soo beautiful on her. His eyes then landed on Ada who walked out of the door. Like her mother, she was also wearing a sundress which was red in color with floral print on it but also had heart shaped sunglasses which covered her eyes. The toddler seemed to be full of energy while Y/N gently told her daughter to behave. His eyes landed on the dish in her hands as she locked the door of her house.

He met her by the side walk as she reached there.

“Y/N hey!” greeted Andy with a smile.

“Andy! How are you?” asked Y/N.

He saw that she was bringing dessert, a large mixed berry slab pie from the looks of it which looked absolutely delicious! Ada was sporting a juice b ox in her hand which she slurped noisily while holding Andy’s hand. 

“I’m good. What about you?” asked Andy.

“Same old, same old” Y/n waved off.

“Do you want me to hold the dessert for you?” asked Andy and Y/N shook her head.

“Your hands are already full Andy” she said and the two of them chuckled.

They talked about random stuff while they reached the residence of Williams’ and soon entered the backyards and saw that the party was on full swing. The men were cheering and laughing about something while the ladies were talking about anything and everything and the kids were running around, playing among themselves. Ada was quick to join them while Andy hollered after her to be careful. Mr. and Mrs. Williams greeted Andy and Y/n and dragged the two of them towards the men and women respectively after Andy placed the pack of beers in one of the coolers while Y/N placed her dessert on the dessert table. Mr. Williams soon took a liking towards Andy, taking him under his wing and he didn’t feel left out for not even a second. Andy liked the man instantly. John was his first name and Mary was Mrs. Williams’.

Soon, the men were called to start grilling the meat while the women dealt with the sides and other stuff. Andy and Y/N flirted with each other and had occasional playful banters. He watched with soft smile as Y/N applied sunscreen on Ada’s arms, face and neck while the toddler tried to mimic her mom and apply the cream to her mom’s hands, making Y/N chuckle. Then, the toddler skedaddles away when her friends called for her and Y/N joined Andy again and all the adults sat together, talking about stuff while John introduced Andy to everyone and everyone to Andy.

By the time the party ended, most of the adults are drunk or tipsy and the kids have long ago passed out after the whole rush, basically wearing themselves out. Andy accompanied Y/N as she carried a sleeping Ada home. He even took Ada into his arms and carried her for the most part, his heart tugging as the little girl unconsciously burrowed her face in the crook of his neck.

As they reached their homes, Y/N asked Andy if he wanted to come inside. Andy contemplated for a moment, but shook his head.

“Another time” he told her when he saw a somewhat disappointed look on her face.

Y/N nodded and took Ada back into her arms as the toddler whined before burrowing her face in her mother’s neck. Y/N wished him a good night with a gentle smile gracing her lips before she parted way to get into her home as Andy watched her go inside and close the door. Andy too went to his house and laid on his bed with a sigh after getting cleaned up. By the time sleep consumed him, he was mentally cursing himself for not going inside Y/N’s house when she invited him.

#second chance #chapter 3 #andy barber #andy barber x reader #Defending Jacob #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x oc #dark andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber #dark! andy barber x reader #dark! andy barber x oc #dark!andy barber #dark!andy barber x reader #dark!andy barber x oc #Jacob #Jacob Barber #Ada #cute