#ozzie barber

[georgiapeach30513]

A Losing Hand, Part 21

Summary:  it’s Father’s Day for Andy...this is a bit of a jump into the future, but seemed appropriate for the day

Pairings:  Andy Barber X Daisy!Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, mentions of blood, 18+ ONLY 

Word Count:  700

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“Where is she?” Andy asks throwing his soiled clothes into the fire, his hands washing away the blood, but the ragged knuckles remain.  Dr. Banner walks over to inspect his injuries, bandaging them as much as possible, while Steve and Bucky clean up from their night as well.  “Bruce, where is she?”

“Pissed off at you.  You left her with Nick,” Andy groans rolling his eyes as he pulls a clean shirt onto his body.  “You also forgot what today was,” when Andy gives him a questioning look, Bruce sighs.  “Father’s Day.”

“Shit,” Andy hurries up getting dressed while, Bucky looks at himself in the mirror.  “Let me go up there alone,” Bucky starts to interrupt but Andy holds up his hand, “I’m sure that she’ll want you there, too.  Let me go up there alone, and explain some things.”

“And you left her with Nick,” Steve starts chuckling, while Andy puts his rings back on his hands, taking a long look in the mirror.  “She’s a lot more sensitive since the baby was born.”

“Sam was off with his family, and she won’t tell me what her hang up with Nick is,” Andy inhales sharply, before starting to head up to your room, “She won’t like that cut on your face, Buck.”

Andy slowly opens the door, the baby crying, and Nick trying to get her to make him stop, “Change the diaper.”

“I have, he’s hungry,” your eyes cut over to him.  “Leave.”

“I’m supposed to be guarding you.”

“There’s a hallway.”

“Steve and Bucky get to...” Nick’s eyes looks up at Andy before he angrily stomps away.  Closing the door a bit too hard, making the baby cry out even louder.

Andy’s face softens when he sees the tears in your eyes.  Quickly adjusting your son to nurse, while Winter is trying to watch a movie.  “You told me he wouldn’t be here anymore.  You told me that once Ozzie was born, you would quit,” you look at his bandaged hands, and shake your head, “I can’t constantly worry about where you are.  I need honesty.”

“You need to trust me,” he adds crawling into the bed with you.  With a lingering kiss to your lips, he adds one to your son’s head.  “Ozzie, you are going to have to keep your mom calm.”

“How can I when Nick is just...Steve or Bucky.  I won’t have Nick in my bedroom anymore,” Andy starts to press more on Nick, but you shake your head no, placing a hand on top of Winter’s.  Her sweet face looks up at you, holding tighter to your hand.

“Ozzie doesn’t like Nick either,” she says mater-of-factly.  “Uncle Andy, where’s my daddy?”

“He’ll be up here shortly,” when Ozzie sleepily unlatches, Andy reaches for his son, and you remember exactly why you’re so in love with him.  Those thick fingers run over Ozzie’s soft skin, and he lifts the baby for a kiss.  “I’m sorry.  It’ll all make since soon.”

“I hope so,” you whisper, leaning onto Andy.  Winter’s eyes quickly move to the door when she sees her dad, and Steve standing in the doorway.  Jumping off the bed, to jump into his arms.

Her fingers pet over the mark on his face, “Who hurt you?”

“A very bad man.  But, daddy took care of him.  Did you and the Queen and her little prince have fun?” jokingly she growls at Bucky.  “What?”

“He was supposed to be a she,” she turns back to look at Andy, “Does that mean, you’re going to have another?” 

“Eventually.  I want to enjoy this handsome boy first,” Andy’s eyes never leave the baby, as he continues to take him in.  “You two have tomorrow off.  We’re not going anywhere.”

Bucky thanks Andy while the three of them leave.  You settle down more into Andy your eyes already drifting closed.  A whole day spent on edge with Nick being there, and finally you’re comfortable.  “Thank you,” Andy whispers gently.  

“He’s more comfortable with you as well.”

“Daisy, say the word, and Nick won’t be here anymore.”

“Andy, I don’t trust him.  And I don’t want him near the kids,” he gives you a solid nod, letting you know it’s done.  No explanation needed.  Yours and the kids comfort is what matters.  And he will do anything for you, the chunky boy in his arms, and that giggling little princess.  “I love you though...Daddy.”

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Taglist:  @tis-thedamn-season​ @marveloustaylortot​ @pono-pura-vida​ @missacidburn928​ @sstan-hoe​

#a losing hand #a losing hand au #andy barber #andy barber x reader #dilf!andy barber #dilf!andy barber x reader #bucky barnes #winter barnes #steve rogers #ozul andrew barber #ozzie barber

[ozarkthedog]

Hey Ozzie, psst it's me ... Andy's slut. Not sure if you'll be inspired but since you write the man so well, could I please get Andy Barber with prompt 97:- “if you interrupt me one more time— so help me god”

Hope you enjoy this, Christy. I know I sure did. 🥵💙

warnings: 18+ only. minors dni. softdark!Andy. fingering. slight blood mention.

Desperation bubbles in your chest and slowly works its way up your clavicle, threatening to spill at any moment. You’re not allowed to make any noise and already you’d let out two pitiful moans. The shame and embarrassment didn’t help your situation but only added fuel to the flame as Andy slipped another finger inside your drenched core.

“If you interrupt me one more time— so help me god, you won’t be allowed to come for weeks.” He accentuates the threat with a harsh slap to your sticky cunt, making you jolt in his lap. “I fucking mean it.”

Your velvet walls convulse around his thick fingers as he presses and curves them back in just right. Shiny arousal drips down the slice of you and onto his obscenely soaked trousers. Despite his rough treatment, you’ve never been more turned on.

A rumble of dark laughter runs up your back and ghosts over your collarbone. “You really don’t want to test me, Honey.”

Andy scrapes his beard on your cheek and spreads your legs wider with his own causing the tendons in your thighs to ache tremendously. “I just want to see how good you can be for me.”

He cruelly focuses on that spongy spot that always makes you see stars and instantly, you start twitching and writhing in his hold. Strong, suit covered arms encase you to him even tighter and make it so hard to breathe. 

Your lungs burn and your ribs throb but still you hold the desperate wanton mewls at bay. Your limbs jerk when Andy lays his thumb on the crux of your clit and draws tight circles around the bundles of nerves. You bite your lip so hard you taste faint traces of copper. 

You shake your head from side to side, willing away the moans that want to escape as he flicks your tiny nub over and over. Your cunt quivers under his experienced fingers with every shove of his wrist as he forces you closer and closer to the edge.

Frantic hands fly to Andy’s wrists as a sharp wave of pleasure shoots up your spine. Soundless moans turn into anxious puffs of air as they push from your nose. 

Just as you’re about to hit your crest, Andy shoves two fingers from his free hand into your mouth. Your eyes bulge as he presses down on your tongue effectively trapping you in his wicked game. You knew there was no possible way of coming without making noise now and Andy knew it. He planned this all along.

“You should know better, Honey. I always play to win.” Andy grunts vilely as your vulgar screams fill the room.

#andy barber #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #chris evans #ozzie writes

[rebelrayne]

he's back......

what my husband thinks of the season six male islanders with little to no information

aka he based it on their profile in the game. under the cut because it's long.

jamal

black tony hawk. he looks like he's cooking up some drama. obviously hasn't learned to button up his shirt. i don't see how he would have had a threesome cause he doesn't even look like he could have a twosome. small bulge. he has glossy lips. i'm done with him, he's kind of boring.

lewie

his combover looks stupid. did he paint on his five o'clock shadow? semi-pro? what's that mean? he's a fucking weekend warrior? "golden retriever energy" aka he has bad hips. his body just looks gross. it's all elongated and shit... his ears don't match his fucking face. he's got chicken ass legs to be playing football (soccer). he probably cries when he has sex. who the fuck names their kid lewie? he's the kmart version of gary. he looks like he's poor. probably gets drunk off two white claws. his mouth fucking irritates me. it's like he has an asshole for a mouth. show me his picture again - ugh just look at how fucking ugly he is. his personality probably matches his looks.

also was told to attach this meme curtesy of my husband's mind:

ozzy

what the fuck does he tell his barber? like 'keep it long in the front but cut everything else i want no hair on any other parts of my body'. at least he's proportional (unlike lewie). seems like the kind of guy that would invite a girl over to hang out then breaks out a fucking bong. and then gets stoned off his ass. i've never seen that color nipple before. his jaw is the shape of a rhombus. his puppy dog eyes don't work on me. what kind of dancer is he (🤨)? because if he's an erotic dancer, he only works day shift because he's not good enough for night shift.

roberto

he actually looks kind of cool. i don't like the way he holds himself though. he looks like he could be a pirate - he looks like johnny depp. does he have to take his watch everywhere? like that citizen watch doesn't mean you have money, bro.

ryan

he looks like frodo baggins. "we have to save the shire!" probably has some hairy ass feet. he's literally trapped in the body of a 12-year-old and looks like he's 4'10". he's a singer? what's he sing? hobbit songs? where did he buy his shorts? the fucking youth section? (tries to zoom in, gets annoyed he can't). is definitely the one that is going to try to talk mc and amelia into having a threesome - then makes them compete for who's better.

#litg double trouble #litg dt #litg jamal #litg lewie #litg roberto #litg ryan #litg ozzy #he hates lewie #gary mf wannabe

[taytrashmouth]

okay okay stanley barber x metal head reader ❤️❤️❤️ please i need some kinda hcs or something love your work babes

Love this idea!!! Thanks so much and I hope you enjoy!

Stanley barber x metal head reader

TW: brief mentions of drugs sex and porn, use of girlfriend, hickeys

In Stanley’s basement, pretty much everything goes. Drugs, fine. Sex, fine. Porn, fine. You, totally fine.

But the wonder that was Stanley barbers basement had never been exposed to metal, heavy metal. So here you were, lying on the carpet with Stanley listening to black sabbath and Metallica.

He would nod his head or move his foot to the beat every once in a while but he didn’t seem to love it like you did. It was okay, it’s not like you were dating him because he was a metal head. In fact you kind of liked that you were polar opposites.

You lifted onto your elbow to look at him, dark hair falling into your eyes. “What do you think?” You asked as he mimicked your position, now facing each other.

He looked at you in awe, forever lucky to have you as his girlfriend. He examined your eyeliner that made your y/e/c eyes pop.

“It’s different. I like the guitar in the one about the girl who likes plants.”

“Huh?” You looked at him with utter confusion.

He started to hum the tune, head banging as he sung and you began to laugh.

“Sweet leaf?” You fell onto your back laughing.

“Bingo.” He smiled down at you.

“You know you’re like my favourite person on earth right?” Stan stated, just above a whisper but it’s so much meaning behind his words.

Red blush crawled to your cheeks and you hid your face in your hands. Smiling from ear to ear. “You’re my favourite boy in the world.” You added as you lowered your hands.

He looked only half offended, jokingly clutching his chest. “who’s your favourite girl?” He questioned.

“Joan Jett babe.” You shrugged.

“Ah, I can’t compete with her! She’s like a god to you.” Stan smiled.

“Nothing I can do.” You joked back.

“You’ll have to repay me, I guess.”

“I guess so.” You smiled wider.

“You should start working off your debt now” Stan added pretending to look at files.

“Is that so?

“Yeah, y/n/n” he leaned down and your lips met his.

You moved perfectly in sink pulling him into you to deepen the kiss. Ozzy seemed to fade in the background, an afterthought. You grabbed Stan’s shoulders and rolled him under you, straddling him now. Long dark hair falling to your side.

As you pulled apart for air, both breathless Stan held himself up on his elbows, with you still on his lap.

“Blood witch is better.” He panted.

“Shut up.” You shoved him back down, smiling despite yourself and continuing your heated make out session.

What can you say opposites attract.

#stanley barber #ianowt #fanfiction #requests #metal heads #x reader

[bracketsoffear]

TMA: The Musical, Version 2.0:

Thanks to all the posters whose ideas I added to this one.

EYE

Touch-Tone Telephone by Lemon Demon

Electric Eye by Judas Priest

Busted from Phineas and Ferb

Aha! By Imogen Heap

LONELY

Waving Through A Window from Dear Evan Hansen

Invisible from MLP Equestria Girls: Forgotten Friendship

I Am A Rock by Simon and Garfunkel

Love Like Ghosts by Lord Huron

Frozen Pines by Lord Huron

Drift Away from Steven Universe: The Movie

Mister Cellophane from Chicago

Have A Seat Misery by Shayfer James

VAST

Infinitesimal by Mother Mother

Major Tom (Coming Home) by Peter Schilling

Waiting For The Drop from Ride the Cyclone

Stranded Lullaby by Miracle Musical

Dream Sweet in Sea Major by Miracle Musical

Achilles Come Down by Gang of Youths

BURIED

Debt Collector by Jhariah

The Woods by San Fermin

Why We Build The Wall from Hadestown

Way Down Hadestown (Reprise) from Hadestown

Pressure by Billy Joel

Sixteen Tons by Tennessee Ernie Ford

DARK

Hometown by Twenty One Pilots

Come Wayward Souls from Over The Garden Wall

The Night by Aurelio Voltaire

Snuff Out The Light by Eartha Kitt

Friends Who Don't Go Out At Night by The Deadly Syndrome

STRANGER

Mirror Man by Jack Stauber’s Micropop

Faceshopping by Sophie

The Stranger by Lord Huron

Mr. Roboto by Styx

Doll Parts by Hole

Suit by Boom! Bap! Pow!

SPIRAL

The Mind Electric by Miracle Musical

Discord by The Living Tombstone

Crazytown from 35MM: A Musical Exhibition

Who's Crazy/My Psychopharmacologist and I from Next to Normal

Spiraling Shape by They Might Be Giants

SLAUGHTER

Culling of the Fold by The Decemberists

This is Why We Fight by The Decemberists

Courage Knows No Bounds by Heather Alexander

Ready to Die by Andrew WK

Ballroom Blitz by Sweet

The Ballad of Sara Berry from 35MM: A Musical Exhibition

Three-Five-Zero-Zero from Hair

Poisoning Pigeons in the Park by Tom Lehrer

Murder, Murder! by American Murder Song

Peacemaker by The Mechanisms

HUNT

The Mariner's Revenge Song by The Decemberists

Blood and Thunder by Mastodon

Catch You by Sophie Ellis-Bextor

One Way Or Another by Blondie

A Confession by PhemieC

Getting Into Knives by The Mountain Goats

FLESH

Body Terror Song by AJJ

We Started This Op'ra Shit from Repo: The Genetic Opera

A Little Priest from Sweeney Todd: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street

64 Little White Things by Cake Bake Betty

Final Form by Everything Everything

END

The Ballad of Jane Doe from Ride the Cyclone

Leslie Anne Levine by The Decemberists

Dead Girls by Penelope Scott

For The Departed by Shayfer James

The Yawning Grave by Lord Huron

Fall Fair Suite from Ride the Cyclone

Dust and Ashes from Natasha, Pierre, and the Great Comet of 1812

End of Life by Death Spells

EXTINCTION

Feed the Machine by Poor Man’s Poison

Countdown’s Begun by Ozzie Osborn

It's the End of the World as We Know It (And I Feel Fine) by R.E.M

Seed Song by The Mountain Goats

Welcome to the Internet by Bo Burnham

We Will All Go Together When We Go by Tom Lehrer

How Bad Can I Be? from The Lorax

DESOLATION

Lucky Sevens by The Mechanisms

No Children by The Mountain Goats

The Dismemberment Song by Blue Kid

The World Ender by Lord Huron

That's Not How the Story Goes from A Series of Unfortunate Events

Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier

Burn It Down by Daughter

Until It Doesn't Hurt by Mother Mother

World Burn from Mean Girls

CORRUPTION

Dysentery World from The Trail to Oregon

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives

I Love You Like An Alcoholic by The Taxpayers

Sweet by PhemieC

Sticks & Stones by The Pierces

Entomologists by Ghost and Pals

WEB

Candy Store from Heathers the Musical

New Invention by I DON’T KNOW HOW BUT THEY FOUND ME

Wires by The Neighbourhood

Red Right Hand by Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Kiss Me, Son of God by They Might Be Giants

Redesign Your Logo by Lemon Demon

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#asks #song tournament

[smallratboy]

Steve and Eddie are on opposite ends of the “men with long hair” spectrum.

Steve spent years growing out his hair, bought special shampoo and shit for it, brushes his hair at least twice a day, and is very proud of his hair. Probably has a special barber that cuts it just the way he wants so it looks flawless.

Eddie on the other hand doesn’t give two shits about his hair. He got to middle school, found out who Ozzy Osbourne was, and refused to cut his hair after that time period. This man hasn’t gotten a haircut since he was 13.

Steve once tried to brush Eddie’s hair and the brush got stuck. It’s still somewhere in his mess of hair, never to be seen again.

#steddie #steddie headcanon #steve looks at eddie’s hair with pain in his eyes #he’s on a mission to make eddie take care of his hair #even buys him scented shampoo #and a comb #steve your mom is showing

[unwelcome-ozian]

Hi guys! Weekly funny…. Last week, I lost an electron.

I really should have kept an ion it.

And I really hope that you have a great week ahead. It’s nice to see you posting again. Take care!

Hello there! It’s good to be back. I hope you’re doing well.

How did the barber win the race? He knew a shortcut.

Wishing you a splendid and peaceful week.

Take care,

Oz and Ozzie

#answers to questions #joke #weekly funny

[insane4fandoms]

Alright, @wouldntyou-liketoknow, we have second on the list, Ozzie!

I would feel like he’s petty and smug about his escapes, so he would have the names of the prisons he escaped tattooed on his arm, just to show off. Long hair since he doesn’t trust the barbers in the jail, (also I’m pretty sure I wrote Brooklyn, but that still counts since it’s still in New York so-)

His nickname to Yancy is keys since the poor man gets the bathroom key stolen by Ozzie so many times, and he teases him about it. But their friendship together is very iconic and well known in Happy Trails, where Warden gets suspicious about Ozzie’s influence on Yancy, but as long as they’re both in line (spoiler alert, they’re not)

What to know about him is here!

@crazy-obsessed-enby

#matpat #ahwm #Ozzie

[someroach]

Im bored, here's my top interests rn

Warning: it is an ungodly amount.

Books:

Daisy Jones & the Six

Percy Jackson series

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde

(not sure if it counts but its here anyways) The Glass Scientists

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Movies/Tv:

Monster High

Black Christmas

David & Lisa

Bullet Train

Unbreakable Kimmy Schmidt

Boy Meets World

Girl Meets World

Martin

Day of the Dead

Midnight

Knightriders

The Boy

Mean Girls

30 Rock

That 70s Show

Stranger Things

Looney toons/tunes (GIRL WHEN I SAY THAT MANDELA AFFECT GOT A GRIP ON ME-)

Jigsaw

Animaniacs (original)

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Games:

Don't Starve

Bendy & the Ink Machine

Crimson Snow

Dead Plate

Five Nights at Freddy's (mostly security breech)

Andy's Apple Farm

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YouTubers:

August the Duck/Duck the August

Charlotte Dobre

KallmeKris

(don't judge me-) LineChu

Markiplier

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Music:

Destroy Boys

Ashnikko

Banshee

Rob Zombie/White Zombie

Ozzy Osbourne

Insane Clown Posse

Måneskin

My Darkest Days

Scene Queen

Leanna Firestone

Mindless Self Indulgence

3oh!3

Evelyn Evelyn

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Musicals:

Mean Girls

The Heathers

Dear Evan Hansen

Hamilton

The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll & Mr Hyde

Be More Chill

Sweeney Todd: the Demon Barber of Fleet Street

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That's all for now.

Shut up I know it's a lot. 😭

It's a lot to tag omgg-

#the glass scientists #martin 1977 #black christmas 1974 #midnight 1982 #carrie 1976 #boy meets world #monster high #david and lisa #unbreakable kimmy schmidt #bullet train #girl meets world #the boy 2016 #knightriders 1981 #day of the dead 1985 #daisy jones and the six book #strange case of dr jekyll and mr hyde #percy Jackson #fnaf #crimson snow #dead plate #bendy and the ink machine #andys apple farm #dont starve #charlotte dobre #linechu #august the duck #markiplier #kallmekris #be more chill #dear evan hansen

[georgiapeach30513]

A Losing Hand, Part 20

Summary: Nick pushes you too far. The birth of baby Barber

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, PIV sex, pregnancy sex, creampie, TW sexual harassment, mentions of branding, mentions of tongue removal, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.9K

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Sitting up in the bed, you grip your overly stretched belly. Running your fingers over the swell, moaning in discomfort. Just like you knew he would, Andy sitting up with you. His hand moving over your body, and those dark blue eyes gazing into your own. “Daisy, what’s wrong?”

“He’s running out of space,” you whine. Trying to change positions, but that big tummy gets in your way. “Andy, why did you make such a big baby. He won’t come out. He’s not gonna fit.”

“Bruce said he was fine, and if he wasn’t, that he would induce you,” your head leans back, sighing at how discontent you are. “What?”

“I want raspberry cheesecake,” Andy pops his tongue, shaking his head at how ridiculous you’re being. “And I want to hear you play the piano.”

“Ozzie, your mother is a bit needy son. But seeing how you will be needy when you arrive, I better baby her right now, don’t cha think? Come on,” he quickly gets of the bed, just so he can help you up.

Giving you a little chuckle when you start to waddle. If he didn’t think it was cute, and made sure to tell you, you’d be offended. He drops you off in the formal dining room with the piano, jogging off to get you a slice of cheesecake to share, upon returning, you give him the first bite before sitting to just listen to him play. His fingers move effortlessly across the keys, a skill his mother made sure he had. This softer side of Andy one of your favorites. Not many knew, not that he cared. But you loved that this was just for you. Caressing over your stomach, you think how it’s for your son as well.

Finishing up the cheesecake, you move to block Andy from the piano. Your body directly in front of him, and he tilts his head, to look up at you, “Daze, what’re you doing?”

“You’re going to be the best daddy,” his eyes flutter, seeing them go misty, you go to cup his cheek. “I want our son to be just like you.”

“I want him to be like you. Hidden strength, kindness, forgiving.”

“Stop it,” you tell him playfully. Leaning a bit more onto the keys, your ass making a horrible diddy. “Andy, I know we had a rough go at first. But I do love you. I forgive you.”

“You shouldn’t.”

“This,” you finger moves between him and you before laying your hand on your belly, “this requires forgiveness.”

Andy stands up, as close to you as Ozzie’s temporary home will allow. His thick hands softly grazing up and down your sides, his eyes blown wide with lust, mirroring your own. “You know,” you stutter out as his head turns to the side, ghosting his lips over the column of you neck.

“What were you gonna say?” he asks. Flattening his tongue, he licks up your heated skin, blowing a draft of cold air over the wetted area.

“I know what can induce labor?”

“What’s that, Daisy?” Andy gives your neck a little nibble, pushing apart your legs, to place himself in between them. Your hand immediately palming over the bulge in his sweatpants, “Daisy, what induces labor?”

“Andy, I want you to fuck me,” he sets the lid down on the piano. “Baby, not here.”

“Yep, I’ll have my wife wherever the fuck I want,” lifting your body up onto the piano. The wrap nightgown, becoming abundantly clear as to why it’s his favorite, when he pulls it open, leaving you vulnerable and naked. His hand smooths over your slit, while he lets his sweatpants drift to the floor. A knee crashes to the keys, and creates the most beautiful symphony as he pushes into your warmth.

Nothing too fast just a slow and determined thrust. His hands rubbing over your stomach as he creates a steady and deep pace. Thumb stimulating your clit, and it doesn’t take much, causing him to quit with his thumb, “You’re so sensitive, Dais. I don’t want you to cum to fast, sweetheart.”

Watching you as your body writhes around with pleasure. Unable to look at him because you’re so pleasured. “Relax. I’m giving you a massage,” he chuckles at you. Your hands move to your tits, groping and tweaking your nipples. “There ya go. We gotta do what we gotta do to to push you into labor, don’t we?”

“Yeah, we do. Gotta do whatever it takes.”

“Shh, you’re getting worked up again. I haven’t got to feel you long enough.”

Andy’s face gazes at you, wishing there wasn’t so much separating him from you, until he remembers who that someone is. Can almost imagine coming home to you with his baby in your arms. The thing he’s always dreamed of almost here.

“Andy…Andy,” your voice pants when he starts rutting into you. Becoming a mess right underneath him. Seeing Andy become animalistic suddenly, sets your body fire.

“Oh god, Andy!” you scream as you cum hard over him. Gripping tight to his forearms, while he continues his mission.

“Almost there,” he grunts, sweat beading around the perimeter of his face, and you have never seen him look more handsome. Throwing his head back, he growls, as his orgasm rushes through him. His thick cream coating your walls, and you sigh in relief.

“You look beautiful like that.”

Andy gives you a big wide grin, breath still staggered as he gulps for more air, “That’s the first time a woman has ever called me beautiful.”

“Get used to it. Because I’m no woman, I’m your Queen, and the mother of your son.”

“Our son.”

“No,” you whine at Bucky after he tells you that they have to go on a quick ‘thing’. And it pisses you off you’re being left with Nick. A thing. Just a thing. Even Andy told you not to worry your pretty little head.

“Just call if anything weird happens, go into labor, whatever. I’ll bring him right back. He’s got some loose ends to tie up, and then he’s done for at least a month.”

You know how childish you sound. But dammit, you don’t want Nick. “You’ll be fine. Winter is down for nap,” which only further irritates you. Nick isn’t as bad when Winter is there. “Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine. Go on leave. Leave me here in my tower.”

“Daaaaaiiiisy,” Bucky draws out your nickname, he’s the only one who you can fully pout with. “If there is something wrong, we’ll listen. But you’ve got to tell us,” when the feet of Nick’s create shadows under your door, you know it’s time to quit.

“We’ll be fine. Just go. Hurry up.”

Bucky leaves, making Nick sling your door open, walking over to open the curtains to your bedroom, and you walk out leaving him. He can stay here all he wants. Going to the kitchen to prepare you and Winter a snack, but those stupid feet follow you.

You have a new tactic, just ignore him. Going to slice up some apples, but Nick walks too close behind you. Leaning on the counter, just in your peripheral vision. That arrogant smirk planted on him. “What do you want?”

“I am here to watch you, can’t I do my job?”

You roll your eyes, the careful cuts now turning into angry chops. Nick’s eyes look up and down your body, and he slides his hand over to you on the counter. Removing it just to rub on your belly. “You know, Andy used to always share what was his,” you drop the knife to the counter, and his body moves behind you. His hands going around your stomach. Flowing down until he’s cupping the bottom. You know you’re struggling to find air, but get so much relief when he lifts your belly up. Holding Ozzie’s weight in his hands. And for a moment you forget who is behind you. Laying your head back on his shoulder, and you take a deep inhale.

“You do know how to behave,” your body stiffens back up, and you look around for an escape. “Doesn’t appear to have worked.”

“What?” you ask looking at the knife, but Nick just side steps it out of your reach.

“He didn’t fuck you hard enough. I would have had you bent over in the kitchen, or even had you riding my cock. You did look really pretty on that piano. It’s kinda poetic because wasn’t that the first place Andy tasted you? Had you laid back while he feasted on that virgin cunt?”

“Nick, let me go.”

“Why? You know these conversations are for you and me. I know you’ve been keeping them secret.”

“Let me go.”

You stiffen up further when he sniffs up your neck, “You’re getting closer. Even your scent is changing,” you look for anything to grab, just wanting to get away from him.

“You telling me Bucky hasn’t tried to fuck you after seeing you with his daughter? He is such a sap and sucker for that shit. Or Steve? I bet him and Andy take turns with you don’t they? Or is it Sam? You like that big thick cock? Would he get your ass or your pussy? I had hoped you’d given me a taste by now. How about today is the day?” he presses an open mouth kiss on your neck, and you elbow him in the gut. His hands dropping your stomach immediately and you cry out as the weight crashes back down.

Seeing stars as you try to get away from him. His body rushing towards you, but you trip over your feet, crashing to the floor, and you scream out as pain lights up your body. “Stay away!” holding your stomach you begin crawling away. Putting as much distance between you and Nick as possible, leaving a trail of pink blood, and liquid.

“No,” you scream. Gripping tighter to your belly. Screaming for anyone that could hear you in the compound.

August comes rushing around the corner. Looking between you and Nick. Scooping you up bridal style, glaring at him, “Fucking call Andy you dumb idiot!”

Nick struggles to get his phone, when you look up at your savior, “He can’t be alone with her.”

“Who?”

“You know who. August, he can’t be alone.”

“Then you better start talking fast about what Nick did. I’ve got to get you to the infirmary,” his feet take you in the wrong direction. Further away from Winter than you desire.

“August. Get. Her. First,” your teeth clench, as another contraction runs through your body. Feeling dizzy with how quickly things transpired, but you need to know she’s safe.

“Dammit,” walking towards the rooms, he passes Luke, “Get Bruce to ready the infirmary. I’ve got to pick up our little secret.”

Luke doesn’t respond just starts off at a quick pace to get Bruce. “Could he not have got her?”

“She thinks you don’t know about her. She’ll need to see me.”

The poor girl gets a scare of her lifetime, Shadow and Aspen, too as they shoot up off the bed, “Daisy, I thought you forgot about us. Shadow slept so good in here. Oh! Is the prince coming?”

“Yeah,” sweat lines your brows as you try not to show how bad the pain is getting. “August hurry. Princess, I need you to follow us. Come on girls.”

August going as fast as he can to Bruce who is already setting things up. Pointing at the bed, for him to lay you down. “Uh, so we’re going to quit pretending that Bucky has a kid then?” Winter gives him a cute little wave. Both dogs flanking her.

“Has someone called Andy?”

“Already did, my Queen,” Luke brings over some water for you to drink, “they’re on their way, okay? He’s not going to wait on his daddy, so don’t think you can stop this labor. My wife couldn’t,” you offer him the best smile you can give him. “Walker, the girl and dogs need to go. They’re on their way. Bucky’s driving, so they’ll be here shortly.”

You wait until he leaves with her, before you grit down, using Luke’s hand to squeeze, but he just gives you words of affirmation while Bruce checks you. “Well, the good thing is, everything is okay.”

“The bad thing?” Luke asks for you, as you try and count your breaths through the contraction.

“I don’t know what happened, but this is going quick. Dais, you stressed?”

“Gimme the epidural!”

“I can’t.”

“You can’t?” What?” Luke and you shout at him.

“You’re too far along,” you collapse on the bed begging for Andy. And both men try and calm you. “Daisy, what happened?”

“I fell,” you cry up at him. Gripping to Luke’s hand again. “Where’s Andy? I can’t have his baby if he’s here.”

“Ozzie isn’t going to wait.”

Andy rushes through the compound ignoring everyone until he barrels through the doors. Luke holds onto your hand while Bruce is shouting for you to push. “Andy!” you cry out, and he rushes to you. Pushing his lips up your forehead for a bruising kiss. “I couldn’t stop him,” you’re unsure if you’re talking about Ozzie or Nick at this point. The latter hadn’t been seen since you were brought down here.

“Come on, one more time, Dais, and we got us a Prince.”

Holding tight to Andy and Luke, you give your final push, and feel his body glide out. His cry goes straight to your heart and you were not sure how you could love him anymore than you did Winter, but it’s like a shot to your heart. Placing him on your chest you sob, not wanting to tear your eyes from him. “Andy he’s perfect.”

Andy gives a soft look to you fast asleep, his son still in his arms, when he sees his main players hanging out in the foyer. All except Nick. Winter snuggled up against Bucky’s chest, while both dogs are in the middle of the floor, “Shadow, Daisy,” the dog stands to walk into your room, where she lays down.

“Where Nick?” Andy asks looking amongst the men. No one chooses to answer, and he has to look down at his son, to calm himself. “Walker, what happened?”

“All I heard was screaming. I thought I first heard Nick grunt, and then the screaming got more intense.”

“What do you mean?”

The man looks up at Andy afraid of how he’s going to take this, “It went from being scared to being in pain. When I got there he was just staring at her. I had to get Winter, because she didn’t want him alone with her.”

“She said she fell,” Luke looks up at Andy shaking his head, “Man, I know he’s family.”

“The people in this room, and my wife are my family. What do you know?” Andy’s eyes fill with angry tears as he thinks back on all the times you begged him not to keep Nick with you.

“She might have fallen, but…you know my suspicions with him. He’s too handsey with her. Too close, and she’s tense. Walker was holding her, and she was leaned up against him. She leans away from Nick. Bruce had his hands up her vagina, I stayed with her the whole time, she’s fallen asleep on Bucky. Shang has carried her when she falls asleep in the living rim waiting for you. Sam gave her piggyback rides and laid in the bed with her when you were late. And hell, Steve helped her get dressed when you weren’t here, and the belly was in the way, why is Nick the problem?”

“She,” Andy’s face turns in disgust knowing just how you don’t have an issue with anyone but Nick. “She hasn’t said anything.”

“Andy,” Bucky says calmly, “she’s begged you not to leave him to guard her every time. That’s not an accident.”

“Pull the cameras from today. Wherever she was I want to see. And I’ll trap that mother fucker.”

Steve starts to shake his head no, “You’re putting her and the kids at risk.”

“I want him branded as a fucking traitor. I’ll have his skin so fucking scorched with a Spades brand, he won’t be recognizable. I want his lying ass tongue out of his goddamn mouth. She won’t ever fully be alone with Nick, does everyone understand? Someone will always be left behind. He will be trapped.”

“You should be celebrating,” Shang holds up a cigar. Even though the conversation doesn’t call for a celebration, the baby in Andy’s arms does. His head thrashes around, and he lets out a little whimper.

“Andy?” you whisper hearing your son wake. “Andy? Andy!?”

“Hey, hey,” he rushes in, a realization he needed. He isn’t sure what happened. But he knows Nick is the cause of it. Hearing your fear at him and the baby not being there, he hands over your son, who nuzzles around to latch on. “I’m here Daisy.”

Thinking you might not want to have the players in the room, he turns to send them away, “Andy, I want them to meet our son,” his head bows towards you, holding his hand out to invite everyone in.

“Everybody, I want you to meet, Ozul Andrew Barber, the Prince of Spades.”

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Oh yeah, that’s smug af Andy Barber licking his lips at you from across the room at a family gathering.

He knows what it does to you. Especially when he still has your pussy juice in his beard from eating you out in the car beforehand.

Andy generously sucks on his bottom lip to get the faintest trace of your cum that lingers in his goatee. He teases you all night long until it’s time to say goodbye and you both drive off in the Audi.

Andy knew what he was getting himself into by teasing you all night and with the way your mouth and throat milk his cock as he carefully steers the vehicle home, he’s more than pleased with himself.

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21.03.2023 - 26.03.2023 Jazzwoche Burghausen

Wer sich noch keine Jazzwochen-Tickets gesichert hat, dem machen wir hier mit einem schnellen Überblick nochmal die Zähne lang... Am 21. März geht's los mit den Jazztagen in Burghausen und ihr dürft euch auf echt tolle Bands & KünstlerInnen freuen!

Detaillierte Infos über das komplette Festival-Lineup findet ihr auf www.jazzwoche.com  Die Salzachstadt wird für eine Märzwoche lang zum Mekka internationaler Jazzgrößen! Nicht nur Konzerte, sondern auch das Extraprogramm wie die Jazznight und der Frühschoppen in der Alt- und Neustadt von Burghausen locken Jazzliebhaber.   Das Festival gibt es seit 1970 und ist Inbegriff für Jazz in Bayern: Aufgetreten sind bisher u. a. bereits Ella Fitzgerald, Chris Barber, Roy Hargrove, Chick Corea oder Dave Brubeck in Burghausen auf.  Die jährliche Jazzwoche gehört international zu den großen Festivals ihrer Art, Burghausen wird zum „bayerischen New Orleans“: Gäste aus aller Welt – und natürlich die Burghauser selbst – machen die Nacht zum Tage, das bunte Gewimmel von Konzertbesuchern und Musikern reißt die Salzachstadt aus ihrem behaglichen Winterschlaf – oder besser gesagt aus einem knapp dreimonatigen Jazz-„Entzug“ – mit Extra- Power Jazzgenuss. -Werbung- 22.03.2023  „Lee Ritenour kann einfach alles. Ich hörte ihn auf der klassischen Gitarre – es war fantastisch. Dann spielte er Rock, anschließend Funk und es war genauso perfekt“. Dieses Zitat über Lee Ritenour wird George Benson zugeschrieben und wer den Gitarren-Meister schon mal live erlebt hat, wird dies nur bestätigen. Ob flächige Sounds oder elegante Single-Note-Linien, ob Jazz-Rock, knackiger Groove-Jazz oder Fusion - es erwartet euch ein brillantes Konzerterlebnis: am Mittwoch, 22.3.23 in der Wackerhalle um 20 Uh Donnerstag, 23.03.2023 Lakecia Benjamin zählt zu den innovativsten Jazz-Saxophonistinnen. Ihre Alben ähneln kleinen Gesamtkunstwerken - wie auch „Phoenix", das sie in Burghausen präsentieren wird. In der Jazz-Szene ist - zu Recht - aktuell gar kein Vorbeikommen an der Künstlerin, was zum einen ihrem Können geschuldet ist, sicher aber auch ihrer stilistisch enormen Vielseitigkeit: Jazz & Soul. Funk & HipHop. Maceo Parker & Coltrane. Donnerstag, 23.3.23 in der Wackerhalle um 20 Uhr Donnerstag, 23.03.2023 Mit seinem Bandprojekt „Travelin‘“ verbindet Heiri Känzig, einer der führenden Jazzbassisten der Schweiz, verschiedenste Stile zu einem hinreißenden Sound-Erlebnis. Weltmusik lässt er mit seinen fünf MitmusikerInnen auf den Jazz der Gegenwart treffen und zaubert akustische Stimmungen mit einer facettenreichen Besetzung aus Bass, Trompete, Drums, Piano, Oud und Vocals. Donnerstag, 23.3.23 in der Wackerhalle um 20 Uhr Freitag, 24.03.2023 SUPERGOMBO - das ist eine aufregende, musikalische Melange "made in France". Was die sieben Musiker da "zubereiten", ist ein mitreißende, polyrhythmische Mischung aus Afro-Funk, Mbalax aus dem Senegal, Soukous aus dem Kongo und Jazz. Das geht nicht nur in eure Beine, sondern macht auch echt gute Laune! Freitag, 24.3.23 in der Wackerhalle um 20 Uhr. Freitag, 24.03.2023 Die Pedal-Steele-Gitarre wurde in den 1930ern in den USA entwickelt und ist vor allem aus der Country Music bekannt. Robert Randolph stellt sie ins Zentrum seines rockigen, von Jazz, Blues, Funk & Soul getränkten Sounds. Rolling Stone setzte Randolph auf die Liste der „100 Greatest Guitarists of all Time“. Er ist ein Pedal Steel Virtuose mit unwiderstehlicher Rock'n'Roll-Attitüde, dessen Künste auch schon Eric Clapton, Dave Matthews, Ringo Starr, Ozzy Osbourne und andere in den Bann gezogen haben. Klar ist: Wer von euch am Freitag, 24.3.23 in die Wackerhalle kommt, wird eine Meeeeeenge Spaß haben. Samstag, 25.03.2023 Mit Trudy Lynn eröffnet eine echte Legende den traditionellen Blues-Nachmittag der Jazzwoche. Mit ihren 75 Lebensjahren ist sie ein echtes "Golden Girl" des Electric- und Soul Blues. Golden Girl - so hat die zwölffach für den Blues Music Award Nominierte auch ihr aktuelles Album genannt, dass sie euch in der Wackerhalle präsentieren wird. In ihrem Wikipedia-Eintrag findet sich ein wunderbares Zitat des Journalisten Alex Henderson: "Lynn isn't one to hold back emotionally; (...), she screams, shouts, testifies and gets her points across in a highly convincing way". Muss man das übersetzen? Nein. Muss man das live erleben? Ja, unbedingt! Am Samstag, 25.3.23, Wackerhalle Burghausen, 13.30 Uhr. Samstag, 25.03.2023 Electronic Jazz, Post-Rock & Psychedelia - das sind die Ingredients, aus denen das legendäre norwegische Kollektiv Jaga Jazzist seine oftmals hypnotische und pulsierende Musik kreiiert. Auch wenn Elektronik und FX stark im Sound-Vordergrund stehen, sind auch all die "klassischen" Jazz-Instrumente prägend und Improvisation findet ihren wichtigen Platz - am Samstag, 25.3., 20.00 Uhr im Stadtsaal! Samstag, 25.03.2023 Toronzo Cannon and The Chicago Way LLC machen am 25. März das Blues-Doppelpack perfekt. Nach Trudy Lynn folgt mit Toronzo Cannon ein echter Chicago Blues Man auf die Bühne der Wackerhalle, der mit seiner Gitarre und seiner Stimme (sowie natürlich seiner exzellenten Band) sicher mal wieder dafür sorgen wird, dass das Publikum nicht auf den Stühlen sitzen bleiben wird. Blues für Bauch und Beine - am Samstag, 25.3., 13.30 Uhr, Wackerhalle Burghausen. Samstag, 25.03.2023 Was für eine Stimme! Bei Ina Forsman beeindruckt nicht nur ihr Gesang, auch ihre Live-Präsenz sowie ihr Feeling sind hinreißend. Ruhige Stücke präsentiert sie genauso intensiv wie rockigen Blues, mit dem sie ihre Laufbahn gestartet hat. Neben dem Blues ist sie mittlerweile auch im Vintage Soul bestens zuhause. Freut euch auf eine sehr wandlungsfähige Sängerin, die stimmlich und stilistisch viele Facetten auslotet - freut euch auf einen unterhaltsamen und atembraubenden Abend mit Ina Forsman - am Samstag, 25.3., 20.00 Uhr, Wackerhalle Burghausen. Samstag, 25.03.2023 Tuba 2.0 Theon Cross ist ein atemberaubender Tubist und eine zentrale Figur in der Musikszene Londons, die den Brit-Jazz kreativ weiterentwickelt und all die kulturellen Einflüsse der Hauptstadt aufsaugen lässt. Ebenso kreativ geht er mit der Tuba um, deren Sound (auch als Percussioninstrument) er fortwährend neu denkt. Spannend und überraschend sind seine Live-Soli. Jazz, afrokaribische Musik, Dub, Grime, Spoken Word u.v.m. findet Einlass in sein musikalisches Schaffen - und in den Stadtsaal am Samstag, 25.3., 20.00 Uhr. Interessengemeinschaft Jazz Burghausen e. V. Kanzelmüllerstr. 94 84489 Burghausen Telefon: 0 86 77 / 91 64 63-0 Telefax: 0 86 77 / 91 64 63-17 E-Mail: [email protected]   https://www.b-jazz.com/jazzwoche-burghausen-2023/

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Ozzy’s first haircut wasn’t as easy as we thought it would be… he wasn’t all that amused with it either…. But we successfully achieved the 1st haircut! (at Tito's Barber Shop) https://www.instagram.com/p/CfZ360AuInI/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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Set the Bar

Pairing: Bartender! Frank x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep!Andy Barber x Bartender! Reader; Barkeep! Andy x Bartender Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

Part 5 of The Bar AU. Read the previous part, Low Bar.

Word count: 4K

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Not Beta’d. Read at your own risk. ANGST, lying, deception, seduction, dub con around eating food. Coworker relationship, roomies, and there was only one bed!, flirting, teasing, jealousy, cheating, crying kink, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, spit play, oral (m/f receiving), cum play and eating, breeding kink.

A/N: I think there are just two more parts to this series folks. Let me know if you like this one. 😃

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You passed out, white girl wasted, on your friend's couch without texting Andy. When you woke up at 7 am, you saw a message at 2 that morning.

Call me.

Your heart raced a little bit and you phoned him right away.

“Hello?”

“Are you okay?” His voice sounded worried.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry, I passed out on Ozzie’s couch.”

Andy didn’t particularly like your friend, but at least you were safe.

“I’ve got to leave town. For a couple of weeks.”

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes. I’ve got some things to do in Connecticut. Some legal matters.”

You knew that Andy’s father was in prison in Connecticut, and that he didn’t want to talk about it.

“Well, that’s just over an hour away. You can commute.”

Andy sighed.

“No, sweetheart. I need to do this in person. I also need to compartmentalize this. I’m going to just call it what it is.”

You were silent for a long while, then you said, “Let me come over…”

“You do need to come to my place, but I’m already gone. Stay there while I’m away .I’m going to need you and Frank to hold The Bar down. Can you do that for me?”

“Of course, anything… But I can just stay at my…”

Andy cut you off.

“No. It will ease my mind if you and Frank stay there. In case something happens.”

You paused.

“Me AND Frank?”

“Yes. I told him to take care of you. And The Bar. He’ll get you anything you need.”

You thought about it again. Being a business owner was a 24 hour job. But you would do anything for Andy.

“Okay, Andy. I’m just going to go home and take a shower and pack a bag.”

Andy chuckled.

“You can take a shower at my place, you know. I just want to get that text from Frank that you’re okay.”

You bristled.

“You don’t trust me, Andy?”

“Oh, I trust you more than you know. It’s just that Frank sees you a lot like I see you. He loves you..”

“I love him too, Frank’s a dear.”

Andy didn’t bother to correct your friendzoning of Frank. You’d find out soon enough. Meanwhile, you thought it was sweet that Andy (And Frank?) were being so protective.

You sighed.

“Okay, I’ll be over there, ASAP.”

“Good. Oh. And help yourself to anything in my place while I’m gone. Anything your heart, mind, and body desires.”

Andy must be stressed, you thought, he was being weird.

You just laughed a little and replied, “Sure thing Boss.”

“Love you.”

“Love you too.”

By 9 am, you were using the hidden key to unlock Andy’s door above The Bar. As you got your stuff inside, you were greeted by a sleepy, bare chested Frank. Gray sweatpants were hanging off of his lean form.

Frank wasn’t as buff as Andy, but he was beautiful.

His dark hair was adorably messy, unruly even, as if someone had been grabbing it all night. Your eyes swept down from his hair to his torso to his shoulders, chest and nipples, to his abs and his pronounced v-cut. Then you saw the bulge in the grey sweats that looked suspiciously like Andy’s.

“Hey Baby Doll! I see you made it. Let me get my phone and text Frank.”

You followed him back in Andy’s bedroom and watched Frank retrieve his phone from the bedside table, on the side of the bed on which you usually slept.

Hold up.

Frank had slept in Andy’s bed. But where did Andy sleep? Your heart sank when you thought that Andy must have been up all night worrying about you.

“Did you have a woman in here, Frank?”

Frank laughed.

“Andy told me that you’re the only girl allowed in here, Baby Doll. And I agree with him.”

“Hmpphhh.”

You didn’t quite believe him, but whatever.

“I… uhhh, I have to take a shower, sooooo.”

Frank was looking down at his phone, but not moving.

“Go ahead.”

Frank was being so weird. You went into the living room to grab your bag, got out what you needed and took it in the bathroom.

You were going to have to talk to Frank when you were clean. There needed to be some boundaries if you were going to be roommates for two weeks.

You relaxed under the hot stream of water, your hands beginning to go between your thighs imagining Andy pleasuring you when you heard Frank in the bathroom.

“Baby Doll.”

You jumped, almost slipping on the wet tile.

“What is it?”

You grabbed the shower curtain and wrapped it around you as you peeked out at him.

“Just bringing you some towels.”

Frank smirked and looked at the outline of the curtain around your form.

You closed the curtain and retreated back into the shower spray.

“Thank’s Frank. Just leave them on the counter.”

You heard the door close and then you resumed soaping yourself, nipples achingly hard now.

You got out to the sound and smell of bacon cooking. You were trying no sugar, red meat or pork, but bacon was your weakness. You sat at the bar and watched Frank cook, his hair a little tamer, as if he’d run his hands through it.

“Are there any eggs? Andy always makes me omelets.”

Frank looked back at you with his eyebrow raised.

“In case you haven't noticed. I’m not Andy.”

He turned around toward you and handed you a plate of french toast with bacon. With loads of powdered sugar. And it looked so good.

“But I can still feed you.”

You tried to ignore the way he said that.

“I… “

You looked down at the plate and then up at Frank, those eyes dancing with mirth.

“...Don’t do bacon… or sugar.”

“Why? A little bit won’t kill you. Do you like how it tastes? The feel of it in your mouth. The way it goes down your throat?”

Frank smirked at you, watching you squirm.

He’d said that line to you in his countless fantasies.

Sometimes, in his head, he said it when you were sucking his dick. And sometimes he imagined asking you those questions while you deepthroated Andy. Frank shifted on the stool as he sat down beside you at the kitchen island.

He licked his lips and watched you almost roll your eyes as you inhaled the scent of the forbidden food.

“Fuck yeah.”

“That’s my girl.”

You straightened up when he said that.

“I’m not…”

You stopped. You had to be trippin’.

“I’m just not doing sugar, red meat or pork.”

“Ok. You choose what you do. But don’t rule things out if you like them. Experiencing pleasure is sometimes worth it.”

You watched Frank take a piece of bacon and bite it. Then, he poured syrup over the toast, which already had sugar on it, and took a bite of that.

The syrup spilled from the fork and his lips and was soon dripping from his fingers. You were transfixed as he licked them, in slow motion it seemed, as his eyes were trained on you.

“I love eating. Brings me so much pleasure.”

You watched Frank’s tongue peek out and clean up his mouth.

“Fuck…” you paused. “...It. Fuck it. You only live once, right?”

You smiled and took a bite of bacon, moaning as you chewed the almost burnt smoked swine.

“Exactly, Baby Doll. Eat it up.”

Frank wanted to tell you to swallow and to check your mouth, but it was too soon. He fought to control his hard on sitting next to you, alone at last.

These next two weeks were going to be quality time.

You and Frank worked your asses off the next week. There was a lot more to running a bar than bartending and Andy was right, it was a 24 hour job. But you and Frank were a good team, developing an almost unspoken communication.

Every night you worked hard and then knocked the fuck out between 6 am (him on the couch and you in the bed) when you really finished with the deposit and getting everything settled. You barely had time to sleep and wake up and get ready before it was 2pm when you had to open.

You and Andy texted everyday, but you didn't get to talk to him. And it was ok. You were just glad that it made him feel better that Frank was there with you. Anything for Andy.

One night, you sat on a stool after closing time and rubbed your feet.

“This week almost killed me. I’m going to sleep in so hardddd tomorrow!”

Luckily, it was Sunday, and you didn’t have to open the bar again until Tuesday afternoon.

“Ok, do you want to sleep and eat tomorrow or eat and sleep?”

That smile.

You loved when Andy commanded you, but you also were loving Frank’s sense of humor and how he always gave you options with that cocked head and eyebrow of his.

“You said you’d teach me how to cook.”

“Oh. But there are so many things I’m going to teach you, Baby Doll…”

You called Andy while Frank showered that night to recap the week.

“I think that’s great, Sweetheart.”

His voice sounded so good.

“I know it’s only been a few days, but I miss you.”

You bit your lip as you waited for a response.

“Miss you too, baby. Just a few more days. Frank will take care of you.”

“Yeah. But Andy, I miss you. Miss your hands, your mouth, your cock. Frank can’t take care of that.”

Andy cleared his throat. He knew what you wanted. And he also knew what you needed.

“He can’t? Oh, I think you’d be surprised.”

“The hell, Andy!?” You couldn’t believe him.

“Listen. I don’t have too much time to talk. And I know that I’m possessive over you. But you really are free to do what you want.”

“Are you trying to end this relationship? Do you have someone else on the side? Why are you saying these things about Frank?”

“I am not trying to end this relationship, Sweetheart. Quite the opposite. I trust Frank to take care of you because he cares for you.”

You had no words.

“Why are you saying this, Andy? What is going on?”

“I’m saying that you can have anything that’s in my house. You can do anything you have a desire to.”

You were confounded. What was happening right now?

“You didn’t answer my question, Andy. Do you have someone else?“

He hesitated for a long time.

“I’ve gotta go. We’ll talk when I get back.”

You just stared at your phone when he disconnected and tried to dial him back. He didn’t answer, just sent a ❤️ emoji.

You sat on the couch in stunned silence. It felt as if you were in the middle of a whirlwind.

You stripped off your clothes and saw the t-shirt that Frank had worn all day. You climbed into Andy’s bed, wearing it. Strangely, it made you feel better. It made you feel less like setting fire to things.

“Baby Doll?”

Frank saw you, in his t-shirt, curled up in a ball, with your eyes wide open.

“You okay?”

You just grunted and felt the bed dip as he sat down.

“What’s wrong?”

You turned over and saw that he was naked except for a towel, beads of water still on his skin. You turned back around.

“Andy. That’s what’s wrong.”

You looked up in his eyes and started bawling.

“Oh, hey. I’m sure it’s not that bad. You two just need to talk this out.”

Frank climbed into bed with you and pulled you against him, your tears mixing with the water on his skin. He pulled you close and rocked you, pushing his fingers in your scalp and massaging, trying to soothe you.

You stopped sobbing, and he pulled back to look at you. The tears were still flowing though. Your big, wet eyes and that pout about did him in.

“You look so fucking pretty when you cry, Baby Doll, shit.”

And Frank started kissing your tears away, kitten licks on your cheeks to catch your tears, and when his mouth got near yours, he stopped, pulling back again.

You looked in his eyes and lunged in for a kiss, shivering when you heard Frank’s moan as he pushed his tongue into your mouth to meet yours. You pulled back.

“Shit. I shouldn’t have done that. We shouldn’t be doing this Frank…”

You fell back onto the bed and grabbed a pillow, slotting the king sized softness in between your legs. God, you were so wet.

You laughed, thinking it was ironic that you stopped yourself when Andy had his piece of whomever. You weren’t going to feel guilty about a kiss.

Frank was laying staring at the ceiling, trying to will his hard on away. He was just thinking that a pillow stole his spot.

You looked over at Frank and peeped the towel tent that Frank was making, leaning up on your elbows.

You were wet, he was hard. Seemed like a simple equation. Andy did say that maybe you should do something to feel guilty about.

“So Frank, do you happen to have a towel so I can finish what you started?”

Frank looked at you, eyebrow raised.

“I mean, finish wiping my tears.”

He still didn’t move, so you tugged on the towel around his waist.

“Can I?”

Frank smiled wide at you, trying to keep his cool when his heart was beating out of his chest.

“Do whatever you want, Baby Doll.”

Frank reached up and put his arms behind his head. You tugged the towel some more and unearthed the monster. Frank smirked at your small gasp.

If Andy was an oak, Frank’s cock was equally magnificent, but much different. He was thick, though not as thick as Andy, and long, with a very large mushroom cap tip. He was more like a majestic pine against the dark hair on his abs.

You licked your lips and didn’t know it. The weeks of tension coupled with how close you were to Frank this week made you almost desperate. Andy telling you to do whatever spurred you on as well. Fuck him.

How would he feel about you and Frank in his bed?

Well, maybe it was time to find out.

“I thought you were upset. What are you smiling about?”

Frank was teasing you as you lay on your back watching his dick pulse with his heartbeat, his shirt molding to your body, showcasing your ultra hard nipples.

“Your dick just makes me smile, Frank. Thanks for cheering me up.”

“No problem at all, Baby Doll. Any time.”

His eyes ran down your body and he thought he could see a full bush at your pussy. He needed to eat that raw.

“Are you wearing panties?”

You pouted up at him. “Rude.”

You weren’t wearing panties. You’d just stripped and put on his shirt. You didn’t know what you were thinking.

You found out as you watched Frank’s cock get a little wider, more blood rushing to the channels of his organ. His eyes continued down your legs, the hem of his shirt stopping halfway down your thighs. He wanted to reach out and touch, but this had to be all you.

You reached out and touched his face after tearing your eyes away from his dick.

“Is that uncomfortable Frank? Looks… Hard.”

You bit your lip and your eyes lit up.

Frank leaned his face into your palm and closed his eyes, any stimulation welcome. He felt touch starved for you, and this crumb you were throwing his way was everything.

“It is… so, so, so… hard…” He bit his lip.

You drew in a ragged breath, trying to find some logic left in any part of your brain that still had blood flowing to it. Maybe…

“Do you need to take care of that?”

You nodded down toward his cock.

“If so, I’d like to watch.”

Frank sighed, disappointed that you hadn’t offered to touch him. But glad to give you a show.

“Yeah.” His voice was pure sex. “But only if you join me.”

You nodded, your pulse rushing in your ears. The excitement was out of this world.

Frank sat up, adjusting the pillows against the headboard and you did the same, angled toward him a bit. He fisted his cock and pumped it loosely a couple of times before he stopped.

“I need some lubrication. Do me a favor, Baby Doll, and spit on my cock. Please.”

He looked at you, his mouth open and desperate. How could you deny him? You leaned over and spit on his cock, a long string of saliva connecting you and him. Frank shivered and cursed as he watched the spit drip from your lips.

“Fuck Baby Doll, you’re so fucking fine. I wish…. Shit.”

You hovered over him, wanting nothing more than to lower your mouth around him. But you didn’t. Then you sat back and watched as Frank pumped more vigorously.

“Tell me, what is your wish Frank?”

You trailed your hand on your own thigh, getting closer and closer to your apex.

“I wish… “

He groaned when your hand disappeared under your shirt, not giving him a view of what you were doing.

“I wish I could see what you’re doing right now.”

What you were doing was playing in your sopping wet pussy, using your wetness to lubricate your clit as you flicked it vigorously as you watched Frank make the shiny, pink, huge head appear and reappear in his fist.

“What do you think I’m doing?”

Frank opened his mouth to breathe.

“Fuck, I think you’re using those fingers to fuck yourself, Baby Doll. Shit. And for some strange reason, I think that should be my job.”

He looked at you with those eyes and you shuddered, closing your eyes and arching your back. Frank’s eyes found your nipples through his shirt.

“Those tits, Baby Doll….”

You reached up with your other hand and started plucking them through the material.

Frank started grunting, the teasing too much.

“I wanna see. Please? Please can I see?”

You thought of Andy. For a split second.

And then you saw Frank’s jaw clench and his tongue sneak out to lick his lips. This feeling was too good.

You slowly raised the hem of the skirt and revealed what Frank had been dreaming of. First, your pussy with a well trimmed, but full bush, then your stomach, then, your breasts. You pulled the shirt all the way off to see Frank’s contorted face when your eyes were free.

“Holy mother of god. I’m gonna… fuck… just the sight of you….”

Your hand quickly found your pussy and your nipple again as you watched Frank on the brink of cuming. This was so hot.

“Yes, I wish those were my hands, Baby Doll. My lips, fuck, my cock in both those places. I’d fuck you real good, if you let me….”

You pulled your nipple and let your breast fall, watching the precum drip all over Frank’s hand. Then you tried to put your fingers in yourself as far as you could.

“Fuck, I would fuck you right, I would fuck you so good… Shhhhhitttttttt!!!!”

Frank came quickly when you saw your thighs quiver and you collapsed on the bed, pulling your hand away from your orgasm as you watched Frank shoot beautiful, pearlescent cum all over his stomach and thighs.

“Fuck, that was hot.”

Frank barely had any time to breathe before you snapped and grabbed his hand, licking the cum off of it, and sucking his thumb, fellating it with your lips and tongue. In turn, he grabbed your hand and sucked your juices off your fingers, making you wet all over again.

“You taste so good Frank.”

You smiled and proceeded to lick every drop off his arm, and started on his thighs.

Frank could only just lay there at your mouth tortured his sould and his dick rose again coming to settle on his stomach again just as you reached it to clean him up.

You licked all around his cock, teasing him again.

“You’re a demon.”

Frank whispered as your tongue went everywhere but where he wanted it.

Finally, you licked his tip and encased it in your mouth, making Frank practically yell and push your head down immediately when you got his shaft in your mouth.

“HOLYYYYYYSHITTTT!”

You gagged around him and smiled, doing it over and over again until he thought he would cum again. When you went for his balls was when he reached down for your thighs and flipped you over on your back, making you release him from your mouth.

There were no thoughts right now, just Frank.

He dove for your pussy.

“I’m gonna eat this shit. Now.”

And he buried his face in your cunt, looking up for your reaction as you leaned up and watched him. He licked long and urgent stripes through your folds and sucked your clit alternately, so that you arched your back and almost stood on your head as Frank ate you out.

You were cumming within five minutes.

He sucked your clit through it, holding your thighs firmly with his hands, then he started again, immovable as you tried to move his head.

Frank stopped once to tell you what was up.

“Sorry, Baby Doll. You’re gonna have to take this shit.”

And your eyes rolled back in your head for your third orgasm of the night.

As you were still pulsing from that one, you felt Frank’s thick head breach your quivering opening, and his long dick slide inside you.

He started stroking, languidly at first, kissing you so that you could adjust to him and holding your face between his hands. He looked at you as if he loved you. You could feel it.

“One more?”

The question made you pulse and you mewled a small yes into his mouth.

That’s when he hiked your thigh up in the crook of his elbow and started pounding your cervix soundly, causing you to clench down around him.

“Holy fuck, you feel better than I ever imagined.”

He leaned down and took a nipple in his mouth and lavished it attention.

“You feel better than heaven… shit, Baby Doll.”

“Fuck me, Frank!”

“Oh, shittttttttt!”

He couldn’t control himself as he felt the urge to empty himself inside you and bury you under the mattress. You were full of his cum when he lay atop you, finally spent.

“That was….”

Frank rolled off you and you both stared up at the ceiling.

“Yeah.”

You searched your soul and found that you felt no guilt. You did what you wanted to do, just like Andy said.

“Can I…?”

Frank was lifting your leg. He stared longingly at your pussy, his cum seeping out of it. He pushed some back in with his fingertips and sighed, thinking of Andy going in for sloppy seconds. Or licking it out of you. He shivered at the thought and sucked your combined fluids off his fingers.

He flopped back on the bed, and sighed.

“That’s fucking beautiful.”

You chuckled, thinking how different he was from Andy, but how complementary. You were thinking crazy thoughts of both of them on either side of you as you drifted off to sleep. Frank curled himself around you and slept himself.

Andy ended the facetime call that Frank had started when he set his phone up on the dresser. He had a great view of everything that happened, and now here he was, his own stomach covered in cum as he watched you two fall asleep.

Andy had to get back there.

Soon.

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[americasass81]

A Well Deserved Treat

Warnings:- Smut {m/f), Oral {male receiving], Mild Aftercare, Very Mild Fluff, Mild Spanking, Mild Degradation, Use of Pet Names. 18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed and any mistakes are entirely my own.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note:- This was written especially for @ozarkthedog who sparked the idea after posting the remark pictured below. While nowhere near the standard of the exceptional creations you’ve graced us with Ozzie, I can only hope this brings a smile to your face as your fics have done for so many of us. Thank you so so much for not only allowing me to attempt this, but for sharing your wonderful imagination with us in the first place. The joy and escape you and all the other writers here create can never be measured or repaid.

Synopsis:- Can your marriage survive the discovery of a secret and an unexpected surprise?

Pairing:- dark-ish/soft!Andy Barber x Named Female Character x dark-ish Steve Rogers

Word Count:- 3,652

How you'd ended up here was anybody's guess, but at this moment in time, it didn't really matter. If you had known that morning what lay ahead you might have paid closer attention to what was going on around you, but then would it have made any difference? Waking up early to surprise your husband with breakfast in bed, something had seemed . . . off. A bit too cheerful for someone who's case was ending today, his eyes tracked your every little movement, but his face remained that of the professional lawyer you knew him to be. Never flinching, never giving away his inner thoughts.

Eating up the delicious meal you prepared for him while talking about his plans for the day, you should have seen the warning signs when his usual affection was somewhat lacking. Oh sure, he kissed you good morning like he always did, but there was no quick rumble in the sheets like there normally was. Putting it down to the importance of his case and shrugging off your concerns, another alarm bell should have gone off when Andy asked if you'd be home that evening.

Knowing that today was your usual night out with the girls, he had never once asked you to miss it or change your plans for him, and still he didn't do it this time either. But something told you he wanted you there when he came home. So that just gave you another thing to ponder. Seeing him off to work in the usual way before starting into your daily routine of household errands, by two o'clock all was done and you went about calling up the girls to cancel the night's activities. Just getting off the phone with Juliette, Andy's number popped up and despite the little niggling in the back of your mind you couldn't hide the smile that graced your features or the love in your voice as you said hello.

"Ozzie honey, how's your day been? Good I hope?" he asked and your nerves settled somewhat as your ears acknowledged the lack of tension in his voice. Relaying to him that everything was well on your end, he hummed accordingly before telling you that things were looking good with the case and he should only be a couple more hours. Then telling you that he had something special planned for both of you, he said his goodbyes and left you thinking about what you would wear for the night ahead. Lightly moving around the house while wondering what your wonderful husband had planned, a text on your phone three hours later, told you that Andy had won his case, was stopping by the bar for a quick celebratory drink and would see you in an hour. Giving you ample time to make your preparations without knowing exactly what he had planned, twenty minutes before his arrival found you sipping on some wine and scrolling through your phone while your midnight blue dress hugged your figure beautifully.

Standing by the kitchen table as the door opened however, you were both shocked and confused when looking over your shoulder you saw, not your loving husband, but the new partner that had joined his firm a few months back. Recalling that the man before you was called Steve from the few times your husband had mentioned him, you held tighter to your phone and looked past this stranger to the open door behind him. Gauging the distance between your current location and your only escape, all thoughts of leaving were temporarily pushed from your mind however as Andy suddenly appeared before you. Smiling at you before taking off his jacket, your anxiety continued to rise as Steve just stood there like an Ancient Greek statue while Andy closed the door.

Wondering what exactly was going on, Steve threw a smirk your way and looked you up and down as you successfully sidled past him to reach your husband. Placing your hands against his shoulders as he placed his jacket on the couch, his expression stopped any words from leaving your mouth as his eyes raked over your satin covered body. Bringing his hand up to caress your cheek, his lips then kissed yours tenderly before taking your hand, spinning you gently and drawing you back against his body.

Now facing the other man in the room, your thoughts were brought into sharp focus once again when his voice finally broke the silence. "You're totally right Andy, she is a babe. But one has to wonder what's hiding underneath?" he added as your husband's warm hands held you close and roamed over your trembling form. Moving his fingers towards the dip by your cleavage, the words of "trust me" whispered in your ear did little to stifle your squeal as his fist closed around the fabric and pulled it apart. Standing now before both men in your dusky blue lingerie, you tried to move your hands to cover yourself up, but Steve's tutting as he walked closer stalled your moving limbs.

"Good girl, sweetheart." he smirked as he stopped before you and reached out to capture your chin. Gazing into your confused expression as Andy reached for your hands and laced your fingers together, your brain suddenly misfired when the man before you leaned forward and planted his lips against yours. Kissing you roughly as Andy still held you close, your world tilted on its axis as the man you loved told you to open up while his colleague wormed his other hand down your body and cupped your panty covered mound.

Moaning out as his fingers danced around your nether regions while your husband's impressive package made its presence known against your back, Steve took full advantage of your distraction and sucking on your tongue, then used his own to explore your mouth in a dance as old as time. Moaning now himself as his tongue tasted hints of the wine you had just consumed while Andy continued to whisper words of encouragement against the shell of your ear, you felt Steve's lips smile against you as your body relaxed slightly under their skilled assaults.

Pulling back to let both of you breathe, you now saw the same look on Steve's face as you saw on your husband's when both of you were lost in each other's arms and as he reached out to take you from Andy, his next words told you that a kiss was more than what was on his mind. "Sweetheart you taste exquisite." he complimented as he pulled you gently towards him and rested his chin atop your head while his hands reached down to squeeze your ass. Glancing over your shoulder now to look into the lust-blown eyes of your husband, your mind went temporarily blank as Steve's hands continued to roam over your naked body while Andy reached up and ever so slowly removed his tie. Enjoying seeing this hidden side of your husband's personality was something of a shock but nowhere near as shocking as what happened next.

Moving far quicker than someone of his size should have been able to, you suddenly found yourself picked up by this powerhouse and deposited by the kitchen table as chairs were unceremoniously shoved aside to make room for what happened next. Bending you over the smooth surface and holding you easily with one hand as the sound of a belt and zipper rang clearly in your ears, you had little time to focus on what was happening behind you as Andy came to stand before you. Kissing you fiercely with a passion that only made an appearance within the privacy of your bedroom, his mouth easily captured your yelp when Steve's fingers closed around your panties and ripped the fabric from you.

Whimpering now as those same fingers delved between your intimate folds to discover your secret, shame blossomed in your core when a laugh emanated from behind you and a booming voice relayed your betrayal to the man before you. "Dammit man, she's soaked." Steve confirmed as he moved his fingers up and down your dripping folds. "I don't even have to get her warmed up. Is it always like this?" he asked and his degrading tone repulsed and turned you on in equal measure. What really blew your mind however and caused a fresh wave of arousal to leave your core was when Andy winked down at you, reached a hand forward and licked your slick off Steve's offered fingers. Groaning out at the sight as your neck craned back to enjoy the show, your eyes widened in fear as you caught a glimpse of the weapon Steve was packing. Though slightly shorter than your husband's, the meat was certainly thicker and you swiftly closed your legs and clenched your thighs in hopes of staving off what they clearly had planned for you.

Laughing at your feeble efforts as Andy released his fingers with a satisfied pop, Steve easily pried your legs apart and this time used his considerable frame to keep them open. Now grasping his leaking, throbbing rod and sliding it through your wet folds, Andy knelt before you and brought your attention back to him just as Steve lined himself up with your entrance and plunged home in one powerful thrust. Screaming at the sheer girth, having never had anything that thick inside you, his first few movements had you sliding along the table until Andy cradled your face in his hands and awakened a previously unknown side of you with his mocking and degrading tone.

“Look at you takin’ such a big cock, Honey. Bet that sweet cunt’ll be so loose by the time he’s through with you.” he whispered against your ear while his thumbs wiped the moisture leaking from your eyes. "Do you think you'll still feel me in there after this. I know I'm longer, but damn honey . . .," he smirked, moving down to lick your lips as your mind tried to figure out where this new Andy had come from while your body desperately tried to adjust to the wide load stretching your insides apart. "guess we'll find out later. In the meantime . . ." he added and with that, Andy stood back and swiftly divested himself of his suit as Steve took full advantage of having you all to himself.

Groaning above you in unison with your moans and pants, Steve removed one hand from your hips to unhook your bra and then somehow to the amazement of your sex-addled brain, flipped you over onto your back and rested your legs against his chest without ever leaving your core and continued to push you nearer and nearer to the most powerful orgasm you could ever remember having. Now having little else to do but take in the man plowing into you, you couldn't believe how handsome he truly was as his hands took hold of your thighs while his hips continued to pump into you. Winking down at you while Andy reached a hand forward to remove your bra, you now acknowledged the other differences between both men. Though both powerfully built and packing impressive schlongs between their robust thighs, Andy's chest and arms sported a light covering of what you knew to be soft hair, while what little was exposed beneath his shirt indicated that like his face, Steve's skin was as smooth as the day he was born.

Wanting so badly to reach out, rip open the material and explore the glorious body hidden beneath, this proved impossible as Andy moved into your field of vision and cut off any sounds or protests coming from your mouth as he took hold of your head and slotted his cock between your lips. "That's better honey." Andy mocked as his hips remained still and his hands moved down to play with your newly exposed breasts. "You were starting to get a little loud. You just lay there and keep me warm while Steve pulls you apart. Okay?" he questioned, though how he honestly expected you to answer was anyone's guess. Then discussing their meetings for the week ahead as Andy pinched, kneaded and slapped your tits while Steve increased the pace and strength of his thrusts, you never felt more like a whore but the fire in your loins and the slick leaking out around Steve's erection told your brain that you were right at home with how they were treating you.

Breathing through your nose as their ministrations tightened every muscle in your body, you couldn't stop the scream that left your throat as Andy removed his cock while working his talented fingers over your clit which helped Steve throw you into your first orgasm of the night. Continuing to work you through your high as Andy slotted himself back inside your mouth while gently placing your arched back down onto the table again, your brain temporarily short-circuited as your orgasm failed to subside and the guys kept working you towards another release. Bending down to place a kiss on the side of your mouth that was currently wrapped around your husband's length, your eyes ballooned as Steve looked up at Andy before speaking. "Inside . . . uhh or . . . out?" he questioned between pants as you felt the change in his thrusts that signaled he was about to come.

Gazing down on you with a look you recognized as him seriously considering his options, Steve laugh sent a real shiver down your spine as your body began to trash beneath them. Finally taking pity on you, Andy bent forward and placed the tenderest of kisses on your forehead before addressing his colleague. "Pull out pal, if you don't mind. I don't think she's quite ready for that yet," and while you appreciated this change in developments, the word 'yet' did give you pause for thought. Smiling and nodding back at both of you as he returned to the task at hand, Andy took hold of your hands and moving one up to cup his balls while his lips sucked hungrily on the fingers of the other, another powerful orgasm rocked through you as Steve replaced his cock with his fingers and worked both of you to completion before spraying his load across your chest and stomach.

Eventually reaching his own high as Steve now shoved most of his hand into your dripping snatch, you wanted to protest at the over stimulation but was unable as Andy pushed the final inch down your throat and released his cum down your windpipe. Being extremely careful pulling out of you as Steve pulled another orgasm from your exhausted body, Andy kissed his fluid from your swollen lips as he rested your hands across your tits. Looking into his ocean eyes, you tried to ask if they were done but Steve easily answered that question for you.

"Well Barber," he stuttered as he removed his hand from your pussy and stepped back to finally remove his pants and briefs, "you got enough in the tank to reward your best girl?"

"Oh I think I can rise to the challenge, Rogers." he countered and now that your mouth was finally free, you were determined to make the love of your life see sense.

"Andy baby," you whined, leaning up on your elbows and surveying the streaks of white fluid dripping down the valley between your peaks, "I don't know what's come over you," you panted as your eyes tracked him moving to take Steve's place between your now dangling legs, "but this isn't us." you continued, hoping to appeal to the kind, wonderful man who loved and cherished you more than life itself.

"Isn't it honey?" he asked as his elbows came down to rest on either side of your hips as Steve coaxed you to lick your cum off his hand while the other began massaging his cum into your skin. "You never heard of an app called Tumblr? I swear Steve, you should see some of the filthy little things my girl dreams up." he said as your mind frantically tried to figure out how he could have found out about your writing blog. Hoping he hadn't connected the dots between your hobby and the girls you should have been meeting tonight, this hope was swiftly dashed as his booming laugh reached your ears. "Oh honey, quit thinking. It didn't take me long to figure out who the rest of your inner circle included. Don't worry, secret's safe with me." he winked as he lined himself up with your overused flower and slotted home until his tip kissed your cervix

Crying out around Steve's fingers as they both began stimulating your body once again, a shiver ran through you and your protests began again when Steve moved behind your head and tapped his still hard rod against your lips. Coaxing himself down your throat as Andy hit particularly hard, your hands and Steve's relocated to your tits as his words filled the room. "Don't you mean us, Andy? Her secret's safe with us." he panted as he started working himself in and out of your warm hole while your husband continued to work you towards another orgasm you could no longer keep count of.

"You're right Rogers. Though let's just enjoy tonight to begin with." he replied and had your mouth not been full of his colleague's cock, you all would have heard your sigh of relief. As it was, you could only lay there and continue to be used as loud, wet squelching noises filled the room, while these two powerful men engaged in acts reminiscent of a bygone era. Moaning out when both of them felt you tighten around them as indication of another onslaught, your body quaked and quivered once more beneath them as you came once more this night. Hoping now that your ordeal was over but remembering that both men had not yet finished, you audibly whined as Andy sped up his thrusts and attacked your clit as Steve continued pumping his hips while telling you over and over again what a good girl you were.

Finally releasing within you as all three of you came together yet again, your body shook and your breathing remained labored as Steve pulled out and kissed you tenderly while Andy continued to gently work his cock in and out of your throbbing and sensitive pussy. Thanking you for a wonderful night as Andy then directed Steve towards the downstairs bathroom before telling him he could show himself out, Andy successfully picked you up while still attached to his erection and walking both of you upstairs, only released you upon entering the en suite. Carefully holding your tender body and placing you gently on the toilet while he reached beside you to turn on the shower, you tried not to fall asleep as your body finally acknowledged all it had just been through.

Then turning around to lift you carefully to your feet, Andy slowly moved you to the shower and washing every part of your aching body with the utmost care, continued to heap words of love, praise and encouragement on you before turning off the water, wrapping you in a towel and placing you on the couch in the bedroom. Slipping back into the shower to clean himself off, he then dried quickly and returned to dry you off and lather your skin with the lotion he knew you loved before slipping both of you into bed.

Relaxing into the warm, comfortable bed beneath you, you lay down on your back and smiled up at your husband before finally speaking. "What really happened tonight Andy? Where did all that come from?" you asked, taking one of his hands and lacing his fingers with yours as a sigh left his lips.

"Part of it was definitely finding your blog Ozzie. But I also wanted to fulfill a fantasy I don't think you'd ever admit to having.." he answered, bringing his lips down to yours.

"A fantasy of mine?" you questioned. "Andy baby, you know you're more than enough for me, right?" you questioned, looking into his beautiful blue eyes for any doubt.

"Oh I know that Ozzie," he laughed and you found yourself relaxing once again as your own fears evaporated with his reassurance, "but I saw the way you and Steve looked at each other during the summer barbeque the firm had and I know my work causes me to neglect you too much. I thought you deserved a treat." he smirked and you honestly couldn't hide the laugh that left your throat that bringing you another dick was considered a treat.

"Okay well that is an . . . interesting treat." you giggled as you kissed him passionately before rolling over onto your side. "But next time, maybe discuss something like this with me first. Not that I'm complaining."

"Oh, next time." Andy laughed as he pulled your body against his and wrapped his arms securely around you. "I don't remember guaranteeing there'd be a next time, Ozzie." he whispered against your hair as you brought your hands up to slink around his biceps.

"True. But you're not retiring any time soon so I'm sure there'll be plenty more opportunities for me to feel lonely and neglected while waiting for my wonderful husband to come home." you giggled as his head moved down to the juncture between your neck and shoulders and he used his talented lips and glorious beard to tease and tickle your pulse point until tears of laughter streamed down your face and you became putty once more in his skillful hands. Eventually not being able to take any more, Andy kissed your forehead, eyelids and lips once more before moving onto his back, resting you gently against his chest and pulling the covers over both of you while waiting for sleep to claim your tired yet satiated bodies.

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#dark-ish/soft!Andy Barber x Named Female Character x dark-ish Steve Rogers

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Happy Friday darling Em!! ❤❤ For dealers choice: 12

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why don’t i write context for these thoughts.

dealers choice is now my favorite thing.

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OKAYYYYY let’s go to Book Club w the boys.

KYLO REN - has brought in Marylin Manson’s, Ozzy Osborn’s, Eminem’s, and Black Sabbath’s albums and autobiographies. brings his airpods for when someone else is presenting, they have been confiscated by Professor Zachary Adams many times. once brought in Twilight and pretended to bite Rick halfway through the presentation, he loves Twilight. 

MATT THE RADAR TECH - Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy, Percy Jackson series, Death Note Manga, Soul Eater Manga etc... one of the only ones who participates with enthusiasm. he and Rick love to share what they find during the week. 

BEN SOLO - brings old Playboy magazines he found in a cardboard box in the garage. stole them from Han, who has been asking the boys where his box of ‘tools’ is. likes to share his opinions on ‘80′s bush’ and fully shaved. brought in Handmaids Tale because he really liked the TV show. 

CHARLIE BARBER - Fahrenheit 451, Shakespeare, Burn This, Les Miserables, Phantom of the Opera, anything that he can fangirl over. loves to talk about the theater and musical adaptations of the books he brings. 

TOBY GRISONI - steals all of Charlies books. 

PATERSON - poetry. personal poetry, he likes getting feedback. most is positive, Kylo cheers for him while every groans when he starts talking about waterfalls and the clouds and some shit. Clyde has cried on many occasions. 

CLYDE LOGAN - Louis L’amour books, gunslingers and horses, Ten Little Indians by Agatha Christie. a few novellas.... which were taken by Professor Zachary Adams when he read the sex scenes out loud. Ben was very interested in sharing his porn stash with him. 

FLIP ZIMMERMAN - brings in any book about war-has made every boy sob while reading Ghost Soldiers. also has brought in Pearl Harbor as an ‘audiobook’. has brought in authentic war props that may have ended up with a bomb scare and Kylo stealing a grenade. he was 10/10 tackled to the ground by Flip and given a broken arm. 

PHILLIP ALTMAN - brought in his moms book about raising children, complained about how he was portrayed. had a big group hug from all the boys because his mom wrote about his penis and he cried when he tried to explain himself. was given cupcakes by Leia at the next meeting because she read the book and felt bad for him. 

JAMIE MASSEY - brings in anything with Joaquin Phoenix in it, no books. only ‘films’, once brought in Blue is the Warmest Color and paused at the lesbian sex scene when all the boys got curious about scissoring. was confiscated by Professor Zachary Adams. 

RICK SMOLAN - National Geographic! he dreams of being a nature photographer and he gushes about camera angles and lighting details when it’s his turn to share. Jamie boos him the entire time. 

ADAM SACKLER - The Kama Sutra, thats the book he brings every fucking week. he does “research” at home on which positions actually work. everyone groans when he starts demonstrating on Rick because he can overpower him. has been swatted with a newspaper by Professor Zachary Adams.

PROFESSOR ZACHARY ADAMS - frustrated. it was such a bad idea to run an after-school reading club, the boys are giving him an ulcer and he has hit the Solo Triplets with a book at least six times-Leia is going to kill him.

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