#andy barber drabble

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex shop

pairing | sex shop owner!andy barber x innocent!reader

warnings | age gap (reader sees andy as a total dilf.) reader is very innocent and also so scared to be there (understandably.) soft!andy, comforting vibes, he talks her through everything. humiliation kink is strong in this one. no real smut, just suggestive themes (sex shop, toys, talks of solo and guided masturbation.)

word count | 987

an | this little story is dedicated to andy's #1 girl, @worksby-d 🥺 dest i super hope you enjoy our favorite dilf here!! i tried to make him the big warm teddy bear we know and love, with a little hint of naughtiness shining through at the end hehe <3 happy holidays to you friend!!

imagine going to a sex shop for the very first time, aalllll by yourself, and meeting a very handsome dilf who helps you pick out your very first big girl toy 😏

parking as far away as possible (it’s at the end of a little strip mall in a tiny little town you’ve never been to before, you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anyone you knew!) spending like 10 minutes just sitting in your car hyping yourself up, you’re so nervous but you’ve wanted to do this for so long 🥺

eventually you build up your courage and make your way up the parking lot, to the front door of the place. a little silvery bell rings as you enter. you’re surprised at how clean and neat the place is. you weren’t sure what to expect, but this is better than you had been hoping. it’s not too big, a single large room with a counter in the middle. at first glance, you're alone, no other customers or employees in sight

the store has different sections with hanging signs directing you where to go. you can feel heat rising in your cheeks as you pass the racks of lingerie and intimates. just as you make it over to the toys for her section, you hear something from across the little shop. looking over, you see someone has entered through a doorway in the back. a man, but you don’t get too long of a look. your eyes quickly drop to the ground as you feel your embarrassment worsening

please don’t come over here. please don’t come over here. please don’t-

your silent prayers are ignored as footsteps approach. you take a step back from the wall of products, forcing yourself to look up at the stranger. your jaw almost drops at the sight of him, oh god, you’re thinking to yourself, why is he hot 😭

there andy stands in all of his glory, the epitome of dilfy deliciousness with his worn navy t-shirt and scruffy beard. scratching his head a bit awkwardly, he greets you, “hey, sorry. didn’t meant to startle you. can i help you find anything?”

your heart’s pounding in your throat as you look around stupidly before your eyes return to the absolute unit of a man before you. you blink like a deer in the headlights. oh my god. he works here, you’re a little slow to put things together

andy sees your surprise, letting out a gentle chuckle. “i’m the owner,” he explains. “you okay, honey? you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

a part of you knows this is an extremely sketchy situation. you’re alone in a sex shop with a dude probably twice your age (who apparently owns the place), out in a town you can’t remember the name of, with nothing to defend yourself except your two bare hands (which are now shaking)

but there’s something about the man before you that you just find so… warm? disarming? (…attractive? 😳) the gentle smile on his face, the way he softens his voice when he senses your nervousness...

you’re a little ball of conflicting feelings, half nerves and half head-over-heels for this unknown man. again, you blink, unable to find your voice to respond

“you’re alright, just take it easy,” he tries to help you relax. “this your first time in a place like this?” all you can manage is a nod. he gives you an understanding smile, “that’s perfectly fine. i’m here to help. can you tell me what you’re looking for, sweetheart?”

your eyes glance quickly back at the wall of toys in front of you before returning to him. he must see the increasing humiliation on your face. “u-um…” you’re finally able to stutter, “i-i don’t… i’m not… i guess i'm…”

he’s so patient and attentive it’s only making the butterflies in your tummy worse 😭 “not sure where to start?” he finishes for you. when you nod, he hums thoughtfully, “that’s okay, honey. do you have anything already that you like? is this for you to use on your own?"

you grit your teeth, nodding through the waves of embarrassment. “d-don’t have anything, sir. looking for something to start out with”

“i see,” he nods, looking over the selection on the wall before the two of you. “a bullet is a great beginner toy. simple, quiet, different levels of intensity to fit your needs. do you like clitoral stimulation?”

you have to fight yourself to keep from rubbing your thighs together right then and there 😩 something about the way he’s talking you through everything is sooo 🥲🥲 a feeling of dread hits as you realize you’re already getting wet

you force out a nod. he looks at a few options before picking out a small, discreet box. offering it to you, he explains, “this one’s my favorite. it’s nice and smooth, hard to hurt yourself with. rechargeable, medical-grade silicon. six levels of intensity. and the pink matches your nails,” he says sweetly, nodding at the shiny polish on the tips of your fingers

you clumsily accept the box, looking it over briefly. “there are instructions on the inside. the internet can be helpful too,” he suggests. the burning in your tummy worsens as he sees right through you, sniffing your complete innocence and inexperience with ease

“o-okay. this looks good. thank you,” you agree

“of course,” he nods with a sheepish smile. “once you get comfortable with that, we can work you up to something more sophisticated” you never implied that you’d be returning to him, but now that he’s said it, you know you couldn’t refuse. “and if you have any trouble, you can always come see me. i got a room in the back, we can take some time and find what works for you”

i might have to write that follow-up visit someday this is making me 🫠🫠

[capsiclecevans]

"come to bed with me"

Warnings: fluff, a little emotional, AU where Jacob did die at the end of Defending Jacob

Summary: Andy and Reader are reeling from your first major argument after moving in together and try to deal with the issue together.

Word Count: 1,291

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

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It had been going on for hours now, the screaming and fighting. You and Andy had argued before this, but not this much. You had never seen Andy this angry before, over something he hasn’t even told you about yet. He was in a foul mood when he had gotten home from work, probably a run in with Neil (again), but he hadn’t told you what it was about. He had scolded you for even being near him when he was in this mood which you pushed back, making his anger rise more than you have ever seen it rise before. 

You were sat on the couch quietly, wiping your silent tears away as you stare at the fireplace, trying to listen to where Andy was in the house. Hoping that you won’t have to speak to him until tomorrow, when his mood might have improved and he has realised that he took his anger out on the wrong person. Heck, if it came to it you would even sleep on the couch or in the spare bedroom if you really had to avoid him and his temper. 

It was the first major argument you have had with Andy since you have moved in with him. You didn’t expect that you would have one that would be blown out of proportion just because Andy was in a bad mood from work. You knew that he didn’t mean to take his anger out on you but you were the only one in the house for him to do so. Maybe, this is what happened when he was with Laurie, maybe this is how she felt? But they were a happy family, weren’t they? Until she ruined everything after Jacob’s trial, killing him because she didn’t believe that he was truly innocent, making Andy leave her and in turn fall in love with you. 

He went out for a run to “calm down”, hopefully he will be in a bit of a better mood but that hadn’t happened as he slammed the door when he walked in, stalking upstairs to have a shower as you made dinner for you both quietly. That was 20 minutes ago and he is still to appear downstairs.

You sigh a little to yourself, moving off the couch to go and grab a blanket, wanting to alleviate the chill you felt from his mood. Usually Andy always tried to cuddle with you once he was back from a run as a joke, knowing that he was sweaty and needed a shower first. But, for the first time since living together, he didn’t. 

You weren’t even sure what was playing on the TV as you were just thinking about the shouting match you both had when he arrived home, you were so inside your own head and thoughts that you didn’t hear Andy walk downstairs slowly to come and find you as it was later than expected and you were usually getting ready for bed by now. 

You finally look up at your boyfriend when he sits next to you slowly, his hair still damp from his shower and the most guilty look on his face. His anger seems to have evaporated whilst he was in the shower. You hadn’t been able to stop crying since he left for his run and the look on his face just breaks your heart as he can see the tears in your eyes. 

“Oh baby…” He murmurs before cupping your cheeks in his hands to wipe away the tears away with his thumbs slowly “I am so sorry that I made you cry…I am sorry that I shouted at you…I am so sorry…” He whispers as he focuses on your tears. 

You close your eyes as he takes gentle care whilst holding your face in his hands. Taking a deep breath before opening your eyes to look at him, you melt into his touch slowly. Your Andy was back and you were eternally grateful as you knew that you would not have been able to not join him in your bed. 

“I have never seen you that angry…” You whisper as you look back at Andy and he nods slowly. A frown graces his face as he remembers how he treated you when he arrived home from the worst day at work he has had in a while. 

He lets a long breath before nodding slowly, his eyes flicking back to yours and he pulls you into his arms. His embrace was comforting, even though he was the one who made you feel like this. “Neil wants to look at Jacob’s case again, the Rifkin’s still do not believe that Jacob is innocent in Ben’s murder…” He says as he holds you close. You could hear the anger in his voice, his son was dead because his own mother didn’t believe him when he said he was innocent, and now the case was going to be looked at again to put the blame on a dead 14-year-old when he was found not guilty originally. 

Andy’s anger earlier was completely justified now you know why he was kicking off. He was going to have to re-live one of the most traumatising parts of his life again, and his son’s death because no-one believed that his son was innocent. Apart from the two of you. When Andy opened up and told you about those traumatic months of his life, you knew that he had fought for his son’s innocence with every fibre of his being, and you believed him when he said that Jacob was innocent. You just knew. You knew that Andy wasn’t lying when he said that Jacob was innocent. 

“Oh Andy…” You say and you look at him sadly, stroking his cheek gently as you watch his reaction carefully. He seems to relax a little as you stroke his cheek, like you were his rock, his support system. “I am so sorry that you have to re-live everything that happened to you and Jacob again, to prove his innocence yet again…that isn’t right what they are doing…” 

Andy sighs and nods before pressing a light kiss to your head as he holds you closer to him, neither of you knew what to say now. Andy’s life was going back under the microscope when it shouldn’t be. 

“Come to bed with me…” 

He said it so softly that you wouldn’t have been able to catch the five words out if the TV wasn’t muted and you weren’t cuddled up to him in his lap. A small smile plays on your lips as you realise that he does still want to share a bed with you tonight, even after the argument you had when he arrived home. 

You look up at him through your lashes before pressing a kiss to his stubble. “Of course I will…I would go anywhere with you…” You whisper against his skin in a promise that you would not be looking at breaking any time soon, since you were deeply in love with the man that you were sharing this house with. 

Andy’s smile is small when he looks down at you, his eyes glistening with tears before he nods and stands up from the couch, holding his hand out for you to take and head up to bed with him. 

You look at him before taking his hand, standing up with him and walks up to your bedroom, knowing that the fight wasn’t over, but you were glad the fight wasn’t between you and Andy anymore. It was against the two of you and the rest of the world who want to contest Jacob’s innocence when he is no longer here to fight himself. 

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[thezombieprostitute]

Would you rather do something to accidentally really hurt boyfriend!Jake’s feelings OR be forced into an arranged marriage with Andy? 😈

Ask based on this post.

I really shouldn't be surprised I'm getting so many Andrew "would you rather" asks. But I am a little surprised that this one inspired a little drabble.

Decisions

In the end, it was a really easy decision to make. You'd do anything for Jake, you'd been best friends for forever. Some days you'd hoped for more but, given how different your worlds are, it never worked out. Jake, a soldier, respected that you, a princess, could never be allowed to marry him. But your friendship was well known throughout the palace.

And that's what Count Barber used against you. Many suitors had tried for your hand and while they made great promises and deals to your father, the choice was yours to make. But Count Barber was crafty. Once he had made an agreeable deal to your father, he came to you with a threat.

"Do you recall, Princess, the few years where your favorite soldier had disappeared?" Barber asked with a cocky grin on his face.

"Of course I do," you snap at him. "They were the saddest years of my life."

"I have evidence he was involved with traitors to the kingdom during those years."

Barber places of photos clearly showing Jake interacting with Lloyd Hansen. A man who, after years of failing to rise in the courts, attempted a coup. It was quashed quickly but he had escaped.

"Perhaps he was working as a double agent?" you countered.

"Not according to his records." Barber's grin grew as he saw the desperation growing in your eyes. "There is no indication he was secretly working for our kingdom. Even if there was, I'm sure you can imagine how it would look to the public. To Jensen's superiors. Isn't he up for promotion, actually? One that might help his sister's family? I'm sure they'd be upset by this, too."

You sit in shock. You know Jake would never hurt you, but why would he be with Hansen?

In the end, though, it doesn't matter. He's your greatest friend. You'd never want him hurt.

"I accept your offer of marriage," you whisper.

[worksby-d]

if you’re still doing drabbles could we get a drabble of andy and evie coming home from ice skating and evie being so excited telling her mumma how it went 🫶🏽

yeah!!! i’ll always add to that series thank you for asking about it 🥹🫶

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader + their daughter

Summary: Follow up to Ice Skating.

Warnings: dad!Andy, Andy got injured!!

Word count: ~700

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The peace and quiet while Andy and Evie were out for the day was nice, but you know it’s coming to an end when you hear the front door burst open and the sound of your daughter’s boots stomping against the floor. 

“Mommy?” 

“Kitchen,” you call out to let her know where you are.

She turns the corner into the room and is quick to give you a hug, but you chuckle knowing it’s just so she can snoop at the food on the counter to know what you’re making her eat for dinner. 

Nonetheless, you hug her back and start taking her jacket and mittens in your hands as she hands you everything that she takes off.

“Where’d you leave dad?” You laugh, realizing he hasn’t made it inside yet. 

“He’s slow,” she shrugs, leaving your side to walk around and sit in a barstool across from you. “He got hurt.”

She says it so nonchalantly, but you furrow your brow at her. Your genuine concern is missed by her as she reaches across the counter to steal a piece of food. 

“What? Is he–”

Your question of whether or not he’s okay is cut off by him finally walking in, holding some ice to his hand. 

You're thankful to see that him being slow and him being hurt don't actually correlate, but you still dodge the side hug he tries to give you, turning and taking his hand in yours instead. “What happened?” 

“I’m fine–” 

“He fell,” Evie answers for him. 

You both laugh quietly at her, but look back to each other. 

“I fell and used my hand to brace myself,” he explains. 

He lets you take the ice off to look and you can’t help the small pout you flash at him as your fingers brush over a bruise. 

“Just some bruising and a little sore,” he promises, using his other hand to tilt your head back up so he can give you a quick kiss. “They offered me some ice, so I took it for the way home. I’m fine.”

“Clumsy,” you sigh, shaking your head at him before diverting your attention back to your daughter. “Did you have fun ice skating, sweetie?”

“Yeah!” She beams at you. “I’ve never ice skated before, but I think I did okay. Right, daddy?”

“Are you kidding? You were fantastic,” he assures her. “Best skater out there today.”

“Nobody else was there,” she giggles, rolling her eyes at him before looking at you and changing the subject. “Dad told me about your ice skating date a long time ago.” 

The mischievous smile she has on her face tells you she knows what she’s doing by using the phrase “a long time ago.” Anything to call you guys old. 

“He did?” You smile, glancing at him before back at Evie. “What did he tell you?”

“He said you didn’t live here so you had to drive here to go with him and then you fell asleep because he was boring you–”

“Hey, she’s twisting my words,” Andy interjects to defend himself. “I wasn’t boring mom.” He looks to you. “Was I?”

“No,” you laugh, helping him out. “He wasn’t boring me, I was just tired.” 

Evie barely acknowledges the fact checking, going on with what she was supposedly told. 

“And when you got there, there was no one there just like when I got there today! And then he said you fell and made him fall too,” she recalls. “But he didn’t get hurt that time.”

You scoff, nudging Andy with your shoulder. “You didn’t have to tell her I fell. You could have lied and said I was good at skating to make me seem cooler.”

“Hey– What?” He chuckles, rubbing his arm as if your nudge hurt him. “That was a vital part of the story.”

You fail at suppressing your smile. “Whatever.”

Your shared look lingers and he leans into you for another quick kiss.

“Not again,” Evie groans. 

“Oh, yeah,” Andy hums against your lips. “She didn’t like that part of the story.”

You lean back so he can see your raised eyebrow. “Which part?”

“The part where I helped you up like a gentleman after you fell and gave you a consolation kiss. She doesn't wanna hear about us ki–”

“A consolation kiss?” Stepping out of his arms, you scoff. “And here I thought you kissed me because you liked me. But you just felt bad for me.” You let out a dramatic sigh, clutching your chest. “Tsk Tsk. Truth coming out after all these years.”

You've got Evie laughing pretty hard with your dramatics. Her giggles die down when you look back to her.

“Well, I'm glad you had fun, peanut,” you tell her, tone more serious. “Dad was excited to take you.”

“Me too!” She smiles proudly. “I want to go again sometime and you can come with us so I can show you how to do it without falling!”

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[sweetiebarnes]

Illicit Affairs

Summary: To you, Andy was your everything. But to him? You were nothing more than a distraction. Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Word Count: 381 Warnings: Hurt no comfort, no happy ending, angst, Andy is an asshole, cheating/affairs, mentions of past smut A/N: This is an entry for The Basement Spouses writing challenge using the prompt “You think I care about you? Cute.” I also would like to thank @shadeysprings for helping me with my muse for married Andy.

Excuse after excuse. It seemed that Andy had become an expert at coming up with them. Nights when he’d tell Laurie he was working late were spent in your apartment. The times he said he had a conference in Vancouver, he was taking you apart in a hotel room. 

You’d never experienced someone like him before. Andy seemed to know exactly how to play you like a violin. He held your heart in his hands and knew how to tear your body and soul apart. 

Because of him, lying had become your second language. You’d learned to make sure not to leave any trace beh

There was once a time when you thought of yourself as a good person. Those days were long gone now. You hated the person you’d become, but you swore you only did it because of love. 

He always swore he’d one day leave his wife. One day it’d only be the two of you against the world. But day after day that moment never seemed to come. It seemed to be your turn to hear his excuses. His lies. 

“After the holidays.” 

“I need to get through this case first.”

“Baby, just give me time.”

How many more excuses could you handle? But then came the day when you gave him your request. He was either going to finally tell Laurie the truth or you two were over. You never expected him to choose the latter. 

“Andy, please.” It felt as if you were pouring every emotion into this. You needed him to see how much you loved him. “I can’t do this anymore. If you care about me like you say you do, you’ll tell her.”

His face remained stoic, with no semblance of emotion behind his piercing gaze. “You think I care about you? Cute.” 

Those seven words were enough to break your heart. It turned out, his wife wasn’t the only one being played. No, it turned out that to Andy Barber, you were nothing more than a distraction. A plaything to get through his days. ind in his car. Long gone were the days when you’d wear your favorite perfume. The possibility of leaving your scent behind on his clothes is too strong. Every move you made, seemed to revolve around Andy Barber. 

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | massage

pairing | massage therapist!andy barber x reader

warnings | andy’s soooo soft and sweet <3. err, some sort of violation of massage therapy ethics lol. me kind of not knowing how a massage works. my shameless hand kink. fingering. praising/encouragement. squirting. he cleans her up after :)

word count | 897

an | big thankyou to @starksbabie for letting me ask weird questions about massage practices lol. sorry if this still didn’t seem realistic, i’ve never had a massage before 😭

okay but 😳 getting a massage from andy? 😏

he’s a professional ofc!! recommended to you by a friend who’s noticed how tense and stressed you’ve been lately. “he’s the best, those hands are magic!”

he’s got a little private office built off of his home. he greets you when you arrive, guiding you back into the private room with the table. “go ahead and undress for me, honey. hop up and lay on your back when you’re ready; you can cover yourself with the sheet if you like.” he gives you a few minutes of privacy to let you do as he instructed. all you can think about is how handsome he is 🥲 your friend should’ve warned you this guy’s a total dilf lol

he comes back in and dims the lights, making his outline just barely visible against the few dull lamps stationed around the room. washes his hands at the sink in the corner before coming to stand at your side, pumping some oil onto his large hands. he can see you’re trembling a little 🥺

“easy sweetheart, just relax. i’ll be gentle, i promise.” his voice is so soothing and warm, it’s hard not to trust him

he starts things out innocent enough, moving the sheet and working your calves and around your knees. murmuring soothing words as he notes your jumpiness, “deep breaths, good.” “that feel okay?” “a little tight here, honey. let’s see if we can help with that-” his hands are so strong yet gentle 💕

he gradually works his way up to your thighs. the outsides first, then the tops. you try your best to fight off any inappropriate thoughts or feelings, but there’s just something about his dark figure towering over you, his massive hands, his low, soothing voice…

“gonna open up your legs a bit, princess. you’ve got some tightness here,” you jump as his long fingers are trailing to the insides of your thighs. he opens them just a few inches at first, guiding your knees to fall apart. you’re glad the room is so dark; you’re sure you’re making the most humiliating faces at this point 🥲 he works at your sore inner thighs as you try to ignore the fact that your bare pussy is now on display for his trained eyes and hands

he makes his way up to the tender space where your legs meet your groin. a whimper escapes your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks

he pauses. “sweetheart.” his voice is so dangerously low, with just a hint of tentativeness. he takes a deep breath, exhaling audibly before continuing. “i wanna help you, baby. will you let me?” his hands are guiding your knees further apart, hooking them over each side of the table to let your calves dangle down towards the floor.

you close your eyes, trying not to let your voice tremble as you give a soft, “mhm,” nodding your head. it’s all the answer he needs

he pumps some more oil onto his hands, warming them gently for a few moments before returning to the side of the table. you can just barely see his form leaning down a bit to get as good of a view as he can. his hands are careful as they land on either side of your needy cunt. you don’t get to see the smile spreading across his face as he catches a glimpse of your wetness, shining subtly in the darkness

he uses one large hand to part your pussy lips, the other dragging a few fingers up through your puddle. he hums in approval as your body jerks sensitively. he strokes the pads of his fingers broadly over your clit for a few moments, paying attention to how your body responds. when your knees shake and your little feet kick gently, he moves to press two fingers up into your soaking hole as the others continue on your burning button

“keep breathing for me, baby. that feel good?” you offer a mumbled confirmation, your head nodding almost desperately as his strong digits stretch you out. the sensation of fullness almost does you in alone- and then he starts pumping his fingers into you, curling them ever-so-slightly up to reach your sweet spot

you let out some mixture between a moan and a cry, your hips bucking up instinctively to match his pace. “good, that’s good, honey. keep going for me, that’s it…” he forces your mound back with his fingers, swirling his thumb quicker over your hardened nub. “come on, baby. give it to me, almost there…”

you come right on his fingers with a string of jumbled cries. “goood,” he croons, keeping up his pace to coax your orgasm out of you. he smiles as he feels you squirting out against his hands before things finally begin to ease up

he slows to a gentle stop, reaching for a towel with one hand as he continues stroking your inner thigh with the other. after wiping off the mess you made from his fingers, he gently moves to find something to clean you off with, turning the lights up a little to make the room more visible

“feeling better?” he asks when he returns to your side. you just nod pathetically, a sweet look of humiliation settling on your face as he gets to cleaning you up 😌

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Little Surprises 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, pregnancy, cheating/established relationships, and other dark elements. Not all kinks or triggers are tagged. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Andy Barber, side of Mike Weiss

Summary: You have a baby on the way but it's not the only surprise.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You inch the door open and wince. You knocked once but no answer came. You’re surprised to find someone within. You rap again with your knuckles, that time on the door frame. 

“Excuse me, Mr. Barber,” you say, “you mind?” 

He sits up straight. He clears his throat as he forces his shoulders high, resuming his usual rigid posture. He’s of the few attorneys there that acknowledges you. He nods. 

“Uh, sure,” he wiggles the mouse and clicks. “Come on in.” 

You open the door wider and cross the office to his desk. You pick up the wastebasket beside it, holding back a grunt as your waist band presses tightly beneath your belly. You carry the bin to the cart at the door and dump it. It’s just coffee cups and crumpled paper, a wrapper from an egg wrap. The thought of eggs makes you nauseous. 

“Need the break,” he rubs his eyes as you near him again. “Eyes are getting fuzzy.” 

“Oh no,” you humour him. You hold the cloth in your hand, “you mind?” 

“Go ahead,” he rolls his chair back. 

“So sorry, sir, I'm running behind today.” You wipe around his keyboard and mouse. You pause and hover over a wrapper for a protein bar. “All done with this?” 

“Um, yeah,” he answers. 

You smile and scoop up the wrapper with a crinkle. “No problem.” 

Your back spasm and you suck in a sharp breath. You rub between your hips as you retreat. You feel him watching you. 

“You... alright?” 

“It’s so sweet of you to ask,” you preen as you go back to the cart and toss the wrapper. “I’m just fine.” 

You go to the book shelf and clean around the awards, the decorative gavel, and statue of Lady Justice. You feel him watching still. A few people have noticed despite you borrowing Mike’s shirts. Even those are starting to cling. 

“You’re... expecting,” he guesses correctly. 

You drag the cloth over a shelf, “I am.” 

“I’m sorry if that’s...” 

“Nah, it’s okay. I just don’t like anyone fussing over me,” you assure him. “All tidy, isn’t it?” 

You step back and admire your work. The wheels of his chair roll over the mat. 

“Why don’t you sit? Take a load off?” He offers. 

You face him and smile. He’s so nice. He spends all that time working and he’s still worried about you. You’re just the cleaner. You know well how stressful law work can be. You barely see your boyfriend with him running around the public courts. 

“Really, Mr. Barber, I still got the rest of the floor to do.” 

“I remember when Laurie was expecting,” he says. “She was exhausted all the time.” 

“I can manage. I’m not too far. Three months is all.” 

“You really shouldn’t be doing so much,” he keeps his hand on the chair. “Not in your condition.” 

“My doctor says it’s good,” you argue. “I really appreciate you worrying for me, but I’m fine. Really.” 

He looks at you. The same way Mike does. They reflect each other in certain ways. They’re always so serious. They don’t like to be told no and they win most arguments. It’s probably why they do what they do. 

“Well,” he sighs, his hand going to his hip. That posture defines him. It underlines his age. At least ten years older than Mike, who’s got a couple on you himself. “If you need somewhere to sit down, you come back here.” 

“Oh, Mr. Barber,” you smile. “That’s so kind.”  

You back to the door and tuck the dust cloth away. You get behind the cart as he follows. “Should you be pushing that around?” 

“It’s not much,” you roll it back and forth. “Paper and sponges.” 

He nods, his lips thinned in disapproval. That’s why you don’t tell anyone. They treat you different. And Mike doesn’t want his family to know yet. He says his mom will want you to marry first but he hasn’t even asked yet. 

“You should be on accommodated duty. You know, I dealt with a few labour cases?” He insists. 

“Mr. Barber,” you chide softly. “You got enough to worry about.” 

You roll the cart away, down to Mr. Logiudice’s door. It’s already opens. He greets you with a flick of his fingers as he holds his phone to his ear. You clean quietly, certain not to disturb his call. 

As you leave, Mr. Barber is still by his door. He stares at you for a moment before he retreats into his office. You hope you didn’t bother him too much. 

You finish up your rounds and dump the bag in the dumpster. You stay outside for your break, sitting at the picnic table near the corner of the building. You drink water and chew on crackers. The baby is picky. Your breakfast ended up in the sink. 

“Ahem,” the deep noise draws your eyes up as you stare at your phone. Mike’s busy. Not answering. 

“Oh, Mr. Barber.” You blink at the attorney in his grey jacket. 

“Aren’t you cold?” He asks. 

You look down at your long-sleeved shirt. 

“Baby’s got me running hot,” you shrug. 

“Hmm, I just ran out to the coffee place,” he points over his shoulder. “Slow day.” 

“It’s not so bad,” you look up at the grey clouds. 

“They had a special. Muffin and coffee for three bucks,” he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a white bag stamped with the cafe logo. “I just needed the caffeine.” 

He has a cup in his other hand as he sets the bag on the table close to you. You look at it, then him. You find his eyes on your phone. You peer down and find your conversation with Mike still open. Still no reply. 

“Thanks, uh,” you pull the bag closer. “I’ll save it for after work.” Odds are, you’ll give it to Mike. The smell of cinnamon is already sickening. 

He gives another flat hum. His blue eyes search you. “Too early? You don’t know if it’s a girl or boy?” 

You shake your head, “not yet. Don’t think I’ll ask.” 

“Oh,” he clucks. “Laurie had to know. Had the nursery done two months early.” 

“A lot to figure out,” you agree and stand, gathering up your phone and snack. “Gotta get back to it so I can buy the baby a crib, huh?” 

He’s quiet. He walks with you back to the building. You feel him glancing at you repeatedly. He opens the door for you and you thank him. 

“Least I can do,” he says. 

[ellethespaceunicorn]

Oh, Andy...fuck me! This was awesome. Fantastic work!

his angel

— soft dark! andy barber x jacob’s teacher! reader

summary || Andy finally gets what he’s wanted for so long, you.

warnings || unprotected sex. cheating. corruption kink. size kink. manhandling. manipulative andy. possessive andy. filthy andy. fingering. oral sex. felching. dirty talk. hair pulling. petnames (angel). lots of sexual tension. horny thots. PWP — MINORS DNI 🔞 if any of this makes you uncomfortable then please do not read!

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You placed all the clean dishes on the rack to dry them and wiped your hands on a towel. Your otherwise silent house was filled by the light buzz of the TV acting like the background sound to your life.

You mindlessly made your way towards the sofa and sank down in it. You began scrolling through random channels in the hope of finding something interesting to see.

Usually, your evenings were busy with either checking the papers or planning the next day’s lectures. But during the vacations, you had nothing more to do than relax.

You were almost about to doze off sitting in front of the TV when you heard someone ring your doorbell. You checked the watch hanging on the wall and gulped nervously.

It was too late for anyone to visit you. Who would it be? Walking on your tips toes, trying to make as minimum sound as possible, you reached the door and peeked through the peephole.

You were shocked when you saw who it was. Andy Barber, assistant DA and father of your student. You couldn’t help but wonder what he was doing at your door at this hour in the night.

Your heart ached for the Barbers, it really did. Jacob was your student and though the kid was a little odd, he didn’t look like a murderer. The family had to go through too much, especially Andy.

Even after everything was settled and Laurie and Jacob were now back from the hospital, you could see it in their eyes that they weren’t the same people anymore.

The family was the talk of the town and it wasn’t really a secret that the couple was having issues in their marriage. The long buried secrets were now out in the open and the truth was harsh and cold.

You had visited Jacob while he was still admitted in the hospital after the accident. And then you had seen Andy, sitting outside his child’s room like the helpless father he was.

You had seen how broken he was. His usual lustre and confidence was drained out and what was left behind was a hollow shell devoid of its previous glory.

After that, you had seen him on many occasions, jogging in the park, dropping Jacob to school, bumping in the grocery store and the list went on.

All these times, he smiled and tried to talk joyfully but yet there was something behind his eyes that you couldn’t quite tap. There was this deep darkness that you tried not to think of.

You closed your eyes and thought for a minute before putting up your best smile and opening the door. “Hello Mr. Barber!” You tried to sound cheerful.

“Hi! I know this is a terrible time. But… I just…” Andy closed his eyes and sighed. He knew that you were looking on with concerned eyes as he pretended to be regretful.

“I’m sorry. This is so inappropriate of me. I should probably go.” He said as if realising his mistake. He knew you’d stop him. And that’s exactly what happened. Oh, you were so sweet. He couldn’t wait to taste you.

“Oh no. Please wait. What happened?” Your worry was eminent in your voice as you stopped him. He looked so tired, his eyes were sunken and you didn’t have it in yourself to turn him away.

“Can I… can I talk to you?” His voice was breaking and you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. He once oozed confidence and assurance, but now he looked so hesitant.

“Sure! Please come in.” Andy gave you a small smile and entered the house. But in his heart, he was grinning like the wolf who had just been invited to the lamb’s house for dinner, not knowing she was dinner herself.

He had his eyes on you right from before the shitstorm hit his life. But you were so busy in your own little world, you never noticed the way his eyes leered at you.

There was just something about you that was so comforting, he found it irresistible. He was tired of his cold hard life, he wanted something warm to bask in.

“I just… I just wanted someone to talk to. And this is the first place I thought of. I’m sorry if I’m overstepping.” He better get his reward for this Oscar winning acting.

“No no. It’s completely fine. I mean I did tell you I’m here if you ever wanted to talk. And people say I’m a good listener.” The couch wasn’t big enough and so you sat right next to Andy.

It was too late in the night, but if you could do something to help Andy, you most definitely would. You switched off the TV to give your complete attention to Andy.

“I don’t have anyone to just chat with. My friends and family pity me, and I don’t want their pity. Even Laurie doesn’t want to talk to me anymore.” It was a lie, Laurie did want to ‘improve their relationship’, he was the one who didn’t want that.

“Oh Andy…” you placed your hand on Andy’s and gently started rubbing his skin with your thumb. It wasn’t a thought out action, just an instinct you blindly followed.

Your eyes fixated on your hand and you couldn’t help but think how small it was in Andy’s comparison. The sudden realisation of how big he was made your cunt throb. That was probably bad.

Andy was undeniably a gorgeous man and it was only natural that you felt attracted towards him. His electric blue eyes and the slightly crooked nose only added to his charm.

You had seen him half naked once, while swimming in the public pool, and you still hadn’t forgotten his magnificent body. His hard abs and sculpted back made him look like some Greek god come to life.

But everytime you thought about Andy in a certain way, you felt immense guilt settle in the pit of your stomach. He was a married man and the father of your student, you couldn’t afford to let anyone know of your thoughts.

“Will you be my friend?” Andy asked in a gruff voice. He was hyper focused on the way you were gently rubbing your thumb on his hand and he knew it was supposed to be a gesture to soothe him, but he couldn’t help but get hard.

Control yourself Andy. You’ve waited for so long, just some time more. He wanted so bad to just hold your hand and kiss you hard, but he couldn’t do that. Not yet.

“Of course I’ll be your friend Andy!” You said in a chipper tone. You needed to have some personal space because having Andy this close wasn’t helping you any. “I’ll get you some chamomile tea, it’s the best for relaxing and we can talk over it.”

That was not the kind of relaxation he was looking for. As you got up from besides him, Andy’s hand shot out and held your wrist. “There’s no need for that, just.. just sit besides me? Please.”

Andy had to make acting his strong suit for working in the court. He knew he could sway the juries and the judge with fake sympathy whenever he wanted to. And he did the same to you.

All he had to do was shed some tears and you were right by his side. He didn’t let go of your hand this time and instead leaned his face against your shoulder.

You sat straight as the gesture felt too intimate. You could feel his wet tears fall on your skin and you shivered with the sensation.

On the other hand, Andy couldn’t control himself anymore. He started laying little kisses on the bare column of your neck and inhaled in your scent.

At first you thought Andy’s lips were wobbling near your skin. But then you realised that he was in fact gently kissing your skin. You gasped at the realisation, “Andy…”

“Hmmm…” he hummed against your skin and the closeness was making you more breathless. His lips travelled up your neck until he kissed your special spot and you sucked in a breath.

Andy, after realising you were sensitive there, sucked on the spot before laving it with his tongue. You closed your eyes and arched your neck as he now started nibbling.

“You’re so responsive.” Andy’s hot breath fell on the shell of your ear as he spoke. You preened at the praise and let out a little moan and Andy smiled.

“You’re married and I… I can’t do this.” You said this yet didn’t move from your place. “Divorced. Just the paperwork is left.” Andy replied back.

You both knew it was equivalent of saying that you’ve studied for the exam, just not the chapters in the syllabus. But you still excepted it. Because you wanted this just as bad as him.

You turned your head until you were face to face with him. His eyes were sparkling in the dim lights of the house. You cupped his cheek with your hand and placed a hesitant kiss on the corner of his lips.

This was better than he had expected. Andy smiled before firmly pressing his lips to yours. Andy relished in the little moans you were giving and he was determined in making you writhed under him.

Andy’s lips were softer than you had expected as you kissed him. He nudged your lips with his tongue and you willingly opened your mouth. His tongue tangled with yours and you pushed yourself closer to him.

Andy placed his hands on your hips and pulled you up until you were straddling his lap. “You’re so soft and gentle. Just like an Angel. My Angel.”

You could feel how hard he was in his pants and you didn’t want to stop yourself anymore. Putting aside your inhibitions, you settled over his lap and grinded down on him.

“Fuck..” Andy grunted as he felt your heat through the clothes. His hands slipped under your shirt and rubbed his calloused hands on your smooth skin.

He pulled up your shirt and his eyes took in the way your tits were encased in your bra. He snapped open your bra and started kneading your breasts.

You chanted his name as his hot mouth sucked on your pebbled nipples. You entwined your fingers in his fluffy hair like you were dying to do since you’d first seen him.

The fact that he was still married and what you were doing was a taboo was only adding to the thrill of the whole act. Seeing his wet lips around your tits was making you gush between your legs.

When Andy unlatched himself, the cold prickled your skin which was wet with saliva. “Andy, please..!” You needed him badly and you needed him now.

“Yes my Angel. I can’t wait either.” You both quickly began undressing. You openly gasped at Andy’s physique once he was naked.

His body looked like it was carved out from marble by some great artist. You wondered why Laurie would ever leave this specimen.

You gulped when your eyes landed on his big cock. The head was thick and leaking precum. You could trace the prominent veins with your eyes and you moaned with just thinking about how it would feel inside you.

Andy’s eyes were equally devouring your body. The fire that burnt behind his eyes made you feel more wanted than you ever had.

Andy took a seat on the couch and started stroking his hard cock while keeping eye contact with you. You were about to straddle him again when his hands found your hips and made you turn around and then sit on his lap.

This way, your back was pressed against his chest and you could feel his hard length against your ass. He pulled you back, closer to himself, and spread your legs until they were dangling from his thighs and your cunt was spread open.

You both were sitting in front of the blank TV and you could see your blurry reflection in it and it was making the situation even more erotic.

Andy’s hand travelled ahead and dipped in your wet folds. Your pussy was throbbing with need as Andy rubbed your petals and collected your slick before putting those fingers in your open mouth.

“Such for me Angel.” For a moment, you were dumbstruck with the action but you quickly collected your gears and did as he said. You could taste your own slick and the filthy action made you even more aroused.

“Good girl!” Andy praised when you got his fingers slobbering wet with your saliva. His fingers once again paid attention to your clit before pushing them into your clenching hole.

Your back arched and you settled yourself in Andy’s arms as he kept pumping his fingers in you. The room was filled with the wet squelch of his fingers and you wanted to hide your face in shame.

His long fingers were reaching spots you didn’t know existed previously. His two fingers were making you feel so full, you just knew you were going to be choking on air when he fucked you with his cock.

His palm was rubbing your swollen clit as his fingers curled inside you. Andy’s other arm was holding you in place as you couldn’t help but squirm on his fingers.

“Look at you, my Angel. You are glowing.” Andy said as he licked off the sweat from your neck. “You’re so tight that you’re barely taking my fingers. I’m gonna stretch your little pussy so good on my cock.”

Listening to Andy, assistant DA and a very reputable lawyer, dirty talk in your ear was a complete power trip. His fingers had now increased the speed and your legs were trembling.

Your orgasm hit you like a train, sudden and enormous. Your legs clamped shut around his hand as you shook from the intensity of it.

Andy once again pushed your legs open and when you were still going through the aftershocks, he rubbed the head of his cock over your fluttering hole making your sensitivity shoot up.

“It’sss too big!” Your words were slurring as the reality of how big he was in your comparison sank in. “Shhh, I know you can take it. Trust me.” The last two words left no space for argument.

Andy groaned when he just pushed his head into your tight heat. He had planned to go slow, but he lost all patience and entered you in a single hard stroke.

You whimpered when Andy filled you up and clutched his bicep for support. It felt like his thick cock was splitting you in two, and it probably was.

When Andy pulled back only to push in again, his cock rubbed all the sensitive spots on your delicate walls. True to his words, his cock indeed was stretching you so well that you were drooling.

You let Andy do all the work as he thrusted his hips up into you and you laid back on Andy’s broad chest. You twisted your head around and kissed Andy as good as you could.

His fingers weaved in your hair and held you in place as his lips attached to yours. Your mouth just fell open as Andy lazily licked into it as he began fucking you harder.

Andy’s fingers snaked below and started playing with your clit and you closed your eyes with relief. Your toes curled as Andy pressed tight circles on your nub.

Andy groaned as he felt you clenched around him. He was finally getting what he wanted for so long and this was so much better than he had expected.

He had thought that he’d have one taste of you and it would be enough to satisfy him. But he was so wrong. Now, he wanted you even more the before.

You were like a drug. One taste and he only craved you more. But he smiled when he realised he had the same effect on you. You were so completely gone for him just like he was gone for you.

“My Angel, you look divine!” He mumbled in your ear as he saw the way your eyes were heavy lidded and your mouth was partially open and the way your hair was gracing your head made it look like an halo.

But if you were an Angel, he was the devil. He was getting off on ruining you for anyone else except him. He wanted to be the only one seeing you like this, all beautiful and serene for him.

Sitting on the couch was limiting his movement and he wanted to go harder with the possessive streak. He manhandled you until you were leaning on the table in front of the couch and he was holding your hips as he fucked you from behind while standing up.

Your hands were shaking and you were barely holding yourself up to stop from falling face first onto the wooden table. Andy was reaching you even deeper from this position and you couldn’t stop your moans.

“Good girl. Scream for me Angel.” One of his hand was holding your hips up while the other was clutching your tresses to keep you from falling.

“Andy…!” You screamed his name as you came again. Colours exploded behind your eyelids and you felt yourself fall crashing down from a cliff into the waves of pleasure.

Unable to hold yourself anymore, you were nearly about to crash before Andy held you by your shoulders instead of your hair and pulled you back.

Andy couldn’t stave himself any longer as your walls pulsed around him. With a loud grunt, he came inside you. “Take this Angel. Take it nice and deep. Let me fill you up until you’re leaking with me.”

Andy gently lowered you on the couch before sinking down besides you. You were panting and twitching as you took your time coming down from the high.

Andy got up from besides you and you instantly missed his warmth so you pulled him back. “Don’t worry Angel. I ain’t going anywhere, let me take care of you.”

You smiled hazily as you thought Andy would actually look after you but you gasped when he settled himself in between your legs which were still spread apart as you didn’t have the energy to sit straight.

Andy smirked up at you before peeking his tongue out and licking a long stripe of your pussy. Andy’s cum mixed with your slick was leaking out of your hole and seeing him lick it all up was the filthiest thing you’d ever seen.

You were already much too sensitive and you nearly screamed when Andy flicked your clit before sucking on it. Your held Andy by his hair and you didn’t know whether to push him away or let him continue.

His blue eyes were intensely staring at your face while he laved your pussy like a starved man. Andy continued his ministrations until you were wet with your slick and his saliva and the proof of your previous act was no more.

You sighed when he stood up and though you didn’t cum again, you were happy. But that was until you saw Andy was hard again too. His cock was standing hard and proud right in front of you as he jerked it a few times with his hand.

“Can’t keep you empty, can I?” He asked as he pushed your legs over his shoulders before entering you. You were nearly bent in half and he was deeper than anyone had ever been.

Your eyes rolled back as he started fucking you with renewed vigour. Your hands were too tired to hold him so you just lazily clutched the fabric of your couch as he pounded into you.

His hips snapping into yours was making the couch shake with force. Your open mouth was making soft moans as your brain has turned to mush to comprehend words.

This angle was making Andy hit your spot perfectly and it didn’t take much for you to cum again. Your body gave weak tremors as you experienced one of the best orgasms you ever had.

In your orgasmic haze, you felt Andy fill you up again as he spewed filth which you loved but were too tired to notice. Andy kissed your calf as he came deep inside you.

You felt his cum gushing out of you again when he pulled out. He laid your legs back down with care before plopping down on the carpet below. You looked on as his chest heaved with pants.

You locked eyes with each other and a smile spread on both of your lips at your disheveled states. You put your hand down from the couch where you were laying and lazily stroked Andy’s now messy hair.

Andy couldn’t keep the smile off his face as he didn’t care about what happened tomorrow, because tonight he had the one person he wanted above all else, his Angel.

[eccentricallygothic]

Psycho Husband!Steve Rogers who is a crazed coercive bastard.

Warning(s): Noncon, misogyny/sexism, depraved housewife kink, head shaving/hair cutting, he's a mental mf who thinks he is only doing what's best for you; cruel punishments are care and better sense according to him, age gap, fear kink, infantilization, humiliation, size kink. MDNI. 

. . .

You meekly sit atop your husband, Steve Rogers' lap as he feeds himself and you the dinner you meticulously prepared for him as he cares greatly for detail and perfection. 

The older man hums with each bite, one large paw caressing your back from over the thin -nearly sheer- material of one of the many dresses that make up the entirety of your wardrobe. 

“Absolutely delicious, baby, good job” he has been praising you with each bite and so you cannot help but smile at the compliments, your smaller body resting against his as you gently comb his hair with your fingers.

This is good.

Him being pleased is good.

“Thank you, my heart” you kiss his cheek that he had shaved just this morning when you were on your knees getting rid of his morning wood. He usually does that at night but you chose to wear a certain dress yesterday that caused for you to remain trapped in bed from the moment he got home till the both of you woke up tangled and sticky.

“See?” Now his fingers silkily glide up the length of your spine, past its dents that appear on your nape and towards your scalp that holds no barriers between your skins. “Wasn't I right?” Steve's fingertips flex all over your shiny head that he keeps empty from any hurdle between yourself and him. “Didn't it make things all better for us, hm?” Your tongue grows heavy and you feel it beginning to swell.

But you must not speak your mind.

For you are not allowed to have one.

“Yes, hubby, you were” you feel him stroke the bald crown of your head and the feeling of his coarse skin rubbing your soft and moisturized one sends shivers down your spine. 

His dark but relaxed blue eyes watch you, outwardly friendly but secretly inspecting you closely for the tiniest slip up. “Just too stupid to see it back then, weren't you?”

You nod nervously, offering him a smile as you avert your gaze from his, choosing to awkwardly play with his dress shirt instead. “Yes, hubby, I was.” Before you look up momentarily. He hates it when you don't look at him while speaking. “Thank you for teaching me better.” 

“And what did I teach you?” You bite your tongue, his words scalding your ears. 

Of course, he wants you to say it.

It is a routine that he likes to do every night. 

“That you are always right because you know better.” You resist the urge to cringe from how he suddenly gives you a burst of praise head rubs. 

It is a trap, meant to set you off.

He knows you don't like his hand rubbing your bald head like you're some kind of an animal and he still does it.

You've made the mistake of fighting back one too many times in the past.

But now you know it never fares well for you.

So better to just obey.

“Yeah?” His eyes begin to dance all over your form in that lewd fashion of theirs. “And how did I teach you that?” This is nothing new, and yet your heart drops.

“You taught me by…” Your face becomes hot from the embarrassment and humiliation. “B- By…” Fuck.

Even after all this time, it's no easier to do it. 

“By?” You can feel his sick arousal poke into the back of your thigh. He shifts to readjust himself. “Know what, honey?” He actually has the gall to sound friendly like he's doing you a favor out of the goodness of his heart. “I'll help your little mind out by giving you a hint.” You cannot hold his gaze anymore. So you drop your eyes and train them on his collars as you whimper into his cheek from how he hugs you closer with the arm he has draped around you. He loves proximity. “It had something to do with a machine and a cute head” his long fingers caress your scalp in circular motions.

Your heart is erratic against his chest. “H–” the whimper you let out is shaky and pathetic. Your expression falters into one of pain but you recover just as fast. At least on the outside. “T- Taught me by shaving my head.”

Steve's smirk is one of pride. “Oh? And what setting did I shave it on? Did I leave anything behind or did you become a complete cueball?” 

Tears sting your eyes from the sensitivity and helplessness as you feel your throat tighten even more. “N- No, hubby. Nothing was left. You shaved it all off…” Closing your eyes momentarily is the only way you can let out your next words. “Until I was a cueball.”

“And why was that, huh, baby?” Now he speaks to you like you're a child. 

He does that when he is horny. 

The realization makes your stomach twist.

“B- Because you warned me many times but—” your voice breaks and you softly sob into his cheek all of a sudden because the memories overwhelm you. “I didn't l- listen and my hair kept getting in the food I would prepare for you.” He somberly cooes and lowers your head forwards in a submissive position to caress the links of your spine.

“Oh, honey. Is that what happened?” Though Steve rests his cheek atop your bald head that he keeps shiny with scented oils and feigns sadness his bulge is too stiff against your tender skin for his little act to hold any weight. 

“Yes, hubby.” Your tears fall on your lap. 

“And how did it happen, huh, darling?” He loves the helplessness of your situation. That has got to be it. “Can you tell me?”

You nod and swallow the bile in your throat. Denial is not an option. “The scary razor went all over my head, hubby” you make yourself sound like a baby because that's what he likes. “Like buzz buzz buzz~” you try to mimic the sound and gesture as you run a pretend trimmer over your naked scalp. 

“Aw, it was scary for your little baby self, was it?” You timidly nod, pouting a little. “That's because you're so small and easily scared, aren't you?” He presses kisses all over your head and pinches your cheek. 

“Yes, hubby.” 

“Aw, my poor girl” he cups your face and lets his thumb trace the shape of your mouth. “I get it, you’re just a baby” he cannot but kiss you deeply before speaking again. 

“But it was necessary, wasn't it? And it worked” it is typical of him to seek validation for his unhinged actions from you, probably helps him sleep easier and pumps his pompousness further. “No more hair in the food.” He smiles and forces you to look at him by tipping your head back.

“No more hair in the food.” You echo him like the hollow doll he has made of you.

“Awww” he chuckles at the dejection in your voice. “Cheer up, silly. You look just as perfect as the first moment I laid my eyes on you” his lips repeatedly peck yours for a few moments. Then he continues. “I am the only one whose opinion matters for you and I think you're the most gorgeous thing alive” he scoops you up in his arms before standing up and you give him a smile like you're supposed to. He leans in to capture it in his own. “The cueball only makes you sexier and more nude for me. So it's a win all around” you whimper into the words he utters against your mouth. “C'mon, hubby will make you feel all better.” He whispers before carrying you to the bedroom. It is impossible not to be aware of your devastation and that is why he offers compensation the way he does. “Yeah?”

All you can do is nod defeatedly.

. . .

If you made it down here, hi you're cool. 

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

🏘️girls of paradise AU masterlist🏘️

the girl next door 🏠 steve rogers, silverfox

girls just wanna have fun 🫦 bucky barnes & sam wilson, silverfox

girl on fire ❤️‍🔥 jonathan pine, loki

just a girl 👟 walter marshall, ~andy barber

candy girl 🍭 thor, silverfox

my girl 📖 captain syverson, brother's best friend

girl like you 🔒 lee bodecker, jake jensen

who’s that girl? 🧱 joel miller, tommy miller

[capsiclecevans]

"the hike will be worth it"

Warnings: pure fluff as alwayyyys, not the writer for smut am I? 

Summary: 

“not to be cheesy but that trope where character a is looking at a beautiful view and they’re like “oh it’s beautiful” and character b softly replies “yeah” but they’re gazing tenderly at character a when they say it……” found this prompt somewhere either on here or on the former bird app, I can’t remember lol 

Word Count: 1,336

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

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Dating a celebrity was hectic. Dating a celebrity who has spent the most of his 30s single was also hectic. Dating said celebrity who portrayed Captain America until 2019 was tough. But he was worth it. You loved Chris, and he loved you. Since stepping away from Marvel and Steve Rogers, you have been able to take back some of the privacy you both craved near the end, even though if that means there are rumours every few months about him returning to Marvel. 

By stepping back, you were able to spend the the mandated lockdowns together during the COVID pandemic. You were both hidden away in your Boston home, no paparazzi invading your privacy and no fans leaking where you both were to be ambushed on the streets. 

Due to the pandemic and when the restrictions began to be slowly lifted, you were even able to secretly get married in your backyard, with your closest family there. It was the perfect day for you both as you loved your privacy and only having your closest family there made it the happiest day of your life. You didn’t even announce that you were married until your first anniversary and Chris posted his favourite photo of you both from your wedding day on his Instagram. 

You were both in love and nothing could ever change that. 

So you thought, it was a warm day in the late spring in Massachusetts and Chris decided to haul you and Dodger on a hike. You loathed the man you married at the moment, no matter how matter how gorgeous today was in Boston. 

“Chris…how much further…?” You whine as you follow him up the trail. You did have to admit, the view of his ass in the gym shorts he was wearing was a great view in itself and that is why you didn’t hate him entirely for making you walk up this trail with him. 

“Stop staring at my ass and I will tell you” He says in a knowing tone that you would has his ass in your view as you climbed up the trail carefully behind him. 

You can’t help a gasp leave your body. How did he know you were revealing in the sight of it in front of you. “How did you know…?” You ask a little shocked before continue walking behind him, not wanting to lose him on the trail. 

You hear him chuckle softly at the tone of your voice before looking over his shoulder to you, Dodger sniffing round at the bushes a few feet in front of you both on the trail. “You are my wife. I know these things baby.” He says before raising his eyebrows at you and smirks a little when you smile sheepishly as you had been caught out. “Not much further, we are near the clearing, about 5 more minutes of walking. The hike will be worth it.”  He finally answers your question with a smile, adjusting his baseball hat on his head before quickly pressing a kiss to your cheek to hopefully appease you into walking just a little bit further for him. 

You huffed a little before nodding and continue following him to the clearing that he mentioned. You weren’t going to admit to him that your feet were beginning to hurt as you hiked. You hadn’t been on a hike since the previous autumn, so you were not used to walking these distances again. 

Your mood and attitude changed instantly when Chris stepped out the way for you to see the view in the clearing of the valley and lake. 

“Woah…” You mumble under your breath as you follow your husband to on of the benches to take a break from walking. As you sit down slowly, Dodger comes and lays in front of you both, Chris pouring one water bottle into a collapsable dog bowl for Dodger to drink from before passing you another full bottle of water to quench your thirst from the hike you just made it through. “Thank you…” You say to him as your eyes soften as you look at him. He was always so prepared and thoughtful. 

Chris flashes your favourite smile of his before he sits down next to you on the bench, taking the weight of his feet as well for a well deserved break before you make your way back to the car to head home for the afternoon. 

You smile at him lovingly before taking a long slip of water, slowly placing the lid back on the bottle and watching Dodger for a moment. Your perfect family. 

You feel Chris’ arm rest on the bench behind you, like it always does when you sit next to each other. A knowing smile creeping onto your face before you sneak a glance at him. He looked so relaxed and content with himself and his life in that moment that you were proud of him. It was the perfect life for you both away from the cameras and the fans. 

You stop watching him before it becomes a little awkward, even if Chris didn’t try to make it awkward. You move your gaze away from your husband and back to the view that he clearly wanted you to see, as why would he bring you out here. 

The sun reflected off the blue still water of the lake at the bottom of the valley and was surrounded by elegant, trees that stood undisturbed by humans, and probably have done for the last couple of hundred years. It was gorgeous. How did you not know that this place was only an hour from your home? 

“Oh wow…” You say which makes Chris turn his head to you gently, a tender look on his face as he watches you realise how beautiful nature was out here. “It’s beautiful…” You say and smiles to yourself, the whining about how long the walk was long gone as you admire the view. 

Chris grins to himself and nods “Yeah…” He says, but he is not looking at the view. He is looking at his beautiful wife that he has loved for the last 7 years of his life. “You are…” He whispers under his breath so only you would be able to hear him. 

Your cheeks flush a light red when you hear his words. He was talking about you, not the natural beauty of the view in front of you. You slowly look from the view to your husband and smiles slowly. “Smooth Christopher…” You say before leaning in for a gentle, loving kiss. 

Chris eagerly reciprocates the kiss gently, holding you a little closer to him. Not too close that you would overheat in the warm spring air though, pulling away slowly to nudge his nose against yours lovingly. You can’t help but let a giggle escape from your mouth as he does, a grin gracing his lips as he loves when you giggle. It was one of his favourite noises you make, the other was the ones you make when you are under him when you are in bed together. 

“What can I say, my gorgeous wife…my smooth talking was one of the reasons you married me right?” He jokes and strokes your hair from your face as he watches you, his wedding band cool on your skin as you lean into his touch. You could never get enough of this man. 

“Oh, of course…” You joke back before grinning at him, leaning in to peck his lips again. A chuckle rumbles in his chest as he hears the joking tone of your voice. 

“God, I do love you more than anything…” He whispers before you lean your head on his shoulder to watch the view for a few more minutes before you head back to the car with Dodger. 

Now this was the life you had always dreamt about, and you were able to live it to the fullest with the love of your life. 

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[freakrenaissance]

Oh, my. I think trucker Andy might be my favorite 😏 i love these meanies!!!

nobody asked but I’m having trucker!Andy thoughts. (18+ content, manipulation, dumbification, and a controlling, toxic man ahead)

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trucker!Andy who’s toxic but doesn’t know it or believe it. trucker!Andy who wants to take a smart, pretty girl and turn her into a brainless little bimbo, make her a dumb little bunny who thinks of little else besides bouncing on his cock. he just wants to take care of someone, to take a self-sufficient, independent girl and make her completely dependent on him. 

it’s not like trucker!Andy is as bad as those filthy truckers he calls friends. he’s nothing like that asshole Ari Levinson, who treats women like dirt and gets off on hurting them. trucker!Andy is nothing like that sleazy misogynist Lee Bodecker, who wants to make a girl his barefoot and pregnant housewife, even if he has to force her. and trucker!Andy is certainly nothing like that desperate dog Jake Jensen, who sticks his dick in anything and tells himself he’s in love to make himself feel better.

no, trucker!Andy believes himself to be a good man, a nice guy, even.

so when trucker!Andy sees you—the smart, pretty girl of his dreams—in the coffee shop in his hometown, he won’t feel any hesitation or remorse in doing what he has to do to make you his. 

he’ll eavesdrop on your conversation about Russian novelists with the barista, then take your coffee from the pickup counter as an “accident” so you have to talk to him about Dostoevsky and Nabokov. trucker!Andy will turn on the charm, complimenting you on being so well-read, making you feel special as the handsome man edges closer and closer into your personal space. 

it’s one of the most scintillating conversations you’ve ever had with a stranger, and you’re surprised to find out he’s a trucker. you would’ve guessed he was a professor or something else in academia—he’s wearing a nice button up and slacks, definitely not anything you’d expect a trucker to wear. you castigate yourself for your inner biases and prejudices.

trucker!Andy can tell you’re feeling guilty about judging him and he presses his advantage, talking you into giving him your number. you feel bad enough to ignore your reservations about the almost too-interested way the trucker stares at you and you give him your number. he’s gone more than not, anyway, what harm could it do? 

trucker!Andy who texts you constantly, and you don’t mind because he asks you interesting questions and keeps the conversation going without getting weird or hitting on you. he’s respectful and nice, and you enjoy talking to him. 

trucker!Andy who lulls you into a sense of complacency, making you think he’d never do anything impolite. so when he sends you a picture of his dick entirely unprompted, you actually think it’s an honest mistake—and he seems to prove your assumption true when he apologizes profusely for sending you something so vulgar. he insists he’s not that kind of man.

but…trucker!Andy has to ask, since you’ve seen it anyway, what do you think? from a purely aesthetic viewpoint, of course.

something flutters in your chest at how much he seems to want your opinion, and that feeling settles into a warm heat in your core. at first, you tease trucker!Andy about the composition of the photo—he could do with some better lighting to highlight the veins running up his stiff length. girls love veins after all. but eventually, you tell him your honest opinion, that he has a very nice cock. 

trucker!Andy smirks smugly to himself as he texts you, “so you wouldn’t turn me down?” 

the warmth in your lower belly heats and sinks lower, until you can feel your pulse thrumming between your thighs. you type and delete your response a few times, unsure how serious you want to be with this trucker who is somewhere on the road, so very far away from you. finally, you settle on: “definitely not ;)” 

trucker!Andy’s reply is fast. “I like it when you use emojis,” he tells you, “And when you don’t bother with proper grammar or capitalization—it makes me feel like you trust me, like our conversations are more intimate.”

you like the way his words make you feel, like you’re someone he can trust enough to tell you what he likes. you feel special enough that you want to keep doing exactly what trucker!Andy says he likes, so you turn off the feature on your phone that automatically capitalizes your words. you start using more and more emojis, sometimes using more emojis than words.

you don’t notice or care that trucker!Andy never stops using formal capitalization and grammar, nor that he never uses emojis. 

once you start voluntarily doing what trucker!Andy tells you he likes, he knows he has you. but still, he’s careful about taking your relationship to the next level. he starts telling you that he misses you and he wants to see you when he’s back in town. you’re desperate for his approval, so you suggest meeting up when he’s home. 

trucker!Andy takes you out for dinner, and he acts like such a gentleman, opening the door for you, pulling out your chair, his hand firm on your lower back as he walks you to the uber that’ll take you back to his place. he’s so sweet and nice that you don’t notice the way he’s talking down to you.

“Can’t decide what to eat, sweetie? That’s alright, you just let me order for us—I know what’s good here.”

“Profligate? I don’t think you’re using that word right, sweetie.” 

“Oh sweetie, you’re too worried about work. I don’t like seeing you so stressed, why don’t you shut off your brain and focus on me?”

when trucker!Andy gets you back to his house, he kisses you softly, gently guiding you through his home to his bedroom. he’s sweet the whole time, cooing at how pretty you are, complimenting the dress you wore as he peels it off you. it feels like he’s worshipping you and you give in to the ecstasy he offers, your mind going light and fluffy as you’re filled with more pleasure than you’ve ever felt before.

trucker!Andy who rumbles praises in your ear the entire time he's sliding his bare cock into your unprotected pussy. you're so far gone in the pleasure of his beard rasping over your skin and his soft words that you don’t even think to ask him to put a condom on. trucker!Andy who uses the sweetest voice as he tells you he’s gonna fuck you dumb with his fat cock. after all, a pretty girl’s head should be empty, and her cunt should be full of cock and come.

trucker!Andy who coos about how pretty you look with your tongue out, so why don’t you stick out your tongue further, sweetie? that’s it, stick your tongue out for daddy—and cross your eyes. yeah, just like that. you look so dumb making that face, and it makes you feel good to be dumb, doesn’t it, bunny? good girl, good bunny. no thoughts in that pretty little head of yours, just do what daddy says and daddy’ll make you feel so good, bunny.

you have the biggest and best orgasm of your life on trucker!Andy’s cock, the pleasure so devastating it feels like it rewrites something in your mind. after that first time, you can’t get enough of your trucker. you want his cock inside you all the time, giving you pleasure and making you feel dumb. because he’s such a nice guy, trucker!Andy indulges you, helping you shut off your brain while he fucks you and makes you scream in pleasure.

when trucker!Andy leaves on his next long haul, you find yourself feeling hollow inside, like your life is missing something. you try to throw yourself into work and socializing with friends, but it’s not as satisfying as texting with trucker!Andy, though your conversations are more about sex and what he’ll do to you when he returns than the intellectual debates you used to have. 

it’s trucker!Andy’s idea for you to edge for him while he’s gone, to bring yourself right to the brink of release but not allow yourself to go over. you enjoy it so much, you start edging all the time, your hand between your thighs, fucking yourself with your fingers. it feels so good, how dumb you feel when you’re edging, so you keep doing it, shoving a pillow between your legs to hump against even in your sleep. 

by the time trucker!Andy gets back home, you’re so focused on pleasure and pleasing him that you’re in danger of losing your job. he helps you write your resignation letter, telling you that you don’t need to work, he’ll take care of you. he moves you into his house, where he keeps you dumb and edged 24/7, using your desperation against you to be his perfect, eager little fuck bunny.

you’re so far gone, you can’t even remember the smart girl you used to be. trucker!Andy is your entire world, and all you want is to please him. you want him to make you come and then to fill you up with his come. you don’t even notice that your vocabulary has diminished and trucker!Andy has become even more controlling.

“Ostensibly? That’s too big a word for you, bunny. Why don’t you stick your tongue out, sweetie, let daddy fuck you dumb like you like.”

“Pretty girls like you don’t need a brain, sweetie, you have daddy to make all your decisions for you. You just have to lay there and let me drain my balls in your cunt. I decide what’s best for my dumb little bunny.”

“You’re happy with daddy, aren’t you, sweetie? So dumb and happy, just a simple little bunny made for bouncing on daddy’s cock and so happy to do so.”

it wouldn’t matter if you did notice the toxic way trucker!Andy treated you, though, it’s too late anyway. you love him. you know you do. at least, you know trucker!Andy tells you that you love him and you trust him to make all your decisions for you.

so you love trucker!Andy. of course you do. he said so.

anyway. what do y'all think of trucker!Andy? 😈

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[krirebr]

Hello, my dear Kris! So after reading the newest fic from the Trapped AU… I just can’t stop thinking about those two. And you know me… I’m all about making my heart hurt with a little angst…

Can we get a snippet or drabble or your thoughts on an angsty moment -and Andy’s surprisingly soft reaction- that takes reader by surprise by the end of it…

Maybe she’s not feeling well and missing all the comforts of her old life- the things she would do when not feeling well prior to this life with Andy

Or maybe, after accidentally seeing a calendar while cleaning in Andy’s office, reader realized a special day has passed or is approaching.

Or maybe she feels a twinge of jealousy when she sees another beautiful women flirting with Andy and she’s so thrown- never once thinking she could ever feel that way with about him

Any little bit of angst where Andy uncharacteristically (at least for now) comforts her in the softest way possible- and maybe this is her kryptonite (and maybe it even turns her on a little) Would Andy use this new knowledge to his advantage? Of course he would 😈

I just want him to be soft and not so terrifying 🥺😭🫠

My heart is so torn 😭🫠

I love them and even him- you evil mastermind!

(Kris 👆while writing this lovely verse)

(Also- I LOVE trash pandas, so I hope you are not offended that I depicted you as one in your evil genius mode 😅)

Carly! I love this prompt! I had to think really hard about the inciting incident, but once I thought of it, I knew exactly what to do. This Andy can absolutely get soft. That's part of what he wants in his perfect life! It'll just always be on his terms. 😈

And no offense at all at the trash panda! That's exactly what I look like when coming up with ideas for this verse. 😏

Pairing: Andy Barber x f!reader - from Trapped AU

Warnings: Just general kidnapping/basement wife/toxic relationship warnings that come with this AU. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

It started with a mug.

Andy presented it to you about a week after you moved upstairs. It was your favorite color (your real actual favorite, not something he’d decided you liked) and had a pretty vine pattern etched into it. It was your mug. You drank your tea out of it every day. And you tried to tell yourself that it was bad because everything that came from him was bad. But it was yours. No one else drank out of it. Only you. It felt like the only thing in the world that you actually owned. 

And so, as you looked at the shattered pieces on the floor, as you told yourself that this was fine, that it was just another thing in this house full of things, all you felt was immense, gut-wrenching loss. You sank down next to the pile of shards on the ground. Maybe you could piece it back together, or, or– You didn’t know what to do. And you knew you were being ridiculous but you started crying. Sobbing. You’d already lost so much. And now the last thing on earth that belonged to you was gone too, and you were the one who destroyed it.

You heard Andy’s footsteps come into the kitchen, but you couldn’t see him from where you were crouched behind the island. “What was that crash?” he asked, harshly. The sob you let out brought him around to where you were. He looked down at you, his hands on his hips. “What happened here?”

You looked up at him through your teary eyes. He was going to be so upset with you. “I’m sorry,” you gasped. “I’m so sorry! I don’t know what happened. It fell, and, and– it’s gone now.” You tried to wipe your face clean, but you couldn’t stem the stream of tears.

“You didn’t throw it?” Andy asked.

“No! No, I would never!” You hoped he could see how sincere you were. 

He sighed and crouched down in front of you. “Explain to me why you’re so upset.”

You struggled for a moment, no idea how to put everything you were feeling into words. And you were so scared of saying the wrong thing. Finally, all you could come up with was, “You gave it to me.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he cooed as his face completely softened, no hint of anger or a coming reprimand remaining on it. He gently grasped your elbows, “Here, let’s get you up. I don’t want you to hurt yourself on any of the shards.” 

He raised you up slowly, then guided you into one of the stools at the counter. Then he went to the little kitchen closet and grabbed the broom and dustpan. As he started to clean up, you rushed to stand. Andy hardly ever cleaned anything. That was your job. “Oh no,” you tried to stop him. “That’s ok, I can do it!”

He just hushed you, as he quickly made a pile of the shards and scooped them into the pan, and then into the trash. “See?” he said, “all done. It’s fine.” He ushered you into the living room and pulled you down into his lap on the couch, wrapping you tight in his arms. “I’ll get you a new one,” he said softly. “Even prettier than the last one.”

Without even thinking about it, you laid your head on his shoulder, as he ran his hand up and down your back. “You’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “I’m so glad you’re here. You make me so happy.” You knew you should hate that. You knew that it should make you angry. But you were just so relieved that he wasn’t upset with you, you couldn’t help but sink into him. 

After a few moments of just cuddling, he spoke again, his low voice right next to your ear. “I think you need a break, huh? How about we just spend the day together? Your chores can wait til tomorrow. We’ll even order dinner in tonight. How’s that sound?”

You were so worn out, from your sobbing, yes, but also, from everything, so all you could do was nod into his shoulder.

“Ok, then that’s what we’ll do. Just me and my good girl,” he said, his voice maybe the gentlest you’d ever heard.

“Thank you, Andy,” you sighed.

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[queenofvelaris]

Fawn

Pairing: soft!dark Andy Barber x fem!reader

Word count: 598

Warnings: dark, freeze/fawn response to trauma, kidnapping, kooky Andy Barber (he’s a warning in and of itself), not proof-read

Author’s Note: K so this was inspired by a convo between me and @stargazingfangirl18 I hope you all enjoy this lil drabble 😜

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The cold seeped through her bones, goosebumps erupting on her flesh and making her skin taut. A puddle of icy water lay nearby. Would she be forced to drink from it to prevent dehydration? How long would they be in here?

The steady drip of water from the roof of the warehouse was washed out by the whimpering and sobbing of the others. A dozen girls plucked from their lives and forced into this warehouse to await their fate… whatever it was.

She wrapped her arms around herself. Tears stained her cheeks, but she was quiet. Calm. The others, not so much. She could vaguely make out huddled up shapes of girls not much older or younger than she, weeping and sobbing with hysteria. She flinched at the occasional wail and held herself tighter.

Metal groaned and creaked as the large door slid open, the hinges screaming with exertion. Light spilled into the room, and she shrank further against the concrete wall. Maybe if she stayed quiet, it would absorb her and make her invisible.

Heavy footsteps. Men. Lots of men. Some of the girls cried out in terror. The men slunk into the room, cold and imposing. Monsters, perhaps, that moved with grace. And yet, as they murmured to one another and inspected their prey, it became clear they were human.

A stern super-soldier. A wealthy man with a sneer and a scarf. A gun for hire with a mustache and smirk. A handsome lawyer. There were others, too. All contemplative, all eager to select a companion.

That’s what this was— a selection.

She held her breath and watched, trying to regulate her breathing. She was so caught up in watching that she didn’t register one of them approaching her and crouching in front of her.

An expensive, thick wool coat. A face lined with a soft-looking brown beard. Blue, piercing eyes. Dark eyes that held secrets.

“This one’s quiet,” he mused. His voice was gentle, deceptively kind. It would’ve been better if he’d shouted.

She didn’t shy away as he reached out a strong hand and stroked her hair, running his fingers along her tear-stained cheek. “And sweet, too,” he hummed.

Her heart was a boom of thunder in her ears. The man— the lawyer— cocked his head. “You look so serious,” he murmured. “Why don’t you give me a smile?”

Her breath caught in her throat. To her best ability, she managed a smile, weak and timid as it might be.

The man smiled back, delight evident on his features. “Good girl. Sweet girl.” He cooed at her as he stroked her hair. “I like sweet girls.”

She swallowed. The icy puddle had reached her shorts, and she shivered. He noticed.

Shedding his coat, he placed it on her shoulders. Before she could part her lips to protest, he pulled her into his embrace and scooped her up, carrying her like a cherished bride.

“Let’s get out of here, hmm? Get you warm.” He stepped carelessly past the other girls, some of whom were crying loudly as they were inspected.

“Just stay my good, quiet girl, and we’ll get along just fine,” he murmured in her ear. “You can do that for me, yeah?”

She was a helpless doe, caught in the hunter’s snare. All she could do was nod. His embrace was warm, as was his coat. As they approached a black SUV, she swallowed. She could do it. She could be good.

Until being good didn’t serve her anymore. She would make it out alive, even if it meant tearing her body out of the snare. She shivered again.

[bigtreefest]

Oh, how sweet of Andy. I definitely could’ve used this during this past week, and probably all the time because I have a tendency to get like this. Every little thing sends me over the edge, and sometimes I just want someone to be understanding and comfort me through it. Wouldn’t hurt if they came in the package of soft lawyer daddy🥺

Easy On Me

Andy x Reader

WC - 896

Warnings - heart wrenching fluff? This is so fluffy I gave myself a fucking tooth ache so get ready.

Prompt - “Great. Really great, this is just perfect.” from this prompt list by @creativepromptsforwriting

A/N - lawyer daddy just makes me fucking soft ok? Not beta'ed

“Great. Really this is just great” You mutter to yourself as you look at the mess all over the floor. In your attempt to rush and clean up dinner you’d dropped the serving dish and spilt food everywhere. This night was turning into an absolute disaster. You look at the elaborately set table with the candles burning and the mess in front of you on the floor and instantly start to cry. Plopping yourself down you are unable to hold back your sobs as you mourn the loss of what was supposed to be a romantic night.

Andy pulls up, excited to finally be home. It had been such a long day and he couldn’t wait to snuggle on the couch with you. That’s all he needed was you in his arms. Walking in the side door he takes one look at you and rushes to your side.

“Honey, what happened, are you alright?” Andy treads carefully realizing there are shards amongst the food all over the floor. He reaches for you but you shove his hand away. You’re upset and embarrassed getting caught crying on the floor like this. You can’t stand the idea of him comforting you right now. You wish he wasn’t even here to see you like this.

“Ok ok, are you hurt” Andy knows sometimes when you get really upset like this you don’t want to be touched but he needs to make sure you're ok. He tries looking you over and he can’t see any visible wounds.

“Sweetheart I know you're upset but I need you to tell me if you're hurt.”

You shake your head no, unable to form words through your crying.

“Ok do you want to tell me what happened…?

You hiccup a couple times before you begin to answer him “I was making dinner and then it slipped and fell on the floor and spilt EVERYWHERE and now everything is ruined!!!” You start to sob harder now reliving the events all over again.

“ohh sweetheart…" Andy sighed. "it's alright. We can just order out if…"

"But I was trying to surprise you" you cried "you've been working so hard and I wanted to do something special for you."

"Well I appreciate the effort, I really do, but I don't need anything special, I just need you.” he insists, holding out his hand. You sniffle, wiping at your eyes as your tears begin to slow down. You finally place your hand in his, allowing him to help you to your feet and over to a clean spot in the kitchen.

You immediately burrow your face into his chest seeking comfort in his warm embrace. He gently rubs your back and places a tender kiss on your forehead before holding you at arm's length.

“Now why don’t you change into some comfy sweats and get yourself settled on the couch while I clean this up?”

“What no this is my mess I can” He immediately cuts you off.

“No arguing, sweetheart I’ll take of it don’t worry.”

“But!” He shakes his head, turning you around and sending you off.

It’s a little while later, your settled on the couch wearing one of Andy's shirts and snuggled under your favorite blanket. Andy walks over with your pint of ice cream. You thank him, sitting up so you can share.

“Feeling better sweetheart?” He asks sticking his spoon in the frozen treat.

“Mhhmm, starting to.” Looking down you once again feel embarrassed at your meltdown “I’m sorry I don’t even know why I got upset before I just…” You trail off covering your face with your hand.

“Hey, hey” Andy gently takes the ice cream from you, putting it down he takes your hands in his. “How many times do I have to tell you, you have nothing to apologize for alright?” His firm voice leaves no room for arguing, and his firm grasp on your hands compels you to meet his eye.

“Feelings are feelings and mine are valid” You repeat your mantra to him.

“That’s right and you, mean everything to me, which means your feelings are important to me too alright? You never need to apologize for how you're feeling, not with me, not with anybody.” He reminds you.

He always reminds you. It’s something you’ve been working on and Andy being the absolute amazing man he is has been nothing but supportive in your growth and attempt to break old patterns. You spent your whole life being quieted. Told you were too emotional, that you cry too much, that you overreact. Andy was the first person you ever met who never made you feel small. He knew you had big feelings and he loved you for it. He never shamed you or silenced you. He supported you always. And his love inspired you to take charge and have confidence in the big heart you’ve always had but often tried to hide.

“I love you so much” You say, pressing your forehead to his.

“I love you even more sweetheart” he says before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. Separating from you he grabs the ice cream handing it back to you.

“Let’s finish off this pint yeah?”

Grabbing your spoon from him you give him one last peck before settling back in on the couch with your favorite person in the whole world.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Summer Breeze 1

Was gonna be a drabble roulette. Fuck me, I can't do this right, can I?

Warnings: age gap (reader is 22, Andrew is mid 40s), dad's friend, Andy being Andrew, other dark elements. As usual, be mindful of your content consumption.

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You push yourself up from the air mattress, feeling the floor through the deflating cushion. You grumble and yawn as you rub your eyes. You stand up, the loose tank clinging to your stomach as you tug the hem of your shorts from the crease of your thigh. 

You don’t lament your accommodation. You know you’re a last-minute addition to the trip. The place is a bit crowded and you’re just happy to not be laid out in the dirt. Still a free vacation is a free vacation. You won’t complain for it. 

You stretch and pad to the door, careful not to disturb the bodies sleeping in the dual bunk beds. You’ve never been to a cottage before. This place is nicer than your house. Even if it’s a bit cramped. 

Your dad always complained about the mortgage and now you know why. He’s struggling to make his monthly payments and keep you in school, meanwhile the neighbour has a whole second house by a lake. You feel worse for your meagre contributions. Your part-time job won’t get your dad his own beach house. 

As you get to the door, you jump at the loud snort the cuts the air. Jacob rolls over and throws his arm over his face. He’s been at it all night. Him and his friends who crowd onto the single mattresses.

You get along but you’re not exactly a part of his usual gang. It was your dad’s idea to come up. You know he forgot it was his turn to have you for the summer. The awkward getaway is better than dealing with another of your mother’s boyfriends. 

Your weight creaks in the floor as you come down the hall and you stop short at the unexpected figure stood before the open windows. You hug yourself as wind blows in from over the water. You stare at Mr. Barber’s broad shoulders as he stands shirtless as he stares out at the morning landscape. 

You should go back. You’re always the first one awake at the sleepover. You lean back on your heel and the floor whines loud enough to give you away. You cringe. 

“Burton--” Mr. Barber grits as he glances over his shoulder, cutting himself short as he sees you. He turns to face you completely and coughs, “sorry, I thought you were your father.” 

“Um, no, sorry Mr. Barber, I was just... awake,” you utter dumbly. 

“Andy,” he corrects you. 

“Right, Andy,” you echo nervously, “I’ll just--” you point with your thumb over your shoulder. 

“It’s fine, I... I--” he stops and looks down at himself. He wears only a pair of shorts, “shoot, I--” he clears his throat and searches around, pulling on the button up hung over one of the dining chairs, “got a bit hot.” 

You notice the couch is all made up; crumpled blankets and a wrinkled pillow.  

“Your dad’s in my room. He had a bit too much fun with the beer,” he sniffs.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” you rub your neck. That’s not unusual. 

“You drink coffee?” He asks as he comes forward, “you college girls still have caffeine without all that whip and syrup?” 

You frown at the insinuation. He’s one of those; ‘in my day’, though you sense a flavour of misogyny too. You shrug. 

“I don’t drink coffee,” you answer as he nears, “I’ll have some water and lemon, if you have it.” 

“Lemon water,” he grumbles as he brushes closely, “you on a diet?” 

You squint and let out a scoff, “no.” 

He’s quiet as he looks in the fridge and takes out a large pitcher. His cheek ticks as he thinks, “not that you need to be on one... sorry.” He pours you a glass and slides it to the end of the counter, “no lemons.” 

“That’s fine,” you accept the glass. 

“Well, I was gonna say,” he scratches his beard as he backs up, his shirt still open, revealing his furry chest, “coffee always tastes better out on the dock but... you don’t drink coffee.” 

“Mm,” you hum, “well, thanks for the water. If you don’t mind, I might go out anyway.” 

He nods as he turns, popping open a cupboard to search out the canister of coffee. You linger, waiting for any response. He peels the lid off the container and glances over. His blue eyes makes you shiver. You don't know him very well, he only just moved in your first year of college. Your dad likes him but your his friends never want much to do with you. 

“I’m sorry if I’m bothering--” you begin. 

“Don’t mind,” he answers, “the company, that is.” He turns back to fill the machine and lets out a sigh, “not used to a full house anymore and I don’t think your dad will be up soon enough to share the pot.” He loads the filter and closes the lid on the percolator, “or the others...” 

“Probably not,” you agree. 

He peeks over again as he fills the carafe. You’re suddenly very aware of your own attire, or lack thereof. The loose tank, the floral shorts with the untied drawstring. You sip from the glass and give a sheepish smile. 

“Anyway, I need some fresh air,” you inch away as tap your fingertips on the side of the glass, “maybe I’ll see a few loons before they fly off.” 

His brows rise and fall and he turns his focus back to the sink. He shuts off the water and turns to the machine. You leave him, eager to be away from the tension of your unexpected encounter. On second hand, this is just as awkward as dealing with one of your mother’s random hookups.