#andy barber oneshot

[sweetlilbambi-old]

there’s a new lawyer next door, and you managed to catch his eye. ♡

note: my moodboard! but pics are from pinterest! reblogs and likes are appreciated <3

[nameless-ken]

“ just because i happen to hate everyone else, doesn’t mean i don’t want to spend every second of my day with you. “  for andy barber please <3

Thanks for the request! My first Andy writing, hope you like it <3

Warnings: illusion to smut, swearing

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You just got home from a long day at work. Your boss has been super intense lately about a new client. You felt your stress levels at an all time high and Andy hasn’t been much different. 

Your home has become the only place where you two have found some sort of peace and comfort. Especially with each other. 

You walk through the front door, carrying a few bags from your stop at the grocery store. You decided to cook Andy’s favorite dinner since he’s been working so hard. As you close the door behind you, a loud voice booms throughout the house. 

“I told you to fucking handle it. Why is it so hard for you to do you fucking job. Why are you still here?” 

This is the first time in a while that Andy has dealt with work at home. We’ve both tried keeping it a pact to keep all work out of our home so it stays a stress-free environment. 

You wouldn’t want to be the person on the other end of that conversation. Andy can be quite scary when he’s angry. Not that he’s ever been personally angry towards you but you’ve seen it with other people. 

You take your groceries to the kitchen, pulling out all the ingredients for dinner. 

“WHY DO I HAVE TO KEEP REPEATING MYSELF?! GET HIM ON THE PHONE AND SORT THIS OUT!” 

You sigh, knowing it’s going to take quite a bit to calm him down after he’s finished. But you also think of the many times like this where you guys had the best sex of your lives. You smirk remembering those moments. Maybe you should thank whoever is on the phone call?

“I”M DONE. DO YOUR FUCKING JOB OR YOUR FIRED!” Andy screams from his home office before you hear the door open and slam behind him. Loud footsteps come down the hallway and stop at the opening of the kitchen. 

“Rough day?” You ask, looking up at him while you mix together a salad. 

“Mhmm.” He groans, walking over to the bar and pouring himself a glass of whiskey. 

“I think there’s a game on if you want to sit and relax for a bit while I cook dinner.” You suggest, knowing how his mood is after a tough work call like that. 

“And leave you to handle everything?” You feel him walk closer to you, setting his glass on the counter. 

“I thought you’d like to kick back your feet and enjoy something that brings you peace.” You grab a tomato, starting to cut it. 

“Honey, just because I happen to hate everyone else, doesn’t mean I don't want to spend every second of my day with you.” Andy wraps his arms around your waist, laying his hand over yours to stop your movements. You drop the knife, relaxing against his chest. 

“Forget about my day. How was yours?” He leans down, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck. 

“I thought we said to keep work out of the home?” You retort, turning around in his arms. 

“Yeah, you’re right.” He sighs with a small smile creeping onto his face. 

“I’m what?” You smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Say it again.” 

“Oh, don’t let that go to your head now, honey. You know I’m always right.” Andy leans down brushing his lips against yours. 

“Fine.” You roll your eyes playfully. 

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” Andy grips your hips tightly, stern look on his face. You always forget that rule. 

“Upstairs. Now.” Andy instructs and you don’t even try to argue him on this one. 

You slip out of his arms, making your way out of the kitchen, leaving behind your dinner plans. 

“Clothes off, honey. Don’t make me ask twice.” Andy speaks from the kitchen as you climb the stairs. 

“Yes sir.” You smile to yourself, knowing this was coming after his call today. You slip your clothes off as you walk up the stairs, letting them leave a trail to the bedroom. You climb on the bed, resting near the end just as Andy likes you. 

He appears in the doorway, holding your panties on one finger. 

“How should I punish you honey?” He steps slowly into the bedroom. 

“However you like, sir.” You try so hard to hold in your excitement. 

“I like the sound of that. Maybe I’ll even reward you for being such a sweetheart today.” He stops in front of you, caressing your face. “But right now, you’re going to let me take out my frustrations on you. How does that sound, honey?” He slips his thumb over your mouth. 

“Good, sir.” You open your mouth, sucking his thumb in. 

“Good indeed. Hope you’re ready because I’m not stopping no matter how much you scream.”

[sidechrevans]

innocent!reader x andy barber | Inspiration

[bemysugarbean]

Anyone remember that Andy barber x reader one shot where reader and Andy (obvs) are both lawyers and they’re hashing it out in a meeting/court room and then they end up having ✨ spicy times ✨ in the bathroom and then Andy is like you go home and have a bath or something/mention of their kids and you’re like OMG NO WONDER THE CHEMISTRY, THEY’RE MARRIED 💒

[willowsages-blog]

Stress reliever: Andy barber x female reader

warning: 18+, oral (m receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, language

You dropped your head to the counter with a defeated sigh. For hours you'd felt like you'd been staring at your computer screen trying to go through your finals paper.

It was long and tiring with all the work put into it.

It was your final year and you'd never been more stressed out than you have these last few months.

From across the room in the kitchen, Andy turned from the sink towards you, the sound of your head lightly hitting the table catching his attention.

A deep frown came to his face before he was walking towards you.

Andy moved onto the bench beside you, drawing your attention towards him. He could see how tired you were all over your face.

"Why don't we take some time away from this?" Andy spoke, already pulling you out of the bench and away from your work.

"No, babe, I still have so much to do still." You pouted, looking up towards him, but didn't give up a fight as he pulled you away.

Andy's arm was around your waist as he led you back into the room,

closing the door behind you both, before pulling you into the bed.

Your body relaxed into his as the two of you laid there, your leg hitched up at his waist so his body was pressed tightly against yours.

"Been working so hard, you need to give yourself breaks sometimes," Andy spoke, his voice deep and calming.

"Can see how badly you're stressed out.”

"I'm just so close...wanna make sure it's perfect."

You closed your eyes as you felt his soothing touch along your back. His big warm hand beneath the shirt you were wearing touching your skin.

"I'm sure it's perfect." Andy kissed your forehead. "Just think you need to destress a little sometimes,”

As Andy spoke his hand moved down your body slowly, caressing your skin, before soon his hand was on your ass.

A small moan left you as you felt him press you tighter against him,

feeling his hard length. Instinctually your hips moved to press down against him drawing out a soft and breathy moan from Andy.

"Let daddy take care of you baby," He moaned softly against your lips before kissing you. As his lips moved against yours in a slow but deep kiss,

his hands moved between you both. Andy's fingers moved your panties to the side before they were rubbing against your clit. Your hips moved towards his hand as he teased you, your moan muffled between both your lips.

Andy moved you onto your back and grabbed your panties before tossing them to the floor. The two of you stripped out of your clothes so the two of you were bare.

The moment he kicked his boxers off you couldn't help yourself, wrapping your hand around him, stroking his cock.

"Eager baby?" Andy smirked as he looked down and watched you.

You looked up towards him before taking him into your mouth,

your lips wrapping around him, and taking him down your throat. You moaned around his cock as you tasted him.

Loving the taste of Andy against your tongue that only made you want more. His hand reached down and grabbed the back of your head as you bobbed up and down his cock. You made sure to keep your eyes on him, watching as his face twisted in pleasure. The deep and breathy moans he was making only turned you on more.

"Oh, such a good girl...god damn, I love how you suck my cock." Andy growled as you took him deeper, gagging slightly and your eyes watering.

Andy moaned louder and let his head fall back as he felt your throat tighten around the head of his cock. He gripped your hair tightly to hold you there for a few seconds before releasing you.

"I fucking need that pussy." Andy growled, pulling you from his cock and moving you onto your hands and knees.

Your chest was pressed down into the bed with your hips pulled up towards him. A wanton moan came from you as his fingers teased your slit,

Andy cursed when he felt how wet you were for him. Your pussy glistens with your juices. You looked back over your shoulder towards him as you felt two of his fingers enter you. It felt good, but god you wanted more.

Andy slowly pulled his fingers out before bringing them to his lips, sucking your juices from him. You felt the ache between your legs grow as you watched him, pressing your hips back towards him more needing to feel him again.

Your hands fisted the sheets tightly as you felt him slowly stretch you out. Andy's hand moved down along your spine as his hips were pressed tightly against yours. He stayed still as he tried to calm himself, just the feeling of you wet and pulsing around his cock nearly making him cum.

"You want it?" Andy pulled his hips back before snapping them forward again, hitting deep inside of you. Your breath hitched when he did it again, and again.

Your moans grew louder with every deep thrust of his cock. You tried to bury your face into the sheets to muffle yourself. But Andy would pull your head back.

"I wanna hear every moan coming out of that filthy fucking mouth," He'd growl in your ear.

"Fucking take this cock," Andy grabbed your waist

"Oh, fuck...don't stop...don't stop." Your eyes rolled into the back of your head slightly, your moans becoming more known.

"Mmm, yes...fuck, that my girl...know you wanna cum for me,"

You lost it soon after his fingers teased against your clit. Your body shook against his as it hit you hard, washing over your body in intense waves before you sagged against him.

"Andy," You whimpered when you felt him twitch inside of you.

One, two, three thrusts later and he was filling you. Andy pressed his hips tightly against you like he was making sure every drop was deep inside of you. He moved down to lay against you more slowly grinding into you as he came down.

"Oh my fucking god," Andy cursed as he kissed along your neck, making his way up to your lips.

"Mmm, that was exactly what I needed." You spoke with a lazy smile on your lips.

[eloquentreverie]

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐂𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐈𝐧

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: husband ! andy barber x wife! female reader

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: When your mother dies after suffering from Alzheimer's disease, you struggle to cope with the pain.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: 18+ content. grief, angst, depression, loss of a loved one, andy being a perfect husband ( yes, that's a warning), once again. smut, p in v sex, vaginal fingering, angst with a happy ending, sad/grief sex, mentions of Alzheimer's disease, angst but fluff at the end. Mentions of God, fucking in a church. (oops.), mentions of alcohol.

𝐚/𝐧: This poor man! I always get hella muse for angst fics when it comes to him. One day I'm gonna write the fluffiest romantic fic with him but, today is not that day. lol. This fic is very self-indulgent and the inspo is from personal aspects of my life so I'm excited to share it with you guys.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 6.1k +

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 | 𝐈𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐱 | 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐀𝐎𝟑

When the storms of life batter me, be the hand that I hold. When I have nothing else left.

She knew this moment was inevitable. From the very beginning, she had seen the signs, and over time, they had only grown more pronounced. Y/N could still hear the echoes of Andy's voice in her mind, offering comforting words. "You did everything you could, babe." But those words couldn't alleviate the ache in her heart or the invisible weight that seemed to press down on her ribcage, slowly suffocating her.

Tears streamed down her face, starting from the inner corners of her eyes and burning as they made their way down her cheeks. She sought solace in the sanctuary of her bed, hiding beneath the plush covers made of Egyptian cotton. Sleep became her refuge, a temporary escape from the harsh reality she was facing. She desperately wanted to believe that this wasn't real, that it wasn't happening. Just when she thought she could catch her breath, the respite was shattered by the memory of the phone call from the care center.

"Andy, stop!" Y/N giggled as he playfully showered her face with kisses, their bodies cozily intertwined on the couch. "Mmm. Only if you give me one more kiss," he teased, a mischievous smirk adorning his face. Their lips were about to meet when her phone rudely interrupted the moment. Glancing at the caller ID, she sighed, recognizing the number from the care center where her mother was currently residing.

In an instant, her demeanor changed. Her shoulders slumped, and the once radiant smile faded away. Taking a deep breath, she felt the soothing touch of her husband's warm hand massaging her back. Andy had witnessed the gradual decline in her mother's health, so a part of him was not entirely surprised. But as he saw her body tense up and tears welling up in her eyes, he didn't need to ask. He already knew.

The words echo in her ears, "I'm sorry to inform you. But your mother passed away last night."

She mouthed a small, tearful thank you, her voice already cracking, before placing her phone down on the coffee table in front of them. Taking a deep breath, she felt her chest tighten with a sense of dread that washed over her. Unable to hold back any longer, she broke down, her hands instinctively covering her face as tears streamed down.

Andy immediately enveloped her in his arms, pulling her close and holding her tightly against him. Resting his head against hers, he provided a comforting presence as she cried into his chest. Her body shook with sobs, and warm tears soaked her face. It all felt unreal. Her mother had passed away, and she hadn't even had the chance to say goodbye, too consumed by her life with Andy.

"It's my fault, Andy. I should have visited her. I should have been a better daughter," she wailed, her cries echoing through the room. Andy shook his head, gently pulling her away from his chest to look her in the eyes.

"No, no, no, no, Y/N. No, sweetheart. You are an amazing daughter. You're an amazing person. And I know your mom thought that too," he reassured her, his voice filled with love and understanding.

More tears welled up in her eyes as she shook her head. "No, no. She died alone and probably scared. I should have been there. I should have..." Her voice trailed off, and she abruptly stood up, running into the bedroom as more tears threatened to spill down her cheeks.

Her husband quickly followed her, stepping into their bedroom and finding her leaning against the bedpost. Tears blurred her vision as she spoke, her voice filled with anguish. "I can't do this, Andy. I can't face her. I can't." She sobbed uncontrollably as he slowly approached her, reaching out to gently wipe away her tears.

"Yes, you can. And I'll be right there with you. Every step of the way, babe," he reassured her, pressing a tender kiss on her forehead, a promise of unwavering support and love.

The next morning was consumed by the somber task of planning a funeral and making arrangements for her mother's final farewell. Y/N anxiously sat by the phone, waiting for a call back from the funeral director she had spoken to earlier in the day. Taking a deep breath, she exhaled slowly, running her hands through her hair, trying to gather her thoughts amidst the whirlwind of emotions.

Everything else seemed to blur together - the funeral planning, the drive to the funeral home, and the day of the funeral itself. Andy noticed the profound change in her demeanor, the quietness and distance that had settled upon her.

He understood the immense pain she was enduring, as they both grappled with their grief. The most difficult part was verifying her mother's body and informing friends and family of the funeral date. While she could notify most of them through social media or text, having to engage in phone conversations with some was almost unbearable. Hearing them share cherished memories only intensified the ache in her heart. She knew it was their way of grieving and bidding farewell, but it did little to alleviate her own anguish.

To make matters worse, her husband had to witness her breakdown multiple times, offering solace as she wept. She was consumed by anger, guilt, and a sense of selfishness. How could she have let her mother down, even in her state of deteriorating mental health? After what felt like an eternity of making calls and notifications online, she finally joined her father and husband, sinking down onto a bench with a heavy sigh. Andy and her dad didn't miss her weariness.

"How are you holding up, angel?" her father asked, gently stroking her hair. Y/N looked up at her husband, finding comfort in his soft, reassuring smile, which she gratefully returned. "Not so great. But, I'm hanging in there, I suppose. How about you, Dad?" She posed the question, her lip caught between her teeth, her worry evident.

He smiled, giving a small shrug. "Oh, I'm alright. We can only move forward, one step at a time. God called your mom, and he had his reasons. It could have been cancer or something far worse. He called her home, and we can't continue to torment ourselves over this. It's not what she would have wanted.”

Her hands paused in mid-air, hovering over the boxes filled with her mother's belongings. The weight of guilt still clung to her, dragging her down into a sea of remorse. Thoughts of what could have been haunted her, tormenting her with images of her mother's final moments, alone in that cold hospice bed. She closed her eyes tightly, squeezing the bridge of her nose in an attempt to alleviate the pain that threatened to overwhelm her.

"Let's go home, honey. All of us," he said, extending his hand to her. Y/N's trembling hand reached out and clasped his, and a wave of relief washed over her. She released a long-held breath, feeling a glimmer of solace in Andy's presence. As her father and husband made their way to the car, she was overcome by an overwhelming sense of guilt. She couldn't help but wonder if there was something, anything, she could have done differently. Was there a chance she could have been there for her mother in her final moments?

Her legs shook beneath her, and goosebumps prickled on her skin as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. Andy's hand enclosed hers, offering a measure of comfort that calmed her nerves, if only slightly. He guided her towards the car, understanding the turmoil that churned within her.

When they arrived at their home, her husband unlocked the door and led Y/N and her father into the warm embrace of their sanctuary. Without hesitation, she shrugged off her coat and tossed it onto the waiting coat rack. But as she glanced around the room, a strong urge to unpack and organize everything overcame her. She felt the need to keep herself busy, to distract herself from the turmoil within her heart.

Andy's concerned gaze met hers, and he gently asked, "What're you doing, sweetie?" His expression reflected his worry, longing to understand her actions.

She took a deep breath, her shoulders sagging under the weight of her conflicting emotions. "I... I was going to unpack. I thought it would help me keep my mind off things," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mixture of exhaustion and determination.

Andy's concern softened his features, and he placed his hands on her shoulders, offering her support. "I understand that you want to stay busy, but right now, you need to focus on taking care of yourself. Unpacking can wait. Allow yourself time to rest and heal," he advised, his voice filled with love and compassion.

She sighed, feeling torn between her need to distract herself and the necessity of confronting her grief. She knew deep down that Andy was right, that she needed to prioritize her own well-being during this painful time. With a nod, she yielded to his guidance, allowing him to lead her away from the boxes and towards a moment of respite in their home.

Andy's heart ached as he witnessed her anguish, her tears falling freely down her cheeks. He longed to ease her pain, to mend her broken spirit. Without hesitation, he rushed to her side, his arms encircling her trembling form. He murmured soothingly, his voice a gentle lullaby, as he rocked her back and forth, as if cradling their unborn child. His fingertips traced comforting circles between her shoulder blades, offering solace in his touch.

She bit her bottom lip. She wanted to leave it all there. "I can't believe what a failure of a daughter I am, Andy. A good daughter wouldn't have left her mom's last minutes being some sort of empty hospital room!" Tears started falling from Y/N's cheeks again.

"Oh no, honey, shhhhhh," he whispered softly, trying to calm her sobs. The weight of her words, filled with self-doubt and guilt, struck him deeply. He knew the depths of her heartache, the torment of feeling like she had failed as a daughter. He wiped away her tears with the sleeve of his shirt, his own tears threatening to spill.

"There's always going to be that feeling of guilt in you," Andy spoke gently, his voice carrying a mix of empathy and understanding. She looked up at him, her eyes searching for reassurance and validation. Cupping her face in his hands, he met her gaze with unwavering sincerity. "But I know deep down, she knew how much you loved her. You did what you believed was best, and even if she couldn't express it in those last moments, I know your mom loved you more than words can say.”

His voice quivered slightly, tears welling up in his own eyes, but he remained resolute, keeping their connection unbroken. Her bottom lip found solace between her teeth, a sign that she was trying to hold back her tears. She nodded, finding solace in his words, burying her face back into the nape of his neck.

As she managed to calm herself, her breathing shaky but steady, Andy's tears began to fall silently down his cheeks. Still, he held her tightly in his arms, his love and support unwavering. He brought his lips close to hers, placing a tender kiss upon them, a gesture of comfort and affection.

She pulled away slightly, her eyes searching his face as she cupped his cheek. "Don't you cry too? Please?" she whispered, her thumbs gently wiping away the tears that streaked his cheeks. His lips formed a tight-lipped smile, his hands moving down her arms to envelop her hands with his own.

"Hey, can you excuse us? I want to talk to my wife alone," Andy interjected, a hint of playfulness in his tone. She couldn't help but smile at his words, appreciating his effort to lighten the mood. Her father chuckled softly, understanding the need for privacy. "Nothing dirty, sir. Or raunchy. Promise," Andy added, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Y/N's father snickered, his laughter a bittersweet mix of emotions. "Okay, I'll leave you two young kids alone," he said, his voice tinged with a touch of sadness. But before he made his exit, she placed her hand on her father's shoulder, her expression filled with gratitude and understanding. "You don't need to keep walking on eggshells around me, Dad," she reassured him, her voice filled with warmth. Her father returned her smile, tears still glistening in his eyes. "I know you've been strong all day. Stronger than any other girl I know. You look exhausted. Please go lie down. Take a break.”

Her father's concern touched her heart, knowing that he worried for her well-being amidst the overwhelming grief. She nodded, her voice choked with emotion. "Okay, Dad." She gave him a sad, tight-lipped smile before making her way up the stairs and into their shared bedroom.

She sat on the edge of the bed, the weight of her emotions pressing upon her. She kicked off her shoes, and began to undress, her mind swirling with thoughts and uncertainties. The bottled-up grief threatened to consume her. She wondered if a small nap and a hot bath would provide some respite, or if the lack of sleep and constant nightmares would further exacerbate her pain.

Lost in her thoughts, she was caught off guard when Andy entered the room. He sat beside her, his presence a comforting anchor in the midst of her turmoil. His hands gently took hold of hers, his eyes locked onto hers with unwavering love and concern. "How are you feeling, honey?" Andy asked, his voice filled with tenderness.

Her eyebrows raised, and she realized that amidst her own pain, she hadn't taken the time to consider how Andy was coping with their loss. She hesitated for a moment before speaking up again. "Andy," she began, her voice filled with a mix of vulnerability and curiosity. "How are you holding up?” He froze. He wanted to break down, to cry, scream, yell. But seeing her already vulnerable, the thought of sharing his emotions in that moment. She didn't need to deal with any of his bullshit on top of everything else.

Her voice trembled as she cut Andy off, her desperation evident. "Please tell me," she pleaded, her eyes searching his for answers. "Please, I want to know."

There was a moment of silence, filled with the weight of their shared grief, before Andy found his voice. "This really sucks," he finally spoke, his words heavy with the raw truth of their situation.

Y/N remained quiet, waiting for him to elaborate, to offer some semblance of understanding. "This fucking sucks. And that's okay," he continued, his tone filled with a mix of resignation and acceptance.

She nodded, her expression unwavering, as she processed his words. It wasn't the response she had hoped for, nor was it the answer she had sought. But in that moment, they both realized that there were no right words or perfect explanations for the pain they were experiencing. They were navigating uncharted territory, and all they had was their love for each other to guide them through.

"I'm sorry, Andy," Her voice wavered with a mix of guilt and sorrow. "I've been so consumed by my own depression that I haven't thought to ask how you're feeling during all of this." She sighed, her gaze falling to their entwined hands, seeking solace in their connection.

Andy's eyes softened, filled with understanding and empathy. "Babe, no, don't do that," he reassured her, his voice gentle yet firm. "Don't beat yourself up over how you think you should have felt or acted. Everyone deals with grief and depression in their own ways. Sometimes, our reactions are different, and that's okay." He gently placed his hand over hers, offering comfort and reassurance.

Tears welled in the corners of her eyes, a mix of sadness and guilt washing over her. She had already shed so many tears in the past weeks, yet they still managed to haunt her, carrying the weight of her emotions. Guilt for missing her mother, for mourning her absence, and guilt for feeling relieved that her mother was no longer suffering in that cold hospice room, alone.

Andy interrupted her self-loathing, his finger gently lifting her chin, redirecting her gaze to meet his. Her glossy eyes locked with his, and he moved his finger from her chin to caress the side of her face, a tender smile gracing his lips. "Remember our vows?" he asked softly, his voice filled with love and conviction.

Tears blurred her vision as her chin trembled, but a bittersweet smile found its way to her lips as she reminisced. "In sickness and in health, for better or worse, 'til death do us part," she whispered, her voice filled with the weight of their commitment.

Andy nodded, pulling her closer into his embrace, seeking solace in their shared strength. "What we have now could be so much worse," he murmured, his voice filled with gratitude and love. "And the fact that we've managed to make it here, through all that we've faced, just further proves to me that what we have is real. It's forever.”

She chuckled sadly, tears streaming down her face, as she shook her head in disbelief. Her eyes met Andy's once again, a mixture of sorrow and love reflected in her gaze. "You've always been so optimistic," she managed to laugh softly, her voice tinged with sadness. She reached up to wipe the tears from her cheeks, a bittersweet smile playing on her lips. "That's one of the things I love about you, Andy.”

He beamed at her, pulling her even closer as they embraced, seeking solace in each other's presence. Andy buried his head in Y/N's neck, giving her a tender squeeze, before whispering, "I love you, so, so much.”

They sat in silence, wrapped in the warmth of their embrace, until she decided it was time to retire to bed. She stood up, pulling the covers back and sliding herself under them. Andy had already changed into more comfortable clothes, lying next to her on his back. The feeling of the soft mattress beneath his body eased some of the tension that had built up within him.

She bit her lower lip, her knees pressed together as she pondered her thoughts. "How do you do it?" she whispered, her gaze fixed on Andy's face as he smiled warmly at her. She inched closer, tracing her fingertip lightly along his bare chest. "

How do you stay so... optimistic all the time?" Her voice remained low as she rested her head on his shoulder, their fingers intertwined. The desire for physical intimacy welled up within her, a craving for connection and solace in his embrace.

"Because of you," he replied simply, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to her hairline. His fingers danced lightly up the back of her arm, causing a shiver to run down her spine as she moved her body closer to his. She tilted her head up, her eyes pleading and searching. Andy understood what she yearned for, what she needed. He wanted to ensure she was ready, that they were both in the same place emotionally.

He brought his hand up to stroke the side of her face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear that had escaped her eye. Meeting her gaze, he silently asked for permission. She nodded, her heart filled with longing. Andy shifted his position, hovering over her, propping himself up on his elbow as he leaned down, his lips gently brushing against hers.

"Andy, take away the pain. Please?" she whispered, her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mixture of vulnerability and desire.

Andy couldn't deny her request, not at this moment, not when she looked at him with such longing and trust. "Of course," he murmured, his voice filled with love and devotion.

And with that, his lips crushed against hers as she eagerly accepted them. She parted her lips as his tongue slipped inside, their tongues massaging each other, desperate for contact. Andy moved his hand down, sliding her panties off as his lips trailed her neck. Y/N let out a small whimper, Andy's lips pressing kisses to the area right below her ear.

"So beautiful.”

His hand slid down between her legs, his fingertips brushing against her already swollen clit, making her shudder. Her hips bucked slightly at the touch. Andy's thumb began circling her clit as his middle finger teased her entrance. His lips trailed down her throat before returning back to her mouth, capturing them in a passionate kiss. He pushed his finger into her wet pussy, and she moaned into his mouth.

He broke their kiss and pulled his finger out before bringing them to his lips, sucking them clean of Y/N's juices. His tongue danced along her bottom lip and Y/N pulled away, giving Andy room to continue his path. His mouth closed over her left nipple, biting lightly. She moaned louder this time, Andy's hand caressing her breast before his lips moved on, repeating the same movements to her right breast, eliciting a gasp from her.

He sucked gently before releasing her nipple, pulling away as her heart sped. His fingertips brushed against her sides lightly as she watched him. His blue eyes connected with hers, smirking slightly.

She gasped again, his fingers entering her slick channel, her juices dripping onto his fingers. He pressed his mouth against her inner thigh, tasting her for the first time in ages before lapping her clit teasingly with his tongue, his fingers moving deeper. Her eyes fluttered shut at the contact, Andy's tongue circling her clit, his fingers moving faster, her body arching. He sucked on her clit, sending shock waves through her body as she moaned, her walls fluttering around his fingers. She came hard.

As he pulled his fingers from her entrance, Andy pressed his mouth against hers passionately once again, their tongues massaging against each other again. She moaned when his hardened cock grazed the inside of her thigh, Andy positioning himself at her entrance, her hands gently tangling in his hair. She nodded, encouraging him to continue.

As he slid himself inside her, they moaned together, wrapping her arms around his shoulders,and pressing her face against his. He was filling her completely. He kissed her forehead tenderly, then her cheek. His blue eyes were glossy.

"Y/N.." He whispered softly, stroking her cheek with his thumb.

His mouth returned to hers, passionately and with need, slowly pumping in and out. Andy could hear her panting, his heart pounding harder, their bodies moving together as if they were made for one. He broke their kiss again, moaning slightly. He cupped her face, locking eyes with her again.

"I-Fuck, hun!" He cried out, as he felt the pressure building inside him again, thrusting deeper in slow rhythmic beats. She bit down on her bottom lip, desperately trying to quiet her moans.

"Shh. We have to be quiet, remember?" she whispered, her hand caressing the side of his cheek. Andy groaned softly against her as he continued pumping inside her. "I know. It's just...You feel so good…"

He quickened his pace again, moaning against her neck, his breath hot on her skin as he buried himself to the hilt. She came quickly, moaning Andy's name and her walls contracted around him. He could feel himself exploding and his hot seed fill her cunt.

As they rode out their orgasms together, his lips sought hers, pressing against her forcefully as their bodies stilled and her muscles relaxed. Andy collapsed beside her on his back with a small 'oof,' still catching his breath. She curled herself against his side, resting her head on his chest with a smile, letting the wave of post-orgasmic bliss wash over them.

Andy tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and kissed her forehead.

"Thank you," Y/N mumbled, barely conscious as sleep overcame her. Andy pulled her body into his, spooning her. He knew how much she needed this. To feel loved. To know that he was always there for her. And no matter what, no matter what happened or what would happen, he would be.

He sighed, planting a small kiss on her temple before wrapping an arm around her waist. "Sleep, honey. I'm right here, Y/N. Always." Andy whispered reassuringly, a small smile forming on his lips, his arms and body curling into her as she drifted into a peaceful sleep.

The next few days became a blur, and as the reception began after the funeral, she wasted no time in seeking solace in alcohol. She had felt like a slave to her emotions for far too long, but not today, not at her mother's funeral. She would drown her pain with drinking, numbing herself to the overwhelming grief.

Secluded in one of the empty rooms of the church, she hid away from the other guests. Her bloodshot eyes widened when she heard the door open, revealing Andy on the other side. Sniffling, she wiped her nose with the back of her hand, her cheeks stained with tears.

"I'm sorry, I know I should be out there," Andy said as he sat down on the pew beside her. "But I wanted to see how you were doing.”

She sniffled again, wiping her cheeks, shaking her head as fresh tears threatened to spill over. She lifted her glass, the red wine inside almost depleted.

"I just can't feel anything right now, Andy," she said, her voice cracking slightly as she took another large gulp from her glass. "I just need something. I need..." She paused, her hand covering her mouth to stifle another sob.

Andy could see the profound sadness and defeat etched on his wife's face. He scooted closer, leaning his forehead against her own, seeking to offer whatever comfort he could.

"Baby," Andy whispered, his voice filled with love and compassion. "I wish I could take away your pain. I wish I could alleviate all of your suffering..." He moved his hand to gently cup her face, feeling the wetness of her tears against his warm skin.

"I love you more than anything." His thumb brushed away another stray tear from her cheek as he leaned in, pressing his lips gently against hers, allowing the kiss to linger for a moment before pulling away. Her breathing became heavy, and Andy knew that she needed this moment, this shared connection amidst the somberness of the funeral.

She kissed him back harder, tears still stinging her eyes and she swallowed them down before Andy broke their kiss. He pulled his arms around her, holding her tightly in his arms. His heartbeat quickened, his hand moving down to caress her inner thigh, shivering under his touch as he moved his palm under her dress and along her slit, she moaned softly as his finger slid inside her, thrusting slowly.

Andy's fingers gently rubbed her swollen clit as he leaned over Y/N against her inner thigh, causing another moan from her again. "Let me make you feel better. Let me make you forget, even if it's just for a moment," he mumbled against the shell of her ear. She nodded again weakly, Andy continuing his motions as she leaned in close, moaning loudly when he slipped a second finger inside her, moving faster.

He began kissing every inch of her skin as he pressed a third finger inside her slick pussy, bucking her hips up to meet Andy's fingers as they began moving faster again. She moaned loudly again with need when Andy's fingers slid in and out of her as his thumb rubbed small circles against her clit. He licked his lips before bringing them to the shell of her ear, biting it lightly as she let another loud moan escape her again. Andy rubbed harder as she squirmed slightly, her hips rising more.

"Oh god!”

"Shhh, baby," he whispered, causing another shiver before he kissed her hungrily, in an effort to quiet her moans. Andy continued stroking her as he pushed his finger deeper until she exploded around him, covering his fingers with her juices. When he removed his hand, she grabbed his face, crushing her mouth onto his lips before pulling away reluctantly and looking deep into his blue eyes as they sparkled under the sunlight peering through the window.

"Andy I..." she breathed out as more tears came streaming down her face, which she quickly tried to hide. He wiped her cheeks with his fingers lovingly before placing small kisses all over them.

He then pulled away as she lifted the back of her dress to clean herself slightly off before settling back into a comforting cuddle with him. Her face was streaked with tears, but a sense of peace seemed to wash over her. Her hand ran slowly across Andy's chest and neck, her touch gentle and soothing, before she brought her lips against his, kissing him deeply as the rest of the world melted away.

Even after the funeral, the pain seemed relentless, refusing to subside. Most days, Y/N stayed confined to the bedroom or distanced herself from Andy. She found herself pushing him away, a behavior she had vowed never to indulge in. Yet, here she was, sulking in bed, the ache in her heart growing with each passing moment. Initially, she had thought that drowning her sorrows in alcohol would help, but it only made her feel more miserable.

She longed for her mother, and no amount of anything could fill the void left by her absence. Andy's efforts, no matter how earnest, couldn't seem to mend her pain. In some ways, Y/N even resented him for it, for his inability to take away her anguish.

At times, she questioned whether she was deserving of love. After all, Andy had other responsibilities to attend to. But deep down, there wasn't a day when she didn't yearn for his presence, wishing he could help restore a sense of normalcy to her shattered world.

The ache persisted within her chest, but this time, it felt different. Andy would be returning home from work soon, and she couldn't quite grasp how she should feel. Intimacy between them had been absent for weeks, following their recent argument which often culminated in her seeking solace through alcohol-induced sleep.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, she stared off into space, her mind lost in a sea of memories. Tears welled in her eyes, but she fought hard to keep them from spilling over. The front door swung open and shut with a loud thud, marking Andy's arrival. His familiar figure emerged through the hallway and into their shared room, freezing momentarily in the doorframe. She couldn't tear her gaze away from him, even as he stepped closer.

"Honey... I know you're going through a difficult time, and I understand. I struggle sometimes to provide you with the comfort you need, and it hurts me just as much as it hurts you," Andy began, his voice filled with sincerity. "Y/N, I want you to trust me."

Andy paused for a moment, allowing his words to sink in. She opened her mouth to respond, but Andy pressed on, not wanting to leave any thought unfinished.

"I want you to trust me," he continued earnestly. "I want you to know that everything I have ever done is out of love for you. I have always strived to protect you, provide for you, be there for you, comfort you, listen to you, support you, make love to you, and hold you through all your emotions, whether you're sad, happy, or even scared... even when you're angry. I have done all of that and more, and I will continue to do so."

She blinked back tears, her eyes watering as Andy moved closer, placing his hands gently on her hips. She looked down, unable to meet his gaze.

"I love you so incredibly much," Andy confessed, his voice filled with raw emotion. "If there was a way to make your pain easier, I would do it without hesitation. I would sacrifice anything because I cannot bear the thought of losing you. It would destroy me from the inside out, and if that were to happen... I think I would go mad, because that's how deeply I love and care for you. I know there have been doubts lately, and it hurts me to see you in such pain. Your pain is my pain, Y/N... I just want my wife back."

She couldn't hold back her tears any longer, and she began crying uncontrollably. The tears streamed down her face, and Andy pulled her close, wrapping his arms around her tightly. She buried her face into his chest, clinging onto him for support.

Her tears flowed freely as Andy tenderly placed his finger under her chin, gently lifting her face to meet his gaze. Their eyes locked, and he leaned in, softly pressing his lips against hers, kissing away each tear that ran down her cheeks. His warm breath against her skin provided a comforting solace. They stayed in that embrace for what felt like an eternity.

Finally, she looked up, her eyes gazing into Andy's once again. For the first time in months, she let go of her tears, feeling a sense of release and acceptance wash over her.

She sniffled, her voice filled with remorse. "I've been a terrible person, a terrible wife. My grief has consumed me to the point where I've been pushing you away since the funeral. It's all still a blur, but I remember the hurtful things I said, and... I do love you, Andy. Even though I haven't been showing it well at all." Her gaze dropped to their intertwined hands as she confessed her shortcomings. "But... I'm still struggling so much with my mom's loss. And I've been taking it out on you... And for that, I'm truly sorry."

She squeezed Andy's hands and brought them to her face, lifting her eyes to meet his gentle gaze as he smiled softly. She wiped away her tears before speaking again. "I'm sorry..."

Her face buried in his chest once more, she continued to sob, the tears flowing freely. Andy ran his hand soothingly over her hair, resting his head atop hers. With each tear that fell, he tenderly wiped it away with his thumb, placing soft kisses on her cheeks. Y/N continued to cry, her emotions overwhelming her, until she pulled back slightly, resting her cheek against Andy's chest once again. She closed her eyes, finding solace in the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I forgive you," Andy assured her, pulling her face close and leaning down to kiss her forehead softly and slowly. She accepted his forgiveness with grace, allowing more tears to fall as he comforted her.

"I will always forgive you, honey. I will never leave you, no matter what. Even if you tried, it wouldn't be enough to make me go away. Because I love you with all my heart and my whole life. And if you let me, I'll spend the rest of my life showing you just how much I love you and making sure you feel as comfortable and loved as possible. Always."

He spoke softly, his voice filled with love and understanding, as he placed her hands against his heart with his own strong hands. He smiled warmly down at her, and she returned the smile, albeit with a hint of sadness.

"You deserve all the love and support in the world," Andy whispered, his words filled with sincerity. She leaned up, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, and he responded with a slow and tender kiss of his own. The connection between them felt comforting and reassuring.

She then took Andy's head between her palms, pulling him close against her, and pressed her forehead against his. Andy wrapped his strong arms protectively around her, holding her tightly. In that moment, they found solace and strength in each other's embrace, knowing that their love would help them navigate through the challenges they faced.

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Guilty Pleasures

pairing: dark!married!Andy x Sister-in-law!reader

Summary: Sometimes getting the things we want, can be the best form of revenge, it’s even better when it ends in our favour (surprisingly not angsty)

Warnings: Anal, manipulative!Andy, Dark!Andy, buttplug use, cheating Laurie!Cheating Andy! (so it’s even I guess😀) Possessive!Andy, Age gap

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(Y/n's P.O.V)

I pursed my lips tightly, observing everyone else around the table conversing happily. Clearly ignorant to the perverse actions going on underneath, one screw up has lead to this. One night a few weeks ago I got a bit fucked up and slept with Andy Barber, my sister’s husband. Sure everyone has seem to have forgotten my sister’s cheating confessions, but Andy clearly hasn’t. I was his revenge.

Ever since our shared night he’s done nothing but torment me with guilt and sex that I can never find myself saying no to. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, feeling Andy’s foot brush up and down my leg sensually. A dark smirk on his handsome face as he spooned more food into his mouth, my sister talking to him about some new clothes she bought.

The guilt was practically eating me alive at this point, I loved my sister to bits, but was it my fault she basically let go of this beauty of a man? Not my fault he came to me that one night, not my fault we’re now addicted to each other. The rest of the family hasn’t even noticed the amount of time Andy has spent offering to help me “study” for my college classes, or the amount of times they’ve come over for dinner since then.

“I-I uh have to go, my friends want to go to a party tonight” I said abruptly standing up with plate in hand, Andy’s face clearly confused at the mention of a party.

“Omg yes are you wearing that dress I bought for you? With the see through slit up the middle of the chest?” Laurie asked excitedly, squealing as she watched me nod,

“Hell yeah i’m not wasting that dress, plus I need a night out anyway”

I shrugged putting it in the sink, listening to everyone cheer, “And tell me how it goes with that Josh guy you’re talking to, he seems so into you when I picked you up from that date” I heard Laurie shout when I was walking up the stairs, running over to my room to get ready.

Taking off my jumper and shorts, I hummed setting out the dress and grabbing my red heels from the cupboard.

“What the fuck is Laurie talking about?” The door slammed and in came a seething Andy, his face frozen with anger,

“What do you mean?”

I asked confused, my head tilting to the side, Andy taking slow steps towards me, his tongue poking at the cheek of his mouth.

“So first you have a party you don’t tell me about, and then you’re seein some guy named Josh?” His arms folded across his broad chest, goosebumps arising on my skin at the sound of his cold tone.

“I-I was invited, and it’s not like I belong to you Andy. You’re married.” I said throwing the dress onto the bed, completely forgetting that I was only in my bra and underwear set, coincidentally a set he had bought me recently.

“What’d ya say? You don’t belong to me? Then what the fuck is this?” He growled manhandling me to bend over my bed, his hands pulling down my underwear to press onto the deep plug sitting in my asshole. It was a blue shiny thing with an A on it, something he bought a few days ago.

“I want this in this pretty ass of yours every single day, want ya to walk around your sister knowing you’re full of her husband’s cum. Taking everything that’s hers” He groaned pushing it into my ass, his hot cum now plugged inside me. “Haven’t fucked your sister in so long and she keeps askin why, how am I supposed to tell her my cock belongs to you now?”

“Andy stop it, everyone’s downstairs” I whined feeling him prod at the plug, my hips wiggling subconsciously at the arousal I was feeling.

“So what?”

“This is wrong Andy, and you know it” I whispered hearing people walk past in the hallway, their laughs echoing the further they got from my room. Andy only chuckled pushing me to lay down onto my bed, throwing my new dress onto the floor and following me in.

“Shh baby, you know this feels right don’t ya?” He whispered against my ear, basically spooning me in my own bed, thankfully I was the one nearest to the door. His hands coming round to fold my bra downwards, then pulling my underwear down too. His fingers gently pulling the plug out of my gaping hole, his fingers circling it like an animal

“We cannot have sex right now Andy, I thought we were gonna stop this?”

“I know hunny but let me just grind against this pussy of mine alright? Jus for a little while” Rustling coming from behind me, his belt buckle coming off along with the rest of the trousers.

Nodding at his words, I couldn’t help but feel entranced, his hand holding one of my legs up slightly as I felt his cock slip back and forth between my wet lips. His shuddering breath fanning my face, his hips thrusting back and forth repeatedly.

(Andy's P.O.V)

“Come on baby isn’t this nice?” I asked listening to her small mewls and whimpers. Despite saying she didn’t want this at first, I couldn’t help but notice her ass starting to fuck itself on my cock. A smirk growing on my face as I stopped moving my hips and let her take control completely.

“Hey Y/n have you seen Andy by any chance” Shoving myself under the covers, I heard Laurie walk in, luckily not walking any further than the door so she couldn’t see me.

“Uh no? I think he s-said something-ah” I heard Y/n moan out, my cock suddenly finding her snug wet hole, by total “accident”

“Are you alright girl?”

“Uh yeah just feeling a bit under the weather tonight, might have to skip out on the party tonight. Andy said something about getting some stuff from the store”

“aww well just get some rest okay? we still having lunch tomorrow right?”

“Of course don’t worry about me”

Then the door closed and I felt Y/n whip her head towards me,

“What the hell Andrew? She coulda seen you, and get outta my ass”

“U sure u want me out? N so what if she saw me, our marriage was over the moment she fucked her assistant, i’m just in it for you now baby, want you all to myself”

“Then why don’t you divorce her”

“Then I take you away with me yeah?” I taunted slamming my cock back and forth into her ass, her muscles clenching around me, her moans going crazy at the limit.

“Quiet love, they’re gonna hear you, you dirty girl”

“Mhm, Andy just cum in my ass please, I need it, I’m your dirty girl remember”

“Oh yes baby I’m gonna fill this hole up with cum and plug it up, make you walk around this house filled with my cum, next time i’m gonna knock you up and make you walk about with my baby-“

“ANDY?! WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK”

Hearing Lauries scream, I looked her directly in the eyes and only went harder on her dear sister. Y/n’s hands holding mine affectionately as I came in her ass, a loud moan leaving her as I watched it cream around my cock which was still inside of her.

Laurie breaking down in tears and falling to her knees, turning Y/n's face to the side I stuck my tongue out and licked her lips dirtily, her tongue also coming out to mingle with mine.

“I guess a divorce is due, huh Laurie?” Y/n said hazily, i’ve destroyed her morals like I wanted, she is mine. Forever.

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Weekend away... Andy Barber x reader one shot

(The Florist next-door Part 17)

This is a oneshot that can be read as Part 17 or on its own.

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, male masterbation, graphic details of homemade porn, use of nicknames (daddy, sweetheart, baby), oral (f-receiving), outdoors sex, technically cheating, sexy lumberjack Andy

"Andy!" You called out from the kitchen. "Andy, come quick!"

Andy quickly ran down the stairs as fast as he could, being careful not to trip. "What? What's wrong?" He asked in a slight panic as he ran up to you. "Y'kay?"

You nodded grinning at him, "Give me your hands." You held yours out for his.

Andy raised his eyebrow as he did as you asked. "Why?"

"Just wait." You giggled as you placed his large hands over the curve of your swollen belly and laid yours over his.

Andy's eyes widened as he felt something tap against his hand. "Wow... He's really in there." His eyes filled with tears as he smiled at you.

"Or she." You reminded him making him roll his eyes playfully. Your eyes lit up as Jacob walked into the room. "Jacob, come feel."

He raised his eyebrow at you, "Seriously?"

You nodded, grabbing his hand and pulled him towards you and his dad.

He let out a huff as he let you put his hand on your belly next to Andy's. "What am I-" Jacob quickly snatched his hand back. "That's weird."

"Jacob," Andy tutted as you chuckled. "It's not weird. That's your baby brother or sister in there."

Jacob nodded. "We're being kicked by another human from the inside of, Y/N. It's weird."

"Huh..." You looked at Andy, "He has a point."

Andy nodded, "Yeah... It's weird."

You shared a look with each other before the three of you burst out laughing.

Andy suddenly woke, his dream quickly fading away as he looked around the room he was in and remembered where he was.

His dream had felt so real, he almost missed it. He'd never thought about having another kid, Jacob was always enough, but since the two of you admitted your feelings for one another, he'd felt himself craving it. He wanted to have a family with you. He wanted Jacob to be a big brother. He wanted to see Jacob roll his eyes as his little brother or sister annoyed him. Andy knew Jacob would secretly love it but he wouldn't let on, just like he does whenever Andy wants to spend time with him.

He smiled to himself as he watched you sleep peacefully beside him.

When the two of you arrived the previous afternoon, Andy was worried that perhaps he hadn't picked the right cabin.

It was somewhere up the side of a mountain, surrounded by trees and although it was on the smaller side, it was still luxurious. It had a hot tub on the deck, a big claw foot bath tub and big fireplaces the required a lot of wood chopping. But when he saw how your eyes lit up as you spun around to face him, he knew he made the right decision.

This weekend was about the pair of you relaxing and just being a couple, being able to forget about everything else that wasn't in that cabin for a couple of days.

Andy decided since it was still early he'd make you breakfast before waking you,letting you sleep as long as possible. You deserved it after he tired you out.

The pair of you were at it like rabbits yesterday, the excitement of being alone getting the better of you.

Andy shook his head with a soft chuckle as he thought back.

You brought out a side of him that he thought had died a long time ago. The two of you had had more sex in the past few weeks than he and Laurie had had in the last few years.

He felt like a young man again with you. Sure he wasn't that old but he was still nearly forty. Laurie had made him feel empty and trapped. With you, he felt loved and wanted, needed by someone who couldn't keep their hands to themselves just as much as he couldn't.

Andy looked down at you as you shifted in bed, moaning softly as the bed covers fell down and revealed your bare breasts. God, you were beautiful. Andy moved his hand down to his hardening cock and gave it a soft palm.

Have some control, Barber. The poor girl will be sore after last night.

With a deep sigh and a hard on, Andy hoped out of bed with his cell in his hand and went into the bathroom deciding to have a shower to calm himself down before he headed down to make breakfast.

With the door shut and the shower running, Andy opened his cell and found the folder that was hidden away. It contained all the pictures and videos he had of the two of you together. Not that he needed any help getting himself off, his imagination was more than enough but he couldn't help himself. He loved hearing your beautiful noises.

Andy hopped into the shower once he'd propped his cell up facing the shower with a video of you on all fours and your ass in the air.

Andy was fucking you hard and fast from behind, your cunt (that he'd already spent ages eating out like a man starved) was practically sucking his cock back in, begging to be full as he shoved his thumb into your asshole with one hand and recorded everything with the other hand. You were using one hand to rub your clit as you moaned like a whore.

"That's it... Taking my cock so well... You gonna be my good girl?... You gonna let daddy fill you up?... Hmm? Gonna let daddy fuck you full of cum?"

Andy leaned against the glass of the shower as the hot water ran over his broad shoulders and back, his mouth fell open as he pumped his cock in time with the video.

"Fuck," Andy moaned as he watched himself on the pull all the way out of your pussy to reveal your abused hole before he shoved his cock back in making you cry out in pleasure.

Andy's head fell back as he thought about how it feels to be inside of you.

He moaned deeply, using his other hand to fondle his balls as he twisted his hand around his cock. "Oh, fuck..."

Andy's eyes flicked over to his cell as he heard himself cry out in pleasure.

Andy moaned along with himself as he came over his hand, his eyes glued to his screen.

Andy pulled his cock out of you with a breathy chuckle. "Look at that. Fucking beautiful..." His cum leaked out of your hole before he brushed his fingers against you, scooping his cum up and pushing it back inside you making you moan loudly.

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"Do you know how to do this?" You asked Andy as the two of you stood outside where the fire wood was kept.

This morning you were woken up by the smell of a delicious breakfast in bed brought to you by an equally delicious looking Andy. After the pair of you laid in bed and ate breakfast (with the occasional make-out) you dressed for the day before heading outside. You went for a walk around the small woods that was by the cabin before Andy said he should chop some more fire wood before it rained.

"Yes, I do." Andy nodded.

"Really? So, you chop a lot of wood during your cases?" You asked playfully.

Andy let out a soft sigh as he looked at you. "Believe it or not, I did go camping with my buddies from college. Had to chop wood then, even built fires."

You nodded, "Okay... So why couldn't you put the tent up in the garden then?" You asked trying not to laugh.

Andy sighed again, "Things weren't as complicated back then, okay?"

"Sure. I get it... Back then you probably used sticks and leaves to make shelter, right? Or lived in a cave." You giggled.

Andy put his hands on his hips as he glared at you, "Do you want a spanking? 'Cause I'll happily give you one out here."

You held your hands up, "Sorry, I'll behave."

Andy hummed not quite believing you. He grabbed a log from the pile and placed it on top of the stump where the axe was resting against then picked up the axe.

Your mouth fell open as you watched Andy swing his arms around and smash the axe into the log, splitting it in two. Your lumberjack Andy fantasy was coming true right in front of you. You but your bottom lip as you continued to watch Andy, it was way hotter than you thought it would be.

You watched him repeat the job a few times before you cleared your throat, folding your arms across your chest as you watched him, "You really can chop wood."

Andy smirked as he looked up at you, "Want to have a go?"

You scoffed, "There's no way in hell, I can do that without chopping my foot off." You said.

Andy chuckled putting the axe down and held his hand out to you. "Come here. I'll help."

You let out a heavy sigh and crossed your arms. Took Andy's hand and let him guide you to stand in front of him.

He put his hands on your hips, "Okay, put your feet a little wider, like that..." Andy then took the axe and held it in front of you. "Now, wrap your hands around it, one there... One there," He placed hands overs yours, lifting the axe so it was in front of you.

His thick arms were wrapped around you, his whole body caging you in as he pressed himself against you.

You gasped as Andy rubbed his cock against your ass cheeks. "Andy," You giggled as he dropped his face against the side of your neck and began to kiss you. "I thought you were going to teach me-oh, god," You moaned as he lightly bit and sucked your neck.

He chuckled, "I am," He kissed your cheek before clearing his throat. "Okay... Were gonna lift on three... one, two, three," You raised your arms in the air with Andy before bringing the axe down and smashing it into the log.

Andy took the axe from you as you began jumping up and down in celebration. He shook his head with a chuckle, sticking the axe into the stump as he watched you.

"That was awesome." You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You can have a go on your own if you like." Andy said as he placed his hands on your waist.

You shook your head. "I'm good."

"Okay..." Andy nodded. "Well, how about we make your fantasy come true?" He asked with a playful smirk. His hands moving down over the curve of your ass and giving it a squeeze.

"It's pretty much come true already." You but your bottom lip as he leaned in and kissed your cheek.

Andy hummed, moving his lips down your neck, "What about the fucking against a tree part?" He smirked against your throat.

Your breath caught as Andy began to run his tongue over your pulse. "What if... Someone, sees?" You moaned softly.

"We're the only people round, sweetheart. And I know the perfect spot." He reached up with his left hand and cupped your face, pressing his lips against yours.

Andy took your hand before he lead you around the side of the cabin. He turned off the little path into the trees, guiding you through until he stopped walking.

"Look," He pointed through the trees, pulling you to stand in front of him.

You gasped, your breath being taken away by the beautiful view. "Wow," You smiled, "It's... Beautiful."

Andy rested his chin on your shoulder as wrapped his arms around you from behind. "Yeah... It's is." He smiled at you as you turned around to look at him.

You pushed yourself up on your tiptoes as you wrapped your rms around his neck and pressed your lips against his softly, "It's the perfect spot." You whispered.

Andy smiled down at you as he cupped your face and kissed you again. "Stand back, sweetheart." He whispered.

You nodded and moved back until your back pressed against a tree.

Andy dropped to his knees in front of you with a smirk as he hooked his fingers into the waist band of your leggings and pulled them down your thighs. You bit your bottom lip as you watched Andy look up at you.

"No panties?" He raised his eyebrow at you.

You shook your head with a small giggle.

Andy shook his head with a soft chuckle, "Naughty girl."

You let out a gasp as Andy leaned forwards and threw your leg over his shoulder and pressed his face between your thighs.

You moaned softly as you ran your fingers through his hair. "Oh, Andy..." Your mouth fell open as he sucked tour clit before running his tongue up your slit. "Oh God!" You cried out as he pushed his tongue inside of you.

"S'good," He moaned against you.

You moaned deeply as Andy shook his head side to side, fucking you with his tongue as his fingers dug into the globes of your ass.

Your toes curled as Andy sucked on your clit, working your until you were coming with a scream all over his face. If it wasn't for him holding you against the tree you'd have fallen down for sure.

Andy unhooked your leg and slowly stood up with a grin. He let his hands trail up your sides, raising your shirt as they did until your breast were on show. Your head fell back with a deep moan as Andy fondled them, licking and sucking one pebbled nipple before moving on to the other.

He pulled back from you with pop and smirked, "You okay, sweetheart?"

You nodded taking on deep breaths. "I'm good." You smiled up at him with a soft chuckle.

Andy reached up and cupped your face as he pressed a loving kiss against your lips. You moaned at your taste in his tongue as he deepened the kiss.

Andy quickly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants down, "Turn around, sweetheart," He said before giving you a quick peck.

You let out a small giggle turned around to face the tree. Andy gripped your hips and pulled your ass out as he kicked your legs apart with his foot.

"That's it," Andy said as he took a hold of his thick cock and ran the leaky tip through your wet folds. He bit hit bottom lip as the head if his cock filled your hole.

"Don't tease, Andy, please." You whined.

Andy did as you wanted and slowly pushed the rest if his cock inside of you. You both moaned in unison as your warm cunt engulfed his cock.

His hands gripped your hips as he bottomed out. "Fuck," He grunted, feeling you clenched around him.

Andy began to move, making you moan with each stroke if his cock.

"That's it," He groaned, "Takin' my cock s'good." Andy brought his right hand down on your ass cheek making you cry out. He picked up the pace a little as he used the same hand to slide back under your shirt to grope your breast.

Your head fell back with a high pitched moan as Andy pinched your nipple and fucked you a little deeper.

"Fuck! Baby, you close?" Andy grunted as your cunt squeezed his cock.

You nodded whimpering. "Harder, Andy, please." You moaned pushing your ass back to meet him.

"Fahk-" Andy let go of your breast and slid his hand down your stomach until his fingers pressed against your clit. "Come on, baby. Cum for me." He rubbed your clit as he fucked you harder and fast making you cry out. "Oh, shit," Andy's mouth fell open as he felt you cum around his cock.

Andy moved forwards, resting his left hand beside your head in the tree, caging you in with his broad shoulders and arms so his weight pressed into you. He kissed your neck softly as he began to fuck you from a new angle, his fingers still rubbing your clit in circles.

You moaned, babbling incoherent words as you wrapped your arm around him, digging your nails into his backside.

He pressed his forehead against your temple and whispered, "I love you, Y/N."

You reached up with your arm and threaded your fingers through his hair as you turned head to look at him. "I love you too, Andy." You crashed your lips against his in a hungry passionate kiss as a third orgasm ripped through you.

Andy stilled, holding you against the tree as he too came, your mouth claiming his moans as the pair of you continued to kiss, neither of you aware of the rain that had slowly started to fall. Neither of you cared. Nothing else mattered as you held each other.

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A Happy New Year Indeed with Chris Evans

18+ just incase a lot of sensual kissing and fluff but thats it. It's very sweet.

Comments welcome and appreciated as are re blogs. No reports reprints or translations.

Chris twirls me around and pulls me in his arms 

"I am so happy I met you, That you're here. That you're with me."

"I'm just happy that you chose me. I don't care if I'm he- well I do care I mean I'd rather be here then-" I looked into his eyes and I just get get lost-  we're about 4.5  inches different  in height so I can stare at his blue eyes anytime easily.

"Sweetheart"

"Yeah,"  I say not breaking eye contact

His hand reaches  up to my face and his thumb caresses my cheek. I feel some texture on my skin from his hand-

"What is it?"

"Nothing "

"You're staring" 

"Because I have something to stare at."

It's true his eyes were insane blue 

"You're sure this is ok?" I ask.

 He grasped my hand that I had on his chest.

"Everything is perfect there is no there place I'd rather be cara mia "

" Don't suck up to me."I love it when he talks Italian. I don't know why I think it's sexy on him…. Or from him.  

"I mean it anytime you want to go-" 

"Hey, look at me." 

I look at him. 

"I want this, I want you and me.  My friends can I  can't always see them but I can see them more than I can see you. More than we can see  each other. And I just want to hold you so bad without having to care who sees us.  I want to be right here. I want you in my arms. I want you to be with me. I want you get it through that thick skull of yours  in falling in love with you and I want you in my arms as much as I can; ok. And this is how It can be. We just gotta take things in stride love.   I love you nothing can beat this I want you here. I want to be with you. Just stay here in my arms ill show you,"  he smirks

"Nothing  is better for you than me hmm.."

He starts kissing my neck

"nothing I want more than you...." 

"Ok ok I get it you wanted me in your arms and you got it mister." I blush

"Good cause I'm used to getting what I want."

"What a spoiled little movie star." 

"Oh you have no idea." 

"I'm just saying if you want to go to the party you can dont worry about me."

"Sweeth-"

"I can go if you want or just stay behind I mean you-"

"Honey"

"I just know you-"

He pressed his lips to mine, effectively silencing me.

"Will you listen? I want some time alone with you they get it. I rarely get anytime with just you me and Dodger. I like it. Waking up and feeling you in my arms. God its the best feeling knowing the girl of my dreams is right where I want her. I mean come on. I just like this morning I was up early."

"Such a romantic."

"So I woke up and I was you were just resting your head on my chest with you hand on it and you took my breath away.  I just smiled thinking I love you hoping i'll go to bed like this today and waking up like that tomorrow. 

I thought God I'd love waking up to having the girl I love look at me like this."

"Everything is want. Everything I want. " he kissed me in my neck 

I giggled shrunging my shoulder up and I could feel the side of lips curl up. But he never move his head across my neck 

"That I think we should wake up like this everyday"

Kiss.

"Ya know how much I wanted you in that moment?"

Kiss.

"And how much I want you now"

Kiss.

"How beautiful you look." 

Kiss.

"How i just want you to be mine forever."

Kiss.

"And how happy i'd be if that was my life every day."

Kiss.

"How much I cherish you"

Kiss.

"How I'd make sure you'd never want for anything"

Kiss.

Then from my neck he moved move up with his nose but giving me small kissed until he reached my head  and could feel his hot breath on my ear

"And God how much I want you right now."

I was having trouble steadying my breath as one of his hands under my sweater just at the small of my back  his nose brushes up against mine and nuzzle it then finally moved in for a kiss. It was sweet but passionate and I could tell he was holding back a bit. Not wanting to rush me but when we broke I nodded to him. 

"You're sure?"

I nodded 

Point of view change 

He gave you opened mouthed kisses on you lips and had trailed down to you shoulders . He had giggled and as he sweetly kept saying "shhhh "

As Chris went to get on his knees he lowered yoj with him gently .

"I got you," he said so softly. Brushing hair away from your face as he lowered you to the floor completely, hovering over yiu body.  Seeing his smile you can't help but smile too. His hand went to your face as the other hand  one interlaced your fingers  interlaced together 

He gave you a kiss in the center of your neck so he can then tease you with his nose bringing it up to you Chris dragged his nose a bit reaching the top of your neck dragging you chin up with him as his nose moved up.  Your breath quickened a bit. And he noticed

"Hey, I got you relax Baby."

"I"

Kiss.

"Would never,"

Kiss.

"Hurt you."

Kiss

"Trust me" he nipped on your jaw and an  involuntary moan came out of your mouth Chris smirked at what he found. He started kissing you in your jaw

"Chris"

"Mmm??"

"Stop teasing"

"Yes my love," he put his mouth on yours. This time he moaned into the kiss making you somehow more relaxed and trusting and then the two of you made out like teenagers for practically and hour, only breaking when you needed hair. Neither one pg you exactly knew why you broke the kissing completely but you both were panting this then took a few moments before he rolled over on his back  catching his breath

You leaned on your side  putting your hand in his chest 

"Well that was boring"

He let our a chuckle as his arm wrapping around your waist bringing you to him. You kissed his jaw

"Don't start that again I need to breathe. Franky so did you." Yiu were panting a bit more, nit used to the Chris Evans kissing treatment.  Lying in front of the fire you two could just lay there in silence and it would be fine. Scratch that, it was fine. 

Neither of you are sure you'd been there when you spoke up

"I'm getting hungry"

"Me too" 

"Not like-"

"I know, I know I'm teasing. "

This is fun  though 

"Yea you think?" He chuckled 

He wrapped both arms around you pulling you into him placing letting kisses where he found any skin 

The heat of the fire keeping you both warm despite  the large ceiling to floor windows

There wasn't any thing for either of you  to  say. But  it didn't matter everything felt perfect regardless. 

A bit later, once you both could breathe normally you two laid down in bed snuggled together. Dodger who was perfected at the edge of the bed and how moved in front of the fire making you laugh 

"I uh think we took his spot."

You both snuggled together. 

And you both had fallen asleep before you knew it. But you had woken up at around 3 am.   

You blinked a few times and then looked up at him;  so beautiful, so handsome his eyelashes, the small curls on his lips and how they were still slightly swollen from making out before and then you remembered it's officially the New Year and you're in love for the first time in your life. Truly in love. Even though it excited you your heart rate couldn't be more calmer. With him. 

You closed your eyes again, with a smile on your face and then next time you opened them seeing Chris face smiling at you.

"Happy new year love"

A Happy new year indeed…..

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You know how hard Andy has been working lately. You woke up earlier than him today to treat him to his favorite breakfast. It’s the least you can do. 

You start the coffee and get out his favorite coffee mug that you got him for his birthday one year. It says “thanks for all the orgasms” on one side of it. Let’s just say, that one stays hidden in the back cabinet when the family is over. 

You start making his favorite omelet with all the fixings, a side of bacon and a piece of toast. Once it’s all finished you get it plated and set up on a breakfast tray. You carefully walk up the stairs, trying not to trip over your feet like you normally do. 

“Where are you sweetheart?” You hear Andy shout from inside your bedroom.

“Coming!” You chuckles nervously as you lightly push open the door. Andy sits up in bed, a smile making its way onto his face. 

“You did all this for me?” He looks at you with amusement as you struggle to rest the tray on the bed. 

“Do you like it?” You ask, excitement in your eyes. 

“I love it.” He grabs your arm, pulling you around the tray and into his lap. “Almost as much as I love you.” Andy presses kisses against your neck, his beard tickling you. 

“But you love me most, obviously?” You turn your face to the side to glance back at him. 

“Obviously.” He pecks your lips and you smile against them. “Now, let’s eat this delicious food that my beautiful wife made me.” 

Andy scoots the tray closer to you, keeping you in his lap. After every bite he takes, he gives you one until you both finish the food. Andy places the tray down on the floor before tackling you. You laugh as he settles above you. 

“I have to get ready for work and so do you mister.” You use one hand to run through his hair, softly caressing the back of his head. 

“What if we just take the day off?” 

“You know we can’t do that.” You try to push him away by his shoulders. 

“We can do whatever we want.” Andy starts kissing around your chest and up your neck, before kissing your lips again. You roll your eyes from his playfulness. 

“Let me give you a reason to stay in bed.” Andy moves one hand under his shirt that you put on this morning. You shiver from the warmth of his hand on your cold skin and a bright smile takes over your face. You’ve never been able to deny Andy what he wants. You love him too much. 

“How can I argue with that?”

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One more question 👉👈 can we get a list of who and what fandoms you write for ?

Thank you for asking this! Y'all go follow my bestie <3

Y'all can always request other characters— but here are the ones I usually write for(usually smut):

Vampire Diaries:

-Damon Salvatore

-Klaus Mikealson

-Elijah Mikealson

-Kathrine Pierce

Euphoria:

-Nate Jacobs

-Fezco

-Rue Bennet

-Maddy Perez

Stranger things:

-Eddie Munson

-Steve Harrington

-Robin Buckley

-Billy Hargrove (but obviously a not racist version of him)

-Peter Ballard (001)

-Dimitri (Enzo)

-Jim Hopper

Marvel:

-Bucky Barnes

-Steve Rogers

Defending Jacob:

-Andy Barber

Fresh:

-Steve Kemp

Harry Potter:

-Draco Malfoy

-Fred Weasley

-Sirius Black

-Tom Riddle

Peaky Blinders:

-Thomas Shelby

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You Know Me Like No One Ever Has Chapter 2

So we are going to just forget about the whole posting two times a week. That isn't going to happen. Anyhow, this is my first time ever writing anything smutty. So I apologize for the quality, this is something I have experienced it is just hard to put into words. Thank you for reading!

Warnings: talk of self hatred, suicide (I think is the best way to describe it), self harm, drug use, and brief mention (blink and you will miss it) of sexual assault, male masturbation, kinda description of sub space (I am having a hard time describing it), butte plug and lingerie. 18+ Attempted proof read.

Word Count: 1,116

Chapter 2

When TJ got home he still felt a sense of calm and safe, from his interaction with Andy. He doesn’t think he has felt this way with anyone. Usually when he goes sub by himself he usually feels scared, and on the brink of dropping. But this time, he feels safe, kinda floaty and smol. He then remembers the guide that is therapist gave him for when he went into his space when he was by himself. TJ drops his shoes and jacket at the door, and walks to his bedroom. In his nightstand is the book that his therapist gave him to help him when he is like this. But when he sits down he feels really itchy, and that all of his clothes are out of place on his body. He decides to undress till he is completely nude and starts reading. 

1. Remove any obvious dangers in the room with you. These may include:  knife, drugs or anything else in the room that you feel like you may use against yourself in a non enjoyable fashion.

Ok, TJ doesn’t have any drugs in the apartment thanks to his grandma and then he turns to his dresser and pulls out the knife that has been his “relief” recently. He moves this item into his safe in the living room. TJ returns to the room proud of himself for not using the sharpened object.

2. Turn phone on to no disturb with only contact available as me.

TJ grabbed his phone and did as doc directed, making it only possible to call her with out solving a math problem.

3. Get into bed and be in what feels comfortable to you.

Naked in bed = comfy

4. Try to recall what caused you to go into this space.

Andy Sexy Daddy Barber

5. Once you feel comfortable enough start touching yourself in a the fashion 

that you wished to be. 

OK. So how did he want it though. Well all he could think about when Andy’s voice lowered was how much he wanted to be filled to the brim by the man. But wait. TJ checked the book again making sure there was no other things that he should do. 

6. If you have a sudden change in mood, such as a drop, call me

immediately. 

Rest of instructions are for after care and the morning after. DO NOT read before then. -Doc Dotty

Ok so no more book for a while. TJ was surprised himself with how much he was able to maintain focus while in this state. Everything was starting to get hazy as he laid in the bed and stared at the ceiling. His body started to kinda numb and was in the best described as a content space.

After a couple of minutes one part of his body was not happy being just “content”. TJ dragged his hand down lower on his body and wrapped around his pre cum dripping dick. TJ isn’t sure when he got completely hard only knowing that Andy had something to do with it. He remembered that he wanted to be filled so, being a little more aware he reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out his plug and lube. He lubed up his fingers and started to open himself up, considering the plug was on the larger side. TJ started with one finger, moving in and out of his tight warm heat. He cried out when he hit his beautiful bundle of nerves and added a second finger. TJ kept pumping in and out of himself, building up a thin sheen of sweat across his taught body. He got a third finger inside his little hole and decided he was open enough for the plug. 

Now this plug didn’t just simply sit inside of him all snug. No. It fucking vibrated. 

With the plug perfectly in him TJ took the remote and turned it on, and screamed. The plug was so big that it sat right on his prostate. TJ did not realize how sensitive he was until then. He started squirming and that’s how he ended up on his stomach. The silk sheets underneath his body felt amazing, and he wanted more. Somehow, TJ was able to reach the remote and shut off the plug. Standing on shaking legs, he walked over to his dresser and went to the bottom drawer. From there he pulled out a red pair of stockings, garter and a thong. All of this is sheer lace was in TJ’s favorite deep red color. He walks over to turn the main light off and instead turns on his rope lights to red. As he walks back to his dresser he closes his closet doors, where his mirror his hanging. 

No matter how many times he had put on the lingerie he still can’t get himself to look at how it clings to his body. This is his secret pleasure. He has never let anyone see him in it, that includes himself. He has never felt comfortable in his own skin. Sure he has shared intimacy with others but only a handful has he ever full gave in. His family tells him that he is beautiful and worthy of love. But after what happened to him as a teen and growing up in the public, he never believed them. TJ got it in his own head that the only reason that his family (beside his grandma) kept him around was because he made them look good. The were the first political family with an openly gay son. He was an asset for them.

After a couple of tries and almost falling, TJ was finally able to get the lingerie set on. He crawled back onto bed and turned the plug back on. He could feel his pleasure shooting up his spin in the most delicious way. He ended up on his stomach again. With the thong gripping his dick he started grinding his hips into the mattress. He only lasted a couple of minutes until he came screaming and toes curling. 

TJ laid there a couple of minutes, trying to catch his breath. He felt really good, and still kinda floaty. He got up and took off his lingerie, took out the plug and put new sheets on his bed. TJ went into the bathroom and jumped in the shower. His entire body was sensitive and the shower almost stung from the stimulation it created on his skin. He didn’t dare use his loofa fearing the pain it would create. 

After his very short shower, TJ climbed into bed and fell fast asleep, hoping to sleep the entire night.  

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Andy Barber is having an affair with his assistant while his wife reader is waiting for him at home then decided to divorce him

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“Why are you waiting up?” Andy asked coming in through the front door, coming home late from work once again, his hair disheveled along with his shirt and trousers.

“How was she Andy?” I asked bluntly swirling the glass of wine in my hand, needing to calm myself down after taking care of our daughter all day, she was only 4.

“How was who? What are you on about Y/n?” Andy said cautiously putting down his briefcase, his hands on his waist as he walked closer to me.

“Lucy, your assistant. I think you forgot to tell her not to send me your pictures and videos hun. Must say you put on quite the performance” I joked not even looking at him, my chest starting to tighten remembering the videos that bitch had sent to me, claiming my husband was now hers.

“Y-you were never meant to see that honey, I promise. It was a mistake, I was feeling lonely and-“

“LONELY? YOU WERE FEELING LONELY? You’re working Andrew, I’m here alone taking care of a child because no one else can. I stay up and cook you dinner, I do your laundry, I listen to you rant about your work, I love and wait on you. NOW YOURE SAYING YOUR LONELY? HELL WHAT THE FUCK AM I THEN?”

“Calm down Alecia is sleeping-“

“I don’t give a flying fuck Andy, I really don’t. You’re a piece of shit. Why would you do that to me? To alecia? To this family? I knew I should have trusted Laurie when she warned me about you”

“FINE YOU WANNA KNOW WHY? BECAUSE EVER SINCE WE HAD ALECIA YOUVE NOT TOUCHED ME ONCE! I HAVE NEEDS TOO Y/N, AND IM SORRY THAT IT TOOK MY ASSISTANT TO FULFIL THEM”

Nodding at his red flushed face, I turned around and picked up the brown envelope I had picked up this morning from my lawyer.

“Well hopefully she can fulfill the place of your wife and daughter, we’re over Andy. For your information, if all you needed was sex to break this marriage, you’re the pathetic one here. Not me. Sign these papers”

“Now hold on don’t you think you’re overreacting? I promise you it won’t happen again” He pleaded grabbing onto one of my hands, his face creasing with worry.

“How can I ever trust you again huh? BECAUSE NOW WHENEVER YOU GO OFF TO WORK, ALL I CAN THINK ABOUT IS YOU AND THAT FUCKING WOMAN ANDY”

Taking a deep breath with his hand brushing over his face, he then asked, “ What about Alecia”

“Well we can ask her what she wants to do, but I will fight for her any chance I get Andy. You may have broken this marriage, but you will not take my daughter away from me”

“You can’t do that-“

“I can. You weren’t supposed to cheat and now look what happened”

“So we’re over just like that? You don’t even wanna work it out?”

“You literally fucked another woman instead of talking to me, so yes, just like that”