#andy barber x poc!reader

[cevansbrat0007]

What's Eating You, Mr. Barber?

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

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

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

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

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

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

Later that Evening…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Not really.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God, he always smelled so good.  

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

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

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

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

“Because?” 

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

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

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

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

Being a brat got your motor running. 

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

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

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

“Yep.”

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

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

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

“Ow!” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You can count on it.”

END

[flordeamatista]

THE DEVIL

pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader

concept: The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

word count: 1k

warnings: sex tape + corruption kink + pussy slapping, nicknames: (Angel)

a/n: The devil card depicts intense sexual desire and physical attraction.The Devil is the gateway into the future kinks.

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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The lure of temptation, seduction, and lust he offered filled your head ecstatically.

Your wings were scattered at your feet as you stood rigidly in his home office.

His radiant blue eyes met yours with a languid gaze, making you feel heat prickling beneath your skin. He swept his eyes up and down your body, and his hands slowly moved over your curves. “I wonder if your parents are looking for you,” lifting you onto his lap with one arm while the other braces against your chest.

A hand slapped your pussy as it dug through your naked form, exploring every inch of it.

"The party gets drunk downstairs, but my touch will make your pussy drunk here." When your head fell back against him, his hot breath heated up in your ear. He grinned into your neck while biting your skin. “So desperate to be touched, aren’t you?”

You closed your eyes and wondered if it was all a dream or if reality had tricked you. The Halloween party had already begun earlier that evening, and you’re almost naked on his lap, wearing only your angelic halo. 

Your body vibrates in anticipation as you sit on the devil’s lap, with your once pure angel wings lying on the ground.

An inferno looms to consume you whole when the spark within you ignites.

Your heart surrenders to his touch, allowing yourself to be influenced by the promise of pleasure and the unknown.

There is an electrifying quality of being around him, but it is also terrifying; you know it is dangerous territory, but you can’t help feeling drawn in by his dark charisma. His midnight blue eyes promise a night of sensuality and debauchery beyond your wildest dreams.

You’re helpless as he whispers softly and tastefully, and you’re beckoned into the unknown by his sinful dirge. 

A tingling sensation runs down your spine when you catch sight of his gaze.

There is something dangerous about your attraction to him, and what will happen if you comply with him?

While you appear angelic, his aura is testing you into darkness.

A knowing smirk curls his lips as he stares at you as if he knows exactly who you are and what you want.

He pulled out his phone from his pocket and swiped it until the camera was on.

His right hand was poised over the phone while his left touched your body. He spoke low and velvet-smooth, saying, “I want this recorded proof that even angels can moan for devils.” Taking your lips in a passionate kiss, he traced circles across your skin, generating sweltering heat.

With a smile, he roars like a devouring demon, and his firm contours blend perfectly with my angelic features.

When you both pulled apart, you saw his eyes blazing with desire. With each slap of his palm, a fire ignited within you, threatening to burn out of control.

“Show me how the devil can make pretty angels moan. Aren't you my pretty angel?.”

Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.

“You like that, don’t you?” His warm slaps glide across your clitoris, and he holds the phone close to your pussy.

As he taps your clit each time, pain and pleasure wash over you simultaneously. You need his fingers in your clit for him to release the orgasm and touch, so a slap does not suffice.

It feels like he might slip his fingers inside, but he slaps it away, leaving the breeze to cool the air.

In a warm embrace, his finger traces shapes around your pussy. A gentle tickle alternates with a firm slap that makes your hips jerk. Every time you shudder, you are slapped harder. 

You muffle a small moan against your palm as your body burns and your eyes tighten. 

His dark and menacing voice whispers in your ear. The phone moves closer to your face. You feel your body quiver as he punctuates the words with more intense pussy slaps. “Such a good angel.” 

There were no words between you as you walked forward and kissed the fiery.

Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.

The only force you could understand was a burning desire to be with him, but you could neither understand nor resist it.

There is no escaping the devil when the night is dark and your heart is led by him.

[dilemmaontwolegs]

Crossing Lines || Andy Barber

Andy Barber x defence lawyer!fem!reader

Summary: Your marriage is stagnant but then Andy comes along and reignites a fire you thought was long gone. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, smut, cheating (this is fiction, we don't approve of cheating here) WC: 1771

Your job as a Defence Attorney was extremely time consuming. In Newton, Massachuesetts it was mostly spent defending wealthy men and women with their divorces. The small city rarely had any high profile cases. Still, the above average rate of divorces kept you working late and missing more time with your family.

“Honey, I’m home.” You called out as you stepped into your modest home, on a modest street, full of modest people. 

The quiet of the house was heavy and you sighed as you dropped your keys into the bowl beside the door. You dipped your head into the living room but found the tv off and the room empty. Making your way upstairs, you checked your son’s room and found him fast asleep, his homework splayed across his desk. After a quick check and a few corrections on the pages, you placed a soft kiss on his head and wished him sweet dreams.

“You missed dinner.” Your husband stated without emotion. “Your parents say hi.”

“I’m sorry, I got caught up with-”

“The case.” He scoffed. “It’s always the same, always an excuse.”

“I said I was sorry.” You sighed as you pulled your office clothes off and dropped them in the laundry hamper before going to wash your makeup off. “How was Jamie’s day at school?”

“Ask him tomorrow when you are home in time for dinner.” 

When you stepped out of the bathroom ready for bed your husband closed the book he was reading and placed it on the bedside drawers. 

“I hate to sound like a broken record.”

“So don’t.” You cut in as you pulled the blankets back and climbed in.

“But I married you with the intention of actually seeing you, being with you.” He said, rolling over to face you. 

“You want sex? Is that it?” You asked plainly, reaching for his hand and bringing it to your breast. 

“I want intimacy, I want my wife.” He corrected but you knew his game. Every few weeks he would make a big deal about missing out on time with you but suddenly the need was gone with a quick round of sex. 

You coaxed him closer and felt his erection digging into your skin. “Come on then, have your wife.” 

The spark that had been a raging inferno when you met 10 years ago had lost its heat after graduation, marriage and then having a child. It was now a rapidly cooling ember and you didn’t know how to save it without sacrificing your career, something you had worked so hard to get. Even the sex couldn’t stop your mind from wandering to the office, the work you had piling up and the list of to-do growing with every thrust. 

A few moans here, a kegel exercise there and your husband stilled above you, a grunt exerting with his release before he collapsed to his side of the bed. You weren’t sure if he believed your fake orgasm or if he just didn’t care anymore but after his quick trip to the bathroom he was sound asleep. 

You left him to his rest as you showered away the mess he had spilled between your legs and took your own pleasure for yourself, biting your lip to suppress the real moans that crawled from your throat. The real orgasm finally gave you a moment's peace from your thoughts, chasing away the pressure you were facing and allowing you to climb into bed and sleep without the fitful dreams that plagued you.

Three Months Later “Good morning, Mrs Y/L/N.” 

You spun around at the deep voice, nearly losing the stack of files in your arms as you did so, and found the Assistant District Attorney reaching out to help straighten the pile so they wouldn’t fall. 

“Would you like a hand?” Andy offered, placing his empty coffee cup into a rubbish bin so he had both hands free.

“I can manage, thanks Andy.” You smiled but it failed slightly when you noticed the crease on his forehead. “Everything alright?”

“Yeah…no. It’s just a case, you know how it is.” He shrugged before noticing the doors to Judge French’s office open. “I better get in there. It was good seeing you, y/n.”

“You too.” You smiled and watched him disappear into the room. 

Despite being on opposite sides of the courtroom, Andy was one of the few prosecutors who didn’t look at you like you were an evil incarnate for defending the people you did. He was always polite and made conversation, even out of work when you would occasionally pass him in the street. 

When you came out of your own meeting, where yet another divorce came to an amicable end that was settled out of the courtroom, you found Andy pacing the corridor with his phone to his ear and his free hand tugging at his tie. A frustrated growl caught you by surprise, not expecting such a feral sound to come from the relatively softly spoken man, and he ended the call as he dropped to a bench seat. 

“You look like you could use a coffee.” You said as you stopped in front of him. 

His eyes traced your body as they turned up to meet you and he sat up a little straighter before clearing his throat. “Only if it's half whiskey.”

“That bad huh? Wanna talk about it?” You asked as you took a seat next to him, knowing you had some free time before you were due in court that afternoon. He gave you a look that made you chuckle and you held your hands up in surrender. “Yeah, I figured, but the offer is there if you ever need it.”

“I could still do with a coffee.” He admitted as he silenced his phone from the call that popped up. “If you have time.” 

“For coffee, always.” 

The trailer parked at the curb had a queue but somehow Andy was able to skip it and took the two steaming cups from the vendor, handing you one as you began to wander along the sidewalk away from the courthouse.

“How was the dinner party last week?” Andy asked as you walked along, his shoulders brushing yours every so often when another pedestrian would pass by. “Laurie said she had a great time.”

“I’m assuming it went well but I have to admit I missed it.” You sighed, remembering the fight that night when you got home. “Had hell to pay for that too.”

Andy laughed knowingly and nodded. “This isn’t exactly a 9 to 5 job.”

“And he knew that when he married me. I don’t know what he was expecting, I put my career on hold for two years after Jamie was born but I think he thought I would quit and play the housewife.” You huffed and took a deep breath to calm the fire erupting in your belly. “Sorry, you don’t want to hear about my struggling marriage.”

“By all means, please vent.” He offered sincerely, looking at his phone that showed Laurie ringing once again before he silenced it. “It stops me from having to think about mine.”

“We shouldn’t be doing this.” He murmured as he threw his jacket over the back seat and began unbuckling his belt. 

“I know.” You agreed, pulling your skirt over your hips and climbing onto his lap. 

“But you feel so good.” He moaned as his hands pulled you down on his cock, impaling you as you gripped his shoulders.

What had started off as a one time mistake quickly turned into a weekly mistake. There was an understanding and acceptance he had about your job that your husband never would. There were no expectations. It was always spontaneous. 

“This is the last time.” You murmured against his lips as he bounced you on his dick, his large hands gripping the meat of your ass. 

“You said that last time.”

The windows were misting from the heat your bodies were producing in his car, the dark woods empty except for the black sedan parked with its lights off. The only light came from the moon but it was more than enough to see Andy’s handsome features and you brushed your fingers through his dark beard that you had felt tease every inch of your skin. 

“I mean it this time.” You weakly asserted, more for yourself than him. “This is crossing so many lines.”

“I know.” He swallowed as he stole your argument in a feverish kiss that left your lips burning. “But you make me feel things I thought had died out a long time ago.”

You knew the passion he was talking about, you felt it too. It wasn’t just between the two of you either but it was changing all aspects of your life. You had more fire to fight for your clients, you took more control over your schedule and made time for your son. The sun felt warmer, the sky more blue. The only cloud was the strained relationship with your husband. 

“I’m going to file for divorce.” You blurted out before you could stop it, his movements freezing beneath you.

“What?” He blinked as he tried to clear his head and think properly. “Why?”

“Because I don’t love him.” Finally having the clarity you had been missing all year. “He’s a great dad but that’s not enough for a marriage.” 

“I get that but is this because of me?” He frowned as you cupped his cheeks and stroked his smooth beard with a shake of your head. 

“You helped me realise the truth but this isn’t your fault.” You began to roll your hips slowly, relishing in the feel of his body as his eyes fluttered shut. “This has to be the last time.”

You felt empty as you sat in your car and watched him drive away. Everything in you wanted to grab your phone and call him back but it was better this way. He had a lot to think about and you would give him the time he needed, you would be busy settling your divorce for the foreseeable future anyway. 

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you felt his lingering kiss on your lips and knew the next time you saw him it would hurt more than it did now. You wouldn’t have the sweet ache between your thighs to remind you of the nights spent with him, you wouldn’t have the swollen lips from his desperate kisses. You could only hope that he felt what you did and found his way back to you.

[missacidburn928]

Was Feeling Some Type Of Way

So I sat down and this flowed out...(attach whichever fictional man you desire)

“Why are we like this? Why do I feel like I have to walk around on eggshells when you’re actually home? When did the raging fire inside me settle into smoldering ash? Was it when I could tell your mood by the sound of your steps coming down the hall? Or did you slowly beat it out of me with every hand you raised in anger? I never thought I would be in this situation. Swore I would never be that girl. But I was blinded by your façade of the perfect gentleman. The mask you hide behind in your day-to-day life. Like a true sociopath you mirror emotions with practiced perfection. A practically flawless performance. Hell, you had me fooled and under your spell. So much so, that I thought I deserved every unkind act you did to me. Every bruise, every fatigued muscle. And I begged for any crumb of affection you would bestow on me. Your good girl. Your perfect little whore.”

The look on his face is one I have yet to see before. It’s a mix of his usual mild annoyance when I speak my mind and the eyes of a man primed for the kill. To render my flesh from the bone.

But I’m no longer scared. He fucked up when he left me bloodied on the floor while he disappeared on business for weeks. The longest he has ever been away. While my body healed, so did my resolve to leave. But I wasn’t going to skirt away in the night. Oh, no. I was going to say my peace before I left this life behind. Knowing full well, I may not make it out of this house alive.

“I’m done riding this merry go round of delusion. I’m well past enjoyment and just full on nauseated. If I don’t attempt to remove myself now; I know that I will succumb to the ultimate escape. For like a butterfly captured in jar I only have so much air before your either free me or place me under glass for display.”

“You’re talking in riddles and nonsense. You love me. And you know how insanely in love with you I am. It’s how you’re able to drive me to do such crazy things. I have only ever hurt you because I get overwhelmed by my emotions, and I lash out. But I always make it up to you. I always come back. I would never turn my back on you. And you’re telling me that you’re what…leaving me? Like somehow, I’m just going to let you out that door without a fight.”

His eyes darken. “You. Are. Mine.” He takes a step in my direction. “I will chase you down to the ends of the earth if I need to and drag you all the way back kicking in screaming because the only place you should be allowed, is by my side.”

Unbeknownst to him, when he took the rather large step to try and intimidate me into submitting to his whims like in the past, he left a wide enough space behind him that lead straight to the partially opened front door. It was my one and only chance to break free.

Before I could think better of it, I cut to my left to make it around his large frame. Barely making it past the birth of him and the wall. With no time to waste I made a mad dash for the door. Wanting to be as far away from his reach as possible. As I crossed the threshold, I felt a finger slip into the back loop of my jeans…

[bluemusickid]

Thots ahead, explicit sexual description, smut, minors DNI

(Gif credit: @unearthlydust )

I want Chris Evans to eat me out. Not just eat me out, devour me. Whole. Like, he's pinned me down against the mattress, probably holding my thighs down. They're shaking from his voracious mouth attacking my core. It's probably been hours, but he won't let me come. I want to feel his beard, tickling my inner thighs, the prickly sensation a juxtaposition to the warmth of his mouth. I want to feel his tongue caress my nub softly, at first, and then engulf it as I hold his head down, urging him on and begging him not to stop. I want to feel his fingers work in tandem with his mouth, a rhythm which'll wreak havoc on my insides, setting them aflame as I hurtle to completion. I want to feel him attack my g-spot as my juices wet his beard, his tongue becoming more and more insistent. Finally, I want to wrap my thighs around his head as I come, practically drowning him as I explosively reach my end. I want to feel his soft kisses on my thighs, on my torso, on my breasts as he lets me calm down, his soft caresses on my skin bringing me back to earth.

Alas, it is just wishful thinking at this point.

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: Part 13 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - Sorry for not posting in ages, work and personal life got in the way but here is the next installment.

It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari arrived at the college the next day with a spring in his step. He was whistling a Bollywood song as he walked into the staff room. August and Sy saw him first wondering what got Ari so overjoyed. 

"Hey dude, I see you're feeling better. Andrew told us you were sick yesterday," Sy said, patting Ari on the back. 

"I had food poisoning yesterday, a much needed rest and I am back to normal," Ari said walking over to the coffee machine to make himself an espresso. 

"That sounds rough man," Steve says, shaking Ari's hand and offering him a spoon for his coffee. Jenson walked over, headphones on, singing a song loudly making the teachers laugh. He didn't look where he was going, and bumped into Ari, coffee spilling onto Ari's shirt. 

"Oh crap, sorry man," Jensen said, taking his headphones off. Ari cursed, walking to the locker, where he kept a spare shirt. He discarded his shirt, the others gasping as they saw Ari's back covered in hickies and scratches. 

Everyone cheered, whistling, going towards Ari and congratulating him for getting with an Indian girl. 

"Dude, I see why you needed yesterday off," August said, winking at Ari. Ari blushed, looking down to see bruises, hickies and scratches all over him. He felt shy, but also proud of what they got up to yesterday. 

"Shhh," Ari said, slipping on the clean shirt, writing a note to get the other shirt dry cleaned. 

"Ari got laid," Frank and Colin sang, making Ari blush. 

"Guys stop it, we are not school kids. We are adults," Ari said, so happy to see Andy coming over. They hugged one another as the other professors were leaving to go teach. Ari and Andy had another free lesson so they went down to the canteen to grab some food and talk. 

“Thanks for covering for me man, I appreciate it,” Ari said, grabbing some paratha and chai to eat for breakfast while Andy just got a strong coffee to drink. 

“You’re welcome, was everything ok,” Andy said, hiding his yawn. 

“Yes,” Ari said blushing, making Andy quirk an eyebrow at him. 

“What happened,” Andy said, curious as to what was going on while they sat down to eat. 

“We had some fun that’s all,” Ari said smirking, making Andy chuckle inbetween yawns. 

“Oh ho Romeo,” he said, yawning once again. 

“Everything ok with you buddy,” Ari asked, seeing Andy rub his eyes, yawning out loud.

*Flashback* 

Y/N had arrived home from work earlier than normal, she made dinner, lit some candles and went to get ready in a nice olive green dress showing off all her curves. Andy arrived home 20 minutes later, smiling to see his wife home before him for one. She walked up to him, taking his jacket off and putting it and his bag on the table. Y/N leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her fingers through his luscious locks, their nose touching every so slightly before she slowly leaned in to kiss his lips.

The kiss got deeper, her fingers raked into his hair, his arms wrapped around her body. Moans escaped the room, the room getting warm from their bodies. Y/N leaned away from the kiss, biting her lip just staring at Andy before moving closer as she started to unbutton his shirt and take it off him. 

“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest while fumbling with the buckle belt trying to open it. She finally got it open and opened the trousers to push down. Y/N stopped, moving away to slip the dress off and throw it on the floor before moving closer to Andy and kissing him once again. 

“Let's make a baby, I am ready,” she whispered letting the dick enter her pussy, she grinded on him, feeling the friction between the two. Andy a few seconds later, yawned, stopping her. 

“Stop for a second honey, I’m tired,” he said, slowly slipping out of her. 

“What the hell Andrew,” she said angrily, he just slipped out of her while she was grinding on him. 

“Honey, I have had a long day at work. I just want a shower, eat and then go to bed,” he said, seeing Y/N grit her teeth and look at him angrily. 

“What the hell, you know tonight we are trying for a baby,” she said, really annoyed at him. 

“Things change ok, we can try tomorrow,” he said, moving away to the kitchen. Y/N threw his clothes at him and started to scream. 

“You need to calm down, woman,” Andy said, gritting his teeth at her. It had been a long day at work and he wasn’t in the mood. 

“You knew about this for weeks Andrew, for god sake i am ovulating,” Y/N shouted.

“I know that Y/N, but I am not a machine. We will try for a baby on the weekend when we both relaxed,” he said looking at her, getting more angry and throwing a glass his way. 

“So now it’s the weekend. Andrew, do you even want a baby with me,” she said, falling onto the floor crying into her hands. Andy sighed, moving towards her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, letting her cry it out in his chest. In a few minutes the crying stopped and Andy carried her bridal style upstairs, changing into pajamas and tucking her into bed. He kissed her head, shutting the door behind and walking down to eat and watch some tv. 

*End flashback* 

Andy sighed, yawning as he looked at Ari not sure how to tell him. He took few gulps of his coffee before speaking, 

“Y/N and I have been trying for a baby for the last 6 months. It has been difficult for us, with all the trying and following her schedule it hasn’t worked,” he said, feeling a pit in his stomach. 

“I am sorry pal, is there anything you can do,” Ari asked looking at Andy putting his hands through his hair, feeling frustrated. 

“We have seen a few doctors, taken some tests and followed everything they said. Nothing works and yesterday we had a fight where I couldn't even be in the same room as her so I slept on the couch,” Andy said, sighing, rubbing his eyes downing the last part of his coffee. 

“Sorry man, that sounds rough. Is there anything I can do to help?” Ari said, looking at Andy yawning, moving his head from side to side. 

“Thanks for listening, I’m not sure there is anything else anyone can do” Andy said, rubbing the creak of his neck as it was stiff from sleeping on the couch. 

“Andy, look I don’t know if this will help but my best friend back home is a top obstetrician. I can get in contact with him and ask to speak to you both. You don't have to say yes right away, but think it over with Y/N," Ari said, hearing the bell ring, time for his first class of the day. 

“Thank you Ari, let me talk it through with Y/N and then get back to you,” Andy said, hugging Ari as they both got up, putting their stuff in the bins before heading to their classes.

[adoreyouusugar]

Does anyone remember that Chris Evans fic I think it was under Ari Levinson or Andy Barber where the reader asks them to be especially rough and maybe even hit them during sex as a sort of release and the CEvans character doesn’t really seem to be all that into it but does it for the sake of their partner being able to get a release and then they apologize afterwards for it even though the readers asks for it

I think the title was under like “ don’t understand “ or something like that because the CEvans character really want into the degrading of their partner because like I said the partner wanted the man to be especially vile in a way but I know for sure it wasn’t Lloyd Hansen because well that would work too well wouldn’t it

[chaashni]

Hi!!

It's been too fucking long, isn't it?

This is Vee, and here I am, finally back from extinction!Salty from the wounds tumblr left on me by taking away my account? Sure. Still too in love with marvel and all of you to to leave? Absolutely.

I'll be putting up my stories again, and thats gonna be one hell of a work but I'm a dedicated girl, aren't I?

Most of my older fics were reblogged to my other account, @chaashnifics , but that doesn't work because of the read more option🙁. Most of the Highlighter! Harry series was written on tumnkr itself, so its more or less lost, but don't worry, I still simp for our horny Rockstar and I won't ever stop getting crazy ideas, so its all good😁

Requests are open and I'll see if I can host a sleepover soon. Also, I write for Mark Spector now!!

Tagging some of my old moots so they know I'm here!

@princessphilly @thismaydestroyme @adashofniallandasprinkleoflunacy @musingsinmoonlight @meetmymouth @jarofstyles

[enretrogue]

𝗝𝗔𝗡𝗨𝗔𝗥𝗬 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

THE GRAY MAN

SIERRA SIX/COURT GENTRY

Kiss Me. Right Here. Right Now. — @lloydsbitch

Kinktober Day 1: Floor Sex — @someplace-darker

Vacation Sex w/ Six — @charnelhouse

The Babysitter — @runa-falls

Cozy — @sierrasixed

Bullet For You — @stardustdreams-andcaffeine

LLOYD HANSEN

His One Weakness — @secretswiftymarvelfan

Rainbow Baby Drabble — @imaginedreamwrite

Boring, Boring, Boring ⎢ Pt. 2 — @rustytricycle

In My Memories You Sleep — @shotgunbunny

Don’t You Shiver — @the-iceni-bitch

Untitled Drabble — @rogerswifesblog

Yours To Ruin — @rosedpetal

Hatred — @ichorai

Shopping w/ Lloyd — @universitypenguin

Be Aware Of Your Surroundings (+Andy Barber) — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

Deception Isn’t Sexy — @shotgunbunny .☘︎ ݁˖

Only You — @dungeonpuppykai

Everything For You Sunshine — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

The Trip — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

It’s You And Me Forever — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

Little Slut — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

My Best Friend’s Dad Is The One For Me — @sstan-hoe .☘︎ ݁˖

Wedding Crasher — @imyourbratzdoll

Code Red — @kthynes

Husband For Hire ⎢ Pt. 2 ⎢ Pt. 3 — @kthynes

Lloyd Hansen x Wife!Reader — @imyourbratzdoll

Funeral Planning — @xcaptain-winterx

Your Tears Are Delicious ⎢ Pt. 2 — @rustytricycle

Distract Me — @jomaskins

You Showed Me Colors You Know I Can’t See With Anyone Else — @hiscalamitouslove

Imagine… Waking Up To The Love Of Your Life — @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

Got A Jealous Bone — @the-iceni-bitch

SIERRA SIX + LLOYD HANSEN

Lloyd + Six Fighting Over Reader — @writing-wh0re

Precious Weapon ⎢ 2 ⎢ Midnight Confessions — @arrieebooks

[caramel-velvet]

Give Up | Andy Barber Smut

Warnings: Smut 18+ | Penetrative Sex | Rimming (Ass Eating) | Unprotected Sex | Choking Kink | Breeding Kink | Fingering | Use of the word Daddy once so slight but not explicit ✨Daddy Kink✨

Attempting to hold out on Andy on a camping trip. 

Reader is nondescript female in terms of race (I try not to use skin color or eye color etc.) But I am a woc so...

Word Count: 2.5K

You couldn’t help but absentmindedly move your food on the plate, mind tied up elsewhere as you tried to take in the voices at the table around you. Andy’s deep tone caused shivers down your spine as his foot caressed your leg under the wooden fixture. He’d been teasing you since you made it clear you would not be sleeping with him for the entirety of your trip. Looking up at him, you attempted to move your own feet back but his other trapped yours before you could even try to retreat. He glanced at you momentarily, licking his lips as he took in your flushed state. His eyes shifted back to Jacob as the boy carried on about what he’d done during the summer, Andy chirping in occasionally to offer explanations for the who’s, what’s and where’s to you when necessary. Jacob looked at you, his smile still as warm as when he’d first met you a week back when Andy had picked him up for hiking and fishing before school went back into session.

“You should really come, the movies are kind of low quality but the writing is really good,” he glanced back at his father “most of the time.” He joked, Jacob and Andy shared a laugh, probably an inside joke between the two.

Your mind raced as you recalled the conversation; amateur horror movies, and a theater in Andy’s old town. “Sure, I’d love to.” You paused to take a sip of your wine. “Have you thought of participating?” You set your glass down, your hands shaky as Andy's foot caressed just below your thigh. 

“I mean,” Jacob dragged out “Mom says I should, but I don’t even know where to start.”

“You have the film club at your school right?” Jacob nodded “Maybe start there, from what you showed us yesterday they might know a thing or two.” Recalling back to the night before when Jacob had shown you and Andy a few short films produced by his school.

“I don’t even think they’d go for it.”

“Nah,” You waved your hand “Exposure for the club, a wicked prize fee if you guys place, plus with a horror expert like you, I’m sure you guys could crank something out in no time.”

Jacob shrugged, “I’ll think about it.” He nodded “It would be kind of cool.” He shyly added, he peeked back at Andy with a small smile. His phone sounded off interrupting whatever thought he had. Pulling it out he lit up, “I’m gonna take this.” He looked at Andy for permission, the older man offering a silent nod. “Thanks for dinner.” Jacob raced up the stairs, leaving you with the man that had been teasing since you’d driven up to the cabin.

Andy couldn’t help but smile at you, “What?” you picked up your plate and Jacob’s walking to the kitchen sink. 

You felt Andy come up behind you, placing in his own empty plate under the now running water. His hands going to rest on your waist. Kissing the side of your head he mused “Nothing.” His lips traveled down to your neck, placing peck after peck causing you to breathe out slowly to try to hold onto whatever was left of your reserve. “Really think you could keep this up?” He asked rhetorically, his hands traveling to the front of your shorts, pecks against your neck turning sloppier as he panted against your nape. 

You could feel him behind you, hell you’d felt him pressed up against you every moment Jacob wasn’t within hearing distance. As wrong as it felt, you’d wanted him every moment you’d seen him interact with his son. Getting even more turned on seeing a new side of him. Andy’s erection rubbed at your ass, his hands undoing the button and sliding in past your panties, “See, you’re so wet for me.” He ground into you, his fingers moving slowly against your clit. “Feel how hard you make me?” Your eyes fluttered close as you almost dropped the plate you were attempting to clean. Having him this close was going to break you “Just give up sweetheart.” He sucked your bruised skin in between his teeth. You bent forward slightly, your eyes squeezing shut as you attempted to stay quiet. 

“I’m not” your voice trembled as Andy rolled his pelvis pushing you forward into his teasing fingers “fuck,” you moaned, trying to fight a losing battle “having sex with you while we’re here Andy.” You couldn’t risk Jacob hearing either of you. 

“Think you can’t stay quiet?” Andy sucked your earlobe in his hot mouth, swirling his finger around your center, his fingers flitting down to your entrance collecting the wetness gathered before he dragged his fingers between your lips, playing with your clit once more. You couldn’t find the will to answer, your mouth dropping open as you panted out low profanities.  You could feel Andy smirk. He removed his hand from your shorts, moving up your body tapping your lips, you sucked the two digits clean, your eyes rolled back as your head fell back onto Andy’s chest, imagining that it’d been his dick on your tongue instead. He groaned as you ran your tongue up and down slowly. Popping his fingers out of your mouth, Andy stepped back, you couldn’t help the sigh of relief you let out thinking he’d dropped it, this was your last night here, he could make it. Your body felt colder from the loss of contact all of a sudden. You tried to steady your hands to get through the last cup, your heart hammering away as the adrenaline rushing through you tried to find some way out. 

Andy dropped to his knees behind you, placing a light kiss on your lower back as he pulled down on your pants and underwear. “Andy.” You warned, trying not to make too much noise. You could hear the floor creak above you, a sure sign your boyfriend’s son was in his room. You moaned out as you felt Andy’s hands snake in between your thighs, his fingers plunging past your entrance. You shuddered at the intrusion, goosebumps riddled your skin as you felt his teeth bite into your ass cheek. 

“The faster you finish here, the faster I take you behind closed doors sweetheart.” Andy spoke against your skin. You took your bottom lip in between your teeth as Andy caressed your walls just right. Knuckles deep, he used his other hand to trace up your leg, then slowly parting your cheek away he placed a slight kiss to your puckered hole. You couldn’t help but grasp at the sink, your knees buckling as Andy’s tongue prodded past the muscle slightly. Shaking his head as he stiffened his tongue to circle around the tight rim. 

You put the glass onto the wares drainer with a loud clank, your free hand reaching back to hold Andy against you as you allowed yourself to fall forward. “Oh god,” your eyes clenching shut. Andy let out a moan against you, his fingers diving in and out of you as his tongue rubbed against your hole. He flattened his tongue, circling before pushing it into you. You could feel him wiggle the muscle, his hand shaking your ass cheek, “Don’t stop,” you begged, grinding your lower body against his face. Feeling him against you like this after having to hold back only seemed to push you closer to the edge. You tried not to call out his name as sparks shot down your spine, Andy’s fingers not relenting as he pulled away from you only to spit at your puckered rim. You arched forward with a muted cry as you tried to warn Andy, “I’m gonna cum.” Your veins felt as if they were iced over only to melt within milliseconds as Andy did not relent, his fingers and tongue thrusting into your separate holes at a mind numbing pace. Catching your breath felt impossible as Andy’s fingers shallowly thrust into you, his mouth placing pecks over your rarely used hole. You listened as the water ran, drowning out your wails of pleasure. Standing up, he made sure to pull your shorts back on, lightly whispering for you to head up to your room and wait for him. He reached around you to shut off the tap.

Turning, you glanced up at Andy, you could hear Jacob’s loud laugh echo through the cabin. “See, he’s too busy to worry about us.” Andy bought his lips down to yours, kissing him wholeheartedly, you pulled him flush against you. “I’d carry you,” his hands wrapped around you, “but that would be dangerous.”

“More dangerous than eating my ass in the kitchen.” You retorted, both of you laughing when you pushed him away to make your way to your shared room. Stripping off your clothes as soon as you shut the door, you laid on the bed as you tried to talk yourself out of getting your brains fucked out of you, stopping immediately when Andy sauntered in, locking the door and soon ridding himself of his sweater. 

Shaking your head, you propped yourself up on your elbows, your eyes danced down his body, stopping at his pants before shooting back up to make eye contact. Andy, getting the message, slowly undid his belt, his eyes never leaving yours. You brought your feet to the mattress, knees up to the ceiling as you bought your hands to tease at your already pebbled nipples. Sighing out as you dragged one hand down your torso and stopping at your clit. Looking on as Andy slowly dropped his pants watching the little show you put on for him. Shaking his boxers down and stepping out of them, he grasped at his cock, hissing out at the contact. Your focus jumped down to his red tip, he licked at his lips as his thumb dragged over the crown collecting pre-cum. 

“See what you do to me.” He walked up to you. He reached one hand out to you, pulling you to the edge of the bed. You continued to play with your clit, rubbing slow circles as you nodded up to him, back arching when the head of his dick dragged up your lips. He grinded against you, teasing your entrance before pushing in with one deep thrust. Your mouth dropped open, as you looked up at him, noting the way his eyes dilated as he bit his bottom lip to stop from groaning out. You didn’t stop the gasp that escaped from you as Andy pulled almost all the way out, leaving just the tip in as he plunged right back in. The thought of how you’d missed having him inside you crossed your mind. Andy took a hold of your leg, bringing it to wrap around his waist. “Keep playing with yourself” He panted.

“Like this?” You whimpered, teasing your hood. 

“Just like that,” he praised, thrusting back in, setting a pace that didn’t rattle the bed too much. You were still sensitive from cumming earlier, your toes curling as Andy hit the right spot within you. As your hand left your breast grabbing onto the sheets for leverage, looking down to see your body jerk back and forth to meet Andy’s thrusts. “Look at how well you take me sweetheart.” You looked down watching the two of you joined as one in the most carnal of ways to see how you creamed his dick, your juices mixing together. Andy was forced to slow down his thrusting as your ass continuously clapped against his thighs. Choosing to use his body weight to barrel into you, he couldn’t help but sigh out “Such a good girl.” He felt your walls clench around him everytime he pulled back. He moved his hands holding your legs to him to press your thighs to the sheets. Spreading you open, he felt your legs shake from the strain. You knew you wouldn’t last any longer. You stopped toying with your clit, it’d only cause you to finish sooner. 

You cried out pushing your head back, as you begged “Please,” Your hand pulling at the sheets, you could feel your body trying to seize up. 

“Don’t cum yet.” He ordered. You took in his body as best as you could, his thrusts getting deeper each time. You couldn’t try to muster out any words that made sense as you lost yourself in the pleasure shooting through you, you attempted to moan out his name “I know, baby.” He chided, his hands tightly holding down your thighs. You wished you could scream out, your eyes clenching shut as you focused on keeping your orgasm at bay. Andy’s own quiet grunts above you making it that much harder. “ God, look at you.” Andy spoke more to himself than you at this point. “Struggling to stay quiet.” He teased, his nails digging into your skin. “What about when it’s every night?” Your ears were hot, your neck craning to look down at him diving into you. “Huh sweetie,” He smirked as your eyes crossed briefly before looking up at him “what about when you’re all full of me.” He couldn’t hold back, feeling you tremble against him, one hand released your thigh, going to engulf your neck, placing pressure at the sides. “When we have kids of our own” Andy murmured. “Think you could be quiet then?”

“Yes” you gasped out your words a mix of agreement and pleasure, your hand holding his wrist as his hand tightened its grip on your neck, attempting to nod as you threw your head back “God, yes.” The thought of what it would be like to start a family of your own had crossed your mind multiple times during the week but hearing him say it, set something off inside you. Under your navel, it felt like something erupted. “Put a baby in me.” You breathed out. “Oh god, please.” Feeling a heat shoot all throughout your body as you looked up at Andy, knowing you couldn’t hold back any longer.

 Your words set him off, he threw his head back as he felt himself finish inside of you. His body emptying fully into you. He wasn’t sure if it was from the duration of time since he’d fuck you last,or just the sheer thought of seeing you with his child, but either way he didn’t care. You felt too good to care about anything else right now. Feeling him painting your walls, you tightened around him, clenching your teeth together to keep the screech bubbling inside your throat from escaping. Your hands grasping onto his arms tightly, as you both moved against each other to prolong the bliss that worked its way through your nerves. Wrapping your legs around Andy, you couldn’t help but giggle as your body finally relaxed. 

Andy released your neck, placing kisses on your chest before looking up at you. “Talking about having kids with you shouldn’t make me cum as hard as it did.” You could only hum in agreement. “Thinking about how you’d look pregnant shouldn’t turn me on as much as it is.” You choked slightly when you felt his lips wrap around your nipple. 

“You talk a big game Barber.” You raked your hand through his hair, closing your eyes “Acting like it’s not all because you wanna hear me say daddy.”

You felt him twitch within you. Your eyes shooting open as you looked down at him at the new revelation. 

[sebsbrokentoe]

Hi lovely! 😊💕

I was wondering if I could request something with Andy Barber x reader, like he’s seeing reader on the side and one day they meet up at a local bookstore, and they end up in one of the aisles near the back with his hand down the reader’s pants because he knows she has a kink about messing around in public?

Rendezvous

Main Masterlist  -  Andy Barber Masterlist

warnings: 18+, oral ( f receiving), squirting, degradation, fingering, Andy is always a warning, exhibitism? (kind of), Andy is still married in this, so cheating. (let me know if I missed something).

word count: 1372

MINORS DNI!

You needed to get out of work, you had enough of the talk. It was all gossip about Andy Barber and his beautiful family. About him and his wife and how much of a gorgeous couple they were. You couldn’t tell them that their marriage was falling apart or that they weren’t even sleeping in the same bed together anymore, and you definitely couldn’t tell anyone that you were seeing Andy.

 Then you would’ve been labelled as a homewrecker, but to you, they were as good as divorced. Of course, no one would understand that so you and Andy kept it under wraps until he was legally divorced, which never seemed to be happening soon. Every time you brought it up to Andy, he’d tried to change the subject. You were getting tired of being his dirty little secret but deep down you knew, you liked the thrill of sneaking around with him. If wasn’t as if your relationship wasn’t satisfying, that’s the entire reason you kept going back to him. So you didn’t complain when in the end you got what you wanted. 

You found yourself finding solace at the bookstore, loving the cosy atmosphere. It was owned by a lovely couple who never failed to greet you every time you came in, they’ve even tried to give you discounts on all the books you buy, but you always decline. You always loved browsing around the aisles, your fingers lingering on the spine of the books. Your eyes fluttering on the shelves, slightly overwhelmed by the large volume of books around you. 

You must’ve been lost in whatever you reading because you quickly lost track of where you were and how much time had gone by. People came in and out, not even glancing at your figure slumped in a chair. You could’ve fallen asleep there but the story in front of you intrigued you too much. 

“Whatcha reading there sweetheart?” You almost screamed at the voice behind you, but a hand was clamped over your mouth. You would’ve been scared if you hadn’t gotten a whiff of that cologne or if you didn’t look closely at the hand over your mouth. Your heart was still beating fast because of the scare and Andy continued to fuel the fire with his mouth. 

“I can feel your heartbeat honey, is it because I scared you or was it something else? I know how aroused you get reading those books. But you know nothing makes you feel as good as I do” Your eyes were wide open, struck by the casual tone of his voice and how sudden this was. You were just reading and now Andy was whispering all the things he’d do to you. You couldn’t wait to get home, but Andy was more than ready to take you here now. 

“Andy we can’t do this here, we’re in public, someone can see” As much as you pleaded with him, he wasn’t listening, continuing his assault down your neck, his hands moving everywhere on you as if he couldn’t get enough. “No one’s gonna see, the bookstore’s closed. Besides, I know you love it” Your eyes were rolling at the back of your head when he found your sweet spot. You couldn’t believe what was going on right now, you were at the back of a bookstore with Andy fooling around. How was the bookstore even closed? Unless he did something. 

“Andy, what do you mean that the bookstore is closed? Did you do something?” You knew you weren’t gonna get an answer soon when his hand slipped down to under your skirt, making small circles on your covered clit. You probably moaned too loud, but you couldn’t care. 

“Now what was that about people seeing? You claim to be this sweet innocent girl, but you wouldn’t care where I fucked you. You’re already desperate for my cock, look at you almost ready to come and I haven’t even properly touched you. You’re my little slut aren’t you.” 

All the words left your brain after that. You could only let out a strangled moan because his large hand soon wrapped around your throat, lightly squeezing on the sides, just how you like it. 

His fingers finally slid under your underwear, exactly where you wanted it. “Look at you, soaking my fingers. I bet I could fight my cock in there right away.” His lips bit your earlobe as he entered two fingers right into you, your walls sucking him in. You couldn’t hold off your orgasm any longer when his fingers hit that spot inside of you. You were squirming in the seat, from his fingers still inside of you, leading up to another orgasm. But his fingers pulled away at the last second leaving you pouting at the emptiness but you weren’t disappointed when he came around the chair getting on his knees to pull down your skirt and underwear together. 

You could tell this was affecting him by the bulge in his pants but he didn’t seem like he was concerned about that at the moment. 

“Fuck sweetheart, my pussy’s all ready for me. So glad I skipped on my evening snack, so I could eat this pussy for hours.” You were about to object, saying that you wouldn’t be able to handle so many orgasms because you knew when Andy’s hungry, he never stops. 

His tongue was all over, licking everywhere. He seemed to be enjoying himself too much, humming when he tasted you, the vibration making you hold on to his hair. He wasn’t slowing down, his tongue only working faster on your clit, slurping sounds echoing. With one hand holding you down, he spit on his fingers to spread your lips open looking at it for a few seconds before you pulled on his hair to get his attention. 

“Andy please I need to cum” You hoped begging would do the trick but he just seemed amused at your state. “Oh come on honey, you can do better than that” He had that sly smirk on his face as if he was amused by your begging and he was. He wasn’t going to take a half-assed request. 

“Andy please, I just need to cum” You really couldn’t do much better than that when your brain was foggy from all the pleasure. “Oh is my baby dumb from what I did already? Are you already out of words? My poor baby, it’s okay tho, daddy will take care of you” The way he mocked you just made you needier for his tongue and fingers. 

You didn’t have to wait any longer when he started his assault on your clit again, while his fingers began to slowly enter you. He could feel your walls clamping down on him already and his fingers were only halfway in. “Fuck honey, you can’t get enough, can you? You think you could squirt for me. If I just get that spot-” A small scream escaped you when he rubbed his finger on that spot that always turned you into a puddle. At this moment, you were thrashing in your seat, eagerly trying to get closer to your orgasm. With his fingers rubbing that spot and his tongue sucking on your bud, your orgasm began to unravel, your vision going white from the intense pleasure. You could tell when he retracted his fingers, now he was lightly licking the area, which was soaked completely due to your squirting. 

When you finally opened your eyes, you saw Andy with a pleased smile on his face and his beard glistening. You could tell from the look on his face that he wasn’t done for the day yet.

“Are you good sweetheart? you soaked through my clothes. Don’t worry about that though, we’ll go home and clean up, but we’re not done quite yet. Daddy’s gonna have fun later”

Even though you clenched at his words, you didn’t know how you could possibly handle more. But you couldn’t deny his cock, even if you tried. At this point, you couldn’t remember why you came into the bookstore today, or what could’ve happened if people saw the married lawyer with you alone and you didn’t care anymore.

tags: @leyannrae @you-expect-too-much @peyda @iwannabekilledtwice @harrysthiccthighss @greeneyedblondie44 @thehuntresswolf

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

Through the Storm

Summary: Andy helps you overcome your fear of thunderstorms.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And also a smidge mortified.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kay.”    

“Let me in, princess.” 

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

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

“Hey.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Good Lord, you sounded so pitiful right now. 

“The…storm?” 

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

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

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

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

“Mmhm.”

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

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

“Andy…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Try me.”

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

“Please.”

Guess that was your cue to start spilling your guts. 

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

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

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

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

At least not so far. 

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

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

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

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

“But I’m guessing you didn’t.”

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

“Listen, I know sometimes storms can seem–”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hmph. Easier said than done, handsome.

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

“But what if –.”

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

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

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

“Good.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Or walk properly, for that matter.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just the way he liked it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So are you.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Too bad your man is having none of it.        

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

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

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

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

“I…I know.” And you did know.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

END

[flordeamatista]

𝘼 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮

pairing:  soft dark!Andy Barber x ballet dancer!Reader

concept: Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

word count: 2.5k

warnings: soft dark Andy, blindfold, desire, fingering, poetic smut, lust, rough sex, p in v smut, body worship, possessive Andy, public sex-dressing room, tiny angst, unprotected sex, manipulation, dance themes,— nicknames: butterfly

a/n: Inspired by my ballet days and the song experience --Ludovico Eunaudi

lovely betas: @jobean12-blog and @writing-for-marvel

line divider: @s-tarksintern

Masterlist

Flying without wings, traveling without moving, seeing the entire universe without opening your eyes.

As you move, you embody your own language, poetic and emotional in a way you can't express with your words; seeing the audience's faces brighten up with happiness, sadness, or anger fills you with excitement.

Through one of your art pieces, you showed the crowd your story and danced into the emotions of expressing the story through your body. The movement flowed smoothly through your body, and you felt your hips your hips extending as your leg elongated up through your toes

Upon hearing the first melody, you closed your eyes, forcing a deep breath out of your nose into your lungs. To prove your exceptionality, you must prove your worth. In dance, the body is used as a medium to tell a tale with music. The aim is to create an artistic image with tunes in the bones.

The rhythm began to move you as soon as you heard the mellow beat, your limbs fully extended with every downbeat. 

You continued your routine, adjusting certain parts of your body to emphasize them. Seeing for his eyes only, since he was the reason you were on stage to begin with.

While standing in the doorway, his mouth curled into a smile. Watching your body move in sync with the music, he was captivated by its alluring appearance. 

His eyes break out of the trance, but only to be sucked back in by a trance much more alluring in your eyes. Stepping forward, he gazed into the mirror and met your eyes. Your skin came alive with the light of his crystalline gaze, illuminating every inch of your body and making you hyper-aware of his presence from head to toe. 

You stopped your movement and looked down at him in the mirror as he pulled a thick piece of black cloth from his jacket pocket. He quickly moved up behind you and placed the satin pink ribbon binding around your eyes. His blue eyes are going to be your eyes now, and he will lead you further into what you desire. He will make the light shine when he is around.

In spite of the darkness that surrounds my soul, it will rise in perfect light

Your eyes almost watered as you felt the ribbon slide over them. Andy's fingertips gently brushed the soft skin of your cheek. The sweet smell of his cologne and the way he touched your body made you want to dance.

In the same manner, as a soft classical melody, you whispered into the room: "You shouldn't be in here."

You will endure the pain of satin ribbons tightening your eyes , but Andy will lead the way.

It sounded like he was moving away from you and closing the door behind him. The sound startled you. Your heart raced as you heard the lock turn.

He whispered into your ear, “Butterfly, if you want me to stop, I won't.” 

You felt the heat of his breath against your skin. “Do you know why I won’t stop coming to you?” Through the mirror, he leaned closer to your neck to watch your movements. 

“Because you are mine to dance with. Day and night.” 

There was no fear that you would tell him to stop, who would refuse Andy and tell him to leave?

The touch of his lips on your ear made you loosen up. Though you couldn't see him, you stepped back and pressed yourself against him. 

Your back pressed against his front, and he inhaled deeply.

 “'I want a show of my pussy' sounds”

Your body brushed against his hips like a lover's dance. 

Your skin was so soft and he began kissing your neck, lightly nibbling at the most sensitive part. Your body seemed to be engulfed in flames when his lips touched your bare skin.

"Oh my!" you moan when Andy pokes his hungry mouth on your neck. 

"You were good tonight. I wasn't planning to stay, but I was going to send you my appreciation."

Andy bites down on your collarbone. Almost a growl escapes your lips. The moan he carved from your body. Tonight, your dance together begins with that moan. 

“You’ve got it, don’t you? That high. You want to be worshiped and adored." 

The words touched your body deeply and the truth penetrated your spirit. Being the best in the program was important to you, and you wanted to be seen in your own right. The moment of truth is Andy's way of showing you that you must be blind if you want to be seen, and that is what he needs to show you.

You felt shockwaves through your body as you imagined what he might do next if he knew how you felt. With your head turned to the side, you made access easier for him.

Let yourself be swept away to another world, another time, another place.

You were experiencing difficulties forming words, but your body was speaking for you. Andy kissed you on the neck and smiled. His hands moved to your waist as he pulled you closer, and you could feel his hard-on pulling against the fabric of his pants. 

Under your pink ballet leotards, he was curious to see what was hidden for him. His fingers danced over your body. As he ripped away the fabric along your shoulders, your bare back was exposed to him. Your body is a dance floor for him to do his steps on. 

Cool air hit your hot skin as he caressed it softly with his artful fingers. There was almost an electric sensation as his hands glided across your skin like magic. It seemed like tiny lightning bolts flew from his body to yours.

In the room, there seemed to be a thick layer of air. Andy found it almost impossible to breathe. A slow dance, exposing just a bit of your skin at a time, was the way he hoped to capture every feature, every dimple, every freckle, and every curve on your body.

The material was moved off your arms and then to your waist. You were exposed to him as he kneeled behind you, pulling the dress further down your body. With a gentle pull down your leg, he lifted the thong off your legs and began kissing your legs up to your spine. 

A soft feathery kiss to the skin. You let out a small whimper when you felt him kiss your skin and feel liquid fire coursing through your veins.

Andy stood back up and ran his hands up your body. As he kissed your neck again, he whispered softly into your ear. "Butterfly, tell me what you want."

A sense of urgency echoed through your voice as you said, "I want to be yours to dance with".

The powerful emotions Andy now felt were totally different from the ones he used to feel when he first saw you dance. There seemed to be electricity between you two, fueling your desires, and sparking your passions. 

He removed his jacket and tossed it aside. 

Loosening his tie, he began unbuttoning his white dress shirt. His plan was to show you what you owed him. 

“Despite what you showed the crowd, you're going to show me more. I will get the special treatment of seeing and feeling your steps" The sound of him removing his clothes could be heard as you stood there. 

You didn't even take the blindfold off because you knew it would cause a harsh reaction from him. Turning carefully, you placed your hands on the dressing table before reaching out to touch his chest. As you caressed his muscular chest, Andy groaned at your fingertips. 

People dance notes, and you dance with Andy.

Every second was filled with deep and aching joy. You brushed up to his strong jaw, lightly grazing his neck with your fingertips. He was impressed by how you felt so far. A few kisses landed on his chest from your lips. You slid the shirt off after running your hands over his chest and shoulders. 

Andy grinned. Seeing that you wanted it as much as he did, he realized he was not alone. In one swift motion, he grabbed your waist and pulled you against him. His hand touched your chin and he tilted your head upward. Your lips was kissed by a greedy, hungry mouth. As his tongue danced past your lips, he smiled. Your mouth was filled with a warm woodsy flavor. Every tiny detail and secret spot was explored by his tongue.

Your arms encircled his neck, your breasts pressed against his chest as your lips met, brushing against his strong muscular body. There was nothing better than kissing Andy because he made you weak. Just in his kiss, he exuded the passion that lingered within his soul. The harder he pressed his body against yours, the harder he got. Your fingers ran through his soft hair, chuckling behind the kiss.

In one swift motion, he ran his fingertips along the center of your back, causing you to squirm against him. He then broke the kiss and began to kiss you along your shoulder, scraping the skin with his teeth. He began reaching down into your heated core, which he knew would be wet and inviting for him. 

The deep lyrics of love spoke through touch or caress, the laceration of hearts was done with one glance. His glance.

Every muscle in your body stiffened in anticipation. What would he do to you next? "I can't take much more," you said softly, your voice trembling in the air, "I can't, Sir." 

There was almost a pleading quality to your melody, as if you wanted to be pampered and taken care of. The soft skin of your thighs was brushed by his fingers. His quest led him to the location he had long desired. With his finger, he massaged your pussy, parting the folds. You were drenched. You were pushed back towards the mirror dresser by him.

A silky moan of pleasure escaped your lips as he explored between your thighs. His finger was even more teasing now that he had located your center of pleasure. A cold rush of air touched your backside as you backed up toward the dresser.

The blindfold still covered your eyes. At this precise moment, your body was on for him. Attempting to free his swollen cock, you grasped the front of his pants and fumbled with the buttons and fly. His gaze was fixed on every move you made as you struggled with his pants. 

You were the beginning of his dance. He would have fun with you.

"Simply take it..." He took a deep breath in and he bucked his hips in a hard, deep thrust. During the shock, your throat let out a mumble. "I'll hold on until...I force you to come the way I want you to." 

"Please—I…" 

"You feel that," he said, kissing your lips and caressing your head. "You know how it feels,"

"Yes, sir." At his size, your throat tightened as you swallowed hard. 

"Good…" Andy grinned as he wrapped your leg around his waist. "All I want is for you to come for me.." 

He pounded inside you as he caressed your thigh. Two hands soon guided your hips, forming a fast rhythm. You let out a raucous mutter of contentment. 

Male and female dancers need to be synchronized and have a strong romance. A male dancer controls the female's body while you move delicately around him. The way your body reacted to him hypnotized him. He can do whatever he wants and make you feel however he wants. 

Pushing himself into you and then pulling out. He could feel the pressure in his cock building already. As you tightened around him, he groaned under the kiss. He knew that you were probably feeling the pressure just as fast as he was. His lips tore away from yours, as he bent his head to bite at your neck.

Andy could feel you tightening around his throbbing cock. The grip he had on your neck stiffened as he moved faster. Feeling you at last. His throbbing cock continued to cause cum to leak out of your pussy while your moans grew louder.

Screaming loudly, you threw your head back. A sudden and intense orgasm nearly caught you off guard. You buried your nails deep into his skin as explosions erupted in your mind. He could feel your cum spilling over him, lubricating your entrance even more. You contracted and pulsed around him, trying to take the pleasure out of him.

In response to your orgasm, he slammed harder into your delicate body. Seeing you tighten around him and pulse hard, he groaned loudly. Almost coming there and then, he bit down on his lip hard. It wasn't yet time for him to stop fucking you. There was no way he was going to stop. By reaching up, he removed the blindfold from your eyes.

He looked at you. Your eyes were only half open, but you were filled with passion.

There is a sense of darkness in every moment when I close my eyes 

There was something deeply moving about his ice blue eyes. You continued to feel aftershocks. The dressing room echoed with your moans. 

With lust, he kissed your body gently and you closed your eyes again, this time looking into your blackness.

Despite working your whole life to get into this ballet company, everyone seems to work against you. The moment you met Andy, you were surrounded by girls who envied you. To make you the best in the world, he needed you to dance one for him to use as his canvas. Every night after your show, as he tells a story with your body, he stretches you.

It's the perfect time to tell you about a couple who fell in love after your performance, isn't it? And you did the same, taking your time to enjoy the sparks that ran through your veins while you held Andy's hand, the butterflies that filled your senses when he was holding your waist, the flush on your skin when his eyes were full of lust.

Dancer or dance? How can we tell if a dance is free?

[sokovianheadtilt]

Saved from Darkness

Andy Barber x black!reader

Summary: You're there for Andy during a difficult time in his life

Warnings: mentions of death, divorce, allusions to sex (nothing explicit I don’t write that), Laurie, fuck her

A/N: First Andy Barber blurb, I’ve been wanting to write something like this for a while now. Hope you enjoy, happy holidays!!

Word Count: 682

The death of their son Jacob was the definitive catalyst for the end of Andy & Laurie's relationship. The trial was too much to begin with and their marriage couldn't survive it. Andy stayed at their house while Laurie moved out and found her own small apartment.

Throughout this whole process, you were there to be Andy's emotional support. You were his shoulder to cry on when he felt like he couldn't go on in the day. You covered for him at work when he took a day to stay home for himself. On those days you would always go over to his place and check on him to make sure he was okay, letting him vent to you.

It wasn't all sad talk though. There would be times where the both of you would make dinner together, the kitchen filled with constant conversation and laughter, enjoying each other's company.

Both of you felt the slow-building tension between you two. The blur between coworkers and friends was thinning the more you two saw each other. There were more lingering touches and longing looks between you two, and sometimes you would catch yourself looking at his lips more than you should.

This all came to a head when you were both hanging out at his house. You were sitting on the couch talking about whatever came up to topic and sharing a bottle of wine. Neither of you was drunk but you felt the slight buzz that made you feel bolder than usual. You found yourself looking at his lips once more, all pink and slightly pouty. You looked into his eyes which were looking more blue than usual when you realized how close the two of you were.

You said fuck it in your head and just leaned in to kiss him, feeling him kiss back. Kissing turned into you straddling his lap, he carries you up to his room, and you have the best night of your life.

After that truly eventful night, you reached out to touch Andy, only to be met with cold sheets. You heard muffled voices coming from downstairs and you got off the bed, reaching down to pull on Andy’s button-down shirt, watching it fall to your thighs before pulling your panties on. You went downstairs and saw Andy by the front door and stood in place as you listened to the conversation.

“You can’t be here Laurie” you heard Andy say, his voice sounding more dominant, which you called his ‘courtroom voice’

“Andy can we at least talk, please?” You heard the other voice reply, realizing it was Laurie. She never liked you, always scared Andy would leave her for you. Well, that wasn’t the truth at first.

“No, you need to go” you heard him try to usher her out but you listened to her plead

“We can work this out, I made mistakes I know that-“

“You killed our son!” You heard Andy yell as he interrupted Laurie.

You frowned and went over to take Andy’s hand to pull him away and you watched as Laurie glared at you “What’s she doing here?!”

Andy groaned “Laurie-“

“I knew it, I fucking knew you were sleeping with her!” “Get the fuck out of my house!”

You tried to stop the screaming match as you got in between them “Laurie, please, you need to leave you’re making him upset”

Laurie huffed “Fine, you can have him you slut” she turned and left, slamming the door behind her.

You turned to face Andy and reached up to cup his face in your hands “Are you okay?” He nodded a bit before reaching down to lean his forehead against yours “I can’t forgive her for what she did” he choked out “She took Jacob from us”

You nodded in understanding “You don’t have to forgive her. You lost your child. I can only imagine the pain you went through”

He nodded and sniffled a bit, holding you closer “Thank you, for being here”

You stood on your tiptoes and kissed his forehead “I’m always gonna be here”

[egoludes]

cater to you.

summary: there’s nothing like good love on a very bad day.

pairing: andy barber x woc!reader

notes: i have something else in the works for you all right now, but i wrote this little thing for @adorecevans​ after she had a bad day this week (love you dalia!) and wanted to share with you too! slight au in that andy is very recently out of law school and reader is still a student - we love a law school romance!

warnings: meal skipping ( stress / schedule-induced ), stressed out reader, hurt/comfort, fluff

He’s already home when you get there, a lo-fi jazz song from Spotify playing as you duck in. He only plays that kind of music when he’s cooking and a moment’s pause fills your nostrils with the telltale scents of spice to confirm the suspicion: Andy’s making dinner.

You try to do that once or twice a week when your busy schedules -- law school for you, his first firm gig post graduation for him -- allow you to, and usually, coming home to it fills your chest with something warm. 

Today, though, the smell just makes you nauseous; reminds you that, despite the late hour, you haven’t really had time to get more than a few bites of a decent meal. That reminds you of the day’s drain and your shoulders sink as you kick off your boots and shrug off your snowy coat.

The sound of you in the closet catches his attention in the kitchen, and Andy rounds the corner with a half-grin to greet you. “Hey baby,” he hums, wiping his hands down on a kitchen towel. “You just get in?”

You just nod, humming half-distracted as you get everything in the closet in order. You don’t think you’re showing much, but the lack of eye contact alone is enough to tip him off: you’re usually locked in whenever anyone talks to you. Still, he waits, patient, for you to have the space to do that ritual; get your head right before he presses. Then, warm hands find your hips under the wool of your coziest sweater, pulling you in close for a hug. The embrace is simple, but pointed - he squeezes you in a way that lets you know that he knows and the tenderness of his wordless care makes your heart tighten.

God, you love this man.

You don’t have much energy - emotional or otherwise - to hug him back, but it doesn’t stop you from clinging to him, fingers slipping up his sweater to cling to the shirt underneath and feel his grounding warmth. 

“Dinner’s almost ready,” he hums against your hair, “but I want you to go take some time first. Go shower, and I’ll bring you something warm. Then we’ll eat.” 

You look up at him wordlessly, gratitude shining in tears along your waterline, and Andy smiles in return, leaning down to kiss you hard, but not forcefully, before he lets you go in the direction of your bedroom.

You dread most routines when you feel like this, but time in the shower isn’t one of them. The warm water over your body and hair feels as much like coming home as one of Andy’s hugs, and you spend more time than you intend in there, fingers scrubbing your scalp and skin to wash the day away. Every now and then, you can hear Andy pop in; once to set a mug in arm’s reach so you can pull it onto the shower’s ledge, another time to leave you fresh towels and your PJs. He doesn’t say much or even ask how you are, not wanting to rush you; but the cool air from outside reminds you that he’s only a call away, and is waiting for you to be ready. 

That feeling - that readiness - doesn’t come for a bit longer; forty-five minutes or so, in fact, when you emerge from the shower, not better, but getting there. Your head doesn’t feel nearly as heavy and the urge to cry is tapered. Slipping into your new set of clothes helps the feeling, the cotton warm to the touch in a way that makes you beam: he’d thrown them in the dryer to get them toasty.

Andy has a knack for things like that - it’d been shocking when you first started dating as not many prospective lawyers from the East Coast have a heart that big. But, now, it’s clockwork; as certain as the sun in the sky, his love is a safety net you know you can come back to when everything else rages out of your control. 

As if on cue, he appears in the doorway, kitchen towel over one shoulder as he smiles at you. “Any better,” he asks softly, leaning his weight against the doorjamb to watch you. 

“A little,” you offer with a small smile, winding a towel around your shoulders to catch the water from your hair. With your curls washed through, you need to take some time to work product in - one of the best and most calming parts of the routine. But, it won’t be quick, especially right now, and you relent with eyes shifting towards Andy thoughtfully. “You don’t have to wait for me on dinner, you know… this’ll take a bit.”

His nose scrunches up as if in disgust; he can’t believe you’d even suggest it. “Don’t worry about that - ‘ve been stealing a few bites while I cook. I’ll survive.” He presses off the doorframe to close the distance, hands moving up to squeeze your shoulders from behind once he’s close enough. “What’s more important is that you eat, sweetheart --- let me help so we can get you settled in with a plate, hm?”

The offer would make you nervous with anyone else; but Andy, diligent as ever, had gotten into a habit of watching you with your hair, picking up on the things that you do to treat it, style it, wash it. He’s only helped a few times before, but it’s always gone well, and tonight, you could use the extra love. The fingers in your scalp, soothing and focused. The kisses to the back of your neck every time he finishes a section. The soft rumble in his chest, inches from your back, when he hums to whatever song you’ve played to set the tone. For the second time that night, you feel your heart about to burst, and have to push down a rise of tears from the surge of love and emotion. 

“I’d really like that.” 

[lipstickbisous]

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