#bf!andy barber

[flordeamatista]

Hold My Heart

pairing: boyfriend!andy barber x reader

concept: Sometimes a smile is all he needs. 

word count: 800

warnings: soft Andy, poetic fluff with the sweetest kisses, your love for him, nickname── (Butterfly)

a/n: a sweet soft Andy daydream

Masterlist

What I treasure most in life is the love you give me

Andy stands at the doorway looking at you with admiration.

You look beautiful in your sundress with a ray of sunshine streaming through the kitchen window and shadows dancing around you. 

You've given him something he's always wanted, and his azure eyes sparkles with love. 

I feel your soul whispering to mine, always protect me and love me

The darkest shadows of Andy's life have rained down upon him since the loss of his first marriage and family, but he met you in a miracle when he was in need of some light.

You made him believe in love again and showed him that he could still have a life full of light and joy.

He knew then that you were the one, and he wanted to thank you for being there for him when he needed it most. The only thing he wants to do when he comes home after a stressful day in court is to spend every minute here with you, his Butterfly.

He remembers the day you became his.

While lying on a blanket in the middle of nowhere, a sunny day shone down on you both. You felt the sun's warmth on your skin and the gentle breeze rustling through the grass. You both looked up at the blue sky on this perfect first date. 

As Andy watched a butterfly dance around your nose, he saw life in its fullest sense.

Sometimes a smile is all he needs. 

Butterflies are creatures of the air, able to float on gentle breezes. 

They symbolize freedom, beauty, and hope.

In the light of your laughter, you sang to his broken heart, healing it.

You dance around the kitchen counter, sipping your wine glass, which makes him smile even wider. This is home for him. 

When you turn around, you catch sight of him and smile flirtatiously at him, "Hello, Mr. Barber."

You wrap yourself around him.

“How’s my man? Your lips softly kiss those of his. He wraps his arms around you and pulls you close. You can feel his heart beating against yours. 

You both kiss deeply as he picks you up and sits you on the counter and stands between your legs as he inhales out his love for you, "Good to see you, Butterfly." His hands move to your face and he looks into your eyes. 

The world seems to stand still as you two pause, a connection that transcends beyond words. 

His desire looking into his soul.

Your body warms as he presses his forehead against yours and whispers, "I need you," he whispers, "I want you all," he says going in for another kiss, leaving you gasping for air.

Your fingers teased his neck and hair as you kissed the corner of his mouth. "I am yours" You kissed his jaw, "I will always be here." Another kiss, this time closer to his ear. A finger trailed along his jawline as you said, "Andy, I love you, I want you today and for the future."

"The future?" When he hears your words, his heart screams out for more. "All of me with my secret demons"

Your head tilted forward as you nodded and smile. "I can send every demon away with my love, because you are my future"

Your kisses promise your future to him.

You grabbed him by the tie and bit his lower lip. "Let's bite away the demons and make our own with our desire and lust for one another." You started fiddling with his hair and massaging his scalp, and his hands began to move down your body.

He moaned in pleasure and pulled you closer to him. 

Getting a feel of your skin on his fingertips.  To touch all of you was his desire, and you gave him everything he wanted.

He wanted more of your skin against him, his breath was hot.

When the kiss ends, he carries you down the hall and back to the bedroom as you cling to him.

His lips drop to your neck as he bites, while he smiles between the bites.

At the end, it's him who clings to you

His future is promised to you with his kisses.

 At that moment, Andy knew you were the butterfly he needed to transform his life into one filled with love and life. 

Bringing all the light into his air and wind.

Every time our lips touch, I feel like I'm in a dream and I just want to stay there forever.

[worksby-d]

😤🫵🏻🌹🌹🌹

andy x reader after his surprise bday party perhaps 🫴

as tipsy as you are, it's easy to get lost in the moment, forgetting where you are as his hold around your waist gets tighter. kisses deepen, your hands pushing andy's body against the side of his car.

a quiet hum against his lips is cut off by a car honking – some of your friends leaving at the same time as you guys.

you roll your eyes at their “ooh”s and faux gagging sounds, holding up your middle finger at them while you reluctantly pull away from andy’s kisses.

“thank you guys for coming," andy speaks up, always a gentleman, genuinely grateful that they came.

“no problem,” one of your friends shouts back, ready to drive off quickly. “now go home and make her come please!"

your hands come up to cover your face, hiding against his chest for good measure.

“oh, i will,” he laughs.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

s! ive been thinking about andy barber era chris and tj hammond era seb... i don't know why but i love these two together

and yes my 'thinking' is more than just 'thinking'

pretty little virgin whose parents don't accept his sexuality, but he is so sexually frustrated and desperate for an older man to fuck him into oblivion

- bf showing anon (sorry for this haha)

I-

I love this.

Because. Yes. I can picture it. I can picture it so well because Andy is truly a man who wants to hold, comfort, and love but also...... he'll do anything for those he loves. He has some big red flags at times, and so I can see him falling deeply for TJ and knowing he probably shouldn't. He's older, TJ is in part using him to get back at his parents, TJ is hurting so bad and is so vulnerable, but also... Andy wants to take care of him. He wants to show TJ what he is worth and lay him out and love him--and wreck him for anyone else because he's so precious to Andy. Andy wants him so badly. So. He can't help himself. TJ turns those big, innocent seeming eyes on him, almost crying with how bad he wants cock, pouts just the right way, and Andy melts with a growl. Andy might be the one fucking TJ within an inch of his life, showing him just how fucking mind blowing sex can be, but Andy is the one wrapped around TJ's finger.

I would love to write you more but life is fucking busy™️ right now. Sorry it's so short of a reply. I hope you enjoy your continued thoughts about them with some alone time 👀

[jamneuromain]

Jam, in honor to the song I was just listening I propose a battle for our reader.

😠 + 😉 with Andy VS Steve. Steve was your first love, Andy is your current amazing love. Fight fight fight (not physical obviously lol🥊!

hmmm.... It's such a tough call! But since Andy is your current amazing love, I rule for-

Ugh I hate ex-bf being all gloating and smug when you meet again

Not Him

Previous Steve Rogers x You; Andy Barber x You

Warning: Ex-Steve, Reader is in her late 20s, Andy a few years older than reader (but not mentioned specifically). None?

Summary: You met someone unexpected, your ex, Steve, on your way to your class. What's the worst that could happen? Answer: Andy happened.

A/N: Hiya! Sorry it took so long to get it out :( I've been clearing my draftbox as best as I can.

Someone called out your name behind your back, and you instinctively snapped your head in that direction.

Blonde, built, and that smile-

"Oh, Steve. Hi." You instantly recognized the man from your past.

You met Steve when you attended high school. While he was the famous football quarterback for the school team, you were practically nobody, and if it weren't for a class you shared, you wouldn't even know each other in your separate lives.

One thing led to another, and you became high school sweethearts, before breaking up a few months later.

"Hey." He jogged up to you. That sunshine-dazzling smile nearly splitting his face in two, "It's been... what, ten years? Wow..." He exclaims, carefully observing you from head to toe.

"Yeah, I mean, I haven't seen you since ... the prom?" You casually switched the pile in your hand to the other, smoothing your T-shirt.

Oh yes, the high school prom where you had two dances before he spent the whole night with the pretty British girl with a posh accent. What's her name? Petra? Penny? Next day, your phone was blasted with Instagram notifications telling you from all aspects and angles how they kissed as Prom King and Queen. Not that you didn't know it already, when you were there, under the stage.

"You-uh heading somewhere?" He pointed at your stack of papers, teasing ever so slightly, "I've seen you still not giving up on studying, huh?"

"Well, I-"

"I'm working as a coach now," He interrupted before you could finish your sentence, flashing his team jacket before your eyes, even tapping on the chest where the team name is visible to any man within eight feet if they weren't complete blind.

"Wow." You nodded, playing along, "Uni team, impressive."

Too bad you were never a decent sports fan that could share Steve's enthusiasm as to which legendary figure saved the day with a ball in their hands - nor did you find being a coach "impressive" ... or intrigued, for that matter, because being in front of glamouring Steve fucking Rogers made you shrink back to your high school self-image again: a small, inconspicuous, socially unidentifiable shadow of a being that you could barely recognize. And yet, the contrast between Steve and you reminded you every single time, that you do not belong to a world of his, a world where books and glasses are symbols of "nerds" or "geeks" and are perfectly fine to make fun of, a world where if you don't like sports - or not being a potential athlete, you should be eliminated in every social context.

"Yup." He popped the "p" with his full lips, "If you want the tickets next season-" Steve pointed towards himself with both thumbs, the lop-sided smile made him look smug as ever, "This guy is your go-to-guy."

More like your never-go-to guy. You scoffed, adjusting your expression to a small smile as soon as he turned his focus on you, "Sorry, I think I need to head to my next class."

"C'mon-" Steve dragged his tone almost annoyingly, "Skip it. Don't you have some time for me, for old time's sake?"

You could have ten more minutes for him before the next class. But you didn't want to. Which was the point.

"Hey, honey." Came a voice behind your back, startling you just a little. An arm draped around your shoulders, squishing you into a familiar embrace, "I've been calling."

You let out a sigh of relief. More so when the owner of this familiar voice took the stack of papers from your arms into his own, and rubbed your sore arm for having to hold the pile for quite a while.

"Sorry." You apologized to your beloved boyfriend Andy, "I must've silenced my phone during the class."

" 's okay." Andy pressed a kiss to your temple, whispering, "Wanted to ask you about lunch anyway. Nothing important." Andy slowly moved his eyes away from yours, and acted as if he had just seen Steve, a 6-foot man who appeared out of nowhere, "Who do we have here? Honey, would you mind introducing?"

"Sure. This is my ex, Steve, from high school. Steve, this is Andy, my boyfriend."

The moment the word "ex" escaped from your lips, you became aware instantly that your boyfriend had entered his suit mode, every available muscle tensing up in his body, and like a good huntsman, ready to strike when he sees the glimpse of a failure of his opponent. Where you hoped that "high school" from your introduction would calm his nerves, it certainly achieved the opposite when you heard your boyfriend say: "Oh..." in a thoughtful way, "the quarterback-captain, am I right?" as he extended his hand to shake Steve's.

Yup. It definitely made Andy slightly on edge.

"I'm part of the coaching team on campus, actually." Steve flashed his identity proudly before Andy, shaking Andy's hand in an equally firm grip, "Go Falcons."

"Oh..." said Andy again, more thoughtfully, "I'm a professor here in the Law School - You wouldn't happen to be the coach assistant of Karl?"

This just turned more competitive than you would think. Yet, it did bring a tinge of amusement when Andy confirmed your suspicion that Steve was too young to be made a coach, while the position of coach assistant was for brainless jocks who did all the dirty work coaches didn't want to, the heavy-lifting and paperworks, for instance.

"Well," Steve sneered, "I thought dating a student was improper conduct, Professor."

"Excuse me?" Andy raised his brows. So did you.

"You heard me." Steve nodded towards you, "Her, a student, obviously. It would be a great unfortunate if the dean might hear about such a rumour somewhere, wouldn't it?"

He said almost challengingly.

Wow. Typical Steve as ever. The girl he dated after prom, the British girl, was rumoured to have had a bad break-up previously. According to gossip that ran in the school bathroom, the British girl was told that her ex was cheating - which turned out to be a false alarm, but they broke up anyway.

Now you guessed you knew who was the little birdie that shared the false information with that poor girl.

Andy snorted out laughter. The corner of his lips could barely contain themselves as he struggled to keep a straight face, "Marvelous." Andy clapped - more like tapping his palm with the other hand, before asking for your permission, "Should you do this or should I?"

You scoffed. Really scoffed in front of the glorious quarterback that you liked a decade ago, "For your information, Steve, I'm working as a lecturer at this university. So, go start your devious little plan elsewhere. If you don't mind, I have a class to teach - C'mon, Andy."

You dragged Andy by his arm and led him out of the battlefield.

"Nice." Andy commented, not bothering to look back at his opponent, with a pleasing grin that was probably going to mold on his face for all eternity. "Did you see the look on that guy's face? Spectacular. So proud of you, Honey."

"Yeah, not my best moment having to face a dickhead-ex." You huffed out, "Jesus, why didn't I know he was that big of a jerk when I started dating him?"

"I know," Andy said, sympathetically, "Don't worry though, I noticed that your choice of man has had a significant change for the better."

You shot him a dirty glare, which Andy took, feigning he just got hit on the chest.

"Sorry, no joking, got it." Andy made a pained face which caused you to involuntarily grin. Quickly abandoning the idea of the ex in his mind, Andy finally returned to the topic for which he came to find you, "What's for lunch again? Cafeteria?"

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[babyjakes]

a real man.

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summary | andy shows you the kind of pleasure jacob will never be able to give you.

pairing | dark!andy barber x jacob’s girlfriend!reader

warnings | DARK!andy!, NON-con, age gap, andy has a big daddy kink (andy referring to himself as ‘daddy’ - andy is daddy af), restraints, crying, fingering, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, squirt!ing, overstim, andy being DARK but like? soft dark :’-), lil bit of mocking, threats, abuse of power/authority, ANDY BARBER IN A WHITE BUTTON DOWN, jacob being a pos bf (and andy rubbing it in reader’s face), a lot of “shhh”’s (idk i just find them hot)

word count | 2,745

requested by anon | CAN YOU IMAGINE dark!dilf!andy taking advantage of jacob’s college gf while she’s trapped alone at home with him?? showing her HOW A REAL MAN eats pussy 😩😱🥵

an | HOLY SHIT I CAN DO MORE THAN IMAGINE D-’: god something about andy barber and an age gap with a lil innocent college girl (like me!!) just makes me feral- thanks for the request and hope you enjoy!!!

The sight of kitchen lights on through the windows of the Barber household fills you with relief as you pull your car up onto the empty driveway, shifting into park and yanking out your keys. Jacob stopped responding to you around noon after the two of you had talked about making plans for the evening, and by the time dinner had rolled around you had begun to get a little worked up.

If he’s home and just ignoring me, at least I’ll be able to confront him face to face, you tell yourself as you open the car door, stepping outside before slamming it shut and hitting the fob to lock it once more. Not that you need to, necessarily; you know the chances of anyone coming along and trying to steal your car are low. The Barbers live in a nice suburban neighborhood; there’s little risk of anything like that happening here.

Walking up the drive and onto the pathway to the front door, you check your phone once more, sighing. Nothing. Honestly, it’s not too surprising, though it frustrates you. Jacob’s not the most… consistent boyfriend. Swallowing down a lump of anxiety formed in your throat, you reach out, pressing the button for the doorbell. Hearing it chime softly inside, only a few moments pass before you see the door handle twisting, opening up to reveal Jacob’s dad, Andy.

“Y/n? Hey, good to see you,” he greets warmly, stepping back and gesturing you inside. Fumbling with your phone in your hands nervously, you nod politely at him. “You looking for Jacob? He’s not around- he should be back soon, though.”

“Y-yeah,” you stutter as you step into the house, slipping off your shoes onto the welcome mat below. “Actually, uh- Jake hasn’t been responding to me all day. Was kind of getting worried, just figured I’d pop over and see if everything’s alright.”

“Oh, he did tell me there was something wrong with his phone battery,” Andy says casually, slipping his hands into the pockets of his dark grey work pants. “He actually just went to the tech store to hopefully get it figured out, shouldn’t be too long at all before he’s back. You’re welcome to stay until then.”

“Oh! That makes sense. Okay,” you say, feeling slightly relieved at the fact that he probably wasn’t ignoring you on purpose all day. “I-I don’t have to stay, I can always-”

“No, no, that’s just fine,” Andy waves you off with a smile. You offer him a small smile back, relaxing slightly at his gentle demeanor. For the several months that you’ve been dating Jacob, you’ve really enjoyed getting to be around Mr. Barber; you just find him to be such a pleasant and mild man and father. “Actually, maybe you can help me. I dropped something down behind the vanity in the master bath; my hands are too big to reach back there and grab it. Think you could give it a go?” he asks hopefully.

“Sure!” you agree, not thinking anything of the request. Nodding thankfully, Andy smiles as he begins leading you up the stairs to his bedroom.

“Really need to put some tape down or something so things quit falling back there,” he shakes his head with a chuckle as he leads you down the hallway and into the large room, pausing to make sure you’re still behind him. Holding the door open for you, he smiles. Nodding politely back at him, you step inside, looking around for the door to the bathroom. Finding it, you begin to step towards it, but you instantly stop when you hear a lock clicking behind you.

Turning back to look at Andy, you see that he’s closed the door to the bedroom behind you two, twisting the lock securely on it before turning back to face you. An immediate sense of dread falls over you as you stare at him, standing there silently in his white button-down and work pants. “M-Mr. Barber?” you ask quietly.

“You can call me Andy, sweetheart,” he murmurs, the pet name causing shivers to run down your spine. Taking a shaky step back, you run into the bed, a faint whimper rising in your throat. “Oh honey, look at those big frightened eyes; it’s alright. I’m not gonna hurt you,” he coos, taking a step towards you while beginning to roll up his sleeves.

“I-I thought you-… I-… th-the sink?” you stutter, nausea building in your gut as Andy chuckles softly at you. “I- what are you doing?” you ask softly as he takes another step in your direction, hating how small and weak your voice sounds as it gets lost in the empty air of the room.

“I’ve been waiting quite some time to get you alone, sweet girl,” the tall man hums, dragging his eyes up and down your quivering form as you press your thighs back further against the edge of the mattress behind you. “And now here you are, right in front of me, looking so innocent and terrified… makes me feel bad, honey… though I will admit, part of me just loves the way you look when you’re on the verge of tears.”

“M-Mr.-… A-Andy…” you stumble over your words, blinking quickly to try to clear your eyes of any evidence that you might be on the verge of collapsing into a puddle of sobs.

“Shhh, it’s okay,” he says softly, taking the last few steps to bridge the gap between the two of you. Cowering down, you let out a whimper when his hands push against your shoulders, throwing you onto your back against the white duvet. Jolting slightly to the left and then the right, you squirm underneath Andy’s gaze, eyes widening in horror as he reaches down to begin undoing his belt.

“Please, Andy- I-I- please, please don’t do this,” you beg, unable to hold back your tears any longer as they begin rolling freely down your flushed cheeks. Frowning in mock sympathy, Andy furrows his brow at you, almost appearing as if he could be worried about how upset you’re growing.

“Shhh, baby, nothing’s gonna hurt,” he soothes as he leans down over you, grabbing each of your wrists in his large hands and bring them together above your head. You begin to plead in protest, but he quickly speaks over you, cooing, “It’s alright, sweetheart. Just restraining you so you don’t hurt anybody. You’re getting awful worked up, now aren’t you?” You try to struggle against him but it’s no use; you’re clearly no match for him as he binds your wrists together with his belt, placing them firmly above you when he’s finished.

“There,” he beams, trailing his eyes from your head down to your kicking feet with a satisfied smile. “Oh, look at you, sweetheart,” he hums, “so pretty when you cry for me. It’s okay darlin’, know you must’ve been wanting this for so long. S’that right, pretty girl? You been waiting for me to finally make my move on you?” Bringing a hand up to your cheek, Andy brushes his fingers over your tear-soaked skin, causing you to shiver at his nauseating touch.

“N-no,” you state adamantly, “why would I-”

“Shhh, it’s okay, babydoll. I know you could never admit that to me, no. You’re just too sweet and innocent for your own good, aren’t you, honey? Such a good girl, though I’m not so sure you’ll still be once I’m through with you.”

“A-Andy- Mr. B-Barber, I- please, what about Jacob?”

Andy scoffs your question, bringing his thumb up to trail over your wobbling lower lip. “Jacob? You wanna know where Jacob is, honey? He’s out with friends. Has been all day. Nothing’s wrong with his phone; he just doesn’t have the brains to respond to such a deserving girl like you. Always a perfect girl for him, aren’t you? And yet he never seems to give a shit about you in return.”

Whimpering, you lower your eyes, more tears of betrayal stinging in them as you learn the truth about your so-called boyfriend. “But that’s okay baby, y’know why? ‘Cause I’m here to show you how a real man treats such a perfect little thing like you. Starting,” he says, trailing his hand from your mouth down over your neck, “with how good I can make you feel. Even when you’re begging for me to stop.”

With the close of his sentence, Andy’s hand shifts down to cup one of your breasts through your shirt. Wincing, you squirm under his touch, only for him to bring his other hand up to begin untucking the fabric from under your jeans. “Andy, n-no, don’t,” you beg through tears, trying to sound strong, yet failing quite miserably.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart. Daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” he croons, the title he uses for himself making your gut twist in humiliation. “Look at this, already responding so well for me,” he smiles, reaching under your shirt and pinching one of your beaded nipples. Whimpering softly, your cheeks feel like they’ve been set on fire. “Getting all flushed for me now, are you?” he hums. “That’s okay, baby; Daddy knows you can’t help but love it when he touches you like this.”

As Andy’s hands find their way to the clasp on your jeans, a pitiful sob rises up in your throat. “Shhh, sweet girl,” the man soothes as he undoes your button and zipper, gently tugging on the fabric until it falls to the floor beneath the two of you in a useless heap. Gonna make you feel so good. Daddy’s not gonna hurt you baby, just gonna show you what a real man can do to this pretty little pussy of yours.”

Taking you by the waist, Andy scoots you back on the mattress, hands finding your hips and hooking under the elastic band of your panties. “Look at the lace on these, honey,” the sick man says with a smile, admiring the simple look of your white cotton underwear. “Look more like they’re made for a little girl than a beautiful young lady like yourself, though you’ve always been such an innocent little thing, haven’t you?” he smirks before grabbing the fabric over the center of your belly, surprising you by tearing the garment completely in half. A terrified whine escapes your lips as Andy grins down at your thighs as they rub shamefully together, trying to keep him from getting any closer to your most intimate places.

“Now, now, sweetheart, none of that,” Andy shakes his head, grabbing a leg in each hand and shoving them back to bend your knees widely, completely exposing you to his hungry gaze. Choking down a sob, your knees tremble as Andy positions himself down between your wide-spread legs, holding a thigh in each hand to keep you still. “Oh honey,” Andy breathes, his face coming unbearably close to your glistening folds. “Look how wet you are for me,” he coos, the gentleness of his tone only causing you to cry harder.

“Oh, I know,” he fusses, loving the way his mind games have affected you so. “I know it’s so hard, sweetheart, but there’s no need to be embarrassed. Daddy loves how needy you are for him, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?” he mocks, dragging his tongue over his lower lip as his eyes soak up the view of your beautiful sex.

“N-n-no,” you heave, “n-not that, a-anything but that.”

“What, you don’t wanna give Daddy a taste of this pretty little cunt?” Andy croons with a frown. Using his forearm to still hold your thigh in place, he brings his hand in to gently run a finger through your folds, smiling as you squirm and whimper in panic from his actions. “Bet you taste so sweet, babydoll. Come on now, let Daddy take care of you. Gonna show you how a real man eats pussy.”

And with that, Andy’s returned his hands to your thighs, clasping down hard enough to bruise the tender skin as he buries his face in your aching heat. His lips close around your clit, causing you to squeal as your pussy clenches, overwhelmed by the new sensation. His tongue works wildly over your swollen nub, mouth slurping up your juices as you cry out weakly for him. “No! Andy, please!” you sob, unable to do anything but writhe and wail as he slowly brings you closer and closer to an unwanted precipice.

“What,” he spats harshly against your throbbing flesh, “you don’t wanna cum for Daddy? Well that’s just too bad, sweetheart, ‘cause I’ve been waiting way too fucking long for this to let you go without seeing this cunt explode.” Without warning, Andy shoves two thick fingers inside you, twisting them upward and curling them against your weakest spot. “That’s it,” he grins as he grinds his lips against your burning clit, working his digits faster and faster within you as a terrifyingly familiar pressure begins building in your belly. “Now you’re gonna cum for me sweetheart; cum for Daddy. There you go; there it is, good,” he groans roughly.

And at his words, you have no choice but to obey him, heavy sobs wracking through your body as you squirt out against Andy’s awaiting hand and mouth. He’s sure to continue right on through it, keeping his steady pace of pumping and sucking as you clamp down almost painfully against his dripping fingers. “That’s it,” he praises as your spasms begin to settle, his beard drenched as he pulls away to eye the sight of your over-sensitive pussy.

“P-please, jus’ let me go,” you beg, your voice pitifully weak as you strain your arms against the strong leather of the belt.

Chuckling softly, Andy shakes his head. “Let you go? Why would I do that, pretty girl? Such a mess and we’ve only gotten started, hmm?” he hums as he slowly pulls his fingers out from your folds, bringing them up to circle over your throbbing button. You heave once more at the terrible sensation, your gut still burning from your excruciating orgasm. “Look at you now, so puffy and sore,” Andy coos as he rubs the nub in careful circles, smiling as your body writhes in discomfort. “So sensitive now, bet I could make you cum just by rubbing you like this, huh?” Frantically, you shake your head, but in the end you know that if it’s what Andy wants, at this point it’s probably what he’ll get.

A startled whimper rises out of you as he brings one of his strong hands up to slip behind your head, tilting it forward to make you look down over your quivering tummy at him. “Now here’s what we’re gonna do, sweetheart,” Andy begins evenly, continuing to stroke gently over your bead as it slowly fills with that warm, fuzzy feeling once more. “I am gonna keep rubbing your sensitive little clit until you cum again. And you,” he smiles, “you are gonna sit there and watch me do it.”

Glaring at him through your tears, a complete sense of helplessness washes over you as you gradually feel your body beginning to betray you once more. “Oh, look at that,” Andy muses, delighted at how well you’re responding to his torment. “So close again, already? Wonder what’ll happen if we just-” Carefully, he uses the palm of his hand to tug back on your mound, completely exposing your clit to his tactics as he picks up the pace of his fingers over the slippery bud. “There it is, there’s the spot,” he grins proudly, marveling in the sight of your desperate body attempting to fight off the inevitable. “You can squirm all you want, babydoll, but Daddy’s not stopping ‘til you cum for me again. Come on, sweetheart. Quit fighting it. There you go,” he hums triumphantly as you whine in distress, once again falling over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.

By the time your body has ceased its writhing and spasming, Andy’s pulled away, now standing off to the side of the bed as you attempt to recover your breathing. As soon as you see his hands undoing the buttons of his crisp white shirt, your heart drops into the pit of your stomach. “Oh, what?” he asks with a chuckle at your terrified expression. “You really didn’t think I was gonna do all that only to leave you un-fucked, now did you?”

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Idle Hands — @ultraintrovertedgryffindor

Mistletoe — @authurials

A Family’s Love (Modern!Aemond Targaryen) —@vhagarlovebot

An Eye For An Eye, A Child For A Child — @kitkatscabinet

Tell Me It’s Over — @squirmhoney

Unnoticed — @aemonds-sapphire

The Fool Who Thought He Could Kill His Wife — @bookofbonbon

Girldad!Aemond — @midnightsapphire

Dad!Aemond Imagine — @fictionalloverstuff

Aemond Targaryen Looking After His Wife and His Baby Girl — @daenysx

Aemond x Reader — @sapphire-writes

Poppies and Aster — @aemondsbeloved

No Matter What ⎢ Pt. 2 — @sapphire-writes

Dad!Aemond — @cambion-companion

Hide and Seek — @timetravelingpenguin1066

Battle Of Wits — @aemondsbeloved

Flowers — @sapphire-writes

DEFENDING JACOB

ANDY BARBER

Barber v. B.O.B. — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Brat Games — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

The Ache — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Baby Blush — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Handsy — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Plausible Deniability — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Straight A-Student — @jamneuromain

MCU

BUCKY BARNES/THE WINTER SOLDIER

Midnight Kisses & Stolen Confetti — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

You’ve Started Something — @catharsisfalls

Lessons In Love — @violentdelightsandviolentends

All Things Pink — @bucky-barnes-diaries

Protector — @vxntagedior

Enemies-to-Lovers w/ Husband!Bucky — @buckyalpine

Just Between Us — @mellowsaturns

THE RED SEA DIVING RESORT

ARI LEVINSON

You Know I Don’t Mind — @the-iceni-bitch

Taste Of Honey Masterlist — @imaginedreamwrite

Toxic Bf! Ari — @onsunnyside

Protection Masterlist — @mackenzielovee

I Can Tell — @faerieemetal .☘︎ ݁˖

Medfet — @babyjakes

Melting — @onsunnyside

Good For You — @flordematista

Higher Love Masterlist — @imaginedreamwrite

Biker!Ari x Reader — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Sleepy Sex Session — @f10werfae

My Favorite Things — @ramp-it-up .☘︎ ݁˖

DBF!Ari — @onsunnyside

Sleepy Hollow — @onsunnyside

Sugar, (Gym), and Spice — @acatwriteshere .☘︎ ݁˖

[moody4world]

A Moody Masterlist

!!I’m open to ✨ideas✨ but not requests!! (currently taking requests)

i simply do this for fun occasionally <3

MOVIE BASED SERIES

GMTWMLTPT masterlist [based off of the movie The Parent Trap]

~~~~~~~~ <3 ~~~~~~~~

JACK HARLOW pieces

What was that [showing your appreciation for jack’s biceps] fluff

Mr widows peak [teasing jack because its how you show love] fluff

Piggyback rides [a fun night out with jack and a not so smart choice of shoes] fluff

His reassurance [helping jack with his homesickness] fluff

Winter getaway [looking for a place to spend the holidays..and clay’s got some explaining to do] fluff

Real rider [equestrian y/n teaching jack the basics of horse riding for churchill downs mv] fluff

You’re the reason [going public with your relationship required a bit of a push but it all worked out in the end] minor angst mainly fluff

Got you good [artist!reader prank calling jack while on a radio show] humorous fluff

My baby boo [a new nickname from jack every week] fluff

Big shout out [jack gives you a shout out during his speech at the vma’s] fluff

I win you lose [watching the world cup with jack] fluff with suggestive ending

Tears cleanse the heart pt 1 pt2 [label owner! jack signs anonymous artist! reader and things take a turn] angst

In my business [all around artist! reader AU, bf jack and ex/baby daddy cench deal with nosy gossip blogs]

Daddy’s girl [jack finally gets your newborn to sleep after your many failed attempts] fluff

WMCJ pieces

The lucky one [you catch jeremy’s eye] comical(?) short

Ice bound [jeremy x plus size! figure skater! reader] angst

~~~~~~~~ <3 ~~~~~~~~

URBAN WYATT pieces

Conflicted [did you really love urban like you said you did?] angst

Conflicted pt2 [confessing the truth] angst

Slip up [based off of urbans shaving accident] humorous short

Ur Best Friend [hating the fact that urban isn’t his best friend or let’s say…your boyfriend] angst

All for you [Spoiling Urb for his 25th birthday] fluff

La diabla bien vestida [Urban’s bemusing encounter with a femme fatale] angst

~~~~~~~~ <3 ~~~~~~~~

ANDY BARBER piece(s)

Mornings with Andy [reader and daughter surprising Andy with his favorite breakfast in bed] fluff

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

2022 Drabble Masterlist

Gonna try to get all the drabbles I’ve written together. For now, just adding the ones I did recently.

Arvin Russell x plus size!reader

Dark!Peter x stripper!reader

Sincerely Yours (Lee Bodecker)

Big Man (Lloyd Hansen)

Look at Yourself (Rafe Cameron)

Called to Atone (Bucky Barnes)

Brother’s Keeper (Peter Parker)

Do Better (Steve Rogers)

Be Mine (Rafe Cameron)

What Could Be (Andy Barber, nanny!Reader)

The Help | Part 2 (Lloyd Hansen, maid!reader)

Grand Finale | Put on a Show (Lloyd Hansen)

A Special Lesson (Professor Thor)

The Lake House | After Midnight (sister’s BF! Thor)

Stay the Night | Morning After (Best Friend! Loki, Roommate Steve)

Stood Up (Best Friend! Bucky Barnes)

Are You Scared of the Dark (Loki)

Sore Loser (Loki, Thor)

The Red Door (Bucky Barnes, escort!reader)

Parent-Teacher Meeting (school teacher!Steve Rogers)

Work it Out (Personal Trainer!Clark Kent)

Sacred Vessel (cult!Thor)

Everybody Talks (assistan!Peter Parker)

[thornsnvultures]

18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI. IF YOU INTERACT AND YOU DON’T HAVE YOUR AGE VISIBLE ON YOUR BLOG YOU WILL BE BLOCKED. 18+ BLOG, MINORS DNI.

Please note I do not give permission for any of my work to be published, reposted or copied anywhere other than my Tumblr. I do not give permission for my work to be translated. I do not give permission for my work to be posted even if credit is given to me. Reblogs are most welcome. Thank you!

(♡ = smut, ☆ = faves)

you can also find me on AO3

Bucky Barnes  -----------------------------------------

sweet fire -  bucky melts so easily for you

make you whole ☆ -  fluffy wedding drabble

finally - same au as “make you whole”

all hail the king - faerie king!bucky au

fluttering ♡☆ - car sex at the beach

nightfall - camping & stargazing with your bf (drabble game)

ooey gooey ♡ - lumberjack!bucky thinks you're sugary sweet

Sebastian Stan  -----------------------------------------

tickled pink ♡ -  lettin’ seb hit in the pink fit

Steve Rogers -------------------------------------------

trim my hedges - single mom!reader & neighbor!steve, {part 1} {part 2} ongoing (eventual ♡)

sunbathing - steve's on a mission to find bucky when he, literally, stumbles on you (drabble game)

la petite mort ♡ - bondage with dom!steve

Jake Jensen -------------------------------------------

quickie ♡ -  jake only has a few minutes with you before he has to get back to business

stipulations ♡ - jake gets cock warmed by hot gamer girlfriend :3c

Ari Levinson --------------------------------------------

make it my problem - angst, hurt/comfort (drabble)

Chris Evans --------------------------------------------

come over ♡ - a chance meeting with chris at a bar after the MTV awards

fetch ♡ - chris had special plans to unwind after a long day.

Andy Barber -------------------------------------------

too hot for this ♡ - facetime sex with andy

earned it ♡ - mean!Sam drabble, pure smut

Sam Wilson --------------------------------------------

Eddie Munson -----------------------------------------

in the name of love ♡ - brother's best friend, mutual pining

[jadedvibes]

Here’s the masterlist for my Falling in Love writing challenge!

I will continue to update this weekly as more wonderful entries come in 🧡🎃🍁

Be sure to heed the warnings for each submission and respect the boundaries of their creators. And please don’t forget to show some love to the talented people that have submitted their entries thus far!! 🧡💛

Fics

The List by @alltheficsiwant (bucky barnes x reader)

Falling For You Like the Leaves Do by @doasyoudesireandlive (college!stucky x college!reader)

Bookmarked by @lillywillow (sam wilson x female reader)

Plum Cake by @tuiccim (roommate!bucky x gn!reader)

Rogers Family Recipe by @writing-for-marvel (steve rogers x fem!reader)

Falling in Love by @subwaysurf45 (bucky x reader)

Falling All Over Again by @jobean12-blog (eddie munson x reader)

(Love is) Lemon muffins and chamomile tea by @late-to-the-party-81 (bruce banner/hulk x reader)

Hold Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming (boyfriend!ari levinson x reader)

Falling In Love Forever by @bucky-barnes-diaries (tfatws!bucky x female!reader)

So Perfect by @lia275 (bf!bucky x baker!female!reader)

You still love me by @nekoannie-chan (steve rogers x mutant!reader)

Moodboards

Just You and Me by @navybrat817 (bucky barnes x reader)

Take My Hand by @filthy-gorgeous (andy barber x reader)

First Date with Jefferson by @sgt-seabass (dark jefferson x reader)

Falling All In You by @treatbuckywkisses (andy barber)

[flordeamatista]

boyfriend Andy coming to you tomorrow ☺️

thank miss @jadedvibes 💜

[worksby-d]

Give me a dilfy 17

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Prompt: Tucking their hands beneath the other person’s shirt, just to watch them break the kiss and gasp in surprise at the sensation of cold/warm hands on their skin.

Warnings: Just cutie bf!Andy 🤭🫶

Word count: ~350

50 types of kisses prompts

When he peeks into the bathroom, you’re right where he left you twenty minutes ago. He got antsy waiting for you to get ready, so he went out to “shovel snow” off the driveway instead of pacing around.

You’re leaned over the counter to apply your mascara when you catch a glimpse of him out of the corner of your eye. 

His cheeks are rosy from the cold, but it’s not precious enough to keep you from rolling your eyes at him. 

“Did you get the two snowflakes off the driveway?” There was only a dusting, you knew he was just going out to waste time. “Will we make it to dinner?”

“Hey now.” He squints at you, pushing off the door frame to step behind you. His hands rest on your waist. “There was more snow out there than you think.” 

“Whatever,” you chuckle.

You take your eyes off of his in the mirror and turn your head to look back toward him. He leans to meet you halfway but pauses. You can tell he’s looking at your lips. 

“What?”

He raises a brow at you. “No lipstick yet?”

You’ve yelled at him enough times for being a pest and messing up your makeup that he knows to check now. 

“No lipstick yet,” you laugh. 

He gets the kiss he wants, albeit ironic that he’s the one distracting you now, prolonging the delay that had him anxious a couple minutes ago.

Lifting a hand up to his cheek, you feel his cold skin against your palm, but it’s nothing compared to the icicle of a hand you feel on your hip when the hem of your shirt rides up.

Your gasp forces a break in the kiss. “Brrr, Andy!”

“Sorry,” he laughs, quickly moving his hand. “I’m sorry. It’s cold out there.”

“No shit,” you scoff, playfully pushing him away so you can finish up. “Go warm up. I’m almost ready.”

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[fandomfluffandfuck]

um hi s! i'm back again thinking about tj and andy. i feel like they would meet at some random dive bar (i'm just going to pretend andy is divorced and never had a child). andy had a horrible day at the office and is a lot more than stressed. he needs to get work off his mind and defiantly needs some alcohol, not alone in an empty house. and tj happens to stumble in after having continuous fights with his parents and unhealthy coping mechanisms the whole week. he would innocently walk up to andy and instantly needs him.

oh gosh... tj just needs reassurance and support, but instead, he would rather get fucked by some random older guy he's never met and not think about everything horrible going on in his life. they would fuck the same night they met. andy purely can't help himself and loses any last bit of self-control. he hates himself for doing it, but he can tell tj is a good kid and needs someone, even if at that time it's only a one-night stand.

- bf showing anon (per usual i'm sorry this is so long)

related to this

Hi, sweets!

He shouldn't.

He can't.

The fucking kid is so young.

Andy's too old for him. Andy's too tipsy to take someone home even if that someone was his own age. But the kid is looking at him with this heat, and the alcohol in Andy's veins is burning, too, and really...

He can't stop this.

It's out of his hands even though it really, really fucking shouldn't be. He should have more self-control.

Yet...

He doesn't.

At least, Andy knows it's a bad decision as it unfolds with the kid's lips hot on his and trailing filthily down toward the collar of his buttoned up shirt while his hands paw at his tie. Andy's still kissing back, though. He knows this is stupid. He's gonna hate himself in the morning--he already hates himself for this--but...

He's too enraptured.

Shit.

Andy's a goner the moment he looks at those sweet eyes and that perfect mouth, and he feels the longing coming off of TJ in waves. And he continues to be a goner, no, more than a goner. Andy's doomed to repeat this terrible decision again and again; he knows it the second the crown of his cock finally pops into TJ's tight rim now that they're through Andy's front door and are sprawled out on the wood floor.

His length slides in nice and slow and wet. Andy isn't small. Jesus. This kid takes cock like a fucking champ. The only complaint Andy gets is an expression of pleasure, not pain. TJ chokes out this high, fuck-me whine that's almost incomprehensible but is supposed to be, "Ah! Ohgod-!"

It's all Andy can do to shut his eyes tight, growl, and bite down on TJ's still-clothed shoulder. How did this kid fall into his fucking lap? What did he do to deserve this piece of heaven? He hasn't been good. He'll take what he's got, though.

Never apologize for sending in long asks, I love them 😮‍💨😮‍💨

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

Anni!

I have two bfs.

Andrew Steven Barber

Coleslaw Tunner

And no I dont share...😘😝

I said it before the waiting list for Andy is really long. 😂

What about him?

I really don't want to share Cole. Y'all can vote for him but that's it.

[jamneuromain]

Water Bottle, Straw, and Lip Gloss

Andy Barber x You (Reader)

College AU, Teacher-Student Relationship, Professor Andy Barber, Student Reader, Fluff, mostly fluff, a lil humor maybe, talk about sex, Age Gap (implied), Dom/Sub relationship, pet names

Summary: Andy thought of ways of enforcing his rule of "drinking water" to you... would you be glad to accept it?

A/N: Happens right after the full story of Wishful Thinking. A drabble that is very much inspired by @rogerswifesblog/@rogerswifesblog-updates <3 when we talked about this post (which also goes a little to the Wishful Thinking Chapter 5).

I completed this on 4th Jul., but I'm waiting till now bc this is my birthday and I wish I would have an Andy (not my Prof obvi but) a daddy bf next year <3

Dancing in the Daydream (M. List)

Andy is very thorough on the aspect of drinking water. He demands that you have at least a Liter of water every day and is determined that he watches you drink most of the time.

The sixth glass of water at the end of the day, not counting the 500 ml bottle he handed you in the afternoon, is making you frown.

“Andy-” You try to whine yourself out of it.

“Nuh-uh.” He nudges the glass closer, “Drink. Before bed.”

Stupid dom-sub relationship. You fume. Showing every bit of reluctance as you gulp down the bland, tasteless, not even bubbly water.

“That’s my good girl.” He takes the empty glass and kisses you on top of your head.

“That tastes like… nothing.” You complain, wrapping your arms around your knees, “Can’t I have some taste in water? At least?”

Andy muses. He knows you are not a big fan of drinking. But he isn’t going to let your skin and lips get all dry and still insist that you are fine. One Liter of water doesn’t even meet the standards of an average adult.

“Tastes aren’t supposed to be in the water.” He pecks your damp lips, “Water is healthy for you.”

You purse your lips. You never quite liked the feeling of water remaining on your skin, or your lips, for that matter. Wiping your lips with the back of your hand, you mutter, “I think a sprinkler truck just ran over my tongue.”

“What’s that?” Andy pretends he didn’t hear you, “Oh, you want trucker daddy for roleplay tonight?”

“Oh screw you -” You lie down in an instant, pull the cover above your head, and play dead.

“Careful not to suffocate yourself, sweetheart.” He laughs, heading to the kitchen to clean the glass and soon back to bed with you.

As he is heading to the kitchen, he was reminded of the empty coffee cup on the counter. The cup you took home right after today’s lecture, for which he scolds you slightly not to replace water with coffee.

But the straw and the cup do ring a bell for him.

If he can’t make the water more tasteful – as it is water after all – he could do something else to make the drinking process more entertaining.

“A cup and a straw? Andy … ” You laugh so hard that your eyes blur with tears.

Andy has a smug smile on his face because of what he has done. In the decent box and decent wrapping paper, there is an orange translucent water bottle. Tiny white clouds are painted on the side of the bottle. It looks perfectly normal from the outside, with a piece of cardboard stuffed inside to keep it dry. Only when you pop the lid up, do you see that there’s a soft plastic straw connecting the top of the bottle to, which you guess, the bottom of the bottle.

There’s another straw, a blue firm-plastic one, with twirls in the middle and a pair of wings that makes the top of the crooked straw look like a flamingo.

A blue flamingo.

“Now you have it, you know, you can use it to drink water.” Andy shrugs like he’s one of the high school boys who pretend that they are super chill about everything that ever exists in the world. Except that he’s smiling. His blue eyes glinting with a touch of warmth and a ton of amusement. “Thought it would be more interesting with the, ahem, this cup.”

“I will.” You kiss his plump lips that hide behind his beautiful beard, smiling too, “very considerate, Professor Barber. Thank you for this birthday present. I like it a lot.”

A few weeks later...

Andy is in the bedroom, organizing the suits he needs to send to dry-clean when he hears your sweet voice calling him: “Andy dear, would you mind coming to the study for a bit?”

You sound a little sketchy, because you never use the term “Andy dear”, or “would you mind” with him. That sounds way too polite for both of you.

Still, he steps into the study. He can’t read your expressions, however, because your whole face was blocked by the huge computer screen in his study.

“Anything you need?” He puts his hands in his pockets, completely unaware of what you need him with.

“Oh yeah.” You lean your body over the large mahogany desk, turning the screen to him. Now he can see your face. Your lips purse into a tight line that is nothing close to the sweet voice you just used.

Oh crap.

What has he done?

“Care for an explanation? Andy dear?” The sweet voice now sounds like the sugary slick that flesh-eating plants produce to lure insects into the palm of their hands, or leaves, or whatever. He knows he’s in deep trouble, especially with the small vein pumping on the corner of your forehead.

Andy visibly gulps. His eyes turn to the large screen, on which you “considerately” point the mouse to what you were just referring to.

You nail nearly taps on the screen, the few words that seem perfectly normal in purple. His search history, “ANDY???”

Bottles for kids that don’t like to drink

Water bottle for kids

Reusable see-through straw for kids

Reusable straw for kids

Straw for kids

“What the fuck is this, ANDY???” You look at the screen when you pull out the website of what the search of “reusable see-through straw for kids” would lead to.

A fucking blue flamingo plastic straw.

Okay. He’s in deep shit.

“Listen, sweetheart-” “Don’t you sweetheart me!” “It’s just a joke! No wait, that doesn’t sound right too…” “Kids??? Andy??? KIDS BOTTLE??? FOR KIDS?????” You can barely contain your voice, and not the happy kind of voice.

“If you could just give me a second so I can talk myself out of this-”

You seriously look like a growling lion and Andy wishes he could slap himself when he blurts out what he thinks. He has pissed you off real bad.

“Yeah right. Kids, Andy? That what I am to you?” You slap your palm on the table, only that you used too much force and it hurts too much, so you quickly hide you palm beneath the surface.

“You’re my baby…?”*

You look at him with a poker face. Clenching and unclenching your jaw.

Highly unpleased.

Andy puts up his hand as if surrendering, taking a small step back, “You said it yourself that the straw with little wings was fun. I mean, it’s not that… unforgivable… right?” A few dry chuckles follow.

You take a long deep breath, rubbing your reddened palm with your other hand below the table surface, huffing, “You know what? I’m so mad I don’t want to talk right now.” You glare at him with your death stare, “And I’m going to order Bobba with extra syrup and cream tops this afternoon.”

Looking as if you’ll kill him should he argues otherwise.

Sugar will always help ease your tensed mind.

As you slurp bobba tea with extra bobba in the living room, Andy uses some lame excuse to come to the joint between kitchen and the living room, somewhat relieved to see that the kid straw is still in place right where it belongs, in the utensil racks near the fridge.

“What?!” Your eyes are throwing daggers at him, sensing his lips murmuring some words.

“So… the fun straw… stays?” He asks with uncertainty, scratching his chin – the typical move when he’s disturbed or awkward. Obviously the latter one in this case.

“Get out of my sight before I change my mind.” You pull a long face, answering reluctantly.

“The fun bottle too?”

“ANDY!”

You didn’t reject his puppy eyes along with the cuddles after dinner, playing some random reality show on the TV. None of you are truly interested in what’s playing on the screen. This is just you spending some time together, without having to pay attention to the background noise.

Andy fake coughs to capture your attention, as you curl up and lay your head on his chest, getting almost sleepy because of the carbs you’ve had for dinner tonight.

“I know you are upset. But could you please tell me why?” His thumb circles your shoulder, giving it a small squeeze.

This is his peace offering. You are not going to let that chance slip away. Also, you are not that angry, just a little angry.

You use what you use best, giving an example to explain your anger to him, absent-mindedly watching the boring drama on the screen, “What would you think if I tell you the milk in our fridge is made out of infant milk powder?”

“Okay. Ouch. Fair.” Andy agrees, suddenly realization, or more like a terrible idea strikes him, “Wait, no, it’s not, right?”

Dumb Andy. “God, you go to the grocery shopping with me all the time! How could you – I drink that too, just in case you forget.” You can’t help but roll your eyes. “Of course, they are not made out of powdered milk. Plus, you could at least tell me when you were handing me the gift, instead of finding it out myself.”

Which is truly the reason why you are mad.

You are always the type to rather live with knowledge and painful truth than knowing nothing and live a happy life. Andy is, no doubt, aware of this side of you, since the last big event happened in your life is largely caused from his intentional withheld information and dishonesty.

You promised each other to be honest. Not that every detail of your daily life should be disclosed to the other one, but important decisions and feelings should be shared, especially when you are in a relationship that contains elements of D/S.

Clearly, your dear boyfriend needs a reminder every once in a while.

Andy kisses the top of your head, muttering his apology, “I’m sorry baby. I swear I won’t keep anymore secrets even if the truth will piss you off.”

“Thank you, Andy. I’d appreciate that.” You nod, telling him that you accept his apology.

“In that case I should also probably tell you that I accidentally broke your vial of lip gloss two weeks ago and I bought you a new one.” Andy winces, the weight on your shoulder also moves away for a little.

“You WHAT???” You quickly scoot away, seeing that his facial expression a mixture of awkwardness and nervousness, adjusting your voice accordingly, “You. What?”

“Sorry.” He shrugs his shoulders together, crossing his arms in front of his chest, looking like he’s afraid of you biting his head off.

“Fucking hell I know that vial lasted way too long! I thought it was because I haven’t put on lip gloss for a while and there was still a lot in the bottle!” You grumble, “I’m ordering bobba tomorrow too. The death of my last vial of lip gloss is too much of a devastating news for me.”

“Whatever you want.” Andy agrees in the blink of an eye, leaning his body to you, saying the sincerest words ever, “I’m so sorry babe-”

“Oh you will be-” You prance in his direction, attacking the ticklish spot on the side of his waist.

“Whatever you want but that!” Andy announces and leaps away. As you put on your slippers and start a chasing war in the kitchen and living room, Andy dashes in the speed that beats you by a few seconds, always able to slip out of your grasp as you think you could get him.

“ANDREW STEPHEN BARBER you get back here!” You yell when he’s on the other side of the table, jumps and slides over the counter as you run around the large marble surface.

“I won’t unless you stop trying to tickle me!” He yells back, grabbing the couch pillow to block your attacks.

A few minutes later, you both are too tired to move a muscle, both lying on the couch, out of breath.

Andy throws aside the pillow on his stomach, his chest heaving up and down, “Okay that was not the kind of exercise I was expecting when cooking dinner.”

You are also too sore and overworked to grab his waist, even he’s only lying three feet away from you, “Oh shush. You’re not having that kind of exercise in forever.”

“Forever seems like a long time, how about an hour?”

“Not a chance.”

“An hour and a half? 50% chance?”

“Will you please get your head out of your pants?

“Sure. Sure.” You know what his “sure sure” means. And this is absolutely his “I say it but I don’t mean it” voice. But you are going to let it go.

Like the way you don’t mean it either when you agree with him on whether Jazz apples or Pink Lady apples have more nutrition.

They are just apples! But he likes Jazz so you’ll buy Jazz. No big deal.

“Jesus. Do we have a yearbook or something? I’m gonna vote Professor Andy Barber as the most unfuckable Professor of the Year.” You groan. All the running and sprinting burn out all your mood of doing anything exciting. In any sense.

“And in your pants later?”

You bury your face in his shoulders and sigh, slightly annoyed, “Fucking Christ. NO! God I’m gonna turn your horny switch off. Do you leave your horny switch on all day? No wonder you’re always trying to lure me to bed.”

“Right here.” Pointing at his lips.

You crane your neck to place a small kiss on the corner of his lips.

“Hmm. I don’t think the switch feels it. Maybe a few more kisses would do the trick.” He peeks at your expression, boldly asking for more with a lop-sided smile.

You reply with another kiss, “I think your switch is broken and needs to be sent back to the original manufacturer.”

Andy tuts, shaking his head, “Too bad. Once sold, can’t be returned.”

“Can I at least get a refund?”

“Refund? How about a re-lationship?”

You chuckle, but only because he’s tickling you when he’s saying the pun, “The pun is terrible.”

“Yeah well, it makes you laugh, so it counts.”

The alarm on his phone goes alive. He checks his phone with a glimpse and kisses your lips again before getting up, heading for the kitchen, returning shortly with your mug.

And that blue flamingo straw with tiny wings.

He jokes unabashedly, mimicking those muppet shows on TV, “One fun cup of water with one fun straw-”

“I’m not a kid anymore, Andy.” Even so, you take the mug and gulp down as fast as you can, before shoving the mug back to his hands.

“Of course.” He smiles, taking the mug and the straw to the sink to wash.

“Thank you.” You thank him, honestly, for not bringing up the fun bottle and fun straw topic anymore.

Andy returns, wiping his hand on a piece of kitchen cloth, can’t even hide the smug grin, which oftentimes means he’s brewing some sinister plan for you, “Since you’re claiming you’re not a kid anymore-” “I am not a kid.” “Right, right.” Andy nods, the annoying “I say it and don’t mean it” voice makes an appearance again, “That means you’re a grown up. And I’ll treat you like a grown up. And as a grown up,” Andy places his hand on the back of your neck, fiddling with the thin silver string on your neck, “you won’t be needing forehead kisses before bed, right?” His blue eyes glinting with mischief and wickedness, sparkling like the brightest sapphire.

Bravo him. Really. Thinking of “not treating you like a kid” and connecting it with “bedtime kisses”.

Jerk. He knows you can’t resist forehead kisses.

“Don’t you fucking dare take that away from me-” You growl. If your eyes can shoot daggers, he would be dead a thousand times by now.

He looks so thoughtful, his index finger and thumb glide over his beard, “Huh. So you are a kid...”

“Take your win for now, Andy.” You put out a grumpy face, “Don’t push your luck.”

Andy caresses your jaw with his damp palm, dropping to his knees to look at you from eye level. His thumb grazing over your wet lips. Sounding so soft. So loving. “All my luck is right here with me. How can I ever push you away?”

Bonus:

Two days after the "kids straw" incident, you receive an Amazon package on your doorstep.

A small box. Palm size.

You don't remember buying anything recently, but it has your name on it.

Probably some subscription you forgot to cancel.

You think it's some small object that you bought, subscribed for delivery in every few months, as you dissemble the cardboard on the outside.

Plus, if you did buy something, Amazon often takes a few days, if not a week for the merchandise to deliver.

You'll check your account later.

You stop the motion to tear the cardboard apart, checking the piece of sticker on the front of the box.

Interesting. It says the package is for Y/N Barber.

You never put your first name on with Andy's last name on. But Andy often does. When he's trying to distinguish the things he bought with those he bought for you, whether it's Amazon delivery or booking a table at a restaurant.

"Y/N Barber". Sounds kind of cute.

So it's a surprise...? You look down at the cardboard in your hand, having almost teared the whole box down.

Won't hurt if you take a look inside.

You peel off the brown packaging paper and -

"YOU BOUGHT ME A SIPPY CUP, ANDY?"

"OH FUCK. I'm sorry I forgot all about it, sweetheart."

"A SIPPY CUP???"

[cevansbrat0007]

I’ve seen so many tiktoks where girlfriends ask their bf what he would do if another girl flirted with him. Like the gf will act like the other girl, be all flirty and the bf will show how he would decline this other women. It’s funny! I can see Andy and reader doing this and Andy being so dramatic 😂

Oh. My. Goodness.

Baby Girl would spend all day trying to do this. But Andy would put up with it of course, because he is also the ultimate whore for his girl and he doesn't care who knows it. So, if she wants to stroke his face, caress his arm, sit in his lap, flirt with him - whatever - he's fine with it.

He'd just use it as an excuse to touch her, maybe wrestle her onto the bed, or the couch - even the floor. And then spend however many hours it took to reassure the Reader he would never ever want another. Why would he, when he has the woman of his dreams in his bed every night?

A woman who was literally made for him - body, mind, and soul.

Yeah, Andrew Barber's not going anywhere. And if Baby Girl ever forgets that, he's more than happy to get down his knees and offer up a little reminder the best way he knows how.

And promises that she'll enjoy every single, delicious moment of it.