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babyjakes · 4 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex shop

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

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

word count | 987

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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writing-for-marvel · 9 months

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"I dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Andy gets jealous of you talking with his colleague, you reassure him he’s everything you’ll ever need.

Warnings: age gap and although exact ages are never mentioned everyone is well and truly of age, jealous Andy

Word count: 700

A/N: this is for @nickfowlerrr’s the seven writing challenge - I spun the wheel for the seven deadly sins and got envy. A big thank you my darling friend @flordeamatista, queen of Andy fics, for not only providing the inspiration for this fic, but helping me with writing Andy for the first time and being my constant cheerleader 🩷 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Andy hated attending after work functions with his colleagues. He could barely stand dealing with them during the working week, but then to also be forced to give up his Saturday night so his boss could show off the house his old family money had bought him was another level of torture.

You were his saving grace. Part of him felt guilty for dragging the woman he loved along to these grandstanding cocktail parties where you were forced to make small talk with people you didn’t enjoy the company of, but you were also the only person who stopped him from going completely insane.

But at this moment, while he was stuck hearing about how his boss’s fantasy football team was performing, as if he didn’t hear enough about it at the office, Andy saw red as he was subjected to watch Dylan, the office womaniser, chatting you up.

In the back of his mind he knew with absolute certainty that you wouldn’t cheat on him, but the reason his heart clenched and acidic jealousy bubbled in his stomach was because of what Dylan represented: everything Andy couldn’t offer you.

He wasn’t young anymore, he was well aware the prime of his life was past him at this point in time. He had settled into a comfortable routine which didn’t involve a thriving social life which he remembered having with Laurie when they were your age. He was surely not as flexible or had as much energy as a young man fifteen years his junior.

He wanted to be able to give you the world, but all he had to offer was the trauma developed from his tarnished past, which was still following him around like a shadow, his back problems, wonky knee and the remainder of his life which would be distinctly shorter than Dylan, or someone of his age, could promise to spend with you.

The root of his envy was insecurity.

And he was green with envy.

Excusing himself from the one-sided conversation his boss was having, Andy set off with purpose, making a beeline to you, only to find you were already making your way over to him. Relief eased the tension in his shoulders as your gaze found his and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Your colleague, the guy behind me, is a creep.” You commented, hooking your fingers through his belt loops and pulling him protectively into you. Andy leaned down and placed a small, sweet kiss to your forehead, not needing to look behind you to know exactly who you were referring to. A sense of satisfaction filled his chest with the notion that you were clearly averse to Dylan’s pursuits.

“That’s not what most young women around the office think.”

“Well he is.” You stated firmly, a look of disgust flashing over your features. “Why does it take me telling him I have a boyfriend to respect that I’m not interested. Why would I want a boy like him, when I already have a man like you?”

Andy smiled, coming to the realisation that he had no reason to be jealous. Perhaps he couldn’t offer you his callow youth, but he did have maturity and experience, which would surely be much more valuable in a devoted relationship.

“You are a dream come true, you know that?” In response to this you scrunched your nose and smiled in a way that made Andy’s heart fill with pure adoration and devotion.

You truly were all he would ever need for the remainder of his life.

“You’re my dream come true too, Andy.” Standing on your tiptoes, arms sling around his neck, you placed a delicate kiss against his lips, neither of you paying any mind to his colleagues who could be watching on. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Taking a beat to commit the moment to memory, Andy made a promise to himself that he would never take his second chance at love for granted.

“Let’s go home, handsome.” You suggested, tugging gently on his tie with that mischievous grin which always promised a sinfully pleasurable time. “I have plans for us that definitely don’t involve the rest of you colleagues.”

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Pretty Princess - Andy Barber (Smut)

Summary: Andy Barber gets jealous when he presumes you shared a room with one of his associates. Also this isn't defending jacob compliant, i haven't watched the show I'm just a fan of Mr. Barber.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, nickname - princess, cum play, oral f and m receiving, p in v, multiple orgasms, cockwarming, beard kink?.

A.N: I fully blame @elle14-blog1 for filling my mind with andy filth so here is lawyer daddy Barber for everyone, (well i almost put the daddy kink in it but i'm still not sure about writing it, its a me block i'm working up the courage) let me know what you all think! Also is anyone else feral for him and mr. Levinson?

Word Count: 1.8k

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Something is amiss, you think as your eyes fall on the clock that reads two a.m., there is a source of warmth to your left which wasn’t present as you decided to tuck in for the night.

The warmth hums, large hands running up your sides.

“How was it? Sharing a room with him?” He murmurs, his voice has an edge. The one you’ve heard countless times in the courtroom and during one on one negotiations.

“An-Andy?” You manage to squeak out, when he pulls you closer, shifting so he’d be hovering above you.

The sleeves of his white shirt are rolled till his elbows, the top three buttons undone and you can see the inviting skin of his chest. His woodsy scent has you wanting to be pressed up against him.

“Why the innocent little eyes, princess? Didn’t think I would know? I sent you for work and what did you do with him? How dare you even think to share what is mine.” He raises a brow, blue only a thin rim around his pupils.

Your thighs squeeze, but his own limbs keep you spread apart, the thin material of your sleep shorts bloom with the warmth of him flush against you.

“Look at you, do you know you call out for me in your sleep?” His nose brushes along your jawline, chest rumbles deeply. His hips shift forward and your clit pulses in response.

“Andy, I didn’t sleep—,” You want to tell him nothing happened. That you went to a different motel because you weren’t comfortable sharing a room with Ari.

He tuts, “Sweet, sweet, girl. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else.” He promises, placing open mouth kisses along your neck, tongue swirling over your shirt your nipples harden for him.

You cry out as he bites down upon the pebbled flesh. Your hips arch, pressing against his crotch. Andy hums in approval.

“Feel what you do to me princess? Achingly hard, the times I’ve used my hand wishing it was your soft, tight warm cunt or that troublesome mouth of yours, fuck.” Andy grinds against you, your fingers tighten their grip in his hair.

“Andy,” You beg, for more, you need to feel more.

“What is it princess?” He groans rutting against you harder.

“Need, need you more.” You mewl, he sits back on his knees, hair tousled, eyes watching you.

Your eyes fall to his tongue licking his lips, he breaths in deep a smirk widening on his lips.

You feel yourself clench around nothing.

“Strip for me princess.” He instructs, you prop yourself against the headboard, undoing the buttons of the silk shirt, Andy’s hedonistic blue eyes rake over the newly exposed skin.

Licking his lips he grabs the waist band of your shorts in his teeth, dragging it down your hips. Large palms tap at your thighs, you lift your hips to help him take the fabric off of you.

You hiss at the cold air, nipples hardening.

“Look at that achingly sweet cunt begging for me, isn’t she?” Andy blows over the heated flesh, a whimper escapes your lips.

“Andy, please—,” your words cut off into a moan as his tongue swirls around your clit. He sucks upon the aching flesh, you can feel his beard brushing over your folds being coated with your arousal as he devours you.

He hums in approval and you preen, fingers finding his hair and tugging him closer. Large hands grip your hips anchoring you to the bed, his tongue moves over your folds.

Andy places soft kisses to the flesh of your thighs, edging you away from the orgasm he was building.

“Please.” You whimper, he blows on your clit again. Cold against heated flesh, one hand moves from your hips, his middle finger knuckle deep inside of you.

“So tight. Think you can take me, princess?” Andy taunts, wet squelches of his movement ring over his words.

“Clenching around me? Hmm, of course you can take me, pussy was made for my cock only right?” His lips latch onto your clit, two fingers are stretching you out, tracing over your walls.

Your stomach tightens, Andy, Andy, Andy consumes your every thought.

“That’s right, Princess. You’re only going to say my name, only remember my name, and pray it all night long.” Andy grins, licking his lips, fingers thrusting at a relentless pace and tongue flicking over your clit.

You cum shuddering against his mouth, the burn of his beard against your flesh. Through the aftershocks he doesn’t relent, lapping up your release, giving hums of approval that have you still drip for him.

Andy pulls away, through hooded eyes you look at him. Gone is his shirt and pants, length straining against his boxers.

“Aw, Princess can’t stay without getting wet for me? Look at you making a mess.” Andy teases, palms wrapping around your ankles and sliding you to the edge of the bed.

“Andy, fuck me, please.” You request, his greedy lust fill eyes soften, thumb tracing over your jaw then bottom lip.

Your lips part as you suck the tip.

“Greedy little girl.” He chastises, the smirk on his face has you know he’s enjoying himself.

“Want my cock, Sweetheart?” His thumb is in your mouth pressing on your tongue.

Your doe like eyes look up at him, you nod.

“Only I know how filthy you really are, hiding behind those innocent little eyes.” Andy traces his thumb down your chin, neck and sternum, brushing over your nipples.

“On your knees princess. You beg so nicely and hands on my thighs. Don’t even think about touching yourself.” He warns.

Your thighs clench, sinking down on your knees you reach for the waistband of his boxers helping him out of them.

His tip covered in a sheen of precum, you lick your lips. Kissing the tip as your eyes meet his, the groan Andy gives sends a pulse to your clit, gagging slightly at his girth you slowly work your way to taking him half way.

“That’s it Princess, keep going, fuck you look so pretty like this, lips all stretched around my cock.” He praises, hands running over your hair.

You shift, trying to get some friction but nothing works, bobbing your head you try to take more of him in, tears brim over your eyes.

“Aw, is my cock too big? We’ll make it fit baby. Your sweet little pussy is going to be stretched all around my cock soon.” Andy promises, tone darkening at your muffled preen.

“Don’t you want to make me happy? That mouth feels so good.” Andy groans as you pull away then take him back in, hollowing your cheeks slightly you find a rhythm that works and the way Andy begins to swear and his grip tightening on your hair you know you’re doing a good job.

“Fuck, Princess, keep going fuck, fuck fuck.” Andy moans your name, slowly breaking your rhythm to set his own pace to fuck your mouth.

He pulls away, a thin thread spit still connecting your lips to him, “Oh Princess, get on the bed, all fours.”

You do as he says, his fingers tease your cunt,

“So fucking wet, such a good little Princess.” He praises, your hips shift back.

“Andy.” You whimper when a stinging slap is on your clit.

“Patience.” He growls, his length gathering you on him.

Slowly he pushes into you, you moan, hands shaking as you try to relax to get him inside of you.

Andy moans your name, “Tightest little pussy. Fuck—,” halfway in he pulls out. Entering you again further, you feel so full.

Andy picks a rhythm that works each time he pushes further into you, your walls flutter around his thick length.

“Look at you taking my cock so good, can feel me everywhere can’t you?” He questions you nod against the sheets too far gone to speak.

His palm wraps around your throat pulling you up, his cock brushes over the spot that has you moan loudly, head against his shoulder, palm around your neck.

Andy’s hips move relentlessly the new angle has your pussy gripping him like a vice, he moans other hand moving to circle your clit.

You begin to thrash in his hold, each thrust right over your g-spot, each circle of his fingers sending waves of pleasure through you.

You don’t know how you’re making the sounds you can distantly hear over the building roar of your orgasm.

Andy keeps praising you, praising your pussy for being so good. The stretch and burn of him so delicious you clench hard around him before giving over to the orgasm, pliant in his arms as he chases his own release.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Princess you going to milk me? You going to let me fill you up? Mark you? Yes you are—, Fucking hell.” Andy’s hips stutter you feel the warmth bloom inside you as he cums, with a loud moan of your name, his speed slows down but he still fucks you through it.

You grip his wrist when he begins to rub your clit again, sensitive but you can’t help it when he demands one more from you, he just wants to feel you cum around him.

“You can do that right, Princess? Come on oh, there it is, such a good girl fuck—,” your walls spasm around him Andy groans as your pussy milks him well for everything he’s got.

He turns you around, laying you on your back.

Andy admires as a ring of white coats the base of his cock, little streams of your mixed cum rivulet over your folds.

“Marking me, my sweet little Princess?” Andy questions meeting your gaze.

“I’m all yours sweet girl.” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck. Placing kisses over your skin.

Your pulse still thrums, his kisses helping slow it down as you bask in his affection.

Slowly he moves to retrieve a damp washcloth to clean you up. You move closer to him, Andy places soft kisses to your forehead and cheek.

“You okay there, Princess?” He chuckles when you whine only wanting to be close to him.

“Just want you.” You mumble.

“You have me Princess, only me.” He promises darkly.

Through the haze of your slumber coaxed mind, you can feel him turn you parting your thighs, mewling as he slowly pushes his cock inside you.

Arm around your waist he shushes you with a kiss to your hair.

“Relax Princess, just want to keep you full,”

You relax against him, shifting and clenching around him when he plays with your nipples, heat pools in your stomach again.

“Nice and full of me.” He chuckles as your hips move over him for more.

“My greedy little Princess, I’ll give you everything.” He assures, grasping your chin and tilting your head to kiss you full of promises.

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jadedvibes · 1 year

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to be his wife 🥰

Mrs. Barber

Oh what a dream ♡ Let's imagine what it'd be like if after leaving his ex he met a lawyer that was his ideal match.

Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, fluff, possessive!andy sprinkled in.

Word Count: 825

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From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.

Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.

Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.

He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past.

Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible.

Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen.

“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight.

“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door.

He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you.

Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that.

“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him.

The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense.

Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough.

His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that.

Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife.

Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often.

And now that Andy loves you, he can never stop. Because you’re his better half, his gorgeous and amazing wife, his Mrs. Barber.

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americasass91 · 1 year

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Need You Now

Hello, my lovelies!

So listen….this is completely self indulgent and is all Mr Evan’s fault. He just had to go and win Sexiest Man Alive and have a sexy fucking photoshoot. And those pictures just had to make me feral.

This is definitely not the best thing I’ve ever written. Threw it together in about an hour. Again having nobody to blame but Christopher.

I mean how could I not after I saw the above picture? I couldn’t not write something.

Well anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

*DISCLAIMER, if you’re under 18, just go away. This isn’t for you! Kindly fuck off. Thanks!

Words: 2.4k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Language, unprotected Smut, P in V sex, Breeding Kink, talks of trying to conceive, husband and wife kink if you squint, Chris in that picture, I think that’s it

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“Why did you agree to this again?”

You rolled your eyes at your husband as you continued doing your makeup in the mirror. “Because Andy, it’s the last good weekend before the colder weather sets in and because we were invited and I want to go.”

Your grumpy husband lets out a sigh. “I would’ve much rather done our own thing than go to this cookout.”

You put the finishing touches on your makeup and turn around to look at him. “Why? It’ll be fun! They’re our friends, Andrew. We don’t see them very much.”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “But I don’t even like half of these people.”

“Oh, come on. It won’t be that bad. I promise. If we get there and you are bored to tears and hating life, then we’ll go. Scouts honor!”

He walks until he’s standing in front of you and puts his hands on your hips. “Okay, fine. I’ll go but only because you want to. But when we get back…” He starts trailing light, barely there kisses along the side of your neck until he reaches your ear..”You better plan to be up all night, filled with me.”

Before the shivers finish trailing up your spine, Andy steps away with a chuckle to go get dressed. Well shit. Now you aren’t sure you want to go yourself. You shake your head. No. You had promised your friends you’d show up. Plus you were already ready. And you thought you looked pretty cute in your yellow sundress.

You turn back around to face the mirror to double check your hair when your husband emerges from the closet. You do a double take as he sits on the bed to slip on his boots.

Jesus Christ you have forgotten how to breathe.

Your usually suited up, straight laced A.D.A., is sitting there looking like sex on legs.

He’s in a pair of black slacks and a dark green shirt. But that’s not what has you open-mouthed and drooling. It’s the way he only buttoned up the shirt about halfway and you have a clear view of the chain he always wears and the tattoos that litter his chest. Including your name he has tattooed over his left pec.

Christ on a cracker. You can already tell your panties have soaked through. This piece of shit is doing this on purpose. He knows the effect he has on you.

“Sweetheart?”

You shake your head as you close your mouth, stunned to see him standing in front of you. He reaches up and wipes some drool from the side of your mouth. “You, uh, got some drool there.”

You open your mouth to retort but realize your brain has short circuited from the beauty of the man in front of you.

Sure, you’re married and have been together for a long time. Doesn’t mean you aren’t still widely attracted to the man.

He gives your ass a smack. “We better get going. Don’t want to be late.”

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After changing into a fresh pair of panties, you and Andy head on over to your neighbor's house across the street.

You both head ou tback where the party is in full blast. “Well look what the fucking cat dragged in! The Barbers!”

Your eyes instantly spot the man yelling. “Hi, Mike!”

You let go of Andy’s hand and let Mike pull you into a quick hug. You’re soon pulled out of it by his wife Kate and pulled into her arms. “Oh my god! I can’t believe you actually showed up!” She pulls away and looks you up and down. “Cute dress! Come on, let’s go get you a drink!”

You turn your head about to see if Andy wants anything, but see a beer has already been put into his hand and is standing in a circle of the other husband’s chatting. Looks like he’s even enjoying himself. You knew he would.

Kate drops your hand after you make it over to the drink table. “So, what’s your poison?”

You eye the table and decide to play it safe and stick with an old fashioned wine cooler. Kate just rolls her eyes at you. “That’s it?”

You twist the cap off and take a quick sip. Just as good as you remember them. “I don’t want to get too crazy. Plus, it’s been forever since I’ve had one of these.”

Kate looks up after she gets done pouring an adequate amount of rum into her coke. “Well, they are delicious. So, how’ve you been? How’s, uh, everything?”

You take another swig before answering. Of course she’s wondering if you’d had any luck conceiving. You shrug your shoulders. “Nothing yet, but we’ve only been trying for a few months. Plus my doctor said it may take awhile since I had been on birth control since I was 15. Might take a little bit for all those hormones to leave my system.”

She nods. “Yeah, it took about a year for me to get pregnant. Don’t worry, I’m sure it’ll happen!”

You shake your head. “I’m not worried. It’ll happen if it’s meant to. And if not, then we’ll adopt. I’m not going to stress over it. The doctor said stressing about it can make it not happen so I’m going to stay positive.”

Kate smiles at you. “That’s a great mindset! Regardless of how it happens, you’ll make an amazing momma!”

“Thank you! I hope so! I’m sure I’ll be asking you for lots of tips.”

She takes a sip of her drink as she looks over at her kids playing around the yard with the other neighborhood kids. “Oh, I’ve got plenty!”

The 2 of you are soon joined by a couple other women you hadn’t seen in awhile either. You guys chat and gossip about everything that’s been going on lately. As the conversation turns to something you’re less than interested in, you can’t help but let your eyes wander over to Andy.

The men have migrated to a group of lawn chairs and are laughing about something. Andy’s eyes catch yours and he gives you a smile. God you loved him. You return it before getting pulled back into the conversation when one of the ladies asks how your job is going.

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About 2 hours later it starts getting dark out. All the women had rejoined their significant others at the lawn chairs.

You were currently laying against Andy’s chest, him leaned back with his arms wrapped around you. The fire had been going for a while now and you were all nice and toasty.

A few of the couples had gathered their kids and bid their goodbyes. That left only Kate’s and Mike’s kids and a few couples left sat around the fire.

You’re just enjoying listening to the conversations going on around you, letting the vibrations of Andy’s chest as he talks to Mike lull you to sleep.

You just get your eyes shut when your phone starts going off.

You quickly grab it and silence it. Kate asks if everything is okay. You wave a hand in her direction. “Yeah, just my mom texting me.”

But that’s a lie.

That wasn’t your text tone that went off. You knew that sound well. And judging from the way Andy is now practically squirming underneath you, so does he.

You have this app on your phone to help track when you’re ovulating. And anytime you’re in a peak ovulation time, an alarm goes off. The sound has lately made your husband feral. He’ll bend you over the nearest surface and stuff you full.

Speaking of.

He is currently subtly rutting his erection into your ass.

You hold back a whimper and grab onto his arm. “Andy, stop. Not here.”

He leans down to whisper into your ear, “Should’ve thought about that when you made plans to come here. You know what that fucking alarm does to me. Need to be inside you baby girl. Now.”

Oh, fuck.

You’re about to suggest going home when the rest of the couples, and kids, start to stand up and head toward the house. Mike goes over and puts the fire out.

Kate comes over to your chair. “We’re going to head inside and watch the new Halloween movie. You guys wanna come?”

You don’t even have time to open your mouth to respond before Andy does. “Nah, I think we’re going to head home. Both of us are a little tired. Aren’t we, sweetheart?”

You nod your head. “Yeah, the fire made me tired.”

She nods. “Okay, well let’s get lunch next week?”

You agree. “Sounds great! Thank you for inviting us.”

She waves as she heads inside. You go to get up but are forcefully pulled back down. “Just where do you think you’re going, baby girl?” He moves your hair to the side and starts kissing and biting at your neck, all the while moving his right hand under your dress.

“Well I thought we could head home and take care of-“ But you’re cut off when his fingers make contact with your clothed core.

“Too far. Need you here, now.”

You go to protest but he moves your panties aside and sinks a finger into you.

You smack your hand to your mouth to keep your moan in. Andy just chuckles behind you as he adds another finger and starts scissoring them around. “Need to keep quiet, baby. Don’t want the neighbors knowing what we’re doing out here.”

You clench down on his fingers. “Oh? Maybe you do, huh? Does my baby girl want to get caught?”

You can’t even respond. You start grinding against his hand. He indulges you for a few minutes before he pulls his fingers out and flips you around so that you’re straddling him. He pulls you in for a lust filled kiss before he grabs your hands and puts them at the top of his pants. “Go on. Take me out.”

You don’t need to be told twice.

Not wasting any time, you unbutton and unzip his slacks. You quickly find out he has gone commando this evening. You look up at him in surprise. He just gives you a sexy smirk. “Easier access?”

You roll your eyes and lean back in for a kiss, your right hand wrapped around his achingly hard cock, pumping it up and down.

Andy brushes your hand away and pulls your panties to the side. “Sorry sweetheart. Need to be inside you.”

Not wanting to wait any longer yourself, you grab ahold of his cock and hover over him and rub his tip along your soaked slit before sinking down on his length. You throw your head back and let out a sigh of relief. You love nothing more than to be filled by your husband.

Andy takes a minute to watch the pleasure on your face. It doesn’t last very long though before he grabs your hips and starts grinding you back and forth in his lap.

You don’t catch the moan that escapes you this time.

“Shhh. Need to be a good girl and stay quiet while your husband fills you up.”

You nod and place your hands on his shoulders as you take over the movement of your hips, picking up the pace. Andy releases his hold on your hips and smacks your ass before pulling the top of your dress down enough so your tits spring free. He pays extra attention to your nipples, knowing how much you like it.

After a few minutes, you change from grinding to bouncing up and down on his cock as best you can on a lawn chair. You can already feel yourself close to an orgasm. “Andy, please. Gonna cum. Need help. Please.”

He repositions a little so that his left leg hangs off the side of the lawn chair and plants his foot on the ground. He grabs the back of your head with his left hand and pulls you down until you’re chest to chest, pulling you into another kiss. He takes his right hand and moves it in between you so he can rub your clit.

He uses the little leverage he has with his foot and starts thrusting up into you, hitting your g spot from this position. You moan into his mouth.

“Fuck, baby girl. Squeezing me so good. Won’t last much longer after you cum. Need to fill you up.”

You’re both now just panting into each other’s mouths. “Please Andy.N-need it. Need your cum.”

“Yeah? Need me to fill you up, huh? Yeah you do. Gonna fuck a baby into you sweetheart.”

And that’s what does you in. You cum with a silent cry, your hands digging into his shoulders.

He only lasts a few more thrusts before he gives into his own pleasure. You can feel his warm spend filling you up as he slows his thrusts down, eventually coming to a stop. You both take a minute to catch your breath before you make eye contact and burst out laughing.

“Can’t believe we just fucked on a lawn chair in our neighbors backyard.”

He pulls you in for a sweet kiss. “I fucking love you, Mrs. Barber.”

You smile. “I love you, Mr Barber.”

He cups your face and brushes his thumb against your bottom lip, smiling when you press a kiss to it. “Think we better get home, sweet girl. Before I take you on this chair again.” As he says this, you can feel him start to harden inside of you.

Startled at how quick he’s ready to go again, you quickly get up and let out a hiss as he slips out of you.

You right your clothes as best you can before grabbing your phone and helping him up.

He tucks his cock back into his slacks as best he can with a hard on and zips and buttons them up. He grabs your hand and starts practically pulling you towards your guy's house.

“Hurry up baby. That pussy isn’t going to fill itself up.”

You were in for a long night.

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cevansbaby-dove · 1 month

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Let's get lost 18+

Pairing: Andy barber x Reader.

Warnings: oral (M receiving) fingering, pet names daddy, babygirl.

Thank you so much @buckys-wintersoldier for writing the smut i'll come back to you for sure! It's amazing!

And thank you to @katherineswritingsblog for this idea ;) Bottom line is your Jacob's Girlfriend but damn His daddy Andy just has to be with you taking you to the airport. Will things get out hand or will you two fall more In love then you are in love with his son?

You were staying over at The Barbers for the night when you woke up and You put on a shirt and one of your jeans that has holes in it. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen and you see jacob's dad sipping coffee reading over some papers.

"Morning Mister Barber" You said with a smile. Andy looks at you and says. "Y/n come on your dating my son please call me Andy" You grab a cup and nod. "Sorry Mister- I mean..Andy"

Andy says. "coffee?" You nod. "yes please Andy thank you" He pours the coffee and says. "Cream? Sugar?"

"Cream sounds great!" He grabs the cream and his wife walks into the kitchen. "Good Morning Y/N" Andy watches you and you send her a smile then look at him and smile. "thanks'

You say. "So I wanted to ask if Andy can take me to the airport Laurie.

"Sure I don't mind" You heard Andy say. His wife folds her arms. "uh..when do you leave?"

You looked at Laurie. "around noon" She nods and Andy says. "I should be good I have a case at two but I can take you to the airport."

You nod. "Thank you for the coffee Andy. I should go pack" Your eyes meets Laurie's and she presses her lips together and she nods.

You walk away and you hear Laurie say. "Are you fucking kidding me?? She can call you Andy now? My god!"

You walk into the guestroom and pack and feel a pair of hands around your waist. "hmm morning Jake" He kisses your neck. "Good morning"

You smiled but your mind went right to his father...Andy God he was amazing..in so many ways.

"Jake uh I have to get packed maybe another time?" he says in your ear. "okay baby I love you' You smiled. "I love you too" he kisses your cheek and says sitting on the bed in front of you. "Did you have anything to eat yet?"

you shake your head. "Just coffee, An-your dad was nice to give me a fresh cup" he nods. "So when will you be back?" You sigh. "Maybe a few weeks, I'm sorry Jake but this case is important"

He nods once more. "You sound like my dad" he laughed. You smile. "Shit I do!" You laughed and sit by him and wrap your arms around him. "i'll miss you" You learn your head on him and he says. 'I'll miss you too"

**** time skip: two hours.

"y/n i'm out in the car whenever your ready" You heard Andy say. You grab your bag. "Coming sorry"

You rushed down the stairs and Andy is by the door and he chuckles. "Whoa hey calm down I didn't mean to make you get into a hurry"

You hugged Jake then give him a kiss and say. "See you soon" he smiles.

Andy smiles as you walk past him and walk to his car. He opens the door for you and you smile and get in. "thank you"

he smiles and says. "you're welcome" he shuts the door and then gets into the driver's side and backs out from his driveway.

Andy is quiet for a bit then you say. "you okay Andy?" he glances at you. "yes sorry" You smile. "You know I don't bite....hard at least"

Andy coughs. "the fuck?" You giggle placing your hand on his arm. "You heard me" Andy's arm tenses feeling your hand on it.

You pull your hand away and Andy turns his car sharply to the right and then pulls into a dirt road.

He then parks his car and looks at you. "Fucking tease aren't you?"

You blink at the sudden switch of his tone, he was nice but now it's dark and filled with lust. "Andy i'll be-" he lean over kissing your lips softly.

Your body tenses when his tongue slides across his lips, leaving them shinning wet with his saliva.

Your hands, which are now placed on your thighs, are gripping them slightly, and your nails are digging into the fabric of your pants.

His eyes fix every one of your movements, smirking softly when he sees the reaction he has on your body.

“Make me go crazy, babygirl. Your little teasing game, do you think it’s fun to play with daddy, don't you? And now pressing your thighs together, so desperate, aren’t you?”

His words make you gasp, and your eyes widen. A tingle appears in your stomach and makes its way down until it reaches your core, causing you to whimper.

“I-I. Andy, I-I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to,” you whimper. “You did; you want all of daddy’s attention, don’t you?”

He teases, his hand finding its way on your thigh. When his hand touches your leg, your breath hitches, and you gasp.

Your eyes immediately fix on his hand, which makes it way higher and closer to your already throbbing pussy.

Andy moves his hand slowly, making sure you feel comfortable so he doesn’t overstep your boundaries.

His eyes meet yours, looking for everything that could make him stop moving his hand closer to your core, but there is nothing but pure lust and desperation. “Please, daddy,” you mumble, closing your eyes when he presses one finger on your covered pussy.

“There she is, my good girl. But you need to earn it, babygirl,” he tells you, smirking when you look like a lost puppy at him.

“Looking so innocent, but we both know you’re not as innocent as you try to act like. Come on, suck daddy’s cock, and make him feel good. Can you do it?”

You nod, eyes locked with his blue eyes that always got lost in, while he unbuckles his belt.

You don’t dare look at his cock when he shoves his pants and boxers down.

His ocean-blue eyes are pulling you deep into them, letting you forget all around you.

Your boyfriend's dad is sitting next to you in the car, his hand stroking his dick while he waits for you to take it and make him feel good. He has imagined it so often.

Jerking himself off while he thought about your tight pussy, how warm it would feel, and the way you would moan softly, lips parted and eyes almost closed while he would fuck you through one after another orgasm.

“You can look at it; take what’s yours.” Your eyes slowly move from his eyes to his lips before you let them slide down his body until you reach his dick.

Your jaw drops open when you see his huge length, delicious but huge.

His cock is hard, the tip leaking with pre-cum while he stokes it slowly with his big hand. When you get to see the vein on the underside of his member, you whimper once again, making him chuckle.

“Wrap your hand around it, babygirl and then use your mouth as well; can you do it?” “Y-yes.”

He narrows his eyebrows; his intense stare makes your pussy throb even more, and you reach to wrap your hand around his member, but he pushes you back with his other hand, gripping your chin harshly. “Can you do it, babygirl?”

He asks, his tone rough, and you shiver. “Y-Yes, d-daddy. I can m-make you feel good,” you say quietly.

Andy smirks, letting go of your chin and of his length. With shaking hands, you lean over and grip his cock.

Your mouth waters when you feel the softness, even though his dick is rock-hard right now.

Your thumb brushes over his tip, making him gasp, and Andy throws his head back while he watches your hand move up and down his length.

Then you lean closer, licking across his tip and tasting him, his salty pre-cum slowly flowing down your throat, and you moan softly.

Andy’s hand grabs a fist full of your hair, pushing you further down so you have to take his cock into your mouth.

And you do. You open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and letting his cock slide into your mouth.

Your tongue is stroking the underside of his member, feeling the vein poking out softly, and a pornographic moan leaves his lips when his dick slides down your throat.

You gag, trying to push yourself off his cock, but his grip on your hair is too strong.

It makes him feral to feel your nails digging into his pants while you swallow his cock and gag around it.

His length is just too big for you, but he knows you’re a good girl for him; you’re taking him so well.

“Breathe through your nose, babygirl. You’re doing so well for me, taking my dick like a good girl,” he says.

You do as you’re told; you breathe through your nose, and the feeling of throwing up fades away.

You listen to his heavy breaths and his groans when you slide your tongue along his cock and bob your head, his tip gliding down your throat before you circle it with your tongue.

Andy’s cock twitches in your mouth, and before you can continue to circle the tip with your tongue, he pulls you off his cock, presses his lips hungrily on yours, and kisses you passionately, his hand gripping your neck softly. “Don’t make me come just yet,”

he groans against your lips before he pushes you back into the passenger seat. “Take off your pants.”

Your eyes widen, and you look at him slightly confused. Andy chuckles, but the way his eyebrows narrow and his eyes darken even more makes you shiver and tells you that he isn’t as patient with you taking off your pants as his smile says.

“I’m not asking again, babygirl. Take your pants off.” With shaking hands, you open your pants, slide them down your legs, and take them off completely.

Your panties are soaked, and Andy doesn’t waste time placing his fingers on top of your panties, feeling the arousal through the fabric. “All wet, huh? Just for me, are you so wet for me?”

“Y-yes, daddy.” Andy guides two of his fingers over your covered folds.

Before you can take another breath, his fingers are already underneath the fabric, massaging your folds and clit with such talent. Soft moans leave your lips; you grip the seat and thrust your hips forward.

Andy takes his time, circling your clit before he slides his fingers to your entrance, groaning when he gets greeted by more arousal, which is dripping out of you. “P-Please, A-“

He interrupts you when he pushes a finger without warning inside of you. He didn’t bother that you’re not adjusted to the one while he pushes another inside of you.

You moan loudly, tears building up in your eyes when the pain burns in your pussy. “Aww, I’m sorry, babygirl. It’s ok; daddy’s got you. You know why I did that?”

You shake your head, feeling so fucked off already that you’re not even trying to think about a reason why he pushed immediately two fingers into your tight entrance.

Also, the pain turns slowly into pleasure, wanting him to move his digits inside of you. “Don’t call me Andy,” he tells you, leaning close to kiss the tear in your cheek away. “I-I’m sorry, but please move!” You gasp, trying to thrust your hips against his hand.

Andy slowly pulls his thick fingers out of you before he pushes them just as slowly into you.

He curls his fingers, hitting your sweet spot, while you turn into a whimpering and moaning mess.

He could do that the whole time, looking at you while your eyes are almost closed, sweat covering your forehead softly, and the way your pretty, plumb lips are slightly parted.

The sweet sounds that leave your lips while you can’t get enough of his fingers in your cunt.

His thumb circles your clit, making you gasp once again and bringing you closer to the edge.

Your hips buck forward, his fingers sliding completely inside of you, and he stops his movements inside of you for a moment, just circling your clit. “Squeezing my fingers like a good girl. You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

You moan saying. “I’m your good girl. Please, s-so close,” you whimper, turning your head to look at him. Andy is smiling, drunken with lust, while his fingers stroke your tight walls.

You’re clenching around him, sucking him deeper inside of you, and his thoughts are running wild.

How perfect would you feel around him, squeezing his cock like you do with his fingers? Just a moment before you come all over his fingers, he removes them, leaving you whimpering and pouting in your seat while he watches his glistening fingers in awe.

It shouldn’t be allowed to look that hot, especially when he takes your fingers into his mouth, his lips closing around them while he cleans them, sucking at them and groaning at the taste of you.

“Too bad it’s a shitty place to get a taste of you, but at some point I really need to have a taste of you, babygirl.”

You whimper softly and move your hand between your legs, dipping your fingers between your wet folds to get at least a bit of relief.

“You’re not allowed to touch you, or did I allow you to do so?” He asks, demanding.

You shake your head and look at him, asking for more with the way you look at him. Andy pats his thighs, waiting for you to crawl over them and sit on them.

His cock is still rock-hard, leaking with pre-cum. He grabs his cock, giving himself a few stokes, before he brings his other hand to your ass and grabs it tightly.

Andy pushes you up until you’re just inches away from his cock, and he could easily slip inside of you. “Move your panties to the side, please,” he says, staring at your pussy.

You do as you’re told, and Andy doesn’t waste time lowering you on his dick, his tip pressing against your entrance before he pushes inside of you.

You grab his shoulders, grounding yourself while his huge length stretches you.

Andy thrusts his hips upward, pushing his cock balls deep into you, before he lowers both of you and gives you a moment to adjust to his length.

His hands capture your cheeks, and he makes you look at him, then he leans closer and kisses you.

His tongue is gliding over your lips before you part them softly. Andy helps you to move slowly on his cock, making sure you’re comfortable.

His warm breath hits your soft skin, and his groans get louder when you clench around him.

“Feeling so good around my cock, babygirl.” He kisses along your jawline to your neck, biting softly into your skin.

You bounce on him, letting his cock stroke your walls, coating them in your arousal. “Look at it; look how perfect you are,” he mumbles, making you look down at his dick.

An erotic moan slips through your lips. You move at a slow pace in his cock until Andy can’t hold back anymore and thrusts up, deeper into your pussy. “Andy, please-“

His hands grip your hips tight, pushing you down his length and stopping both of your movements. You whine frustratedly, trying to move and get more friction where you need it the most right now. “Daddy, please.”

“Good girl, what do you want, huh?”

“Please let me cum.”

Andy chuckles, lifting your hips and letting you bounce on his cock. His lips find their way back to your neck, and one of his hands slides to your front. His fingers are circling your clit and you throw your head back. “D-Daddy, please. S-so close.”

“I know, babygirl, me too.” A few more thrusts, and you’re about to come. Andy feels it, the clenching of your pussy around his dick and the way your fingers dig into his shoulders.

His fingers are doing their job perfectly on your clit too, while the band in your tummy snaps and the pleasure of your orgasm rushes through your body.

You moan loudly, throwing your head against his shoulder. Your walls are squeezing his cock just right, and it needs just a few more thrusts until he comes into you.

Your pussy is painted with his white seeds, while he fucks both of you through your orgasm.

Andy's cock is covered in your and his cum, smearing it all over your pussy and his balls.

He groans softly in your ear before he kisses his way along your jawline to your lips. “Doing so well for me squeezed me so good. Now you’re filled with my cum, babygirl,” he tells you, smiling while his hands stroke your back up and down, holding you close while he still holds his cum in your pussy.

You smile softly. "Thank you daddy..But we should really get back to getting to the airport."

Andy Kisses you once more making you melt into his arms. he pulls away saying. "you will need your jeans back on"

You smile and get back into your seat and grab your jeans and put them on as Andy pulls his pants back on then he looks at you with a smile. "not a word to my son or wife got it?"

You nod fixing your hair. "yes Andy" he drives back to the main road taking your hand. "Will we see each other again soon?"

You look at him. "Well I have to come back for Jake so..what do you think?"

He smiles. "I can think of that as a yes" Damn he knew this was wrong but you made it feel good.

tags:@angelbabyyy99 @patzammit @cutedisneygrl @bookishtheaterlover7 @armystay89

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boxofbonesfic · 1 year

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Title: Wax and Wane

Pairing: Werewolf!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: You were drawn to Andrew Barber like a moth to flame, and now that everything you were is burned away, you cling to him in the ashes.

Word Count: 1,269

Warnings: Darkfic, Dubcon, Horror Au, Werewolves, Smut, Borderline Monsterfucking (lol), Implied Stockholm Syndrome, Breeding, Dead Dove: Do not eat, MINORS DNI!

A/N: my second entry for my Friday the 13th challenge! so as some of you all may recall, the “A.B” initials on the charm bracelet in Talking to the Moon implied the existence of other women, and maybe other pack members…😈 mind the warnings my loves! enjoy! divider by @firefly-graphics

The sound of the bell rouses you, forcing you to sit up groggily as you blink at the dark room. The heavily draped window is dark too, and when you look blearily for the digital clock on the bedside table, it confirms your suspicion.

The bright numbers read 3:17, and for a moment you consider turning back over and going back to sleep, but the little bell next to your bed sounds again insistently.

I hate that fucking bell. It’s an antiquated remnant of the house’s past, from a time when your lavish bedroom was once part of the servant’s quarters, the bell a means to summon you. Now, however, it serves a somewhat different purpose.

Is it really different? He calls, I come.

Andy’s side of the bed is cold, you note as you roll out from underneath the covers. You peek through the curtains out at the moon, a dark sliver eaten out of the bright circle. It won’t last, though—it’s due to be full tomorrow, maybe the day after, so Andy’s side of the bed will remain cold until then.

You hate that you miss him, a little. He is a good conversationalist after all, your man—your monster.

Andy is supposed to be with the pack—you know this from past experience. It’s strange he’s waited so long to leave, and you know that now he must have certainly missed his chance. You make your way down the long hall, the only sound the whisper of your long robe against the cool tile. He isn’t downstairs, not when you exit the grand staircase and into the dark living room. The house is intimidating in the dark, but you’ve done this enough times now that you could probably do it with your eyes shut if you wanted to. You go through the kitchen, pausing briefly before the cellar door.

When you open it, Andy is waiting for you on the other side. It’s easy to see the change is almost upon him. His bare chest is heaving, shiny with sweat. His eyes are fever bright, nostrils flaring from the scent of you. When he licks his lips, your pulse quickens, and you wonder if he can hear it, if he knows.

I should have seen it coming.

You should have—but Andy had blinded you. Love blinded you. You had not noticed your friends dropping from your life like irate flies as you found yourself too busy with Andy Barber to see them, your family held at arms length by their disapproval of your wealthy, mysterious new beau. People falling like dominoes until you were alone—

And alone, you were weak.

When the man had become a monster, you had clung on instead of running. And now, you think as you lightly finger the raised scar on your chest, it’s too late. The long scratch marks that if you measured, would be exactly Andy’s finger-widths apart.

There’s something under my skin, too.

You allow him to pull you to his chest as he inhales deeply, pressing his face into your hair. The smell of him does something to you, too, igniting a warm tingle deep in the apex of your thighs. The distinctly male musk, tinged with something animal, primal. His fingers tangle in your curls for a moment before he lets go, his hands wandering appreciatively down your sides and over the curve of your hips.

“I thought I was going to have to come get you,” he says, his voice low. There is amusement there, too. “You have good timing.”

Most people don’t pay close attention, so generally, even when Andy is out and about this close to the change, no one notices the tells. Not like you. His nails are longer, sharper and stronger. His canines longer, thicker—it makes him lisp, just a little. And his eyes…

The darkest, stormiest blue.

Andy slides a finger beneath your chin, tilting your head up. You sigh into his mouth as his lips meet yours, his teeth pulling at the plump flesh until it swells. Hungrily he swallows the resulting whimper, and when his tongue sweeps into your mouth he tastes like gin—he’s been drinking. Andy’s hands slide up your sides, displacing the robe as he pushes it from your shoulders.

“Smell like honeysuckle,” the words are murmured low against your throat. You squeak when his fingers sink appreciatively into the soft skin of your ass underneath the hem of your nightie. He inhales again, teeth tugging at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. “And rain.” Thick fingers wiggle between your thighs, and you widen your stance without being asked, and Andy hums with pleasure at finding you damp already.

“Missed you.”

Your breath catches as he circles your clit, before sliding down to tease at your entrance. When he pulls back, you try to stifle the whine that grows in your throat, but you don’t kill it completely.

“Get on the desk.”

This room serves as Andy’s unofficial second office. Where, if you looked, you might find pieces of evidence that were conveniently “lost” during trial—things that might make their way into Andy’s pocket if he had a particularly stubborn problem.

Nothing that would be of use to you now.

His eyes rest on you with almost physical weight, you can feel them boring into you as you lean up onto your toes, bending across the dark wood. You peek over your shoulder, and you sink your teeth into your lip to keep from gasping. When the change is close, you know Andy is… bold. Aggressive, even—-and tonight is no different. He openly palms his cock through his open pants, staring lustfully at the glistening folds between your spread thighs. He grins at you, and your cheeks burn but you don’t look away.

“I told you, runt,” he says, the points of his sharp teeth hanging over his lip. “I missed you.” Andy is on you in two easy strides, resting a hand on your hip as he rubs the head of his cock against your pussy. This time, you can’t help the shuddering moan that leaks through your clenched teeth. He bends over you until he can rest his lips on the back of your neck, and they curve against your skin. “I see you missed me too, didn’t you?”

“I did,” you admit, your cunt sucking desperately at the tip of his cock.

“Mmm, good girl, so honest.” The pleased hum that vibrates in his chest fills you with a shameful sense of pride. You are a pretty bird in a pretty cage for as long as he’ll have you—but you can’t bring yourself to hate him. You moan as he begins to push forward, his hand heavy on your hip.

“I know I’m supposed to be with the pack,” Andy grits out as he begins to stretch you open. You stare with lidded, unseeing eyes at the bookshelves in front of you, his words echoing in your ears. There’s a sort of doubling when he speaks again, two voices in one mouth. There is Andy’s voice, the one you know, and then something dark. Animal.

“But you feel so good like this.”

You know the beast is crawling just underneath Andy’s skin, staring out at you through his eyes. Your only saving grace is the fact that they want the same thing—

“I know you like it too, pup,” Andy’s teeth scrape hungrily against your neck as he splits you open inch by delicious inch. “You always did have a thing for monsters.”

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worksby-d · 6 months

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

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader + their daughter

Summary: Follow up to Ice Skating.

Warnings: dad!Andy, Andy got injured!!

Word count: ~700

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

“Mommy?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What? Is he–”

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

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

“I’m fine–”

“He fell,” Evie answers for him.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You fail at suppressing your smile. “Whatever.”

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

“Not again,” Evie groans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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vellicore · 6 months

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Illicit Affairs

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

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

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

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

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

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

“After the holidays.”

“I need to get through this case first.”

“Baby, just give me time.”

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

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

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

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

#tbswritingchallenge #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber drabble #andy barber fic #married!andy barber x reader

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onsunnyside · 1 year

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Okay well

Now I want stepbrother!Andy to absolutely fuck up my life and body. Is he bossy? Does reader bend for him? God I just wanna run my mouth, aggravating and badgering him until I can’t speak properly because he’s fucking up my guts 🥰🥰

he’s so mean and bossy, he’ll send the staff home early so you have to do your own laundry, ugh and on the night of your first frat party too !!

You stare down at your phone at the blurry photograph of the party, you can barely make out your friends pouty faces: hurry up! we miss you!

They offered to skip the party so you could experience Greek life for the first time together but you didn’t want them to suffer on your behalf. Especially at the hands of your annoying, entitled stepbrother.

You’re bent over and pulling your sopping clothes out of the washing machine when a voice rings out. “If you finish in the next hour, I’ll drive you to the party.”

“Yeah, are you gonna try and leave me in the middle of nowhere again?” You scoff, remembering all too well when he brought you to an unfamiliar part of the city and left you there like garbage.

His mother was livid and called him immature, but Andy was too smug about your long, terrible journey home. Over two hours on a bus, only to walk another thirty minutes to the private gated neighbourhood and get denied because the guard didn’t recognize you.

“It was a joke, don’t be so uptight.” He snorts, staring at your ass peeking out from under your shorts, “How about a deal then? I’ll finish up your laundry,” and probably steal a few things but you didn’t have to know that, “if you let me pick what you wear tonight.”

You slowly stand up and face him, taking in his relaxed figure leaning against the doorframe, “you’ll do my laundry, if I let you dress me up?”

Andy grins, “no complaining or bitching—you’ll have to be sweet, quiet, and obedient, just like a little doll.”

#sonny drabbles #tw stepcest #stepbrother andy barber #stepbro!andy #stepbrother!andy barber #andy barber #andy barber x reader #andy barber drabble #andy barber fanfiction #wips ask #riele<3

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babyjakes · 5 months

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | massage

pairing | massage therapist!andy barber x reader

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

word count | 897

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

okay but 😳 getting a massage from andy? 😏

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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chasingmidnights · 5 months

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13 Nights of Halloween: Campfire Stories; Story Nine

Title: The Headless Horseman

Storyteller: Andy Barber

Summary: A variation of the Headless Horseman.

Warnings: First, this is 18+, minors DNI!! Warnings include but not limited to: soft!dark themes; mentions of decapitations; serial killer; dismemberment; death; implied cannibalism; mentions of alcohol; and mild cursing and I believe that’s everything. I apologize if I missed anything but you are responsible for what you read and what you consume on the internet. By clicking on ‘keep reading’, you agree to the listed warnings and that you are over the age of 18. I do not claim to be a professional writer, nothing is beta read and any mistakes are my own.

Wordcount: 821

Andy finished off his beer and set the empty bottle on the ground as he spoke up. “I’ve got one. It’s a bit more, hmm, darker than having a stalker or quitting babysitting.” There was a short pause. “No offense.”

“Nope, none taken.” Kate shrugged as she sat back in her seat.

Johnny scoffed as he rolled his eyes to Andy’s comment.

“I like stories a bit on the darker side.” Nick said before he grabbed a poker and started poking at the logs in the fire.

“Go ahead Andy, tell your story.” Yelena said with a wink. “We’ll tell ya if it’s too dark or not.”

“This story takes place decades ago and apparently right here in little, old Knockemstiff. Once there was an evil man named Curtis and he terrorized this town for several years. Curtis was well known throughout the community as he was one of the local butchers. Rumor was that there was more than pigs and cows that he offered at his butcher’s shop. Throughout the years, Curtis was able to get away with a lot and was accused of a lot of things. It wasn’t until decapitated heads started to pop up in the lake and in various crop fields when people started to realize that there was a killer that lived amongst them. Rumors spread throughout the town and people whispered in the streets on who they thought this serial killer was; everyone seemed to agree on who it was but had no actual proof. All one could do was hope and pray that they weren’t the killer’s next victim.

“Months turned into years and it seemed like more and more heads were showing up all over town. It wasn’t until one young woman, who had managed to escape the hands of her would-be killer, that the townspeople got all of the confirmation that they needed. Curtis was their serial killer. When police arrived at his butcher’s shop, they caught him in the middle of dismembering a human body. The police were horrified at the scene before them. Limbless and headless abdomens hung from large hooks and Curtis had an evil grin on his face. He showed no signs of remorse and when the police detained him, he went without a fight. ‘Women tasted the best,’ was all Curtis said as he was escorted out of his shop. His statement sent shivers down the spines of the officers.

“There wasn’t much of a trial, Curtis was found guilty from the start. His punishment was to suffer the same kind of death as his victims, which was beheading. On the day of Curtis’s execution, a rather large crowd formed to watch. The executioner placed Curtis onto a guillotine and when he was given the signal, he pulled the release handle and the blade shot straight down, cutting clean through Curtis’s neck. And that was the end of Curtis’s reign of terror. At least, that’s what everyone thought at first.

“However, the town was continually plagued by Curtis, even after death. A young man was traveling through Knockemstiff, when he swore he was chased by a headless horseman. It was around the witching hour when a horse suddenly appeared on top of the hills nearby. The horse was as black as black could be and had blood red eyes, the traveler had to cover his ears as the horse let out a terrible screech. The traveler was frozen in fear as the horse’s rider held up his detached head before the headless horseman charged after the traveler. A witness claimed that the detached head of the horseman looked a lot like Curtis. A new wave of fear spread throughout town as this new terror came along. The townspeople thought they were rid of Curtis and his menacing ways, but it looks like they were wrong.”

“Still to this very day, when the witching hour strikes, people claim they hear the horrible whining that the horse makes as the headless horseman continues to search for his next victim.”

The wind picked up just as Andy finished his story, causing the group to jump. Everyone thought that it sounded too much like the whine of a horse.

“Man, this town is seriously fucked up. Why do we choose to camp here?” Jake questioned as he glanced around the campsite, looking to catch a glimpse of the headless horseman.

“Because we’re broke college students and this place is cheap.” Ransom replied as if it wasn’t the most obvious reason.

“Plus, it’s kinda become our tradition to come here whenever we decide to camp.” You pointed out before you polished off your hot chocolate.

“Well, I claim the next story. But, I’ll save it for tomorrow night, I think we’ve had enough creepy stories for one evening.” Wanda commented as she stood up and stretched.

After that, everyone slowly made their way to their tents to call it a night.

#13 nights of halloween #campfire stories #story nine #andy barber fanfiction #andy barber au #andy barber fandom #andy barber drabble #andy barber #curtis everett #curtis everett fanfiction #curtis everett fandom #curtis everett au #curtis everett drabble #the headless horseman #the headless horseman au #chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans fandom

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Marked With My Initial - Andy Barber

Summary: Andy Barber will reward you each time he takes his fill.

Pairing: Incubus!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Warnings: main kink: rope play, smut, dom/sub dynamics, possessiveness, slight dark andy, praise kink, mild degradation kink, nickname - princess, oral f receiving, p in v, implied multiple orgasms, cockwarming, MINORS DNI

A.N: i kinda wanna do kinktober but idk if i will consistently be able to produce content, so i'm just posting smut i write. hope you enjoy it!

Word Count: 811

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober Materlist

Burn, Sting, Soothe.

Your arms twist, thighs trembling.

Burn, Sting Soothe.

The material digs into your flesh, warm fingers massage your skin as he spreads your legs further apart.

Burn, Sting, Soothe.

Lips smile against your left inner thigh, teeth biting the flesh. Darkening skin, your body arches against the restraints.

Burn, Sting, Soothe.

The rope burns as you tug against it, your need to grip onto his hair.

The large calloused palm stings against your puffy folds. A silent warning to stay still.

Soft warm lips press kisses, his tongue laps at your arousal.

His laugh reverberates against your clit. It pulses in response with need, you clench around his fingers as they graze the spot where you need him. The coil snaps within you a third time.

“Sweet little insatiable slut of mine.” Andy praises, admiring the way the deep violet rope brings out the colour of your skin.

Hands trace from your mound to your breasts. A reminder of how you were awoken from your slumber. His mouth sucking on the flesh, your whimpers making his cock twitch. The thick girth rubs against your cunt.

Andy trails his lips to your clavicle, biting down, his beard rubs over your hardened nipple, he repeats the action on the opposite side.

The rope made A on your chest pleases him, he tugs upon it, you moan as the ropes hold you back but your lips meet his, your arousal is all you can taste.

Kneeling his thighs keep your thighs apart, the rope around your ankles delicately placed. A contrast to Andy and his ministrations upon your skin.

He doesn’t break the kiss, hands cupping the flesh of your hips, lifting you against your restraints.

“A-Andy—,” Your broken moan cuts through the squelch of your cunt sheathing his cock.

“What is it princess, too much?” He tuts, pressing kisses to your jaw.��

“So—fu-full.” You manage to mutter. Your back arched now as you’re kneeling, fully at your incubus’ mercy and insatiable greed.

Your chest heaves, walls clenching him. Your bleary vision obscured with darkness his dark wings expansed, the blue of his eyes a thin rim surrounded by a rim of glowing amber.

“Make me lose all my fucking focus, princess. Cunt’s so fucking good. The fucking best. Who does this cunt belong too?” Andy’s voice distorts.

The coarse hair brushes on your clit deliciously as he has you grind down on him.

“You-yours!” You scream as he bites on your nipple, teeth sharp, he lifts your hips and slams you down on his thick cock.

“Yes my pretty little princess. Look at you, taking me so well. Such a needy little thing. Good I took you, keeping you stuffed.” Andy groans as you continually clench around him, your moans higher pitched as your orgasm builds closer.

The ropes move from your wrists, arms tied around his neck, the binds from your ankles tie around your flexed knee—thigh and and calf now bound, your chest flush against Andy’s.

Beard rubbing against the tender spot on your neck. The rope A stays around your chest, tits bouncing with each movement he controls.

“You can give me one more, princess. I’ve come to collect haven’t I? Didn’t I give you so much pleasure?”

Your incoherent babbles in agreement of his words, the coil winding tighter, Andy groans at the velvet feel of your walls begging to milk him.

He smirks as he commands the ropes you tie around your cunt, a knot placed right on your clit.

Each slam of your downward descent on his cock has the rope twist on your clit.

Your mouth parts only Andy’s name comes out of your mouth. Wet squelches echo, your mouth being devoured by his and you feel his tongue on your nipples simultaneously.

One delicious stroke and his tip brushes that spongy spot, the roll of the rope, his tongue, his cock, you scream in pleasure against his mouth.

Your spasming walls triggering his own orgasm, he continues to move you as his spent coats your walls.

You blink slowly, the heady haze breaking through as he places kissed along your neck and jaw. His wings gone again, regaining his cloaking spell.

“Back with me, princess?” His thumb brushes along your lips, the ropes untie themselves, soothing sensations cover all the little burns that manifest.

He still holds you close still inside you.

“Mmhmm.” You mumble, reaching up to touch his face.

“Good girl.” He praises, your cunt clenches in response, you hiss when he shifts you, your back against the silken sheets.

Your legs over his large shoulders, cock twitching inside you.

“Andy—,” you acquiesce, needing more of him.

“You just lay back, Princess. Let me take my fill. You will be rewarded each time I do.” Andy promises beginning to thrust in and out of you.

-x-

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jadedvibes · 2 years

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Innocent

Summary: Andy gets upset when he discovers that Neal asked you out for drinks.

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, jealous!andy, swearing, things get a little rough.

Word Count: 900

A/N: Inspired by this gif @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me! 💜✨

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

“Why did Loguidice smugly walk out of here with a smile on his face?” Andy asked as he walked towards you.

“Hmm?” you furrowed your brows, looking up at him with a pen between your lips, feigning innocence. “I don’t know,” you slowly pulled it out. “He just offered to take me out for drinks to give me a couple pointers to strengthen my memorandums.”

His jaw ticked as he inhaled a heavy breath. “Your writing is perfect, what did you say?” he interrogated.

You tried to suppress your smile at his compliment and obvious agitation. You’d done well in your legal writing class and thought you were pretty great too, but your true reason for letting Neal Loguidice think he was taking you out on a date was to get under Andy’s skin.

Your clerkship with Andy was ending soon, and after this, you weren't certain where you’d end up for work. Although, as you watched the jealousy run across his features you knew there was one place you’d very much like to be – bent over your desk as he pounded into you mercilessly.

Of course it was unethical to want him that way, but the long hours coupled with the close proximity made you long for him. Those broad shoulders, that perfect ass, and that self-assured attitude – like he knew he could bend anyone to his will. They didn’t make men like Andy Barber anymore, and that’s why you had to have him.

Looking up at him doe-eyed, “He said I could be more clear and concise in a couple places, so I said yes.”

“You’re not going,” he declared harshly.

Your eyebrows raised at his sharp tone. “I… he’s my boss Andy. I want to be the best lawyer that I can be someday, and if he’s willing to –”

“He’s not your boss, I am. And I said you’re not going. Be sure to let him know that.”

Standing up from your desk, you walked around to get closer to Andy so that you could meet his eyeline. “But I want to go, I wanna see what he can teach me,” you smiled coyly.

“I’ll teach you, I’m a better writer than him. He’s just trying to get into your p–” he cleared his throat. Neal Loguidice was a slimeball, and he didn’t think his sweet little law clerk needed to know all the details.

You stood as close as professionally suitable, and then took one more step so that you could gaze deeply into his icy blue eyes. “Trying to get into what, Andy?”

He stared down at you for a moment and then blinked, trying to process what was happening. Sure, he flirted with you, you were too gorgeous and always so eager to please, he couldn’t help it. Even so your beauty carried an air of innocence too, one that he respected – but a deeper part of him desperately wanted to sully that. A twisted part of him wanted to know what you tasted like. Morality and honor out the door, he wanted you.

He was planning on telling you after Lynn offered you a post-bar full time position at the district attorney’s office at the end of the week. However, now with the way you were looking at him, talking about that bastard Neal taking you out, Andy knew he had to act.

“Neal is trying to get into your pants, or better yet, your skirt,” he declared, his eyes slowly trailing down your body, studying you.

You bit your lip, watching as he took you in with hungry eyes. He’d often hide his desire; every time you bent a little too low in front of him, or when you’d take off your blazer and reveal a top that showed more than he expected. You’d see the way his eyes would flutter shut, simultaneously suppressing a groan in his throat as his breathing went shallow.

“Maybe someone should,” you closed the little distance left, bringing yourself toe to toe with Andy. Knowing your time with him was limited made you bolder than you thought possible.

His eyes came to yours, and a trace of a wicked smile crossed his lips. “That what you want, honey?” he lightly trailed the back of his hand down your arm, leaving goosebumps as he went. “Want me to fuck you… right here in this office?”

You nodded, unable to push a word through your lips.

He charged you, grabbing your face in his large hands as he kissed you. His tongue slid through your lips as he backed you toward your desk, pinning you there with his hips.

You threaded your fingers into his rough beard as you kissed him back with everything you had – electricity buzzing through every cell in your body as you felt him harden against your covered core. His grip on your face was near painful, but damn did you love the way he felt, his tongue passionately dancing against yours.

His lips, his touch, his power, felt like a perfect preview for what was to come next.

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Andy growled against your lips.

Eager and aching, “Please,” you whimpered, your heart beating so loud you swore he could hear it.

Andy gave you a devilish grin, his eyes flickering in satisfaction at the sight of you wrecked and ready for him. “Go lock the door.”

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CE character: my husband, Andy "Huge Weiner" Barber x PlusSize!Fem!Character

Warnings for the stuff undercut: sex, p in v, mutual masturbation, 18+ smut.

A/N: It's day 1 of ovulation and oh god am I feral. Bet my pussy is raw af after the intense rubbing its been getting.

Sometimes I wish I had a sex doll ;_;

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All I can think is how AMAZING it would be to get railed by Andy Barber. Imagine working for him and secretely dating him, but you can't stop thinking about him and his wonderful mouth, fingers, cock...

Finally when you can't control it, and you're sure you've soaked your panties, you walk to him; your feet wobbling with erotic anticipation. Knocking on his door, you open it to see him on his laptop, typing away intently as he absent-mindedly loosens his tie, a frown marring his otherwise perfect face.

Your breath hitches. How can he turn you on with a simple gesture like that? Locking the door behind you, you turn to face him, as you see him chewing on his bottom lip, clearly engrossed with his paperwork to ignore you like that. You whimper as you make your way to him. You needed him STAT. There was a fire in your belly, a beast which only he could tame.

"Andy." You whisper, your voice breathy with lust.

He looks up, perplexed by your tone. He hadn't expected to see you here, especially since you had an upcoming case that you had been prepping for day and night.

"Hey sweetheart. Is everything ok?" He asks, pushing his chair back. You groan inwardly. Those thick thighs spread apart...UGHH. It made your mouth water, mind whirring with possibilities. You make your way to his desk silently, dropping to your knees, taking your place between his legs. His frown deepens, not really catching onto your actions.

"I need you. Here, now. Hard." You murmur, running your hands ever so slightly over his wonderful thighs. You place soft kisses on them over the fabric of his pants, the heat dissipating through them adding to your ever growing lust.

When you look up to gaze at him, you see his eyes darken, his hands moving to cover yours.

"The door-"

"-is locked."

He gazes at you for a beat, before undoing his belt and zipper. You go to take him out, but he stops you.

"No."

You frown, cocking your head at his denial. What was he upto?

"Show me. Show me how much you need me." He says, as he takes himself in hand, stroking his member with slow, deliberate strokes.

You gulp, sitting down on the floor as you open your legs for him to see your drenched panties. He sharply inhales, gruffly muttering, "Wider."

You pant, widening your legs as you circle your engorged nub through your underwear; the coarse lace adding to your already overheated state.

There are no words spoken; just the silence in the room broken by both of your laboured breathing. You can feel yourself nearing your climax, but you hold off. The only way you're gonna cum is on this gorgeous man's cock.

"Enough." He growls, as he gets off his chair, kneeling in front of you, his face a mere centimeter away from your core. You inhale sharply, as you feel him softly bite you through the thin scrap of material.

"Oh yeah, I can see her soaking for me, sweetheart. I'll give you what you want." He muttered as he roughly pulls off your panties, the cool air of the room hitting your overheated core.

He pulls your legs apart wider, to the point where they are completely pulled apart. He holds them in place with his knees, grinning wickedly as he sees the realisation dawn on your face. This man was going to ruin you-and he was gonna do it in the office, knowing that you couldn't make a noise. The bastard.

"I hope you can keep quiet sweetheart, because I know how much you like to scream my name." With that, he enters you in a swift move, relishing the feel of your warm, wet walls around him. After a few moments inside, he lets go. Setting a relentless pace, he practically pounds you into the floor; all the while pinning your arms to your side with your fingers intertwined and legs spread-eagled.

You jolt your head from side to side, unable to contain your whimpers. Your thighs were shaking from effort; you needed respite from his merciless pace, his relentless rhythm.

You silently beg, "please please please", praying for him to let you close your legs; but he wouldn't budge. He quickens his pace, bringing you closer to your peak; but then slows down and even stops, keeping you at the brink but not letting you fall into the ravine. You nearly screamed in frustration. Why was he doing this? Why was he prolonging the delicious torture?

He takes pity on you, perhaps, and lowers his tie into your mouth; effectively gagging you.

"As much as I love hearing those sweet sounds, I wouldn't want us to get in trouble."

With that, he resumes his punishing pace, keeping you pinned down. Tears stream down your face as the heat swirling in your belly makes its way to your core, your thighs beginning to shake again.

Leaning down, he kisses your tears away, muttering mid-pant, "take it. Take it all. I know you can, sweetheart. Feel me."

And you do. Because this is what you wanted. This is what you needed.

He takes his knees off your legs, holding them up to keep your hips in the air, the changed angle hitting all your sensitive spots. You're sure you'll not be able to walk after these gymnastics wreaking havoc on your body; both inside and outside.

You feel yourself hurtling towards completion, as is he; you hear him mutter through gritted teeth. A thrust has you seeing stars as you reach your peak, finally reaching completion and giving your screaming nerve endings their respite.

He follows you, his hot spend coating your walls as he shunts into you, making sure not even a drop is wasted. He collapses on you, careful not to squash you as he leaves soft kisses on your hair, his hands softly stroking your waist.

"Day after your period?" He drawls lazily, drawing patterns on your skin.

You turn your head to him, nodding and grinning.

He smiles lazily, "I'll go home and get the bath ready and order us a pizza."

You sigh happily, snuggling into him. This man knows you too well.

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Man oh man, this is the first thing i've published in a long time. Let's hope y'all like it as much as I did. 🥰

Yes day 2 of ovulation is pretty much the same lol.

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