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What's Eating You, Mr. Barber?
Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to check out Ari Levinson's reaction to the same prompt.
Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Bickering, Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Daddy Kink, Allusions to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI
A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!
It’s hard for you to put into words just how much you love playing pranks on your unsuspecting husband. And after downloading TikTok, you’d discovered that the app was home to an online treasure trove of practical jokes designed to make your loved one’s head spin. While it had taken a few days for you to settle on the right prank, you were pretty confident that the one you’d chosen would earn you a fun reaction from Andy without you having to risk your ass in the process.
You find yourself grinning as you take your time prepping dinner, humming a little tune as you peel and press even more fresh garlic for your homemade tomato sauce. Tonight’s family dinner of spaghetti and meatballs promised to be very interesting. Which was why you’d also taken the liberty of setting up two hidden cameras – one in the dining room and one right here in your kitchen.
As of now, you had no plans to post this on your channel. But you also didn’t want to miss a minute of your man’s reaction. Until then all you had to do was play it cool for a couple more hours.
Later that Evening…
“Baby Girl, are you sure you don’t need any help?” Your husband asks after watching you make what easily had to be your third trip from the kitchen into the dining room.
Any other night you would’ve said yes, but not this one. Tonight you were flying solo. The cameras were already on and recording – you’d taken care of that before you’d started setting the table – and so far Andy hadn’t noticed a thing.
Hopefully you’d be able to keep it that way until it was time for the big reveal.
“No thanks, Big Man. This Mama only has to make one more trip and then we’ll be ready to eat.” You tell him before sitting two plates on the table in front of your two youngest children. You were down a kid tonight thanks to your oldest, Bianca, being away at a sleepover.
Andy nods before leaning over to adjust the small hand towel you’d previously tucked into the front of your three-year-old son’s t-shirt. Not that it really mattered all that much since you were positive he’d be swimming in sauce before the meal was over. But what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t at least try?
Biting your lip in anticipation, you scamper back into the kitchen to grab dinner for you and your husband. Andy’s plate was piled high with a generous serving of spaghetti and meatballs. Meanwhile, you give yourself hardly any.
And therein was the so-called prank. Earlier this week, you’d spent the better part of several hours gleefully watching as dozens of girlfriends and wives proceeded to serve their man impressive looking portions before sitting next to them with virtually empty plates for themselves. Many of the reactions had ranged from hilarious to heartwarming, with only a few dickish exceptions.
Glancing over your shoulder to ensure you weren’t being watched, you pick up various pans and quietly place them in your oven and out of sight. For this to actually work, Andy would have to believe that there wasn’t enough for seconds or leftovers. Once that’s done, you square your shoulders and confidently march back into the dining room with dishes in hand.
“I’m back.” You announce, placing a piping hot plate in front of Andy before taking your own seat at the table. “I tried something different with my sauce this time, so everybody dig in and tell me what you think.”
Andy absentmindedly rubs his palms together as he stares down at the fragrant heap of spaghetti before him. Silently, you will him to look over at what you’d served yourself, but you force yourself to remain quiet so as not to give yourself away.
“This smells amazing, sweetheart.” Your husband tells you, reaching for a piece of garlic bread. “I’ve been excited for this meal since you told me you texted me at 10:00am.”
“Glad to hear it, Daddy” You pick up the little bowl of parmesan you’d set out and hand it to your middle daughter, Katrina. “What does everybody else think?”
You take a brief glance around the table while you wait for feedback. And although you make a point of not looking at your husband, it’s impossible to miss the way he’s now staring at your nearly empty plate.
“Ooh.” You inwardly squeal, stopping just short of clapping your hands. “It’s starting!”
“What’s up with this?” His tone is rife with confusion, which only grows when you decide to ignore him in favor of dipping a small piece of bread into some sauce. “Hey – stop!”
“What?” When you finally deign to return his gaze. You have to choke back a laugh as you watch a bewildered Andy comically gesture between your two plates.
“What the fu–fudge,” he swiftly corrects, “is going on with your plate?”
“What do you mean?” You aim to keep your tone light and breezy.
Your husband lets out a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the rest of your food?” He jabs at your plate with his fork, holding up the half of a meatball you’d allowed yourself.
“This was all that was left.” You tell him with a shrug.
“What the hell are you talking about?” His confusion continues to mount even as pauses long enough to grab a napkin to wipe at his son’s increasingly messy fingers. “There was plenty of spaghetti left on the stove.” While he’s occupied you quickly check on little Rory, who appears to be faring slightly better.
“Not really.”
“Baby…” Andy pins you with a knowing look, one that you readily return.
“What? I…” You trail off, pretending to think. “After I realized BiBi wouldn’t be here tonight, I made some adjustments to the recipe. Turns out I didn’t make enough, so…” Another shrug. “This was all there was after I made everyone else’s plates.”
Andy is uncharacteristically quiet as leans back in his chair. Meanwhile, your children are busy staring at you, each of them sporting tiny, furrowed brows. Pursing your lips, you set your fork down on your plate and reach for your drink.
“You can have some of mine, Mama.” KitCat offers before sweetly pushing her plate towards you. The unexpected gesture touches your heart in more ways than one. Not to be outdone, your three-year-old twins also follow suit.
“That’s okay, babies. I’m perfectly fine.” You reassure them, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Besides, this is all I need and –”
“Thanks kiddos.” Your husband kindly interrupts as he places his napkin on the table. “That was very sweet of you, wanting to take care of your Mama like that.” His brilliant blue eyes beam with pride as he speaks. “But Daddy’s got this one.”
You’re momentarily taken aback when he stands, picking up his plate as he does. And you’re even more surprised when he motions for you to do the same.
“Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”
“Andrew, sweetheart, it’s okay. I promise.”
“Now, please.” It’s an order, that much you know. But at least your handsome ogre has enough sense to take on the word “please” at the end of it.
“Fine.” You huff before standing and following him out of the room, although not before encouraging your children to keep eating while you’re gone. Just because it was Friday doesn’t mean it was time to dispense their normal bedtime routines.
You were only playing a prank, not embracing total anarchy.
Once in the kitchen, you each take up residence in opposing corners. But of course, you’re careful enough to avoid blocking the view of the camera.
“Baby Girl.” Andy exhales, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you really mean to tell me that there’s no food left? You really made all that pasta and there’s nothing?”
“Yes, Andrew.” You lie without missing a beat. “I already told you. I trimmed down the recipe because –”
“Because Bianca is gone. Yes, I heard you.” He sets his dish down on the counter, openly scrutinizing it.
“So then what’s the problem?” You rest your back against your pantry while you wait for him to respond.
“The problem – my problem –” Andy is quick to amend, shaking his head. “– is that you expect me to sit back and watch you starve while everyone else eats. And I don’t like it.” He scrubs a weary hand over his beard. “Hand me your plate, beautiful.”
“Why?” It’s impossible to keep the suspicion out of your voice.
“Because I don’t need all of this.” He grunts, taking the plate out of your hands when you don’t comply fast enough. “In fact, I don’t need any of it. You eat and I’ll order myself a pizza after we put the kids down.”
“Andy!” You scoff, which comes out on the heels of a laugh.
“What?” The man is clearly confused by your dismissal of his offer. “I am capable of handling myself, okay? My hands work just fine.” He grates out, making a show of holding up a large, lightly calloused palm.
“But I…I made that plate for you.” You were seconds away from caving and you both knew it.
“And I’m telling you, my wonderful wife, that I want you to have it.”
“Oh, you really don’t have to –” You begin, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was time to fess up.
“Fine.” Andy breathes, taking a second to roll his broad shoulders. “Then we’ll split it.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you into his warm embrace so that he can whisper in your ear. “And then, after we put the kids down, we’ll order ourselves a pizza. Maybe open up a bottle of wine while we wait.”
“Yeah?” You murmur, relaxing as you bury your face in his chest.
God, he always smelled so good.
“Mhm.” He continues, nuzzling his nose against your curls. “And then, once we’re all giggly and buzzed, I’ll convince you to let me make love to you in front of the fireplace. We can even set up a booby trap so that we pretend like the children don’t exist.”
“Wow.” You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles its way past your lps. “Andy Bear, that sounds amazing. But I’m afraid I can’t.”
“Why the fuck not?” He rumbles as his brawny arms tighten around your smaller frame. You were pushing your District Attorney beyond his breaking point.
“Because.” Squirming out of his hold, you dance your way towards the oven in preparation for the big reveal. Hopefully your husband would be a good sport about all of this.
“Because?”
“Because…” You draw out the word, even as you go to open the oven to show him what’s inside. “There’s actually plenty of dinner leftover. See?” You throw your arms wide, but force yourself to stop just short of adding spirit fingers because you suspected he wouldn’t appreciate it.
“Baby, I swear…” Andy sighs, his hands slowly sinking into the pockets of his charcoal-colored slacks as he rocks back on his heels. Most likely to keep himself from strangling you, his lovely wife. “Why–what would possess you to lie about something like this?”
“First off, sweetheart, it’s called a prank.” You bridge the gap between your bodies so that you can wrap your arms around his trim waist. “And secondly, I saw it on TikTok. Ever heard of it?”
He glares down at you, which has you instinctively clenching your thighs together. That’s part of the reason you loved riling up your Big Man.
Being a brat got your motor running.
“I take it you have.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss away his frown. “Well, I fell down the rabbit hole the other day while the kids were napping. There’s this whole, like, subsection that’s just pranks. And the latest one involved these women pranking their guys by serving them a huge plate of food, and then pretending like there’s nothing left for them to eat. The reactions were super entertaining, so I figured I’d test it out, you know? Just for fun.”
You grace him with your most dazzling smile, but unfortunately, he’s still having none of it. His frown only deepens as he tilts his face up towards the ceiling in an effort to summon all of his remaining patience.
“Are you mad?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip while you wait for his answer.
“Yep.”
“C’mon, Andy Bear!” You pout before placing your hands on his biceps to give him a light shake.”Where’s your sense of humor?”
“Pretty sure I lost it the day you decided torturing me was your new favorite pastime.” He grumbles, although there doesn’t appear to be any heat in his words. “In fact, I have a feeling you just gave me several new grays.”
“Oh, don’t you dare blame me for those.” You tell him, playfully rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know that you came home with those. I spotted ‘em the moment you walked through the door.” Your sassy response earns you a sharp crack to your ass, making you wince.
“Ow!”
“Brat.” He grouses, even as he presses a sweet kiss to your nose.
“Guilty as charged.” You hum, weaving your arms around his neck. “Besides, I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me starve.”
“Not sure it’s even possible to fail that challenge, Baby Girl. I mean, you’re my wife. My partner in crime. Did you really expect me to just let you go hungry?”
“You’d be surprised.” You mutter, making a mental note to show him a few videos featuring some of the men who’d actually failed the test. “But thankfully you didn’t. And neither did the kiddos. Which is why I will graciously allow you all to sleep inside tonight.”
You let out a tiny yelp when Andy suddenly grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing hard as he lifts you up. Unsure of what else to do, you immediately lock your legs around his waist. Right now you were just going along for the ride.
“Now is that any way to talk to Daddy?” Andy lovingly captures your mouth, lightly stroking his along the seam of your lips. “Especially after you played such a mean trick?” His once clouded blue eyes are now filled with mischief.
“Oh, I’m not sorry. But if it helps, I am willing to delete the video.” Your husband’s eyes go wide, letting you know that he hadn’t even considered the prospect of being recorded. So you keep talking, hoping to distract him. “And I still wanna get you drunk and take advantage of you after we put the children down for the night.” You run your fingers through his neatly coiffed hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nail.
“I don’t know if I should trust you.” He eyes you warily, making clear that he still hasn’t quite recovered from your earlier betrayal.
“What if…” You lean in close, lightly nipping at his earlobe. “I could find it in my heart to apologize between then and now? How does that sound, Big Man?”
“I mean I might be interested.” Andy shrugs, gently setting you on the counter before bracing his muscled arms on either side of you. “Out of curiosity, just what kind of apology are we talking about?” He gazes at you with lust-filled eyes, eagerly anticipating your response.
“The kind that’s best offered while on my knees, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of thigh highs and garters.” You know you’ve got him when you hear him groan low in his throat.
“Fucky, baby.” Your husband hisses, burying his face in the valley between your breasts as his imagination suddenly kicks into overdrive. “Can you be sorry enough to wear the heels too? You know the ones I’m talking about.”
Oh. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about.
“I think so.” You murmur, stroking a tender hand along his back as he struggles to regain his composure.
“Then we’ve got ourselves a deal.” He grips your hips before kindly helping you down. “Now let’s go get those kids fed and off to bed.” Andy grabs your hand, tugging you behind him as you head back to the dining room to see about your babies.
“Slow down, Andrew.” You laugh as your legs scramble to keep up.
“No can do, Baby Girl.” He grunts, picking up his pace. “Daddy’s really looking forward to that apology. So be sure to eat up because…” He trails off when he comes face-to-face with his sauce covered little ones. “...You’re gonna need all of your strength.”
“You can count on it.”
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PUPPY LOVE
Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader
Word Count: 1.5 K
Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Valentine shoes and surprises, lovers quarrel, angst, longing, begging, kitchen sex, pleasurable pain, nipple play (f receiving) fingering, raw sex, p in v, oral sex (f receiving) Daddy kink.
A/N: Based on this ask. Based on my Candy Hearts Valentine Prompt List found Here. Hope you like it @flordeamatista 💕
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You’d insisted on making dinner yourself, telling Andy that you would wear the heels that he couldn’t resist presenting you this morning after you gave him his holiday deep throat special.
But by the time he’d left, both of you were tense again after your request and his refusal. A small squabble that ruined the holiday mood. He was adamant and you were out of the practice of hearing him say no.
By the end of the day, however, you were in a different mood.
You answered the door in your pink ruffled apron, the red heels, your red heart necklace…and nothing else.
Andy stepped inside and you took his briefcase and handed him a drink.
His eyes swept over you, from your nipples through the sheer material, down your torso to the patch of hair above your pubis.
Andy squinted to see that the normal triangle was shaved into a heart shape.
He was rock hard, and all in the span of 30 seconds. He took a drink.
“Hello, Princess.”
Since you’d taken him back, you’d gone from Muffin to Princess. Andy treated you like royalty now.
Except for this morning.
“Hello Drew.”
You moved close and kissed him on the cheek. The sight of you and now your scent was heady stuff, and Andy closed his eyes as he inhaled when you came near. He wasn’t ready to lose control yet.
“How was your day?”
You murmured up at him and your gloss bombed lips mesmerized him. He thought back to the morning and he pulsed in his pants.
Only you.
Andy sighed.
“Doesn’t matter now. All that matters is you, in that outfit. Happy Valentine’s Day, gorgeous.”
You stepped back and turned around slowly, the back was even better than the front, the heels made your calves pop and that ass was moisturized and ready for his lips. The ties to the apron hung between your cheeks and Andy took a shaky breath. His eyes traced up your spine to your shoulder blades and neck, to your profile as you stood demurely with your eyes cast down, your chin parallel to your shoulder.
For a second, Andy thought he was going to faint. Damn, you were fine. And Andy was a full on simp for you.
Andy waited a beat so that the vision of him grabbing the back of your neck and bending you over the couch would subside. He reached for your hand and brought it to his mouth, tenderly kissing it.
He saw the little shiver that created and he smiled, his lips lingering on your skin.
Yes. This was better than just fucking you right now. He wanted to savor this as long as he could. Which wouldn’t be long.
“H-happy Valentines Day Drew. Dinner is ready. Take off your coat.”
Andy thrilled at your reaction, worrying all day that you would change your mind about coming back to him.
He was quietly giddy.
You turned around and reached up, but Andy’s hands on your waist prevented you from taking his jacket off. You craved this man in shirtsleeves and his shoulders made you want to lay down on the floor and hold your legs behind your head, but you just swallowed and looked up into his cerulean blues. You felt his eyes on your breasts and saw his tongue peek out onto his lips.
Damn. You needed him, but you weren’t going to be the one to break first.
You stared each other down until he let you go and took his jacket off. You took it from him and Andy watched as you walked over to the hall closet to hang it up.
He also watched as the hanger dropped to the floor and you bent over, legs straight, ass presented as you retrieved it.
You heard his stifled moan and turned around just in time to see him trying to smooth down the impressive bugle in his pants. You wanted the feel of the smooth skin of his cock on your lips, but you said nothing.
You walked to the kitchen, telling him what was for dinner over your shoulder.
Andy downed the rest of his drink, took off his tie and rolled up his sleeves.
You were at the sink, washing the spinach for a salad when you saw his bare forearms. You stared and dropped the knife as he approached you.
You looked up to the pure lust on his face as he got nearer. Everything on your body was anticipating this moment, your nipples rock hard and aching, your stomach flipping, your pussy weeping rivulets down your thighs.
Andy stood still as he waited for you to say the word.
Any word would do.
“Drew, I…”
Andy was on you like a flash, lifting you up after swiping the other salad ingredients into the sink.
His fingers dug into your sides as he slotted his slim hips between your legs.
“You don’t understand what you do to me…”
Andy gritted it out between kisses and nips on your neck and cleavage as he hurriedly untied the apron and tore it from between you. He grabbed both nipples and pinched them until you keened into his mouth which was now on yours.
“D’you feel it? That beautiful pain? S’how I feel whenever I see you. Need to be inside you…”
You nodded, head thrown back now as two of Andy’s fingers and his thumb were fucking you open as his other hand undid his pants and stroked his cock.
“Please please please please…”
You held onto his shoulders and begged him until he lined up and pushed inside you. It hurt so good.
“Ow… Andrew…. Fuck that feels so good.”
You whispered and throbbed with him as his cock immediately started pumping on its own as he felt the warm tight inside of you.
“Shit.”
Andy had to move, to chase this high, and to make you cum soon because he was more than halfway gone.
“Princess, Fuck. I love you. I’m sorry about earlier. I love you, I love you… holy shit.”
“I’m sorry too, Drew. I was a brat.”
“You’re my fucking brat…”
Andy pulled your ass off the counter and into his hands as he laid you down on the cold white marble. He watched your glazed eyes as he pounded you and had to open his mouth to breathe as you grabbed your bouncing breasts. You looked like heaven served up to him.
“Yessss. Circle your clit, Princess. Need you to cum so bad. You’re squeezing me so tight.”
You did as you were told and as he watched your pink tipped fingernails, and he saw the cream around his cock, his balls released all the stored up energy from the day.
“Hold on, Fuckkkkkkk.”
Andy started pounding you and the wet slapping sound reverberated off the walls.
You relished his cum face all screwed up and concentrating on giving you all that good good.
“Yes, Drew, give me all your cum, Daddy.”
Andy groaned as he spurted his spend into you. Then, he pulled out and deposited some onto the fur heart between your legs. Before you got a chance to breathe, he got down on his knees and ate it off until you came again, screaming and grabbing his hair in your chef’s kitchen.
You were dizzy as you stood up, still in the heels, and starting to look at the mess you’d made in the kitchen.
“No. Don’t worry about it,” Drew was behind you and kissing your neck. “Go get in the shower, I will clean up down here.”
You smiled at his deep voice in your ear.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Andy smiled at your hoarse voice and watched you as you climbed the stairs. He winked as you looked back at him and sprang into action.
30 minutes later, you came back down in your pink velour pjs and saw that Drew was dressed in a t-shirt and grey sweats, the kitchen was clean, and the salad was made. He’d also pulled the roast out of the oven.
He pulled out a chair for you.
“Madame.”
You smiled as his eyes twinkled at you.
You sat down to a lovely dinner and wine with laughter and good conversation. Afterwards, you sat down on the couch to watch your favorite romcom as Andy cleaned up. Then he walked toward the garage door.
“Have to let you know about the other woman, Princess.”
You were confused until you heard the whine and sat straight up to see an adorable puppy licking your man.
That bitch.
“Oh! She’s so cuteeee!”
You ran over to Andy and took her from him, and she started kissing you too. You were thrilled that Andy relented from his stance that morning.
“I promise that I will get up and walk her every morning, Drew.”
Andy shook his head, not believing you, but not caring anymore because seeing you happy was worth early mornings in the Boston cold.
“Sure, Princess. Let’s get her gear, her crate and her care things are in the garage. She has an appointment to get spayed next week.”
“Oh I love you Drew!”
“Love you too, Princess. Happy Valentine’s Day.”
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thinking about you.
pairing: andy barber x black!reader
warning: suggestive themes. old writing.
note: my tags finally freaking work again lol.
prompt: prompt 1 on @nightprompts subtle smut starters prompt list.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day.”
“Is that right?” She replied with flattery in her tone. She lifted her head just slightly and her eyes met his over the thick rims of her glasses. A loose strand of hair fell into her face which she blew back softly. So much for an attempt at sexiness.
Andy chuckled softly and nodded his head. He took in her appearance—she had just gotten home herself. Still clothed in her button up blouse and navy blue pants. The only difference was her hair was no longer down and her contact were not in her eyes. She also had a glass of white wine just a few inches away. She was beautifully relaxed.
Andy circled around the kitchen island to meet his wife where she was. She hummed a soft tune to distract herself from the delicious twisting in her stomach that always occurred when he was in her presence. She fought the urge to jump when his large hand cupped her waist, fingers dancing dangerously close to her pelvic area.
“Were you thinking about me?” His voice was husky and deep in her ear. Vibrations and chills shot down her spine quicker than messages down a nerve ending. She smiled softly and continued to chop the remaining vegetables on the wooden cutting board.
She sighed softy. “I was. Quite a bit, actually.” She dropped her knife and began mixing all the ingredients together for her famous peppers, steak, and rice.
Andy lowered his head to pepper her skin with small kisses. “Tell me.”
Her head lulled to the side as he continued his assault on her tender skin. “I can show you better than I can tell you.”
Andy chuckled. “Your food?”
“What do you want to eat more: the food or me?” The look in her eye was devious. If only he could see her eyes undressing him.
His ears perked at her comment. “Upstairs now.”
She smiled in delight and dropped her utensils. “That’s what I thought.”
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i put a spell on you (8) | a. barber
pairing: andy barber x black!witch!reader
word count: 4.43k
warnings (spoilers!): witchcraft themes/elements (witch hunters, witches, etc), angst, talks of divorce, laurie barber, fluff, smut - unprotected sex, oral (m-receiving), choking, pussy slapping, nipple play, praise kink, spanking, marking kink (blink and you'll miss it)
A/N: hello! here is part eight. i apologize for this being so delayed, but my life has been fairly busy. this story will go on an indefinite (hopefully short!) hiatus until i can find my footing for it. this is not beta'd, and most likely contains errors (sorry!). as always, i hope you enjoy and feedback is very much appreciated!
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You had slept with Andy Barber.
When you woke up, you were held in Andy’s embrace, your head buried in the crook of his neck. You were wrapped up in a blanket, all parts of your body connected. While your underwear was nowhere to be seen, you were still wearing your sweater and skirt from the night before. Andy was still fully dressed (to your dismay). You stared up at his sleeping form, taking in his features. His steady breathing was music to your ears and the warmth from his body made you never want to leave his side. You relished in the moment, the bliss of being able to exist like this with Andy.
As Andy’s body stirred from sleep, you looked up at him, watching his sleepy blue eyes gaze upon you. A smile lit up his face at the sight of you, and you returned it. Last night, you had let Andy Barber in, physically and emotionally. You never thought you’d be able to feel this way again after losing Curtis.
Curtis.
Your body instantly recoiled from Andy. You got up from him, backing away from him, searching for your underwear.
You were so caught up in the moment that you forgot about your past. Guilt overwhelmed you, and you thought you were going to have a heart attack. How could you move on so quickly? It wasn’t right. You had just met Andy, and he was in the midst of a divorce.
Andy saw your worry grow. He got up slowly, not wanting to scare you. Inching closer to you, he placed his hand on your shoulder, anticipating you to flinch away from his touch. But you didn’t. You accepted it. It warmed his heart to see you beginning to let him in, but he knew there was a latent fear within you.
“What’s wrong?” he asked softly.
Your mind was running a mile a minute. Flashes of Curtis appeared in your mind: his voice, his scent, and his smile. All slowly starting to mold with Andy’s. And that terrified you.
You didn’t want to lose the memory of Curtis. You couldn’t. It wasn’t right, you kept thinking. Hearing and feeling Andy call you out of your thoughts had you facing your fear head on: your fear of moving on.
“I don’t want to-I,” you began. You couldn’t find the words. It was so damn hard. You mustered up your willpower and tried to put words to your thoughts and feelings. “I lost someone recently.”
Andy nodded. He correctly deduced it was a past lover. It made sense by your breakdown and hesitancy. He couldn’t blame you. A part of him felt guilty and truthfully depressed he and Laurie ended up the way he did. A small part of him missed her. He felt guilt for wanting you and doing everything he could to get you, so soon after the divorce, but something about you felt so different and so right that it outweighed the guilt he felt.
“I never thought I’d recover from losing him. It hasn’t been long, and it feels wrong falling for someone, but I can’t help it.” You looked up at Andy, your eyes wet with tears waiting to be spilled. “Am I a bad person?”
Andy softly grabbed the sides of your face and pressed a soft kiss on your forehead. “Never.” You closed your eyes, enjoying his comfort, trying to quell your feelings. “You’re one of the greatest people I’ve ever met. You can’t control your feelings. And you shouldn’t feel controlled by them to the point of distress.”
“Why do you always know what to say?” you said with a weak smile.
“My mom would always tell me this growing up. When things started falling apart with Laurie, I tried to imagine what she would tell me, how she would help me out. That night, I saw her in my dreams, I know I did. We all have flaws and emotions. We shouldn’t live in our negative emotions. We have to do what’s right for us, what makes us feel good by causing the least amount of pain to ourselves and others. I knew the divorce would hurt, especially Jacob, but in the long term, staying would hurt as well.”
“And as for us?” you asked.
“I can’t deny how I feel about you. But I’m willing to take this slow and do what works best for you.”
“I don’t want this to hurt you. Us being together so soon,” you told him. “I want to be with you, but in a bubble. Until it’s safer.” Andy knew the double entendre of your words. He was a public figure, Newton’s ADA who was already rocked with the scandal of his son being accused of murder and his marriage being public gossip. Imagine the pushback if it came forward that he left his wife for his young neighbor. And on top of that, his young neighbor was a witch with a target on his back.
When Andy didn’t respond, you tried to gauge his reaction. “Is this being private okay with you?”
“Of course,” he said, snapping back to the sound of your voice. “I want the world to know about us when we’re ready.”
You smiled at his words and softly kissed him. He kissed back, finding himself growing greedy and addicted to the feel of your lips. His hands moved down to the sides of your body, finding home on your hips. The pressure of his hands on your hips had a warmth bloom inside of your core.
“Andy,” you whispered in between kisses. You began to kiss the side of his lips, his cheeks as you worked your way down to his neck. You felt him relax into the feeling of you sucking on his skin. “I never got to thank you for last night.”
Your hands began to work your way down his torso. You slipped your hand under his shirt, feeling his taut and toned stomach. Light moans escaped Andy’s mouth as you kept working on his neck, finding his sweet spot. When he felt your hands at his belt, he stopped you, lightly pushing you away.
“Are you sure about this?” he asked. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” you said as sure as you had ever been. You continued working on his belt and unbuttoning his pants. You reached down, pulling out his cock from his underwear. You nearly moaned at the contact from it. His dick was hard, thick and long. Precum was starting to slip out.
You locked eyes with him as you began jerking him off, your hand too small to fully fit around his length. You started off slowly, watching his breathing become labored. You focused on how Andy made you feel the night prior and how you wanted him to feel the same pleasure he brought you.
It felt as if your bodies became one. All he could feel was you and all you could feel was him. His moans were music to your ears, and you began to drown them out with your lips on his. You could fall apart alone by hearing him surrender himself to you, his moans being consumed in your kiss. You could feel him grow near and sunk yourself lower, wrapping your lips around his cock. You sucked and continued stroking, using both hands. Andy’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as you continued, your tongue swirling around his tip, licking up any leftover precum. Your core throbbed, desperate for some relief. As his breathing became quicker, you could tell he was coming close. You remembered how he made you feel like that, how he begged you to come apart for him. You wanted him to do the same, to allow him to let you feel the way he did. And when Andy felt your thoughts and desires for him, he did just that, his load shooting down your throat and his moan reverberating throughout your living room.
After milking him dry, you pulled away from him softly. He kissed you softly, not caring about the taste of him in his mouth. In fact, he relished it.
“Andy?” you asked after pulling apart from him. “Do you know where my underwear went?”
The air had changed. The seasons shifted from summer to autumn, cool winds replaced warm ones, and the skies started to darken earlier. It’s a familiar change, an eternal one that people became accustomed to before anything else. But why did something feel off?
Everyone in Newton could feel it. When the days turned from September to October, there was a shift. Something lurked in that minute when it changed to October. There was a sense of magic, but a sense of suspicion and anticipation. Something was approaching, and everyone in Newton knew. No one could put their finger on it, but it was teasing them on the tips of their tongue. You knew it when you woke that morning, and Andy knew it when he drove into work. Something about Newton changed, as if it was anticipating an invisible battle.
Newton was not the Newton it was before, and this October wasn’t the Octobers like it before. This month would be the catalyst for everything. And no one would be ready for what was to come next.
Halloween was your favorite time of the year. It wasn’t just because you were a witch, but it helped greatly. You loved the colors of fall, the crisp air, scary movies, and seeing decorations all around. You spent your morning shopping to make your house look as spooky as can be, spending hours deciding between ghost lights or flashing orange and purple lights. You picked both, unable to resist leaving one behind.
When you got home, you started decorating, stringing up lights, changing your doormat to one that said ‘Stay Spooky.’ You set up a tiny cemetery for your favorite monsters, Frankenstein, the Howling Man, and Dracula. Inside, your home was something made out of a Pinterest board. You made paper-mache bats and stuck them to the wall and placed a few inside lamps to give the illusion they were fluttering around.
As you finished your decorating, you smiled. You were the first on your street to decorate. You sat outside, admiring your handiwork before you noticed Jacob walking to his house. His shoulders were slumped, and his face was painted with turmoil. As you watched the teenaged boy walk towards his home, your heart panged. You couldn’t imagine what he was going through. You didn’t press Andy on how things were going, but you suspected that it wasn’t good. Andy briefly mentioned Jacob would be staying with him until the end of the week, and you told him to focus on being with his son.
A part of you wanted to call out to Jacob, tell him hi or maybe even give him a hug, but how exactly could you go about that? You and Andy agreed to keep your relationship private, and you couldn’t imagine how Jacob would react to it seeing as his parents’ divorce was ongoing. Rather than call out, you returned inside, silently hoping things would resolve for Jacob and Andy’s sake.
When Andy returned from his lunch break, his assistant briefed him on any missed messages while he was gone. Andy didn’t take long lunches, but he had been so busy with work it was normal for a multitude of messages to pile up while he was gone. As she relayed his messages, she mentioned Laurie was here.
Andy and Laurie’s divorce wasn’t public yet. He tried to play off his feelings for her and simply thanked his assistant before entering his office. In his office, Laurie sat in a chair usually reserved for a client. He hadn’t seen her since he served her papers, and judging by the envelope in her hand, he assumed that was the exact reason for her visit.
“Can I help you?” Andy asked before shutting the door. He closed the shutters on his windows before rounding over to the other side of his desk. Laurie rose as he approached and she began pulling out the divorce papers Andy served her.
“I have some issues with this,” she began. She threw her copy on Andy’s desk before she began speaking. “First, I want primary custody of Jacob.”
Andy laughed. “Are you out of your mind? That’s not happening.”
“I spend more time with Jacob, Andy, or have you forgotten? I’ve been to every soccer game, every school event, every parent-teacher conference.”
“That’s not fair. You know I tried my best to make it to everything.”
“It doesn’t negate the truth. With your work schedule, you don’t see Jacob as often. I’ll get primary, but we can still make decisions together on his behalf.”
“But I’ll have to pay you since you’re primary.”
“Since I don’t live at our house and I’m in the little apartment you kept, yes. Only until he’s 18. It’s only fair.”
“Fair?” Andy questioned. “Are you really about to walk into my office and preach about fairness? I know you went behind my back!”
“I did it to protect our son! You’re hoping a weak lead will protect our son. I’m trying to get our son in the clear.”
“No, what you did put him in more danger. You bargained with my father which was a big mistake. You think him doing this one little favor will have you out in the clear, but it never does. Not with him. He’s going to raise hell any chance he gets.”
“He wanted to help his grandson, and he is. He doesn’t want his grandson to have the same fate as him.”
“Because my father’s a monster! Jacob’s nothing like him!” Andy turned away from her, trying to calm down. “If anyone finds out that there’s a link between to Jacob and my father, it’ll give them more reason to suspect him as a murderer.”
“It won’t,” Laurie said, moving closer to attempt to soothe Andy. She placed her hands on his shoulders, attempting to rub out any tension before Andy pulled away from her.
“Just leave, Laurie,” Andy answered plainly.
“What about the papers?” she asked, a frown forming on her face.
“Our lawyers will handle that,” Andy told her, handing the papers back to her. “But if you think I’ll give you a crumb of what you want after what you did, think again.”
Laurie’s face turned into a scowl. She shoved the papers back into her bag, stormed out, slamming the door on her way out. Andy sunk into his chair, rubbing his temples, wondering how to solve the even bigger mess he got himself into.
The knock on the door startled you from your reading. When you went to the door, you saw Andy, looking every bit tired and stressed. You opened the door and let him, grateful that Harris wasn’t here. “Are you okay?” you asked him.
“It’s Laurie,” he began. You felt your heart beat rapidly. It had been a while since you saw her, but she still managed to conjure a sense of fear and dread within you. “She’s being entirely difficult with the divorce process and Jacob.”
“What happened?” you asked, leading him to the couch to sit and unwind. He began to loosen his tie and unbuttoned the top buttons of his shirt. It was such a simple movement, but it stirred something in the pit of your stomach.
“She wants primary custody and for me to pay her until Jacob’s 18. She’s out of her mind,” he began. “She always tauts that my job keeps me busy, but I am always here for Jacob. I do what I do to help him and at one point her, and she always throws it back at me.”
“I’m sorry, Andy,” you said, beginning to rub his shoulders to comfort him. “I saw Jacob earlier today. How is he?”
“He’s at a friend’s house tonight. He’ll be back tomorrow. He doesn’t talk to me or Laurie, and honestly, I can’t blame him. I’m trying my best, but it feels like it’s not enough.”
“Hey! You are doing a great job. Jacob’s going through a lot right now. He’ll come around eventually, give him some time. As for Laurie, try not to pay her any mind. Have the lawyers handle it,” you told him softly.
Andy smiled at you. “You’re amazing, you know that.” He pressed his lips against yours softly, pulling your head softly into his hands. “Sorry to spring this on you.”
“No, it’s okay. You’re here for me, and I want to be here for you. I can help you destress if you’d like,” you said, your eyes darkening.
Andy instantly knew what you meant. His eyes widened, and he felt himself stir. He would be lying if he didn’t crave that, but he didn’t want to scare you off. “You don’t have to,” he told you.
“I know. I want to,” you told him. “Can I?” Your hands dropped down to his chest, and you inched closer to him.
Andy nodded. You pressed your lips to his, kissing him hungrily before your hands moved lower to the zipper of his pants. Andy helped you unzip, and your hands went into his pants, past his boxer briefs and gripped his length. It was longer and thicker than you expected, and you gasped when you finally touched it. Andy looked down at you, silently asking if you were sure, and you nodded before beginning to softly stroke him. Your lips began to trail down to his neck, kissing and softly sucking at his neck. You felt him pulse underneath you, and his breath hitched.
Your jerks were calculated, giving Andy the right amount of pleasure. He felt the burdens on his shoulders were slowly being lifted as if he was Atlas nearing the end of his task of holding up the world. If he didn’t already know you were magic, how you were able to make him feel was confirmation. You were so attuned with his needs. He felt himself nearing the peak, growing more breathy.
“Andy, are you close?” you asked softly, feigning innocence though you knew the truth. You were expertly bringing him to his peak. Andy was speechless. In between his breathy moans, he nodded and murmured, “yessss.” You lowered down, your soft mouth inching down his length. You continued to jerk as you placed soft kisses on his head and shaft. Your mouth on him felt like heaven. He was amazed at how something so sinful could make him feel like he was moments from heaven’s gates.
The sound of Andy’s cries were music to your ears. His load coated your throat, and you gulped it down, placing a soft kiss at the head to clean up whatever mess lied. Andy’s eyes met yours and you saw a darkness and a hunger you had never felt before. He grabbed your head in his hands, taking your mouth into his, devouring you.
You were addicted to each other. Tasting himself on your tongue made him insatiable. Your tongues battled for dominance, not relenting on each other. As Andy’s mouth trailed down your neck, you felt your body grow warm. You left out soft moans as he sucked on the most sensitive part of your neck. You positioned your neck, giving him more access. Warmth bloomed at your core. You squeezed your thighs together to give yourself some relief, but Andy’s hand forced your legs apart and settled at your center, giving you the much needed pressure.
“Andy, Andy, Andy,” you sighed out. You moved your lips back to his, taking him into your mouth. As you wrapped your arms around him, you felt a jolt of electricity course through you both. Your lips separated from him, and your eyes locked with each other.
You hadn’t felt a feeling like this since you met him. The first feeling was one of familiarity and comfort, but this was new. There was something completely raw about this feeling. Both yours and Andy’s eyes darkened as the feeling overtook you. You both wanted to devour each other.
Andy rose, taking your hand expecting you to follow. You rose with him inching closer to his face. Your mouth ghosted over his, teasing him multiple times that your lips would reunite. Andy growled, pulling you into him and devouring you. You attempted to overpower him, but you left him take the lead. He roughly grabbed your neck, parting his lips from yours, as he watched you gasp for breath.
“Open,” he said firmly. You complied and nearly jumped at the sensation of his spit being shot into your mouth. You felt panties grow soaked. “Swallow.”
You followed, his grip still on your neck. He pulled you into a rough kiss, as if the only air you could have was the one he gave you. His hands eventually trailed down to your ass, firmly massaging them before he placed one swat on your ass. You yelped, prompting another slap from him. His hands moved lower, underneath the globes of your rear, and you leaped into his arms. You wrapped your legs around him, your clothed cunt feeling his cock beginning to harden and throb.
You were so lost in his lips that you didn’t realize Andy had carried you upstairs to you room. He placed you on the bed, pinning your arms down as he restarted his assault on your neck. You felt his nips on your neck and knew a mark was definitely going to form there. It turned you on even more, the thought of Andy marking you.
Andy began working on removing your clothing, starting with your sweater and bra. Andy stared at your bare chest in amazement. He began stroking each of your breasts, playing with your nipples and rubbing them between his fingers. You keened at the touch, your back slightly arching at the sensation.
“You’re amazing,” he said before he began trailing kisses down your torso, kissing each breast and suckling each nipple before he made it to the waistband of your leggings. He slowly removed them, tossing them somewhere in your room as he stared at your soaked lacy panties. He rubbed his fingers through your folds, focusing on the wet spot on your underwear.
“Is this all for me?” Andy cooed at you. You whined and nodded your head, prompting a slap on your pussy from Andy. “Use your words, baby.”
“Yes,” you answered. Andy pulled your panties to the side and began playing with your sensitive bud. “Ahh! Andy,” you moaned.
“This sweet pussy is crying out for me. You’re so wet, baby. Do you need me?”
You nodded, feeling pressure begin to build there. “Yes, please. I want you. I need you, Andy.” Andy slowly pulled your panties off. He began removing his clothes, edging you by slowly removing his button up and dropping his pants and underwear to the floor. He teased your entrance with his cock which was fully hard again. You arched at the contact, bucking against him.
“What do you need, baby?” he cooed again. “Tell me, what you need.”
“You. I need your cock inside of me. Please,” you begged. Andy pressed a soft kiss to your forehead before he seared himself inside of you. You bucked at the intrusion, keening out immediately. Andy slowly began to retreat, making you feel every single inch of him. Your legs instantly wrapped around him, ensuring that he wouldn’t stray far from you.
“Look how good you’re taking me. Good girl,” he told you. He slowly began thrusting in you, locking his eyes with you as he saw you grow overwhelmed with the sensation. “Are you okay?”
“Mhmm,” you said, unable to form words. Andy’s cock was unlike anything you ever had. You felt like your walls were going to break down already, but you did your best to hold out on him.
“Good,” he said, laying a soft kiss to your shoulder, as he thrusted into you rougher than he initially did. After a few hard thrusts, he had found that special spot inside of you. “You’re squeezing me, baby,” he told you. “It’s so addicting; how well you’re taking me.”
You moaned as Andy thrusted into you again. Your back arched perfectly from the bed, and Andy took it as an opportunity to take a nipple into his mouth and suck. You cried out from the sensation. Andy began to speed up his thrusts. The coil in your stomach was about to snap. You locked eyes with Andy and pulled his head towards yours. You kissed him deeply as he continued. “I’m close,” you whispered softly.
“Come undone for me, baby,” he told you softly. He continued at your g-spot as you cried out. He welcomed the scratches you craved on his back as he fucked you through your high. As he watched you come down from your high, he felt something in him change. Your eyes grew tired, your orgasm being more powerful than he expected. He continued to chase his, his thrusts beginning to slow. You watched him through sleepy eyes as his orgasm overtook him, his seed coating your walls.
As you and Andy made love throughout the October night, you welcomed in a sense of awareness you both never experienced before. Your connection with Andy strengthened, spurred on by the heat of the moment passion between you both.
That morning, Andy’s walk of shame felt like anything but that. He left you early, not wanting to arouse neighbors' suspicions of him leaving early. He smiled to himself, feeling happiness for the first time in a long time. Being with you felt so right that he didn’t care if it seemed too soon from his separation or would cause uproar when he went public. All he wanted and needed was you by his side.
As Andy stepped on the porch, he noticed a small note taped to his door. The insignia branded on the paper was unknown to him, but as he traced his fingers over it, it felt some sense that he saw this before or at least shared a memory of it. He read the Latin phrase underneath it, Deus vult, pythonissam non patieris vivere, before dropping the paper at the words underneath it written in plain English.
You’re a little witch will be the ruin of you. Either kill her, or she’ll kill you first.
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𝑺𝒆𝒙 𝒐𝒏 𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒔
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — boyfriends dad!andy barber x fem!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy and you fuck and almost get caught
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, slight breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex (well readers on the pill), you fucking use protection in real life
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — please I hate this, I wanted to make a hot boyfriends dad!Andy fic where i cab make more parts and add characters and they have a gangbang and now look what came the fuck out. like, reblog and comment if you like!
A hand was clamped over your mouth to keep your moans from escaping as his hips thrusted inside you. Moving your body and causing that desk under you to shake.
Light creaks could be heard from the maple wood. The sound made you feel anxious that your boyfriend could hear the sins you did with his father. As if Andy could feel what went through your body his hand let go of your mouth and grazed your cheek.
"shh darling, don't worry he won't hear a thing. He's too busy playing that video game," his words were meant to smooth you.
However, knowing how Jake played his video game. First it all went normal, then he shouted into the headset, then got angry and then threw the headset on the ground.
In one of the last moments he could hear you.
"Andy what if he's searching for me after ending the game? What if he lost, got angry, stopped and put the headset away?"
"Darling I'm balls deep in you and while I enjoy the thought of getting caught, I'd appreciate if you stop talking about my son." your cheeks heated up and you were about to apologise when Andy thrusted full force inside you.
A high pitched moan flied your mouth, but in the last second Andy stuffed his fingers into your mouth.
"Just can't keep quite can you little girl?" Andy murmured against your ear. He loved the noises you made but it was dangerous when his son was in the house.
His hand pressed sharp circles on your clit. You could burning pleasure flood the pit of your lower stomache.
Andy felt you tighten your walls around his cock, he retrieved his fingers from your mouth. "you're gonna cum baby? Cum for your daddy like he asked you."
The wave of pleasure consumed you, stars forming in front of your eyes. Andy always had a way with words.
"Now, baby...mouth or pussy?" Andy asked as he slowed his movements, "pussy please...." With a smirk Andy picked up his movements. Knowing it was wrong to get off on the thought of seeing your round and swollen with his baby he couldn't help himself.
With a held back grunt Andy released his white seed inside you. "going to look so beautiful round and swollen with my baby."
"Yes, please fuck a baby into me daddy." You were going to kill him someday with this filthy mouth.
Andy came to a stop, his hands rested on either side next to your head. Supporting his weight above you, his lips capturing yours in bruising kiss. Your hands cradled his face keeping him close. His tongue darted between your lips, your tongues fought over dominance. You knew Andy would always win, he made you weak in so many ways.
A knock interrupted the intimate moment followed by Jake's voice cutting through. "Dad? Have you seen y/n, she said she would go to the kitchen but I checked there and she wasn't in."
You let go of Andy, eyes growing wide. The feeling of pleasure left and was replaced with panic.
"She went out to buy a few grocery, should be back soon!" Jake accepted Andy’s answer and went back to his video game.
Andy turned his face to you, instantly he wrapped his arms around you to help you calm down. "He almost caught us! Oh my god, how can you be so calm Andy?" You went to get of the desk but realised Andy’s dick was still in your cunt.
Without hesitation he pulled out knowing it would be better and help calming your nerves.
"Hey, hey its okay. Jake thinks you're not here...we're gonna take a bath now and then I will make up a lie about going to a friend while we're actually getting groceries!"
You looked at him, asking yourself if he was serious. This could have all been avoided. Yes you shouldn't have gotten involved with your boyfriend's dad but that man was sex on legs.
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Boston Cream Pie
an: this is fucking appalling. i’m quite proud of it :) . CHRIS WON THE LAST POLL 🎉 and again, the pair are in their late teens 18+
"A WHAT?!"
"A dirty cunt. That's what I call it."
"Fucking WHY?"
"Think about it, Y/n," he dives on the bed and takes my hand. His large palms close mine into a soft fist, "say this is your pussy, right?"
He starts to lick the makeshift pussy and I instinctively pull my hand away.
"Ugh! What are you doing?" I asked inspecting my hand.
"Y/n, this wouldn't be realistic if the pussy wasn't wet. That's fucked up. C'mon." I look him in his eyes before slowly giving my hand back to him. He continues to plunge his tongue before pulling away. He looked at me and smirked before letting spit leak into my hand. My jaw drops and he smiles. He turns my hand to me and I see the white substance leaking out of the hole in my fist.
"See, that's a dirty cunt." He turns my hand back and starts smearing around what has seeped out. He collects it and pushed it into my palm. I just sit there and watch him in awe.
He takes a second and then laps up his mess from my hand and I pull away again,
"Oh, Chris! Ew!" He leaned back and laughed dramatically.
"What do you mean ew? That's one of the most personal things you can do with your partner."
"That and anal."
"Nah. I think anal is a little more mainstream these days. Now, eating your own cum out of a pussy? Not a lot of people do that."
"So, basically you have a breeding kink?”
He shrugged, "I mean I guess playing with the thought of my girl carrying around my kid makes me hard. Plus, seeing a pussy drip with my cum makes me-" he let out a dramatic growl while leaning his head back and rolling is blue eyes.
"So wait, you want to be a dad?"
"Not necessarily right now, but I do like pushing those boundaries."
I chuckle at him and we just looked at each other for a moment before Tara popped in and we all hung out for a few hours.
That night in bed, all I could think about was what happened at Chris’. I looked at my hand and I could still feel his tongue. The way he swirled it around as if he were going in small circles with his cock. My other hand made its way to my throbbing clit and started rubbing. The memory of his pointed tongue going in and out, making sure to hit every wall created by my palm.
I insert two fingers and pump them in and out. I reach as far as I can and feel that spongy organ. I press it against until I'm moaning his name.
"Fuck," I sigh and bury my face in my pillow.
The next day, I got a note in my locker from Chris asking me to come over and I take a while to shoot one back, but agree to go. I've haven't had this feeling about him for long, but after last night he's all I want. I knock on his bedroom door and he answers. I take him in until I realize I'm staring. He saunters over to his bed and lays down. I stop at the threshold, feeling a little weird that I masturbated to my best friend last night.
He sparks up a joint and takes a couple of hits before offering it to me. I walk over to him and grab it and take a seat at the foot of his bed. I take my hits before turning back to him. We do this two more times before the high really sets in. When I turn back to grab it a third, I make sure to brush his fingers with mine. This catches his attention. I put the joint out on the nightstand and go to lay down with him. He looks confused at first, but then gets comfortable. He meets me half way when I grab his face in one hand and lean in to kiss him.
His lips are soft, but sticky from the weed. I push him back and he pulls me on top of him. We stay like this for a short time until he's taking off my shirt. He kisses up my torso before reconnecting our lips. I take off his shirt and he flips us over. His mouth goes to my neck and he starts kissing and biting. I can't help but let out soft moans,
"You don't know how long I've waited for this," he whispered. I moaned again and tried to pry him out of the confined restraints of his pants. He sits up and unbuttons them before pulling them and his boxers off. He unclasps my bra and then removes my pants as well. He starts to move down, but I pull him back up,
"I'm already wet enough. Just please." He kisses me deeply and flips me onto my stomach. I see him reach for something in his nightstand and I stop him,
"No."
"No?"
I turn back and look at him, "I want to be your dirty cunt." He lets out a noise I've never heard before, lining himself up at my entrance. He teases my opening by rubbing himself against it and only pushing hard enough to apply pressure.
"Chris please," I whined.
He pushes his cock deep in me and starts to snap his farmer tanned hips. With no time to adjust, my pussy spasms around him trying to get used to his size. This causes his rhythm to sputter with wild jerks, lurching his bed and its frame into the wall.
“You can’t say shit like that, baby,” his hands bruisingly digging into the skin on my hips. Having a bestial grasp on me physically and mentally.
“Fuck, fuck fuck. Goddamn it,” he chokes out, cheeks already filled with blush and jaw more prominent with how tightly it’s clenched.
“The way your tight pussy is squeezing me. I’ll fill you up until you’re dripping for days. There’s no doubt you’ll be swollen with my seed.”
“Fuck! Please claim me. Make my pussy yours."
He turned me back over to look deep into my eyes. "You look so beautiful like this. Ready and begging to take my cum. Nothing but a cum whore for me. My own personal cum dumpster, hmm? Does that sound good?"
I had no energy to speak. All I could do was clamp around him even harder and pull him closer into me. All I was feeling was blinding white heat when he reached a spot deep within me.
"Fuck, I'm cumming! Please. OH!" I let out a moan and he pressed deep into my hips.
He pounded into me heavily even after I already came, making me squeal at the sensitivity of it all. I dug my nails deep into his tensed shoulder blades making sure he didn’t go anywhere. I let out another loud moan when I felt him shoot long, hot streams deep within me. So deep I'm sure it would still be leaking out of me by the next day.
“Hold it.” Is the first thing he says when he finishes emptying himself. We both come down from it, making me clench weakly around him again. “Like a fucking glove, baby."
He finally pulls out and leans down. He spreads my glistening lips apart, vulgarly displaying my inner most parts as his elixir leaks out of me. His mind goes wild at the thought of how much of him is still left inside of me, muddying my womb. He was fixated on marking every inch of me. Inside and out.
I feel his tongue dip inside of me to collect some of what he left behind. He climbs back up my body before kissing me and depositing it into my mouth. I moan and arch my back off the bed while swallowing what he gave me.
He presses his forehead to mine and sighs,
"You have no idea what you've done."
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The Wrong Sister | Prologue
Summary: You and your sister Jasmine don’t always see eye to eye. When she starts to bring her husband Andy Barber around more, you kept a distance from him until things began to change between you two.
Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader
Warnings: slight slow burn, cursed words
Author note: I missed writing this series. This series will be a short series and different. Enjoy reading!
Prologue
One missed call from Andy Barber (brother-in law)
You grabbed your phone after you put on your my hero academia t-shirt. You heard your phone buzzing again in your hand as you finally checked to see who kept hitting you up like this.
Andy Barber: I’m outside! Open the door, please
You reread his text message one more time like it was a joke or not. You placed your phone on the nightstand and walked out of your bedroom. You didn’t expect to see him anytime soon since your sister made plans for them tonight.
When you opened the door of your apartment, you saw Andy standing there in the pouring rain holding a duffel bag. “Hi.”
“Hey, can I stay here tonight?” He asked you.
You quickly moved to the side of the door to let him in. “Uh, you and my sister got into it again?” He walked inside taking his shoes off as you closed the door.
He sighed. “Um, kind of.”
You honestly were not expecting to see him tonight most of all. Your heart began to pick up fast as you walked past him. “I’m sorry to hear that.”
It has been a long time since you had anyone staying with you. You can’t even remember the last time you had a guy stay over at your place.
Andy has been to your apartment more than once but only when your family wanted to have parties or get together at someone's house. You needed your heart to calm the fuck down right about now.
You led him to the guest room and opened the door. “Let me know if you need anything.” You thank god you were able to get rid of the yellow wallpaper and paint the guest room wall a nice light green color.
He clears his throat and walks past you inside the guest room. “Just water.” You nod and head directly to the kitchen.
You filled an empty glass cup with water and made your way back to the guest room. A skull mixed with a lion tattoo on his back caught your attention as you were about to hand him the cup with water.
Shit!
“Here you go.” You said making sure you spoke clearly.
Andy turned around with a smile and took the cup from you. “Thanks.”
You nod. “Well, let me know if you need anything else.” You were about to walk out the door when he called out to you. “Y/N.”
“Yes?” You responded while glancing at him.
Sometimes you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. There was something about Andy that had your heart racing fast and you can not see yourself being around him for long especially when Jasmine always tried to be in you two conversations.
His blue eyes locked with yours. “Why have you been avoiding me? I’ve been calling you and texting you for the past week.”
And there it is…..fuck!
For the past week you have not been answering his calls and text messages. He was not stupid. A part of him missed hearing your voice. He wanted to make sure his sister in law was doing okay.
“Uh.” You paused for a second. “What did my sister and you argue about this time?” You tried to change the subject.
You would be lying to yourself that he shouldn’t be on your mind. He was your brother in law for god sake. Your heart shouldn’t be beating fast for a married man. You should not feel butterflies in your stomach.
“Y/N.” He studied you as he tapped the spot on the bed next to him. He missed having real honest conversations with you. He missed seeing you as well.
You sigh and sit on the edge of the bed leaving space between you two. “Did Jasmine say something to you? I know we follow her rules.” He continues to talk.
You rolled your eyes and scoffs. Your sister and her stupid rules she always made up every time she dates or married someone which you have to follow regardless.
“No.” You shake your head.
Confusion showed on his face. “Is it about that day what happened between–” You cut him off immediately. “No, No, No.”
There you go lying again
Andy brows raise. “Y/N, Don’t do that.” He can tell when you aren’t telling him the truth. You were sometimes easy to read.
“Andy.” You said quietly.
That day should have never happened but it did. He reaches toward you and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “It’s ok.”
You didn’t realize how close he was to you. You were pretty sure he could hear the way your heart was pounding.
Exhaling a shaky breath, he leans in close, nose brushing and whispers against your lips. “I want you to have me.” You move your head away before he could kiss you.
“Time to get some sleep.” You got up from the bed and let out a yawn. “Goodnight, Andy.” He was almost hard to resist but you was not going to give in. You walked out the door feeling butterflies in your stomach and your cheeks flustered.
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CHRIS EVANS + CHARACTERS BLURB LIST
18+ WARNING! smut, fluff, hurt/comfort
read from my cevans and characters fanfics here
updated: 8/19
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Under Moonlight: Werewolf!Chris Evans blurb
Sloppy blowjob sesh
Chris + overstimulation
Chris gets handsy with you after a couple beers + voice kink
Pushing it in real slow ;)
Big Mean Daddy!Chris blurbs (daddy kink warning)
Daddy!Chris x Little!Reader blurbs (ddlg warning)
DBF!Chris vs BFD!Chris thots
STEVE ROGERS
Pacifier Blues: Daddy!Steve helps you find your missing paci! (ddlg warning)
Give In: Nomad Steve gets you to fall into littlespace when you’re fighting it (ddlg warning)
ANDY BARBER
Hearing Andy yell and being turned on by it
Pain kink smut
Andy fucking you while you look down at where your bodies are connected
What it’s like when Andy is the one watching
Special Treatment: Andy treats you to nice things on your birthday
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Hey Brit! Did Andy survive April fools this year, sans any fake spiders in his cabinets?? 💞
Warning: Fluff, April Fool's Day Shenanigans, Minors DNI
A/N: Takes Place in my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs appreciated.
I'm so glad you asked, especially since I didn't get around to writing a fic the way I had initially planned. Here's what happened:
As you might have guessed, April Fool's is a day that is near and dear to Baby Girl's heart. However, her loving husband, Mr. Andrew Barber, also made it known that he would like to have a spider-free day.
In fact, he actually made a point of emphasizing just how much he would prefer it.
And our girl, who is ever the doting wife, heard him loud and clear. Her poor husband did not want to be subjected to arachnids of any kind. And to be honest, she was fine with that.
But no one said anything about a possessed doll.
With her plan now in motion, she stopped by Target while out running errands to purchase this doll, along with some clear wire and some heavy-duty duct tape. Baby Girl was so filled with mischievous glee that she cackled all the way to the checkout lane.
After that, all there was left to do was wait. Although she did practice just a little. She watched a couple of tutorials and did a brief test run while the kids were out with Grandma. It took her a little bit, but once she got the hang of it she could hardly contain her excitement.
On the big day, Baby Girl knew she had to play it cool. Mostly because Andy woke-up feeling automatically suspicious, on account of the fact that he now has trust issues. All because of her.
It took a while, but by around 2:00pm in the afternoon, she had successfully lulled her Big Man into a false sense of security. So much so that he actually felt safe enough to fall asleep on the couch in his own home.
A rookie mistake.
While he was napping, our Girl quietly busted out the step stool and somehow managed to rig her demon doll to the ceiling fan without waking him. Next she grabbed the corresponding remote before retreating to her designated hiding place.
And then she called Andy's name.
It took a few tries, but the moment began to stir she turned the fan on low and waited to see his reaction. And boy, he did not disappoint.
As soon as that unholy doll began to "fly" around the room, Andy let out a positively terrified scream before trying and failing - not once, but twice - to scramble over the top of the couch before landing on his ass with a resounding thunk.
By the time their kids wandered into the room to see what all the commotion was about, it was to find their Mama laughing so hard she could hardly breathe. And once she managed to stop laughing long enough to explain her little prank to their brood, they got a kick out of it too. Junior and Rory found it especially funny.
Meanwhile, Andy was so put out by the whole ordeal that he didn't speak to his wife for the better part of an hour. Of course they made up later that night. But it doesn't change the fact that that poor man has officially had a new fear unlocked in the form of creepy ass dolls.
Thanks for the ask!
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any angst fic recommendations? i’m in my feels :/
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Um...what about divorce! andy barber x his new fiance going to beach with hardcore smut! =^-^=
Beach Day
"Fuuuck, I needed this, y/n, you were right! The weather's perfect today and the water feels so damn good. I can't believe we're the only ones here!" I tell her loudly as I take off my neon green goggles, exit the water, and head to our shared spot in the sand.
I run a hand threw my drenched brunnette tips, gazing at your curvy figure becoming more distinct as I get closer to her. The light breeze wraps around me, making me shiver as water drips off my body in heavy rivulets. Turning to the spectacularly clear ocean water, its impossible not to admire the crashing waves. Sand grains clump between my toes as I walk backwards towards the love of my life, stopping a foot in front of the extra XL towel with her and all of our belongings on it.
"You gotta come out into the water with me, babygirl. I know for a fact you'd enjoy it. Feels so good and the views amazing. There's all kinds of sea life in there to see, honey. Blew my mind!" I say, turning to get a view of my gorgeous girl laid out on her striped beach chair.
She looks up at me from her book through her Chanel sunglasses as I study how fuckin pretty y/n is, even with her cute little round nose scrunched up in distaste. Gripping her sunset colored towel in the front to keep it shut tight, she leans over to set her book down and pick up a water bottle.
"I don't think so, Andy. This how I enjoy the beach. Especially right after a hair appointment. Do your thang tho." She tells me while flickin her long y/h/c hair off her shoulders, voice full of attitude.
"Oh is that how it is?" I ask her feisty ass with a raised brow.
"Yeah, damn right that's how it is. Think cause ya ass fine you gone get me to do any and everything." She grumbles at me, taking a swig of water.
Walking up to her, I gently grab the water from her slender fingers and take a quick drink before setting it down next to the chair. I lean down over her to speak near her ear.
"It's not really that hard to get you to do what I want, is it pretty girl?" I ask her softly, skimming my nose down her neck.
She smells so fuckin good, just like the gardenia perfume I told her was my favorite on her. That, mixed with her shea butter lotion, got me damn near drooling so I take a stronger whiff into her smooth chocolate skin.
"You callin me easy, boy?" Her tone missing all the bite it just held.
Her question makes me chuckle but I don't answer with words. Choosing instead to respond by kissing her neck softly, groaning at the way her body immediately responds to me.
Y/n becomes pliant, her head tilting to offer me space to do more. Her small, quiet gasps let me know all that earlier attitude is for show; I know I have my future little wife wrapped around my finger. Thoughts of my submissive woman have me grippin the arms of her chair tight and my dick chubbin up in the bright yellow swim trunks she picked out for me. Fuck, it never takes much for this woman to make me hard as a rock.
She doesn't notice though, her head back and eyes shut tight. Her perfect white teeth start to lightly gnaw on her plump bottom lip as I graduate to adding soft licks in-between my kisses to her delicate skin. That seems to register though, and her hushed noises switch to lusty whimpers and pants.
Those sounds are always music to my ears; love hearing and watching her bask in the way my touch makes her feel. She's so damn vocal, so sensitive to my ministrations.
I pull away reluctantly, standing to my full height to observe my woman. I'm delighted to see my girl staring back up at me with a heaving chest, open mouth and clenching thighs. I pull her sunglasses off and set them by our water bottle.
"Stand up. Towel off." I order abruptly, holding my hand out to her.
"But.. But Andy, I-"
I don't give her a chance to finish as I quickly reach for the hair at her nape with damp fingers and snatching her head back firmly. The silence that follows y/n's surprised gasp satisfies me as I repeat my words and wait for her response. Her quick nodd prompts me to release her and step back, raising my hand again.
She stands at a snail pace, but her cute skittle manicured hands are already untucking the towel and dropping it into my palm. Anxious y/e/c eyes stare at the sand as I asses her fit. The bathing suit wrappin around those luscious curves, MY curves, seductively is NOT the same one momma had laid out on the bed this morning. The sight of my masterpiece in this scrap of cloth has me forgettin where the fuck we are as I grab my cock through my shorts and squeeze.
"You changed your mind.." Is all I can say while leering at every inch of her.
"I ordered it a few years ago, but I could never find the courage to wear it." Y/n confesses, her eyes stuck on her toes digging into the sand.
"What changed?" I ask her curiously, lifting her chin with my index finger.
"You." She answers simply, beautiful eyes finally meeting mine.
Without thinking I press a passionate kiss to my women's deep red painted lips. She moans against my mouth when I hump our hips together repeatedly, pokin the tip of my hard dick against her clit as wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close.
"Your so fuckin amazing in every way, I'm gonna give you my all for the rest of our lives. I love you y/n." I vow when I break the kiss.
I peck her lips once more before spinnin her in a half circle, y/n now standing where I was and me in her place. I turn her to face the water then sit, bringing her to plop in my lap.
Fuck, those fat ass pussy lips feel like heaven against my dick, even through the material. I groan at the sensation of her surroundin me, taking her towel and spread it over us to hide our lower halves. She's havin none of that though, already so fuckin wet that I can feel her soakin through my damp shorts as she leans forward and pops her ass up and down on my clothed cock. The towel drops to the sand as I grip at her waist to steady myself.
"So you really like my bathing suit, Daddy?"
Her alluring tone has me groanin again out loud as I watch her body twist sensually with her head held back. The arch in y/n's spine and the wind blowing layers of her silky hair down her back is nothing short of an epic vision of flawlessness.
"So fuckin much honey. Hands down one of my favorites."
I watch as she reaches for the cloth hiding my prize between her perfect brown thighs and move it to the side. I move at the speed of light to unsheathe my thick dick and offer it to her. Her enticing high pitched moans boom around us as I lewdly stare at the sticky wetness of her pussy glistening in the sun. Cant help but to squeeze at her waist a bit more as my vixen teasingly sliding her pussy up and down my shaft in quick strides.
"Ohhh sh-shit honey, wait-"
But then I'm moaning loud at how my girls swiveling her hips in perfect circles over me, saturating my throbbing dick and balls in her juices. The feeling boiling in my ball sack got me wantin to tell momma to slow down but I wouldn't dream of stoppin this sexy women grindin all over my cock. Her pleading whines for me to fuck her rise in volume still and I gotta tense, abs rippling as I put in real fuckin effort not to bust my nut.
"Daddy put it in! Why won't you fuck meeee?"
Y/n's sobs alone are enough to make me wanna nut on the spot and I'm thinkin I might need to take a page outta babygirls page, beg her to give me a moment of reprieve.
"OK, j-just gimme a sec. Stop movin, momma. Don't wanna cum."
I try to warn her but she's so fuckin desperate for me and I understand why as I notice her rubbing frantic circles on her messy little button. Its unfortunate for me when one of her outta sync thrusts has my tip catchin at her pussy lips and I know I'm screwed. Baby girl's loud ass gasp is way too fuckin gleeful as she forcefully sits on my dick.
"Yeeeees! Gimme my dick, Daddy- lemme have it, pleeeease! Haaaaah fuck! Yesyesyesyes!"
There's not a single thing I can do as my eyes roll back and I immediately start to spurt cum into my future wife. I can't even muster any energy to feel pathetic as I nut gush after gush into her heavenly cavern. It's exhilarating, steals the breath from lungs as my dick pulsates from how her perfect little pussy strangles it.
Serving my woman jerky stabs, I aid her in bouncin ontop of me while she sobs my name. My balls smack against her wetly as she leans back against me, arm reaching out to hold the back of my neck. I abandon my hold at y/n's waist to wrap both arms around her tummy, my right moving farther down to join hers to rub her clit.
The feeling of her seizuring in my lap while squirting against my twitchin cock forces me to spray a couple more jets of cum into that tight little puss. I refuse to stop rubbing between her legs, making my poor girl come hard as fuck with jubilant shouts of my name. Reveling at the clutch on my dick, I praise y/n for being such a good girl.
"That's it honey, I want it all. My special girl deserves this and more. And I'm gonna get it for her. But you gotta come for Daddy first, sweetheart. Cum all over me, y/n. Good girl, such a good fuckin girl."
Shes thanking me enthusiastically, profusely. I can finally cease when the last dose of her love gushes out. A mixture of our cum oozes out around my cock, the breezing cooling the sticky liquid plastering my thighs and balls. I slide a finger throught the mess, writing my initials with the sticky wetness on her trembling thigh. It takes me a second to speak through my heaving breaths to the limp woman laying on my chest.
"Well, I know you only got your hair done yesterday but.. You sure you don't wanna get in the water, sweeetheart?"
My girl can't help but to laugh out loud at my one track mind, jabbing me in the side with a tired elbow.
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Why the fuck is Chris Evans such big dick daddy energy? ugh this man has me in a CHOKE HOLD and believe I’d love to choke on it Evans 🥹
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◇ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬 ◇
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber × fem!wife!reader
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, p in v (unprotected), mention of edging, light degrading (very light) spanking (like once), idk what else
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I won't be posting for a little while now, my plan is to finish some fics and have them ready for all of you!! reblog/ comment and follow!
It wasn’t a new thing that Andy carried you around. He always had the excuse “you’re my wife why would you need to walk?”
However, a few weeks ago he gifted you a pair of black Louboutin heels and you adored them.
You would wear them on every occasion, yes, they were painful but who wouldn’t want to look hot?
Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.
Recently the two of you attended a party with some of Andy’s colleagues. Of course, he knew you would wear the heels, but if he talked against a wall, he would have had better chances.
As Andy rounded the corner, he saw you standing in front of the mirror at the entrance, wearing a black cocktail dress, golden hoops with a matching necklace and the black Louboutin.
He wanted to ask you if you really wanted to wear them, but he already knew the answer.
So instead, he just snaked his arm around your waist pulling you against him and laying his hand softly on your cheek.
He titled your head up giving you a loving kiss on your lips.
Andy’s lips left yours, but you chased after him to capture him in a passionate kiss. While you were concentrating on the kiss, Andy sneaked his hands down your body.
His plan was easy: seduce you, you're horny and want to stay home and prevent you from being in pain.
Andy softly withdraws his lips from yours once again. He kneels down while kissing down your leg. His hands felt soft against your skin as he lifted your leg with his right hand.
The other one slid down to your feet until it reached your shoe.
A small chuckle escaped you as you realized what he was doing, lifting your foot pressing the sole against his forehead like Margot Robbie in Wolf of Wall Street.
“What do you think you're doing?” you asked in a low voice.
„Darlin‘ I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Andy gave you those concerning eyes. “Andy they’re painful but sexy and you gifted them to me, I want to wear them all the time.”
Andy sighed in return, “my love you can wear other heels you know I won’t be mad, and you look sexy in everything you wear,” he stood up cupping your face in his large hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“No, I will wear them,” with that you turned around and opened the door stepping into the cool air of the beautiful autumn night.
With a sigh Andy walked after you, this was going to be a long night.
The car came to a stop in front of the bar where you would be meeting Andy’s colleagues. Your man turned to face you, “you can still change your mind darlin’,” he said gently but you shook your head, “no, let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” you said and got out of the car.
Andy stayed back for a moment, his mind running wild as he thought of a way to help you. In the end he could only watch you and make sure you were comfortable. After all you were his stubborn wife who he loved with every cell in his body, he’d do everything for you.
Quickly he walked after you, interlocking your fingers with his as you stepped inside the bar.
Said bar was filled with Andy’s colleagues, some you recognized, others you didn’t - not that you minded as most of them were arrogant assholes.
“Ooh, look at you, you look amazin’,” gushed Marta, the wife of Andy’s assistant. She seemed like a nice woman, but god you didn’t like her. She was always chipper, but it often looked like she was faking it.
“Thank you, you look great too,” you answered with a polite smile while guiding Andy’s hand around your waist and pressing yourself against his side.
Andy smiled to himself as he noticed what you were doing, gladly he tightened his hold on you.
Then Marta began talking, she talked like a waterfall and at some point you needed to escape. “I’m gonna get us some drinks,” you excused yourself and took a deep breath once your back was turned to them.
As you walked towards the counter you could already feel your feet hurting. You hated that Andy was right, but these shoes were too beautiful not to wear.
You hopped onto the bar stool and ordered a juice as well as a beer for Andy. Once you got the drinks and stepped from the chair, you hissed at the burning sensation. There would definitely be blisters by the end of the night.
Giving Andy his beer, he noticed the slight distress on your face. He decided to ignore it for now, knowing you wouldn’t say anything.
The conversation continued for a little while, in the middle you had shifted almost a lot of your weight onto him. Andy didn’t mind, but this only showed him how right he was. However the two of you couldn’t quite leave yet.
You kept your posture up, no one but Andy noticed how much your feet started to hurt.
“Look at this sweet arm candy you got there Barber,” a man said who came to stand next to your husband.
Andy turned his head to the man and glared at him, “my wife, looks beautiful and is not arm candy, Chad,” his tone was harsh.
God, some of these assholes could just go fuck themselves and you’d love to slap the shit out of them.
After another thirty minutes you needed to sit down, you nudged Andy’s arm and gestured to a table to sit on. Not asking questions Andy walked with you towards the table, before you could sit on one of the tables there was an extra step to go.
As you lifted your foot to step up, your knees almost buckled in once your foot hit the parquet. Luckily Andy was there to support you.
He didn’t say a word but you knew what he was thinking, “I’m fine,” you said quickly. “I didn’t say anything,” he countered with a knowing smile.
Both of you finished your drinks and you only hoped Andy didn’t want another beer. Seeing how uncomfortable you were, he did the only right thing.
With a sigh he slipped out of his shoes and pushed them towards you, “come on, take ‘em of darlin’,” he told you. Pouting you slipped them off and handed them to Andy before putting on his - way too big, but comfortable - shoes.
“What will your colleagues think?” you asked concerned, eyes dropping, “I don’t care what they think, I don’t want my wife to feel uncomfortable. Now, let’s get ya home,” standing up in his socks, he held his hand out to you.
“I wasn’t even that uncomfortable,” you argued as you walked out of the bar.
Then almost over the curb and falling into Andy, "okay, darlin'," chuckling he scooped you up into his arms.
He carried you the rest to the car, putting you in the passenger seat and buckling on your seat belt. Kissing the top of your head before giving you the heels and closing the door.
slutty bonus, you whore's
"You're lucky I love carrying you around," he stated as his hand came to rest on your thigh.
"You know, if I didn't know it better I'd say you're disobeying me on purpose…," he growled into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked into you.
"I'm – fuck – sorry!" you have been apologizing for thirty minutes now, being edged three times and you begged Andy wouldn't make it a four. "See, I don't think you're sorry," his tone was almost mean, he mocked you.
"Can feel how tight you are, how you keep squeezing me. I know it turns you on, don't lie to me darlin'," as if you ever could.
You gripped onto the satin sheets, Andy picked his pace up not caring for you – this was a punishment after all.
Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.
"Andy," you rasped, feeling your stomach tighten. You desperately need to live the euphoria.
Complete joy and pleasure building up, "please, please, please," you moaned when he hit that spot.
"Hold it," Andy demanded, railing you, splitting you open. "No, no, I can't!" you cried, shaking your head. Your husband didn't care, he gripped your throat, "yes you can, if you don't…then you won't come at all."
Shutting your eyes, you tried to concentrate on keeping the orgasm inside until Andy allowed you.
He was close himself and already felt his cock twitching, "come, fucking hell," he muttered, rutting into you like a starved man.
You reach the mind-blowing release of endorphins. Clenching to hold onto the feeling until you finally give in and let go. Moans howling through the walls.
Before you could register anything you were turned on your stomach. Ass slapped twice.
"Let's paint that pretty ass of yours, shall we darlin'?"
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Could u please write a dark non con cevans or andy or loyd i beg
A/N: this is so short bc i have work, but enjoy and thank you for the request. I woke up to this request when I saw this post. This is based off of that 💕
"We're making a baby tonight, not trying for one."
He didn't give her an option. She knew he was all or nothing and the second she uttered the words "I Do", he took everything.
She had stopped struggling a while ago, the vicious rocks of her body pushing the remaining tears out. Waking up with bruises was nothing new. It was the thought of waking up to the rest of her life that made her want to swan dive off their luxury hotel balcony. She had no plan, no savings, no way out.
After losing his ex-wife, Andy had a reputation to maintain. He knew knocking her up before walking down the isle was not a way to be taken seriously in his hoity toity town. That's why he loved bombed her. And manipulated her. And twisted her. He knew he had her the first time he struck her.
It didn't take long for her to be pushed and pulled, quite literally at times, but she was officially weighed down when she woke up one morning with a giant rock on her finger and a wedding invitation on her bedside table.
Andy wanted-I'm sorry, Andy was getting more children and he was done waiting. He rushed wedding, gushing to anyone who asked that why wait for true destiny. He had decided that her destiny was to bare his children.
She was snapped from her mind when her air supply was cut off. Mixed with the weight of his body on top of hers, she started to panic. She tried to thrash and pry as best she could, only to be met with solid resistance. She was trying to scream, finally getting one out when Andy adjusted his hand. He covered her mouth, pushing his hand down hard on her gums while he drove his cock deeper.
She couldn't breathe properly, but tell he was close. She shut her eyes, wanting to visually remember as little as possible. Andy grunted and moaned before falling limp on top of her. She still had her eyes closed, trying her best to listen to the bustling nightlife beneath her. She knew this would be an everyday occurrence until she got pregnant and since Andy has wanted her carrying his child for some time now, she also knew it would never stop as her body enters new phases that he forced it to.
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