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nickfowlerrr · 4 months

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all i want

pairing: andy barber x curvy!reader

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only. cockwarming. little tiny bit of teasing. liiiittle bit of a daddy kink.

notes: shockingly enough, this was meant to be a drabble. it very much is not. enjoy!

inspired by this txt post, this is one of seven characters i’m writing this prompt of sorts for. thank you in advance for reading and as always, reblogs and comments and welcome and so appreciated.

It’s all perfectly innocent to start the night, really it is. Your yearly tradition of watching Miracle on 34th Street after trimming the tree is one that neither of you would want to skip out on. And so far this season, between the trial that has had Andy so stressed and your long shifts at the hospital, there has been quite a bit you’ve ended up skipping.

You paid to have the Christmas lights strung up instead of decorating yourselves, the Christmas tree this year came from the grocery store parking lot Andy passed on his way home yesterday instead of the tree farm you always went to to chop down your own, and your annual Christmas Eve party is a no go this year, too. You’re both too busy, too stressed, too tired.

Andy sits on the couch, getting the movie ready to play, while you’re in the kitchen. You slide the bowl of cookie dough you whipped up into the fridge to chill for an hour or two before baking right as the kettle begins to whistle.

You walk back over to the stove, moving it off the burner before carefully pouring the boiling water into the waiting mugs of coco powder.

“Andy, do you want marshmallows?” you call, knowing your voice will carry into the next room. You stir the powder as you wait for his response, plopping a few mini marshmallows into your mug before your face scrunches up a bit. You turn, ready to peek into the living room to repeat yourself, and jump a bit as you’re met with Andy leaning in the doorway.

His arms are crossed over his chest and you are momentarily distracted by how big his arms look in his sweater. You know it’s soft and you can’t wait to cuddle into him and finally have a chance to relax while you watch the movie.

Your eyes flit to his and then you finally see the look of incredulity on his handsome, bearded face. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he speaks before you can.

“Did you just call me Andy?” he asked, sounding disgusted and a little distraught.

You gape a moment, thinking back to what it was you said, and almost immediately realize that you indeed did. You flounder for only a second before shaking your head, “No,” you lie, “I dont think so.”

“Yes,” he states, pushing off the doorframe and starting toward you, “you did.”

You back up, bumping into the counter behind you as he stalks closer. You fight your smile as a thrill runs through you when he cages you in, his arms either side of you as he stands right before you. He leaves almost no space between you and you can see in his eyes what you’re sure he can see in yours.

Longing, desire, and maybe just a hint of desperation…

It’s been two weeks since you have had anything close to alone time together. Your shifts have been all over the place and you’re either heading to work as Andy is coming home, or leaving just as he gets up to start getting ready for his day. Even your weekends have been taken over. Andy has been working nonstop, but you both promised each other that this weekend would be just for you two. No work, no parties, no distractions. The closest thing to intimate you’ve gotten in two weeks has been your parting kisses. You’ve only shared the bed a few days this past week and you’ve both been so exhausted that the furthest you’ve gotten has been cuddling.

So right here and now, that look in his eyes, you know you’re both thinking about the same thing.

“I’m sorry,” you offer in your attempt to appease him.

“You’re sorry …,” he prompts, waiting for you to address him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you press against him, a smile playing on your lips. “Babe…honey…love,” you continue with the pet names, your fingers dancing across his sweater clad chest before you lean in real close, your lips against his ear before you whisper breathily, “Daddy.”

The sharp breath he takes at the title has you biting your lip to stop the smirk threatening to break out.

You let a hand come up, squeezing the back of his neck gently before your fingers find his hair, almost playing with it as you massage his neck a bit. Andy drops his head as his eyes close under your touch, pressing you back against the counter as he leans into you. He lets out a heavy sigh as your other hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“You’re so tense,” you say, leaning in to kiss him softly. He returns the kiss, his arms coming closer and wrapping around you, pulling you flush to him.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your lips, your noses brushing.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you kiss him gently once more before letting him go, turning back around to the mugs of coco waiting for you.

Andy doesn’t let you go, just watches as you finish making the cups.

You lean your head back, “marshmallows?” you ask again, earning a smile and a nod from him.

The still warm mugs of hot chocolate are on the coffee table before you as you snuggle into Andy.

That tingle you got earlier in the kitchen still hasn’t gone away as you hug Andy, his arm holding you to him in turn.

You don’t want to force anything. You’re both tired, that’s obvious, but god, you miss him. All of him.

You don’t even really want to have sex right now, you just want to be closer. You need him closer.

His eyes are open but you can see the exhaustion in the slightest squint of his eyes as he watches the screen. You lean up, pressing your lips delicately against his exposed throat, once, twice, three times as you work your way up.

“Mmm,” he breathes deeply, holding back a moan under your attention. “Baby,” he warns.

“I know,” you say, a hand rising to stroke his hair as you sit up and move into his lap. “I know, I’m tired, too. We don’t have to do anything,” you let your head rest against his, your noses brushing once more, “I just… I just want to feel you,” you speak so quietly but he can hear the plea in your voice and it squeezes his chest. And he can’t lie and say that the desperation he hears isn’t turning him on a bit, either.

If you want to feel him, he’ll make sure you feel him.

Your hands are lightly in his hair, holding his head as you lean in to kiss him. One kiss, you breathe into him as you pause against each others lips, then another, and another, before your tongue licks into his mouth. He sucks on you lightly before his tongue takes over, his effortless dominance always winning out.

You can feel him growing beneath you and you feel yourself growing slicker in turn.

You pull away from his kiss reluctantly to stand and rid yourself of your pajama pants, while he drags his sweats down. His cock is hard and you inhale sharply at the sight. It’s only been two weeks but you’d almost forgotten just how big he really is.

You hold his shoulder, his hands coming to your chubby waist as you come back to your spot on his lap. You’re on your knees, straddling him as you position yourself above him. One of his hands comes to his cock, the other sliding down your curves as he grips your hip.

He moves his dick up and down your pussy, playing with your wetness as your eyes shut in delight at the feeling, your hands squeezing his shoulders.

He gets himself wet with your slick before he lines the head of his cock up to your entrance. His hand on your hip urges you down, and you slowly sink onto his thick length. You moan in unison as you take him in, a “fuck” leaving Andy’s lips when the first inch of him was finally inside of you.

His hand is holding you, his thumb rubbing the soft, blemished skin of your hip as he urges you to take more of him with his sweet praises.

“You take me so well, baby. Just a little bit more, I know you can do it. Doing so good, sweetheart. Always so fucking good,” he full on moans the last few words as you sit fully on his strong lap with a whimper. He’s seated completely inside of you as you bury your head in his neck.

You feel his lips as he kisses your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly while the other lightly kneads your thick thigh.

You sigh heavily, relaxing into him as you rest your head against his chest, your velvety walls squeezing his cock of their own volition every so often, earning moans from both of you as he keeps you full of him, the movie still playing as you try to focus on that instead.

But you’re so tired, and so content in Andy’s hold, the pleasure and closeness enough to lull you asleep, you do just that. The cookies can wait until tomorrow.

Andy is smiling to himself as he holds you, he hasn’t been this relaxed since before the start of his current trial. Because with you this close, he’s calm and more than content. This is what he’s been needing. You.

He tenses just a little when your walls squeeze him again, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He moans quietly in turn, still holding you tight.

A moment passes and he has to laugh at the soft snore that leaves you next. He doesn’t want to leave your warmth just yet, he wants to feel you - it’s been too long. So he’ll finish the movie and then he’ll bring you to bed. You’ll cuddle and sleep in each other’s embrace, and all the while he’ll be sure to keep you full of him.

And when you wake up in the middle of the night with his cock still inside of you, your wetness leaking out from around his thick length, he won’t mind one bit about getting woken up by you fucking yourself stupid on his cock. He’s all yours, whenever you want him. And he still owes you for your teasing in the kitchen. He’ll make sure to show you exactly just how much Daddy has missed you.

#i woke up at 6:20 am and this is how i spend my morning?#idk how long the others will be but this def got way longer than i intended lol #andy barber x curvy!reader #andy barber x reader #andy barber x plus size!reader #andy barber smut #andy barber fluff #andy barber

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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too hot for this ♤

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Summary: Andy's staying late at work so you decide to give him a call and show him what he's missing out on

Words: 1.1k

Warnings: video/phone sex, mutual masturbation, fingering, dirty talk, pet name (babygirl), slight daddy kink + possesive!Andy, sort of semi public sex

unbeta’d, edited by me. if you see any errors, no you didn’t :)

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"Andy, it's too hot."

"I know, baby, know."

Your man sighs into his end of the line. It's not his fault the ac suddenly stopped pumping out cold air but you know he's upset. Andy won't be home for a few hours at least and he doesn't like when his babygirl is upset or uncomfortable.

You might be laying it on a bit thick with your whining into the phone but you're feeling extra cranky and sweaty.

When the day began you wore a light sundress over the cute new bra and panty set you bought. Perfectly suitable for a hot day.

As the day went on the temperatures climbed and you grew more uncomfortable. Soon you'd eventually stripped to take a cold shower and not bothered to get redressed after.

So you've spent most of your day alone at home, bare as the day you were born, trying to keep yourself busy with work but ultimately failing and laying in bed, surrounded by as many oscillating fans as you could find.

"Can't you get out early? It's your business, for fucks sake."

Andy laughs. The telltale skritching sound of him scratching his thick beard can be heard as well. He's considering it.

"It's important business, babygirl."

Andy's voice trails off with a hum. He's definitely considering it.

You know just what to do to push him over the edge.

"Hold on, Daddy. Let me call you right back."

Before Andy can say another word you've ended the call and jumped out of bed.

You run to his walk-in closet and drag the full length mirror out to face the side of the bed. Situating yourself right on the edge facing the mirror, you press the button to call Andy back, this time on video.

"Where'd you run off too?"

This man and his stupid, pretty smile gives you butterflies every time you see him. You're nervous suddenly to flip to the other camera.

"Nowhere, Daddy. Waiting right here for you."

You muster up some courage and switch cameras, watching Andy's face on your screen turn from smiling, cheeky, to pure need.

His jaw drops a bit when he sees you perched on the edge of his bed, you hair fluttering slightly around you from the breeze of the rotating fans. Every dip and curve and stretch of your skin is on display for your man and even through the phone he's eating it up. You could swear he was salivating.

"Where are your clothes, baby?"

Andy's voice is tight and you can see from the background that he's walking the near empty halls to his office.

A shiver runs up your spine when Andy closes the door, finally alone with you.

"It's way too for clothes, Daddy," you shrug like it's obvious, scooting forward on the edge of the bed more and spreading your legs so your man can get a clear view of what lies between them.

"She needs to breathe. It's too stuffy under all that lace and cotton," you pout, running your hand not holding the phone up your tummy to cup your breast.

Andy settles his phone in his desk in front of him. Quietly watching you tweak your nipple as he undoes his tie, loosens the top few buttons of his dress shirt and rolls up his sleeves.

You can see his hand stroking over the prominent bulge in his slacks as he leans back in his chair.

"Is this what you've been doing all day? Touching Daddy's pretty pussy while he's away at work?"

"Not...*all* day."

"Show me," Andy growls. "Show me how you touch your pretty little pussy."

You bring one leg up on the bed and angle the camera at your cunt in the mirror.

With a slow, gentle touch you run your fingers through your pussy lips, collecting the wetness there. Andy groans at the same time you do when you brush your clit.

"That's it, baby. Show Daddy how you make yourself feel good."

You work your fingers over your bud, gasping and whimpering as they move faster and faster.

You almost forgetting Andy's there watching you, so lost in sensation, until you hear the telltale sound of his zipper lowering.

Your fingers don't slow down for a moment as you watch him pull his thick cock out of his pants.

Andy chuckles when you groan at the sight of him give his length two quick pumps before pulling out his balls as well, resting them against the elastic of his boxers.

The heft of them, the oozing tip of Andy's cock, it's such a delicious sight, your mouth waters.

Your pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.

The best you can do for now is full yourself with your fingers. They pale in comparison to anything andy could give you, not truly long or thick enough to fully satisfy. Not in the way that Andy can. Fuck you miss him, miss the way he makes your legs shake with a few quick pumps of his fingers in your hungry cunt.

"That's it, baby. Fuck yourself faster. I wanna hear that sloppy cunt."

You cry out as your fingers pick up their pace, curling up and desperately searching for your sweet spot.

It's absolutely vulgar how wet you are, your juices sloshing from your pussy as you watch Andy at his desk, fisting his cock like a machine.

The muscles in his arms bulge under crisp white sleeves as he pumps his fist.

He never stops praising you, telling you how beautiful you are, how good you're doing for him, how he can't wait to fill you up with his fat cock until you're screaming his name.

You can barely hold the phone straight as you shake, you can feel your pussy clenching around your fingers, pulsing with the need to come.

"Please, Daddy. Fuck, I need your cock."

"I'll give it to you, baby. Daddy will give it to you. But I need you to be a good girl and come for me. Come for me, babygirl."

You cry out, slamming your fingers into your cunt, the heel of your hand rubbing against your clit.

"That's it, baby. Come for me."

Andy's close behind.

Your eyes snap open as you come, watching through the phone as your juices spurt onto the bed under you, watching as Andy shouts and comes all over his chest, his shirt absolutely ruined.

"Fuck."

"Fuck is right, baby."

You laugh as you fall back on the bed. Switching back to the front camera, you stare at a heavy breathing Andy as you lift your sticky fingers to your lips and suck them clean.

"Mmm."

"How do they taste, babygirl?"

"Why don't you come home and find out?"

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emerald-evans · 2 years

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maraschino cherries

pairing - andy barber x reader

w/c - 325

a/n - all my muslim girlies will understand the nail polish reference lol

warnings - fluff, mention of menstrual cycle, mention of smut, reader has a tummy and we love her for that, a product of me being sad and getting my period, therefor this is unedited LOL

The curtains dance in front of the window as the warm air blows into your home. Sunshine and the smell of the soil warms through your shared bedroom. Lounging in bed, you feel the mattress dip as Andy get in behind you. Dressed in a some shorts and a loose tee, you feel his presence behind you. Turning over to face him, you’re met with his flushed face and rosy cheeks. Placing his hand against your neck, he feels the sweat gathering on your skin from the afternoon sunshine spreading throughout your room. Andy learned you do not like to shield away nature into your home, opting for semi-sheer blinds and the night sky illuminating your space in the night. Andy didn’t mind, preferring to catch a glimpse of your squished face buried into the pillow as the moonlight bathed you in it’s shine when he woke up from a nightmare.

After noticing your painted nails earlier today, the date on his calendar confirmed his suspicion of your cycle. “Hey, honey”, he says with a smile as his hand makes its way to rest against your soft lower belly pouch. “You wanna know what I’m thinking?”.

“I think that if you move a little to your right, I can see your nipples through your shirt.” You deadpan as your gaze remains fixated on his pecs. Yup, you were definitely on your period.

He snickers before flicking at your nose, “No you pervert, you want a milkshake?”.

“Noo,” You whine, “Don’t put that idea in my head we don’t have any Oreos or ice cream” You said with a frown, realizing how much you are craving a cold, sweet drink.

“No, but the grocery store a couple blocks down does… you up for an adventure?”

After one hour, your inability to keep your hands to yourself, and a mishap with the blender lid, you both lay freshly washed, sipping on your milkshakes exhausted after your little impromptu quickie in the shower.

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#andy barber x reader #andy barber x woc!reader #andy barber x plus size!reader #idk what the ending was #lyra's works

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ilovefandoms102 · 1 year

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Forbidden

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: It’s your first year of law school and your Criminal Law Professor isn’t anything like you expected…

Note: Huge thank you to @lerrieslovechild for helping me with this!

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), smut(slight dubcon, dom/sub aspects, unprotected vaginal sex, overstim, spanking)

Part 2

For as long as you could remember, you’d always wanted to be a lawyer. Specifically one that deals with family matters. See, you didn’t grow up in the best environment. Both your parents were drug addicts and were deep into deals with local gangs, mafias, the whole hog. Since you lived in a shitty area, no one looked twice at how your parents treated you.

One thing they could give you was making sure you went and stayed in school. The time your mother showed any kind of parental concern was when it came to your grades. You’re not sure where you got the brains from and had no one to ask since both sets of grandparents were dead.

From a young age, you knew the only way of getting away from this life was busting your ass in school. Your teachers always doted on you, was the top of all your classes, and got a full ride to the best law school. Once you turned 18, you packed your shit and cashed out every single penny of your savings so your parents couldn’t get their dirty hands on it.

You passed your undergrad with flying colors, moving you on to the first year of law school. No surprise, it was hard, but your favorite class had to be Criminal Law. You went in everyday excited to learn, and it wasn’t just because of your super hot Professor.

Professor Barber was probably the hottest man you’d ever seen, not even exaggerating. From his beard, to his huge beefy arms, luscious thighs and even more amazing ass, you were mesmerized. You didn’t let that get in the way of your studies however as I’m sure others did. You actually cared about what you were studying, maybe partly because of the life you had, but you also knew this would be important for your future career.

Your boyfriend, Chad, hated that you had his class. He was in his second year of law school and also had Professor Barber during his first year. Chad also hated how the Professor seemed to make you his star pupil which was a load of shit. You never even spoke to your Professor unless it was answering questions in class or when he handed back your essays and complimented yours. Professor Barber also knew how badly you wanted to be a family lawyer and set you up with some of his connections, another thing Chad hated.

Chad and you had been together almost a year now, but things started changing once he found out your class schedule. He’d become extremely critical of everything you did and became hateful if you couldn’t hang out. Before then, he was really sweet and outgoing. He treated you right, the sex wasn’t the best but he tried, sometimes he’d send you your favorite flowers.

Midterms were coming up and Professor Barber assigned a big reading along with a 40 plus page paper. It wasn’t anything like he’d assigned before, so all your focus was in to this assignment along with the 10 other things from other classes. That’s when it happened…

Andy stared at your paper, confusion flooding his brain as this wasn’t anywhere near acceptable. Your papers were always his favorite to read, you truly had a gift for the world of law. He’d never seen anything like it in his 5 years of teaching. But this…something was wrong and he was determined to find out.

He couldn’t help but take an interest in you. Aside from the phenomenal work you turned in, you were the smartest one in his class. The way you answered questions and actually paid attention to the material made him feel something he’d never felt. He couldn’t lie about how your beauty struck him every time you walked in his class. He tried not to, but Andy couldn’t help sometimes to stare at your curves or think how it would feel to have you under him while he held on to said curves.

It was so wrong he knew, but he couldn’t help it. The passion that you expressed drew him in like a drug. So when he saw you come in the next day, tear stained cheeks, he saw red. It took all his control to not walk up to you and pull you in his arms. Instead he went through the motions of teaching but noticed you weren’t as engaged as normal.

After class, he stopped you and your heart sunk to your stomach.

“Yes Professor?” you asked timidly, looking up at the man towering over you.

“Do you have a class right now?” Andy questioned.

“No sir, I have a gap.” you murmured, trying to look anywhere but his blue eyes.

“Come to my office, I’d like to discuss your paper.” he said with a tip of his head towards the hallway.

He grabbed his bag, gesturing for you to follow him. You nodded and walked behind him, your mind only on what happened with you and Chad.

“Are you taking his cock y/n?!” Chad roared, his finger in your face.

“No! Why would you even say that?!” you screamed back, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“That’s all you fucking do is talk about Professor fucking Barber! Every time I call you you’re doing work for his fucking class! All your free time is spent with him and not me your fucking boyfriend!” he seethed, the anger in his voice terrifying you.

You cowered back until you hit a wall, Chad charging into your space.

“Stop it Chad!” you sobbed.

“Stop crying like a little bitch and admit what you did!” Chad growled.

“Get out!” you screamed, shoving his chest back.

After some more screaming, Chad finally stormed out of your apartment. You laid in bed that night crying yourself to sleep.

“Y/n? Honey?” Andy shook your shoulder lightly, snapping you out of your thoughts.

“Sorry Professor,” you mumbled, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.

“Take a seat.” Andy offered, pointing to the seat across from his desk.

You sat of course, laying your bag on the empty one next to you. Nerves bundled in your stomach as you looked at the handsome man. He stood in front of you, leaning back against his desk. He looked so damn sexy, yet casual if drove you nuts.

“Is everything ok? This paper…well y/n this is nothing like you usually write so I’m concerned.” Andy started gently.

“I-” you started, your voice croaking as tears resurfaced.

“Sweetheart, you can tell me. You’re safe here, it’s just us.” Andy whispered, daringly moving a stray hair from your cheek.

“I’m sorry Professor Barber, I just…I know it’s not my best. I’ve had a really bad past few nights it just-I-I know it’s not an excuse.” you blubbered, crying right in front of your Professor.

“Hey, hey, don’t cry, it’s alright honey. It’s alright. Tell you what, I’ll help you. Come to my place after your classes, then you can turn it in again, but that’ll be your final grade.” Andy said, your eyes widening.

His place?

Your Professor-your very, very HOT Professor wanted you to come over?

“I-I’m not sure.” you sniffled, glancing up into his eyes.

“I’ll give you my number, text you my address.” he whipped his phone out, handing it to you.

Stupidly, you typed your number in. Were you really about to do this? Logically, you could use his help, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to go to his place. What you weren’t prepared for is the moment everything would change…

You knocked on his door, biting your lip as you thought about running back to your car and going home. At the same time, you wondered what this night with your teacher would bring. He opened the door, his sexiness upping by a gazillion since he’d changed out of his usual suit into jeans and a long sleeved tshirt, a chain hanging from his neck that you wanted to grab on to. A chain you could see dangling above you as he fucked you silly.

“Hey sweetheart, come on in.” Professor Barber smiled, stepping aside to give you room to walk in.

“Thanks again for helping me Professor-” you started.

“Andy, call me Andy outside of school baby.” he said softly.

Andy…

Baby…

“Ok, um Andy. Thank you for giving me another chance and offering to help.” you smiled a bit, getting out your laptop from your backpack.

After hours of writing, Andy looking over it, editing and talking all things Crim Law, you were finally able to resubmit your paper. Andy deemed it perfect and that you two should celebrate with a drink. He pulled out his finest whiskey, pouring you both a shot.

“To the amazing y/n.” he grinned, clanking his glass to yours.

“Not sure about that.” you giggled, throwing the shot back.

Andy set about making you an actual drink, throwing that smirk at you that made your clit throb. God you wanted him so bad, and the alcohol didn’t help. Especially when he handed it to you and you clumsily spilt it all over yourself.

“Oh shit, you ok?” Andy asked, grabbing some towels to try and save your drenched clothes.

“Yeah, I’m so sorry.” you whispered, embarrassment flooding through.

“Baby, nothing to be sorry for. You can borrow something of mine and I’ll throw your stuff in the wash.” he offered, taking your hand and guiding you to his room.

Andy handed you one of his shirts, showing you to the bathroom while you changed. He hoped like fuck he wasn’t messing this up, the itch to touch you was driving him insane. Watching you work made his cock achingly hard, he almost had to excuse himself so he could jack off to the dirty thoughts he had in his mind.

He stopped breathing when you walked out, swallowed up in his shirt. All his control went out the window as he prowled to you, picked you up, and tossed you on his bed. A startled shriek escaped as you landed roughly, gulping when Andy pulled his shirt off. His jeans went next before he finally put a knee in the bed, crawling up to you.

“Andy-” you breathed, putting your hand to his chest.

“Tell me you don’t want this.” he growled, heat soaring through your body as you stared up at the beautiful man.

When you didn’t answer, Andy took that and slammed his lips to yours. You couldn’t control the whimper that flew out as you tangled your tongue with his, your hands taking that time to explore the muscle and ridges of his back.

“Fuck, really wanna eat you baby but we’ll have to save that for later.” Andy grunted, yanking his shirt off you.

“Later?” you squeaked, shivering when he nodded his head.

You didn’t have time to even think about being exposed to him, you were so hot and bothered and extremely tuned the fuck on. Sitting up, you threw your bra off while Andy took care of your panties.

Andy yanked you down to the end of the bed, spread your legs, and viscously thrusted inside you. The pain of his cock shot through you yet it felt so fucking good, your back arched from the bed as a pathetic moan rang out into his room.

“Christ baby, so fuckin’ perfect. Look at you, so wet and fucked out already.” he smirked while savagely slamming into you.

“Andy!” you squealed, pleasure spiking way to fast, faster than you’d ever felt.

You could feel it coming, you recognized the feeling yet you’d only ever been able to do it to yourself. This would be your first orgasm during sex, and your Professor was about to give it to you in a way you’d never forget.

“You gonna cum already sweetheart? We just got started.” Andy grinned, holding your hips tighter as he pounded in faster.

“An-Andy I-I’m gonna-” you gasped as your whole body tightened, your orgasm sweeping over you.

Andy smiled menacingly as he watched you, the most beautiful woman lose it taking his cock. He didn’t plan on stopping anytime soon either as he flipped you over, smacking your ass harshly as he pulled you up to your knees.

“All mine now baby, my little slut to do whatever I want with.” he growled, laying another smack to your ass.

You whined against the sheets, shakily pushing up on your hands as you looked over your shoulder. Andy stared into your eyes as he stuffed his cock back into you, watching your eyes roll back as your head fell forward. He reached around, finding your clit and rubbing just as harshly as he hammered into your sore pussy.

“Andy, it’s too much!” you sobbed, another orgasm crashing over.

“Mmmm I know my baby can take it.” he hummed, continuing his movements while you could only sit there and take it.

Orgasm after orgasm, your last one with you on your back with your legs over Andy’s shoulders when he finally let go and planted himself to the root. You were so gone with pleasure you didn’t get to watch, and you secretly hoped there would be a time you could.

Andy was careful with his baby, cleaning her up and tucking her into his side. The two of you shared lots of gentle kisses until you passed out with your head on his chest. Andy finally felt like he’d found the person he’d been looking for, and he was going to do whatever it took to keep you.

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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𝘼 𝘽𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙡𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙁𝙡𝙮

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

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

word count: 2.5k

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

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

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

line divider: @s-tarksintern

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“'I want a show of my pussy' sounds”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He removed his jacket and tossed it aside.

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

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

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

People dance notes, and you dance with Andy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please—I…"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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holylulusworld · 1 year

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The assistant (4) - Lawyers

Summary: You are invisible most of the time.

Pairing: Boss!Steve Rogers x Assistant(plussized)!Reader

Possible pairing: Jake Jensen x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader, Curtis Everett x Reader, Ari Levinson x Reader, Andy Barber x Reader, Mike Weiss x Reader

A/N: Okay, I went a little crazy with all the CEvans charaters in this one.

Warnings: angst, flirty CEvans characters, language, plussized/chubby reader, fat shaming,

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<< Part 3

Three weeks later, Jake’s café, …

“How can I help you Ms. Y/L/N?" Lloyd was right, his brother Andy looks like he’s got a stick up his ass. He watches you closely as you try to check your CV again. “Miss, I came here to help you. The least you can do is pay attention to me.”

“Stop bugging her,” Lloyd marches toward your table. “We asked you to come here to check if we could sue the Avengers or Stark. Golden boy or not, I want to fuck him over.”

“Lloyd, language,” Andy lifts his gaze from the papers in front of him. He sneers and turns his attention back to the papers.

Lloyd sighs deeply as you say, “I don’t want to sue Mr. Stark or the Avengers." Tony has always been kind to me. What happened was not his fault. I will just move on and get another job.”

“You’re too good for this world, cupcake.”

“I’m just used to things like this, Lloyd,” you say with a cracked smile. “I’m a big girl in any way. Steve Rogers and Sandy are not the first people to harass me and won’t be the last.”

“Miss, I don’t know you very well, but harassment is a crime,” Andy says. “If you don’t want to sue Mr. Stark, I understand. But we can sue Steve Rogers. He was the one harassing you. I will damage his reputation so much he wishes he had never gotten the serum.”

“There he is,” Ari grabs his brother’s shoulders, squeezing hard. “I know you still have it in you. Our bad boy is back!”

“Hands off Ari,” Andy snaps at his brother. It was just legal advice I gave to Miss Y/L/N. It won’t be easy, though. Everyone loves Captain America. If we do this, it’s going to be a long and difficult fight.”

“Can I not shoot him a little?” Lloyd asks.

“What?” You snap your head at Lloyd. “No violence, Lloyd. I just…can we not forget about all of this? Mr. Stark offered to pay me my wages for the rest of the year. He even offered me a better position but…”

“You didn’t want to run into that asshat Rogers,” Jake says. He balances a tray filled with your favorite sins. “All for you, sweetie.”

“Jake, I told you I wanted to lose weight. Your creations don’t help me at all,” you whine as you look at the cupcakes and cookies on the plate Jake places in front of you.

Jake violently shakes his head and says, “No…no, you’ll eat up, Y/N. I made them all for you.”

“Mike is on his way,” Curtis says to the brothers and you at the table. “What is the plan now? Do we sue that blonde boy, or do we break his neck?”

“No breaking necks,” Andy huffs. “You all didn’t change one bit. This domestic façade. The café. The legal business. Nothing can hide who you really are.”

“Well, sunshine,” Lloyd grips the back of Andy’s chair and leans close enough to whisper in Andy’s ear, “we are gangsters. Always were. You didn’t have a problem with taking the money to pay for your study, the house, and all the shiny things your wife wanted you to buy.”

Andy balls his hands into fists. He squares his jaw. His eyes flicker toward you. You can see he tries to hold his anger back as the seconds tick by.

Andy takes several deep breaths. No matter what, he keeps his gaze on you. “I never wanted money. You gave it to me, Lloyd. I knew it was to get rid of me.”

“Nonsense,” Curtis huffs. “You always dreamed big. Daddy’s money wasn’t good enough for you any longer. We weren’t good enough for you. You had started a family and forgot about your brothers.”

“Maybe if your only solution wasn’t violence and threatening people I would’ve stayed. But all of you refused to change and let me give the family business a legal façade and…then I came back, and you’ve got a coffee house chain.”

“Oh, tell Y/N every dirty detail about our business, why don’t you?” Jake snaps at Andy. “We tried to keep her out of this! And this is not a coffeehouse chain. It’s a café, and bakery with a reading corner and free Wi-Fi.”

“What do you mean?" Andy searches your eyes again. “Fuck…you should’ve told me so.”

“Yeah, fuck sunshine,” Lloyd slaps the back of Andy’s head. “Cupcake, I guess the cat is out. Now you are part of the organization. Welcome to the family.”

“What? "I-what?" you ask as you try to figure out what just happened. You assumed Lloyd and his brothers didn’t make money the legal way, but ending up as a part of their criminal organization wasn’t in your plans. “Will I get paid?”

Lloyd throws his head back and starts laughing. He holds his stomach, snorting and chuckling as Jake throws his hands up.

Ari and Curtis shrug while turning their attention to the food on the table. Only Andy still looks at you. “Sorry for my idiot brothers. They are a handful.”

“It’s fine,” you hastily say. “They helped me through a rough patch. And I get free cupcakes here every day.”

“We will find the perfect position in our organization for you. You’ll never have to work for these assholes again,” Lloyd says. He still snorts slightly but tries to keep a straight face. “Just promise me I can pay Mr. Goldilocks back for his behavior.”

“Perfect position."

“…and free cupcakes, “ Jake adds. “We have all this paperwork and most of my brothers hate doing it. I’m the only one taking care of this shit. But I’m busy with the website and marketing. You’ll be an angel saving me from all the paperwork I’m drowning in.”

“Do you want to sue Rogers now or not?” Andy leans back in his chair and looks at you. “Doll, you need to talk to your lawyer.”

“All I want is to forget about Sandy, Steve Rogers, and my former job. I liked working in the tower, but it was never meant to be a long-term position. I wanted to open my own business one day.”

“What kind of business?” Andy asks. He seems to be a bit more relaxed around his brothers now.

“I don’t know. I always liked to bake, and I love flowers…books too. I never thought much about it, to be honest. I dreamed of opening my business, but…”

“You never believed it would actually happen?” he asks. “If you had one wish, what would it be?”

“Can we stop that wishy-washy nonsense now? We still need to find a way to pay that asshole back.”

“Don’t forget Sandy, with Y,” Jake grits out. "I want to pay her back too. She harassed our girl. Y/N is my friend. I won’t let that woman get away with it.”

Five hours later you are curled up on Jake’s comfortable couch. The brothers wanted you to come with them tonight. Rumors say a fight is taking place in New York.

One involving the Avengers.

“Why do you think this place is safer?” You yawn and rub your tired eyes. “Lloyd?”

“You must trust me in this, cupcakes. This house is the safest place in this rotten world,” Lloyd pats your head. "We have prepared a room for you. Upstairs.”

“Got it,” you flutter your eyes shut. “Thank you…all of you…”

“Truth or dare, gentlemen,” Lloyd looks around the table. All seats are taken for the first time in years. “Andy, Mike, welcome back.”

“Lloyd,” Mike nervously glances at his brother, “I wanted to apologize for your car. I will pay you back for it.”

“Good.”

“Lloyd,” Jake pokes his brother’s side. Is there anything else you would like to say to Mike?”

“It’s good that you don’t look like shit anymore,” Lloyd grins. “We are proud of you for fighting your addiction, brother. Welcome home.”

“I came back as Curtis said you needed help with a girl.”

“She needs our help. We're gonna teach Captain America a lesson now that he messed with her," Lloyd whispers.

>> Part 5

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royalwriteroftheuniverse · 1 year

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Chris and I- bringing our Baby home for the first time

18+ just in case ALL FLUFF (slight mention of parent death) bringing baby home from being born choose ur own Chris (its an AU) COMMENTS & REBLOGS APPRECIATED no permission to repost republish or tralnslate.

"Chris why are you driving so slow?" I'm with our baby in the back while he's driving the Audi, (always my favorite car)

"Because"

"Yea but hon it's our private road my baby's gunna turn three before we get to the house."

"Um excuse me its our Baby"

"Sure let's just so with that." I playfully roll my eyes and see Chris pout in the rear view mirror.

"That's not funny you know how long I've wanted a family for."

"I do and I'm sorry." I pause for a few second. "Actually I'm not because you're taking forever and I am in desperate need of a bath and she is going to need to be changed soon and you should get rest. Because I am not letting her cry herself to sleep. A d-"

"You think I'd do that? Hell no."

"Good because I'm not going to be the only one getting up so if you can increase to may at least 10 miles an hour. I'd appreciate it."

"Fine. "

"Dare I even ask for 30?" I flirty teases.

"Don't push it." His lip curls a bit.

My phone dings

"Oooo"

What?

"Scott left us cheesecake in the fridge and your mother will be bringing us dinner! God I love your family."

My tears well up

"I know. I'm sorry hon. I'm sure your mother would've loved to be here but I know she's watching over us. "

"I know I just....."

"Hey it's ok you've got my family and they love you more than me so"

I laugh

"It's gunna be weird without dodger there but I can't wait until he gets to meet his baby sister." I changed the topic in a dime-I know. And I know Chris knows I did that on purpose- it's too painful to talk about right now; especially with emotions all over the place.

"I'm glad everyone understood we wanted some alone time."

"Well it was that or we leave them on a porch to freeze."

"Oh my sweet little one you have no idea how much you're loved." I caress her cheek.

"Oh she knows did you see how much she loved people. Who visited her she drank it up."

"Oh I saw. I'm glad she has a big family who loves her. She's so beautiful."

"Just like her mama."

"Chris."

"What? Its true. She is practically your mini me. Franky I'm thrilled I was terrified."

"Yea gorgeous sexy actor who'd want to look like-"

"You do remember those scene where I had to dress up like a woman."

"Good point I'm still traumatized."

"We all were" he laughs

"Chris did we move at all?"

"Yes I'm getting there. Relax."

"Well she gunna be hungrey I know and you know I know when she is gunna get hungrey."

"And exactly how is that."

"Mommys intuition."

"I want daddy's intuition" he pouted

Oh thats easy see carry the child for 9 months and push them out through-"

"Ok ok I was there I don't need to relive it."

"You asked. We almost there I wanna cuddle. Honey we have plen-"

"Who said you I wanna cuddle with my baby girl."

"Me too."

"Well you know how we solve that?"

"No."

"We all cuddle together. Wait you seriously didn't think of that?"

"Hon I am just focused on the road."

"Chris you realized if you go to 30 miles we would've been there 5 minutes ago. Especially since Mama here is getting Hangrey" I cross my arms.

"Ok good point."

Within 2 minutes were back at home.

Chris and I unlock the carrier I go to get out he tells me to wait. He get the car seat/carrier he puts her down on the porch and we can see her from where we are.

"You left our child alone? I look at him with" widened eyes.

He pauses in mid movement not sure what to do or say

"I'm just kidding we can see her from here but hon I can walk by myself."

"I just want to help."

"Nothing I say will change things will it?"

"Nope."

"Worth a try. Anyway. Alright go. She needs to eat I want to sleep and you are on diper duty."

"Got it."

That was easier than I thought," I thought.

"Mother knows best." He replies

"How the hell do you know what I was thinking."

"Because we are that in sync."

"I had that inadvertent smirk on my face going didnt I?"

"Yes."

Before we bring her in he opens the door and goes inside for a moment. Then he comes back out.

He won't let me bend down to pick up the carrier so he picks her up but he are holding both sides of the carrier as we walk in together. Thankfully he has huge doors.

"Home sweet home baby girl."

We get the tiniest tiniest yawn.

"That was the cutest thing ever awww."

"I got it all on film baby."

"What?"

I put my camera to record this. So I can send it to everyone.

Can you not send it to everyone on your acting friends list, that didn't go over well like anytime but just to our close close friends and family I don't trust everyone and its my baby and I-"

"I know I know calm down mama bear. I already have a baby list and got NDAs."

Ok so he's even more paranoid than me.

There was a moment of silence.

"Chris."

"Yea

"What do we do first with her?"

he pauses

"I dont know."

"She's sleeping I dont want to take her out of her carrier."

"Me either dont wake a sleeping baby. We leave her on the floor and get changed?"

"I guess"

Were besides ourselves but we change and we sit on the floor and just stare at her.

"She's still asleep how is this possible"

"I don't know."

"We must have the most perfect baby ever- look at her sweet little breaths."

We stare at her, intensly for a while longer ok, for a lot while longer. He keeps trying to take his phone out. I put my hands over his. I mean after the 200th photo we can give it a rest and just take it in.

Chris mom, who has a key, had came and knocked with her finger to get our attention

"Why is she still in her carrier?"

"She's still sleeping."

"I dont want to wake her. I know she's gunna be hungrey and you know when she wakes up but I can't I can't help it. She's so."

We don't want to miss anything.

Ok you two how about you get some sleep and let grandma take care of her

Me and Chris both pout

Now go. You two sleep while you can.

Chris helps me up why I don't know. But he does and we crawl into bed and cuddle up and I fall asleep in his arms the next thing I know his mother is gently waking me, telling me she's hungrey.

Our sweet angel is brought in to me and Chris wakes up a second before she's brought into me.. she grabs onto my finger as she feeds.

“I love you” he kissed my temple

“I know.”

He kisses her head and she gives him the dirtiest look.

I let out a huge laugh.

"You're just like mama" he boops her nose which does nothing to dispell her dirty look.

"Mommy doesn't like to be disturbed when she's eating either."

"Ignore daddy" her eyes turn back to me, turning soft, "hes crazy."

"She likes you better."

"Baby im sure its just cause she loves food and I'm her only source. And she doesn't like me better its just baby moods." I don't know if that’s a thing but its worth a shot to comfort Chris.

"I know she loves you too. She made grabbed hands towards you before she fell asleep."

"Really."

"Yea. Right my little angel you love daddy too."

We turn on the TV low and Chris put on C-span.

"One way to get her to sleep. But maybe save c-span for night time. Put on a movie."

"Which one?”

“I don't know."

We finally settle on Disney's Snow White and not soon after she finishes eating and fals right back asleep. I hold her as Chris puts one arm around me and one arm around the baby.

His mother comes in without us realizing and apprently took a few pictures before she told us to say cheese.

"I'm tired"

"Sleep my love."

"We should put her down in her crib first I wanna do it together its the first time." I pout. So I'm exhausted I'm barely able to make it to her nursery but I'm determined for us to do this as a family. We gently placed her in the crib And Chris is apprently a master at hiding camera because he got the whole thing on film. We placed her in her crib and

and back before I'm out like a light. Chris later told me he held me while watching the baby monitor like a hawk until he fell asleep. I mean she's safe and were home and safe. Theres nothing I need more than what I have right now, snuggling into my husband the perfect first time home.

Ok sure she woke up up for feedings (which Chris got up to get her, and diaper changes and swaddling but she's a baby they do that but she's still a perfect baby... our baby... mine and Chris' perfect baby

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coltrainbat · 1 year

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Can I get a sweet fluffy Andy like anything Andy no Laurie (I ignore she exists anyway lol) but sweet Andy couple stuff

Yes! Yes! Yes! Hope this is exactly what you needed angel. ✨💕

What to Wear

Summary: You cant find a shirt that fits but Andy's always there to help. BigChested!Reader X Andy Barber

Warnings: Fluff

Too tight. Too loose. Too small. Too… awkward.

You huffed in mirror, trying to find a top for your date night with your boyfriend, Andy.

“Honey you ready yet?” Shit, he was going to find you in the wardrobe, a sweaty mess with clothes thrown everywhere.

“Just a second!”

You could feel the tears forming in your eyes from frustration. Nothing fit over your chest properly and you simply just wanted to look classy and cute for your date, but your only choices were Hooters waitress or Grandma muumuu.

“Honey, is something wrong… I’m going to come in, okay?” the door slid open to Andy with a look of concern on his face. He looked gorgeous as ever in a button up with the sleeves rolled up, his take on casual was taking off his tie and rolling up his sleeves after work and God did it look good on him.

“Oh, baby what’s all this?” He looked at you slouched down in the chair, in the only comfortable lace black bra you own, clothes and hangers strewn over the floor. You covered your face with your handing hoping he wouldn’t pick up on your tear-stained cheeks.

“Nothing fits Andy! Nothing unless you want to take out Pamela Anderson...” You pulled up the red bodysuit that was barely a top and more loke a thin piece of fabric. “…Or Paula Dean!” in your other hand the overly floral button up that looked like a sack on you, was far too big and managed to cover any sign of curves on your body.

He moved closer crouching down at the chair in front of you “Well if its ok with you, I’d like to take you out and I don’t mind what you’re wearing now.” He traced a finger over the lace covering your breast.

“This is a bra, Andy!”

“Well, it’s a very nice bra.” He inched his face, putting his palm on your cheek washing away any residue of tears.

“Hey, I don’t care what you wear, I know what you look like, and I love you… hell I think you look good in one of my shirts – why don’t you try one of them on?”

You had worn Andy’s button ups before around the house from time to time. The expensive shirt was soft against your skin and the buttons didn’t gape over your chest.

Andy hopped up and started sifting through the racks of shirts, pulling out an off white slim fit button up.

“I’m no fashion stylist but this will go with your jeans… try it on.”

You were hesitant but took the shirt from him, his eyes never leaving yours as you slowly pulled it across your shoulders. Your arms weren’t tight within the fabric as they usually catered to Andy’s large biceps.

“Here let me help.” He buttoned up the shirt starting from the bottom, one by one, grazing the skin of your stomach ever so softly.

“I think it’d look better without the bra but that’s just me.” He smirked

Bra-less was not an option for you given the fact your breast weren’t naturally perky but it warmed your heart that he didn’t care.

“Ok let me finish it off” Once the last button was done showing a hint of cleavage, you tucked once side into your jeans and zipped them up. Readjusting the gold necklace Andy got you for your birthday so the pendant sat in the valley of your chest.

You finally got a good look of yourself. You looked amazing.

Andy came up behind you as you admired your figure in the mirror, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his chin on your shoulder.

“I think it looks better on you.” He whispered in your ear lips grazing your lobe, eyes never leaving the reflection of you two in the mirror.

You smiled at yourself in the mirror for the first time in months.

“I think we should leave now before I decide I want you to myself for the rest of the night.” Andy’s grip tightened around your waist as he turned you around to face him.

“Ok let’s go.” With a quick kiss on his lips, you finally found something to wear. As well as a new favourite shirt.

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sagechanoafterdark · 2 years

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If you’re still taking smutty prompts, then how about #4 “Use your words” and #24 “You can do better than that”? 👀🤭

Laura you didn't give me a boy!! Oh well, I'll just pick one and spin the wheel 😏 Oops I did it again. Another long drabble. I don't think anyone complaining though.

Enjoy!

"Holy fuck!" You exclaimed in a heated whisper, spreading your legs a little more and shifting your weight. Your breath comes in quick pants as a flush of heat through your skin and scorches your soul.

Andy's fingers work magic against your sensitive bud as coos and praises fall from his lips against your ear. Legs spread as wide as they can be in the passenger seat, your hips thrust out with the seat laid back just a little to make it comfortable.

He's whipping you into a frenzy faster than you’d care to admit. But Andy had been working you up since this morning, you were wound up so tight that it felt like you were dying.

"Please Andy," you whine, hand clenched around his wrist as he plays with you.

"Please?" His lips trail over the shell of your ear, breath hot against your neck before pressing the softest of kisses against your temple. "You can do better than that, Kitten."

On cue, a mewling gasp breaks free as he slides two fingers into you. Stretching and making you needier than ever as your hips buck against his palm. Shaking the car with your movement, the springs squeak in the silent garage and Andy clicks his tongue.

"Look at that pussy," he muses, fingers sliding in and out at an almost torturous pace. "Gripping my fingers so tight."

"Mmmh, Andy," you pant turning your head towards him. Licking your suddenly dry lips wanting to beg for his kiss, "Please."

He's merciless.

Andys fingers curl, pressing against the spot inside that makes you both brainless and boneless. The sound of your sopping wet core becoming more drenched as he scissors and stretches you to his pleasure.

Grunting with a moan of approval as you soak his hand and he husks against your ear, “All this for me?” His fingers rub your little clit in tight circles before thrusting back into you with ease. "Fuck just look at that. Gripping these fat fingers, Kitten. You just never want to let go."

Your hand fists in his suit jacket, desperate to hold onto something. Leaning forward you try to catch his lips, but he dodges you with an almost sadistic smirk. "Use your words," he cooed above you, slipping his thumb against your clit. "Come on Kitten, let me hear you."

"Please," you managed to shudder out, hands tugging him closer in the car. "Please, Andy. I- I can't take it."

"Yes you fucking can," he snarls out with a cruel twist of his finger that has you keening. "You can fucking take it, cause you're my girl. Isn't that right?"

Nodding your eyes look desperately over at him, breath shuddering from your lungs as Andy's fingers spread you, working you over and bringing that tide closer and closer.

“Say it,” he rasps, hand fisting into your hair and wrenching your head back roughly. "Say. It."

"I-I'm yours," you stutter out, grinding against his palm. Hips desperate to fall over the edge. "All yours Andy. Please. Please more."

"Greedy girl," he reprimanded, teeth dragging against the curve of your jaw before dipping against your ear once again. "Gonna cum all over my fingers, Kitten?"

Nodding your head your hips roll hard, the heel of his hand bumping and grinding against your clit. Pleasure building and building with every stroke, every thrust. "A-Andy..."

"That's it, Kitten," he cooed, voice as warm as honey. "Let go."Everything in you locked up at that very moment, your body shaking as Andy finally claimed your mouth. Tongue sloppily caressing against your open mouth cries before you fiercely kiss him back. Hand tangling in the hair at the back of his head at the shuddering breath that leaves you.

Pulling back Andy's soft voice praises you in quiet whispers, his breath fanning against your skin, “Good girl.”

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 year

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Beautiful Chaos

AN: So this was supposed to be a drabble, based on a gif that Alice the menace sent me, but I had a thot and it spiralled into this modern fantasy AU! I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by the menace herself, @flordeamatista

Dividers by @firefly-graphicsgraphics

Moodboard by me, but the wonderful edit of Andy by @jen-with-a-pen, who was brilliant at realising my vision.

Masterlist

Relationship: Eldritch Andy Barber x Fae Plus-sized reader

Word Count: 5k

CW: Soft Dark Andy Barber, very mild horror aspects, kidnapping, consensual smut (inc mild blood play, tentacles, triple penetration in one hole, rough sex, dacryphilia, blacking out during sex) mild angst.

As soon as you’d walked into this town, your Fae senses had told you that staying was a bad idea, that an Eldritch creature had already made its home here. It would be dangerous to stay, even for a few days; if you could sense them, they could sense you, but you were never one for being sensible. Your heart was too big for that. If an Eldritch was here, it would be using its influence for chaos and evil. You almost felt beholden to make a difference, to exert some of your own influence to balance it all out.

So you stayed.

You really shouldn't have done, but you did.

It didn’t take long for you and the creature to find each other. It was an inevitability, your aura’s calling to the other, like opposing magnetic poles. You were intrigued by them, wondering what form they would take, and how they would carry out their machinations.

The Eldritch had appeared shortly after the dawn of man, born of their fears, their nightmares. The things that stalked them in the shadows and through the dream worlds. Full of arrogance they called themselves the Elder Gods, although to be fair, they were some of the first beings to be worshipped as such.

But the Fae were older. Much older.

They were well established as a race when apes had started to walk upright and clothe themselves. The Fae had watched in wonderment as this new species took its first steps towards full sentience, and with that, the building of a cooperative society.

However, as such a primitive species, they were wary of anything that looked different, and worried that, like the creatures of the dark they had willed into being, the Fae would try to hurt them. It was then that your people had developed the skill of glamour, to hide your true selves and to appear as a mortal. They had realised that this new race was susceptible to suggestion, and that the Eldritch were using this fact to sow chaos. It was therefore decided that the Fae would work to redress the balance. Using their glamour they could get close to the humans and ‘nudge’ them back towards kindness.

The nightmare creatures adjusted their tack though, observing the Fae and learning how to glamour themselves, which allowed them to wreak further havoc, being able to influence the mortals without driving them mad. At least until they revealed themselves once they had got what they wanted.

So you cloaked yourself, suppressing your natural golden glow and hiding your wings to appear as a normal primary school teacher; all honeysuckle smiles and encouraging words. Someone that others would gravitate to, listen to, give respect to. Who could get involved without comment in almost every social event in this small town’s calendar. You could exert your influence to encourage kindness in lots of different people, from the students you taught, all the way up to the elderly general store-keeper, who would be called ‘curmudgeonly’ at best.

You met your counterpart on your third night, as you took yourself to the only bar in town. You’d gone pretty early - it wouldn't be the done thing for the new teacher to be seen cavorting with the town’s miscreants, or even just the town gentlemen. You didn’t want to alienate anyone, but you needed to familiarise yourself with everywhere your skills may be of use.

As soon as you walked in, you were aware of them. You could feel their murky green aura, and hear the otherworldly screams of the insane that swirled around them. Your head turned and there they were, looking back at you. Sitting right at the bar, front and centre, for all to see, but of course, the mortals around you could only see the glamour.

You had to admit, you were impressed. The creature was male (as much as the Eldritch actually had genders) and the form he had taken was, well, extremely attractive. Tall, broad, but fit and lean. Brown hair, thick and tamed, covered his head, with a matching, and equally as thick beard, framing his jaw. Eyes the blue-green of the ocean, inviting you to dive into their depths. You felt your wings beat as your heart rate increased, and were glad they were hidden from the eyes of those around you.

The creature smiled and gestured to the empty bar stool beside him, an invitation from one professional to another. You sat, carefully, smoothing the light skirt of your dress over your generous thighs, grateful that it reached almost to your knees. You had pantyhose on underneath, and even that thin layer felt like extra protection from the brazen gaze of the creature.

He held out his hand, his palm as broad as the rest of him, his fingers long and tapered. You hesitated for a moment. You’d never been this close to an Eldritch before, and although you knew you wouldn’t burst into flames just from touching him, you still had a sense of trepidation. When you finally did place your hand in his, you felt how soft his skin was. Whatever he did here, in his guise, it wasn’t manual.

“Welcome, little Fae. And what brings you to this backwards, podunk town?”

“My nature, I suppose. My calling.” You gave a small, delicate shrug. “The same thing that brought you here, I reckon, even if our natures are opposite to each other…?” You let the end of your sentence hang so he could tell you how he wanted to be addressed.

“Call me Andy. That’s what I go by here. I’m the town lawyer.”

You couldn’t hold back your snort of laughter.

“A lawyer, really? I suppose, if you are wanting to spread chaos and evil, you couldn’t really pick a better cover.”

“And you picked a school teacher.”

You inclined your head in acknowledgement.

“Touché.”

You turned to the bar and ordered a drink, although just a club soda, as you knew you ought to keep a clear head. You had a brief conversation with the barman as he filled your glass and you handed over some cash, telling him to keep the change, and you knew that Andy was watching the interaction with interest.

When your server moved to the other end of the bar to deal with another patron, Andy leaned in closer, and suddenly his cordial demeanor disappeared.

“Now, Fae, as lovely as this has been… as lovely”, his eyes roved over you, obvious and unabashed, “as you are, I am telling you now, to leave. Leave this town. Find yourself another cosy little place. This town is mine. It’s not for the likes of you with your golden glow and your kindness.”

His tone was menacing, obviously trying to frighten you away. However, you were stubborn, it was what had made you stay in the first place, and you didn’t frighten easily.

“No.”

You looked him dead in the eye, and could see the swirling green mists of his true self within them.

“Excuse me?”

He looked shocked, as though he wasn’t used to anyone, mortal or otherwise, questioning him.

“I don’t want to. I like it here. Feel like I could really make a difference.”

He scowled and grabbed his beer bottle, tossing back the last of it, before standing up. Then, without warning he gripped your chin, squishing your mouth and cheeks. You struggled to stay still. You didn’t want to create a scene - it could backfire on you big time.

“I don’t really give a shit what you want. Get out of my town, Fae. It would be better for both of us if you did.”

He let you go with a shove and you watched him stalk out as you circled your jaw to lessen the ache, before taking a gulp of your drink, letting the cool liquid sooth you.

After such an introduction, any of your brethren would tell you to heed the warning, go somewhere where it would be easier to work your magic, without someone from the otherside actively working in the opposite direction.

But where would be the challenge in that?

You started small. Small was always easy and tended to have the longest lasting impacts.

A kind word here, a small, inconsequential favour there. If only humans understood how just being nice, being respectful to their fellows could change the world for good. It also seemed to help that you and Andy had different target demographics.

It wasn’t difficult to spot his involvement when it was revealed that the town sheriff, a man who had held the position for years, was discovered to be not only corrupt, but also a pervert, stalking and grooming the young townswomen who’d known him for years. And when he’d been led in cuffs from the station to the car of the state troopers, he’d broken, screaming incoherently about the nightmares that would come to take everyone. As the only lawyer available Andy accompanied him, returning a few days later, shaking his head and talking about how sad it was that a man like the sheriff had obviously lost his mind.

You tried your best to avoid him, but there were obviously occasions when you bumped into each other. The tension when you did was palpable , and you knew it wasn’t just your own. From the way his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, you knew he felt it too. You tried to convince yourself that it was natural to feel on edge when you were in close proximity to your opposite, but, deep down, you knew it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t just his glamour either. It was obviously helpful to him that his exterior was extremely easy on the eye, but where you were concerned, that wasn’t the whole picture.

No, you could also see his mysterious, swirling aura, and when you were close enough you swore you could feel the touch of his chaos stroking over your skin, raising goosebumps and sending a shiver through you. It shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was; you shouldn’t like the feel of it, but you did. Maybe it was because you’d been shielded from danger most of your life? Like a child who is told not to touch something hot or sharp, but reaches out for it anyway; the curiosity is too much to ignore.

And it was therefore your downfall.

The end of summer arrived and in celebration the town had organised a big community cook-out. All the men had dragged their grills out to the field on the edge of town, bordered on one side by the river and on another by the woods. All large community events happened there; the 4th of July picnic and fireworks, the mid-summer fun fair, the kids Easter egg hunt, and there was a buzz in the air as you approached, carrying a pair of apple pies to add to the dessert table. You hadn’t made them yourself - mortals consuming fae food was never a good idea - but you had gone to the best bakery in town, and it was the thought that counted, right?

Once you had deposited them with ladies from the church, who had designated themselves the keepers of dessert, you flitted from group to group. You helped some of the moms organise games for the younger kids, then talked to a few of your co-workers about the upcoming start of the school year, before taking a turn to help dish out the fixings; you hadn’t made them so it was okay. However, most of all you were both keeping away from, and keeping an eye on Andy. A few times your gazes had locked and once he’d even raised his beer bottle to you in silent salute. Or was it a challenge? You couldn’t be sure.

You wondered if he would try something here; Unleash his chaotic influence on the crowd?

You hoped not.

Eventually, though, Andy and his machinations were pushed to the back of your mind, as you laughed and joked and played with your neighbours. You couldn’t help but use your own influence, a kind word here, a suggestion to assist someone else there. You could feel the golden waves of love and joy spreading throughout the crowd, and you felt buoyed by it.

However, as the sun started to set, it happened. It was only a small disruption, a little bit of malicious chaos, but you realised later it was only meant to have one major effect. To disorientate you and separate you from everyone else. You had to admit that Andy picked his targets well.

Sudden shouting and banging, accompanied by bright lights had you turning. A group of young males, highschoolers caught between boyhood and manhood, had somehow gotten hold of some fireworks and decided to let them off. The gunpowder driven projectiles flew in all directions, and everyone ran for cover, women screaming and children crying. You ducked down, running to the tree line at the edge of the woods, and hid behind a sturdy trunk, catching your breath. That, however, was when Andy revealed his plan.

A large hand came across your mouth, stifling any noise you might make, whilst his opposite arm wrapped around your soft waist and he hauled you up, using his otherworldly strength to drag you deeper into the woods. You kicked your heels against his shins, but he seemed impervious to it. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

You weren’t sure how long Andy carried you through the forest. It was probably for only a few minutes, but it felt like a life-time, as you struggled ineffectually against his hold. Even your wings couldn’t help you, pinned as they were between your back and his firm chest.

Eventually though, he came to a halt and thrust you away, dragging a hand down his face and over his beard as he watched you fall to the ground, amongst the brush and leaf litter. You could barely see, the remaining sunlight almost entirely blocked out by the canopy of the trees, so you dropped your glamour. Your skin began to glow with a golden light and your wings became visible, shining with a spectrum of colours.

For a moment, Andy seemed to be taken aback, as he took in your true form, but he collected himself quickly, his features schooling themselves into a dark scowl.

“I told you to leave.”

You picked yourself up from the ground, brushing clods of soil and other detritus off your dress, and pulled yourself up to your full height. It wasn’t very impressive against Andy’s towering stature, but it was all you could do.

“And I said I didn’t want to.”

He moved suddenly and swiftly, closing in on you and making you step back until the trunk of a nearby tree halted your progress. He followed you as you retreated, caging you in as he pressed his palms against the bark either side of your head. His features were lit up by your glow, and the green swirls of chaos were visible once again in his eyes.

“It would have been better for both of us if you had listened. We shouldn’t be in this close proximity to each other.”

You scoffed.

“Says the man who dragged me into the forest, and now has me pinned up against a tree. If you don’t want to be close to me, let me go.”

His eyes narrowed and you saw a flash of some emotion you couldn’t place. His right hand dropped and he brushed his knuckles down your cheek, a gesture far more gentle and tender than you would’ve expected from him. Unexpected shivers ran down your spine and your eyes went wide.

“You misunderstand, little Fae. I said we shouldn’t, not that I didn’t want to be.”

In that moment you placed the emotion he’d shown.

Lust.

Pure and simple.

You only had time to gasp in a breath before he cupped your face with his right hand and captured your lips in a punishing kiss. Now, you weren’t innocent; you’d had a few dalliances with other Fae over the centuries, and even the odd mortal here and there, but from the moment he touched you, you knew that he would be a lover unlike any other, be that for good or ill.

You immediately felt as though he was devouring you, burning you up in his chaotic fire.

Before you even realised it, you were clinging to him, returning his kiss with the same ardour. His other hand came down, gripping your waist and holding you in place, as he pressed the full length of his body against you. An involuntary whine spilt from your lips as he dragged his own from you, but he continued to trail kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You are driving me insane, Fae. Do you know how ridiculous that is? I haven’t been able to fulfil my true nature since your arrival. All my attempts have been feeble and washed out. My mind has been full of you. Wanting to claim you, even in your glamoured state.”

His nose rubbed up the column of your throat, inhaling your scent deeply.

“But now! Now I have seen your true form, I can never let you go. You are mine, little fairy. Mine to feast upon. Your corruption will be my greatest achievement.”

You should be scared by his speech, horrified at the prospect, but you were too far gone. Your wings started to beat, raising your body up so your faces were level, so you could wrap your legs around his narrow waist. His fingers dug into your flesh, and despite his own glamour still being in place you could feel his talons pricking your skin. A strange feeling flowed over your thighs and tightened around your middle, and you knew it was his tentacles, hidden but still binding you to him.

“Andy!” His name tripped from your tongue like a prayer.

You dragged his face back to yours, wanting nothing more than to drown in your combined passion, consequences be damned. Then your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pulling the fabric apart and rubbing your hands over the soft chest hair of his mortal disguise. Your hips bucked as he nipped at your bottom lip, his sharp Eldritch teeth cutting you slightly. His tongue lapped over the small wound, tasting you, and he moaned. The sound made your head spin, the thought that he was as intoxicated with you as you were with him pushing the last vestiges of reason from your mind.

Although you couldn’t see it, you felt one of his tentacles moving higher up your thigh, closer and closer to your panties, now wet with your arousal. The tip of it brushed across the sodden fabric, rubbing over your clit and you whined. The movement repeated, the barest twitch of the supple appendage, and sparks flew across your vision. Your own sharp claws dug into his flesh, an untamed part of you coming to the fore. You let go of him and struggled with the buttons down the front of your dress, eventually just tearing at them.The fabric was too restricting, getting in the way of the feel of his flesh against your own.

As your skin was bared to him, Andy’s lips travelled across the swell of your breasts, sucking your flesh and raising marks, before sucking at your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra. The ache between your thighs was almost painful, your arousal reaching new heights.

You were desperate for more. Anything more.

Then more came, in the feeling of your panties being ripped away, the flimsy cotton no match for Andy’s tentacles. They coiled higher and tighter around your thighs and you cried out as you felt them sliding between your folds. Your head fell back against the tree with a thud.

“Andy! By the light!”

“Yes, my darling Fae. Feel me.”

Through hooded lids you could see his skin taken on a green tinge as his glamour started to slip. His teeth looked sharper, and his muscles even more defined, but your observation of him came to a halt as one of his tentacles started to push its way inside your aching pussy. You let out an animalistic cry as he filled and stretched you. Your fingers curled, your talons breaking Andy’s skin causing 8 tiny spots of green blood to well to the surface.

Andy sighed in satisfaction, pumping into you while his hands roamed your body, igniting fires over your skin.

“More. I need more,”

He chuckled, his lips curving against you skin.

“A greedy little thing, aren’t you. But you want more? I can give you more….” A second tentacle joined the first, pulsing inside you, and stretching you even further. There were more brushes over your engorged clit and you felt yourself on the precipice of something hereto unknown.

“No, no, no. I need you.”

“But you have me, Fae. You currently have more of me than any other creature has in centuries.”

His tentacles squirmed inside you and you shifted, clenching down on them and letting out another pathetic needy noise. You still needed more. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and there was an incessant buzzing inside your skull.

“I… I…”

Words floated away. Only the burning need remained. A singular tear broke free from your lashes and rolled down your cheek, only to be caught up by Andy’s tongue, long and forked.

“Oh, you are so delicious. And don’t worry. I know what you need. I can give it to you.”

When and how he’d released his pants, you were unsure, but your brain didn’t care about the logistics. Maybe they were part of his glamour, as he didn’t really have legs, and therefore never existed at all? But despite how full you felt in your core, it was nothing as Andy began to push his cock inside of you, his tentacles holding your weeping pussing open for him without leaving it.

More tears of pleasure flowed down your face, each and every one lapped up by your otherworldly lover, your hips bucking as you accommodated all he had to give you inside of your body.

“Andy! Fuck!

You felt pinned like a butterfly, your own wings beating just as ineffectually, as he bottomed out inside you. Then, as his other tentacles gripped your waist he began to thrust up into you.

“There you go, fairy. Take it. Take it all.”

All you could do was hold on, your claws shredding the fabric of his shirt and scratching up his shoulders, as he bounced you on his cock and tentacles. Your plump thighs were locked around his waist, and your lips were pressed to his, a messy kiss of tongues and two pairs of sharp teeth.

Andy’s glamour was slipping even more; you could see the green appendages around your waist, and his skin had almost entirely lost its mortal hue. You should be scared. Why weren’t you scared? Why did you find him terrifyingly beautiful?

“I want to see you.” You mumbled your entreaty against his lips as you nipped at each other.

“‘S not a good idea, Fae. It could drive you mad.”

“You already make me crazy. Please.”

You rocked your hips and gave yourself over to the feeling of fullness, the caress of your clit and breasts, all the sensations he was wreaking on your body criss-crossing and overlapping until all you could do was feel. You knew your orgasm was approaching, the darts of pleasure shooting through you gaining in intensity. Your glow increased, brightening the woods around you.

“Please, please please.” You whispered against his mouth, kissing up the stray droplets of blood.

His. Yours. You could no longer tell. You were one being.

You felt it then. A shift in Andy’s aura. The last vestiges of his glamour falling away and you forced your eyes open and drew your head back to look at him in his true form.

Your already dizzy mind spun more, your eyes trying to make sense of the visage before you. Saliva and blood dripped from his fangs as he smiled, terrifyingly wide. His eyes were dark green voids, leading you down. Down into the abyss.

“Ssseee me asss I am, Fae.”

You screamed as you came, light bursting forth from you, before the world went blessedly dark.

It was fully night when you woke up some hours later. You blinked your eyes open, taking in the shafts of moonlight that made their way through the tree branches above you. Your hands curled in the grass beneath you and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. A flash of discomfort arced through your core and you winced. You increased your glow to see that your dress hung in tatters around your body, your bared flesh covered in cuts and marks. You were also alone.

What had you done?

You, a fae, had lain with an Eldritch, a creature of nightmare and madness. It went against the natural order of things, and could never happen again.

You bit your lip to stifle your gasps as you rose to your feet, and you couldn’t even be bothered to put your glamour back on as you carefully limped home.

Home.

Not anymore. You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t be in this town and around Andy and keep your distance.

A bubble of sardonic laughter escaped your throat.

Andy had won. He’d convinced you, finally, to leave.

12 months later

You hummed as you bustled around the kitchen of your new home, sorting out the best places for all the items.

You’d tried to put the past behind you, move on, but over the last year you hadn’t been able to settle. Some force was keeping you moving, driving you to move to different places.Staying still would be the worst thing. You knew it, down to your bones. This place would do though, at least for a few months until the itch to move on got too much to ignore.

You’d seen a few of your own kind over the last year, but the looks they’d given you let you know that they knew what you’d done and that they didn’t approve. It was a lonely, nomadic life for you now.

A bark of laughter sounded from the other room, pulling you out of your doldrums and you grinned as you went to find your new roommate. At least you had her to keep you company. You knew she would go where you went.

Growing up you’d heard of sprites, mischievous spirits that seemed to straddle both chaos and kindness. Almost fae, but not quite. They’d always been talked about in hushed whispers though, and you’d never met one until six months ago. You’d recognised her for what she was immediately. A shock of green hair, tiny, vestigial wings that were more a barometer for her emotions than anything else, and a propensity to get into trouble at the drop of a hat and then disarm you with a smile.

And when you’d seen her, you understood the whispers, and why those like her were so rare.

“Mama!”

Two chubby arms raised up and reached for you.

Fae gestation was far quicker than mortals, and infant development just as rapid, so your daughter had the look of a two year old human about her, despite only being half a year old. She was too young to hold her own glamour, so you’d had to dye her hair dark brown to cover her natural green, and luckily her tiny wings were easily hidden with a coat. Hopefully by the time next spring rolled around she would have enough control to hide them herself. The only major issue at the moment was her propensity to get into trouble, and the way she subconsciously influenced those around her.

And how when she smiled she revealed two rows of sharp pointed teeth. You had to admit, she was the main reason you kept moving.

You scooped your daughter up into your arms with a laugh.

“Hey, Butterfly! How’re you doing?”

She leant forward and blew a raspberry into your neck, making you both giggle.

As hard as it had been to accept you were pregnant and then ostracised from Fae society, you were comforted by the fact that you weren’t the only one to have fallen. The existence of sprites proved it. Others had coupled with Eldritch before you; you weren’t some kind of freak.

“Mama! Door!”

Your little menace pointed towards the oak wood and you looked between it and her, confused for a moment until a knock sounded. Trepidation lanced through you before you brushed it away. Surely it was only one of your new neighbours welcoming you with small town pleasantries. With your baby on your hip you walked open and pulled open the door.

Your smile you had ready on your face froze. You froze.

“Dada!”

Your daughter leant forward from your grip, arms reaching and Andy plucked her from your grasp.

“Hey, Sprite. Good to meet you.” He dropped a kiss onto her dimpled cheek and she giggled, before he turned his attention to you.

“And hello to you, Fae. I think we have some things to discuss.”

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waiting

pairing: dark!andy barber x curvy!reader

warnings: 18+ only. angst angst angst. mommy issues. mentions of pregnancy. allusion to thoughts of abortion (this blog is firmly pro choice btw). self loathing. everyone is just really mean to poor reader. ☹️. oh and a mention or two of mr. ransom drysale 😶 if i’m missing something important pls feel free to let me know.

words: 5.3k

notes: i’ve had this fic in my wips since july and finished since the beginning of this month, i just never posted it lol but i’m so excited to share it finally. this definitely isn’t for everyone and really was just an indulgent write but if you do read this, i hope you enjoy the angst. comments and reblogs are more than welcome and appreciated. i’d love to hear what you think. thank you for reading 🖤

The flickering light in the nearly empty emergency room was unsettling. Your mind was taunting you as you sat in the waiting area, the chair beneath you growing harder and more uncomfortable with each passing minute.

You had jinxed yourself.

Cursing your fate mere hours ago and dwelling on how horribly things were going lately, thinking it couldn’t possibly get any worse.. Of course, it could.

In all honesty, you didn’t really know why you were here. Maybe just as an excuse to try and avoid the inevitable.

Maybe it was some sick sense of guilt hanging over you..

A part of you now desperate to remember the sense of comfort you could find in her - even if only for a few moments. As hard as you’ve tried these last 24 hours, you just couldn’t seem to remember what it felt like. You started to wonder if there was really anything to remember at all. But there had to be, right? She was your mother. There had to be. And then your phone rang. You didn’t let yourself think before you told whoever was on the other end that you would be there soon. You just called an Uber and went right down. Now here you were.

Whatever it was that drove you here - fear, guilt, obligation, a need for reassurance - that maybe this all wouldn’t be so bad, it brought you to this moment. Waiting with baited breath for your name to be called, for someone to escort you to her room, to finally see the damage she had done with her refusal to help herself. You felt bad, though you knew you shouldn’t. The damage she had done to you could be seen every time you looked in the mirror.

Stare too long at your reflection and you're lost again to the darkness that has managed to follow you all your life. You felt hollow a lot of the time, but the more apt word would be numb. Because you weren’t hollow by any means. No, you were full to the brim with hurt and anger and despair. You didn’t like feeling that. So numbness was better.

Just try to forget. Don’t let your mind sit in silence for too long. It was prone to wandering. And so were you. Maybe that’s why you were in the position you were now. You could never let yourself be content. Always searching, always reaching for something more. Something that could finally make you feel. Force you to feel. You just didn’t realize that it would lead you to him. That anyone could ever make you feel as much as he did. That you could ever feel like this.

The flickering of the light was bad, but the seemingly deafening silence was worse.

Until it wasn’t.

The entrance door slid open and you vaguely heard the footfall of whoever had just entered approaching behind you while the chilling breeze from outside came rushing in with them.

The shadow loomed over you and you didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The creaking of the old chair as he sat directly behind you was irksome, as was his unwanted presence. Maybe if you just pretended he wasn’t there, you wouldn’t have to deal with him right now. Maybe he’d just go away for tonight. Maybe he’d be kind enough to leave you alone.

You could have scoffed out loud at yourself.

Kindness wasn’t really his thing. Not lately. And if you’d learned anything these past six months it was that the times you most wished he’d leave you be, were the times he was sure not to.

Waiting for him to move or speak or to do something, anything at all, was even more frustrating and did nothing to help settle the anxiety that was already turning your stomach. You couldn’t take the silence a moment longer. You spoke with your back to him.

“What are you doing here?”

“I’ve been calling you all night,” he responded without answering your question. You could hear the edge in his tone and it only served to piss you off. He had the audacity to be upset when he knew what was going on. You weren’t stupid enough to just not show up when he expected you at his place, you texted him and told him where you’d be and why. It wasn’t like you were hiding from him. At least not in a way he could prove.

“Yeah, well, I've been a little preoccupied.” you said harshly. Biting your lip as you instantly regretted your tone. Not that he didn’t deserve it, but you couldn’t deal with the repercussions you’d get for it from him right now. You were already on the verge of breaking completely.

“Sweetheart,” he leaned forward in his chair as he spoke, voice hard, getting even closer to you as if his presence wasn’t already all together suffocating.

“I’m sorry,” you muttered. “I’m sorry, I just- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do here. I’ve been waiting since I texted you. They won’t let me back there.”

Truthfully, you were more upset about the news you’d gotten yesterday than you were about the wait - you weren’t even really sure you wanted to go back there. Their ignorance of you was more helpful than you were sure they realized. You couldn't be accused of not showing up, it’s not like it was your fault they never got to you. You were still there.

You didn’t speak that aloud though, and he wouldn’t have given you any time to if you’d wanted.

He clicked his tongue and got up without saying a word and walked to the receptionist. You watched as they spoke, his charm shining through as the young woman was in complete admiration at the man before her. If only she knew the real him. If only anyone knew what he was really like. But no. He saved his true self for you and you alone.

The shrill laughter of the woman pierced your ears as Andy smiled, charming oozing off of him. You were reminded of the first time you met him. How easily you had fallen for his act, much the same way. Laughing shyly at his compliments and smiling softly at that same smirk you now dread. The one that haunts your dreams at night after he finally grants you some peace. He’d taken over everything. Every aspect of your life. All of you.

He didn’t care. Not really. Not about the situation. Not even truly about you. He could pretend all he liked, but you knew the truth, whether he accepted it or not.

He didn’t care, he just wanted people to believe he did. That’s what it felt like. And damn did they believe. You had, too. Until you got too close. Finally saw him drop the facade.

Sometimes you could convince yourself it was better this way. To really know him, to know the truth. It helped you not feel so much like a fool anymore. And the way you saw people react to him, falling for every kind smile and caring word, that helped too. You couldn’t blame yourself, he was just so damn good at hiding it.

The woman behind the desk pressed a button and the door leading further into the hospital buzzed open. Andy smiled at her again, giving her a soft ‘thank you’.

He stood at the door, looking at you while holding it open, waiting for you to get up. You stared blankly a moment, your body not wanting to move. This was stupid. Seeing her wouldn’t change anything. It’d do no good for either of you. In fact, it’d probably just send you spiraling even further. You never should have come here in the first place. Never should have answered the phone to begin with. You had bigger problems to worry about. This was too much. It was all too much. Maybe you could visit her after she got home, but you couldn’t do this, especially not right now. Your heart was starting to race and you felt like you couldn’t breathe. You opened your mouth slightly, wanting to speak but no words would come out. You vaguely heard Andy call your name, but didn’t respond to it, not until he loudly cleared his throat and broke through your trance. You looked at him immediately, his annoyance clear in what used to be such kind eyes. You couldn’t find the softness or warmth you did before. Only harsh blue staring a hole through you. You forced your body to move, albeit slowly, standing up and walking toward him. When you were close enough and he was sure no one was watching, he gripped your arm tight and pulled you through the threshold of the door. You stumbled forward, gasping slightly, and tried to pull your arm away, grimacing as his grip was too tight. You looked up at him, pleading without words, eyes begging him to relent. Instead of just letting go of you, he threw your arm away from him and out of his hold. Another needless aggression.

“Stop acting so goddamn catatonic,” he snarled.

“I shouldn’t have come here,” you murmured. “I can’t do this,” you breathed as you tried to move past him, back through the door you’d just entered through.

“Now you want to leave? The second I get you back here? You’re that fucking stubborn. You won’t let me do any nice thing for you, you just like when I’m mean to you, is that it?”

“Andy, please,” you tried to calm him. “It’s not you, I just, I can’t do this, okay. I can’t see her. Please. Let’s just go, I’ll go with you, alright? Wherever you wanted to go tonight, let’s go,” you pleaded. You really couldn’t fathom having to face her. Now that you were so close, you just couldn’t do it. Hell, you were begging the man you’d been trying to keep away from to take you anywhere else, you were that desperate to avoid this reunion.

Your head was down now, staring at his solid chest as he continued to keep you blocked from the door. You felt his hand come up, moving some of your hair out of your face. His touch, deceptively gentle. He moved to tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his eyes.

“You are leaving with me, you already know that. But we’re not going anywhere until I say we are. You’re gonna be a big girl,” he said, voice dripping with condescension as he gripped your chin painfully, “and do what you came here to do. You can’t run from your fears forever.”

You felt tears welling in your eyes but you fought them back with everything you had.

I hate you I hate you I hate you.

That was all that was running through your head as you blinked away the tears threatening to spill. He didn’t deserve your tears. Neither of them did.

You backed away, lips in a tight line and eyes hard.

A nurse was passing by as you did and Andy was quick to put on a show.

He grabbed your hand gently and it took everything in you not to rip it away. He pulled you back closer and wrapped his arms around you, burying your face in his chest. “It’s alright, sweetheart. Everything’s gonna be okay,” he spoke softly. You couldn’t see his face, so you didn’t know for sure, but you would have bet money he smiled at the nurse as they passed by. Another phony display of comfort.

You weren’t even sure he realized why he was doing it, or how hollow of a gesture it was. You wondered if he really was that deluded that he could think this was a sincere intimate moment between the two of you. His heavy hand was rubbing your back in an attempt to be soothing, and seemed to confirm your thoughts. He turned you in his hold, your back to his chest as he ushered you in the direction of the room number he had been given.

Your feet were only moving because he was pushing you forward. You didn’t know what room you were going to, but when Andy stopped in front of a cracked door, you figured that must be it. You swallowed hard, turning to face him again. Having to see her on your own was enough to leave you feeling sick, but with the news you got yesterday still weighing on you and Andy hovering so close, you felt nearly immobile. The more you thought about what was about to happen, the more anxious you got. You started to think about the last time you’d had to introduce your mother to the person you were seeing. It went horribly, even he agreed. And Ransom had a pretty low bar set for family as it was. Not that he had any room to judge.. Thinking about him and everything that had gone down those few years ago gave you chills even now. How the hell did you constantly end up in these convoluted, fucked up relationships. You worried it said more about you than it did any of them.

“You, you can’t go in,” you said, shaking your head as you avoided eye contact. “She’ll…it’ll be a whole thing,” you tried to explain.

“She doesn’t know about me?” he sniffed.

“I haven’t seen her in over a year,”

“You don’t call?” You cringed at his tone. Accusatory, like he always was, already putting the blame for the rift you had with your mother on you without knowing any of the details. You swallowed the renewed lump forming in your throat and took a stabilizing breath before you responded.

“It’s been a while,” you choked, your voice thick and throat tight.

“Well I can introduce myself just fine,”

You moved to block him from entering the door, earning a stern glare in response.

“I’m only going to say this once,” he seethed. “Move.”

“Let me just talk to her first,” you refused.

His jaw ticked as he stared down at you, eyes narrowed. He huffed, agitated. You thought for a second he was going to listen, but you should have known better. He took a step closer, bending down and grabbing your face in his large hands.

“You’re gonna remember this exact moment later tonight. And you’re gonna regret it.”

His voice was calm, his eyes sure - and you believed him. Your shoulders sagged as you deflated. You weren’t gonna win this one. He brushed past you and entered the room with a knock on the door as he pushed it open. His previous irritation was quickly replaced by his mask of goodheartedness.

You heard her before you saw her, the lilt of her voice paralyzing you.

Suddenly you were a kid all over again, teary eyed and broken hearted at the words that spilled from her lips as she held up clothes to you in the department store, vicious in meaning but so gentle in her delivery. If you didn’t pay attention to the words, you could convince yourself she was reassuring you instead of tearing you apart. That’s what it looked like to passersby, you were sure. The unadulterated spite and barely concealed hatred was saved for you behind closed doors. Living under her roof was your own personal hell and once you got out from under her thumb, you refused to settle back down anywhere. Never believing you were secure, wanted. You just kept searching for what you were longing for, never accepting when you’d found it, or just too scared to stay. Always wandering to the next. You couldn't stay too long or they'd grow to despise you, too.

Who would have thought you'd find yourself trapped again after all these years, all the time you spent desperate to avoid it. It was almost comical. It had to be cosmic. It was like you ran right into him. You wanted to know what you had done in your past life to have cursed yourself to such a fate in this one. How did they keep finding you and what had you done to deserve it? Another devil holding you down. You should have seen it coming. Maybe you did. Maybe it just felt so familiar, the only love you knew as a kid. Anything else you'd received felt like a joke, like you didn't deserve it. Or maybe it was even simpler than that. Maybe you were just tired of trying to outrun fate.

The people you found yourself closest to were always the wolves in sheep’s clothing. Seeming so gentle and loving from the outside, but ready to tear you apart the second they get you alone. Exposed. Vulnerable.

Maybe you did deserve this. The second you started to believe things were finally going right for you, that maybe you could finally be happy, that seeming reality was shattered for you by the very hands you thought were helping put you back together after spending so much of your life feeling absolutely broken.

You didn’t really hear the words they were exchanging as you walked into the room after a moment, taking a heavy breath. When you finally focused in, you heard the end of their brief introductions.

“There’s my daughter,” she announced as you approached. “Look at you,” she intoned, looking you up and down before landing on your face. “You’re all done up. Got all your makeup on.”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest uncomfortably as you took a breath, looking away from her. You could hear the judgment clear as day laced in her words.

“It looks pretty,” she tried to compliment when you looked to her, face solemn. “I wish I could do my makeup like that,” she said smiling.

“Thanks, mom,” you replied, taking a step further into the room. You could feel Andy’s gaze on you, watching you intently, waiting for you to make your way to him, you were sure. “...How are you?”

You felt stupid for even asking, but you didn’t really know what else to say.

“Oh, ya know,” she tried to play off. “I’m fine, honey, I’m fine,” she assured you when you looked at her with a slightly raised brow. She took a breath. “I haven’t seen you in over a year. Haven’t heard from you nearly at all, either, I’ve missed you.”

“Yeah. Sorry,” you said, feeling guilty.

“Hey, that’s life, though. Gets hard. Trust me, I know,” she said before she considered you a moment. With just the tilt of her head you knew she was about to say something provocative. “You look so different…. A lot can change in over a year, though, right?” she continued, looking over to Andy deliberately.

“Uhm. Mom, this is Andy Barber. Andy, my mother,” you introduced them only out of obligation. Manners were important to both of them. Something else they had in common.

“So he told me,” she smiled. “I’m assuming you’re… dating?” You swallowed hard as you looked at her before looking to Andy.

“Six months now,” he responded for you, walking to where you were still standing, smiling softly as he put his arm around you. It was deceptively sweet, comforting. You almost wanted to let yourself relax into him, use him as a shield against the vitrole you knew would be coming eventually.

“Six months? Wow. That must be a record for you, right?” she baited you with a laugh. You didn’t respond, just looked down to the one teal tile on the floor amongst the sea of white. You could feel her eyes on you before she realized she wouldn’t be getting a response, turning her attention to Andy instead.

“So, what do you do for work?” she prodded.

“I’m an assistant DA,” he answered her.

“A lawyer?” your mother said, shocked evident in her voice as she looked at you. “Well, better make sure this one lasts,'' she told you. “And if it does last, you’d better get a prenup,” she laughed again as she nodded to Andy.

You stiffened as Andy did beside you and bit your cheek, eyes narrowed and brows furrowed. She noticed your face and her scoff made your stomach turn. You looked up to see her rolling her eyes as she looked away like she was exhausted by you already. “You just always have to have an attitude don’t you?” she said almost under her breath, frustrated. “Why are you so sensitive? You’re an adult. Stop taking things so personally. Lighten up, grow some skin. I’m trying to have a conversation and it's like everything I say you have an issue with.

God, y/n, ya know, why are you even here? To make me feel worse? Remind me how much of a fuck up mother I am?” You knew it was coming. It always did. And yet you were still jostled by her flip. You felt Andy’s hand squeeze your waist as you unconsciously backed further into him, pressing closer to his side like a frightened puppy trying to hide yourself.

“Mom, I didn’t say anyt-”

“Why are you here?” she enunciated each word loudly, interrupting and talking over you.

“They called when they brought you in. I’m your emergency contact, remember?”

“Remember? Don’t talk to me like I’m senile.” she nearly sneered.

You bite your tongue and cursed yourself for feeling tears well up already.

“Yeah, that’s great. Bring out the waterworks. Put on a show, make me the bad guy. It’s always me, right? It’s always my fault,” she continued. “What do you have to cry for? I’m the one who was abandoned by you. You show up after over a year of rejecting my calls and one word text responses, what to make yourself feel better? Where were you when I needed you, huh?” she questioned, words like knives in your heart. You felt so small under her angry gaze. You felt like the worst person in the world. You felt like a child. A weak, scared, sorry child.

“Andy was it?” she asked, pulling her eyes from you as she turned them to Andy.

“Mr. Barber is fine,” he corrected, voice hard and defensive.

“Well, Mr. Barber,” she mimicked, “I’m sorry you have to see this, but let me just warn you. If I know my daughter, I know she's not much for sticking around. She’ll run as soon as she gets the chance. She’s like her father that way. The second she gets tired of you. The second you can’t offer her anything anymore,” the bitterness was dripping from her every word, “she’ll be gone.”

You gulped down the lump in your throat and squeezed your own hand to try and keep yourself calm.

“If you don’t believe me, just ask her ex. He’ll tell you the same thing,” she said.

“What are you talking about?” you said dumbfounded and exasperated.

“What do you think I’m talking about? Ransom,” she said as if it was obvious. The mention of his name had you frozen. “The second you found out he was written out of that will, you left him like it was nothing.”

“Are you serious? You’re gonna bring that up right now? He went to prison for murder, mom!” you raged. “And you know what, my relationships are none of your business,” you seethed.

“You slept with him for his money, you and I both know it. Just because it turned into something more after doesn’t change the way it started.”

“That’s not true,” you whispered angrily.

“I don’t believe you,” she told you, voice eerily level as tears renewed in your eyes.

“What is wrong with you?” you asked, voice breaking as Andy pulled you behind him.

“That’s enough. It’s clear this was a bad idea,” he stated, making you want to scream. As if you hadn’t told him as much before he forced you in here. You turned to the side as you held your head in your hands, trying to regain your composure.

“Oh my god,” your mother breathed as she took in your side profile for the first time. Her voice was full of worry and your head shot over to her immediately in response to your name being spoken in near reprimand. “Are...are you pregnant?” she asked out of nowhere.

“What?” you breathed.

“Your stomach looks bigger. Like there’s a bump there. It’s been a year but I know what you look like when you put on weight,” she started, eyes locked on your tummy. “And I know what baby weight looks like.. Yo-you’re pregnant aren’t you?” she asked again. She sounded..scared.

You were looking at her, confounded as Andy turned to you, looking much the same. He eyed you up and down before you felt his gaze settle on your stomach. Your hands came up to your lower belly self consciously.. Or maybe it was protectively.

You didn’t know how she knew. You’d only just found out yourself. You didn’t think you were showing noticeably in the slightest. Your periods were always irregular. Skipping cycles wasn’t anything you would think twice about. You were on the pill. You thought maybe you were just more bloated lately. Gaining weight wasn’t anything new for you, either. You didn’t piece any of it together right away. You had no reason to. You were protected. Or so you thought. And you had zero plans of informing Andy of the news. Not yet. You were still trying to process it. You couldn’t be a mother. You couldn’t become your mother. But what were you supposed to do? You could deny it easily enough, put the conversation off, but you knew Andy wouldn’t let it go. He’d want a test to know for sure either way. He’d find out the truth. You were planning to make your appointment next week to find out how far along you were. See if you had any options left.

“Are you pregnant?” Andy asked softly, walking closer to you.

Your mouth was dry. You didn’t want to answer him, but you knew you’d have to. You licked your lips before you spoke.

“I don’t- I- I think.. maybe,” you breathed, words fumbling while you were avoiding eye contact with both of them.

Your attention was caught by your mother lamenting your nickname, pained and sorrowful. “Don’t do this to yourself,” she pleaded. “You’re so young, you’re not ready to be a mother. You-”

“All due respect,” Andy snapped, “- which is near none,” he added, sneering as he turned on your mother while you watched in sudden shock, mouth slightly agape while your mind spun, “you have absolutely no say here. In fact, it’s none of your business. This is a private matter between your daughter and I - no one else. But if you really want to worry about anyone’s ability to mother, I’d focus on yourself first. You’ve done a real bang up job so far,” he said sarcastically.

“Andy,” you reproached, walking quietly to him, wanting to calm things before they got worse.

“We’re leaving,” he said to you while sending daggers to your mother who looked at you with tears in her eyes, “You never should have come here.”

You looked at your mom, discontent clear on your face.

“Honey, I’m so sorry,” she said, voice cracking. You had to look away before your own tears started to fall, lip wobbling. You weren’t sure what she was apologizing for, but it was the first time you ever heard her say those words sincerely. And it broke your heart. Andy grabbed your hand in his as he pulled you to the door and out of the room. The second you were past the door, you immediately broke down in tears. Everything hitting you all at once. Suddenly you were gasping for air as you felt like your legs were about to give out beneath you. Andy’s arms wrapped around you, turning you to pull you into his chest, his strength keeping you up as you leaned fully into him. One hand was holding your head while the other was wrapped around you, rubbing your back as you cried. He placed a kiss atop your head while he hushed you quietly, both of you standing in the empty hospital hallway.

You caught your breath after a minute and let yourself believe he was holding you so gently because he really cared. Because he was sorry for not listening to you. Because he wanted you to feel better, to comfort you. Whether it was true or not, it helped. Slowly you pulled away from him, and his hand came up to brush the tears off your puffy cheeks.

“How far along are you?”

“I really don’t know,” you said honestly. “If I had to guess, at least ten weeks,”

“How long have you known?” he asked quietly, thumb still stroking your cheek.

You looked at him doe eyed, lips set in a small pout. You opened your mouth to speak before he cut you off,

“I’m gonna tell you right now, don’t lie to me,” he warned, an ocean storm brewing in his normally brilliant blue eyes as he forced you to look him in the eye.

“Since yesterday,” you murmured. “I swear.”

He nodded slightly then took you by surprise, pulling you closer for a slow and deep kiss. Your brows were furrowed as he pulled away to allow you both a breath.

“You should have told me right when you found out,” he reproached.

“I’m sorry,” you breathed. “I was still trying to wrap my head around it. I wasn’t sure how you’d react. I don’t know how this even happened,” you confessed. But Andy knew.

He’d been switching out your birth control for nearly four months now and had long since stopped wearing condoms with you, though that you were aware of. He didn’t think it was important to tell you about the swap he’d made with your pills, so he decided to keep that to himself. No need to get you worked up again. Especially now that he knew you finally were pregnant. He’d have to figure out a way to keep you as stress free as possible. Keeping you home would be easy enough, he basically had you living with him already, but he’d have to make that change slowly, you would surely resist his attempts to keep you at home if he made it too obvious.

He found your mother’s warning funny, though. As if you’d ever be able to run from him. You’d tried, but he was always two steps ahead. You didn’t go anywhere without him knowing, whether you knew that or not. You were his now. You had been since the day he first laid eyes on you. You weren’t going anywhere. As he thought about the changes he’d have to make now that you were pregnant, he remembered the punishment he’d given you a few nights ago. It reminded him you had another one coming tonight, too. He’d have to go about them differently now, though. As much as he loved discipling you, his tactics would have to change, he’d need to be even more careful with you. And more lenient, he realized. He loved your responses to spankings, but he was looking forward to changing your punishments up with edging or overstimulation now instead. Either way, he was sure to make you cry. Make sure you’d learn your lessons. And he’d get started tonight. You brought out the darkness in him, but you brought the softness out, too. He wanted to remind you how good things could be. There was just one more thing bugging him at the moment that he’d have to let out.

“Come on,” he instructed. “I parked in the garage.”

You walked with him to the entrance before he led the way to his car.

He opened the door for you and helped you in before he went around and got in himself. He sighed heavily as you sat in silence for a moment before he turned to you.

“Who the fuck is Ransom?”

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thornsnvultures · 2 years

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nsft andy barber thots under the cut, 18+

tw: dub-con, somno, fingering (f), oral (f), p in v sex, creampie

I need to talk about visiting Andy when he stays late at work again. You can't sleep without him in your big empty bed, and getting yourself off isn't putting you to sleep like it usually does. You bring him dinner and he talks to you about his case while the two of you eat. It's easy to fall asleep curled up on the couch in his office, just being with him is enough.

Andy should wrap you up and take you home, leave the rest of his work for tomorrow. Instead he kneels down next to the leather couch and peels back the blanket covering you. He pushes the skirt of your dress up and over your plush thighs so he can admire the lace covering your mound. He curses to himself, his mouth watering. Andy can smell your cunt from here. It's been too long since he tasted you, this case he's working taking too much of his time from you. His cock swells in his slacks, pressing against the zipper, practically seeking out your wet cunt like a blood hound. He adjusts himself, his cock twitching from the contact, and moves closer, leaning in to push his nose to your clothed pussy and inhale.

You smell so sweet, so pure. And if Andy was disturbing you in the least it doesn't show. You haven't moved a muscle since he took the blanket off. It's a little too cold in his office, your thighs dotted with goosebumps, and all Andy wants to do is warm you up. Make you feel good.

You're so good to him. Such a sweet little wife. Bringing him food, listening intently to him ramble on about his work, craving his cock even in your sleep.

Andy watches as you turn slightly, your thighs opening as your left knee lifts and you settle your leg against the backrest of the couch. He's stares in amazement as you bare your needy pussy to him. Your breath hasn't changed, your eyes still lay closed. His baby's still asleep and exposing herself to him.

Fuck, his cock is unbearably hard.

Slowly, Andy rubs two fingers up and down the lace covering your lips. He teases your clit, gently rubbing circles around your bud before moving lower to caress the wet spot forming by your creamy hole. He's teasing you there, pressing in slightly, fucking you with just the tip of his finger through your panties.

He can't resist any longer, he has to taste you. Andy's rutting in his pants, nearly humping the couch like fucking dog, he's so hungry for you.

Andy peels back your panties and pushed them to the side. They're soaked through and sticky from your cream. If you weren't sleeping so peacefully Andy would pull them off of you and stuff them in your mouth so you could get a taste.

Andy takes his two thumbs and spreads your slick lips open. Drool pools in his mouth, and he growls low in his throat as your cunt clenches and more slick oozes out of you. Without thinking he rushes forward to lap it up before it drips down your ass, but the friction from his beard makes you wince and stir. Usually you like the bit of pain from his scratchy hair on your most sensitive bits but right now it's too much. Andy eases back, only using his long tongue to plunge into your tight hole. He fucks you slow and easy with his fat tongue as his nose bumps into your swollen clit. He switches back and forth between stuffing your cunt with his fat tongue and flicking it over your bud, tasting as much of you as he can.

He's not sure how long he's been feasting on you now but his face is a mess, all sloppy and wet from your gooey cunt. His beard is gonna smell like you for days.

With a tentative glance up at your face, Andy slides two fingers into your open, needy cunt. You're tight, squeezing around him, sucking him in and making him wish it was his cock he was stuffing inside you instead. He could, Andy thinks to himself. He could pull his zipper down, let his fat, heavy cock fall out, climb on top of you and breed his sweet little wife like he wants so badly to do. Not caring if you wake up, just taking you like he wants, like he deserves.

His fingers are pounding into you now. He knows you're not fully asleep, not anymore. But you're still not with him. Your legs shake, your tummy clenches, beautiful little whines and whimpers fall from your lips. His tongue has made you so sensitive and his fingers curling inside you are bringing you right to the edge.

His cock is leaking in his boxers, swelling impossibly bigger and bigger. He can't just use his fingers, he needs you screaming and shaking on his cock.

Andy pulls his fingers from you with a loud, wet squelch and taps them lightly on your clit just to watch you shake some more. He stands and drops his pants, stepping out of them and his boxer briefs and taking his aching cock in his hand. He stands over you, pumping his cock in his right hand, watching your half sleeping form gyrate on the couch. Your hips moving like you're searching for something, searching for him, needing your man to fill you like deserve to be filled.

Andy watches your face for any signs of you waking and kneels on the couch, lifting your legs up and around his trim waist. You let out a breathy moan as he lines up his cock with your opening, nudging himself in slightly.

God, even just you fluttering around his tip has him nearly losing control. He wants so badly to shove himself in deep in one go. To watch your sleepy eyes snap open in shock at the sight of his big body looming over you, pressing into you.

So he does. Your pussy is so wet, so open, so needy that he meets barely any resistance. Not until he's seated to the hilt and bumping into your cervix do your eyes shoot open. And when you scream his name Andy just pulls back and does it again. And again. And again. Until your eyes are rolling back. You're stuttering, trying to speak, but through this half sleeping horny haze you don't have the brain power to form words. All you can do is feel. Feel how wet you are. How your sensitive nipples rub against your dress as they shake from the force of Andy's thrusts. Hear the loud, nasty squelching sound of your creamy pussy being stuffed over and over. You're begging Andy, for what you're not sure. But he's sure as fuck giving it to you, pounding into you harder than he ever has before.

Your sweat slick sticks to the couch, pulling uncomfortably when your back arches and you throw your head back. But you barely notice because Andy's slapping your soaked clit and telling you to come. Come now. Soak my fucking cock.

You scream and squirt around his invading length, drenching his thighs and the couch under you.

Fuck, he groans, watching you shake. He grips your hips harder and pounds into you a few more times before his hips are grinding into you, his pelvis rubbing against your clit and bringing you to the edge once more. This time you go over the edge together, his cock flooding you, pumping you full as you milk him dry.

Andy stays inside you, plugging your little pussy up as he collapses on top of you. His beard, still wet with your juices rubs against your face as he presses sweet kisses to your hair, the side of your face, your ear, your neck. Anywhere he can reach he showers you with his love.

Thank you, my love. He whispers in your ear. You can barely breathe under his weight but it's what you need, what you've been craving all those hours that he's been away.

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emerald-evans · 2 years

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maraschino cherries

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alpha!andy thots

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ilovefandoms102 · 1 year

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Forbidden-Part 2*

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x Plus Size Reader

Summary: What happens after the wild night with your professor?

Note: Just look at him all scrumptious 🥵

Warnings🛑: professor!andy, age gap(reader is in her 20s), physical violence(not from Andy or reader), allusions to smut

Part 1

You woke up in a warm cocoon of Andy, his body completely covering yours. His head laid on your chest, legs tangled with yours, one arm wrapped under you and his other across you with his hand cupping your breast. You found one of your hands in his fluffy hair, the other holding his wrist of the hand on your breast.

You couldn’t help but smile, feeling the slight ache between your legs. After the first time he fucked you, it wasn’t long until he was waking you up with his head between your legs, you even worked up the courage to give him a blowjob.

It was safe to say you’d had a wild night with your Professor. Luckily, you only had his class and an evening one today, and since Andy’s class was in the middle of the day, you got to sleep in.

“You look even prettier in the morning.” Andy rumbled, his deep morning voice making you shiver.

“My hairs a mess Andy,” you huffed, his answer only being a chuckle and sweet kiss to your jaw.

“Beautiful,” he whispered, kissing behind your ear and down your neck.

Both your hands threaded through his hair, the soft strands begged you to keep hold as you tilted your head for him to travel with his kisses. You wanted his mouth on yours, so with a gentle tug of his hair, your brought his lips to to meet yours. He tasted good, even in the morning. Chad would never do this with you, he wasn’t the affectionate type. Andy showed you what you were missing.

“I have to go.” you whispered against his lips.

“I want to see you again baby.” Andy whispered back, his hand at your breast gave it a squeeze.

He smirked when you gasped, letting his thumb swipe over your sensitive nipple. You squirmed under him, biting down on your lip.

“I have a class to get to, the Professor frowns upon tardies.” it was your turn to smirk as his turned into a full smile.

“I’m sure he’d let it slide for a beautiful woman, one he knows how she tastes.” Andy said as he tugged at your now hardened nipple.

“Honey, we don’t have time. I-” you whined, but Andy was quick to interrupt.

“Come to my office after class.” he grinned, stopping his torture as you pouted.

“Fine, only because now you made me super horny.” you grumbled with a roll of your eyes.

“That was my plan.” Andy chuckled, it turned into a fully belly laugh when you playfully shoved him.

You drove back to your apartment with a smile on your face and the ghost of Andy’s kiss on your lips. He certainly knew how to give a proper kiss goodbye. Your happiness didn’t last long however when you saw Chad standing in front of your door.

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” you said, clutching your keys tightly.

“Baby listen, I’m sorry about the past few days. I just…I had some stuff going on ok? I love you and want to make it all better.” Chad expressed with a fake look of sorrow.

You knew he wasn’t sorry, and you certainly weren’t taking him back.

“We’re done Chad, nothing you say or do will make me forgive what you did.” you hissed, pushing your way pass him and unlocking the door.

“Wait! Baby, please let’s talk!” he tried, but you quickly slammed the door in his face.

Chad proceeded to be more annoying as he followed you all the way to Andy’s class. You were supposed to meet Andy before class, but as your luck would have it, Chad made it impossible.

“I can help you! I can help you pass the class baby and we can spend days together! Just like old times!” he pleaded, grabbing your elbow as the two of you reached the door.

“I certainly don’t need your help since not only am I the top of Professor Barber’s class, but the top of my whole fucking class! Leave me the fuck alone!” you seethed, shoving him off of you just as Andy walked out of the classroom.

“Hey, everything alright?” Andy asked cautiously, but you didn’t give him an answer.

You definitely did not let Chad answer either as you stormed into the room. Andy looked at you, then back to Chad, arching a brow to which Chad scoffed at then stomped away. It was just you and Andy now, other students filling the room any minute now. You were getting out your things when you felt Andy’s presence, shifting your eyes up to him.

“What was that?” he questioned softly, you shrugged as your answer.

“Baby, do not fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, hest coursing through you as you squirmed in your seat.

“Later Andy, someone might see us so go.” you mumbled, avoiding his eyes.

“I don’t give a flying fuck, tell me what’s wrong now.” he bit back, leaning into your desk with his hands at either side.

This was bad because now you could see his muscles bulging out along with the veins running up and down his arms. Not only that, but you could smell his scent that was absolutely intoxicating, reminding you of last night.

“Please,” you whispered, daringly brushing your pinky finger against the side of his hand.

Andy stared at your for a beat, then two before he gave a lift of his chin. Your stomach dropped when he turned and walked back to the front of the classroom, the tension of his muscles making it obvious he was angry.

After class, you didn’t go to Andy. The entire time he taught he wouldn’t dare look at you or even call on you to answer a question like normal. You figured it would be best to give him space to calm down, but another part of you wanted to crawl in his lap and ask him to hold you.

Andy��: Why am I in my office without you?

Uh oh…

Babydoll❤️: Cuz you’re mad at me

Andy💘: Get your ass in here before I tan it tonight

Babydoll❤️: I need some time Andy

Andy💘: I think we need to have a chat and part of that will be between my hand and your ass

You couldn’t help the shiver of that message, he’d spanked you a few times the other night and you loved it. In a daze, you didn’t realize Chad had been walking behind you the whole time until he caught your wrist. He whirled you around to face him, a surprised squeal leaving your lips.

“How many fucking times do I have to tell you-!” you hissed, yanking on your arm.

“What is that on your neck?” Chad demanded, yanking you behind the building.

“No! Let go of me!” you yelled, unsuccessfully catching anyones attention since not a lot of people had evening classes.

“You fucking slut! You motherfucking bitch!” Chad roared, his hand seizing your jaw in a painful hold.

“Get off!” you gasped, panic flooding through your veins.

“Who was it?! Huh?! Tell me now!” he screamed, roughly shaking you.

Using all your strength, you fought back against him. Pushing and shoving while Chad shoved you against the wall painfully.

“Chad,” a deep voice, Andy, sounded through the alley.

“Stay out of this,” Chad angrily snapped.

“Should I get in contact with your father? Wouldn’t want another incident like a few years ago.” Andy raised his brow, your eyes widening as you looked from him to Chad.

“Fuck you Barber!” Chad spat, throwing your arm back with such force you stumbled back.

You and Andy watched him walk away, being certain he was gone.

“Office, now.” Andy growled, using every ounce of his control to not find and beat the shit out of Chad for touching what’s his.

“I-I want to go home.” you sniffled, staring at your feet while tears streamed down your cheeks.

Andy’s heart broke looking at your state, immediately rushing to gather you in his arms.

“N-No, Andy some-some-” you choked out, pressing your hands to his massive chest.

“Shhh baby, let me take you home. You’re safe now.” he whispered, laying a gentle kiss to your nose.

Andy safely got you home, following you inside. You were extremely grateful, relieved that finally someone in your life cared about your safety. Andy had stopped at his place to change, bringing stuff for a few days because no way was he leaving you by yourself. Not his girl.

“Sweetheart, let me see your face.” Andy called to you softly.

“Andy, honey it’s fine.” you mumbled, setting your stuff down while your back was to him.

Andy knew your tactic however and gently pulled your back to his front, his strong arms capturing you in that familiar warmth from this morning. Your body seemed to have a mind of its own since it completely relaxed into Andy. His lips kissed your cheek, the scruff of his beard made you shiver.

“Please?” he asked with another kiss.

Reluctantly, sort of, you turned. Andy carefully tilted your head, checking for any bruising.

“You had anything to eat baby?” he questioned, your reply was the shake of your head.

“Let’s order some take out, I’ll call and you relax.” he said more of a statement than a suggestion.

“I don’t want to be alone.” you blurted, grasping his tshirt tighter.

“Alright baby, just stay here.” he murmured, kissing your head before pulling out his phone and wallet.

After dinner, Andy ran you a bath. He was incredibly sweet and gentle, even sitting outside the tub so he could take care of you. It was strange, you’d never had someone go out of the way like this for your well being. Your parents definitely didn’t give a shit and now you realized Chad didn’t either.

“Baby?” Andy called, his lips skimming your ear.

“Hmm?” you hummed, shivering slightly as Andy scrubbed your skin with the loofa.

“You wanna talk about what happened?” he asked, leaning his bristly cheek against your soft one.

“I-…things-we-he’s never-” you croaked, tears welling up again as you recalled the interaction.

“Has he ever harmed you like that before?” Andy forced himself to ask, clenching the loofa so tight his knuckles turned white.

You noticed, seeing and feeling the anger radiating from him. Leaning slightly against him, you picked up his hand, holding it to your chest.

“Not like that, he’s-that’s…we never got into any physical altercations.” you fibbed slightly.

“Baby, don’t fuckin’ lie to me.” he growled, dropping the loofa and moving his big hand to turn your chin.

You looked into his beautiful blue eyes, full of concern and anger. It was hard to resist, so you went for it as you leaned the rest of the way, kissing his lips slow and gentle. Andy’s thumb caressed your jaw, his tongue lightly tracing your lips. You tried to deepen the kiss, getting up to your knees in the bath tub and throwing your arms around his shoulders.

“Sweetheart,” Andy murmured against your lips.

“Less talking, more kissing.” you mumbled.

“Unh uh, tell me the truth.” Andy said as he pulled back.

“Andy, baby just kiss me.” you pleaded, whining slightly.

“Y/n,” he growled, his demanding energy shocked through you.

“He backed me up in a corner…the day before I came to your house.” you whispered, watching his eyes go from concerned and angry to enraged.

“I’ll kill him he ever steps fucking near you again.” Andy hissed.

“Andy no, don’t, he’s not worth it.” you tried to say assuringly, but he was so caught up in thoughts of all that Chad had done to hurt you.

“But you’re worth something to me…and I’m not going to stand by and watch that asshole hurt what’s mine.” he claimed, two places spasming at his words.

Once you got out of the bath, Andy dressed you in once of his tshirts and helped you into a pair of undies. Andy stripped to his boxers and climbed into bed with you, turning on some game you weren’t paying attention to. You snuggled up into his warmth, throwing your leg over his big thighs. The background of the tv and Andy’s fingers combing through your hair lulled you into a peaceful slumber.

Andy checked if you were sleeping, the bruising starting to become more prominent. He reached for his phone, making some calls to be sure that fucker never touched you again.

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bluemusickid · 2 years

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

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

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

Sometimes I wish I had a sex doll ;_;

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"The door-"

"-is locked."

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You turn your head to him, nodding and grinning.

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

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

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

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

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royalwritersoftheuniverses · 2 years

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The Mistake

18+ as there is talk of miscarriage READ THE WARNINGS. YOU are responsible for the content you read. Do not repost or republish or translate . Reblogs and comments are welcome

Warnings: MISCARRIAGE . A lot of talking about it. MISCARRIAGE and cheating. A lot of angst. I cried writing it. Sme fluff youll miss it if you blink It may be triggering to some people. Do not read if miscarriage is triggering

This is an Alternate Universe where you are married to your favorite Chris actor( there’s tons out there ) I chose the most popular one lately and he's a well... but hey it's an AU. Alternative universe not real don’t come for me

"Everything ok babe?"

"Hmm"

"Yea how was your uh business meeting"

"Good."

"You working on a peice?"

He kisses my shoulder?

"Yea fall decor "

"Alright dont let me interrupt."

"He kissed my shoulder again"

"Hey babe where'd you'd go?"

"Oh the uhm that place with the palm trees. By docks"

"That place by the country club called Docks?"

Yep that one why

Just wondering. Been stuck inside all day.

I expected him to ask me to go for a walk. I scoffed. Course not. Not like he loved me cause we're married. I save my draft and and grab practically all the paper towels and walk outside past the patio and I down on a chair to cry.... why here? There is no place by the country club called Docks.

"Chris is not cheating on you he loves you I'm sure it was an innocent mistake about the restaurant and the woman that stopped by the house was probably a crazy fan. " one if his friends,texted you in response to you asking: Tell me the truth is Chris cheating on me? A woman stopped by claimed he was. She wasn't vain or anger. She felt bad.

His friend then texted him

"Your wife thinks you're cheating on her. Spend some time with her. We all know you'd never do that but someone stopped at the house she said. Scared her - I know you love her we all do. But can u blame her for being scared. And get a fucking iRing!"

"Shit' he said under breath. But you heard him

"Babe?"

"Sweetheart, you do know I love you more than anything right?

"More than Dodger ?

"I said anything not anyone" he smiled

You started to sob so much. You knew it was a lost cause.

His eyes went wide.

"Hey, hey-hey-hey It was a joke a stupid silly joke. I I. An asshole. Its not even thst fun in fact not funny at all." He said as he patted your hair and smoothing it

"You know how much I love you."

" I dont know anymore."

"Do I have to show you." He smirked.

"No I'm just going to go in the living room and watch tv" you said defeated. His smirk quickly went away.

"Baby watch it here. We can cuddle I've been missing you all day. I love you I wanna spend time with you-"

You silently scoffs but Chris didn't miss your shoulders drop.

"You need sleep. I dont want to keep you up. " I'll come back later." You gave him a kiss on the cheek.

Chris was confused why it wasn't on his lips you never kissed him on the cheek ever. He knew he hurt you.

"I love you"

and you reaction was less than happy .

"Me too" Gone was your blush and slight giggle. Gone was your bright smile. All that was left was dark circles and a far off look.

"Is she sick? Maybe? No that has to be it. She's getting sick." he thought lt- in denail about everything except that he was leaving to film a movie.

The next morning Chris woke up to en empty bed. A cold empty bed. Dodger was gone too.

He went downstairs and you were sleeping with tissues scattered around you. Dodger was lying with you. He bent down to scratch Dodgers head. Dodger seemed to even be angry with him. He told himself Dodger was up all might watching out for you he needed sleep too.

"Hey Bubba taking care of mama hu? What a good dog you are. Yea Gotta watch her for me ok? I'm worried she's sick. Ok so no making her run after you."

Chris cleaned up the tissues. Let Dodger out to do his business and let him back in. Made sure his bowls were full. As for you he brought out some water and cold medicine putting it on the coffee table for you, alone with cookies and snack telling himself you were just under the weather. He took the blanket hanging over the back of the couch and carefully covered you

"And screw it" he thought "I dont care if I get sick I'm taking care of my girl."

He leaned down to give you a soft but deep loving, as far as he was concerned, kiss on the lips you scowled and moved the opposite to have you back facing him. You've done that before when you want to sleep and he's riled up or when you knows he needs to sleep. But never because of an argument you two never argued. He was proud of that you two loved eachother. He had no qualms admitting you were more than he could ever ask for even though he...but he pushed that thought out of his mind. Still... but something felt odd. Off. Diffrent.

Weeks had passed and things went back to normal. To your dismay your family told you this was the best you were going to do no one would take care of you like him even if he had done something cheated one or twice or 100 times. He still would be the best choice you'd have. Which they didnt believe he'd cheat or at least said they didn't believe. But when he got home he'd be so racked with guilt.

You were lying in bed. Bed rest common that's what you were told. Nothing strenuous to relax. Wouldn't call anyone you had no idea who'd be in the picture there alone home alone.

"Baby" he called

You weren't there to greet him neither was dodger although. Maybe you two were out.

He walked in and saw you pale and despondent . And he didn't understand why his heart broke so much. He loved you but it practically shattered- he felt more than he ever thought was possible. So many feeling at once and none of them happy ones.

Seeing his face you said one simple line.

"Bed rest doctors orders."

He froze for a moment "What happened you sick?" You hadn't told him then again he just realized you hadn't spoke in a while. It used to be FaceTime all the time but he had stopped that. He felt bad. But he was about to feel So. Much. Worse.

"No, common to be on bed rest after a miscarriage."

Chris froze. "A mis- ' his mind couldn't work it couldnt finish the sentence. He froze. He wasn't even sure if he was breathing. it

"You-"

He ran to your bed side once his legs worked again

"Oh god baby why didn't you"

'I was going to tell you when you got back. Surprise you. Told you it was hormones. The moodiness and then-"

"You you should've called why did you. Call I-" he said not finishing the sentance out loud but in his head "I would have been with you instead of her," he thought.

"Did you call anyone?"

A small almost silent "No" came out. " I didnt want to bother anyone.I lost them its ll my fault Chris."

Them? Twins it had to be twins he was going to be father to twins. He thought. He second of happiness left as soon as it came.

"Sweetheart it wasn't your fault it couldn't possibly be your fault."

"Yea it was. You know that detergent on the top shelf that I wanted moved down?"

"Yea"

'I need to wash stuff and I had to get it you-undwrsgand right? I needed to but -" you rolled your eyes at your self

"and I got dizzy and I stumbled off. I kinds fell off but I didn't fall on the fall and my belly went into the thing the handle off whatever I did I felt ok but I had gotten so tired I took a nap and I -after my nap I there was so much blood. And it was dried i slept I slept through it I dont know how I- I knew I knew I got there before I got there I lost our babies it was my family my fault." Your tears broke Chris even more. It was his fault.

Chris shook his head " no. "

You had begged him to move it down saying it was too hard for you to reach and he would roll his eyes saying use a step stool or wait for him. He always had wanted you to wait for him. He did. He hated bending down to get it. He thought you were over reacting. How hard it was for you to reach but And this way you'd two would have some funny cute banter it was always funny and cute never... He never thought.

"Who knows?" Hoping that you hadn't been lying here for who knows how long hopefully someone just left before he came in. He prayed to himself that you weren't lying here blaming yourself alone.

"No one. I was too scared too ashamed." Tears that filled her eyes rolled down her face

"Oh sweetheart" he enrolled her in a hug having her face kisses all over.

" There is no possible way it could have been your fault pregnant women bump into things all the time. My sisters did and thier babies were perfectly fine."

"So it's me? Its just me?"

He wanted to say no but before he could

"All because I wanted to wash some clothes. I should've just waited for you to come home."

"Home" he thought. "I should've been home instead of with her" he'd never make that mistake again. He swore on his life.

He noticed your hair was greasy and knotty. It must have happened right after he left. You always took care of you hair making sure to use the nicest things you could could afford and this Chris bought you the best and now it was....You were....

"How about a bath hmm? You'll feel better?"

You decline with a small shake of the head.

" I'll wash your hair? You love when I do that." He smiled remembering all your giggle and instructions it took a bit time get the hang of it but once he did he was proud of himself. Yiu aways had the ability to do that make him feel good, proud of himself with even the tiniest of things.

" Come on whens the last time we took a bath together? "

You shrugged.

He did too...mentally... in fact he realized he'd been ignoring you and you both knew it. And maybe thats why you were ao...why did not call him.

"Please love come one we love doing that. First time I got you naked rember swearing the bubbles would cover you." You let out a small chuckle. It was tr us. It wasn't about sex or him wa ting to see you naked. Well he did. But it wasn't about sex. I itically he well, he is a man but once he got you in there for the first time he loved being close to you and you trusting him. The conversation you two had were deep. He used to look forward to those baths. Just to hold you to know you truested him implicitly. It meant so much to him. And right now? It started to mean even more.

He walked into the bathroom to get the bathreadt rolling up his sleeves d t he n he saw it. A dark crimson red. He lifted the sheet it was almost everywhere. He silently gasped. He almost fell over You lost so much blood he closed his eyes for a moment you had lost so much blood. Too much. Almost too much. No wonder you were so pale.

He put spoon of Epsom salt in the bath. You needed to relax and frankly so did he. He was so terrified seeing you like this. He wished he could take back so much time. He loves you he never stopped the love didn't change. He told himself that as he stared at himself in the mirror as the salt devolved. And rhat was all true. He thought a mistress would be fun to try things on. He told himself he'd try them before bringing the ideas to you but that was a bold faced lie. It wasn't even bold it was a farce. Though was he didn't know why he cheated when he loved you more than life. He never cared about her not even a little. Was she pretty maybe but eh that was what he thought of her eh. And that was the truth so was the fact that he was an asshole and he knew it.

And went to get you. You were unsteady but tried your best to hide it. Be he held on to you so tight. So very tight.

"Baby how much blood did you lose?"

"I don't know"

Kylie saw the sheets thats thats too much but going to be ok.

"I promise you you'll see itll be fine," You best friend Kylie said to you. You trusted her. Not only was she one of your best friend but your OBGYN you never told Chris that. I mean its weird as it is. She was with you as much as possible then her family had an emergency of its own and you promised you'd be ok let others know.

The seconds walk to the en suite took almost 5 minutes. And every step terrified Chris. Every step he gripped and held you tighter and tighter

"They said I almost waited too long," You said out of the blue.

"Can we throw them out the sheets?

"Of course baby"

You had wobbled and he thanked God he was holding on to you and you were in the bathroom so he could lean you on the sink. To let you breathe before he had you sit on the toilet lid. Once he did he helped get you out of clothes. He let you have a moment to breathe and took those second to send a text a long overdue to end never shoulda started

"It's over. I love my wife this was wrong I should've been home. "

"What?"

"It's over. Never again."

Chris blocked her number and was thankful he hadn't sent pictures with his face in them. And he deleated all of them. People accused him of dating all the time. He knew you never believed them. Hopefully you never would the one time it was true.

He held your hands as he waited for you to step in.

"Wait. Hold on."

You stopped and he came closer wrapping his arm around your waist while holding your opposite hand so he as you stepped in he had the best grip.

"Hold on to me baby." You almost slid but he had you.

"I got you. I got you." he kissed your forehead.

He-he stripped faster then he had ever done before in his life. Then quickly got behind you sighing in contempt. He was home with his girl, his wife. He was holding her and everything would be ok from now on.

He doesn't know why but he was more relaxed happier, despite the circumstances.

His wife could've died, his babies he'll never know if he could've saved them all because he was spending his time off playing hide the zucchini just for a rush. For not even fun last time. she wasn't as good as you but he tried to rationalize with himself he come to the decision he didn't even know why he did it but he knew he couldn't lose you. Then he realized he probably could have saved them...but he'd never know. You two often took naps together or he'd just hold you as he did work or read scripts and he would have noticed the blood. He could have held you through everything.

He hated himself. Hated himself for causing you all his pain. He had off he made sure he was off to to he couldn't even think it anymore.

"Will you ever forgive me?" He wispered in your ear

"For what?" You faked innocence knowing full well what you did what you were trying to do

"For... Not being here for you you and our babies"

"Please dont Chris don't talk about them" your cried "they're gone for good an I- all my fault. You were working for uh" not even saying the word us, "you were working. It's not like you were having an affair. "

He swollowed and hmmd

"Still your my wife I should have been here. We have more than enough money. I'll take off."

"What about the movie?"

"Screw it i dont care thats what insurance is for I'm staying here with you. I'll take care of you."

"Can we go somewhere the two of us all alone ?I just want you. I miss you so much."

He missed you too but he just kissed your temple and let his lips linger.

"Of course baby"

"Don't-dont use use that word Chris" you you biting back a sob he knew you were but you were shaking. Then he realized everytime you slipped or wobbled he used the word baby.

"I'm sorry" kissed your head and gave you a small squeeze.

"I'll just be us Sweetheart only us until you're feeling better. I love you."

"I love you too."

"Sleep you need some rest."

"In here?"

"Yea ill wash you hair and you'll wake up clean and rested. I'll take care of you I swear."

"Like in the marriage vows?"

Chris didn't think it was possible but his heart sunk even lower peices became more peices. He was turning into a broken man but he needed to be there for you. He might be broken but you were a shell. A shell of who were- he could have prevented and stopped the life that- he closed his eyes the three lives. There was nothing he could do now about the twins but Damn it to hell if he was going to lose you too. You were saved he wasn't going to let that be in vain.

"Stay?"

You pulled him back, out of his head.

"I told you" he said with small chuckle "im not going anywhere without you. And id rather you be here. Right here. In my arms. I can't lose you. I wont."

You both stayed in the bath until the water was cold and your hair was knot free and clean; as beautiful as a siren.. Chris was proud of himself for doing that. You had fallen asleep along the way. Hes not sure when. You had been so quiet. He was telling you random stories to make you laugh it didn't really work but he got some soft chuckles more like a soft scoff mat Ed a soft begrudged laugh

He didnt want to let go but he knew he had to. Chris drained the tub pulling the plug with his feet. Holding you tight as it drained so you'd be slowly lowered.

He got out slowly wrapping a towel around himself and then drying you as you slept in the bath.. you looked so sweet and innocent like a rennasance painting. He wanted to take a picture but you would have killed him if it ever got out regardless if his account was broken into or not. Screw it he thought and he did take a picture. You really did look like a painting. Even you leg was bent over so you privates weren't showing your chest was another story but he could look at you like this forever. You really did look like a beautiful renaissance painting. How could he ever….. he’d never step out on you again. He swore his life on. It. Sure he did a lot of that today but every one of them were true. Everyone of them he couldn’t even think about breaking.

Then you shivered a little. Reminding him he had a towel but not you- you had to be cold.

He had to wake you.

"Sweetheart common its time to go to bed"

He caressed your cheek until you woke up and he helped you out and wrapped you up in your favorite fluffy robe. It garnered a while from you and his heart soard what was left of it anyway. You two were lying in bed. Your head and arms in his cheat and his arm wrapped around his shoulder.

He thought you were sleeping when he called his lawyer.

"I need to get out of this movie."

"Chris you know-"

"My wife almost died. And she was alone I can't leave her."

"Mr. Evans while I -"

"She lost our twins she almost died. I cant leave her I'm not going to move her she's too fragile right now. I need to be with her. We barely shot a thing they can replace me. Lie if you have to. And if this gets out. I'll sue you. We told no one about the twins. She can't even hear the B word she blames herself. I'd rather never be hired again than lose her. "

His lawyer merely said his wife almost died

His lawyer had called the Russo that night.

Joe and Anthony had rhen called him to make sure he was ok and find out if they could do anything. He said its too soon to discuss it to heartbreaking only that he needs to be here with you. They understood. They have families of thier own. If they were in his position they'd do the same. They never told Chris but they had a feeling he meant a miscarriage had occurred and she was by herself. Neither could imagine it.

There were some rumors that Chris dropped because his wife almost died. His mistress never breathed a word. Understanding why and hoping maybe in time he'd come back to her guilt is strong but love is stronger. Except Chris was using her for fun. Not for love and be loved. Hed never leave anyone for her...especially not leave you. he loved more than anything anymore he knew you loved him but right nowhe didn't care you could hate him for not moving the laundry detergent down for being gone so much. As long as you were back to who you were. Smiling and happyjoyful not this. Not...he was afraid you didn'tlove yourself. But he wouldn'tleave you. He'd never.

Chris held you so close that night. the night after that week that whole month six months he was glues to your side. First it was a mix of guilt and love but now it was just pure love adoration and devotion. He couldn't imagine how he could have ever wanted someone else to play with for even a short time. You were all he'd needed. He was an idiot. Because you were all he wanted his party days should have been over long time ago one last foray and he nearly lost it all. He was happy and you were happy. But Chris still hated himself swearing that he'd never do what he did again because he had off he could have been there but now he always will be. You knew he'd come back. You know Chris better than himself.

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