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flordeamatista · 7 months

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THE DEVIL

pairing: dbf!andy barber x reader

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

word count: 1k

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

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

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deep, slow breaths push warmth into the air.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Every step brought profound relief that swallowed light and sound.

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

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

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cottagecheese1 · 4 months

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Unhinged worlds 1

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

Series master list right here

"Mom, you know I've never met this man before, right?", you said with a slightly worried tone, your mother gives you an exasperated sigh and walked her way over to you, gripping your shoulders.

"Honey please, I just got married, I don't understand why you can't be happy for me this once.", you wrapped your arms around her neck and hugged your mother, she was right, you needed to see the best in this situation right now.

"I'm sorry mom, I am happy for you, it's just a lot to adjust to right now.", You gave your mother a slight smile and pulled away from her.

She gave you a smile back and responded, "oh I think you'll be okay; he has a son around your age, he's adopted but I think you two would like each other."

The smile on your face widened a little bit, your mouth opened once again to speak, but came to an abrupt stop as you saw an unfamiliar man stand behind your mother and give her a slight peck on the head.

Your mother giggled slightly and stepped back to stand by the man, "Honey, this is Andy, Andy this is my daughter.", your mother said as she spilled out your name back to the man beside her.

Andy unwrapped his arm around your mother's shoulder, and walked towards you, opening his arms forward to embrace you in a hug. This caught you off guard because for someone you just met, he seemed to be a little too touchy with you, but you thought nothing more of it, thinking it might just be the way your new stepfather expresses his feelings.

"It is so nice to finally meet you sweetie, I've heard so much about you." Andy said with a wide grin on his face, as he held you a little too tight for your own comfort.

As Andy was speaking to you, nodding your head once in a while at his banter. You heard a voice faintly behind Andy come closer.

"Dad, when will you let Colin come over, I'm fucking dying too actually-who is that?", you looked to see a younger guy with a buzzcut, and light blue eyes come out from behind Andy to get another good look at you.

Andy took a deep breath and gave a slight glare to the boy who shoved past him to you "Johnny, this is-", Andy was quickly stopped in the middle of his introduction when Johnny decided to introduce himself to you first.

"I'm Johnny, Johnny Storm, but you can call me whatever you like sweets", Johnny said with a smug grin as he took a step closer to you, and you instinctively took a step back from the muscular man, mumbling out an "okay.." and you adverted your gaze down to your feet.

It seemed a little rude once you actually processed what you just said, making yourself seem passive and unwelcoming, but for some reason you just felt shy around both of these new men, men that are now a part of your family, men that you are now permanently living with.

Johnny chuckled and continued to try to keep the conversation alive, even though his father stood sternly right behind him. Andy quickly shut down his next spill of flirtatious chatter when he saw how visibly uncomfortable you looked.

"Johnny, this is your new stepsister, don't be disrespectful.", Andy said with a warning, but Johnny just nodded and shrugged him off, giving you a playful wink and walking away with a slight skip, boosting himself over the curve of the driveway.

"Sorry about him, he just never runs out of energy ya know?" Andy says with a slight chuckle at the end. You smiled slightly and gave him a nod of reassurance.

"It's perfectly fine, doesn't bother me." You said quietly before adverting your gaze from him once again.

"Well, if he does, just come tell me and I'll go talk to him, I'd hate it if you felt uncomfortable in any way." Andy said with a slightly sympathetic look on his face.

Your mother took an earful of this moment, and decided to express her love for it "Oh Andy, you're too sweet, we both appreciate whatever you do for us."

Andy smiled brightly, still keeping his eyes glued to you, "Just doing what anyone would do" he responded.

💼

After a long day of moving boxes and making conversation, your social battery seemed to run out completely, wanting nothing more than to lay in bed and finally relax. Except it was only 3 in the afternoon.

With a lot of procrastination, you finally got out of bed and decided to dig through the fridge to find something to drink, making your way to the kitchen, until you heard a knock at the front door.

Thats weird? You weren't expecting anyone, maybe it's just one of those people who give out pamphlets about polar bears for no reason.

Making your way over to the door hesitantly, deciding if you really want to stand in the doorway and talk about how you can stop global warming for 30 minutes, but there also was a chance that it was actually somebody important.

Twisting the knob and opening the door to find a decently attractive man who looked to be around Johnny's age standing patiently. He twisted his head towards you and raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Well, you're not Johnny." the man said with a slight smile on his face, and you nodded in agreement before responding.

"Um, if you're here for him, I guess you can come in." you responded as you took a step back to let him enter. He chuckled, walking past you to stand next to you as the door shut.

"Thanks sweetheart, I don't think I've met you before, I'm sure I would've remembered a cutie like you", he said playfully as your cheeks heat up slightly at the sudden comment.

"I-um, no we haven't met before, I think Johnny is in his room." You responded quickly before trying to walk away.

"Wait, hold on, I didn't get your name." the man said as he chased after you slightly, and you mumbled out your name slightly, waiting for him to reciprocate the action.

"Oh right, I'm Colin." You nodded once again.

"Nice to meet you, Colin.", deciding to try and end the conversation here so you could continue scavenging for a drink.

"Ok, ok, I can get a hint, I'll see you around sweetheart." He said as he gave you a wink before walking away.

What was weird about that is he kind of acts the same way Johnny does, but maybe that's why they're friends, of course people like other people that are similar to them, you felt stupid once you actually thought about it.

💼

Once you made your way into the kitchen, finally getting one step closer to what you wanted, except Andy was also in the kitchen leaning on the kitchen counter nursing a beer that he put down almost immediately at your presence.

"Honey, you scared me, did you need something?" He said and let out a sigh of relief that it was just you.

"I came to get a drink." You responded simply, just like the rest of you, Boring and simple.

"Of course..but could I talk to you about something honey, I just want to make sure there's no tension between us." He said softly, pushing himself off of the counter and towards you.

You gave Andy a nod of reassurance to continue, settling for a bottle of water as you sat down on the bar stool, right across where Andy was standing.

"I know your shy sweetie, but I want to let you know that you can tell me anything, your mother told me about your father, and I think it's important that you have a man in your life, someone that can take care of you honey, all of your wants and needs." Andy said softly, walking around the counter to stand behind you.

Your eyes widened as he rubbed circles on your back, your mother hasn't mentioned your father in years to you. She knows it's a sensitive subject for you to talk about, you doubt that your mother wouldn't have mentioned that to Andy.

"I-um-I don't really like to talk about my dad." you said with a slight tremble in your voice as you felt your throat get tighter, and your eyes get glassy with tears.

Your father died when you were only 9 but it felt like yesterday to you. Of course, you miss him, but you would rather not talk about it then mourn him every day.

Andy saw your eyes start to water, and your muscles start to tense. He just cooed at you lovingly, his hand moved off your back and moved directly behind you to wrap his arms around your shoulders.

"Oh sweetie, I know it's hard to talk about your feelings, but I want you to trust me, so I can be a good daddy and take care of you, don't you want that?" Andy said quietly while resting his chin on your shoulder.

Lost for words was one thing, you felt dumb, talking to you like a child, but deep down you found it strangely comforting. Andy walked back in front of you and grabbed your chin, tilting your head up softly with his fingers.

"You're my special little girl, I want you to know that honey." Andy added, while stroking your face like it was the most delicate thing in the world.

Trying to avoid eye contact with him was hard because than you couldn't help but feel tears run down your cheeks, maybe you did feel like Andy actually cared about you.

Andy suddenly pulled you closer to his chest while shushing you, pecking the top of your head once in a while. Hearing a faint noise of chatter coming closer to you made your head perk up with warning, you didn't want to anybody to see you cry today, especially over something you should've got over years ago.

"Hey dad I-what happened?" Johnny said as he skipped in the kitchen nosily, Colin standing right beside him, watching the scene unfold in front of him.

Looking from Andy's chest in embarrassment, watching the three men surrounding you, well mostly two in concern. This made more anxiety pump up in your chest and suddenly you darted down the hallway to your bedroom, where you should have stayed all along.

Ignoring the faint calls for your name and shutting the door behind you. Locking it and sliding down against your wall, finally letting all the sobs you've been keeping in until now. Great, now you won't hear the end of it tomorrow. Maybe a new family wasn't such a great idea after all.

A/n: It's been a minute since I posted ya'll, but I also just had a random urge to write a series with four hot men in it. Part two will be coming soon!

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xsapphirescrollsx · 1 year

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Bitch! Please write Demon Dr. Barber x plus size BLACK reader & Make it Nasty!!

Demon Dr Barbar x Plus Size Black Reader

@titty-teetee Deffo rusty, lol but I tried! I hope you like it <3

Andrew Barber, Andy for short and Doctor Barber to his patients, tossed the razor sharp edged blade to the wood floor of your bedroom. He watched your hip writhe under his grip as the rest of your underwear fell away. On his knees, his fingers delicately unfolding you, spreading you open as a bible to a theologian. Andy’s eyes burned with hate but his heart, if you could call that black void a caring center, filled with obsession.

He licked long, tasting what was now his, the bushy hair of his chin tickled your skin in the wake his tongue and you shuddered. His long fingers glided over the curvy lines of your hips, he pushed his face in harder to your core and pulled you closer as he sunk his tongue all the way in. An unexpected shriek from your throat hardened his dick. The tortured squirming, the hurting and yearning panted whimpering he caused you to express exploded pride in his chest.

Andy felt his eyes cloud, he wasn’t afraid but he knew you might be as he rose from between your thick legs. It was time, he decided. He was was glad of the dim light shade, but as the darkness swirled inside him it pulled away the golden hue illuminating the room. He watched you now, laying there your skin glowing under what might be described as moonlight. You opened your eyes looked toward him as Andy slowly descended over your body.

His legs between yours, spreading you further open, he felt the jump in your heartbeat as your eyes met his now completely blackened orbs. He smiled down at you while grabbing your wrists in anticipation that you might try and fight back.

“It’s time to pay your due,” his deep voice whispered.

He watched you blink once, twice, and struggle to understand what you were seeing. And like he knew you would you did try move from him. Andy held you there, his hips pushed forward. This was his favorite moment, your eyes widen as he invaded your will, your body.

Wicked. If demons could love this was it. Pouncing on the woman, you, that he wanted to possess body and soul Andy began to ensure that you took every inch of him. And when your mouth fell open in a silent scream he put his mouth over yours. His devilish forked tongue, surprisingly warm and wet slid in. He jerked your hands over your head, picked up his thrusting pace and kept taking your breath away with every rub of his tongue over yours. Consuming you and feeling you give over your will to only him Andy promised himself this one would be different.

This human woman would live. Even as ghostly wisps of black shadow descended over and with every breath you strived for started to feel as if your lifeforce was draining. Andy held back and waited.

Your pained moans turned to yearning whispers after every kiss. You cinched around him the shorter his strokes became. Faster, more driven thrusts had your body shaking until you reached the pleasurable end. But Andy kept going. Once again devoting himself to holding back his instinct to send you into a delicious anguishing experience for his pleasure. He allowed another desire to take root, one that usurped the will of his human mother. The one his angel father used to conquer a mortal womb.

Andy let go, pouring sinfulness into you and the room went black.

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saiyanprincessswanie · 2 years

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Inferno

Pairing: Soft Dark Andy Barber x Fem Reader

Minor Character: Ari Levinson

Word Count: 3110

Warnings: Smut, jealousy, hot-tempered, possessiveness, Spanking with belt, Bondage with Andy’s tie, Feral Andy, Cussing, Slight Dom/Sub elements, Breeding Kink, Soft ending

Summary: Love is like an eternal flame, constant and never going out. This is how you would describe your relationship with Andy. It’s a constant battle of wills between you both. From the outside, some would think it’s toxic, but behind closed doors you share a unique relationship that no one understands. You’re his to command, to use for his pleasure, and all you can do is enjoy whatever he gives.

A/N: My beta readers @pigwidgeonxo & @music-culture-mythology thank you as always. All mistakes are my own. Page break by @whimsicalrogers GIFS not mine, found on Tenor. If they are yours let me know and I will tag you.

A/N 2: To read more of my work here is my Masterlist

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

I do NOT give my consent to have my work translated or reposted on any social media platform, apps or third party sites. If you see my work anywhere else besides my personal Tumblr & AO3 accounts then it has been stolen. I will NEVER give written or verbal permission to repost or translate any of my fanfics as they’re MY intellectual property. 🚫🚫

It was supposed to be a nice Friday night out with your friends from work. As usual, everyone decided to meet up for drinks at a local bar. It just happened to be around the corner from where you lived with your boyfriend Andy Barber. Normally, you would look forward to the night out but as you left the office earlier you spotted Susan from accounting flirting with your boyfriend. Her hand touched his shoulder as they shared a laugh in the lobby. Of course, you didn’t find it funny. Andy was yours and yours alone.

Naturally, when you both got home to get ready to go out you argued. He brushed it off as harmless while you saw it as a threat. You hurled a stiletto at his head and he called you a crazy bitch. Oh, he would see a crazy bitch by the end of the night. Tonight you decided to get back at him for allowing another woman to touch what belonged to you. You knew exactly how to get him back and the thought pulled a devious grin to your face.

Entering the closet to get ready for the evening you pulled out a black dress that you would normally reserve just for him. This was his favorite dress you owned. Because of the skin-tight material you had to forgo any panties or bra, oh how this was going to have him seeing red. You grabbed one of your stilettos and walked into the living room where he and the other heel were laying on the ground.

Andy’s blue eyes watched as you entered the room. He was still dressed in his suit attire and in your eyes his entire being screamed dominance. His jaw ticked as you bent over in front of him to grab your other shoe. “You’re not going out in that.” Annoyance hung on his words.

You rolled your eyes at him, knowing that was against one of his rules. “Yes, I am. It’s too late to change now, we should have been out the door twenty minutes ago.” Placing your shoe on you felt his presence behind you.

“I’m telling you, kitten, that you’re not going out dressed like that. Go back to the closet and change. I’m not telling you again.” His warm breath fanned against your ear causing you to shiver. Oh, how you loved playing with fire.

Swaying your hips you walked to the front door and turned the doorknob. “Make me,” you challenged, staring him down with one hand on your hip.

Andy’s jaw clenched, as he walked with his chin high and an evil look in his eye. He stopped inches from you and spoke through gritted teeth. “Fine if you want to dress like a whore then so be it. See if I give a fuck.” If he thought of you as a whore you might as well play the part tonight. You both left the apartment in silence and walked the short distance to the bar.

This is what you both did, argued over pettiness and fucked the frustration out later. It was a dynamic you had from day one. You were hot-tempered and easily jealous. He was possessive and needed control over every aspect of his life. Together you could be a ticking time bomb or two perfectly imperfect people who refused to give up on love.

When things were calm, the love you shared was passionate, and no one else existed but the two of you. The love you had for one another was a fire that could obliterate anything in its way or simmer in the best possible way. If Andy was fire, you were the oxygen that fed the flames. Nothing could extinguish what you had with him, no matter what people thought.

Once you both arrived at the bar, you went to see your girlfriends while he joined the men for drinks and pool. The dress was sexy, according to your girlfriends, as they teased you about how short the length was and how form-fitting it was. The girls laughed and the men whistled as you spun around and showed off.

Andy watched like a hawk as you made your way to the bartender to order a drink. Leaning against the bar your breasts were on display for all to see. You could feel his eyes burning into your back as a man approached your side. The man whispered something filthy into your ear, but you giggled off his advances, your hand touching the drunken man's arm before he made his walk of shame back to his friends. The bartender placed the drink on the bar, and you whispered a thank you. As you walked away, hips swaying for all to see, your eyes briefly looked over your shoulder and locked with Andy’s dark blue ones. A smirk graced your face as you remembered how he told you that the dress was inappropriate and it was looking for attention, even though you assured him that he was overreacting. Andy watched the interactions, and it only confirmed his feelings from earlier. His jaw clenched as he tossed back the whiskey in the glass and slammed it on the table.

A few hours and too many drinks later, a familiar face approached you at the bar. “Hey, sweetheart, it’s been a long time. I almost didn’t recognize you.” The voice was warm like honey. Oh, this was just what you needed to push your boyfriend over the edge.

Quickly you turned around to see Ari Levinson smiling down at you. He worked at the same firm as yourself and Andy, his specialty was Immigration. An exaggerated squeal escaped your lips, “Oh my god, Ari when did you get back? I thought you were going to be on a business trip for a couple more weeks?”

The tall man gave you a friendly, gentle hug. Ari chuckled, “I just got back today. I figured I needed a night out and what better place to come to than this hole in the wall.”

You knew better than to hug the man that Andy secretly despised. It wasn’t because of the man’s work ethic; no, it’s because Ari had a thing for you. The casual conversation and innocent hug didn’t go unnoticed by Andy. He watched as your hand would touch the other man’s arm as you chuckled with him. Your eyes locked with Andy over Ari’s shoulder and lust gripped you by the throat when you saw him get up from the table across the room. His eyes burned with fire and jealousy as he strolled over to the two of you.

His arm possessively wrapped around your waist. “There you are, sweetheart. I was wondering where you went off to.” Fingers dug into your side causing you to hiss from the brief pain as he looked at the man who stood watching your changed demeanor. “Well, look what the cat dragged in. I haven’t seen you, Ari, in a little bit. I heard you were in D.C for a meeting or something.”

Ari stared down at his colleague, “Barber, didn’t know you were here.”

A chuckle escaped Andy, “Well, you know, have to take this sweet girl out now and then. Isn’t that right, kitten?” He kissed your temple, then looked back at Ari and smirked. “Though we were just about to leave so you have a good night.”

A pleased look crossed your face knowing that the night was just about to begin between the two of you. “Good night Ari, see you Monday,” you said cheerfully as Andy dragged you back to the bar and paid the tab. Andy grabbed you by the upper arm and pulled you outside. A low purr escaped your lips knowing there would be hell to pay when you got home and it made your thighs press together in excitement.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you okay?” Ari’s voice was laced with concern.

Andy spun around to face Ari who had followed you both outside. “She’s fine, we’re heading home as it’s been a long night. Right sweetheart?”

You nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m really tired.” Andy turned around and pulled you after him, as you both briskly walked back home. It was silent between the two of you. Your heart pounded hard in your chest knowing he was simmering with jealousy and anger as he continued to drag you home.

As soon as you made it up the steps and into the apartment Andy was on you. His hand was at your throat as he slammed your back into the front door. “What the fuck was that? You know better than to touch another man, especially Ari!”

You mewled from the tight hold he had on your throat and you batted your eyes innocently. “Andy, you know I only have eyes for you. Just let me take charge and give you what you need.” His fingers tightened causing you to feel a little lightheaded. This is what you wanted, no, craved from him. Your fingers started to unbutton the dress shirt he wore slowly, your eyes never leaving his darker blue ones. He took a breath as your fingers lightly ran down his toned body to the belt he wore and opened it. Before you could open his slacks a wicked grin crossed his face.

The smell of whiskey was strong on his breath as he leaned close to your face and darkly spoke, “No, I’m in charge kitten and you should know by now that it’s Sir. It seems I need to show you who is in charge.”

Your voice tried to fake distress but you could barely contain your excitement. “Yes Sir, I’m so sorry Sir.”

He pulled you away from the wall and dragged you to the shared bedroom. The hold on the back of your neck was brutal and made you want more. As soon as you both entered the bedroom he shoved you toward the bed. Andy towered over you as he discarded his suit jacket. He pulled his tie off and threw his shirt to the floor. You stared up at him with doe eyes as he turned your body around and unzipped the dress letting it pool at your feet, leaving you naked in front of him. “Naughty kitten wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. Looks like you need to learn your lesson.” A harsh slap from his hand connected with your ass causing you to let out a gasp.

Andy grasped your wrists, tying them securely behind your back. He pulled the belt free from his slacks and the jingle it made had you dripping from your core. Your eyes looked over your shoulder and took in the sight of his perfectly toned upper body. Fucking hell he looked as if the gods had sculpted him from stone.

His chest rose and fell with steady breaths as his eyes scanned over the faded bruises on your body. “One day you will learn you belong to me. That no one touches what belongs to me.”

The belt that hung from his hand had you watching him with longing. Your eyes never left him as the belt folded in half and snapped between his hands, knowing what was going to happen next. “You’re gonna count for me, kitten. I think ten is a good number to start at. If I don’t think you’re sorry enough then I will adjust.”

Andy pushed you onto your stomach and knelt on the bed. His left hand pressed between your shoulder blades and held you down. Then the belt slapped your butt hard. You cried out from the first blow both in pain and pleasure. “One!” your voice shrieked out, fingers dug into your palms as the second and third blows stung your skin.

Each time you counted the devastating blows, they seemed harder as he continued. You knew better than to sass him when he was in his dom space. Even though it was tempting to poke the proverbial bear it was better to let him ruin you the way he only knew how. Every time the belt cracked against your skin you sobbed into the bed, though inside your head you begged for more, your arousal flowed out of your cunt and onto the bed. You all but cried out the last one, tears sliding down your cheeks.

The sound of the belt hit the floor as you felt him drag your body down the bed. He pulled you to the edge, grabbed your hips, and forced you to your knees. Your face was still pressed against the bed when you felt his thick fingers touch your warm, bruised ass eliciting a groan from you as he continued his descent and ended at your wet slit. A dark chuckle came from Andy as he teased your folds. “Look how wet and needy my kitten is. Who does this belong to?”

“It belongs to you, Sir,” you mewled as his thick fingers rubbed over your clit briefly. Your pussy clenched around nothing making you desperate for more.

“That’s right, kitten, this is mine.” Andy pushed two thick fingers into your cunt, causing you to moan in pleasure as he played you like a fine-tuned instrument. His pace was firm and steady, your moans filling the room more and more as your orgasm started to build. Just as you were about to cum he pulled his fingers out and slapped your bruised ass.

“I didn’t say you could cum yet, kitten, did I?” Andy’s deep voice boomed behind you, as the sting from his slap made you yelp.

“N-no Sir. I’m sorry.” You cried out. Before you could get another word in, his fingers slipped in again, working into you hard and curling against that spot you loved. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, trying your best to not cum without his permission.

“God your cunt is so needy. It keeps sucking my fingers back in.” He groaned. “Do you need to cum kitten?”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding your head vigorously. “Yes, please Sir! I need to cum!”

Andy chuckled as his fingers curled against that spongy spot inside you, hitting that target over and over. “Cum for me, kitten,” he seductively ordered.

Your orgasm tore through your body as you moaned loudly for him. Your pussy squirted over his fingers as it clamped hard around his digits. Andy worked you through your orgasm before removing his fingers from you.

He brought his fingers to his mouth, licking your release off them with a hum. “You taste so divine, kitten.” You could hear the zipper of his pants being pulled down and he quickly stripped off his remaining clothes. Once naked Andy grabbed his hard cock, which dripped with precum, and ran it across your wet pussy a few times before he thrust hard into you.

You mewled from the feel of him as he groaned his satisfaction. Andy grabbed your bound wrists causing your body to arch as he placed his other hand on your hip. “I should fuck a baby into you, get you all round so there is no doubt you and this sweet pussy belong to me. What do you think, kitten? Do you want to be a mama?” He fucked you hard and fast, making you cry out louder with every snap of his hips.

“Oh god, Yes Sir. Yes!” You threw your head back chanting that over and over.

His grunts echoed with your voice in the room before he spoke again. “Fuck, kitten you feel so good clenching around me. I know you’re close.” Andy placed a knee on the edge of the bed, letting him drive into you harder. His fingers left your hip and moved to your clit, rubbing your clit firmly every time he plowed into you. “I want you to cum for me. Make a mess for me now!”

A loud moan left your mouth as you shouted, “Andy!” Your body clenched hard around his cock causing him to shout your name to the Heavens. White spots danced across your vision as he shot rope after ropes of cum deep within you and your pussy milked every last drop from him. Andy lazily thrust into you a few more times before pulling out. He let you down gently as your mind floated into subspace. You could feel his fingers undoing the tie around your wrist as you lay in bliss on the bed. It wasn’t until you felt him wipe you with a wet cloth that you realized how tired you were.

Once he cleaned you both up Andy helped move you to the top of the bed and under the covers. He crawled into bed next to you and pulled your body to his chest, letting you rest your head on him.

You stretched your body and nuzzled into him. The feeling of his light chest hair on your cheek brought you back to the present. It wasn’t until then you realized you moaned his name and not Sir. Your eyes drifted up to his soft blue ones that looked down at you in love. “I just realized what I called you moments ago.”

Andy lightly chuckled, “I’m not worried about it sweetheart. As long as it’s my name on your lips that’s all that matters.” He planted a kiss on your forehead before you snuggled back into him. “Get some sleep my love, you’re gonna need your energy for round two.”

Your fingers traced light circles around the tattoo of your name over his heart. “Did you mean what you said?” Andy’s eyebrow quirked, clearly confused by your question. A smile broke out on your face as you spoke, “about wanting to put a baby in me?”

‘Oh, that’ he thought. Andy smiled down at you. “Of course, I would love to have a kid with you. It lets all those guys know you’re mine, including that dickwad Ari.”

A smile pulled at your lips at the thought of Andy taking you again and again until you got pregnant. You loved this possessive side of him and loved to press his buttons, knowing fully what your nights would entail. “Andy, you should know it’ll always be you that keeps the home fires burning. There’ll be no one else.”

Your eyes closed as you drifted off to sleep while Andy smiled from your confession. He felt the same way and he would always show how much he loved you whether inside or outside of bed. “I know,” he responded as he watched you sleep against him.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 4 months

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Silent Treatment | Andy Barber

Pairing -> Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Reader

Summary -> After a fight with Andy almost a week ago and you ignore and avoid him as much as possible. Then he makes sure you understand that he loves you and that he wants you to listen when he says something.

Warnings -> (E) Minors DNI, 18+, smut, pinning against the wall, dry humping, thigh riding, daddy kink, kinda Dom!Andy, sub!Reader, fingering (fem!receiving), oral (male!receiving), deep throat, unprotected p in v, using of the word slut, kinda dirty talk, praises,

Wordcount -> 2k.

Request -> I had a request if you would be able to write it, where the reader gives Andy the silent treatment and it lasts all week or something and ends with some hot spicy smut 🌶️❤️🥺 craving some hot Andy!! Unless you’ve already have something written… ✨

A/N -> Thank you so much for that request, anon. It makes me feel things I didn’t know I feel for him but you show me with that request haha. The idea is such a good one and I hope you like what I came up with. My request are open, so if you have an ask don’t hesitate to ask.

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It’s been a week since the argument with your husband, Andy, but you haven’t talked or interacted a lot with him. Whenever he tried to say something, you interrupted him with anger in your voice. Actually, you’re not that stubborn, but you’re mad, and you want to show him exactly that.

You miss his touch, but you can’t bring yourself to talk to him or let him touch you more than possible. His arms around your waist at night or his kisses along your neck when the two of you sit on the couch. But you’re still mad at him, right? Or do you just want to provoke him and hide it behind anger?

Andy tries to touch you or at least kiss you, but whenever you turn away, he groans. He slowly gets impatient and thinks about a way you can’t say no to him anymore. And your teasing is a good reason for him to tease you as well, but in a more pleasurable way than you do to him.

You’re in the kitchen. You make some lunch for the two of you. You can hear his footsteps behind you before his arms are wrapped around your waist. Andy presses your back against his muscular front. You try to wiggle yourself out of his arms, but he is stronger than you and holds you in place.

“Andy,” you mumble, but he tightens his grip around you.

His fingers dig into your soft skin, and you groan softly. Andy chuckles and lowers his head to place it on your shoulder. Kissing and biting your neck.

“Honey, stop ignoring me,” he groans into your ear.

“I’m not ignoring y-“ you try to say, but you interrupt yourself when Andy turns you around and pushes your back against the kitchen counter.

“You’re not?” he asks, his eyes immediately dark when you shake your head.

His hands are trailing your sides up and down. With one movement, he turns the two of you around and presses you against the wall on the other side of the small room. You gasp when your back touches the hard wall. Andy smiles and takes your hand into his, pressing them above your head against the wall.

“Andy-“ you whimper, pushing your waist against him.

He doesn’t say anything; his thigh parts your legs apart, and he presses it between your legs. You throw your head back when you feel the slight friction. You move on his thigh and feel your arousal dripping out of you, soaking your pants.

“Stop acting like a slut,” he hisses.

You try to stop your movements and do what he tells you, but the pleasure feels too good. His one hand holds your hands still above your head while the other trails down until he reaches your face and grips your chin harshly.

“Stop moving.” His tone is demanding, and you obey; you don’t want to make him mad.

“Andy, please,” you whimper, but he shakes his head.

“You ignored me for almost a week, and now it’s on me how fast or slow you get the pleasure you want,” Andy groans.

You roll your eyes playfully and pretend to move on his thigh again, but Andy takes his knee away and chuckles darkly. His hand around your chin slides along your body until he reaches your covered pussy.

“Desperate, so desperate,” he mumbles when you push your body against his hand.

Andy chuckles and captures your pussy with his hand. You moan softly and look at him with an already fucked-out look. He moves his fingers against the fabric and draws small circles on them, making you whine.

“Andy, please,” you beg, but he just laughs and lets go of you.

“That’s wrong, honey. Say it right,” he demands, and you want to groan in frustration, but his look at you stops you immediately. There is not that much fun or frustration allowed, not yet, with your horny husband in front of you.

“Daddy, please. I need you,” you whine and press yourself more against him.

“Where do you need me to touch you, honey?”

“Down there.”

Andy chuckles darkly when those words leave your lips as a whimper. He knows exactly what you want, and he will give it to you, but not yet. First, he wants you on your knees like a good girl and sucking his dick as an apology for ignoring him.

“You think it’s that easy to get what you want after ignoring you?” he asks, and you nod. Maybe he wants you to say yes, and then he finally fucks you, but he just shakes his head. “You will beg, and you will obey,” Andy whispers, and you moan softly.

Your husband lays one of his hands on your head and grips your hair harshly, pressing you down until you’re on your knees. He smiles at you and pulls your face closer to his dick. Your nose almost touches the bulge in his pants.

“Open them and pull them down,” he commands, and you do.

With your hands, you open his belt and pull his pants down. His boxers cover his dick. You don’t hesitate before you let his boxers slide down his legs, and his length springs free. It slaps against his stomach, the tip already leaking with pre-cum.

“Open your mouth, baby girl. And suck it, give Daddy a reason to give you your reward,” Andy groans and pushes your head further to his dick.

You open your mouth and take one of your hands around his dick. Andy looks with pure lust in his eyes at you and grins. You kiss the tip of his dick, moving your hand slowly up and down. Your husband groans and pushes his hips in your direction, his cock pushing against your mouth.

He guides his dick deep into your mouth and down your throat. A groan leaves his lips when you almost gag around his length. Your hands rest on his thighs while he slowly pulls out of your mouth. His tip is still in your mouth, and you can still taste him.

"It's so pretty when you look like an innocent little girl, but you’re actually a little slut for my dick. My little cock slut, aren’t you?” he asks.

Before you can answer, he pushes his hips forward and pulls your head closer by your hair. His cock is sliding down your throat again. The tears burn in your eyes when he hits a spot in your throat that you didn’t know he could reach. His grip on your hair tightens while he waits a moment before he pulls it out of your mouth again. The creams that leave his mouth make you almost go crazy.

“Swallow,” he says sternly.

Andy doesn’t hesitate to push into your mouth again, ignoring your gagging around him. You both know that as long as you don’t use your safe word or slap him two times on his thigh, he can do this. You talked a lot before you changed from vanilla to some kinky activities in bed.

When you control your breathing again, you swallow and make Andy moan loudly. He adores the feeling of your throat feeling even tighter when you swallow. The warmth of your mouth, your tongue gliding along his shaft, and the tight feeling around his huge dick.

Your husband's dick is twitching in your mouth, and you know he is close. You move your head a bit, but Andy stops you with his grip on your hair and lets his dick slide out of your mouth. You groan in frustration, getting a dark chuckle from Andy.

“Want me to cum in your mouth? Not only my cock slut, but also a little cum slut,” he laughs, gripping your chin with his free hand.

You still have the tears in your eyes, and a few are rolling down your cheeks. Andy shows you, with some pressure under your chin, to stand up. Your legs are shaking, and you wrap your arms around his muscular arms to hold you. Andy lets go of your hair and holds you by your waist.

“I want to fuck you against the wall; I can’t wait to push my dick so deep into your wet and tight hole, honey,” he groans, stroking your cheek softly. “You did so well for me when you sucked my dick; now be a good girl and let Daddy fuck you right here and right now,” Andy mumbles, and you nod.

You hear the sound of your clothes tearing up while he smiles at you. The cold air blows against your wet folds, and you shiver slightly. Andy’s hand is wrapped around his cock, the tip sliding through your folds, and you place your hands on his shoulder, pulling him closer.

Andy pushes him slowly inside of you. Your walls clench around him while he pushes himself deeper inside of you. A moan escapes your lips, and you throw your head back when he finally meets your sweet spot.

“Andy, please,” you whimper, digging your nails into his skin.

“Try again, honey.”

“Daddy, please. Move, making me cum.”

Your husband chuckles and pulls almost completely out of you before he pushes his dick inside of you again. Your fingers are scratching over his skin, and you are probably leaving bruises there, but neither you nor Andy care about it.

“Faster, please,” you whimper.

Andy leans closer; you feel his breath against your ear and his groans when he pounds into you.

“You really think you can tell me what to do, honey?”

You shake your head but press your hips closer, so he pushes in another angle inside of you. His tip hits your sweet spot again, and you clench around him. Andy kisses along your neck, biting softly into the skin, before he lets go of you and looks into your eyes. His hands are holding your waist.

“You want me to be rough; I’ll be rough,” he says with a grin.

With your head leaning against the wall, you let your husband fuck you against it. Your skin is sweaty, and you try to ground yourself with your fingers on his back. His movements become sloppy, and you feel his thick cock twitching between your clenching walls.

“So tight for me. But you take me so well, honey,” he praises, and you smile softly.

Andy slides one of his hands between your legs and draws circles on your clit. His fingers slide through your folds before he plays with your clit again. You moan, your hips pushing further against him, and when he hits your sweet spot a few more times, you almost scream while the orgasm rushes through your body.

“Squeezing me so well,” Andy groans, pounding into you.

Your eyes roll back, and you feel his dick twitching between your walls. Your tight walls clench with every thrust more around his length, and it doesn’t take long for him to fill you with his cum. Andy groans and lets his head fall against your shoulder. His breath is heavy, but he still moves slowly into you.

“I’m not pulling out of you,” he mumbles, holding your waist to lift you up. You wrap your legs around his waist, and he walks with you in his arms out of the kitchen.

“The food,” you say and point to the desk, but he just chuckles.

“You can have something else, but first we take a shower.

You groan playfully, knowing that he talks about more sex later. Andy carries you into the bathroom before he finally lets you down and presses his lips on yours.

“Don’t ignore me again, or I won’t be so soft,” Andy mumbles against your lips, and you nod. His cum drips out of you while he prepares everything for a warm bath together. “I love you, honey.”

“I love you too, Andy. But next time, just fuck me a few days earlier, then I don’t have to ignore you for so long,” you joke around, and he raises his eyebrows with a smirk at you.

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frostironfudge · 2 years

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Pretty Princess - Andy Barber (Smut)

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

Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

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

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

Word Count: 1.8k

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

The warmth hums, large hands running up your sides.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You feel yourself clench around nothing.

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

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

You hiss at the cold air, nipples hardening.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your lips part as you suck the tip.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He turns you around, laying you on your back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just want you.” You mumble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-x-

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misguidedasgardian · 2 years

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The dutiful

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Summary: Your Mob Boss father´s last wish was for you to marry his right-hand and most trusted man, Lloyd Hansen, you fight against it, but at the end, you are the ever dutiful daughter. Now he is the boss, and has to assert his dominance over you, and over his men

Pairing: Mob!Lloyd Hansen x Fem!Reader

Warnings: DARK, misogynistic behaviour, mob bussiness, age gap (Lloys is late thirties, reader is mid-twenties), death of a parent, dub-con, unprotected rough sex, (don’t be silly wrap your willy), voyeurism (some guys watch you being claimed), little fingering, degradation, mocking, cursing, pet names, breeding kink, marriage kink, slight cumplay and eating, might miss some warnings.

+18 MINORS DNI

Wordcount: 4.1 k

Notes: Oh my I just love Lloyd, I mean look at thim, I could throw everything I believe in and all the feminism trough the window just to get on my knees between his murdr thighs…. I hope you enjoy this gift Lloyd Lovers…. I mean the movie is not even OUT yet, we only had seen a minute of content and I’m already drippingggggg

not beta-ed, mistakes are current and my own hihi

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CHRISSSS

You looked through the window at the mournful scenery, the sky weeped as you did, now it was a dark gray, the trees surrounding your father's property seemed so scary now, under this cloudy sky. A deep green who seemed to hide the darkest secrets. Everything seemed so dark after your father passed away just two days ago. You felt so alone now, your mansion so big and lonely, and so scary

Your thoughts were interrupted when the door of your father’s office opened, revealing a man that only by seeing him made you feel incredibly relieved. You walked towards him with a shy smile, hugging yourself until you reached him

“Hey sweetheart, how are you doing?” Andrew Barber, your father's lawyer greeted you with sympathetic eyes and a shy smile, he kissed your forehead as you appreciate the gesture of a man you’d known since you could remember

“Hey Andy, thank you for coming” you hugged yourself again, behind him Lloyd Hansen entered your late father’s study, and it made you wince, that man scared in a primal way you’d never end to understand. His eyes always seemed to find you and a dark smile followed, his perfectly trimmed mustache moves with his thin lips

“Hey Sunshine” he greeted

“Hey Lloyd” you whispered, not daring to even look him in the eye.

Your father was the city’s most notorious Mobster, Gangster, drug dealer. It was the truth and it was so ingrained in your system you took it as a normal part of life. Half of his businesses were indeed legit, after years of money laundering. Lloyd Hansen was his right hand man, he knew everything about the business and before being his most trusted man he was the enforcer, the most violent and bloodthirsty amongst his men. Former special agent of the CIA turned, he was dangerous, skilled in combat and war, and now most likely the head of the family.

Your attention turned to Andy again, as he took a seat in your late father’s seat behind the desk of his study

You took a seat in front of the desk, Lloyd placed himself behind you, making a lightning strike run down your back making you incredibly uncomfortable. Andy draw papers from his briefcase and laid them on the mahogany desk, organizing them in a tidy manner

“I’m here as an executor of your father's last will and testament” he said firmly, his lawyer face taking over. You nodded, knowing perfectly well his intentions, and calmly you listened to the man. You were your father’s only child, and your mother passed away when you were young, to your knowledge, you were his only heir, but Lloyd had been called too, you guessed to pass all the dark business to him

“Me, (Y/F/N) being sound of mind and body, present my last wish and testament” he started, reading your father’s last words, “Half of everything I have, properties and money on the accounts will belong to my only daughter (Y/N)” you let out a breath you haven’t even realized you were holding, in relief, “Even if it breaks my heart…” continued Andy with a frown, that made your blood ran cold, “... to leave you alone my sweet girl…” he continued, “...My last dying wish and conditions for you to receive my inheritance is for you to marry my right hand man Lloyd, who I’m inheriting the other half of all my belongings”

“What?” you asked, drawing the attention of both men, Lloyd’s hand squeezed your shoulders, “Did you know about this?” you stood from your seat with the sole purpose of looking him in the eyes, and stopped the contact. Lloyd was smiling knowingly

“Of course I did” he said calmly, “I was his right-hand man, the son he never had”

“Fuck you” you spitted out, “This is insane” Andy called you and you looked at him

“Andy” you called, pleading

“It was his last wish” he said firmly, “he was sound of body and mind…” you looked at Lloyd frowning

“What did you do? what did you say to him?”

“Nothing” he mocked, “He was always so afraid something could happen to you, he wanted to make sure you’d be taken care of after he was gone”

“I’m a grown woman” you said, “I can take care of myself”

“Yeah sure, what if his enemies come after you, uh?” he said then

“This is a conversation you should have in private” muttered Andy

“I want a witness” you demanded, “Look you can keep his dirty business, we can split everything in half I don’t care” you muttered, “But I think is excessive that I marry you, only because he didn’t think I could take care of myself”

“The will explicitly says that you only inherit after you mary Lloyd” Andy said, “this was redacted 6 months ago, and again, is valid, we all know he was in his right mind” you looked at Lloyd, he seemed so relaxed and calm

“Andy, get the fuck out of here” Lloyd demanded, but before he could leave you interupted in anger

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” you asked, “You do not boss him around” but Andy look at you with sorry eyes

“He does now, sweetheart” he said, before he put all the documents on his briefcase and left the room, leaving you alone with Lloyd, who took two long steps to be right in front of you

He encased your jaw with his hand, his face so close to you you could feel his hot breath on your face, making the little hairs of your neck curl. his maddened gaze made you squirmed

“I’ve been at your father's side for fifteen years, and my father for longer” he said, “and a spoiled little brat is not going to keep me from assuming the lead of this family”

“Let me go” you cried

“You are going to marry me, whether you liked it or not, and before you think about it, good luck finding someone that could help you”

“All of this for power?” you asked, “Let it all burn to the ground I’m not marrying you!”

“I’m going to be the boss, and no one is going to ruin this for me”

“You are never going to be the boss!” you spitted out, anger gripping your every cell, you had never remembered an instance in which you were more angry that you were right now. You released yourself from his grasp and walked until you were behind the desk

“Oh really?” He drew a smile so wicked it made you shiver. Of all your father’s men, you feared Lloyd the most, not because of his aspect, but because of his silent, deadly and smug demeanor. You knew him and knew what he was capable of, and that’s why you feared and respected him, but now? you were so angry you didn’t care, but you should…

He was on you in a second, with his hand encasing your throat and made you retreat until your back was against the wall. You whined and squirmed, trying to scratch his thick arm, but he was wearing a wool sweater that prevented you from injuring him

“Let me go!” you cried

“No until you marry me, hell, maybe not even then” he chuckled darkly. His handsome face, his hand on your neck barely squeezing, the single tone of his voice made your thighs clench. You had always found him hellishly attractive, but dangerous, so dangerous. He seemed to read your thoughts, because he smiled wickedly, wrinkles appearing in the corners of his eyes. “I have to confess, I always wanted to do this, claim you, like you belonged to me…” he growled like a raging animal, and in a primal way you felt the danger, not only for your body but for your very soul, he was going to devour you whole. “Because you do”

“No” you whined, staying incredibly still

“I will make you mine then” he growled. He threw you over the desk, the air suddenly left your lungs when he pressed you against the hardwood

“I’m going to take what is mine” he threatened in your ear.

“Please lloyd, be nice” you begged, knowing that you couldn’t stop him, and actually doubting if you even wanted him to stop him. You felt so exposed like this, your dress a little short so your ass was almost uncovered. He held you against his desk with one of his hands behind your neck grabbing you oughly, and the other sneaked under your dress,

“I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll beg me to marry you” he laughed

“I’ll never…!” he ripped your thighs in a single movement, the sting burned your skin and the sudden chill air in your skin made you tremble, “no please” you begged, squeezing your thighs tighter. You didn’t know if you really wanted to stop him, or if you were scared he’d found how wet you were for him.

It was the latter

“Would you look at that” of course he mocked you, “I haven’t even touched you yet and I can actually see how wet you are without even taking out your panties” you whined hiding your face from him, but nothing could scape him, he was over everything, that’s why he was going to be the boss after all.

“NO” you moaned, when you felt he sneaky fingers dangerously creeping in the lines of your panties

“I think you need to come to terms with the fact that I’m going to claim you, and you want me to do it” he mocked you, you trembled with a single of his fingers lazyly and barely touched your weeping pussy, almost a light touch was enough to made you moan

“No I don’t, you are not the boss” you wanted to provoke him, you wanted more, you wanted to tip him over the edge

“Let’s see, shall we?” his hand left your underwear and you didn’t like it.

He touched a single button on the phone right beside your head, a gruff voice greeted Lloyd at the other side

“Ari, would you be a sunshine and get the men in here?” he asked on the phone, and you trembled under him, squirming and turning like an alligator.

“No!” you whined, but he only chuckled darkly, resuming his movements under your dress, finally ripping your underwear, “Why…?” a moan escaped your mouth interrupting yourself when you felt his thick fingers entering your pussy, his thumbs pressed on your clit making you cry out in need. You were so wet you thought something embarrassing had happened

“You are right, I will never be the boss” he said simply, “If I don’t assert my dominance now…” the door opened and trough it all your father’s most trusted men walked in, Andy, Ari Levinson, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, August Walker… you couldn’t see the rest because your eyes turned to the back of your head when two of his fingers curled inside of you touching and rubbing your g spot making you cum on the spot without a single warning

“Sunshine!” he reprimanded you but with a mocking voice, “You had to give a little preview first” he mocked, “I barely touched her sweet, wet little pussy and she already cummed on my fingers!” he told the rest. And you whined trying to hide your face from their heated gazes. The shame was overpowering your pleasure, tears threatened to burn your eyes.

“C'mon Sunshine” he purred in your ear, “give them a show, prove them that you are mine” his fingers kept moving, provoking, exploring. You felt his weight on your back, “Can’t wait to make you cum on my mouth” and the ghost feeling of his mustache on your clit make you tingle against him, and you wondered how good it must feel.

“´Lloyd” you called

“What do you want, baby?” he asked,

“You” you moaned, wiggling your hips. You heard laughs and chuckled, but you focused on the feeling of your body instead, if not you were going to cry

“You want me?” he asked

“Yes please” you whispered. And he chuckled

“How can I say no to that?” the fingers left your pussy, his other hand still having you by the back of your neck. Single handedly you heard him unbuckle his belt and opening his fly

“Andy, you are ordained, right?” he asked

“That’s right” you heard him answer

“Can you marry us while she is cumming around my cock?” he asked

“Your orders boss”

“That’s damn right,” he said, pleased. grabbing his cock and ruining it with your weeping entrance. You buckle your hips at his rhythm. “Well gentleman, as you can see, I’m staking my claim” in one single push he was buried inside you to the hilt. You screamed in a mix of pain and pleasure. Because no matter how wet you were, his cock was so thick and big it still burned when he split you open for him

“Shit!” you cursed biting your lower lip, closing your eyes tightly as you felt every vein, every ridge, and his tip kissing your cervix

“Holy shit this pussy is so good” he moaned darkly, one of his hands grabbing your hip so tight you knew it was going to leave a mark. “It’s squeezing me like a fist”

“Lloyd” you cried, begged him, to move or to do something, because you knew that when he does, you were going to feel fucking amazing. You wanted to reach him, to touch him, but you couldn’t because of your position, the edge of the desk marking your thighs, your own body constricting your rib cage… but that all came to second place as you felt him retrieve himself and then thrust into you again, a slap sound could be heard in the room. His groin slapping against your ass. you moaned loudly, not hiding anymore how good he was making you feel.

He started a rough tandem, drawing sounds you had never made before. your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his cock rubbed against that special spot. his and left the back of your neck and grabbed your hips, drawing you to him to meet each thrust.

“Fuck look at her” you heard the voice of Ari Levinson mocking you, watching your every expression your every sound you drew. Lloyd grabbed you by your hair, making you raise your head in the direction of your audience

“Look at her” he demanded, you opened your eyes and you looked at them, “look at her fucked out face” you closed your eyes, trying to zoom them out and just focus on how good you felt.

You felt an orgasm coming, your pussy clenched around him greedily, you moaned softly when he released you gently, letting you hide your face again in your folded arms.

“Fuck that’s it” he grabbed you by the hair again and made you twist your head in a way he could see your face twisted in pleasure, looking at how good you looked when you cummed

“So hot” he growled, “sweet girl that’s it, give me everything” your juice stained the base of his cock and made his thrusts resound in a squelching sound.

He took himself off of you, and you whined in protest, not liking it. You didn’t even get to see your audience and he turned you around, opening your legs and placing himself between them. He caressed your thighs gently before he grabbed them and made you stick to his hips. Your pussy colliding with his thick cock. You couldn’t see it, and you really wanted to, but he entered you so easily it was almost embarrassing, barely needing a little push the open you up for him again, the new, more intimate angle made the friccion it even more delicious when he kept his hard pase and rough thrusts. You wanted him against you, you reached for him also wanting to cover yourself from the men, that you could barely see from this new angle

and he leaned into you, his forehead pressing against yours.

His hands encased your ribcage, finally feeling your front. He leaned in to watch your tits bounce over the neckline of your dress. For now it was enough… Now later when he’ll have you all to himself he will take the time to touch you and savor you whole.

“Don’t look at them now, I want your eyes on me when you come undone on my fat cock” he encased your jaw with his hand, his deep blue eyes chilling you to your bone his wicked smile made you tingle even more, losing yourself on his handsome face. “You are going to come again for me baby?”

“It’s too much” you complained, feeling your puffy pussy weeping, so tender, raw and sensitive you were going to pass out

“Are you going to marry me now?” you kept turning and twisting

“No” it was a negative but you couldn’t hold a moan that came with it, the feeling of his thick cock rubbing against your walls were making you feel insanely good, your eyes were turning to the back of your head, and yet another orgasm was creeping on you and you fleetingly thought you were going to lose it. Your consciousness, your mind, your body, all of it.

“Really?” but as you almost touched the sky with your hands, he pulled out of you, making you whine in need, looking at him with teary eyes and found his mock face, smiling widely at you. You whined touching his black cardigan, demanding he resumed his thrusts

“No, please” you begged, your fingers sneaking under his wool vest and touching the hot skin of his muscled belly

“What do you want, you little slut?” he mocked

“please” your hands tried to find his cock, and he laughed in your face, mocking you, “keep doing it” you begged

“Are you seeing this?” he asked, looking at his men, many of them were touching themselves over their dress pants, many had their cocks out, and were shamelessly masturbating, “This little slut begging is something else” he turned his gaze back at you

“I’m not a slut” you protested

“That’s right, you are only mine” he entered you again and an inhuman sound left your lips. your walls grabbed him like a vice. And he amazed himself of how much he wanted to cum inside you. Something similar flied through your mind you wanted to cum, but the gaze of all of them on you wouldn’t let you

“Please Lloyd” you cried, your shame of being watched couldn't let you relax, “I’m marrying you” you promised, begging him with your eyes. his eyes looked in your for any signs of a lie, but couldn’t find any, his thumb caressed your cheek, and then he looked up to the group of men. He stilled his movements, leaving himself seated inside of you

“Get out” demanded to his men, and they all even looked shocked, that he would draw the line there after all of it, “GET THE FUCK OUT!” He shouted making you wince and they left the room like it was on fire. When the door clicked shut after the last one, he looked down at you, in his eyes where something other than malice and desire, something more… human

“I’m going to make you mine,” he sentenced. “This is where you belong, right under me” his sudden tenderness made you swallow your own words, as he resumed his movements, his eyes never leaving yours, his hands encased your face, keeping you in place gently, “You are mine” you just nodded, “say it” he demanded

“I’m yours” you said lowly

“You are going to marry me” he said then

“I’m going to marry you” you mumbled, your eyes trying to manifest him that you weren’t lying, you didn’t know if it was the pleasure, or fear

“You are going to have my babies” he demanded then

“I’m going to have your babies” you confirmed

“I’m going to keep you nice and bred all the fucking time” he growled his wicked smile appearing again as he leaned in and kissed you.

It was the first time he ever kissed you. His mustache tickled you making you smile against his mouth. and he chuckled darkly, grabbing you by the neck and pushed you until you were against the wood, taking your breath away when he separated himself from you

“I’m going to take care of you” he promised, “say it, believe it”

“You are going to take care of me” you whispered, and he smiled, kissing you again, this time, he didn’t release you and instead he fucked you rougher, faster, the tip of his cocks grazing your special spot every single time, you moaned on his mouth wantonly, needed him, your arms hugged him drawing him more tightly against you. Your legs wrapped around his middle, keeping him even closer to you. not wanting him to let you go. And just like that, your orgasm creeped out on you, your walls tightening around him, strangled his cock inside you.

“That’s it baby” when he separated himself from you a thin line of saliva still joined your hungry mouths

“Lloyd” you called like a prayer, looking into his eyes

“Fuck!” he yelled, with a last hard thrust he stilled inside you, cumming so hard, hot spurts of him cum painting your walls. “Shit Sunshine” he whined letting himself fall over your. You hugged him tightly against you, like you didn’t want him to separate from you, you didn’t want to let him go. “That’s it Pumpkin, sweet girl” he kissed your forehead, “FUck, I never cummed that hard before, shit” his stormy blue eyes found yours. And as you regained your breaths, you gazed upon one another. He kissed you again. more swiftly but no less powerful

You whined when he took himself off of you. Not liking the emptiness he left

“Don’t worry honey, I’ll be inside of you soon enough” he said with his gruff voice

You felt his thick seed dripping from your hole and down your thighs. Making you moan, repressing the need to collect it with your fingers, Lloyd did it for you, and then he fed it to you, rubbing his fingers in your mouth, and smiled widely when you licked his fingers, tasting his seed and moaning because of his salty taste

“That’s a good wife” he mocked, he actually helped you with your dress, putting it back in place and helped you on your feet. You whined again when your lack of pantis made you feel his cum dripping down your thighs, staining them

“Lloyd” you cried, but not even knew what you wanted from him, you looked into his eyes and he smiled softly, encasing your face with his hands, and leaned in to kiss you softly

“Mine” he growl against your mouth

“Yours” you confirmed, he lets go off you

“Now I need to talk to the men, so wifey, smile and go make me a nice dinner” he whispered derogatorily in your ear, spanking your ass, encouraging you to leave the office, the men outside smiling knowingly when they saw you, but they bowed with their heads as you passed by them. You were the wife of the boss now.

You heard the men laugh when they saw you could barely walk out of the study, hearing Lloyd

“Now, you all are going to pledge your allegiance to me” he demanded as you kept walking towards the kitchen to talk to the staff about the new order in the house

He was the boss now. And you were no longer the dutiful daughter, now you were the dutiful wife.

I've wanted to write about the clit tickler for a while now, and I will do it again! muajaja

PART II IN HERE

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cottagecheese1 · 2 months

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Chapter 2

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new begging's, but what happens when your new begging comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them. paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea.

Series master list right here

The day was new, sadly, after last night you didn’t know if leaving your room was a good option in the first place, well of course you’d live, but the embarrassment you felt at the moment made you feel like the world was ending. You always felt a little sensitive and awkward towards every little situation that came your way. When you say it in your head it always sounds like a bad thing even though there are worse things in the world, and you shouldn’t even come close to feeling unfortunate in any situation–or thats what your mother would tell you, at a point your life your mother used to make you feel vain–blaming you for your fathers death saying it was your fault, of course you knew your mother had loved you, I mean she was also going through the grief of losing her husband, you shouldn’t be selfish–thats what she would also tell you.

After a long two hours of laying in bed, you rolled in bed and looked at your alarm clock that read 9:23am, and you could already hear the shuffling and laughter of the boys in the kitchen, deciding to just suffer through it and just hope nobody brings up the previous night, they all probably forgot about it by now, right? You could only hope because you sure haven’t forgotten.

Making your way down the hall where the chuckling and the sizzling of bacon started to make itself more present as you stepped into the kitchen, your head automatically goes down towards the floor when the chatter abruptly stops–the awkward sizzling of bacon mocking you as you walk towards the bread.

Andy stops and turns toward you with a small smile while leaning on the marble countertop, finally deciding to break the silence, “good morning honey, I made breakfast if you’re interested, bacon and uh maybe some pancakes if Johnny will save some for the rest of us.” he says the last part while turning towards a shirtless johnny stuffing his mouth full, mumbling out a “sorry”.

You tilt your head up toward Andy, and grab the bread, “no thanks Andy, maybe later–thanks though–well not that I don’t want any it's just-” you stutter out, until Andy interrupts you with a soft chuckle.

Andy walks behind you–tucking a piece of hair behind your ear before he leaned down to press a small kiss to your temple, “Oh pumpkin, what am I gonna do with you hm? With your cute self.” your cheeks tinted red, and besides that you could hear Johnny, and Colin snickering–probably making fun of you.

Not really knowing how to respond, but suddenly another thought comes to mind–where's your mother? Now curious, you turned and asked Andy, face still red as a beet, “um- where's my mom?” Andy half listens to you as he plays with your hair softly.

“She’s on a business trip, won’t be back for a few weeks, so you get to spend some alone time with us.” Andy says as he smirks.

You advert your gaze back to the toaster and give him a quick “okay”, before turning back around he huffs dramatically grabbing his keys swiftly, but before he heads out, he stops before the two chuckling boys.

“You boys be nice, treat her good until I get home, okay? Oh honey, if you need anything just give me a call, okay? Johnny should help you with anything, if not, I’ll be back around 11:00. Be good you two.”, and at that Andy was out the door, now it’s just you and them.

Johnny sighed and got up dramatically, “I’m gonna go take a shower, you kids have fun.” he said as he walked toward his bedroom.

Now it was just Colin and you, but as soon as you heard the toaster pop up, you scurried to your room–not even bothering to grab the butter–once you got to your room, closing the door you sighed and switched your phone on for the next hour.

💼

After another 30 minutes of contemplating if you should leave your room or not, you do. Opening the door slowly, and walking down the hall to the living room, where you thought watching TV would be an option for you, but Colin seemed to be taking up the couch and the entire atmosphere, and God was it intimidating.

Before you could turn away, and advance to the comfort of your own room–Colin stopped you abruptly. He threw his head back over the back of the couch, and called your name out.

“Hey!- don’t leave, come join me, I’m watching 21 jump street, I want you to come watch it with me.”

He sounded so demanding, but maybe that's just his way of expressing himself, so you watch as he scoots over a tad, and pats the spot next to him. This is when you seem to notice he doesn’t have a shirt on under his thin jacket, but you still sit down awkwardly next to him.

Suddenly he scoots closer to you, and wraps an arm around you, pulling you to him slightly as he says “relax baby, just getting comfortable, you wanna lay on me?”

“Oh, well I’m ok right now, I wouldn’t wanna-” he cuts you off by his own words, “cmon baby, I don’t mind, it's just some friendly cuddles, don’t gotta be all shy about it.” he says the last part chuckling.

You stay silent as he speaks again, “Here–I’ll help you.” Coin grunts a bit as he pulls you on top of him, and pushes your head onto his chest, softly stroking your hair. As much as you’d hate to admit it, it did feel kind of nice, maybe because he was nice and warm, and solid–Colin interrupts your train of thought when he speaks again.

“Isn’t this nice baby? All nice and relaxed…You're such a good girl, you know that?” he says with a mischievous glint in his voice while stroking your back, his voice still vibrating off of you he continues, “So, so quiet. Bet you're a virgin huh? All pure and untouched, from the way you're grinding on my dick and acting all innocent about it, you have to be.”

You feel stiff all the sudden, like you can’t move, now you're overly aware of the fact that his dick is poking your thigh. Then to make things worse he leans down toward your ear, “You know me, and Johnny talked about fucking you last night? Or how adorable you would look trying to wrap your lips around our cocks–and the tears that would run down that pretty face as we both fucked you till you couldn’t walk–or talk–bet you're a cock drunk bitch when you have the chance, huh?”

This is when you really started to freak out, trying to shove away from him eagerly, “Stop! Get off me! Andy will come back any time.”, and Colin just laughed at your plea, which made you slightly confused.

“Oh Baby, you poor girl, Andy’s the worst of both of us, if you knew all the dirty shit he’s said about you, you’d be crying–or well you already are–your new daddy just wants to pound you into his mattress until you're crying honey, and so much more.”

Your eyes widened at his statement, that couldn’t be, Andy cared about you..right? The thoughts that ran a million miles in your head suddenly got interrupted by another presence entering the room. Johnny.

Crying out for him as Colin licked and sucked on your neck, making you whimper pathetically in the process, “Johnny, please get him off of me..” you said pleadingly.

Johnny stared at you mockingly as he bent down to your level, where you still laid beneath Colin helplessly. He stroked the side of your face teasingly before he said, “Now why would I do that hm? Not when you’re whimpering so sweetly baby.” Colin then let up off you, leaning back into the couch, pulling you into his lap in the process as you felt your thighs subconsciously rub together.

After Johnny made his way beside you and Colin–sandwiching yourself between them as result, he stroked your thigh up and down, slowly making his way to your clothed core, “Look how fucking red you are, just from some teasing hm? you wanna feel me sweetheart? Don’t even try to hide how wet you are–bet you haven’t even had your first kiss yet.”

You had to be slightly surprised at his forwardness, no you haven’t had your first kiss yet, but you just told yourself that you're waiting for the right person. Colin chuckled at Johnny’s antics, this is also when you noticed that Johnny was not wearing a shirt–or pants for a matter of fact, this realization made you feel hotter all over.

Colin leaned over and looked at Johnny, “You know the old man won’t like it if we take her first kiss without him being here."

Johnny rolled his eyes and scoffed, still stroking your thighs, “Fuck that old geezer, I'm taking what's min-” Johnny got cut off by a loud slam of a door and jingling of car keys jingling. You three looked over toward the door to see Andy in the doorway, his arms crossed intimidatingly.

“what's going on here fellas..trying to break her in without me?” Andy said with a smirk as he reached the end of his sentence. He walked over to you slowly, and took your small face into both of his large hands, “And what about you honey? Having fun without daddy, hm? Good thing I’m here now.” He ends the last of his words with a chuckle.

Pleading for help wouldn’t even save you right now, after what Johnny and Colin just confessed to you–especially Andy–all you can do is hope for the best.

A/n: sorry for the short late chapter ya'll (I edited it at the end because the order was fucked up for those who were as confused as me.)

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Here is my collection of my Dark Fics of One-Shots & Drabbles of Andy Barber

Warning: If you are under the age of 18 DO NOT READ. If you have triggers with non/dub con DO NOT READ. All fics will have their own individual warnings. Proceed with caution.

🖤-Dub/Noncon, 🔥- Smut, 💜- Fluff, 😈 - Dark Themes, 💔 - Heartbreak

Inferno - 🖤😈🔥

A/N: DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18 YEARS OLD.

Reblogs & Comments on Tumblr are welcomed and encouraged. 😊💜

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georgiapeach30513 · 2 years

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Just Like the Caged Bird, Part 9

Summary: Andy has a surprise for you

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, PIV sex, unprotected sex, oral sex (M receiving), jealousy, manipulation, sex in public, degradation, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.8K

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You wake to Andy's thick fingers leisurely exploring your body. Your back arches at his touch, making you push your naked ass against his angry and hardened cock. You hum at the feeling, throwing your hand back against his jaw, petting along his beard. He leans forward, peppering kisses along your cheek and an extra special spot behind your ear. "I haven't slept so good in years. It's like you were made to be in my arms."

His fingers drift down to your dripping folds, "And you wake up ready for me. You're so perfect, Songbird,” you hook your leg around him. Giving him ample room to enter you. "No foreplay, Songbird?" "No. Just want to feel you,” you moan out. Your head falls back to his shoulder, inhaling his lingering cologne on his skin. Andy slowly enters his throbbing cock, feeling every inch of your tight walls.

You hiss out, "Shit. You're going to have to pull out," your words are nearly breathless and ragged as he stretches out your cunt.

"You trust me?" Andy's voice comes out taunting. He's annoyed that in the heat of passion this is what you’re thinking about. "Andy...please..." your words come out as whines.

Slamming his hips into your ass he pants out, "I won't hurt you."

Your hand that had been delicately brushing against his beard stills, your fingers grab tightly against his chin. "I need something more concrete than that. Stop." "Anytime, anywhere," he reminds you of the promise you had made the night prior.

"Andy...stop...now." His thrusts into you become more aggressive. "I said I wouldn't hurt you. And I will pull out. Relax. You're ruining this perfect morning."

Snaking his hand down onto your clit, he creates tight circles on the bundle of nerves. "Now, cum on my cock." Overcome with pleasure, you decide to trust Andy. Relaxing into the movements his body makes, eyes scrunching up as the warmth surrounds your stomach. Moaning out his name, like a prayer that you wish to reach the heavens, until the euphoria high smooths over your body.

"Now, since I have to pull out, I'm fucking that pretty mouth of yours. On your knees, Songbird,” your body reacts, going to the floor, waiting on Andy's cock. With a smile you look up at him, achingly slow you lick up the bottom of his dick. He allows you to continue the teasing pace, wanting nothing more than to fuck into you until tears fall from your eyes.

Slowly your head bobs on him. "Hollow out your cheeks, Songbird. When I said fuck your mouth, I meant it."

You listen to his words, waiting for him to crash into your throat repeatedly, searching for his own release. Hands clutching onto his bare ass to steady yourself. Gagging and sputtering with every hard jab he deals to you. Tears form at your eyes as you look up at him. "So pretty, honey. You're fucking gorgeous like this. Such a fucking whore for my cock."

You hear the hitch in his breathing, the tightening of his muscles, and then feel the heat of his cum hitting the back of your throat. Swallowing the tangy saltiness of Andy. Slowly he pulls out of you, and you lick around his cock, gathering any bit of his hot seed that may have been missed. "Those lessons paid off. My perfect little cock slut." Hooking his hands under your arms he pulls you up to him, and you wrap your legs around his waist. Andy slams his lips onto yours, kissing you passionately while tasting himself on your pillowy pout. "Is there a reason you're not on birth control?" "JJ said they made me moody," shamefully you look away from him.

Andy's hands pull your face to look at him. "It's not a secret who you were married to. But I can't have you looking away from me when you bring him up. He was the past. Had I have cared you wouldn't have woken up in my bed. I need you to understand this," you nod your head. "I don't want to push you into something you're uncomfortable with, but out in public any remnants of him cannot be shown. No wedding rings, no dog tags, and at work you'll be Ms. Winchester. Understood?"

"You're changing my last name? Yours is Barber now, though." "I'm not legally changing your last name, yet. Janice knows my birth name. She knows exactly what I used to be known as. In my position a lot of it is appearances. I assumed you would know this," Andy's lips kiss along your face.

"I know. Just didn't think about it. Sorry." "You're okay with all this, right Songbird?" you nod your head, leaning in to peck his lips. "How about some breakfast then?"

Andy drops you off at the apartment, needing to spend his Sunday with Steve as per tradition. Neither one of you want to leave the other. Andy spent the whole Saturday keeping you nice and full. Loving the way his name whimpered off your lips, the way you would beg for his cock, and even the way you placed yourself tightly against him. You want to deny it, but you’re developing more comfort with Andy, even though you know how fast this is.

You walk up the stairs to the apartment, closing the door only to see Bucky in only his boxers making breakfast, and someone in the shower. "Who's in there?" you ask your roommate, voice hoarse and throat sore from the force Andy pounded into you. Bucky only shrugs his shoulders. He didn't bother to get her name the night before.

You are confused by the angry and jealous feeling you have looming up in your belly. You know you have no room to judge when you spent the past two nights with Andy, but you know his name. You actually have a connection with Andy.

You walk into your room closing the door. Arms crossed you tap your foot on the floor. You had really hoped to have a shower when you arrived and a nice Sunday with Bucky. Now you’re sticky and angry.

Once you hear the bathroom door open; you quickly grab clean clothes and run out into the open space. You watch as some giggly redhead walks over to Bucky, trying to rub her hands on his body. "Here you go." Bucky hands her a breakfast sandwich backing away. You attempt not to stare, but the redhead finally notices you.

"Who's she? The girlfriend?" her high-pitched voice asks. You can only laugh.

"Roommate," you deadpan, walking into the bathroom. You take your time with the water wanting to hear anything that may be said. Gritting your teeth, the whole time.

"Now that we have some time alone..." her voice is sickeningly sweet.

"I've got a lot to do. You can go ahead and leave. I can call an Uber if you need," with a huff the redhead leaves, slamming the door behind her. You smile to yourself, and know that it’s so wrong to do so.

"Peach, you can come out of the bathroom now. The big bad bitch is gone," there's nearly humor in Bucky's voice, which only causes you to become even more irritated.

"I need a shower," you call out, already undressing.

"I just thought you were being nosey. Did he feed you? I can make an omelet."

"That sounds amazing. Thanks, Buck. I do actually need a shower," Bucky smiles to himself. He saw the slight jealous rage in your eyes. But why should you be off with a man, while he's at home alone. Missing his sleeping buddy.

You and Bucky enjoy your Sunday. Laughing, watching random movies, you randomly falling asleep on Bucky's arm. Most of your weekend was spent panting. Finally, when you wake, looking around the living room almost forgetting where you were, "Rough weekend with the boyfriend?" Bucky notices the heat in your cheeks, the way your fingers fidget around, and the way you can't actually look at him.

"He's not my boyfriend."

"You just saying that because you haven't had the talk?" Bucky turns on the couch to look at you. The bright green of your eyes looking down while you contemplate what you and Andy actually are. "It's okay. Andy's a decent guy. Great marriage material." "I'm not with him for marriage." "You think the assistant district attorney is just going to have a bed buddy? Appearances. He'll have you working in his office, turning you into his personal sex doll, all the while making you wear different clothes besides jeans and band tees. Kiss the converse goodbye," Bucky sees that you are absorbing all his words. While he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable, he does want you to rethink the choice in Andy Barber. The same jealousy that was in your stomach also resides in his. "He's already got you working at his office, doesn't he?" "He needed an office manager; I only work part time," Bucky smirks, nodding his head. "It's not like that. Andy's kind. He wants to take care of me." "Not judging you, Peach. Him and Steve still do that Sunday thing? That why you here?" you nod. "He actually leaving you alone today, huh?" "For now," both of you laugh. Bucky knows he shouldn't rag on you too much. You were roommates after all. You need to get along.

Bucky's arms wrap tightly around you. You had even graduated to sleeping in the bed. He buries his nose in your neck, breathing in your honey suckle scent. He missed this. It is just easy with you. He's glad that you don't feel the need to sleep alone now that you’re with Andy, regardless of what you say.

A loud banging on the front door booms through the apartment. Your body never stirs. Andy exhausted you through the weekend. Bucky made sure that you drank plenty of water. He saw the blissed out tired eyes when you came home. Smelled the faint scent of his cologne on you, the dark bags under your eyes, and the random blue and red bruises. Finger print bruises on your hips, a hand bruise on your thigh. Even though you tried to keep them covered, Bucky noticed.

He pulls himself out of the comfortable bed, nearly growling that he's being pulled away from you so early. The beating echoes through the living room again. "Coming, coming." Bucky pulls his boxers up a bit higher on his hips.

Opening the door, he sees a nicely dressed man, suit looks expensive as fuck. Sunglasses cover his eyes, and his lips curl up with a smile. Perfectly straight teeth. Behind him stands a tall blonde, she's almost dressed more in luxury than him. "A Miss Winchester here?" "Winchester?" Bucky asks. He turns looking back in the apartment. His bedroom door is open and they can see you clearly from this angle. Still, you sleep peacefully.

"Yes. Can we come in?" the blonde asks.

"Who are you, and what do you want with Peach?" Bucky thinks it's rather odd that they called you by your maiden name.

"Ah, my bad. Tony Stark. That's Pepper. We're partners of Andy's. He asked us to fetch Miss Winchester. He's treating her today."

"Ah. Peach is actually still sleeping. She had a very busy weekend." "I really don't care. I was told to fetch her. We have a tight schedule. Hair, nails, he said she needs a new wardrobe," Tony leans his body around Bucky's wide stature, spotting you sprawled out on the bed. "I don't think Andy would enjoy you sharing a bed with her." Bucky groans, opening the door wider he lets the pair in. "Have a seat. I'll wake her."

Walking into the bedroom he gently shakes your body. "Peach. Peach. Georgia Peach," your eyes stir and you look up at him with a smile and stretch. "You have visitors. I think you need to get dressed." Your body goes stiff, "Who is it?" "Some of Andy's friends," you look out into the living room and see the pair standing and casting judging glances around the apartment. Looking down at your body you realize that you’re only wearing a large shirt and in Bucky's bed.

Sheepishly you walk out in the living room. "Ah, Miss Winchester..." Tony looks down at your body, "Get dressed. My wife Pepper is going to be taking you out, get your hair done, nails done, and selecting a new wardrobe," you look between the two, skeptical of this. Andy never mentioned this. "Andy's treat. Now go on, we'll grab a coffee before we head out."

You glance at yourself in the mirror of Tony and Pepper's car. You’re in a world of your own. Twirling your new hairdo around your finger, you glance down at your now heeled feet, manicured fingernails. It makes sense you should have appropriate attire, but you’re annoyed. The back of the Stark's car is loaded down with various work dresses in black and navy. Cute little bags full of La Perla lingerie. Some you actually got to pick out, some were pre-selected by Andy. You bite on your lips, fiddling with the sheer mesh and collar on your current black dress.

"You don't think this is too short?" you ask Pepper. You actually like the woman. She was encouraging and sweet with every outfit you had tried on. Even helped you with the lingerie.

"No. That was one of the dresses that Mr. Barber pre-selected. So how long have you two been together?" You want to tell her that you’re not together, but even you know that's a lie. You might not have had that conversation, but you know Andy's intentions. Was aware why he spent the money that he did today. He was preparing you to be his perfect girlfriend. "Um, well not long, but I have known him for about ten years." She nods, "Well, he must really care about you. We're taking you back to the apartment. He'll be by to pick you up later."

The pair help you carry up all the bags upstairs. Minus a few. "What's in those?" "We were told to take these to Andy's," That still didn't answer what was in them, but you know you’re not getting any more information. The commotion at the back of the garage cause the three men inside to come out, only catching a glimpse of the three walking upstairs before Tony and Pepper retreat back in the car. "What the hell was that all about? And who is going to your apartment?" Sam asks looking at the Stark's.

"I would assume it was Peach." "It didn't look like her," Steve responds. All three watch as you carefully walk down the stairs. You’re not used to wearing heels, while all three thought you were pretty before they can't deny how grown and different, you look. "Did you get a wild hair or something?" Your candy apple eyes are brighter with your smokey winged liner. Your brightened hair soft and just as glowing as you. "Well, I'm going to be working at Andy's office, and I didn't have anything appropriate to wear," Steve nods his head knowing that eventually Andy would try to change you. He just didn’t think it was coming this soon.

"You look amazing Peach. Not that you didn't before," you and Bucky smile at one another, and you mouth a quick thank you to him.

"Okay, back to work guys. Dove, you do look really good," Sam and Bucky go back into the garage, while Steve stays behind. "Don't let him change you too much though."

You and Bucky sit on the couch and watch Labyrinth. You singing the cheesy songs over to Bucky while you wait on Andy. You had already added your new clothes to the closet, new makeup to your vanity, put up the new toiletries, and even placed your new Tom Ford perfume on the dresser. Anything to busy yourself before Bucky was finished with work. Today was overwhelming for you, so having this moment of quiet peacefulness with your roommate is calming.

You hear the gentle knock on the door and knows it's Andy. Bouncing up to let him in. His bright blue eyes smile at you, and then they darken looking you up and down, loving the way the black dress looks on you curves, and knowing you’re wearing something even sexier underneath.

"Wow," he whispers.

"You didn't have to do this." "Look at it as ten years of missed birthdays. You ready?" you nod. "No need to bring any of your new things," his thick fingers rub down your waist, "I can't wait to taste you again." "Andy," you gasp. "Bucky's in here," he smiles. He doesn't care. Bucky needs to know who you belongs to.

"You bringing her back tonight?" Bucky finally turns looking at them, noticing the stiffness in your back.

"No, not for a few days. It will be easier to get her to work the next few days. I already talked to Clint, and he knows your available days. See ya, Barnes." "Bye Bucky," wrapping his arm around your waist he leads you downstairs. Even opening your door, and buckling you up.

"Shit, I forgot, there is something I wanted you to bring to the house," Andy leaves you in the car before walking upstairs. Not bothering to knock he walks in your room, smiling that you put everything away. Walking back out he makes sure that Bucky sees the baby doll sleeper. Wanting Bucky to know that he was going to be the one that sees you in it .

"Just so we're clear, she's not to be in your bed. Stark told me what he walked into. You better be glad she had on clothes. I could bury you." "I don't want trouble. She can't sleep in a bed by herself, and I can't sleep by myself without having nightmares. Nothing has ever happened." "And nothing ever will. I see the way you look at her, I'm not stupid. You just remember who's the one that is fucking her while she screams out my name. You keep it up, and I'll make sure she doesn't live here anymore. She's mine." "Might want to tell her that." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"Make it clear if you're her boyfriend," Bucky stands, going into his room and harshly closes the door. Andy grunts, spinning on his heels he tries to steady his thoughts. To be fair, they haven't had that conversation, but after tonight, and his gift, he'll make it clear.

He opens the door to the car and hops in. Smiling at his perfect little Songbird. He wraps his hands around your neck, pulling you close for a kiss. He missed the feeling of your lips on him, the taste of you sweet and invigorating. "I missed you. Now, let's get to the restaurant, don't want to miss our reservation."

Andy makes sure that you feel treated. No doubt you’ve never had someone pay this much attention to you. He loves how responsive you are to his words, while you can be a bit on the stand-offish side, he also sees how you want to fully submit into him. He also needs you to realize who you belongs to, and how appearances matter. Thankfully it was only Stark who saw his girl in the bed with another man.

He pulls at you hand, "In the bathroom, now."

While you hesitated, you do follow him. His arm wraps tightly around you, leading you where he wants you. He has wanted to fuck you in this dress since the moment he saw you wearing it. Willing to take you into your room at the apartment, so Bucky could hear how sweet your moans were for him. Picking you up he sets you on the sink, pulling down your new lacey black panties, and stuffing them in his back pocket. Thankfully he was hopeful for this moment and brought a condom. Using his teeth to open the foil, he spits the ripped part off his lips with a puff. Expertly rolling it on his thick cock.

His arm slides around your body, adjusting you before rubbing his tip around your clit, sliding down and moving around your arousal. The mess in between your legs, show him how much you had been thinking about him. Lining himself up to your entrance he pushes himself in, inch by inch. Humming as your warm walls wrap around him. Watching the stretch of you until he bottoms out. "You take me so well, Dove. And you're so fucking tight." Bringing a finger down to your nub, he massages your bundle of nerves. "Gotta make this quick sweet girl. And then I'll have dessert at home," pulling you up to him, he raises your body up to fuck himself. Bouncing your body on him, while you try not to be too loud.

"My perfect fucking slut, aren't you?" "Yes, Andy," you pant. Loving how full you feel of Andy. "One of these days, I'll really fill you up. Make you walk around with my cum dripping out of your throbbing cunt," the mewls that release from your mouth excites Andy even more. Turning he slams your back against the wall. Pounding into you.

"Keep it fucking down, Songbird. We might want to come back here," Andy's cock continuously hits your sensitive spongy spot over and over again, making it near impossible for you to quiet your moans.

"Apparently when we're out I'll just have to fuck your mouth. I promise when we get home...fuck," Andy bites your neck to stifle his own moan. "You can be as fucking loud as you want."

Harshly he pumps into you, wanting you to feel him long after he’s finished. "Gonna cum for me?" you nod yourr head, already seeing stars at how good you feel.

"Cockdrunk so bad, can't even speak. Such a fucking whore. My little slut," his dirty praises cause your eyes to roll in the back of your head, overcome with pleasure. Your walls clench down tight around Andy’s shaft, and he knows you’re about to come. His hand covers your mouth, anticipating your screaming moans. You come undone, and Andy continues pumping into you, until his spunk fills up the condom. He’s gonna have to find a way for you to let him spill in you. He wants nothing more than to see his seed leak out of your cunt. And for him to give you what Jensen couldn’t, a family.

His forehead presses against yours, and he takes a few deep calming breaths. Grunting when he pulls out of you and sets you back down. Placing a hand on your arm, to steady yourself. He hates wasting his spend. Andy ties up the latex, before tossing it into the bin, admiring his handy work.

"Looks like we need to head home early. My little slut is blissed out aren't ya?"

"Uh-huh," your body comes closer to Andy, burying your face in his chest, with a gentle whimper. You love the way he feels wrapped around you. Making you feel so safe with his muscular arms holding you tight.

"Let's pay and leave, that way I can fuck you properly."

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