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babysunhaze · 4 years

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my pretty baby. (part one)

Andy Barber x Asian!Reader

Summary: After months spent admiring him from afar, the urge to constantly keep close to the most enigmatic man in the neighborhood might just bring you the trouble you wished for.

Warnings: Smut. Facial.

A/N: a sweet gift for all the Andy Barber fangirls. also, this is an asian!reader fanfic and dedicated to all my poc readers. please leave a little comment if you enjoyed and are excited for part 2!

The sunlight caught on his wedding band and it made your heart ache. For him, and for all the other girls around the world in the same situation as yours, the kind who fell in love with the forbidden. The one man you shouldn’t want or even dream about was standing in your living room, casually leaning against the fireplace and keeping watch with the other parents.

Today was your birthday. Your eighteenth, and apparently the sweetest one a girl can have in her lifetime (those words coming directly out of your mother’s mouth). She didn’t even mention inviting Jacob to your party! But Jacob wasn’t the real issue here really, it was more the standing figure behind him that made you shiver. His dad. Andy Barber.

You’ve never had it that bad for someone in your entire life. Everything about his existence made your heart beat faster against your ribcage and the way his baby blue orbs sometimes fixed on your mouth or your collarbone made you want to jump with adrenaline. When you watched him, you saw the restraint in his body like he fought against his baser, darker needs. He throws his head back when he laughs and his flashing rows of white teeth makes you clench your thighs and you can feel the cotton underwear soaking through with your embarrassing need for him. God, how could he have this much effect on you?!

You try to slip away from the party without getting too much attention and hurriedly head on over to your bathroom to take care of it. This sickness that captures you. The door is closed behind and your legs rests against the cooling marble flooring while your two fingers tentatively slide over the underwear. You stretch and plunge and twist until all you can think about is him…his thick ones replacing yours while his kisses taste like menthol and honey. Just when you’re close to the brink of finishing, a hard knock resonates against the door and you almost scream in surprise when you open and see him on the other side.

you’re caught off-guard and he’s buzzing with something dangerous, the tension around the room cutting edge making you blush all over. You know he sees it. Your disheveled state, out of breath and cheeks rosy from the shameful act you just committed.

his huge and intimidating frame is making you tremble and for a second you just think about excusing yourself and running away from all of it. But before you can even say a word, his rough hand block your view and presses against your eyes. You are panicked, in the dark and blind with only his clenched breath next to your ear.

You hear the jingle of his unbuckled belt and his hard body pressed against your back. Oh god. You moan when you feel him placing himself between your legs and the harsh slap against your behind makes you moan embarrassingly louder and it echoes throughout the small bathroom.

It’s filthy, the sound of his cock sliding in and out between your thighs and you are overwhelmed with him - his smell of shaving cream and cedar and his grunts and ragged groans. It’s too much. You come all over yourself and he places a punishing kiss on your lips before making you kneel and fisting himself while thick strikes of creamy white catch on your tongue.

When you regain your senses, your knees are still planted on the floor and the tang on your mouth makes you chuckle blissfully. You go downstairs and smile like the happiest birthday girl and when you close your eyes and wish upon a star over the birthday candles….what a sweet birthday indeed.

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babysunhaze · 4 years

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my beloved,

Summary: A daily look into Rick and Michonne’s winding down ritual each night.

A/N: ahhh i absolutely love my otp; if you lovelies enjoy it don’t forget to like and reblog and tell me if you want a part 2!

also tagging @siancore @virellya because i love their blog!

The end of day came near and Rick had just finished his run out for daily provisions and a pack of mint toothpaste that Michonne especially asked him to bring back if he could; but he had a way of always finding whatever sorts of things she wanted and he could never say no to her or the languid kiss he anticipated each time as a reward.

As he climbed the stairs of their home, he thought about the cold shower that awaited him after a long hard day and a smile formed on his face when he remembered that Michonne would join him home any minute now, her days spent with Maggie and building their newfound future. The sharp icy water slid against his tense shoulders and the slight ripple sound of water hitting the titled wall relaxed him and he allowed himself to let go of all the day’s weariness and grime that came from killing walkers.

When he came out of the shower, his hair slicked back and a fresh white shirt that his wife ironed for him in the morning — Michonne was already waiting for him on their bed with a drowsy smile. They always waited for each other to get in bed and fall asleep in each other’s arms.

He blew away the last candle light and joined her in bed.

Michonne brought a kiss to her husband’s lips and felt his tongue slowly sliding in her mouth and exploring even deeper. She missed his taste. All day, they were usually away from each other as their tasks were both different and this was their moment to cherish and bask in their love.

Her legs parted for him and she felt his fingers preparing to go inside when she pushed them away.

Rick paused to look at her and her head went from side to side.

“I’m already wet enough,” she murmured against his ear.

She felt his breath getting harsher and his hard jaw clenching against her cheek. She wanted it rougher today and he knew it. The feel of his rugged hands rested against her thighs made her heart beat a little faster and she gave him a kiss on the temple, her signal for him to keep going.

The sound of his sharp thrusts against her filled the whole room, and she was almost ashamed from the wet slaps from her arousal. She loved that he needed her. Needed this to wind down at the end of the day. That he was also a man with needs, and that she was the one to take care of them.

He grabbed her face and whispered roughly, “Look at me, baby”.

Her insides clenched around him when she saw his clear blue eyes looking directly in her eyes, the realization that he was her husband, that he was hers, her Rick — made her come and shatter for him.

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babysunhaze · 4 years

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boosting repost! also tagging @honeychicanawrites and @orphiclittleone because i love their blog so muchhh ah 💫 please tell me if you enjoy it for part 2 🥀🥰

girlhood;

Summary : For your eighteenth birthday, Steve plans an innocent and romantic evening out in couple. But like the devil you are, you won’t let him be in peace.

Warnings : Smut, age gap, older steve

A/N : hello my loves ! if I see people enjoy this fic, i’ll consider posting a part 2!!

You admit you tease him too much. But to your defense, he was in way over his head the moment he fell in love with you. You were the kind of girl who had a bitter sweetness to her, and you had him exactly where you wanted him, wrapped around your little finger. Steve was a noble man, much too noble for your own taste and it doesn’t help that you’re way too young for him, a baby who is on the brink of adulthood. He never pushed far enough, never even initiated anything beyond kissing. You were the one who always craved for a little more, chasing the taste of his tongue every time he resists you. It was going to be your eighteenth birthday today, and you knew exactly what you wanted for your gift. Steve was going to give in, hell by the time you were done with him, he would be begging to tear you apart.

You paint one last coat of cherry lip gloss while checking yourself out in the mirror as the doorbell rings downstairs. Your excitement is at its maximum capacity and you cheerfully grab your keys before heading for the door. When you open and see Steve on your doorstep, your heart flutters into tiny little butterflies for this man, too good for this world. His smile curls up at the side when he sees you, and he puts you on his back while your legs swing on either side of his hips and he tells you about his day all the way until you make it to the movies near your neighborhood. Once you’re inside, you immediately turn to him with anticipation for your pocket money to buy snacks and he gives it to you while pinching your cheek before leaving to save your seats. You get a cherry coke and some buttered popcorn, and you never forget to buy starbursts, your favorite candy of choice.

Steve waves at you from afar and you slightly hurry to go sit next to him before the movie starts. You pop some popcorn into your mouth and you put your head on his shoulder, feeling giddy because you are still a teenage girl at heart. Several minutes pass before you decide to hold his hand, Steve thinks nothing of it and continues to watch the movie. You start by swiftly putting his much bigger, rugged hand into your panties — you cannot help yourself around him, it’s not your fault that this man is too handsome, too charming, too polite, too everything for his own good. You whimper into his jacket while you continue to rub yourself all over his hand, his eyes completely blown out and dilated now while he feels his hand all sticky from your juices. You grin a bratty smile, awaiting your punishment any minute now.

The force of his hand pulling you up forces you to get up from your seat and he walks furiously before heading for the bathroom and pushing you into a stall. Your heart is pounding and you’re so turned on your knees are almost shaking. His strength turns you on. Knowing that no one can help you and he can take you however he sees fit turns you on.

“There are no bargains between grown-ups and babies,” Steve harshly grunted as he tilts your chin up while tugging his cock towards your pouty lips. “You will kneel and you will fucking enjoy it.” Your tongue grazes your teeth, smiling inside at your victory while your knees start to hurt from the titled bathroom floor. Yes, you think to yourself, there can be no mercy for a depraved angel like me.

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babysunhaze · 4 years

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girlhood;

Summary : For your eighteenth birthday, Steve plans an innocent and romantic evening out in couple. But like the devil you are, you won’t let him be in peace.

Warnings : Smut, age gap, older steve

A/N : hello my loves ! if I see people enjoy this fic, i’ll consider posting a part 2!!

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babysunhaze · 4 years

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babysunhaze · 4 years

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some kind of twisting butterflies.

Summary : You and Steve are a happily settled down couple. But you long for something else that he keeps hidden inside of him. Maybe he’ll give it to you if you push the right buttons.

Warnings : Smut, slightly dark Steve

A/N : hello my loves ! i hope you enjoy this new one and i would recommend listening to shameless by camila cabello as you read it ♡ leave a little feedback if you want ♕

You stand on his boots and give him a kiss each time when he comes home. This is your usual routine, and the one Steve adores the most. You could tell he loves adoring and doting on you but for today, you decide you want some other kind of loving. The kind where you would hurt from walking tomorrow and you dream of bruising on your knees, your cheeks slightly rosy when you imagine his taste on your tongue. Your eyes are alight with a new kind of fantasy on your mind, and you cannot wait for your Stevie to rough you up.

All day you have been occupied, determined to put your little “plan” into action and make this evening unforgettable. You exactly want to push the right buttons and see him lose control, it wouldn’t be fun to have some loving-soft-gentle making love session as always right ? The dinner is already set on the table, mushroom chicken and buttered potatoes making your saliva drool. Even though you know you’ll eat them as leftovers for breakfast, the evening already planned for something else that’ll leave your toes shaking.You get a last look at yourself in the mirror, your bright white skater skirt and light pink cotton blouse guaranteed to make him crazy. As you hear his heavy footsteps and the sound of keys jingling, you run at godspeed downstairs toward the front door and Steve has a bright grin on his face when he lifts you up and gives you a mind-blowing kiss. He tastes so good and you smack his shoulder playfully, because why is this man so perfect ?!

You both sit at the table, ready to eat dinner but you can feel the tension already in the room, his eyes darkly roaming all over you and he fixes on your skirt while clenching his hands so hard that they almost turn white against the wooden table. He knows what kind of game you want to play tonight. He exhales slowly, smiling while rolling up his sleeves and a shiver runs at the base of your spine. He gets up from his seat and lifts you up, your legs immediately curling around him. He kisses your temple gently, his last act of kindness before flipping you onto the table. He is behind you now, his fingers in you already prepping and stretching you for his cock. Color stains your cheeks and you can’t believe he knows you so well, knows what you need without words. Once he sees you’re clearly wet enough, he enters you in one rough thrust and your mouth is wide open, vision already blurring with your tears. He braces his feet wider, taking yours along with them. Leaving your legs spread wider. So wide. Your flesh impossibly open and vulnerable to the thrusts he inflicts one after the other. His forearm wraps around your stomach, and you dig your toes into his boots, pushing higher so you wouldn’t miss one inch of the incredible impact.

“Steve,” you moaned, seeking out his mouth for a kiss. He gives it to you so good, growling deep in his throat as he rolled into a harsher pace, and you knowing exactly how to angle your hips so that you were rubbing on his cock every time you moved. “I’m going to come so fast. I can’t help it. Missed you too much. All day I kept thinking about this.”

“What have I gotten myself into, you little vixen ?” The love inside him expanding to give in to a little darkness he always keeps in check. This thing had always been there, ready to bleed into the feelings you’ve always stirred up, but Steve’s instinct set it free for today. To plunder. Because his soul told him that his girl needed it. He brought his mouth over to your ear, breathing against it. “If my baby wants a monster, that’s what I’ll give her. Do you want me to fuck you like a little slut ? Is. This. What you Need ?” He punctuates each word with a sharp thrust and you start to cry from the pleasure, too overwhelmed with it. “Yes,” you cried out, riding him hard. “That’s what I need, Stevie.”

“Done.” He replies like a good soldier, ready to take on his duty. Because you are. His to please and protect. Steve begins to lift his hips in deep thrusts, and he increases his pace, gaining more and more momentum. He is in danger of peaking first, so he undoes the top three buttons of your blouse, pushing aside the material to suck your nipples through the thin cotton of your bra — your pussy seizes up around him, broken versions of his name on your lips as your head shook against your dinner table.

Without thinking about it, you take Steve’s hand and put it on your throat while slightly riding the rest of your release. You open your eyes and see the wolfish haze that covers his eyes, clutching your throat more tightly and driving his cock even more deeper into your insides. One-two-three more pumps before you feel something warm and sticky inside you and you feel more satisfied than ever. You immediately get on your knees, tongue sticking out to catch the rest of his release into your mouth. You feel it, some kind of twisting butterflies in your stomach only after he fucks you this rough. He kisses you all over your body starting from the tips of your toes making his way up to your temple. He carries your exhausted body to your bedroom and you feel like a real princess in his arms. And he says goodnight before tightly hugging you in his arms and nudging his face onto your hair. With his thigh between your legs and his smell all over you, you finally close your eyes with a sigh of contentment.

The next morning, as you gently exhale and turn over, your heart swells in your chest at the sight next to you, Steve’s blonde locks all over the pillow and his little harsh breaths that make his ripped stomach go up and down. Your angel soldier, you think to yourself. You marvel in the fact that you have a man who can fuck you as hard as you want but also adore and protect you. As you caress his cheek and a smile slightly forms on his face, you realize that you exist to please him, to make him happy, to give him everything he wants. And for a man like him, you would be pleased to do even more.

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babysunhaze · 4 years

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maybe i could save you from your sins.

Summary : you live a perfectly normal life, unaware of someone who is constantly watching you. a man who brings a storm with him and destroys everything along his path.

Warnings : light smut, stalker!steve, slightly dark!steve

A/N : 1233 words. this is a fic written for those of us who get turned on by a little fear in their lives ;) please leave me a little comment if you enjoyed it or feedback i love reading them. also i would recommend listening to “need you like that” by EZI while you read for an even more pleasurable experience ♡ without any further delay, enjoy my loves.

The scent of baked chocolate cookies wafts through the kitchen as you take them out of the oven, your saliva almost drooling knowing that you will devour them after cleaning up the dishes. After finishing your chores for the day, you decide to reward your hard work with a good book that you just picked up from the library and a hearty plate of the delicious cookies you just made. You curl up against the seat niched against your window and enjoy your morning as always, unaware of the man watching you from across the street, his blue eyes fixated on your smile and the way your pouty lips are wrapped against each cookie when you take a bite.

After hours of reading, you finally close your book and trail your fingers against the slightly cracked spine as a satisfied sigh leaves your lips. You stand up and decide to go upstairs when you catch sight of a motorcycle parked in front of your street, which was slightly unusual around your neighborhood and you make a mental note of it. You wake up your golden retriever, Jamie who can always be found on your bed, consistently in a deep slumber. He follows behind you and and you both take the stairs as an easy laugh comes out of your mouth when you see his tail wagging excitedly, knowing that it is time for his walk. You take the leash and adjust it on Jamie while he licks your nose and drools all over your denim skirt. Once you see that your dog is ready, you finish by grabbing your keys and head out the door.

An hour later, you come back from walking Jamie and close your front door as you finally release your dog’s leash but to your surprise, he stays next to you and starts to whine toward the stairs. Your eyebrows are knitted in confusion but you decide to leave your dog alone and go upstairs to get a hot shower and change your clothes. You get to your bedroom and close the door behind you when you almost scream in surprise at the man sitting on your bed. His head turns slowly towards you and the adrenaline starts to kick in making you flight immediately but as you turn the doorknob, he is already behind you his large palm engulfing your mouth and his hard body trapping you in his arms.

He whispers hoarsely that he will not hurt you, by any means but he just wants to watch you, just for today. Your heart beats like a train wreck, the pulse around your ears is ringing and your temperature is dangerously high. Before you can even utter a word, he pushes you on the soft mattress and you finally get the chance to properly look at him. He steals your breath away; you never could have imagined that an intruder would look like a perfect man literally but he does with his familiar golden locks, high cheekbones, and blueish eyes that are dilated from want. Wait a minute….familiar? Yes you’ve seen him before, multiple times even, at the library you go to every week to pick up new books and he always takes the same seat next to you when you decide to stay there and read. You are sweating profusely, confused at what he wants from you, but then you hear the clinking sound of his belt and his hand clutches your denim skirt and bunches it up until he can see your panties. He grunts harshly and spits on his hand to lube his length all the while looking directly into your frightened eyes. You know it would be wrong to be turned on, you know it and you hate yourself but you feel a wet spot already forming in your underwear. He suddenly turns you on all fours, and for a brief second you’re extremely afraid of what he could do, but you let out a moan as he places himself between your plump thighs and his cock starts to move directly underneath your core, the fabric of your panties adding to the friction even more. It feels so immoral and you can’t help but be turned on by your fear, by the fact that you trust this stranger to use your body as he pleases. The force of his thrusts make you cling on to your sheets and you come all over yourself when you see a glimpse of his bare cock rubbing against your thin panties. He turns you on your back and his eyes go all over your face, as if he cannot believe he is really doing this. He looks so magnificent and torn with need with his hand pumping up and down, that you decide to give him relief and you stick out your tongue for him while giving him a light squeeze on his thigh signaling him to come. Steve almost dies on the spot when he sees the sight of your pink tongue out, and he comes all over your mouth.

There is a moment of ultimate silence, like the world utterly stopped because of this man, this complete stranger that came bringing a storm along with him while he destroys everything along his path. He calmly gets up from your bed, gets a tissue from your bedside table, wipes your mouth with it and cleans up himself with the rest of the tissue. He places his jacket on your small body before he closes the door gently behind him. His musky taste is still inside your mouth and you sigh dreamily like you’re in love. Even though he is wrong for you in every possible way, you cannot help but smell the black leather jacket that he left to cover you, the scent of clean shaven body wash and woody aftershave that is too addictive for your poor little heart. The kind of scent that belongs only to him and leaves heartbreak everywhere it goes.

Before it is too late, you spring up from the bed and run toward your bedroom window which gives you a view of the street and consequently the motorcycle that you saw this morning parked right in front of your house. Except you know its owner now. You heart flutters when he climbs on it, and he looks just like your perfect kind of drug with his golden hair and blue eyes that look upwards to fix you. watch you. Always to watch you.

When he comes back to his house, Steve is exhilarated more than he’s ever been in his life. His skin burns all over and all the blood rushes directly from his head to his length. He curses under his breath and runs directly toward his bathroom to take a cold shower. He doesn’t even bother to take his clothes off, thinking only about emptying himself. As the water soaks his white shirt and clings to his ripped stomach, he unfastens his pants and runs his hand up and down, clenching his bottom lip while he thinks about your pink tongue sticking out only for him. As the white streaks of cum paint the titled wall of his shower, Steve smiles to himself and thinks that maybe you are the one, the one who could save him from his sins.

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a given blade.

Summary : on a stormy evening, you are awaiting his return and you are lost about whether or not you are experiencing a dream or a nightmare every time you see Steve, a god that comes to you every night.

Warnings : light smut, slighly dark!steve

A/N : 879 words. this is my first fanfic that i’ve ever written and i hope you enjoy my portrayal of steve as a god ;)

A struck of thunder suddenly roars across the sky as you await his return. Your breath comes out more harshly than you intend it to, some droplets of water fall from your freshly-showered hair onto the carpet and you cannot help but shiver from the breeze that comes out from your window as you close it to protect yourself from the newly incoming storm. You fall across your bed, making yourself comfortable and the warm silk behind your back lulls you to sleep.

The world shifts around you, everything feels too heavy, and your skin sweats profusely. All at once, you know it’s him. You can feel it in the air, in the way his heavy footsteps mount the stairs that lead to your bedroom. It feels like he is giving you a warning, preparing you for his wrath, you even shiver at the thought of his presence. Steve starts by slowly massaging your feet as he makes his way up and places his hand over your navel. Your eyes are closed, you try to pry them open but an unknown force is forcing them to stay in darkness. His kiss tastes like honey and slight mint, you struggle for air as his tongue slides in and devours your entire mouth. You feel his teasing smile as he pulls away and your heart skips a beat as you picture a flash of white teeth, a wolfish man that admires his prey at his mercy.

Every sense inside you is on high alert, the fact that your eyes are restrained to darkness heightening all the sensations on this stormy night. You know he enjoys it, deep down, he loves that you feel lost at whether or not any of this is real, whether or not this is your worst nightmare disguised in a dark paradise. The bed creaks under his heavy weight and he lifts you as if you’re a rag doll, made only for his pleasure. You feel small and vulnerable, and he pries open your legs making way for his bulging thigh to rest under your very flimsy cotton shorts; he urgently shoves three of your fingers in his mouth and starts to flex his leg as he hums to signal you to move. Your cheeks are completely flushed and you whimper at the friction of his bare skin against your clothed core and you cannot help but moan every more at the idea of the dirty act you are committing, how it must all look from the outside, Steve entirely naked while you’re in your pajamas, his mouth greedily sucking your fingers as you grind on his thigh.

A wet spot starts to form in your underwear and he chuckles out, “did my baby wait for me all night ? All innocent and precious and unaware of the danger that lurks when she falls asleep ? I know better than to involve myself with humans but I simply cannot resist you, my little prize” he murmurs to himself as he parts the hair around your ear and licks a spot along your throat where the pulse beats insanely fast, all due to him. He becomes impatient and plunges two fingers deep in your heat and you fail to breathe, the air sucked out of you by his sudden intrusion as you grip his shoulders. You cannot see him but you hear his muffled moan every time you press more onto him, it’s like your mere touch can affect him, and he looks like a possessed man driven by need as he inhales your scent at the base of your neck.

His fingers are in a scissoring motion now, pumping in and out without relent and you clutch on the silky strands of his hair for dear life, your mouth hovering over his, the tempo of his harsh breath matching yours as he pumps himself in his palm. You hear the faint wet slapping sound as you imagine his veined hand going up and down his length, watching you, waiting only for you to end his misery, and knowing that you can have this effect on him, you writhe against his body and finally find your release. As you’re still regaining your spirits, he flips you onto your back, push your top upwards, and comes all over your bare stomach. You feel tired and stripped of all your energy but the last thing you remember before falling asleep is a kiss on your temple and a deep chuckle that makes your heart beat a little more. As he leaves, Steve looks at this human girl, her soft sighs and the white streaks of cum that are still painted over her stomach, so delicate and innocent and made just for him, his personal blade fashioned to render him weak.

The first rays of sunshine filter through you window and upon waking, you see a reflection of yourself in the mirror, all rosy-cheeks and sparkly eyes and as you drag your fingers across your lips you wonder how an ordinary girl like you caught the attention of a god. Suddenly, without knowing what comes over you, your knees scrape the bristles of the carpet-covered floor and you impatiently pray for his return, a knowing smile adorning your face when you look up, a simple human girl given for him.

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