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|| The Storms ||

Description: A day in the life of the Storm family.

Pairing: Dad!Johnny Storm | Mom!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Johnny Storm.

Warning(s): None of the explicit sort. Fluff, Johnny and his spawns being proper little menaces, stressed out human mom Y/n, mild marital affection, authoritative father!Johnny towards the end, d/s undertones.

Note: Yes, this is very much a coping fic lmfao. The reason why this doesn't have a teaser is because it was supposed to be a drabble. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

Read the nsfw part 2 here.

MASTERLIST

Getting to trust and then dating Johnny storm was one thing. But marrying him and having kids with him?

One word.

Chaotic.

And as your youngest (at the moment) burst into the scorching flames all of your others had also done at her age, you had to step back before pinching the bridge of your nose to attempt composure. The smell of burning cloth and wood hit your nose before the alarm went off and water sprayed out, causing you to close your eyes as you focused on your breathing to remain calm.

You liked to believe you had rather mastered your ability to cope with your little superhuman family's antics.

"Hey, little Princess~" you heard your husband's much proud and smug coo from behind you before you could call out for him. Good. Your daughter who was still very much orange and in flames giggled and clapped her chubby little hands at the sight of her father, the fire control system having extinguished everything around her but not quite the source.

"Dada!" The little ball of fire reached out for Johnny, the cause of all of this, and cackled along with the man when he easily picked her up as she was, unfazed by the heat. And though he absolutely adored his kids anyways, your husband was especially sweet right now.

Because it was a triumphant moment for him.

Ever since your eldest had inherited his power, you two betted everytime you got pregnant whether the next baby would be like you or him.

And you had just lost yet again.

It seemed your genes did not even try against your husband's extraordinary ones.

"Ohhh look at this here little Bree Storm following into her Daddy's footsteps!" You rolled your eyes and sighed, spinning on your heels before trudging to the kitchen while your husband baby-talked to your daughter.

Great.

You loved your family and were very grateful for them.

But it would be nice if at least one of your kids took after you and your ordinariness.

Because five hyperenergetic, extremely naughty and robust superhuman children along with their father who was honestly no better than them at times were a tad bit much for a very human you at times.

And as you stepped into the kitchen, the scene unfolding before you pushed aside any guilt regarding the annoyance that you were feeling in this moment.

Because Torus, your eldest (8), who had recently learnt how to fly was bolting across the expanse of the kitchen as he urged his successor, Axel (6), to follow into his stance, instructing her on how she could trigger the flight.

The son you had had after them, Sonny (5), was happily sitting on a counter and swinging his legs back and forth with the marshmallow jar placed next to him as he fished one out, s'mored it and then put it in his mouth.

The older of your youngest ones, Jacqui (4) was 'drawing' on a fine, much expensive canvas (if you said so yourself) that Johnny had gotten her when he had realized her artistic edge. The girl was seated in the safest spot as opposed to her siblings; on the floor. Only, she was using her hot red index finger to trace the patterns into the surface of the canvas instead of on it.

You willed your widened eyes into closing again as you did another breathing exercise, the water from the fire extinguisher system still dripping down your nose that was so accustomed to the smell of fire that you didn't even mind it much anymore.

Now your mind contemplated whether or not to call Johnny for help. Because it was a running challenge between you two that all of Daddy's babies needed him, which included you; the original one. But you liked to deny and prove that you could manage it on your own without him and did not need his constant help to handle your own kids.

Except you did, but you would never admit it.

Though when Torus hit one of the lights that hung from the ceiling like the brat he was -something Johnny said the boy inherited from you, like he himself was any better- and almost knocked the cover and his own eye out, you decided pride could wait for now.

"Johnny!" You bellowed, causing the little deviants to look up with a startle only to start giggling when they realized that it was just you. A pout made its way on your lips as you huffed. Unbelievable!

"Yes, sweeth…" Your husband appeared in the doorway after having put Bree in one of Jacqui's old rompers.

Your kids' clothes were all made of the same material as that of Johnny's uniform that they had managed to recreate at the lab. This was done to prevent wastage of the expensive baby clothes that he liked to personally shop for every child independent of your buyings.

But this time around you had only bought regular clothes as you had felt sure Bree was like you.

Oh, Johnny was so gonna tease your futile confidence for months!

The bratty lot squealed and bolted past you to hide behind their dad, pretending to cower from your nonexistent wrath. "DADDY, SAVE US!" They cried in unison, drowning out your husband's voice in their playful cries that had a mix of knowing giggles and plotting hushed whispers in them.

You crossed your arms over your chest as you pursed your lips tightly, shaking your head while eyeing them with an unimpressed look.

This was routine.

They would cause all kinds of chaos known to man and then the moment you tried to put your foot down -which was hard enough for you as it was because their faces that were such a perfect and synchronized mix of the one you loved so much in addition to your own were very hard to stay mad at-, Daddy was being summoned and put between your bodies like a rock.

Oftentimes a traitorous rock for you, if you said so yourself.

All their personalities were variants of his and Johnny made his pride and support for his naughty little clones very obvious.

"Ho, ho, ho!" You heaved another sigh as you shook your head at the comical way your husband widened his brilliant blue eyes. "What is this that I am hearing?! What is going on?!" Johnny deepened his voice to mimic an authoritative one. "Daddy demands an explanation for this cruel commotion!" As the brats cheered, your annoyed eyes turned to him and his playfully puffed out chest deflated fast.

Pushing one hip out, you raised an eyebrow and put a foot out to tap against the ground, cocking your head to the side. "You do, do you, Daddy?" The firmness in your tone had him spring up and turn to the kids to shush them like the most obedient husband ever.

"That was for you little miscreants!" Now it was your turn to be smug as you smirked and jutted your chest out proudly. "You know the rule! No one misbehaves with Mommy and everyone obeys her!" The kids whined and tossed themselves left and right, the little lot now shuffling away from him and in your legs to be saved from the cruelty of their father.

"Sorry, mommyyyyy!" You could not help but snicker as you shook your head at the wailing cuties, nodding at Johnny to stop when he went to reprimand them further only for your sake as you knew he did not like doing it on his own account.

"To the breakfast table, all of you!" As the group shuffled before marching to their ordered destination like the most well-behaved little superhumans ever, you knew there was strength in numbers.

"So you see, Mommy…" A silent gasp escaped you when your husband's huge and hot hand crept along your waist from behind before grasping one of your hips, mouth against the shell of your ear. "All of Daddy's babies need him" Bree, who was still enveloped in one of his arms, giggled and clapped as if in agreement. The baby girl loved to see you two just existing together in marital bliss.

You snorted and rolled your eyes -a habit that had gotten you in trouble with him a handful of times- before holding your hands out for your toddler who gladly eased down and into your hold. "Well then," you paused to peck at your daughter's feather-soft rosy cheek. "Daddy should sit his big butt down and eat up so he can remain strong for his babies" your daughter cackled when Johnny clicked his tongue in disapproval after doing one of his dramatic gasps only for you to pinch him by the ear before dragging him behind you and towards your spawns.

"Language, please– wooaaah!" Bree's siblings joined in on the giggling and you couldn't help but follow suit when Johnny's big body awkwardly flailed as it bent downwards in your direction to keep up, plopping down in the Daddy chair at his end of the table when you finally approached it.

"Now, honey" you said after putting your toddler in her high chair and placing her baby plate in front of her, approaching your husband's seat as you waited for him to finish serving the kids. Your hands rested on his broad shoulders as he went along joking and scooping.

"Yes, my sweets?" That earned him collective cringed out retches from the older kids and you. "Hmmm…" You could just imagine his conspiratorial smirk. "I don't know why but it smells like grounding season in here" Bree unknowingly blinked at her siblings' denying whines as she chomped on her baby food. "That's what I thought." You rolled your eyes at Johnny's smug snicker as he reinforced his authority, reveling in the apologies that were presented to him.

You waited for the commotion to die down before speaking. "Hun, would you be so kind as to tell our superkids about what we have decided?" Johnny took a bite of his toast that you shook your head at since he offered it to you first, nodding with a hum and clearing his mouth out with a swallow before he continued on with your request.

"Of course, dear" he twisted a little to give the first forkful of his eggs to you as you weren't eating yet. "Okay, now." Facing your extraordinary lot, Johnny began. "Mommy and I have been discussing this for quite some time now and we have come to a mutual agreement" if it were not for Johnny now using his dad voice, you could just imagine Sonny asking him what mutual meant and then Torus calling him stupid only for Axel to defend her favorite brother and the conversation fading into chaos.

But no one messed with Daddy when he meant business.

A blush crept up your cheeks at the thought.

The contrast between his usual bubbly self and authoritative father when it was needed was something even you had to admit was impressive.

And extremely attractive.

You were more the pushover parent, helpless at the hands of your maternal impulses and the softheartedness that you had for the brats. But Johnny… He could play around as the fun parent all day long and then put his foot down as a strict father like it was nothing.

Only he could have your deviants all line up in place like it wasn't his spoiling them that turned them into the little brats that they were in the first place.

But you did not actually mind their natures because, not that you were the sappy pro-birth kind of a weirdo mom, they were the best thing you had ever done.

For they were the product of the love and bond that you shared with the best man you had ever had the pleasure of knowing.

Johnny.

Your Johnny.

You slightly jumped as Jacqui squealed at something your husband said only to lower her head and mutter out an apology when Johnny glanced at her, the ordeal breaking you out of your reverie. You could swear your kids had better intelligence and coherence than other kids their ages.

"Thank you, Jacqui" he firmly nodded at the girl who could pass off as his literal doppelganger because of how alike their faces were, only hers had a femininity to it. "Now, back to the discussion; house rules" though none of them whined, the scowls on their faces made you snort. "I am sorry, Mommy" you bit your lip as he only half turned his head to look over his shoulder. "But will you care to share what was so funny about that?" Your cheeks pinked and suddenly you were nothing but his little girl again.

"N- Nothing, sir" that was the name he was called by the one who misbehaved.

"I see" the edge to his tone made you mirror Jacqui until he turned away. "So, as I was saying before I was interrupted by two of my best girls…" He shot you both one last firm look before continuing. "Torus, no more flying in the house, buddy. We have been over this a couple times already at this point and…" The boy peeked up at his father through his thick blonde fringe as he munched on his cherry tomato. "Not cool" Johnny shook his head for emphasis. "It's a safety hazard."

You hummed in agreement, nodding authoritatively like you hadn't just been handled in a similar manner.

"And everything that is dangerous like showing cool little tricks to the neighbors' kids" Axel lowered her head as her father's gaze set on her to make her feel called out. "Or making s'mores yourself" Sonny hid his face behind his plate when the older man leaned towards him. "Or using anything other than paints and colors to draw" Jacqui was pouting exactly like the man speaking to her did when he was annoyed, playing with her eggs quietly. "Will get you in serious trouble" he paused momentarily. "But above all, misbehaving with or disobeying Mommy, who looks after you all day long and loves you all so much, will earn you a talk with me from now on" they visibly shuddered at the thought.

Johnny clapped his hands in a concluding manner now. "So I advise we all be good from now and respect her" then his stern tone changed to a more heartfelt one. "Because we can seriously hurt her if we're not careful" you softly pouted and squeezed his shoulders a little, feeling a bit conscious of your differences all of a sudden. "Now you guys don't want to hurt your Mama, do you?" The way they vehemently shook their little heads at once made your heart swell and you cooed, forgetting all about your momentary insecurity.

"No, Mommy!" Torus and Sonny reassured you.

"We love you so much!" Axel, being the most emotionally intelligent one, looked nearly concerned.

"Never wanna hurt you, Mama" Jacqui's earnest words made your heart melt and you were enveloping her in your arms before you knew it.

"Oh, sweetie. I know you don't" kissing her forehead, you reached for Sonny as he was making grabby hands for you from beside her. And before you knew it, Axel and Torus came rushing to you from across the table, the bunch wrapping around you as kisses and reassurances were showered on you.

Though you couldn't see it, Johnny was smiling at the sight before him with pure adoration in his eyes as your giggles rang in the kitchen that had been witness to nearly every sound of your lives.

Disagreements, chatter, laughter, cries, make ups, retches, moans, coos, wails, chuckles and love.

Pure, concentrated, genuine, tender, ever-strong, unconditional love.

"SUPERHUMAN SANDWICH!" As Johnny did his loud and deep monster voice before jumping up to collect Bree in his arms to collapse on you all to create a tangle of limbs, you craned your neck backwards to look up at his billion dollar smile. Your husband's laughter mixed with that of your kids as you held them tight, feeling your heart swell but only momentarily since you had to break into a series of alarmed shrieks when he turned the sandwich into a tickle fight.

Yes, your family was a fireball of superhuman menace.

But the chaos made them who they were.

Yours.

And there was not a thing you'd change about it.

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cevansbrat0007 · 1 year

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A Lapse in Judgment

Summary: Restless energy and an ill-advised night jog land you in a heap of trouble with your man. Andy Barber x Black Reader

Warnings: Andy Barber, Daddy Kink, Bratty Reader, Spanking, Punishments, Cursing, Sexual Themes, Minors DNI

A/N: Requested by @writer84. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Partially written on my phone, so all mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated!

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You spare a glance at the clock as you lace up your shoes. At just after 7:30pm it was a little late for a run, especially this time of year. But since you were bored out of mind and your man was busy burning the midnight oil, you figured this might be a good way to relieve a little bit of this extra energy that was currently coursing through your veins.

It was officially the holiday season. And while you enjoyed the festive decorations, music, and movies, this particular time also left you with a dull ache in your heart – because you missed your family. But sometimes being around them wasn’t always good for you, especially when it came to your mental health.

Instead you had chosen to spend this past Thanksgiving with friends, just like you had the year before. But unlike last year, you’d actually had three celebrations. One with your friends and then one with Andy and his family. Which had been so fucking lovely that it makes you smile just thinking about it.

You hadn’t known just how much you’d needed a mom hug until Andy’s mother, Lisa, had wrapped you up in her arms and given you such a heartfelt squeeze. And even though you had only met her a couple of times since, you still cherished that moment.

And later on that evening you and your man had each taken turns expressing just how grateful you were for each other. With the help of a French Silk Pie. You’d never made one before, but you now knew that it required a lot of work and was best enjoyed with a side of Andrew Barber’s abs.

Still smiling, you throw on your jacket and take another quick peek at the time.

7:42pm. Alright. If you were gonna be back before you man got home you needed to head out now.

After making sure you have everything, you go ahead and step out of Andy’s brownstone and onto the porch. You take a moment to scroll through your phone, searching for the perfect playlist.

While you stand there, you can’t help but feel grateful for this recent bout of unseasonably warm weather. Sure, it was probably global warming at work, but at least that meant you wouldn’t freeze to death.

Setting your playlist on shuffle, you slip your iPhone into the fitness band attached to your bicep. And then you turn on your AirPods before checking the lock one last time. Satisfied that you had everything just right, you take off down the street and into the night.

___

You’re about fifteen minutes in when you realize that you were actually doing pretty well for yourself. You weren’t even breathing that hard. At least not yet.

Ahh, progress.

Looks like all that cardio at the gym was finally paying off. While your boyfriend was always very, very vocal about just how much he appreciated your curves, you really were a little concerned about some of that damned happy weight.

Sometimes your boyfriend even liked to join you. But seeing as he spent most of his time glaring at every man who even so much as dared to look at your ass, he never actually managed to get in much of a workout himself. You bite back a small laugh when you think about that time some guy, one of those wanna-be bodybuilder types, had asked if you needed a spotter.

Andy had just stepped away to use the restroom, briefly leaving you all by your lonesome. Deciding to give into temptation and fuck with your fella just a little, you’d responded with “oh my gosh, that would be great”. You’d gotten through all of five reps by the time Andy had finally re-entered the main fitness area. And, oh, how you wished you could’ve had someone snap a picture of his face.

Saying your man was pissed had been a colossal understatement.

Those two had spent several minutes exchanging quite a few testosterone-fueled snarls, grunts, and chest thumps before your very unhappy boyfriend had dragged your ass out of there. His proprietary grip on your waist had been so tight that you were pretty sure your poor feet had ceased to touch the pavement once you’d hit the parking lot.

Your Big Man had seethed practically the entire way home. But the moment you’d stepped foot inside, Andrew Barber had you on the ground. The next thing you knew, he had ripped a hole in your expensive black leggings, before proceeding to fuck the living daylights out of you right there in the hall.

At least he’d had enough sense to shut the front door before raviging you like a wild man. Good god, you hadn’t walked right for two days by the time he was through. He’d shown you no mercy.

And it had been so freakin’ worth it.

Forcing yourself back into the present, you continue on. Not yet ready to stop, you keep pushing yourself, focusing on your breathing as you round the next corner of a familiar block. You decide to turn around once you make it to the outskirts of one of your favorite local parks.

Yeah. That would be far enough.

You’re also grateful that your phone hasn’t gone off, not one time.Which meant two things. One, that your Big Man was deep in work mode. And two, you’d be able to make it back to his place before he did.

Because now that you thought about it, you were pretty sure that he would not approve of your little adventure. Swear to god, he could be so overprotective sometimes that it bordered on ridiculous…

Once you reach the park, you finally allow yourself a well-deserved break. By now, your precious lungs are on fire. Standing under a lamp post, you spend the next few minutes greedily sucking in air.

You really should have brought along a bottle of water. But then again, you also hadn’t planned on running this far.

After giving yourself a little more time to recover, you’re finally ready to head on home. But before you do, you remove your phone to search for a new playlist. Since your light jog back would act as your cool down, you needed something that meshed with your new vibe.

And you can see that there’s still nothing from Andy indicating that he’s left the office. Thank goodness. Maybe you’d even have time to shower before he walked through the door.

A girl could only hope.

___

Forty minutes later…

Thankfully, your journey back to his place is just as uneventful as your quick jaunt to the park. You manage to keep a pretty good pace the whole trip, alternating between jogging and walking, which keeps blood pumping.

And now you’ve entered the home stretch, putting you just shy of a block away from the finish line. Turning off your music, you decide to check your phone one last time.

It reads 9:07pm.

You frown when you see that you still haven’t received a message from your man. Now, you weren’t typically one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but you were starting to find his lack of communication just a tiny bit strange.

And then you notice that you also haven’t received any Facebook or Instagram updates either. Alright. And the same holds true for your email as well. Okay, now that was really, really odd.

And then it hits you.

You’d accidentally switched on your device’s Do Not Disturb feature at the start of your run.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

Bracing yourself for the worst, you quickly fix your settings. Less than two seconds later, you’re hit with a barrage of notifications consisting of missed texts, voicemails, and calls. All from Andrew.

Deciding to listen to forgo the voicemails, you go straight for your text messages instead. Seemed like a much better option. That is, until you actually read them. You make it through the first three before giving up.

Concern. Panic. Frustration. And then more panic. It was all right there in his texts. By now it was pretty safe to assume that your Big Man had kind of gone off the deep end with this one.

You’re in the middle of calculating just how long it would take you to run all the way back to your apartment when your phone buzzes in your hand. Which, of course, causes you to accidentally panic too.

Which means you accidentally hit decline. Oops.

Well, at least you were being consistent. You’d be back at the house in a minute anyway. So you would deal with him then.

And not a second before.

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Five minutes later you quietly unlock the front door, wincing at the sound it makes as it slowly creaks open. You were almost certain that it had never made that noise before.

So much for trying to be stealthy.

You pause when you briefly catch sight of Andy as he paces back and forth. And then you feel your phone vibrate.

“C’mon, c’mon.” He growls from somewhere just beyond your line of sight. “Damn it! Pick the fuck up, baby girl.”

Okay, now you were just being silly. You had no doubt that you could fix all of this with one simple explanation.

“Um. Hi, honey!” You call out as you work to remove your shoes. “I - I’m…back.”

You hear a sudden burst of commotion from the next room, which sounds suspiciously like a chair as it connects with the floor. And then there he is. Your man. Looking like he’d just been through the wringer.

His tie is long gone, and his light gray dress shirt untucked. Couple that with the fact that it looks like it’s missing a few buttons, you can definitely tell that he’s been freaking out.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” Andy is quick to bridge the distance between you, roughly hauling you against his solid chest. You give him a moment, ignoring the fact he’s squeezing you so tight that you’re having trouble breathing.

You attempt to tell him that you’re fine, but the words come out too muffled.

“What?” He asks when he finally lets you go. His large hands go to your biceps as he takes a step back to get a good look at you. “What did you say?”

“I said I’m okay.” You repeat, hating that you’d worried him so much. “Since you were working late I just decided to go out for a little run. That’s all.” Prying a hand from your arm, you press a sweet kiss to his knuckles. At least maybe now he could relax a little. “And accidentally managed to set my phone to Do Not Disturb too. Isn’t that funny?”

You brush by him so that you can head into the kitchen where you spy a bag sitting on the counter. Along with a dining room chair laying sideways on the floor.

Not a good sign.

“Smells good in here, Big Man. Did you,uh, bring home tacos?” When he doesn’t respond, you take it upon yourself to go ahead and look inside. “Oh, you stopped by Gomez Salsa? How yummy!”

Silence.

Sighing, you go to fix the fallen piece of furniture. Maybe if you got him to eat something he’d –

“I’ve been home for almost an hour, Y/N.” Andy hisses from his place just outside the kitchen. “I called. I texted. Searched every inch of this place. Twice. And nothing.” While his tone remains eerily calm, his big body is bristling with anger. “I got nothing.”

“Aw, c’mon Andy Bear. I just told you that I accidentally turned off my notifications.” The charge in the air has you feeling more than a little on edge. “I’m sorry. I promise, promise, promise that I will be more careful about that. Okay?”

Your words do nothing to ease the tension radiating from his broad shoulders. In fact, they only seem to make things worse.

Much worse.

“What stopped you from leaving a note, sweetheart?” He crosses his arms over his chest as he waits for your answer. “I mean, you had to know that I’d be pissed either way.”

“I - I didn’t think –” You stammer out, suddenly tongue-tied.

“I’m gonna stop you right there, little girl. Because you’re absolutely right. You didn’t fucking think.” Andy’s caustic, unflinching tone catches you off guard.

“I didn’t – I wasn’t planning on being gone that long.”

“Of course you weren’t.” A dark chuckle rumbles out of his throat as he sinks his hands into his pockets. “Swear to God, baby girl. I just don’t understand why you would do something so fucking dumb.”

‘I’m not dumb, Andrew.” You hiss, resisting the urge to tear up.

“You’re right, Y/N, you’re not. In fact, you are one of the smartest people I know. Which is why I just don’t get what possessed you to go out running in the middle of the goddamned night!"

“Okay, now you’re just being dramatic.” You scoff, rolling your eyes. “It is not that late. This is exactly why I was trying to make it back before you got home.”

“Oh, really?” He responds, raising one imperious brow.

“Yes, because I knew you would overreact like you always do!” You tell him, hands on your hips. “And then, bam! I’m in "trouble” with my big, bad Daddy. Pfft.” Reaching for the bag, you fish out a taco, unwrap it, and daintily shove it into your mouth. “And all because tonight I was cursed with having too much energy.”

The look he gives you lets you know right away that he doesn’t appreciate your tone. But at this point, you don’t really care. You were over this entire ridiculous conversation.

“Okay, baby girl.” Andy sucks on his teeth before scraping a hand over his bearded jaw. “Okay.”

“Okay, Daddy.” Comes your stubborn retort as you wolf down another delicious bite of food. “These are good. You should eat one while I go shower. Might help you calm down a bit.” You spare him a pointed glance before balling up your trash and tossing it in the garbage.

“Is that right?” He chuckles, somehow managing to sound anything but amused. Feeling brave, you snag a bottle of water from the fridge. And then you go to walk past him.

Or, at least, you try to.

“Would you move?” You try again, only to have him block you yet again. “Agh! Please?”

“No.” That’s it. That’s all he says.

“This - this isn’t funny, Andrew.” You grunt, doing your best to physically move him out of the way. But alas, the beefy bastard doesn’t budge.

“Well, that’s good, Y/N. Because I’m not fucking laughing.”

“So what are we gonna do then, huh?” You huff, arms flailing wide. “Stand here and look at each other until…until one of us turns to dust? Which’ll most likely be you, by the way.” You poke him in the shoulder for good measure. And you can tell that your level of sass takes him by surprise.

Grasping your face in his hand, he tilts up your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. “Sweetheart, I’m only gonna say this one time.” You try to jerk away, but his grip remains firm.

“You’re gonna drop this defiant little attitude of yours right fucking now.” He purrs, his stern eyes flashing. “And go park your ass in that corner right over there.” He points in a random corner, located just beyond the table.

“And if I don’t?” You sensed you were pushing him too far, but you didn't much care.

Andy smiles at you then, brushing a thumb across his lower lip. “Ass. Corner. Now.”

“Make me.” You were not about to go quietly into this good night. No, sir. Not without a fight.

“Alright, baby girl.” Shaking his head, he rolls up his sleeves before beginning to undo his black leather belt. He then makes a show of pulling it through the loops of his slacks. “I had a feeling we’d get here at some point." He muses, more to himself than you. "Evidently, you need Daddy to remind you just how serious I am about your safety."

“I don’t need anything from you except – ooh!” You shriek when he lunges without warning, tossing you over his shoulder as if you weigh nothing. “Shit! Andy, wait!”

“Nope.” He grunts, sounding just as casual as can be. “Correct me if I’m wrong, but I think you need me to take control. Which is exactly what I’m going to do, baby girl.”

“I’m sorry!” You cry, bouncing on his shoulder as he carts you up the stairs.

“Huh. Look how easy that was.” Andy’s hand comes down hard on your bottom. “Shame it’s too late for that.”

“Agh!” You kick and squirm in his hold, but it's to no avail. Forget the cardio, you needed to take up street fighting to deal with your district attorney. “You are such a fucking brute!”

All that earns you is another slap.

“Not yet, I’m not.” He grunts as he shoulders his way into his bedroom. Your Big Man then unceremoniously dumps you on the bed. And when you try to crawl away, he grabs hold of your ankle. It takes him a moment, but somehow he maneuvers you in such a way that allows him to restrain your arms behind your back with help his fucking belt.

You cry out again in frustration, the sound now muffled thanks to his stupid comforter. And then your world tilts once more as you’re lifted and then draped across your man’s lap.

“Alright.” Andy mutters as he gets you both settled. “Now that we’re both comfortable, how about we try this again? Hm?”

“Fine.” You grit out. “I’m sorry for –”

“No, no.” Your man is quick to interrupt. “I’ve heard enough out of you. It’s Daddy’s turn to talk, and you’re going to listen.” A soft whimper escapes when he drags the material of legging and panties down your thighs, exposing your ass to his feral gaze. “Understand?”

“Yes.” You whisper, suddenly fascinated by the grooves in the panels of the hardwood floor.

“Yes, what?” Andy snaps, delivering a solid blow to your upturned rear. "Don't tell me you've forgotten already."

“Ungh! Yes, Daddy!” You hiss, biting your lip as you sink your nails into the fabric of his pants.

“Much better, thank you. What you did tonight wasn’t just dangerous.” He begins, double checking your bonds to ensure that they aren’t too tight. “It also showed an incredible lapse in judgment, along with a complete disregard for your safety!”

Sometimes Andy Barber’s patented daddy-mode also came with a lecture. And this evening you seemed to have earned yourself one hell of a good one.

“I –”

“Quiet!” Your Big Man barks as your spanking continues. “You didn’t leave a note because you knew, you knew, that I wouldn’t like it.” Smack. Smack. Smack. “You deliberately made one careless decision after another.”

Smack. Slap. Smack.

One particularly hard blow has you trying to scramble off of your perch. But your efforts are thwarted when he throws one of his heavily muscled thighs on top of your own.

“Ow!” You wail, hating the salty taste of your tears. “Andy! Daddy! Oh shit, stop!”

Crack. Smack. Slap.

“Do you have any idea how terrified I was?” He snarls as he liberally reddens your vulnerable flesh. “Are you really surprised that I’m tearing your ass up right now? The reason isn’t obvious to you?” The spanks keep coming, leaving you a squirming, whining mess.

“I get it! I swear!” You howl, not caring if his neighbors heard your pitiful pleas. You were just ready for your punishment to stop. “I won’t do it again, okay?” You sniffle, wiping your face on his pants.

“Damn it, Y/Nl! You could have been assaulted, mugged, or worse. And no one would’ve had the slightest idea that you needed help or even where to start looking for you, including me!”

Andy delivers several more harsh slaps, making you cry out with each one. But he’s still not done.

“And then, when I confront you about it, you want to act like a complete fucking brat.” He chuffs, briefly pausing to paw at your sore left cheek, squeezing roughly. “Absolutely not! Never again, my gorgeous girl. You’re much too smart for all of this.”

Smack. Slap. Crack. Holy shit, your ass was on fucking fire!

The grip you have on his calf slowly goes slack as you begin to sob. “No reflective clothing, you were wearing your earphones. I just –” He trails off, trying to calm his breathing. “Promise me you won’t do this again.”

“I promise.” You hiccup, watching your teardrops hit the hardwood.

“Thank you.” Andy growls before administering a few last smacks to your already smarting derriere. “You ever pull some crazy shit like this again and, swear to God, I’ll give you a taste of my belt.”

And you knew without a doubt that he most certainly wasn’t kidding.

“Yes, sir.” You sniffle, feeling positively depleted.

“Good girl.” He hums, lightly raking his nails across your heated backside. “You ever find yourself feeling restless like that again, then you call me so that I know I need to make a special trip to wherever you are so that I can fuck you so good you can’t move.”

“O-okay, Daddy. Can I please sit up now?”

“Of course you can.” Adjusting your positions, Andy helps you right yourself so that you can finally look into his stormy blue eyes. “There we go, baby.” He gently wipes a stray tear from your cheek before sucking his thumb into his mouth.

“Your little tears tast so sweet.” He murmurs, brushing his full lips against your temple. “Here’s how the rest of tonight is gonna go. You still listening?”

Unsure of what else to do, you can only nod as you stare at your lap.

“I’m going to help you get cleaned up, and then we’re going to go back downstairs so that I can feed you. After that, we’ll get on with the rest of your punishment.”

“The rest of my punishment?” You breathe, your eyes wide with confusion. “But I - I thought we were –”

“Done?” Your Big Man finishes for you, the word spilling out on the heels of a laugh. “Oh, absolutely not, young lady.” Andy tucks a stray curl behind your ear. “Once you’ve had dinner, you’re going to spend the rest of the night riding your Daddy’s cock.”

A small shiver of anticipation courses through you as your traitorous pussy clenches at his words.

“Daddy just wants to make sure we do everything we can to get rid of whatever’s left of all that pent up energy.” He nips at your jaw as two of his talented fingers slip between your thighs. “Even if it takes all night.”

In fact, he secretly hoped that it did. Otherwise, how the fuck else would his stubborn baby girl learn her lesson?

END