#andy barber filth

[frostironfudge]

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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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Don't Speak 19

Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, obsession, stalking, manipulation, reclusive behaviour, disordered eating, dissociation, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Reader is a reclusive loner who ventures down to the library on a simple mission. Her task is complicated by the man she meets there. (f!short!reader)

Character: librarian!Andy Barber

Note: If this chapter makes you nervous, let me get a hell yeah.

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You're on the edge of tears as you dress in the bathroom. You keep your back to the mirror, ashamed. You don't want to even think of what Andy saw, what he must've thought.

You sniffle as you pull your sweater down and you gather up your old clothes and towel. You can't seem to find your underwear but assume they're caught in your pant leg. You listen at the door, ready to blubber in horror.

You wait until you're certain it's safe and quickly flit down to the guest room.  You're almost in hysterics as you close the door. You throw your clothes on the floor, losing all semblance of control, and hurl yourself towards the bed. 

Ugh! You'll never be able to show your face again. Oh, god. And Andy? Will he be mad? You should just leave, just like you did before. It would be easier if no one even knew you were around.

Why didn't you ask? You should've asked. It's not your house. He would've known. It all wouldn't have happened if you just said something.

You crash down into regret and self-hatred. Weak. Dumb. Ugly. Everything is wrong with you.

You curl up and hide. You bury yourself in the blanket and let your mind sink down behind thick walls. The world turns to fog. You're not there, you're not anywhere.

It's like sleep but without benefits. You're endlessly awake but so far out of your body, you can only watch the shadows shift and sway. There is nothing but the endless sea of your despair, drowning you until you can’t see through the tide.

There's a crackle. A distant voice. You hear 'dove' but nothing else. The word swings in and out like a pendulum. A blurry silhouette darkens the space but you only see a smear of grays before you. You close your eyes and roll over.

Your body aches. Your stomach peels inwards and your skin turns oily. You can smell yourself rotting, only rising to blindly drift to the bathroom and back again. Like a spirit haunting a place you don't belong.

The acrid taste of brewed herbs stains your tongue. It mingles with the unbrushed filth of your mouth. You wade and sink, further and further. 

Then the wall crumbles. The harsh clap of hands focuses your eyes. You blink and bat your eyes as the thick fingers as they part.

Andy's blue eyes pierce you as he leans over you. His chagrin carves a line into his forehead and dimples his cheek. He drops his hand onto your shoulder and you wince, whimpering.

"Come on," he bends over you, sliding his arms under your back, sitting you up against the pillows.

You cough and croak. He lets go of you, leaning back as he considers you. Deja vu ripples over you but you can't place the memory's seed.

He takes a cup of tea from the night table and hovers it before you. You blink and shiver. You don't understand.

"You there, honey?" He asks as he presses the porcelain to your lips.

You drink before the tea can dribble down your chin. The heat is soothing but not too much. The taste is stringent and stings your throat. You choke and he lets up.

"Alright," he puts the cup back down and uses a corner of the blanket to wipe your mouth, "dove, dove," he snaps his fingers as your lashes droop, "don't leave me. Come on. I have good news, alright?"

You don't understand. You don't know where you are and why you're there. You don't remember what happened.

"Where's Amber?" You whisper.

You see the tick in his jaw as he squints, "what? No, dove, you're sick. I'm gonna take you to the doctor. We're gonna get you better–" 

"Sick."

"Five days," he says, "you don't… you don't remember?"

You stare at him and frown. No, you don't. You hang your head and lean into the pillows.

"Can– has this happened before?" He rests his hand on your lap.

You nod. It's not the first time the hours and days lapsed ahead of you. That you woke from beneath the ice, barely thawed and numb. He touches your arm and gives a soft hum.

"That's okay. You'll be okay. I have a friend, he specializes in this sort of thing." Your eyes lift slowly and you look at him. He reaches to pet your head, "I think you should see him."

"Won't help."

"How do you know?" He challenges. 

"They never… do."

He scoffs, "I don't know what doctors you see, but I know this guy. He's just going to… ask some questions, okay?"

"I don't…"

"Now, you have to," he says, firmly retracting his hand, "I've been worried sick for damn near a week and I won't keep doing this. Dove… I can't bear to see you like this."

You look away again, "why do you care?"

"Of course I care," he caresses your cheek, "why wouldn't I? What is it? Did your sister not care?"

"Please," your voice creaks.

"I'm not like her. I'm gonna take care of you. Dove, you're not broken. You just need to heal."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," he pats your thigh through the blanket, "it's easy, okay? Just finish your tea. Right, that's simple."

You watch him. What? Just drink the tea, but…

What else can you do? You shakily reach for the cup and he smiles. You bring it to your mouth as he stands and he goes to the dresser. 

"That's step one, then you put this on," he brings over a stack of clothing, "see, small steps. I'll wait downstairs and then we can move on to step three."

You slurp the tea. It eases the tilt in your head a little. You murmur over the cup and he claps his hands again, jolting you.

"You know I'll be around. If you need any help," he lingers by the door, biting the inside of his cheek, "honey, you can do this."

📚

Step two is difficult enough. Getting dressed zaps you of what little is left of your spark of energy. You think of crawling back under the covers but the guilt adds to the acid in your belly. 

You find your steps stumbling and stiff. You emerge and take in the walls as if they're entirely new. You get to the stairs and sit at the top, out of breath from the effort. 

You haul yourself to your feet, leaning heavily on the railing, nearly sliding down it as your toes barely stay on the stairs. When you get to the bottom, you glance around. Your head bobbles and Andy appears just around the corner from the kitchen.

"Step three," he says, "you have to eat."

You grumble.

"I know, I know," he comes towards you and tugs you away from the banister by your elbow, "just toast and butter. You'll feel better."

📚

Step three; breakfast.

Step four; put your shoes on.

Step five; get in the car.

Six; wait.

You have no idea where you are as Andy pulls up to the white brick facade. You saw signs but didn’t look up fast enough to read them clearly. Your world is still fuzzy at the edges.

Step seven; get out of the car.

Andy helps you down from the SUV and you quickly make space between you and him. You feel strange and insecure. As if he knows too much about you. He’s seen you at your worst. No one else has seen you like that, only Amber.

He deflates but withhold his disappointment. Instead, he points you towards the set of doors at the front of the building and bids you ahead of him. You approach the entrance but don’t try to open the doors. Andy does so from behind and patiently waits for you to go inside.

You stop at the metal door of a small elevator. The mystery of it all gnaws away at you. The longer he doesn’t explain, the more your head tries to fill in the blanks. Every possibility seems dire.

You step into the elevator as it opens and it shifts slightly as Andy follows. He hits the button for the third floor as the doors roll shut. You stare at the floor until the loud ding scares you. Again, you go first. It’s disorienting as you don’t know where to go.

Andy tells you to stop at the second door. You read the plaque beside it. A doctor, like he said. Not the typical kind, not the ones at the emergency room.

There’s a woman behind a desk, she greets you and Andy with a chime. Despite your displacement, her tone is welcoming. He gives your name and she checks her monitor, scrolling with a smile.

“There you are. He’ll be right with you.”

Andy nudges you towards the sitting area. You sit and he does too. You stare at your sneakers as he leans back in his chair. He taps his fingers then reaches for a magazine from the table. He flutters through and puts it back down. He’s anxious, like you.

One of the three doors at the other end of the room opens. You peek over from the corner of your eye. You see a figure emerge but not much else. They strut over to the desk and address the woman as Ellie. She speaks low enough that you can’t make out your words.

“Andy,” a male voice calls as the footsteps turn in your direction, “this must be… your friend.”

Andy clears his throat and stands up. You mirror him and fold your hands in front of you. The other man nears and shakes your companion’s hand. Then, he says something that surprises you; your name.

Your head bobs up and he smiles. He’s an inch or two shorter than Andy, with darker hair and brighter eyes. His jaw is square and the angles of his face are arranged in just the right away. He offers his hand and your eyes drop to it.

“I know who you are,” he keeps his hand steady, “I’ve been expecting you.”

You glance over at Andy. He tilts his head encouragingly. You face the stranger again, he must be the doctor. You shake his hand. His grip is firm but not too tight.

“Dr. Steven Kemp,” he introduces himself by the moniker on the door plaque, “would you like to see my office?”

You turn your head and stare at the door he left open. He talks to you almost like a child, as if trying to make himself less threatening. You know why Andy brought you there. He thinks you need to be fixed. You agree with him.

“Sure,” you agree and pull your hand back.

He hovers a hand beside you and motions with his other. You set off across the office and hear a tut behind you. As you turn back, he blocks Andy with his arm, “just us. Doctor-patient privilege.”

Andy looks past him, at you. His brows pinch together but he leans back on his heel and exhales. He returns to the chair.

“I’ll be out here, honey,” he watches you until you continue your path.

You enter the office and the doctor follows you. He shuts the door quietly behind you. His pace is confident as he brushes by you, “please, have a seat. Wherever you’re comfortable.”

You take in the room. There’s a long chaise, a leather chair by the window, and a round backed chair with three legs. You chew your lip as you consider the options.

“Where are you sitting?”

“Don’t worry about me, please,” he insists as he picks up a tablet, unhooking a pen from the loop on the side. It’s similar to the one Andy got you.

You sit in the three-legged chair. It’s stiff and hugs you closely. It’s not very big or comfortable. You don’t move or complain.

He leans against the desk set diagonal along one corner. You watch him, filled with more dread than curiosity. He wears a tidy blue button up and dark slacks, no tie.

“All I want you to do today is answer some questions for me,” he begins, “that doesn’t sound like too much, does it?”

You shake your head, “I can do that.”

“That’s great,” his blue eyes are transfixed on you, as if he sees nothing else. He keeps his arm bent around the tablet, twiddling the pen between his fingers. “First, why are you seeking therapy?”

You think. You turn to look at the wall. That’s easier.

“I’m not.”

He hums, “…he brought you here. So, why did you agree to come?”

You bend your arm on the side of the chair and rub your neck, “I don’t remember…”

“You don’t remember why you came?”

“No, I came because… because I don’t remember. He says it’s been five days, but I don’t know.”

He’s quiet. You lower your head. You stew in humiliation.

“Has this happened before?”

You nod and gulp out a confirmation.

“Often?”

“Sometimes.”

“And is there something that typically triggers these episodes?” He prompts.

“I don’t… know.”

“Alright, well, what happened before this one?”

You lean your head in your hand as you try to think of the answer. You close your eyes and delve into your mind. The kitchen, the pan, you burnt your hand, the hours in the garage, and then…

“I was scared.”

“Scared of…”

“I don’t know,” you swallow dryly, “he saw me and it scared me.”

“He?”

“Uh, A-A-Andy,” you stutter out, “I was in the bath…”

“Ah,” he lets out an enlightened breath, “got it.”

You hide behind your hand. You sniffle, fighting against the lump in your throat. You remember it now; the mortification, the disgust in yourself.

“Why did it scare you?” He pushes away from the desk and grabs the small leather ottoman from before the matching chair. He brings it over and sits close to you.

You shake your head. You rock as you drop your hands into your lap and pick at your sleeve. You chew on your words.

“Do you know why it scared you?”

You open and close your hands, you curl your shoulders and wiggle your left foot.

“How about we come back to that. Let’s back up. I wanna talk about you. Just you. Tell me about yourself.”

“Like what?” You wisp.

He slides the pen back into the loop and stands to place the tablet on the round table about a foot away from your seat. He sits back down, his legs bent high as he perches on the low ottoman. He twines his fingers together.

“I’m Steve, I opened this practice about seven years ago. I have a cat who hates me and I run to let off steam. When I’m stressed, I have a little extra for dinner,” he says, “now, you go.”

You raise your eyes and meet his. You feel like you could melt then and there. He looks at you so intently, as if he can read you clearly. You clamp your lips shut for a moment, trying to come up with anything interesting about yourself. You say your name and pause.

“... and I… I like to paint.”

He nods, watching expectantly. You shrug.

“That’s it,” you insist.

He chuckles, “that isn’t it, but you’ll figure that out.”

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[americasass81]

Promises To Keep . . .

Warnings:- Oral (female receiving), Edging, Use of Pet Names, Blindfold, Previous Bad Relationship, Implied Kidnapping, Overstimulation. 18+ only. Do not read if any of these warnings are upsetting. Feedback is welcomed.

By proceeding you are acknowledging that you are over 18 and are consenting to the content below the cut.

Author’s Note 1:- This was written in response to the fabulous ask pictured below.  Sent by our wonderfully talented @stargazingfangirl18 , thank you so much Siri for this inspirational thot as well as helping me prove that I am hopeless at writing drabbles.  1k words or less?  Yeah right, maybe one day 🤣.  For now I just hope anyone who reads this thoroughly enjoys the ensuing filth.

Author’s Note 2:- As always, all images have been found through google search.

Synopsis:- A deal with an angel didn’t seem so bad until a devil was revealed.

Pairing:- dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Word Count:- 3,215

Waking up to the eerie sensation of strangeness all around you, opening your eyes on an all consuming darkness you had never known before brought an overwhelming sense of panic when you reached up to remove the fabric you now acknowledged covering your eyes only to have those same hands brought back down to the bedsheets by another.  Struggling now against this intruder's hold before opening your mouth to scream out for help you knew would never come, a warm mouth descending upon yours brought the stark reality of what lay before you into frightening clarity.

At least until the stranger spoke.

Pulling back from your mouth while now running his hands along your arms, he waited just a breath for you to stop moving as his words, and as a result his identity, finally hit you.  Andy had found you.  Oh sure, it's not as if you were actively running from him.  Why should you?  But if you were being honest after all you had been through dealing with another man had not exactly been something you were ready to dive back into ..... even if it was just dinner.  After all, how many times did men in Andy Barber's profession or of his caliber for that matter write off their fees for a simple dinner.  No, it was safe to say he was looking for something more and right now more was not something you were willing to entertain. 

You wanted freedom.  You wanted fun.  You wanted to do whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted without having to plan, make apologies or excuses.  But it seemed Andy took your promise seriously.

"Did you really think I wouldn't be able to track you down, gorgeous?  You promised me a date.  One dinner and a night of your glowing company for making sure your deadbeat ex was out of your life for good.  Surely you haven't forgotten?" he now asked before rolling you over onto your side and slipping his body beside yours.  Spooning you closer now as he continued talking about how all he wanted to do was to show you not all men were the assholes you were used to but this didn't really get him the reaction he was hoping for.

"Not all assholes?  Have you lost your mind?" you asked as your voice finally worked now that you had stopped fighting him and Andy in turn seemed happy with the way things were going.  "You break in here, blindfold me and hold me down against my will while my bed covers I assume lay scattered on the floor.  You really think you're not being an asshole right now?" you continued, but stopped short when a laugh rumbled through his chest, vibrated against your back and settled in your own.

It seemed he thought you were being funny.

Kissing softly against your neck now as his hands continued to soothe you while the blindfold held fast and made everything feel more intense, you had no idea just what lay in store until Andy spoke again.  It seemed he had really done his homework before taking your case to the point where he had somehow discovered the feelings you harbored towards him and the fantasies your overactive imagination had conjured up about him.  You wanted him.  Deeply.  Badly.  Intimately.  Nights spent alone after a fight with your ex who had once again gambled away the week's rent or not fixed something he had promised you weeks ago he would and thoughts of Andy had quickly invaded your dreams and taken on a life you never imagined.

Moving next door after the tragic events that had altered his life beyond recognition, Andy had been only too happy to help out with any tasks that proved too much for you and often gave a willing ear when conversations inevitably made their way to the man sharing your life while treating you worse than the dog poo fouling Mrs. Delaney's front lawn.  No, if Andy had his way your deadbeat boyfriend would soon be a distant memory and then he would find a way to become a permanent fixture in your life.  Thankfully for him you would present the perfect opportunity without even realizing it.

Bemoaning once more to Andy what a lousy, no good piece of trash you had shacked up with as a busted faucet spewed water all over your bathroom floor, a trip by your kindly neighbor to the basement to turn off the water and not two weeks later to the day your useless boyfriend returned to not only bum some more cash while begging your forgiveness, but also to find himself on the receiving end of a police raid.

Arrested along with him as he swore blind, black and blue that the drugs, guns and ammunition had been planted by you as some perverted means of punishing him, your one phone call had resulted in you calling the only person you knew could get you out of this sorry mess.  Something he was only too happy to do.  Relaying then to all who would listen the litany of offenses your other half had committed while leaving you to scrimp and borrow just to keep your head above water, you soon walked free with the court's apologies only to discover the true price your freedom would cost.

A cost you thought very little of until that debt came due.

Lying beside Andy now as all these memories warred with the sensations his hands, lips and beard were presently creating, your thoughts lingered on how to talk him out of his plans until a sudden nip just below your ear produced a flood of moisture between your legs and a sound from your lips you never dreamed yourself capable of producing.  Whatever he had done had felt oh so good.

Continuing to explore this newly discovered pleasure point now as his hands left your midsection and wormed their way up your night top, a quick squeeze of your tits and Andy knew he was finally getting through.  "Hmm, you love that, don't you gorgeous?" he now asked as he pulled his lips back from your neck and focused once more on squishing your mounds like one would a stress ball before trapping each nipple between his fingers and twisting sharply.

Screaming out in both pain and ecstasy now as your legs clamped tight to hold back the fountain leaving your pussy, it seemed Andy knew more about the workings of the female body than you ever thought possible as his right hand moved down to cup your intimate area while his lips returned to rest against your ear.  "It's weeping for me isn't it gorgeous?" Andy asked with a smirk before continuing, "Crying out to be fucked and filled.  To feel my beard burn it up so good you'll remember me every time you try to close your legs."

Biting your bottom lip hard now so as to neither confirm or deny his outrageous accusation, him nuzzling deeper into the crook of your neck to leave a taste of what he promised still couldn't distract you from the reality of what had gone before.  Your ex had tried this once and it had been a complete disaster.

Coming home drunk one night very early on in your relationship, his prodding and pleading had seen you relent and the experience had not been a good one.  Sharp coarse hair, a tongue that flopped around like wet, limp celery and the resulting infection that left your private garden needing lots of t.l.c. was definitely a sexual encounter you were not looking to repeat ever again.

And yet something was different here.

Flipping you onto your back now while at the same time ripping your top clean down the middle, the cool air of the room kissing your skin hit differently now that your eyes were still covered and your other senses compensated for their loss.  Straining to hear and feel what Andy was doing now while still not one hundred percent sure you wanted what he offered, you instead tried once more to reach up and remove the blindfold only to cry out when Andy's mouth descended towards your left breast and bit hard.

Soothing it quickly then with his tongue before pulling back and warning you now not to try that again, you nodded obediently while also noting the striking difference in your two lovers straight away.  Andy it seemed knew exactly how and what to do with his tongue.  Which may work in your favor after all.

Relaxing a bit more now as the man above you began to pepper soft kisses, sharp nips and tickling brushes along your front, you were surprised by the shiver along your spine and the fluttering in your stomach at the next words that interrupted the rhythm of your ragged breaths.  "I'm gonna mark you all over gorgeous and maybe then I'll see about giving you what you need."

Pouting at the threat now that offered no relief yet also still somewhat reluctant to accept what your body craved, Andy moving ever closer to the oasis calling out to him proved far more powerful however than any bacterial infection or embarrassment at your physician's office.  Having him was worth anything and so you gave in.  This time when he released you and settled himself between your now parted legs, your hands reached out to gently massage the ache he left around your chest, the blindfold thoroughly forgotten in your zeal to touch something substantial.  Something that was yours.

Placing his lips against your calf then as he slowly and sensually worked his way back up towards your center, your ragged breathing was now replaced with whispered yeses that gave life to his ever hardening cock as your own body tried to focus on what exactly it was experiencing.  Soft and thick, unlike the scouring pad your ex might as well have used, yet still short enough for you to almost feel the individual hair strands penetrate your tender flesh, you knew come morning your legs were going to resemble someone that had spent just that minute too much under the sun but at the same time no antibiotics or medicated cream were going to be called into action this time.

But somehow that outcome no longer mattered.

Letting your mind go blank and focusing simply on the here and now, you wondered if this was heaven.  As Andy's lips and teeth left hickeys you knew would linger long after this night ended, the beard was something you secretly admitted to wanting to feel forever.  Delighting now in the heat left behind wherever he rubbed his chin, combined with the wispy, soothing breaths he then assaulted the tender skin with, you soon found yourself an active participant in an activity you had now discovered a new appreciation for.

Grabbing hold of Andy's head now as he reached your center once more, you somehow convinced him through action alone to meet you halfway and soon your lips were meeting up once more in a kiss that conveyed a heat and passion you had never experienced with a lover before.  Melding your lips together as your tongue first explored his mouth before allowing his to do the same, the moan that traveled between the two of you as your fingers scraped his scalp spurred you on to finally let go.

Falling back onto the bed again as your lungs now welcomed some much needed air, the blindfold still covering your eyes robbed you of seeing what Andy was doing, but the rustling of fabric and his naked chest touching yours moments later told you all you needed to know.

He was moving things along.

Kissing you once more before moving down your body once again, you were prepared to finally lose your shorts but lost your cool instead when Andy reached out and began the same sequence on your left leg that had worked so successfully on the right.  And it frustrated you no end.  "Andy, baby, please," you whined now as his bearded chin rubbed clockwise and anticlockwise circles along your calf and inner thigh while your core got wetter and wetter with no relief in sight.  No, you needed him now.

Debating taking off the blindfold once more and allowing him to see the full force of your disapproval, you instead decided you liked the effect it created in this experience and chose a different tack instead .... you pulled hard on his locks and at least got his attention.  "Fuck gorgeous take it easy.  I kinda like my hair attached to the roots.  Is there something specific you needed?" he now asked and you didn't need your eyesight to know the fucker currently sending your body towards orbit was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

Which only infuriated you all the more.

"I need you there Andy," you answered crossly with an accompanied finger pointing directly at your now long neglected flower.  "I need to feel you burn me up.  Drown my garden, spread your seed and make me question how I ever thought my dreams could compensate for the reality."

Chuckling once more now at how needy you had become without yet experiencing the full arsenal of his sexual repertoire, he thankfully decided to take pity on you it seemed when he removed his head from your hands before pulling down your shorts and exposing your core to him, the night air and all the plans he had for you.

Removing the rest of his clothes then if the sounds of a belt, falling shoes and rustling fabric were anything to go by, you took the opportunity to situate yourself in a more comfortable position before the main event actually kicked off.  And what an event it turned out to be.  Kissing gently either side of your flower now before giving into your whining and diving in, the sensations here were even more intense than what had come before.  Rubbing his bearded chin back and forth along your mound before blowing softly on the heated flesh, Andy kept this rhythm going until you had enough and once more tried to exert some measure of control.

Grabbing hold of his head again and this time employing a strength you never knew you possessed, you shoved his face against your pussy and simply held it there.  Waiting now for the man to get with the program and give your body what it ached for, you were instead treated to the full force of his professional resolve when, like you, he simply did nothing.  Not a tongue, not a wisp, not a strand of his glorious beard offered any relief and it seemed a stalemate was the only possible outcome.

That is if you weren't already a desperate, sex starved mess.

Nudging his head once more and still getting no response, a tiny part of you wondered if perhaps you might have smothered him but the greater part told you he was simply playing the long game.  Waiting for you to cave and beg him again to take you.  But that you weren't about to do.  Giving up silently instead, you now released Andy's head and honestly, a part of you was sorry for it.  But at least he got the message.

Holding down your hips now the second you let go, Andy's tongue, teeth, lips and beard worked outside and inside your pussy with a skill that put all your toys to shame and as the tears flowed freely from your eyes and soaked the blindfold you knew you were fucked.  Oh not in the sense you craved, no.  This was more in the 'how is anyone or anything ever going to satisfy me again?' sense.  The man was ripping you apart and it was divine.

Nipping at your clit every so often now as his tongue twisted inside your pussy as far as it could go, the vibrations from his laughter every time he heard you pleading should have been enough to break you and send you hurtling over that unseen cliff edge, but Andy was still in charge.  Talking against your pussy now in a room filled with nothing but sex, breathing and a man you thought had never seen a meal throughout his life, you felt your ears were playing tricks on you when his muffled words finally broke through your orgasm starved haze.

The bastard couldn't be serious?

Eating you out now as if he were fully prepared to die right here between your legs, there was no way the smarmy git could have told you to hold it, to stave off the building orgasm your body was literally crying out to release.  Letting go of the sheets again and reaching for his head once more, you took a deep breath knowing the loss you were about to feel and pulled him anyway before speaking in the direction you knew him to be.  "Did you just .... seriously tell me .... to hold it?" you panted out now while the bastard laughed out in confirmation before actually dignifying you with a response.

"Absolutely gorgeous.  You'll come when I tell you and or you come at all," he answered firmly before removing your hands from his head and returning back to the activity you had so rudely interrupted.  Starting back up again while now adding his right hand fingers to the mix, your clit, pussy and asshole all now receiving an equal amount of attention and you didn't know how much longer you were meant for this world.

Could someone actually die from sex you wondered?  From an orgasm so powerful it sets all your synapses firing at once in a chain reaction that resembled the big bang?

Setting this thought aside momentarily to focus instead on your breathing so your lungs at least didn't give out before you got your reward, you thankfully didn't have long to wait when Andy suddenly tapped your stomach to get your attention.  It seemed he was finally ready.  Easing off the break now before the bastard changed his mind and tortured you even further, you relaxed every muscle your body possessed and let the feelings previously trapped within your body wash over you.  And that's when all hell broke loose.

Spasming outward from your core in one continuing burst, the tears continued to flow, your keening broke the silence and Andy's slurping competed with your voice as he drank down every bit of your delicious essence while still holding your body flat against the bed.  He drank so deep in fact you wondered if your soul had actually left your body when the shockwaves finally subsided and your spent body rested back against the pillows as Andy traveled up the bed to join you where you lay.

Reaching up to remove the blindfold then and wipe away the stray tears the intensity of your release had just produced, Andy now kissed you deeply and placed your hand around his shaft before uttering the words that told you a very long night and many more orgasms were all that lay in store.  "Buckle up gorgeous, there's a lot more real estate left to claim and I'm just getting started.”

#dark!Andy Barber x female reader #dark!andy barber #andy barber

[sstan-hoe]

𝒊𝒊. 𝑰 𝑴𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒆 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — there is no violence but reader is scared shitless, trigger warning

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I hope this is not too fast, the next chapter will be complete filth so he prepared and it might take longer as it will be longer — the following smut chapter will only include the name of the character in the tags!!

𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵

You found yourself in a neat bedroom, it had an included bathroom, a King-sized bed, a dark wooden desk and one big closet next to a drawer.

The room was simple yet beautiful, the walls painted in a cool white, the furniture was in the same dark wood which paired perfectly with the velvet red bedsheets and pillows of the bed. It gave the room a rich atmosphere.

As your gaze drifted to the closet you remembered your clothes that were still in your car. You weren’t sure if Bucky and Ari could get your car to the mansion or helped you get your clothes.

You walked back down to the kitchen in search for one of the two men, but there was only Lloyd getting a beer from the fridge. He looked intimidating and had to build up all your confidence to speak to him.

Lloyd had notice you standing behind him, how could he not your scent was too strong.

“Uhm, uh Lloyd?” you asked carefully stepping towards him. Said man turned around with a smirk, “what can I do for you, trésor?” he asked putting the beer on the counter next to him.

“I have no clothes, they’re still in my car…,” you tod him fumbling with your fingers. Lloyd gave a sigh and he started to think, he wouldn’t let you go out that was for sure. It was too late and the journey too long for his liking.

“Mhm, I could give you a shirt of mine and some shorts until tomorrow. Then we can get everything,” he proposed, and you nodded along, the idea wasn’t bad, so you accepted.

“Then come on,” he said waving his hand telling you to follow him. Lloyd left the beer in the kitchen and led you through the foyer to the steps. “Tomorrow Bucky can give you a complete tour of all the rooms, all the bedrooms are on the second floor which means we will be just a few feet away,” Lloyd reassured you.

It did make you feel better as you didn’t have to worry about finding no one in the big house at night – or any daytime for that matter.

After you had climbed the stairs, Lloyd walked in into the direction of your room but two door prior he opened mahogany door. He stepped to the side letting you enter his quarters, your mouth dropping as you took in the breath-taking room.

The bedroom was spacious, there was a little hallway before you were able to see the whole room. Right next to it was a nightstand and a king-sized bed with black sheets, red pillows, and a red duvet. The headboard had a rounded triangle top and pillars on each side. Opposite from the bed where tall windows which overlooked the forest and a few mountains.

Lloyd turned on the light causing your eyes to snap up to the chandelier, it was made out of the same mahogany wood as the rest of the room.

He took your hand guided you to sit on his bed, “relax trésor,” he said before walking to his closet that was on the left of the windows. Opening the immense doors he revealed a row of black suits, dress shirts, polo shirts and expensive looking jackets.

“What does that mean?” you couldn’t help but ask as he again used the nickname for you. Lloyd turned around, “it means ‘treasure’ in French,” he smirked a little. Your cheeks heat up at the reveal of the meaning.

The man pulled out a white dress shirt, then he opened a drawer from beneath and took out a short sweatpants.

You watched him closely as he walked around the room, you still couldn’t believe how you ended up in a house with eight gorgeous man.

The moon was shining through the tanned windows, the light glazing onto Lloyd’s skin. At second glance his skin looked dark red, but that was probably just because his room was coloured in the dark red.

“Here you go,” he snapped you out as he laid the clothes on your lap. The light of the moon was now on his back, you couldn’t see that it turned his skin red once again, that it looked like his upper body was completely bare.

Your fingers touched the soft fabric, gently stroking it, “thank you Lloyd,” you mumbled absently as your mind was focused on the smooth fabric.

The bed dipped next to you, “everything okay?” Lloyd pulled you from your thoughts again. You turned your head towards him, and a frightened scream left your lips. His face was now fully exposed to the moonlight, his skin dark red, eyes pitch black, on his head allusions to two horns and behind him unfolded dragon like wings that were only a few shades darker than his skin.

Scrambling off the bed you took a run towards the door, Lloyd looked confused but as his eyes glazed over his hand, he realized what had happened, “shit, fucking shit,” he cursed.

As you opened the door you ran right into Bucky, he caught you in his arms, “hey, hey, hey what’s wrong?” he asked while his eyes scanned over your features. You looked up at him just as the moonlight was lightening his face, Bucky looked just like Lloyd.

Instead of screaming you wriggled yourself out of his arms and ran down the hallway to the stairs, fear written all over your face.

You knew this was a bad idea to even step into this house, you should have realized it when you noticed that all of them were hot as fuck - hot as hell more like.

Back in Lloyd’s room Bucky finally noticed why you ran, his eyes scanned his friend's features before he looked at his own hands. “Why didn’t you close the curtains?!” the brunette scolded Lloyd who glared at him, “because I wanted her to leave. Obviously, I wasn’t aware that today was a fucking full moon!”

“Oh, now stop acting like you’re a werewolf, we can decide when we change appearance,” Bucky turned around walking out of Lloyd’s room with him following close behind. “Yeah, but when the full moon shines on our skin you fucking see it,” he kept arguing with Bucky.

“Stop trying to find excuses, she’s gone now and we gotta find her,” Bucky got louder as walked along the hallway.

The others came from their rooms as they heard the loud noises, Steve Rogers was the first to speak up, “Buck what’s going on?”

Bucky huffed an annoyed laugh, “Hansen over here couldn’t hide his true form in front of our little guest who now has run off,” he explained, receiving rows of groans. “Hey! None of you were against the idea of telling her anyway,” Lloyd began defending himself.

“Let’s just find her and you stay away from her until she decides it’s okay,” Ari ordered, pointing his finger at Lloyd at the end of the sentence.

The men parted ways in search of you.

You run, your brain tells you to run faster and faster. Tree after tree passed your sight until you couldn’t run anymore, you were out of breath. You didn’t want to stop, but your waist hurt, and your feet screamed at you to stop.

Looking around you saw a few trees further away from the road, a good hiding spot. You let yourself fall against the tree slowly drifting down with heavy breaths. This wasn’t real, this isn’t real, you’re dreaming. You told yourself over and over again, demons were not real.

Suddenly all air was knocked from your lungs as you heard Ari call your name, was he like them? Of course, he was! Why else would he live with them?

“Please, we won’t hurt you! Can we at least talk? Just listen to us and then when you don’t want to stay Rogers, Bucky and I will fix your car instantly, please,” his tone sounded sad and you could almost think he was begging, almost. You didn’t believe him one bit, you tried slowing down your breathing in hopes he wouldn’t hear you.

Ari’s enhanced hearing picked up on your breathing and carefully walked into the direction of the trees. He had no intentions of hurting you - neither did one of the men. All of them were aware that they had to tell you in some way and as soon as possible, but this was certainly not how they wanted you to find out.

You heard leaves rustle around you and closed your eyes in fear. A quiet whimper left your lips, never in your life before had you been so scared.

“Please, I promise you that we will not hurt you and for what it’s worth I’m not allowed to break promises,” Ari continued talking, his voice coming closer and closer to you. There was not a bone in your body that believed him.

Ari carefully rounded the trees and came face to face with you, his sudden appearance caused you to scream loudly and hit the back of your head against the tree. The piercing pain made a few tears roll down your cheeks.

“No, oh, cherry I didn’t mean to scare you,” he instantly started talking. You realized that all of the different nicknames annoyed you, couldn’t they settle for one?

“Go away, please I don’t want to die,” you cried, choking on your own saliva. Ari looked horrified, he didn’t want you to think they were going to kill you.

He slowly walked towards you while you tried to squeeze yourself inside the tree which did not work.

“I promise you, we will not hurt you. We just want to be friends, get to know you, help you. Let me look at your head or better Brandon, he’s a doctor,” the demon tried again. Your eyes hardened, why wouldn’t he just go away? You realized that he wouldn’t leave you alone so it was either sit here and he might force you or act confident, threaten him and then run as soon as you can.

“Fine, but if you dare to do anything but the promise you made, then I will cut off your dick,” you threatened him and pushed yourself up with the help of the tree. A piercing pain runs through your body making you whimper.

“Cher-,” “Don’t touch me. Stop with the nickname.”

You walked by him and into the direction of the house with him trailing behind you. Ari had called the others to tell them he found you and you were on the way.

Back at the house Ari told you to go into the living room where the other men - demons already sat. All of them looked like kicked puppies. You sat down in an armchair opposite from the demons.

“Why are you all so silent? You want to explain? Then explain,” you didn’t know where the boots of confidence were coming from, but you loved it. “Could Steve look at your head while we explain?” Ari asked and you rolled your eyes, “if he must.”

Lloyd and Nick had a shit eating grin on their faces. It was clearly visible how much they enjoyed your mannerism at the moment. Steve Kemp got up to get the first aid kit, Rogers and Ransom sat there not knowing what to do and Bucky desperately wanted to apologize.

“We’re sorry, we wanted to tell you! But not just yet because we were scared how you would react, we don’t want to hurt you. Actually, we really want to spend time with you, doll,” Bucky immediately began and the nickname was making your blood boil again.

“Okay let’s pause for a second, either find one nickname or none,” you interrupted him. The men looked at each other, all of them thinking they understood each other.

“Trésor,” “cherry,” “darling,” “bunny,” “kitten,” “doll,” “sweetheart,” “princess,” they said unison, and quickly realized their mistake. You groaned and clutched your hand against your head, if you were really going to stay you would make them have a therapy session together once a day.

“We will come back to that later, what are you?” you changed the subject back right as Steve moved your head to inspect it for any major injuries. “You seem good, but if you decide to stay here the night, we gotta keep an eye on you to make sure you don’t have a concussion,” the brunette explained, you nodded in response - you wondered if Steve was even a real doctor.

“Well, uh, we’re incubus…,” your eyes instantly widened in shock at Ransom's words. You weren’t all in the topic about incubus and succubus, but you knew they were sex demons.

“You, all of you are sex demons?” you asked slowly, still not believing what was happening, “I’m dreaming, I must be dreaming….”

“No, you’re not, please believe us. We would never harm you and-,” “even if we were to harm you, first we would fuck you,” all eyes went from Andy to Ransom.

Your jaw dropped at his words, your thoughts were all over the place, your head hurt and all you wanted to do was sleep. A part of you wanted to give and just be with them, their aura was alluring, it might have been the reason why you wanted to stay with them.

However, you also asked yourself if their explanation was of any use on how your judgment about them would change.

“Ignore Ransom. We will answer all of your questions,” Bucky continued and stood up from his seat to walk over to you. He got on one knee in front of you, “can you forgive us? I will do everything you want,” he looked at you with big puppy eyes and you wanted to slap yourself for thinking how cute he looked.

You also wanted to slap yourself for what you were about to say, “I will forgive you…not now, but at one point,” if all of them were going to be like Bucky and had the need to worship the ground to walked on then you could get used to this.

“Thank you, thank you doll-,” Buck closed his hand around yours kissing the back of your hand. “Nickname…,” you reminded him gently which caused his face to fall.

“Then give us one, tell us what you want us to call you,” Nick interjected and it got you thinking.

What would be a fitting nickname for you? It needed to be something cute for sure and it should be fit for you. You mentally went through every nickname you could think of, but nothing seemed to fit.

The room was silent for five until the moonlight shined though the curtains again to reveal Andy’s dark red skin. When he noticed he instantly moved to the side, it was then you realised you were the complete opposite of them.

“Angel, call me angel,” you announced to them.

You could see that the incubus likes the name, the demons and their little angel. It was really fitting.

"Now I really need a shower," you stated as you stood up. Your legs were still a little wobbly which caused you to almost fall if Bucky hadn't catched you, "careful angel," he whispered, making goosebumps dance on your skin.

"I can do the rest alone thank you," you waved him off. It wasn't like you didn't enjoy it, but you were tired and wanted to snuggle up in a big pile of blankets after taking a gracious shower and sitting in front of the blow dryer for at least thirty minutes.

"Do you remember where the bathroom is?" he asked with a cocked eye brow and you nodded your head. You bid everyone good night, hoping for this day to come to an end.

As you reached the top of the stairs, a big question mark formed above your head…where was the bathroom again. You could swear only seconds ago you knew. First however you went to your room to get the needed supplies.

With a toothbrush, towel, razor, Lloyd’s clothes and shampoo in hand you went on the search for the bathroom. To your surprise you quickly found one.

It was a big bathroom with a toilet, shower, mirror with sink and a few cabinets. The bathroom looked expensive and high quality – which it probably was – thanks to the black tiles against the wall and on the floor.

From above white light shined on you which came from a niche between the ceiling and the tiles. The shower however had no glass which confused you. Shrugging it off you placed your toothbrush, towel, razor and shampoo along with Lloyd's clothes on the sink.

You then turned on the blow dryer before doing the same with the water, luckily for you the blow dryer was far away enough to stay dry. The water came like rain falling from the sky from the shower head or more like a rectangle. Removing your clothes you folded them to put them next to the other stuff.

As you stepped into the shower a relief washed over you, all the bad thoughts, the fear, everything washed off.

At the loud noise from the blow dryer, the sound of the water running and you soft humming as you shampooed your hair you did not hear anyone enter.

Bucky got curious as he heard the water running from his bathroom. It was the only bathroom – besides the guest bathroom – accessible from the outside. As he stepped inside he could already smell your faint arousal and your sweet perfume.

Suddenly as he saw you it hit him, he was standing there with a naked upper body and you were completely naked in his shower.

"Angel?" He asked slowly, Bucky didn't want to frighten you. You opened your eyes and saw him, the demon with a naked chest that was sculptured like a good.

𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 — @smile1318 @georgiapeach30513 @alina02 @rogersbarber @antisocialwritingx @broadwaybabe18

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | @sstanhoe-updates blog where new fics will always be reblogged in case you're not interested in the taglist as it has conditions

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[inklore]

✶ all playlists are on spotify.

fic inspired.

wicked game (joel miller)

romantic getaway (scott lang)

virus of the heart (joel miller)

heavy metal love (eddie munson)

call me lover (andy barber)

the art of a storm (bestfriendsdad!steve rogers)

(her) interlude (yelena belova, band au)

sweetman (jake 'hangman' seresin)

fandoms.

in love with a rich boy (ransom drysdale)

and he’s toxic (frank, endings beginings)

my beautiful beautiful makkari (eternals)

bruce wayne’s apple music account

in a toxic relationship with marc spector

summers with peter (tasm!peter parker)

a soft love with steven grant

getting high with peter (tasm!peter parker)

001’s favorite girl (henry creel)

sub!bruce wayne

songs eddie munson would [redacted] to

songs i’d drop it down to for joseph quinn

songs to gulp eddie’s fingers to (eddie munson)

a dream within a dream (morpheus)

my lucifer is lonely (lucifer, the sandman)

a party with desire (desire of the endless)

a god u party (gen v)

jordan li <3 (gen v)

tag team cocksplosion (jordan x marie)

i would eat your puke (sam x emma)

don’t be scared (jordan x marie)

#top4 (gen v)

little bad ass (emma meyer)

lost in saltburn (saltburn)

are you going to behave? (farleigh x oliver)

resourceful.

fight scene vibes

is it lust or love (for writing filth)

like lovers do (when you need a fluff boost)

heartbreak hotel (angst ain't gonna write itself)

that reading ambience

(lit)ature

miscellaneous.

the female gaze

the culture

we saw you from across the bar

unhinged homely men

bimbocore

regency daydreams

springcore

suns out tits out

he’s a murderer!

unhinged hot girl era

sad girl autumn

girls do it better

i wanna be sedated

cool story bro

visceral rejection

hitch hiking in the desert

happy girl autumn

one of those moods

desolate estate

kpop girlie

bumpin dAt grind

baby it’s cold

pink sepia

boyband sundaes

poppin summah

feeling slutty on a tuesday

slasher summer

#playlists #playlists masterlist #spotify playlist #spotify #character playlists

[holylulusworld]

Quick poll for a filthy story I'm working on. I got Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler for the story.

It's pure filth so...

#polls #help me decide

[cevansbrat0007]

The Curse Word: A BiBi Barber Drabble

Summary: Bianca drops a curse word in a public place. Andy Barber x Black!Reader, Bianca Barber

Warnings: Language, Bianca Barber, Nosey Old Ladies, Callbacks to The Andy Griffith Show, Minors DNI

A/N: An old request from @writer84​ Please enjoy. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

___

You, Andy, and your two-year-old baby girl were walking around Target. Your happy place. You all had had a lovely day so far. Your husband had even cooked breakfast! Shocker. 

It hadn’t been anything fancy. But you were beginning to like pesto eggs. And apparently he could also cook bacon. Slowly, but surely, you were going to get him to accept turkey bacon, but hey - change took time.

You only liked pork bacon if it was crispy and cooked in the oven. 

You grew up on turkey bacon and turkey sausage, because your Dad didn’t eat pork. He claimed it gave him a headache. Whatever. 

But anyway, it had to be the right brand, otherwise the products ended up tasting bland.

“Tell me, baby.” Andy mutters. “Do we really need a whole new set of towels?”

“Yes! Unless you want us to keep drying ourselves with the equivalent of steel wool!”

“Oookay…” Andy responds as he tosses an assortment of towels into the cart. “And wash cloths?”

“Yep. What else would you use?”

“My hands.” He grumbles.

“That’s not how you get clean! You just spread the filth!” You tell him. 

Without thinking, you hand BiBi a package of cloths as you get ready to move on. Only for her to accidentally drop them. 

“Shit.” Her little voice squeaks. 

You and Andy immediately freeze in place. “Andrew?”

An old busybody gives you a look from over by the sheets and comforters section. 

Not a word from you, Ms. I Still Wear A Beehive from 1975. 

“Y/N, I’ve been through this before. Don’t say anything or make a big deal out of this and she’ll just move on.” He tells you.

“Alright. Alright.” You bend down to pick up the cloths and then hand them back to her with a smile. “Everything is all good. There are no tiny people cursing around here. In public. We’re all fine.”

Taking them from you, she proceeds to drop them again with a laugh.

“Shit.” 

Lips puckered as if you’ve been sucking on all of the lemons in the world, you pin your husband with a glare. “This is your fault.”

Andy stares back at you incredulously. “My fault how?!”

“Because you curse like a sailor. And now our toddler has picked it up! She sounds like a flipping delinquent!”

“Oh.” He growls. “And you don’t curse? Is that what I’m hearing?”

“Ha! I mean, I do. But not like you. And not in front of her and -” You realize Betty Beehive is staring at you three, with disapproval written all over her face. 

Oh, hell no. Take your judgment somewhere else. 

“Hey, Aunt Bee!” You call over to her. “Don’t you need to get back over to Mayberry R.F.D. before they notice you’re missing?”

The woman immediately turns and walks away. “Yeah, that’s what I thought!” You growl. 

“So this is my fault?” Andy snarls. 

“Yep. Already covered that. You know what? After this, we’re all going to church or something. I cannot have a potty-mouthed two-year-old!”

“I’ll work on it, Y/N.” Your man grumbles. 

“Shit!” Your baby giggles again.

You look over at the Starbucks nestled in the corner of the store. “Baby, stop saying that word and Mama will buy you a chocolate crossaint, okay?”

She chews on her fingers and mumbles something about “chocky chips”.

END

#Chris Evans #andy barber #chris evans x black!reader #andy barber black!reader #chris evans woc!reader #andy barber woc!reader #chris evans imagines #andy barber imagines #chris evans fanfic #andy barber fanfic #Bianca Barber #cevansbrat0007 asks #Cevansbrat0007 fic #cevansbrat0007growing pains series

[nana1000night]

STARDUST REBLOG CHALLENGE Masterlist

September 🍂

Week 1 (9.7~9.11)

9/7、9/8

Diplomatic Negotiations drabble by @oh-my-damn

were-creature Wednesday: werewolf Ari and Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

Dark Tony Stark x Reader by @mrsdarkandyandere7

Avengers Game Night Headcanon by @marvel-sambuckyvibes

Steven Grant x Fem!Reader by  @angelltheninth

Dennis Baker drabbles by @ littlelioncub43 

Bucky Barnes | B&B SFW Alphabet by @rookthorne 

One Night Stand by @caplanbuckybarnes

Dennis Baker married life by @ littlelioncub43

Whumptember 2022 prompt:sick pairing:Frank Adler /little!reader by @comfortcap

Tell him you’re mine(Curtis Everett /fem!reader) by @vivianandherlily

Forgot by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Bring me to life part 1 by @nekoannie-chan

Love poison (Steve Rogers /fem!reader) by @empyreanwritings

9/9

‘Cause I can’t help if you look like an angel by @wildestdreamsblog

Andy Barber (Mr.Freezy) x reader by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

 For You I’ll Fight || Bruce Wayne Imagine by @holymultiplefandomsbatman

Forgot - but then Steve Remembers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse 

Clubs and Things by @samwilsonsbabymama

AU!Buckys and their readers by @angrythingstarlight 

Fluff and nsfw (fluff part) by @ronearoundblindly 

Stars and Stripes | s.w.  by @sweetascanbee

There's still time (Eddie Brock x Reader) by @raincoffeeandfandoms

in layman's terms by @sweetdreamsbuck

Beautifully Unfinished by @kayteewritessteve

Midnight Stroll by @drabblewithfrannybarnes

The Feeling’s Mutual by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝   by @buckycuddlebuddy

CE characters react when their girls withhold sex..just to tease him hc by @royalsweetteaa

9/10

The maid of Mr. Barnes - Part 6 (Bucky Barnes x Reader) by @disasterofastory

Gotcha Day | s.r. by @sweetascanbee

Summer Wedding by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Vampire reader x steve by @ronearoundblindly

deep sea mermaid reader x steve by  @ronearoundblindly

art - bucky barnes x reader by @onceuponastory

college bruce banner x g/n! reader by @fluffyprettykitty

9/11

mob boss! Steve x reader by @angrythingstarlight 

Andy Barber x reader (3k wheels of filth drabble celebration) by @ the-iceni-bitch

Royal Flush-Part 5* by @ilovefandoms102

steve rogers x  trench mermaid pt.2 by @ronearoundblindly

fluffy Friday (Ari x Luna) by @imaginedreamwrite​ 

Steve x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain​

once in a lifetime by @ classicalmarvel

Blanket Monster by @drabblewithfrannybarnes​

Give Me a Hand? by @the-iceni-bitch​

Week 2

The One in Charge by  @raincoffeeandfandoms

boyfriend!Ari Levinson x student! Reader by @junipermuses

FK!Ari x reader by @onsunnyside

Jake Jensen x reader by @littlelioncub43

𝐌𝐀𝐏𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐍-𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄𝐒 by @vivianandherlily

Mixed Signals - Part I: A Chris Evans Mini Fic (Three Parts) by @chris-evans-fics

Happy Father's Day - Jake Jensen by @justalonelyslytherin

HAPPY FATHER’S DAY - COLIN SHEA  by @justalonelyslytherin

Hey, Kitty Kitty by @royalsweetteaa

Sprinkle by @buckyalpine

Heavenly Touch by @straywords

bucky barnes x reader by @annab-nana

bucky barnes x reader quote by @incorrectanything

Ari x Reader: won't you whisper soft and slow? (One Shot) by @cruelfvkingsummer

adopted a puppy CE x reader by @imyourbratzdoll

Hot Tubs and Bubs by @f10werfae

Escape by @golden-ariess

whats-it-like-being-tall-yn-is-it by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Sox (Chris Evans x Reader Headcannon) by @cevansgoatee

CE x reader 3 parts by @classicalmarvel

HONEYMOON WITH ARI by @classicalmarvel

safe in your arms by  @classicalmarvel

winter things by  @classicalmarvel

you make me feel like a teenager in loveee! by  @classicalmarvel

3 headcanons by   @classicalmarvel

Mob Bucky x F reader by @buckyalpine

Well-deserved throne by @sinner-as-saint

A morning with Stevie- questions and answers by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Sleepy by @comfortcap

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

Fresh Fallen Snow, Part 6 by @georgiapeach30513

Civil war Bucky + overstimulation (light fic) by @buckgasms

A simple mission by @nekoannie-chan​

steve rogers x reader quote by @incorrectcapsicle

40s Bucky + Virginity by @buckgasms

Summer Wedding Part 4 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

Happy ending by @nekoannie-chan

fluffy smut steve rogers x reader by @the-iceni-bitch​

Silverfox Johnny drunk rambling to his baby by @imaginedreamwrite​

𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐞 by @buckycuddlebuddy​

Like Braille by @thenhewaswrongaboutme​

Smut Dialogue: “Is that a thong?” with Ari Levinson by @the-iceni-bitch

October 🎃

S IS FOR SMOOTH by @peternoonewantsthat

Plushie Problem by @thenhewaswrongaboutme

SOMEBODY ELSE by @shedobewritingalittle

𝐒𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐍𝐈𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐓 by @vivianandherlily

Time For A Break- Chris Evans xreader fic by @sarahrogersevans

DAY 21 — THIGH FUCKING by @bucky-barnes-diaries

Flashed a Tit by @f10werfae

Summer wedding Part 6 by @royalwriteroftheuniverse 

Part 5

Part 4

Part 3

Part 2

Part 1

Mafia!Bucky x Reader by @angrythingstarlight

OVER AND OVER - ARI LEVINSON SMUT by @frostironfudge

Misreaders by @royalesweetteaa

DAY 20 — THIGH RIDING by  @bucky-barnes-diaries

A PLACE TO COME HOME TO by @justalonelyslytherin

I WANT YOU- CHRIS EVANS XREADER FAN FIC by @sarahrogersevans

Slice of Life by @fluffycutecevans

HEAVEN FOR YOU: PART 4 by @imaginedreamwrite

KITCHEN DISASTER by @nekoannie-chan

𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐥𝐞 𝟒 by @buckyhoney

POSTCARDS MASTERLIST by @sebbytrash

𝗖𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱𝘀 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗸𝗳𝗮𝘀𝘁- 𝗔𝗿𝗶 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗼𝗻 by @gutflorizt

FOOLS RUSH IN (OCT 20TH) by @ronearoundblindly

TWO OF US by @lovebittenbyevans

Drabble 1

Drabble 2

Drabble 3

Drabble 4

Drabble 5

IG Posted ｜Part 2  ｜ Part 3  ｜

Aesthetic au

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

I know heaven’s a thing, I go there when you touch me by @wildestdreamsblog

SHORT STUFF - BUCKY BARNES X READER by @youlightmeupfinn

Ransom/daycare! reader by  @imaginedreamwrite

A TOUCH OF DESIRE by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

UNTITLED DRABBLE by @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

HIS BRIDE by  @joannaliceevans-fanficblog

TICKLETOBER DAY 18: CHASE by @supermarvel-fics

A DAY FULL OF SURPRISES- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC by  @sarahrogersevans

A TEASE by @lokiandbuckysdoll

MOVING DAY by @fortheloveoffanfic

CAT-SITTING by @youre-amazing-say-it

NASTY NAUGHTY BOY || STEVE ROGERS X FEM!READER by @ro-is-struggling

college fuckboy buck x f reader by @buckyalpine

Kiss it Better by @straywords

A DATE WITH THE BOSS by @lokiandbuckysdoll

BUCKY BARNES | ONE SHOT | OKAY by @adrinktostopyourthirst

HIDE AND SEEK | STEVE ROGERS  BY @earth616variant

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Your Protector, Forever BY @wildestdreamsblog

Nursing Our Hearts Back to Health BY @justalonelyslytherin

THE DAY STEVE ROGERS SAVED ME FROM A FIRE- STEVE ROGERS XREADER FIC BY @sarahrogersevans

innocent crybaby reader: bodyguard ari BY @onsunnyside

corruption kink by @holylulusworld

Writers Block by @royalwriteroftheuniverse

kinktober masterlist by @bubblessunshinehoney

Steven/Marc/Jake x F!Reader by @soonknight

Kinktober bingo by @nomadicpixel

Shorty McLovin by @f10werfae

Timeless lovin’ by @royalsweetteaa

Part 1

FARM BOY STEVE by @onsunnyside

IT’S FUN BEING BAD by @sunshinebuckybarnes

Loud Thoughts & Hot Cocoa- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

LOVERS IN THE ORCHARD by @vintagestarlight

Kinktober Masterlist by @luxeavenger

kinktober masterlist by @imyourbratzdoll

kinktober masterlist by @traitorjoelite

STARTING GATE by @navybrat817

werewolf Curtis x Luna by @imaginedreamwrite

The Fitness Pack masterlist by @holylulusworld

JUST A LITTLE TASTE | B. BARNES by @buckspumpkin

Kissing + Wakanda Bucky by @buckgasms

FRESH FALLEN SNOW by @georgiapeach30513

Nothing I Won’t Do- Chris Evans xreader fan fic by @sarahrogersevans

TAME by @buckyalpine

CE CHARACTERS PODCAST HEADCANNON AND WHAT THEY WOULD LISTEN TO XREADER by @sarahrogersevans

PHIL’S BIRTHDAY by @anotherfuckingmarvelfanaccount

𝙪𝙣𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 (1) ₊˚ପ⊹ 𝙗.𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙨 • 𝙨.𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙧𝙨 by @hellsbarnes

CALL IT DREAMING by @helios-writes

SAM WILSON X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

BATHTIME | B.B. by @intrepidacious

HARD TO HANDLE by @rubynationwins

ok maybe not a good guy but at least a dateable guy? by @angrythingstarlight

HAPPINESS GREED?  by @ace-of-gay

kinktober masterlist by @ddaz3d-and-cc0nfused

BOUND BY THE NIGHT by @jobean12-blog

SHE’S NOT YOU by @alisonsfics

Title: One Night Only by @jessybarnes

Bucky craving pumpkins with reader by @foreverindreamlandd

FRIENDLY COMPETITION by @hannibals-favourite-meal

Angrydaddy Andy forcing kitten reader to hump on his leather shoes while he is in a meeting by @onsunnyside

TOGETHER FOREVER by @syntheticavenger

EARPIECE STEVE ROGERS X GN!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

Kinktober Masterlist by @bucky-barnes-diaries

512 - B.B by @the-canary

HOMECOMINGSTEVE ROGERS X F!READER (FLUFF) by @rodrikstark

 Always Enough by @jobean12-blog

Ned；bucky barnes x reader by @buckyalpine

SWEET DREAMS by @buckyalpine

WHAT YOUR HONEYMOON WITH STEVE ROGERS WOULD INCLUDE... by @alloftheimaginesblog

PRETTY GIRL by @jewels2876

JUMP WITH ME by @writercole

best friend Bucky by @buckyalpine

chris x foreigner reader by @imyourbratzdoll

andy barber x reader x steve rogers(past relationship) by @imyourbratzdoll

STAY by @librariesandcastles

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐮𝐬. by @imyourbratzdoll

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝑨𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑 by @imyourbratzdoll

Growing Pains Series by @cevansbrat0007​

Kinktober 2022 by @holylulusworld​

COCKTAIL by @jobean12-blog

KINKTOBER DAY 12: MOMMY KINK W/ STEVE ROGERS by @marvelouscharlie24​

Kinktober 2022 Masterlist by LATE-TO-THE-PARTY-81

SECRET FAMILY RECIPE - STEVE ROGERS by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 3) by CUMONBUCKY

DON’T SAY ANYTHING (PART 2) by CUMONBUCKY

animal shifter au by SARGENTBARXES

boss!vampire!bucky x PA plus size reader by SEBASTIANSLUTS

SHOW ME by SPECTRE-POSTS

  DO YOU WANT TO HAVE AN ALPHA? by WELLDONEBECA

THIRD WHEEL by HANNIBALS-FAVOURITE-MEAL

"YOU KEPT THIS?" by JUSTALONELYSLYTHERIN

SAME SIDE by NEKOANNIE-CHAN

KINKTOBER DAY 10: BITING W/ LLOYD HANSEN by  MARVELOUSCHARLIE24

Second Chance- Steve Rogers xreader fan fic by  SARAHROGERSEVANS

THE MAID OF MR. BARNES + LONG NIGHT (BUCKY BARNES X READER) by DISASTEROFASTORY

AUTUMN IS HEALING by  RONEAROUNDBLINDLY

𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬: Ari Levinson and Nomad Steve Rogers by LILACEVANS

what each of the guys' dicks look like and i need to know your opinion now by VALLEYFAE

I Will Never Forget. He Never Did Either by ROYALWRITERSOFTHEUNIVERSES

November ❄️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4

December ☃️

Week 1

Week 2

Week 3

Week 4𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐯𝐞: 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝   

#stardust reblog challenge #nana's reblog challenge

[ao3feed-snowpiercer]

31 Days of Filth & Kink (#kinktober2022)

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2cVzkyl

by spectre_posts, Whatisyourplantoday

The title speaks for itself. 31 Days of Filth & Kink featuring Chris Evans' entire IMDB catalog to date in 2022.

Words: 59660, Chapters: 21/31, Language: English

Fandoms: The Gray Man (2022), The Red Sea Diving Resort (2019), Not Another Teen Movie (2001), The Avengers (Marvel Movies), Street Kings (2008), Snowpiercer (2013), The Perfect Score (2004), Cellular (2004), The Loss of a Teardrop Diamond (2008), Gifted (Movie 2017), Sunshine (2007), Scott Pilgrim vs. the World (2010), What's Your Number? (2011), Fantastic Four (Movies 2005-2007), Fierce People (2005), The Nanny Diaries (2007), Knives Out (Movies), Puncture (2011), The Iceman (2012), The Losers (2010), London (2005), Push (2009), Playing It Cool (2014), Before We Go (2014), Defending Jacob (TV 2020)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort), Jake Wyler, Steve Rogers, Paul Diskant, Curtis Everett, Kyle (The Perfect Score), Ryan Ackerman, Jimmy Dobyne, Frank Adler, James Mace, Lucas Lee, Colin Shea, Johnny Storm, Bryce Langley, Hayden Harvard Hottie, Ransom Drysdale, Mike Weiss, Robert Pronge, Jake Jensen, Syd (London), Nick Gant, Me (Playing It Cool), nick vaughn - Character, Andy Barber

Relationships: Lloyd Hansen/Reader, Ari Levinson (Red Sea Diving Resort)/Reader, Jake Wyler/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Paul Diskant/Reader, Curtis Everett/Reader, Kyle (The Perfect Score)/Reader, Ryan Ackerman/Reader, Jimmy Dobyne/Reader, Frank Adler/Reader, James Mace/Reader, Lucas Lee/Reader, Colin Shea/Reader, Johnny Storm/Reader, Bryce Langley/Reader, Hayden Harvard Hottie/Reader, Ransom Drysdale/Reader, Mike Weiss (Puncture 2011)/Reader, Robert Pronge/Reader, Jake Jensen/Reader, Syd (London)/Reader, Nick Gant/Reader, Me (Playing It Cool)/Reader, nick vaughn/reader, Andy Barber/Reader

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2cVzkyl

#snowpiercer #ao3feed

[plaid-shirtsandvibranium-arms]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💜

Oh, this is tough. I think for everyone who writes, each fic is special in a way. Let's see.

Little Blue Ribbons

Tbh this was a cathartic write for me. I poured every heartbreak I ever had in my entire life into this mini series. It was my way of letting go.

Nemesis Trilogy

This is my project on real plot planning. Never have I ever taken so much care and planning on any damn fic.

All You Can Eat Series

This was just fun. It's basically just self indulgent filth and my love for supernatural creatures. And reverse harems. Always reverse harems.

Tell Me Your Name

I rarely write softer romantic fics and I really loved writing this one. I loved writing something that was very much like a story book story.

A Lack of Choice

Mermen. Dark unhinged mermen. I will always write Andy Barber as unhinged and toxic as hell.

#cassie answers

[onsunnyside]

happy battle of the dilfs day, besties !!

#the time has come #the dilfs of our dreams #I present #ari levinson #bucky barnes #and #andy barber #the filth that has come from my hands astounds me #sonny speaks #is that my name in the corner? yes #special day

[the-iceni-bitch]

On the Tip of My Tongue

Kinkmas Day 9: Dirty Talk

Relationship: Andy Barber x TJ Hammond (jawbreaker and sugar, NLLYL)

Words: ~1k

Summary: Andy really is going to be the death of TJ.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (all just dirty talk, but it’s nasty, salad tossing, unprotected anal sex, feminization, bimbofication, multiple orgasms, anal cream pie, big ass daddy kink), age gap (not mentioned but present), ANDY’S MOUTH, baby TJ being all flustered and cute, mentions of waxing, lingerie, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!

A/N: Andy is going to kill ALL OF US, holy fucking shit.

I am no longer doing taglists so if you want to stay up to date on all the latest filth, follow my sideblog @the-iceni-library and turn on notifications!

TJ was shaking. He could hear the ice in his drink tinkling against the glass when he brought it to his lips as he struggled to get himself under control.

But he couldn’t, and it was all Andy’s fault.

“God you smell so fucking good.” TJ tried his best not to whimper when Andy growled in his ear again, the feeling of the older man’s arm sliding around his waist and squeezing making his knees weak as he just looked at the bottom of his soda glass. “Like sex and vanilla. I bet that boy pussy smells even better, wanna suffocate myself in it while I make you squeal, sugar.”

He was sure he was going to start sobbing and begging Andy to fuck him if this kept up, fuck the fact that they were surrounded by Andy’s partners and clients at the firm’s holiday party, TJ’s prick had been hard for the past half hour and it didn’t seem like that was going to change anytime soon.

Maybe he should have waited to show Andy his surprise until after they got back to his house, but he wanted to tease his Daddy. How was he supposed to know that telling Andy he’d gotten everything waxed and given him a little peek at the dark green panties he was wearing would turn him into… this? Damn Johnny for telling him to be more forward, as soon as he saw that asshole here he was going to smack him, or kiss him, he couldn’t decide.

“Know that cunt is so goddamn soft and warm now, I wanna make it wet.” Andy was so worked up TJ was sure he was only seconds away from actually ripping the well-tailored suit right off his body and eating him out with an audience. “Make a fucking feast out of that pretty pink hole. Are you extra sensitive, sugar? Are those soft little panties making that pretty prick of yours leak for your Daddy?”

They were, all TJ could do was nod as he blushed up to his ears, batting his eyelashes like a little coquette as he gazed at Andy and not helping the situation at all. He couldn’t look at the man for long though, the intensity in his eyes making his gut burn and his head swim as he fought the urge to bare his throat and whine.

“So fucking pink and sweet for your Daddy.” TJ could feel Andy’s smile against his cheek when he choked on a whimper, trying not to openly pant when he felt teeth scraping against the shell of his ear while he picked out a spot on the wall to stare at. “Poor little thing. And I would’ve made you feel so good, baby boy, would’ve taken my time kissing and licking that pretty, smooth little pussy until it opened up for Daddy before I fucked you nice and slow. But you had to be mean and tease your Daddy.”

Oh no…

“Daddy was gonna be so nice, sugar, was gonna give you just one before we left, was gonna make sure you felt it in your toes and got all syrupy sweet for me since you had to be on my arm all night.” Andy took a sip of his bourbon and smiled when TJ let out a pathetic hiccup, nuzzling against the younger man’s temple and purring as he kept detailing exactly what he was going to do to him. “You made me wait, though, and fuck, baby, I’m gonna wreck that boy cunt.”

TJ was sure everyone saw him jump when Andy bit his ear and slid his hand down to grab his ass, barely swallowing his squeal when Andy’s fingers slipped even lower until they were teasing along his taint over his trousers. Someone was going to see them, or hear the way TJ was practically keening each time he breathed. Andy was being so brazen, and as embarrassed as TJ knew he should be, all he could feel was warm and aroused and achy in his core.

“I’m gonna eat that pussy like a fucking buffet, gonna make that smooth, pretty cunt so fucking wet and messy it makes a stain on my damn sheets.” Andy was so close, TJ felt like he was suffocating in the man, like he was about to be shoved up against a wall and have every single breath stolen from his lungs. “Want it all slick and swollen for Daddy’s dick, it’s gonna look so pretty swallowing my cock whole, gonna feel so fucking good when I dig into that sweet spot until my balls are nestled right up against that soft skin. Then I’m gonna fuck you, look at me.”

Andy was gentle when he gripped TJ’s chin and tilted his face up to his, but the look in his eyes was absolutely feral. It made TJ start vibrating as his entire body drew tight with anticipation, his breath shallow and warm against Andy’s lips while he looked at him stupidly.

“I’m gonna fuck you so hard, sugar.” He wasn’t sure if it was just the anxiety of the situation, but Andy had never seemed bigger than he did right now, and it had TJ swooning. “Gonna make that pussy squirt, you’re gonna come so hard. And I’m not gonna stop, your tight little cunt is gonna come on Daddy’s dick so many times you won’t be able to walk, I’m gonna ruin you, gonna use that sweet body of yours however I want until you’re jelly. You aren’t even gonna be able to hold on all the cum I’m going to pump into that pussy. You feel how fucking full I am for you, sugar?”

Andy groaned as he grabbed TJ’s hand and pressed it against his bulge, the way his baby gasped when he dragged his palm down until he was cupping his balls making him barely hang onto his composure as he smashed their lips together. TJ couldn’t handle it, he was done, if Andy didn’t do everything he had just detailed within the next ten minutes he was going to explode.

“Daddy…”

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[hansoloswhore]

feeling Chris Evans beard on the inside of your thigh while he eats you out 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

also thinking about him saying “thats a good girl… just a bit longer then you can cum for me”

“you like the feel of my beard on your thighs dont you baby”

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[georgiapeach30513]

Andy Barber Masterlist

Wipe Mine Clean

Raptophilia

Zelophilia

Agrexophilia

A Little at a Time - Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your self pity, or get out…and that’s where you meet Andy Barber.

A Losing Hand -  Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who?

Desperate Affairs -  Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?  ⭐COMPLETE⭐

In the Dark of the Night -  Hellforsure, Kentucky really lived up to its name.  Nothing for miles and miles, except for The Children of the Night.  Vampire bars were supposed to be illegal.  But a speakeasy vampire bar goes unnoticed.  Sin and filth around every corner, and you’re willing to give up your body, soul, and blood for one night of pleasure.  At least they’re the best looking men you’d ever seen.    

Just Like the Caged Bird -  You are a widow who moves back to her husband’s hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law’s garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers.

Kindly Unspoken -  When Andy is convinced his ex had his baby and gave it up for adoption before her untimely death, he’s not going to stop until he finds out the truth, even if it’s eight years later. Being a new social worker, you go out of your way to help him figure out if there is a child, and if the child is even his.  *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU*

The Legends of Collingswood Glade -  Deep into the woods, and past the veil is a beautiful place.  Beautiful but dangerous.  Faeries are not to be trusted, and in their world rules often change.  Each court is different, but one rules them all...

Pretty Little Secrets -  Growing up in a home with other women, you are trained to become the perfect housewife, and you’ve caught the eyes of the possible future Vice President Scott Huffman.  While he’s extremely interested, your little crush on Nick Gant, may get you in trouble...

Red Riding Hood COMING SOON -  Stay out of the woods.  It was a simple task.  You failed, but it was your brother’s fault.  Don’t eat the apples.  Failed again.  And now you’re being chased by the most feared thing, or man, in the woods.  You should have listened...  

Rumplestiltskin -  Ransom was nothing that you had envisioned.  Pompous, obnoxious, cocky, and downright mean.  When he captured you, you weren't ready to meet an faerie.  But was he really a demon?  And now you're indebt to him.  Tasked with marrying a man you didn't love.  One that deep down was really a beast.

Unfaithful -  Married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough  ⭐COMPLETE⭐

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[avintagekiss24]

Guys

I have a crazy ass idea for a sequel to Paper... featuring a divorce attorney...

Ransom Drysdale x black!reader x Andy Barber

Yay? Nay? Tell me!!

#Ransom Drysdale #Andy Barber #the filth #THE FILTH #someone please stop me #🥴🥴🥴🥴 #i dont think ive written a crossover before #tell me what you think tho #for real