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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Can I request a girl's night out with cop Andy and reader? Reader goes out and Andy stays back home to watch their newborn. He makes sure to tease her about not getting arrested before she leaves or sends one of his cop friends to check in on Mrs Barber and friends

You toy with the knot of your skirt, adjusting and fixing the fabric while studying yourself in the mirror. Girls night had come around again and Andy was overeager to watch your newborn while you went out and had fun. He didn’t protest once when you told him you’d be gone the entire night and that you’d be crashing at Maria’s place.

“I’m almost done.” You turned, studying the olive green skirt that hung comfortably around your hips and the lace crop top that added a little flair. “And then I’ll be gone.”

Through the reflection of the mirror you could see Andy, his eyes on you while your newborn nestled against his chest. His lips were stretched into a small smile, prideful and soft as he watched you.

“What?” You turned to face him, curious about the specific look in his eyes and the shift of his smile from affectionate to teasing.

“Mrs. Barber,” Andy croons, gently stepping toward you to sweep his lips against yours for a tender kiss before you leave for the night, “you need to be on your best behaviour. Don’t get arrested.”

“Andy, I promise I’ll be on some…behaviour.” You replied with as much tease, kissing him and then your newborn’s forehead gently. “You make sure daddy behaves.”

“I mean it, Mrs. Barber. I don’t want to bail you out.” Andy followed you from the bedroom, prodding after you down the hall and stairs to the front entrance of your home, waiting with you while you slipped on your heels and grabbed your jacket.

“I promise I’ll try and be on my best behaviour.” You rolled your eyes, giving Andy a quick kiss and then your newborn before you rest your hand on the doorknob and pushed down. “I’ll call you when I’m about to leave.”

“Have fun, darling.” Andy watched you leave, he gently rocked your baby until your friends car had pulled out of the driveway and then he stepped away from the door.

Andy had settled your baby back into the chair swing, clasping the restraints to secure them, and then stepped into the kitchen. It was with amusement and admiration that Andy had reached for his cellphone, bringing it to his ear after dialling the number.

“Hey J, I need you to check in on Mrs. Barber for me around midnight, just make sure she makes it home okay.”

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years

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andy barber + halloween = ? 👀

it's fun being bad

Pairing: College!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: matching halloween costumes leads to Andy showing you a fun time

Warnings: pet names (baby, honey, sweetheart), slight sir kink, use of handcuffs, smut; unprotected sex. Cop and robber costume.

Authors note: Okay, we’re having some college!Andy because Halloween with him would be the spookiestsexiest time. (word count: 1.5k)

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“Could you have found a shorter dress?” your friend laughs as you walk into the crowded kitchen.

Halloween on campus was no joke and everyone took it seriously. And by seriously, it meant the girls wore something revealing and the boys wore something tight.

You laugh back as you take the drink she offers you, “who’d have thought the ideal outfit to wear whilst robbing someone was a dress that shows your ass and tits?”

She laughs with you, stopping when her eyes glance over your shoulder, a sly smile spreading her lips “oh I get it now. Heads up, think you’re about to be arrested.”

With that, she leaves you standing alone. You try to contain your smile, knowing exactly what she was referring to.

“Excuse me, Ma’am?”

You giggle quietly before composing yourself and turning around. Your eyes drag slowly up his body from the tight black pants that hug his thighs and the handcuffs hanging from his belt loop to his overly tight blue shirt whose buttons are practically tearing at the seams.

Your eyes travel further, biting your lip at how much his beard has filled out and wishing his beautiful blue eyes weren’t shielded by a pair of aviators.

Giving him your best innocent look, you clasp your hands behind your back, your breasts almost spilling out of the low cut of your dress. “what can I do for you, officer Barber?”

He clicks his tongue, removing his sunglasses so he can take you in. His eyes linger a touch on your chest before travelling down your body. You watch as lust takes over his eyes when he takes in your black fishnet thigh-highs and knee-high boots.

Andy sighs before his eyes are meeting yours again, “I’m afraid you’re under arrest.”

“Is that so, can I ask what the charge is?”

He steps closer to you, one large hand settling on your waist as he pulls you against him. “You’re under arrest for being too fucking sexy,” he growls in your ear.

You throw your head back with a giggle as Andy begins to chain kiss across your jaw. He makes his way to your lips, capturing them in a searing kiss. His other arm wraps around you, lifting you off the ground. You don’t even care that your dress has ridden up and you’re pretty sure your ass is out.

The sound of whistling and hollering behind you has Andy reluctantly pulling away from your lips and placing you back on the ground.

A roll of his eyes and a curt "shut the fuck up" has the rowdy group of frat boys behind you going back to minding their own business.

You reach for your drink on the side, holding his gaze as you drain the contents, "you gonna put me in cuffs, officer?"

A shiver runs down your spine at the way Andy's eyes darken. You damn near collapse when he bites his lip.

"My naughty girl," he purrs, "I'm gonna have you in nothing but the cuffs."

Before you have a chance to take in his words he lifts you over his shoulder and heads straight for the stairs. You give your friends a little wave as he carries you past them like you're nothing more than a ragdoll.

"You might want to turn the music up."

"Andy!" You laugh as he swats your ass and continues up the stairs, grinning at the cheers coming from your friends.

"It's 'officer' to you, honey."

You can’t contain your giggles as he carries you towards an empty bedroom, excitement bubbling in your stomach at the thought of what's to come. Andy keeps you on his shoulder as he locks the door to the room he’s found before dropping you onto the bed.

Another round of giggles escapes you as you bounce on the soft mattress. Leaning up on your elbows you bite your lip as you take in the sight of him.

“What are you going to do with me, officer?” you tease, brushing your heeled foot slowly up his leg.

“That depends, honey,” he begins, his hand coming up to slowly unzip your boot. Pulling one off before doing the same with the other as he continues, “are you going to be good for me?”

He begins to take off your fishnets, his lips brushing each bit of revealed skin tenderly. You have to bite back a moan at the feel of his beard scratching your skin. You wait until both your legs are bare to give him your answer.

“Why would I be good when being bad is so much more fun.”

The smile he shoots you is wicked and his next movements happen in a flash. He kneels on the bed, pulling you up into his lap and claiming your lips with his own. Andy breaks apart from your lips only to pull your dress off, a deep growl rumbling in his chest as he takes in your dainty lace underwear.

His lips connect with yours again, it’s less rushed but no less passionate. Andy gently lowers your body back down to the bed before he begins slowly kissing and nipping his way down your body.

Your back arches as he bites and pinches your nipples through the thin material of your bra. He continues down your body and by the time he’s pulled your panties off and thrown them somewhere in the room, you’re a withering mess.

Before you’ve even had time to catch your breath, Andy flips you over onto your stomach. He pulls your hips back until you’re resting on your knees with your shoulders resting against the bed. You yelp when he lands two hard smacks on your ass, feeling your arousal against your thighs.

“Hands behind your back.”

You do as you're told, biting your lip when you feel the cool metal clasp around your wrists. You welcome the weight of Andy’s body as he leans over you, brushing your hair to the side and whispering in your ear, “just say the word and I’ll undo them, okay?”

You smile, turning as much as you can to look at him, “okay.”

He smiles back, leaning in to give you a soft kiss before pulling away again.

You feel the bed shift and hear the sound of Andy’s belt coming undone. The anticipation is killing you and you can’t help the whine that slips past your lips.

“Still going to be bad?” he asks, kneeling behind you again. You can feel the material of his trousers against the back of your thighs and the image of him fucking you completely naked whilst he’s still fully clothed has another wave of arousal flowing through you.

“Well, I don’t know, officer. You’ve not really given me a reason to be good,” you pout, wiggling your ass for emphasis.

You expect him to shoot back some witty retort but instead, he knocks the air from your lungs when he thrusts into you in one hard stroke. He doesn’t give you time to adjust and to be honest you’re so turned on he doesn’t really need to. His pace is slow and hard, letting you feel every inch and every vein.

“Fuck, Andy,” you moan, fingers grasping at the sheets.

He slaps your ass hard, “think you’re forgetting your manners, sweetheart.”

“Sorry, sir,” you whine, clenching down hard at the resulting growl.

“Fuck, keep calling me that, baby.”

His request is surprising but not unwelcome and you make sure to add it to your pleas and gasps.

Andy’s hands have a bruising grip on your hips as he pulls you back to meet each of his thrusts. Your muscles ache from the position and the tension of your upcoming orgasm and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“Please, sir,” you beg, desperate for him to push you over the edge.

“My naughty, filthy girl,” he grunts, planting another smack on your tender ass, “you gonna be good, baby?”

“Yes, sir. Promise, sir,” you sob when one of his hand's curls under you, his deft fingers connecting with your clit and sending shockwaves through your body.

“That’s it, baby,” he encourages, mesmerised by the way your thighs begin to shake, “be a good girl and come for me.”

“Fuck,” you almost scream as your orgasm tears through you, “thank you, sir.”

“Fuck,” Andy growls, his hips stilling against your ass as he comes deep inside of you.

Once he’s caught his breath he slowly pulls out of you, smoothing his hands over your tender skin. He quickly unclasps the handcuffs, rubbing your sore muscles as he guides you to lay on your back.

“How was that?” he grins, laying beside you, his hands never leaving your body.

You smile up at him with a lazy grin, “it was perfect… Sir.”

He chuckles, leaning down to kiss you, “keep that up and we’re going again.”

You join in with his laughter, your fingers toying with the plastic badge pinned to his shirt.

“Why did you want to dress as a cop? I thought defence lawyers were supposed to hate cops”

He laughs, kissing your wrists tenderly, “I just wanted a reason to handcuff you.”

I love college!Andy so damn much! Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoyed this. As always comments and reblogs are super appreciated ✨🖤

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rogerswifesblog · 2 years

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-> Steve Rogers

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-> Together Or Not At All

Life as a roommate can be tricky, especially when you are living with Steve Rogers, Johnny Storm, Jake Jensen and Nick Grant. You opted to be a therapist, but things didn’t turn out exactly as planned… (Steve Rogers x Reader, Johnny Storm x Reader, Jake Jensen x Reader, Nick Gant x Reader) A collaboration with @jamneuromain

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There was only one rule between best friends. Don’t have sex. But what happens when you break it anyway?

Highschool au

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Student!Steve Rogers x tutor!reader

Tutor!reader helps Steve prepare for his math exams. He’s totally falling for her, but she doesn’t want him. She’s older, a college student. 25.

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Corrupting people’s thoughts. It’s easy, in a very simple way: sexual pleasure. Turns out no man can resist such a beauty like you.

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jamneuromain · 9 months

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Wishful Thinking Chpt. 8

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, possessive behavior, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, cheating, explicit language, TW: mention of assault and violence

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Someone calls your name when you are gazing into your coffee.

“Oh hey, Marta, didn’t see you there.” You nod to Marta, noticing her presence before replying.

Marta looks a bit hesitant, “There’s an ‘Andy’ at the door, that says he’s your boyfriend and wants to talk.”

The image of Andy apologizing last time flashes into your memory briefly. You try your best to bury them back in your brain, forcing a smile, “Did you tell him that you’d come and get me?”

“No, silly.” Marta heads over to the fridge and closes the fridge door with a can of cherry soda in her hand, talking as if she’s proud of herself, “I said I just moved in and I don’t know my roommates yet. Said I’ll go check whether the person he’s talking about lives here. If you want him gone, I can tell him you moved out.” She adds very quickly, “Or call the cops.”

Her suggestion brings a smile to your lips.

As ridiculous as the suggestion sounds, you are grateful that Marta didn’t let slip that she knows who you are and where you are.

You leave your coffee mug on the kitchen table, “I’ll just … talk to him. Thank you, Marta.”

Marta slurps her soda, coughing when she has too big a gulp, “no-no problem!”

Every step you take, feels heavy on your heart.

You don’t want to talk to Andy. You want to stay in a confined dark little corner and cry your eyes out.

Yet you have no tears. And you have to be a grown-up and tell him, that you decide to break up with him.

End things. Once and for all.

See, although you like happy endings for stories, whether the ones you read or the ones you write, but you also know that fairytales don’t happen in real life, and there is no magic, nor some Gaston to miraculously help you solve whatever misunderstanding that lies between the two of you, and leading to a happily-ever-after end.

Not to mention, it’s not a misunderstanding.

Andy cheated.

He cheated on you when having a wife. Or another girlfriend. Or whatever Laurie Fucking Barber is.

Even if Laurie is lying about it, for your own safety, you wouldn’t want to be around Andy Barber, in case Laurie jumps out of nowhere and slaps you in the face again.

It is a reasonable decision.

The right decision.

But does your heart want it that way?

No.

Your heart drains every ounce of your strength, telling you to hold on to him, after such a terrible mess. Your heart rattles the cage you’ve custom made for it. Making loud noises, tearing you apart.

Your heart tells you what it wants. What you truly want.

You want him.

Which adds to the sadness and pity you feel about yourself.

A man that lied to you, hurt you, and refused to share with you about himself. So many red flags almost scream “RUN” and you successfully ignored all of them.

Love makes you blind. Love makes you foolish.

So you are going to stop loving him.

As hard as it sounds, you are certain time will take care of it.

It’s raining a little outside. Andy came to your door with his suit jacket damp and hair ruffled. He pants, but nothing can subdue the burning down his lungs for running from the parking spot to your place.

A thin line of smiling raise on the corner of his lips, before seeing you. Before actually looking at you. Before taking in your expressionless face and every sign of your body language that says “you are tired”.

And he certainly did not expect the first sentence that you say is a line for break-up.

“We’re done, Andy.”

Maybe he expected it a little, when he pictures Laurie hitting you. Leaving you scared on the floor. Maybe Laurie hit you so hard that you fall to the ground. Maybe you are devastated. Maybe you cried.

Now that seeing you without tears. Without sobbing and sniffing. A dark voice in his head tells him that you want him for the sex, not for the trouble.

Deep down, he knows any reasonable person in your position would be asking for a break-up. However, the demonic voice nags him into doubting. Into suspecting that you are not feeling a thing.

He’s a horrible person. Andy suddenly realizes when the dark thoughts creep inside his head. And he’s hoping you would be as horrible as he is so that he wouldn’t feel half the guilt he has right now for not telling you about Laurie.

He could do nothing than utter a few words. Words, pale and weak. The words almost every cheated man would come home and tell his wife, “Let me explain…”

“There’s nothing to explain about.” You shake your head.

Is that disappointment? Or just boredom? Andy isn’t sure.

A chilling spark runs up his spine. He has to do something. This, Andy is sure. He knows he either do something right now, or he could lose you forever.

“I’m divorcing her. It started six months ago.” It was five but who cares at this point, “She’s been holding a grudge. It was before we met and knew each other, I swear.”

Forget the “not speak ill of your ex” rule. Andy could speak a lot of ill about Laurie. Only that he did not choose to. For one, he didn’t want you to think he’s the type who will criticize his past partner. For another, he is ashamed to admit Laurie. Laurie, as his wife, cheated. Resulting in a huge dent in his self-esteem. He was afraid you would think there’s something wrong with him. That caused Laurie to flee.

He wouldn’t want that.

You’ve heard of husbands starting to date other women before the divorce got finalized. It wasn’t against the law. Nor was it morally incorrect. You didn’t think the same would happen to you. Simple as that.

“You could’ve…” Emphasizing on “could”. “Could’ve told me. Could’ve shared. Hinted, even. About …this. About Laurie.” You whisper in a small voice. Your eyes avoiding his determined gaze. Your gut tells you he’s lying, again. Or your paranoia. You can’t distinguish one from another these days.

“Please. I’m sorry. I fucked up. I know I did. Please-”

Don’t leave him.

“I’m sorry, Andy.”

You are not some puppy who will run back to its master on first call. This isn’t who you are. You expect a relationship, a functional one.

Whatever this is, it isn’t functional.

“We’ve been dating for two, three months now,” you state the obvious, “You know everything about me. About what I eat, what I don’t. You know I prefer drinks more than water. You know I’m deciding about whether to look for a job or continue my studies. You even know the scar on my arm was because of an accident.”

“I-” Andy looks as if he is about to interrupt.

“And I know nothing about you.” Which was fine, at the start. You thought you could ease into things. Get him to open up, little by little. You don’t mind sharing about yourself. You have some issues, of course, that you would rather keep to yourself and work them out. The real problem is, Andy never shares anything. “You seem to go to the gym a lot. You like scheduling. You like having order and control.”

“That’s something about me.” Andy wants to explain.

“Really?” You toss the question back to him, “I don’t know your favorite exercise. Do you swim because there’s an aquatics center within walking distance? Or you like swimming? Or you swim just to keep fit?”

His words grow weaker by the second.

“Why you like having order?” You bring up another question, “I’ve told you before that I like my care-free lifestyle and procrastination because of my inability to make decisions. I’ve told you about my writing. And when I asked you about your writing when you were a teen, what did you say?”

His memory clicks, retracing a dinner date from a month ago.

“I said-” Andy closes his eyes for a brief second, almost painfully, repeating his words, “I wrote some.”

“Some.” You recite, “and then you asked me about something else.”

“I’m sorry. I understand you’re upset.” Those words fly out of his mouth. His apologies are bland. Robotic. He couldn’t find better words. He didn’t know where to start.

Almost everytime, every date. She would try to get to know him more, and only resulted in him knowing her more. As if putting out a question, to him, is similar to a shield, blocking him from her interest.

Your nails dig into the palm of your hands. You are way more than upset. Crossing your arm, you remain stoic, “This isn’t working. You and me. Just leave, Andy. It’s over.”

“You’re mine-” He sounds fragile, hurting, on the verge of shattering, “you promised. You said that. You promised.”

“I promised you nothing.”

You promised him everything. You promised him… you. You entrusted your heart and your soul with him and now this?

“It’s over. We are over, Andy.”

“No.”

For a moment, your brain isn’t able to process that Andy, the kind, gentle, sweet Andy, actually said “no” to your breakup.

“Excuse me?” You narrow your eyes, looking at the man whose head is hanging. An invisible dark mist pulls into a swirl behind his back, almost as if some ridiculous comic book.

Andy raises his head and repeats, “No.”

He’s not going to let you ruin the possibility of “you”. He’s not going to let you get away too.

“I said no.” He has one hand on the door frame. Knuckles white. Clutching the wooden piece. His tone has never been firmer than he is now, “I’m not allowing it. I’m not letting you choose the ‘easy’ choice just because it’s the way you deem appropriate. Because you chickened out.”

“Ex-fucking-cuse me??”

Oh. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that last one. But pure blinding rage covers his mind and his body. As soon as his lips part, some more escape his mouth with ease, “You're just like everyone else who walked away from me when things got tough. I guess you're no different, scaredy cat."

“Andrew Barber!” You shriek, “I’m not the one withholding a damn WIFE! And I’m fucking breaking up with you! You prick!”

He couldn’t stop himself, “Sure. Because you’re perfectly capable of making decisions on your own.”

Words turn into sharp knives. It hurts to be mean. Though he feels like a big boulder getting off his chest when he watches tears gathering in your eyes. Sad tears? Angry tears? Doesn’t really matter.

“The hell do you mean?”

He shrugs, “Like I'm not the one who recommended you to apply for internship. Like I’m not the one who pulls the strings to make sure you get in. Like I'm not the one who helps arrange your life into shape. Like you don't need anyone to help you - you fake it, sweetheart, you pretend you're strong but you're not. You need – I know what you need. You need control, you need someone else to have control over you so you can hide behind a rock and be worry-free about not needing to take responsibility for your life. Wakey wakey, sunshine,” his tone turns mocking, “You are a grown-ass woman and you are afraid to act like one. Good luck at finding someone who’s willing to put your life into one-piece.”

This was how it was supposed to go.

Him breaking your heart. Stomping on it. You cry and leave.

A giant hole ripped open in the middle of his heart. Crawling with ice. He instantly feels good about making you cry. He is sorry about being mean. However, if this could hurt you, he would say it again. To make you feel something. Feel his wrath and his frustration.

But leaving. That’s what you all do. He only helps speed up the process.

He’s all alone again. He soon will be.

“Go to Hell, Barber.” With a final word, you slam the door in his face.

“Yeah well, you’ll beat me to it!” He yells back.

That’s what he deserves. Andy agrees in silence, looking at the concrete ground.

And now he’s alone again.

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diordrysdale · 2 years

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life of the party ⋆ andy barber

soft!dark!andy barber x female!reader

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, college!reader, age gap (reader is in her 20s, andy is in his late 30s), mentions of drugs, mentions of drug-dealing, slight manipulation, mentions of stalking, unprotected sex, sir kink, overstimulation, rough sex, mean!andy.

word count ⋆ 2,134

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who could blame him?

returning a few days early from his trip to get a bit peace and quiet, only to find his house packed with more shit-faced college students than he could count.

jacob was throwing his first college party at home, deciding it was perfect due to the fact his father wasn’t in town.

or so he thought.

so who could blame andy for being a bit worried for the well-being of his son.. and his own house.

andy huffed in his audi, keeping a close eye on his home as he leaned back in his leather seat as he pondered over whether he should shut down the party or not— but he became exhausted just thinking about it.

reaching for his phone, he frowned at the sight of no new messages, considering the fact he triple-texted his ex-wife about his son’s actions— it was like she was never apart of their once happy family.

what the hell do I do, laurie?

everyone’s throwing up all over the goddamn porch

he’s your fucking son too

why don’t you care?

sent at 11:39p.m

andy sighed heavily at the last message, feeling absolutely pathetic, it wasn’t fair.

he should be moving on, just like laurie was.

the brunette glanced out the window, narrowing his eyes on a certain someone.

he watched you gracefully make your way out the front door and carefully kneel on the cropped grass til you were comfortable, exhaling a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding back.

andy barber knew more about you than he cared to admit.

not only because jacob talked about you— constantly, might he add— but because andy liked doing his homework, his research.

he knew you were obsessed with coffee, and he noticed you always exited the shop with a different flavor.

you liked trying new things, noted.

and you could blush all you wanted, andy was convinced you loved the complements, the lingering touch of his palm against your cheek as he once thanked you for being such a great friend to his only son.

an eager question yanks him from his thoughts as he automatically brings down his window slightly.

“how much?”

he assumes she’s a classmate of yours, definitely not your friend, she’s not the type to be worthy of your friendship.

“20, and trust me, it’ll fuck you up if you don’t pace yourself— wrap it in a blunt and share it, here,” you reached into your bag for a small bubblegum paper, “tell mikey to make it for you.”

the girl squealed as the two of you exchanged items and she blew you a kiss.

andy was astonished

there was no fucking way.

you dealed?

he almost rubbed his eyes, he must be dreaming, he thought as he focused on you, who was gazing up at the star-filled sky before someone rudely interrupted once more.

“[y/n]!”

andy clenched his jaw at the sight of his son sloppily taking a seat next to you and opted to throw his arm around your shoulder.

“come on, I’ll pay double for it!” jacob begged and whined as you giggled, shoving him away and tugged at the spades of green grass.

“fuck no, jake. you’re not ready for that shit.” you stated, pushing your purse as far from your best friend as you could.

“it’s just fuckin’ molly, [y/n], I wanna share it with nat.” he pouted with lidded eyes, clearing already past his drinking limit.

andy fiddled with the door handle, on the verge of calling the cops, anything to end what exactly was happening between you and his son.

“no, jacob. now piss off before I have to tuck your drunk-ass in bed.” you turned away as jacob stood angrily.

“bitch.” he says before walking away, causing you to scoff and shake your head, convincing yourself it was another one of his tantrums.

but andy heard the curse loud and clear, it killed him to let it slide.

and before he knew it, he was stomping his way til he was hovering over you, allowing you to take your time to glance up and realize it was your best friend’s dad.

“m-mr. barber?! “ you sputtered as he practically manhandles you off the ground, your heels clicking against the concrete as he led you towards his car.

taking the hint of getting inside, you stumble into the backseat, where he unexpectedly joins you.

“open your purse.” he orders through gritted teeth without making eye contact, showing you just a taste of how cold he could be.

“mr. barber, please—“

“open. the fucking. purse.” he abruptly turns to clutch your face between his calloused fingers, falling in love with the glimmer in your [e/c] eyes.

as soon as he releases you, your shaking hands unzipped your animal-print purse to reveal over 300 dollars of marijuana, blunt papers, teeny-tiny baggies of ecstasy, and 3 packs of cigarettes.

“what’s all this, hm?” he rhetorically quizzed, rummaging through your bag as your heart pounded at your chest like a bird trapped in a cage.

“planning to sell this to jake, sweetheart?” he plucked the miniature ziplock and brought it up to your teary orbs, just in case you hadn’t gotten a good look.

“I promise you, mr. barber, I would n-never sell your son a-anything or—“ he silenced you with a finger to his own lips that had been dressed with a smirk.

“I know, sweetheart, I know,” he purred, dropping the pills back into place as his free hand petted your [h/c] hair, hoping to bring your trembling to a halt.

“but i just- I feel disrespected,” he tsked, turning away from your doe eyes for dramatic effect, “selling drugs under my roof, on my property? I should call the cops on you.”

you involuntarily gasped at his words, reaching for his hand and tugging it to your chest.

“sir, please, this’ll never happen again, I swear!” you cried, letting his hand stray from your grip and wrap around the back of your neck, pulling you softly to lean your forehead against his own.

and suddenly, your breathing pace synced with his.

“it helps me with extra money, mr. barber, please, tell me you understand.” you pleaded with heavy in heart— did you really care what he thought about you?

“I can’t say I’m okay with this,” he sighed, moving away to create a painfully space between the two of you which made you whimper, “but I understand.”

“which is why I want you to stop dealing.” he stats, watching your eyebrows cutely stitch together as you scooted closer to him, needing his touch of approval now more than ever.

“b-but, mr. barber, the money—“

“from now on, you ask me for anything you fucking need, got it?” he barked, startling you til you tightened your thighs together.

of course andy noticed, he was enamored by detail. anything that had to do with you, really.

“spread your legs.” he demanded, flaring his nostrils as you immediately obeyed, permitting him search blindly beneath your skirt to drag his middle and ring finger against your panties.

“god,” he laughed exasperatedly, pressing against your clothed slit to feel your slick gush through the fabric.

“rub my clit, sir,” you whispered, grinding your hips to chase any sort of pleasure he was willing to let you have.

“yeah, want me to suck on your clit, sweetheart? leave it all raw and swollen?” you gulped and nodded persistently, thoughtlessly crawling onto his lap til he shoved you, back flat against the seats— god, how perfect had it been for the two of you to be back there.

“andy, please—“

“what the fuck did you call me?” he glared at you, “remember your fucking place.” he spits with anger, yanking your panties down your legs.

“s-sir?“ you treaded cautiously and he nodded with a widening grin.

“good girl.” the contrast of his toughness and the praise made you keen, bucking your hips up subconsciously as a sign for him to observe your wetness running down to your untouched, precious hole.

“fuck me.” andy mumbled more to himself, his thumb and pointer finger spreading your pretty folds and noticed how you clenched around nothing.

andy almost collapsed.

“will you touch me, sir?” you kneaded at your clothed tits, beaming your bambi eyes as he chuckled darkly, mocking your pout for a split second as he placed three fingers onto your pussy.

“by the end of this, sweetheart, you’ll be begging me not to touch you,” he began to drive his three digits past your velvet folds, making your back arch at the intrusion, all thoughts and regrets flying out the window.

“like this, sweetheart? you like this?” the squelching noises of your juices leaking made his head spin, but he had to remain dominant.

“f-fuck,” your voice wavered, not knowing whether to focus on the thick fingers that kept fucking your soaking heat, or the man who was driving you insane.

“beg. beg for my fingers.” he buried his fingers slowly, bringing your rising orgasm to it’s apex.

“let me cum on your fingers, sir,” you sobbed as you reached down to wrap your hand around his wrist, using his fingers like a toy you could simply fuck.

“fuckin’ beg for it then.” he growled and jerked his fingers from of your slit, unknowing triggering your orgasm as your mouth fell slack and thighs shut immediately at the overwhelming feeling of bliss.

you’d left him speechless, admiring the aftershocks run through your beautiful body and the whimpers that inevitably slipped from your glossed lips.

“I-I didn’t mean to, sir, i-“ you shrieked at his sudden pounce, falling to notice the second andy released his shaft from the restraints of his slacks til he hovered over you, letting his dick rest against your mound.

“you didn’t mean to what, sweetheart? forget to ask for permission? to start cumming like a whore? you should know better.” he pumped his cock, sliding the reddening tip against your drenched inner thighs.

“I’m sorry, sir, just- please, wanna feel you deep in my pussy.” you whined and squirmed, arms wrapping around his sweating neck as you tugged at his fluffy hair, pulling him down to ghost your lips onto his.

“once I’m fucking this cunt, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop,” he confessed, feeling like a hopeless man on his knees for you, ready to surrender his body and soul to you.

“I don’t want you to fucking stop, andy, make me yours and fuck me raw.” the mention of his name set him off, as you knew it would.

and just like that, he buried himself to a hilt, adoring how your face morphed into what seemed like you were absorbing the pain and the pleasure of the stretch.

“does it hurt?” andy breathed out, arms threatening to give out as he left wet kisses down your exposed neck.

“y-you’re too big,” you stuttered out as your hand attempted to shove at his glistening abs but he warning you with a silent death stare.

“and you take it so fucking well.” he congratulated before beginning to drill his cock into your pussy, claiming it as his own, smiling breathlessly as you wailed out, hoping he’d stop before he forced another orgasm out of you.

“c’mere,” he grunts, wrapping his arms around you as he flips you into his lap, slamming your hips up and down, mentally capturing the way you were impaled on his thick cock.

in the midst of you losing your mind, you pressed your lips against his own for the first time, feeling his skillful tongue immediately drag against yours, swallowing your broken moans.

“can’t wait to be stuffed in this cunt every fuckin’ day, ‘cause you’re mine now, sweetheart, all mine,” he mentioned as he stole your breath once more, pistoning his member up one, two, three more times til you clenched around him, milking him, to desperately feel him claim you.

it was all you ever wanted.

“fuck-fuck-“ his voice raised an octave as he forced you to stay in place, almost forcing you to relish in the way his warm streaks of cum painted your walls.

“holy shit, [y/n],” he gasped out with a chuckle, heart racing in his throat as he glanced around to admire the fogged-up windows.

wiping his damp forehead with the back of his hand, his stomach feebly fluttered at the sight of you fast asleep on his chest, you were all tuckered out.

how he wished he could just carry you into his house bridal-style, up to his bedroom and spoon you.

but the only option was to remain in his car, in each other’s arms til the coast was clear.

and andy didn’t mind.

not one bit.

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a/n; MY FIRST FIC !!! I really hope you all enjoyed it, I’m so in love with andy, I just had to jumpstart my blog with an andy smut <3

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Cop!Andy x reader: "elf" Andy has to take over being Santa at the police station last minute. Reader shows up and teases him about it, he steals a kiss or two or three hundred and a kid walks in on them making out

Christmas Countdown Day 24 — Get caught kissing Santa Clause

The last minute dash to gather more gifts and food bank items before the 25th had brought back the elf ears and the pointed shoes with silver bells that you loved so much. The transformation from cop to elf was one that you thoroughly enjoyed, seeing Andy out of the uniform and into something red and green was cute, almost as cute as the man himself when he whispered softly that he could get you on the nice list since he had connections to Santa.

“Since you could use all the help you can get,” Andy had cathartically mumbled into your lips as he stole you kisses in the corner of the station, preparing for his grand re-debut as an elf, “you seem to attract trouble.”

“You smash your exes car one time and suddenly you attract trouble-“ The moment between you fell silent, interrupted by one of his co-workers finding you at the back of the station, interrupting your attempt to steal each other’s breath.

“Barber, we need you to step in as Santa.” He had apologized with a half-crooked smile, holding up the red and white suit.

“Looks like you’ve been promoted.” You pat his cheek twice and stepped away from him, giving him a chance to grab the suit with one hand. “Maybe I’ll have the chance to talk to the big man myself, plead my case.”

“There’s going to be children, Mrs. Barber.” Andy pulled you back to his chest, hungrily kissing you with fervour. “You need to be on your best behaviour.”

“I’m good around children, it’s some of the adults I can’t stand.” You shrugged and tasked yourself with eloping Andy into an empty room at the station to get changed, taking the elf costume he was wearing and bunching it together as he slipped on the red Santa suit, and ultimately reached for the hat and fake beard.

“You know if Santa Clause looked like you, I’m sure more adults would believe in him.” you made the remark as Andy tried to fix the white beard, his blue eyes sparkling with deeply seeded intent to ruin you when this was done. “I know I would definitely be waiting under the tree wrapped in a bow.”

“You still can,” Andy’s husky voice was brimming with lust, his hands grasping hold of your hips as he spun you to face the door, walking out with you while his lips trailed along the shell of your ear. “You could be waiting for me under the tree in nothing but a ribbon.”

“Does anyone get Santa Clause anything for Christmas? What would he like for Christmas?” You hummed, turning again to face him.

“You,” Andy’s hands rest against your hips holding you against his chest as his lips crashed against yours, kissing you with every bought of passion that he could before he was swept away into the task of being Santa, “all I want is you.”

“Santa! Santa is kissing-“ You pulled away from him and looked over your shoulder, spying the row of kids were coming into the station, all of them having their eyes on you.

“Good luck explaining this one.” You laughed under your breath, standing on your tippy toes to kiss Andy’s cheek once more. “Merry Christmas, Santa Clause!”

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Ooooh third date with cop Andy and reader?

“When you said dress warm…” Andy hears you pause and he stops walking, turning halfway to help lift you onto the next portion of the rising hill that he’s scouted out. “…I didn’t think you meant we were going for a hike.”

“The third date, jailbird.” Andy teased, rubbing his hands up and down your arms to warm you from the sudden breeze. “I wanted to do something really nice.”

“Romantic spot or a dumping ground?” You poised the question, taking a quick glance around at the tent he’d set up, the thick padding of various blankets and a cooler. “What’re we doing?”

“Did you know that tonight is a perfect night to see the meteor shower? The sky will light up with them.” Andy led you from the trail to the setup he created, gently setting you down upon the blankets.

“I have tea, hot chocolate, spiced cider-” Andy draped a blanket around your shoulders and then passed to the cooler and hot thermal bag you didn’t see hidden behind the cooler.

“You thought of everything.” Pulling the blanket further around your shoulders, you turned your head and inhaled the smell from the blankets, something that was distinctly Andy.

“I have your favourite food.” Andy stepped away from the thermal bag with a takeout container in one hand and a thermos in the other, setting both by your feet. “With an extra kick.”

“Wow Andy…this is really nice.” You reached for the takeout container, gently popping the lid off and setting it to the side. “So stargazing, a meteor shower and a sleepover?”

“Did you wanna do something else?” He posed the question, coming to sit next to you. “I found this spot while working in conjuncture with forestry. They said it used to be a popular camping spot in the early ‘40s and ‘50s but people found favour in other places.”

“Its so beautiful out here,” you admired the peacefulness and the breathtaking glimmer of stars cast against an onyx background, “I never thought there could be so many stars.”

“Like I said, its the perfect night to see the meteor shower.” Andy whispered softly, drawing his arm around you slowly to give you an extra boost of warmth.

“If you’re trying to win me over…” you leaned against him and sighed. “Its absolutely working.”

“Good.”

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All I can think of is Sunday Brunch with Andy the morning after he arrested you

He can’t help it, the amusing laugh that falls from his lips when you glower at him and cross your arms over your chest. You don’t seem particularly fond of seeing him in the same brunch cafe you are, but given a second look, Andy sees a flicker of a grin on your face.

“Are you following me? Stalking is a crime you know. Wouldn’t look good for a cop.” You quip, eyebrows furrowed.

You’re not alone, you have two friends with you, and Andy waves at them when they watch you two together. Your friends are curious and then he sees recognition cross their faces, clearly you told them about him.

“Meg’s is the best place to get brunch here,” Andy skips over your comment, taking a moment to study you with admiration of the skater dress you wore and how it looked on you. “I was here first, jailbird.”

“You were not!” You deny his claim, the small banter between the two of you stealing your friends attention.

Andy glances at the other girls your with, taking stock in their overindulgent amusement, and even admiration of the connection between you two. It was heady, the sparks that flew between you and Andy, genuine chemistry that was as natural as it was easy.

“Sure about that?” Andy quips with a half-smirk on his face. “Are you staying out of trouble?”

“As long as that asshole doesn’t come near me.” Your disparaging comment about your ex had stirred another soft laugh, another beat of connectivity from you to him.

“I told you I didn’t want to put you in handcuffs again-“

“At least not like that!” One of your friends snorted, nudging you with a wicked laugh.

“Shut up,” you hissed and elbowed her back, “I didn’t slash any tires, or take a tire iron to his vehicle-“

“Good, glad you’re behaving yourself.” Andy nodded his head before he glanced at one of the free tables near the back. “I should let you spend time with your friends-“

“We forgot that we have exams to study for, we’re gonna go.” Your friends made an excuse, anything to get you two alone. “Y/N has been craving cheesecake stuffed waffles. I’m sure Andy could keep you company.”

“As long as you promise to be a good girl.” The spark in your eyes when he spoke, when he mentioned you being a good girl piqued his interest, and his eyes flashed with wonder.

“She promises!” Your friend spoke for you, stepping by you to head to the exit. “Or not, she likes being in cuffs.”

“Thanks for the heads up.” Andy’s eyes burned into yours, holding your gaze while your friends left. “Wanna grab a table, Mrs. Barber?”

“Fine,” you turned and began walking away from him, muttering under your breath, “stalker.”

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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What are cop!Andy and Mrs barber up to at the moment?

A ball? With gowns and formal wear? — Jailbird

Its an annual policeman’s ball. I wanna go with you, Mrs. Barber. Would you come with me as my hellion date? — Mr. Barber

Are you gonna put me in cuffs? — Jailbird

Only if you’re bad, Mrs. Barber 😉— Mr. Barber

You had to remind yourself not to pick at your nails or chew the UV gel coat off. Your stomach had been in a constant flux of butterflies since you’d gotten ready and counted down the short time before Andy would arrive.

You were pacing back and forth in your apartment, your heart racing since Andy had texted you a picture of himself in his formal uniform. The colours and the stately cut of the dress uniform creating an image of a man who was beautiful and Adonis-like. He was breathtaking and striking all the like, and you were made nervous when he sent you that singular image.

Pulling up to your apartment — Mr. Barber

You exhaled sharply, almost as a hiss, and started toward the door. You paused and glanced down at the dress you chose, almost second guessing and debating whether you should change into something different.

Your dress hadn’t been as expensive as you imagined other women’s dresses were, and it had taken a long time to find one you really liked when you went shopping. It was navy blue and classic, unassuming with some sparkle and shine, a spaghetti strap down with a deep V slit that stopped at the middle of your left thigh.

“You look gorgeous.” Andy had given you a compliment within a single minute of you opening the door, your captivation with him just as powerful as his was with you.

“You like the dress?” You smoothed down the front, bubbling anxiousness rising in your belly. “Really?”

“You look breathtaking.” Andy appeared to pick you up with a corsage that matched the brought out the colour of your eyes, a perfect match for you and your gown.

Andy slipped the corsage around your wrist and extended the intimacy with a kiss to your lips, heat blooming between the two of you. The kiss was sweeping and world shifting, the ability to steal your heart and soul with a few moments.

“We should go,” Andy hummed and drew you against his side, “though part of me wants to keep you to myself.”

“We can skip out early,” you nudged Andy, smiling up at him.

“God, our wedding is gonna be good.”

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Cop!Andy takes future Mrs barber to a local Christmas festival, this time finally not dressed as elf

His appearance surprises you, so much so that you almost blister past him before you turn around and spy him waiting for you at the entrance gate. He’s waiting for you with a coy smirk on his face and his ocean blue eyes glinting with amusement.

Instead of a red and green elf costume or the police uniform you’d seen him in before, Andy Barber is wearing a thick flannel with a grey shirt and fake wash jeans that make his legs look miles long. His beard is freshly trimmed and only pieces of his hair is visible beneath his black toque.

“Andy.” You speak his name with a slight spike to the end, clearly surprised by him.

“Almost blew right past me, Mrs. Barber.” He continued the tease and struts, naturally struts, toward you. “Are you playing hard to get sweetheart? Or did you not recognize me?”

“I was expecting to see you in a costume. Ya know I was partial to the ears.” You retort and feel your breath constricting in your throat because he has no right to be that beautiful.

“Not today, missus.” He steps in line with you and brushes the outside of his hand against yours before he finally grasps it. “You look beautiful, honey.”

You’re not wearing anything special, not like some of the women who comes to these things with sleek winter sweater dresses or tiny skirts and act like they’re not cold. You know they probably feel confident because they obviously look good but you have to wonder if they actually feel good.

It wasn’t as if Boston was some hotspot in Winter, weather and temperature wise, it was still afflicted by storms.

Instead of dressed up, you chose something simple. You are wearing a pair of thick fleece lined leggings and a university hoodie, a men’s style that you got big on ourptose.

“That flannel looks comfortable. I’m gonna steal it.” You’re bold with your statement, hoping you can throw him off but instead he raises an eyebrow and his smirk widens.

“Do you like me putting you in cuffs that badly, Mrs. Barber?” Andy coos, seductively, and you shiver in response.

“Chippendales wanna be…” you mutter, his hand tightening on yours as a large group passes and you feel yourself haphazardly getting tossed around.

You note that in grabbing your hand he’s saving you from being thrown into a safety barrier, and your natural response was to step closer to him.

“What would you like to do first, Mrs. Barber?” Andy looks down at you as things calm, his eyes searching yours. “Apart from the obvious don’t break the law-“

“You take the fun out of everything.” You rolled your eyes and huffed, only momentarily, before you caught the sight of an outdoor rink.

“How good of a skater are you?” You begin walking toward the arena and the skate rentals, Andy following behind.

“We’re gonna find out, jailbird.”

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