#law student andy

[shy-fairy-levele3]

An Instinct Meet-Cute fic. CIA Agent Dylan Reinhart is on an assignment when he meets a promising young law student. “He is rather cute, isn’t he?” a smooth British voice, warm and masculine, whispered in his ear, “just your type I’d wager.”

#instinct #level writes #dylan reinhart #andy wilson #julian cousins #meet-cute #first meeting fic #cia dyland #law student andy

[cloneboywonder]

#I gave my mommy a bartskull for her car and she hung it up right away :3 #my student cancelled so I didn’t go hang out so I just went right to my moms and we went to Starbucks and to a couple stores #and then we went home and planned costume stuff #and I wanted a hair cut so bad and the only appointment they had was like IMMEDIATELY so we left and then me and my mom both got one #we look so good I love her #and then we went and got lunch w her husband my buddy and then I hung out w Andy and we watched law and order I love barba I love making #like ytp sounds when he comes on screen and andy repeats them I love goofer to goofer interactions #and my mom was tired so she went to sleep while we watched and then when she got up we started costume stuff for real #we have like 3 of the pieces half done but we need to go get a special foot for the sewing machine or something #idk she’s the genius I’m just there #me and Lydia are gonna look so so so insane at the Boston concert I’m so excited #I need to make a bunch more bracelets I want to just give them away again #and it stormed super bad on the way home I was worried my car was going to get struck by lighting and I was scared I was going to crash #and I was crying so then I was more worried I was going to crash but I was fine and also I got gas I hate pouring gas they need ppl that #like pump it for you bc I don’t want to anymore #ough tk mom is waking up so early and I told her to call me so I will also get up early bc I need to most time possible to costume work #bc I have to be on a plane in like 6 days lol WITH THAT COSTUME in my suitcase #ough okay I love personal diary posting my apologies #my posts #byeeee byebye :-)

[valleyfae]

thinking about reader getting called for jury duty and showing up tired and not excited in any way. mr barber is one of the lawyers and you can’t stop staring at him (because it’s andy) so you get a little more dressed up the next day. throughout the whole day andy keeps catching you staring at him

maybe reader is a law student or wants to go to law school after college so she can find him after trial and ask for some “advice”

Oh God, I love this so so much!!!! Him in his yummy ass expensive ass suit towering over you nodding with his hands on his hips while talking to you.

Him inviting you to his house to help you learn some new things *cough cough* how to swallow all of his cum and gag on his cock </3

“You really are just a dumb little slut, aren’t you, sweetheart? Or are you just that desperate and needy for daddy’s cock?”

EEKSKJDKS I MISSED ANDY 😭😭

#fran's mail #fran’s concepts #andy barber x law student!reader

[amathslutsguidetofandom]

Infinite Solutions - 1

PAIRINGS: Law!Professor!Andy Barber x Math!Professor!Reader

SUMMARY: MIT is famously known for its high level of education. What happens if it's not only filled with knowledge? What if it is also filled with confusion? Confusion of a new, hard-working Mathematics professor? A professor who might be falling in love with her fellow co-worker? What if that co-worker was in the Law faculty? What if that Law professor is Andrew "Andy" Barber?

WARNINGS: Swearing (if you squint).

WORD COUNT: 1,905

ENJOY!

"Shit!" You feel the puddle soak your new, expensive black slacks. Swearing at your recklessness, you ignore the mishap and continue to walk on the cobblestone. The Massachusetts chill is cooler than usual, and that’s why you have your coffee in hand. The sip you take instantly warms and floods your entire being with comfort.

You see students sitting on the lawn with textbooks and papers surrounding them like an iron fence; you lightly smile at the reminder of how you were in their exact position and place when you were in your undergrad.

MIT is filled to the brim with students as they walk to their respective classes. You see the building of your destination, and you trek towards it. The feeling of your wet pant leg sticking to your skin is something that you were not really into, but at this point, you really don’t care. You were going to be late if you pay any more attention to that mistake.

You push open the doors and walk in and make your way to an office you used to frequent back in your young adulthood.

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"I must say, that when I got your application, I was quite shocked," Schmidt says from his seat with a light smile on his face. You give him one of your downwards smiles, “I can assure you, Mr. Schmidt, sending my application in was something I thought I never had to do. I mean, it was an arbitrary decision; I wasn’t really thinking about it when I sent it in.”

He laughs at your response before taking a sip from his coffee. "And please, call me Tobias," the German mathematician replies kindly before gathering some papers on his desk and standing, and you follow suit. "Let me show you to your office; I heard it has one of the greatest views," he opens the door and lets you go ahead first.

The halls of the building were old and gave you some sort of idea of how much mathematical knowledge has soaked into its walls over the years. You used to walk these halls all the time, use some of their empty classrooms all alone, and solve the most complex problems on their blackboards.

Now, you’re here walking beside your boss, the Dean. But in a previous life, that was your bachelor's, he was your first-year Multivariable Calculus professor.

The little journey to your new workspace isn’t long, but it consisted of you and Tobias chatting in the first half. “If I may, may I ask what happened over there,” he points at the wet splotch on your pant leg. You shake your head and wave him off, “a long story you do not want to listen to, I assure you.” The rest of the walk is just the two of you recollecting about your time back when you were an undergrad.

“You used to send emails at 3 am,” he says with a throaty chuckle. You widen your eyes as you remember what type of student you were. “Oh dear, I did, didn’t I?” You both share a laugh until he stops in front of a dark oak door.

"Well, here we are," he smiles warmly and unlocks the door with a key before handing it to you. You nod your thanks and follow him inside when he opens the door.

When he mentioned that the view was going to be gorgeous, you thought he was overstating it. But now that you are here, and you are looking out of the window with your eyes. You are stunned.

“And I know how much you love the blackboards, so I recommended them to book this office, specifically, for you,” he states before setting the papers he’s carrying on the, your, desk.

You look at him confused, then see the blackboard attached to the wall opposite your window. God, you think you could die at ease now. Your desk sits in the space between the window and the blackboard.

There are metal drawers at two corners of the room, and lamps situated on top of them illuminating the room in a decent glow. “This—” you scoff shockingly, “this is amazing, it’s literally more than I could ask for.” The 50-something man chuckles and smiles at your reaction. “Welcome to the School of Mathematics, Professor.”

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You type furiously at your keyboard, the monitor taking in your input as you type the last of the lecture notes for week 5. Finally, you click on the period.

Sighing, you lean back and stretch your arms. Your back tenses as you finally straighten your posture from the hunched position you were in.

The clock above your door shows that it's half to midnight. You do a few finishing touches to your notes before posting it on the website so the keener few of the students can get their studying done.

At the end of it all, you shut down your desktop and get your stuff packed. Your phone pings as you receive messages from friends and family congratulating you and liking your post on Instagram.

The picture you posted was of the view you had from your desk, and it really was Pinterest-worthy, so you decided why not and post it on social media.

You leave your office and lock it before exiting the building and returning to the Cambridge chilling weather.

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You're nervous.

Really, really nervous.

It’s the first day of classes, and students are already starting to file in. You thought there would only be a handful at your 8 AM class, but here you are, seeing that the whole class is full.

The hand on your watch strikes 8 AM, and you look up and see all the different types of students waiting for you to start the class.

Taking in a deep breath, you adjust the microphone that’s clipped on your navy silk blouse and switch it on. Then you rub your hands together before walking to stand in front of the blackboard.

“Morning everyone!” You start with a bright smile on your face. “I’ll be your professor for this unit, for this semester.” You tell the class your name and what title you prefer to be called. “You really don’t have to call me Professor; you can call me by my first name. I’m not that much of a pain in the ass,” the majority of the class chuckles at your swearing.

“Welcome to Multivariable Calculus (ADVANCED),” your grin widens, and you rub your hands down your thighs. “It really isn’t for the faint-hearted,” you state with a slightly serious expression.

“But you can push through if you put in the hard work. Mathematics is a beautiful subject; it’s one of the few technical subjects where you can actually express your creativity and think in so many different ways to come to one answer,” you talk with your hands as you talk about the subject you're most passionate about.

“So, really do not be scared. Just put in the hard work, and if you do feel like you're falling behind, please, please, please contact me or the TAs that are assigned to this unit. We are here to help you with any mathematical problems you have,” you smile reassuringly, and you smile even wider when you see some of the students nod at your words.

“Alright, before we get started, do any of you have any questions about the unit or in general?” you ask before crossing your arms and adjusting the microphone a bit.

A lanky, you assume, first-year student raises his arm immediately after you asked that question. You look at him with a smile. “Yes?”

“Um, you are—” he says your full name in a questioning tone, as though waiting for you to correct him. You furrow your brows a bit but maintain a small smile. “Uh, yeah, that would be me.”

His eyes brighten a bit, and he asks a follow-up question. “You worked for NASA for three years, right? You were the main mathematician that calculated the landing trajectory and coordinates of the latest Mars rover.”

You are speechless; you thought that you’d be able to leave that life of yours behind you. “Uh, yeah, th-that’s true,” you answer with a pursed smile.

“Alright, any other questions?” you pointedly try not to look at the same student, and no one raises their hand. You clap your hands. “Alright, let's get started.”

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You look at your watch and see that two hours have gone by quickly. “Alright, I think I must wrap up in a minute. So, just a few late things,” you pause and look back at everyone and face your back to the used blackboard.

“Please do the practice questions; they really are helpful. And if you do have any questions, please either email me or any of the TAs, and we will reply. Just give us at least twenty-four hours to reply,” you smile and cross your arms.

“Ok, I think that’ll be it for today. Have a good one, y’all,” you nod and smile as you see your students start to flood out of the lecture theatre.

A few students line up to ask you a few questions about today's content, and you happily answer them and make sure that your explanations are detailed and clear for them to understand.

Soon, you are packing your stuff and wiping your writings off the blackboard. You switch off all the electronics, then finally the lights, before walking out of the classroom.

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It’s the end of the workday; you taught a total of three classes. And for each of them, you were equally enthusiastic about enlightening the minds of everyone present in the room with you.

You do your final routine of closing your office. You are quite happy with how today turned out; a few students took advantage of your office hours and asked you a lot of advanced questions, which tickled your brain in a really fun way.

You finally lock the door of your office and adjust the strap of your messenger bag over your shoulder.

You exit the building and head down the stairs. As you do, you hear someone call out your name.

You stop in your tracks as you sort of recognize the voice. You turn and see a 6’3 man jogging to catch up to you. His hair is the same since you first met him, his beard is much fuller, and his eyes. His eyes have always been the bluest you’ve ever seen.

But he's broader, stronger, and much taller.

“Oh gosh, it really is you, Hey! I thought my mind was playing tricks on me, you look different, but the same,” he chuckles as he pulls you into a hug. You hug him back, but you’re still in shock.

It’s been years since you both have seen the other.

“God, the last time I saw you, you were on TV,” he scoffs and laughs at the same time. “You were wearing the NASA uniform and giving that speech about your work,” he smiles at you so brightly; you think it’s the most gorgeous thing you’ve ever seen.

When did he get so handsome?

You just nod to whatever he’s saying; you seriously don’t think you can speak right now.

“How are you?” he smiles, gripping harder onto his briefcase as he waits for you to answer. And you smile.

“I’m well, Andy.”

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Here we are babes, with the first chapter of Infinite Solutions.

Took a while, but we made it. 😌😌😌

Again, if you want to be tagged, please comment so I can keep a list my loves.🤗🤗🤗

Till' then

Stay Coquette-y,

Anya 🫶🏽🕊️🎀

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[afeelgoodblog]

The Best News of Last Week - April 3, 2023

Kentucky Legalizes Medical Marijuana in Bipartisan Vote After Decade of Failed Attempts

The state of Kentucky has legalized the use of medical marijuana. The bill received final passage on Thursday. Democratic Gov. Andy Beshear signed it into law Friday morning after a decade of failed attempts in the state legislature.

The news makes Kentucky at least the 38th state in the U.S. to legalize medical marijuana.

Now Indiana is surrounded by weed states. The encirclement is complete 😂

2. The Maryland House of Delegates voted Saturday to approve the Trans Health Equity Act

The Maryland House of Delegates voted Saturday to approve the Trans Health Equity Act — a bill that just a year ago disappeared from the chamber’s agenda ahead of a floor vote.

The bill would require Maryland Medicaid, beginning on Jan. 1, 2024, to provide coverage for additional gender-affirming treatments, which are currently disallowed in the state’s plan but commonly covered by private insurance. The expanded treatments include hormone therapy, hair alteration, voice therapy, physical alterations to the body, and fertility preservation.

3. FDA approves over-the-counter Narcan. Here's what it means

The approved nasal spray is the best-known form of naloxone. It can reverse overdoses of opioids, including street drugs such as heroin and fentanyl and prescription versions including oxycodone.

Making naloxone available more widely is seen as a key strategy to control the nationwide overdose crisis. Effects begin within two minutes when given intravenously, and within five minutes when injected into a muscle. The medicine can also be administered by spraying it into a person's nose.

4. Boston expands tuition-free community college program to all residents

Boston has expanded its tuition-free community college program to include all city residents regardless of age, income or immigration status.

Starting this fall, any city resident will be eligible to pursue an associate’s degree or certificate at one of six partnering local institutions without paying to attend. The program also includes a $250 stipend for incidental expenses each semester for up to three years, and up to $2,500 of debt relief for students whose account balances are keeping them from re-enrolling.

5. First cheetah cubs born in India since extinction 70 years ago

India has welcomed the birth of four cheetah cubs - more than 70 years after the animals were declared officially extinct there.India's environment minister announced the good news, calling it a "momentous event".

The country has been trying to reintroduce the big cats for decades, and last year brought eight cheetahs over from Namibia as part of the plan. Another 12 cheetahs were brought to India from South Africa last month.

6. BBC education show in Afghanistan helps children banned from school

The BBC has launched a new education programme for children in Afghanistan who are banned from school.It is aimed at children aged 11 to 16, including girls whose secondary education has been stopped by the ruling Taliban.

The weekly programme is called Dars, which means lesson in Dari and Pashto, Afghanistan's official languages. It is hosted by BBC Afghan female journalists who were evacuated from Kabul during the 2021 Taliban takeover.

Each new weekly half-hour episode of Dars will air four times a day, Saturday to Friday, on the newly launched BBC News Afghanistan channel.

7. A Trans Creator Has Raised Over 1.5 Million for Trans Healthcare on TikTok Live

Transgender TikTokers are celebrating Trans Day of Visibility by raising over $1.5 million for gender-affirming care around the world.

Mercury Stardust — a DIY TikToker and trans advocate who calls herself the “Trans Handy Ma’am” — raised $120,000 last year in a livestream for the mutual aid nonprofit Point of Pride, which maintains funds for surgeries, hormone therapy, and free binders and gaffs. This year, Stardust and cohost Jory, a.k.a. AlluringSkull, set themselves a goal of raising $1 million in a planned 30-hour live stream…and then smashed that milestone less than six hours after starting the stream Thursday evening.

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[cevansbaby-dove]

Campus heat, Andy barber one shot.

Warnings:mad Andy but sexy, teacher X student relationship. Smut!!

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber X Student!Reader

I walked into the hall and my friends wave me down as I shoulder'd my bag. "Hey Y/N!!" My friend Annie said giving me a hug. "Hi Ann how was summer break?" "Oh it was amazing! Girl this new guy in our school is super hot!! And he's single..I think...right Mary?" She said looking at our friend. "Yes I looked at his paper and he's been married once they broke it off and he is happily single now"

I rolled my eyes. 'Girls come on stop setting me up with professors just once I want it so I don't have to get into trouble for them to see me"

Ah Professor Barber...the new guy who I hated more than anyone in this damn law school but I didn't tell my girls that.

I waved them good bye as I walked down the hall and into the classroom. I set my bag down and cross my leg in this mini skirt I put on this morning. I'm not dressing like a slut for anyone no matter what Annie and Mary say.

Andy walks into the room and other students file in and sit down. This might be a long day.

I tap my pen on my notebook as Andy is explaining something to us...then my phone vibrates. I pick it up from my bag and see a text from Mary who is to my left three seat down.

Mary-He's looking extra hot today uh? 😏

I roll my eyes at her text.

Y/N-Drooling over him already?

Mary-maybe you might be in detention if he sees how short your skirt is.

Y/N-this is important stuff he's talking about get off your damn phone.

"Miss L/N! do you have something to share with the class?" I hear Andy say. I look at him dropping my phone into my bag. 'N...No sir i'm sorry my uhh...mom was asking for something."

"Keep your phone off and don't touch it until after class understood!?"

I nod. "yes sir Sorry sir" I scoff hearing Mary giggling. "Miss Hazelson should you join her too?" "No sir sorry" Andy shakes his head and goes back to his lecture. Andy's eyes fall on my legs and then his licks his lips fast so I barely see it.

After class.

Andy is packing his stuff up and I walk over. "Mister Barber? I would like to apologize for what I did in class, You see my friend Mary tink I have a crush on you and well I don't...."

His eyes meet mine and he says. "I accept your apology but please don't ever do that again, when I am talking you listen do you understand?"

I nod feeling my knees almost become noddles God this man's tone was hot..."yes sir I'm sorry" he nods. "Call me Andy please Y/N"

Two days later Mary texts me again but this time I stand up. "Mister barber Mary is distracting me" Andy's eyes meet mine and he looks at my friend who s red with rage. "is that true Miss Hazelson?"

"Bitch!! What!!?" She says. "She's lying professor! My god!" Andy slams his book on the desk making it echo through the classroom. "Enough! both of you! Miss Y/N you will come to my office after class to explain this to me, Mary you will be suspend for two days!"

he looks at me then at Mary who is looking at her pretty nails. "two days aren't that bad" She mumbled. Another eye roll from me.

Andy says. "i'll see you later Miss L/N"

i nod. "Yes sir"

After class I am walking to his office and knock softly. "it's unlocked Y/N" I turn the knob and walk in. "You wanted to see me?" Andy turns his phone off and says. "have a seat please"

I sit across his desk and say. "so..what did I do wrong?" He leans back in his chair. "Well first off your outfit is not...appropriate in class"

I cross my legs. "Sorry Andy i'll change it." Andy stands up and walks to me sitting on his desk. "If you keep acting like such a brat I'm going to have to teach you a lesson... but you'd like that... wouldn't you darling?"

he's my professor..yet my body is heating up with his words...Teach me a lesson...fuck.

Rubbing my thighs together, I can feel the wetness in my lace underwear, getting even more turned on by the tension between us. "Now, now professor... I'm not sure that would be appropriate... would it?"

I look up to him and smirk, knowing what is about to happen is so wrong, yet I was so desperate for him.

Slowly rising from my seat I take the small step forward to close the distance between us.

Shuffling his legs he allows me to stand in between them. I look at him through my eyelashes "Finally the penny drops..." I tease, taking a hold of his collar, pulling it gently to me.

Andy's breathe hitches when my hand runs down his chest.

"You know, it drove me crazy. All those other girls would sit on the front row, flaunting themselves at me and then there was you in that mini skirt... Those long legs...wrapped around my waist has flashed through my mind"

Staring intensely into each other's eyes, neither of us say a word. Moving his arms from his chest. Andy places his hands on my waist, his grip tightening and pulling me closer to him.

Keeping my hands on his chest we begin the close the distance. Our lips hovering over each other.

"Andy...." I whisper. Andy is the one to close the gap between us. Pushing forward his lips crash into mine, my arms wrap around his neck and his arms around my waist.

Deepening the kiss I let out a small moan, parting my lips slightly gaining him access.

Before either of us know what's happening he has spun me around, clearing his desk he lays me upon it.

Andy quickly removed my sweater and shirt like he's dying to see me naked, fuck that is hot of him.

Andy is taken a back to see I wasn't even wearing a bra. "Please say you've at least put your panties on today?"

He growls, leaning back in his places wet kisses on my neck, slowly moving down my body. Leaning back I allow myself to lay freely on his desk.

Getting to my skirt he kisses all along my waistband. "Do you know how much I thought about this? Thought about how I'm going to ruin your sweet little clit." Moaning at his words I clench my thighs together again, trying to create some friction to release the tension.

Yanking hard I lift my hips, him removing my skirt and panties in one swift movement. "So responsive to me already... I've not even started what I'm going to do to you." Andy said kissing my neck. "Andy...fuck me already...please"

"Please!" I choke out, breathlessly desperate for his touch. "Oh you can be a good girl when you wanna be... Now tell me how does it feel when I do this?"

Before I can even react he dips his head down, licking up my slit, resting his tongue on my clit. "Ohh!!" I moan loudly, feeling a course of pleasure rush over me.

Without hesitation I feel his lips curl into a smile, his beard tickling slightly as he begins the pulsing movement of his tongue once more.

Grabbing firmly on my thighs he spreads my legs even further, gripping tight to stop me pushing them back together.

Arching my back I move my hands down my body, feeling myself before gripping his hair in a tight ball, pulling harshly.

Humming into me in response to me tugging, andy brings one of his hands away, lining two fingers up to my entrance and slowly pushing in.

"Oooooh my...god!" Feral deep moans escape my mouth, keeping my mouth slightly open I'm compelled by the deep tingling feeling building up inside of me.

Picking up the speed his fingers pump in and out of me, getting to a new rhythm I begin squirming on his desk, chasing my orgasm.

"Ooooh fuck yes! Ooooh god yes! Andy I'm gonna cum! Fuck me I'm gonna cum!"

More moans came from me, my eyes roll back in the back of my head, arching my back I feel myself coming to the edge.

Feeling the wave of ecstasy wash over me, I cum hard exploding all over his face. Slowing down the pace he allows me to come down from my high.

I pant softly. "is this why you called me in here?" He pulls his fingers out and kisses me as I sit up. "maybe" he grabs my stuff and I get into them and smirk. "Am I professor barber's favorite now?"

Andy fixes his tie and grabs his suit jacket. "For sure baby girl" He kisses me and I hop off his desk and say. "See you later Andy" I open the door and walk away.

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[cockslutpadalecki]

Teacher’s Pet

Summary: Your relationship had to start somewhere.

Characters: Professor!Andy Barber x F!Student!Reader.

Words: 2.2K.

Warnings: student/teacher relationship, reader is 18, sexual tension, explicit sexual content, Andy being the best goddamn teacher ever (you’ll see), male masturbation, a little female masturbation, nipple sucking, brief insight to reader’s unhinged yet impressionable mind, bit of cum eating, 18+. MINORS DNI.

A/N: Well it’s been a while, hasn’t it? Sorry I’ve been so shit at updating, hoping this makes up for it. Set in the same universe as, and serves as a prequel to, If I Can’t Have You. You don’t have to read that first for this to make sense, or even read this first and then read the other. That, I’ll leave up to you! This was heavily inspired by this post and the comments I made in response to this reblog. Beta: @princessmisery666 but all the general bullshit is entirely mine. While likes are gold, feedback is golden. Please support our content creators by sharing our work.

You’ve been in close proximity to Andy many times before, but sitting across from him now, somehow feels more intimate and personal. You’re used to being surrounded by other students, members of the faculty but here— in this quiet diner— it’s just the two of you, talking about your hobbies and aspirations. 

He takes such an interest in you, he feels like more than just your professor— he feels like a friend. Someone who understands you better than your own parents. Like a comforting hug after a hard day, you feel safe in his presence. Important, special. One of a kind. As if you’re the only two people left in the world and all the spotlight is on you. That’s all you’ve ever wanted since he began to notice you in his classes, for his undivided attention and now you have it, you don’t want to let it go.

“So, if you hadn’t chosen law as your major, what would you have gone for?” he asks with genuine curiosity as he pops a french fry into his mouth. Not once has he asked you a question just for the sake of conversation, he’s truly been interested in your responses. 

“Hm, probably art history,” you answer truthfully and his sapphire gaze sparkles in amazement at you. 

“Art history?” He sounds surprised amid the mouthful of potato and he hurries to finish chewing and swallowing before continuing, “Wow, that’s…”

“Surprising?” you finish. 

“Something like that,” Andy chuckles softly, wiping at the corner of his lips with a serviette. “They’re just such different interests.” 

You give a little shrug. “I guess.” 

“What made you choose law?” 

You’re grateful that he briefly glances down at his plate, breaking eye contact as you toy with confessing the real reason behind your decision. Heat creeps into your cheeks as your lips twitch, threatening a smile and you realise you don’t want to be dishonest, even if it is for something innocent. 

“Honestly?” you pause, sucking in a deep breath. “You.”

“Me?” he coughs in surprise. “Why?”

“I remember seeing a lecture on YouTube,” you explain shyly. “You spoke with so much passion, and you inspired me.”

Andy takes a moment to let the words sink in, and when they do, it’s obvious. Glee radiates from his features like a lighthouse beacon shining out to sea. And you’re the boat sailing towards him in search of shelter.

You can’t take your eyes off the way he fingers another french fry, brings it up to his lips and pops it into his mouth. How can such a mundane action be so alluring? He catches your gaze before breaking it and looks down at his plate, a small smile catching at the corners of his lips. Elation fills your chest at the tiny gesture and you reach for your soda, attempting to stifle your own grin as you take a sip. 

Your stomach does somersaults, the distinct fluttering that you usually get when his thumb catches yours as he hands you back your perfectly graded papers. 

“Thank you,” he offers softly. “That means a great deal.” 

“I’m glad,” you respond, flashing him a timid smile. “You may feel like none of your students really care, but I do.” 

Andy smiles again. “I appreciate it.” 

“And I don’t just mean about your class.” 

The way he holds your gaze over the top of his soda cup makes your core tighten. Like he’s trying with his eyes to convince you not to feel the things you do.

Eventually, he pops the straw from his mouth and clears his throat. “It’s late, it’s probably time I get you home.”

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You don’t make it home, or even out of the deserted parking lot. One innocent brush of fingers as he holds the car door open for you sees him pulling you into the back of his fancy Audi in between fevered kisses and frantic touches. 

The air inside the car is stifling as Andy’s beard scrapes across your jaw, his lips encased around yours. You sit beside him, desperately clutching at the lapels of his suit jacket as he pulls you towards him by the curve of your waist through your blouse.

“We shouldn’t be doing this,” you breathe out when he moves to kiss his way down your neck. You instantly regret saying the words, hoping he doesn’t respect your wishes because deep down, you want this. 

You want his lips lower… and lower… and lower. 

As you feel him pause against the skin of your throat, you hurry to tell him, “Please. Keep going.”

With renewed permission, his hands roam your body, taking the time to worship you in ways boys your age couldn’t dream of. The trail of goosebumps Andy leaves in his wake is proof that he knows exactly where to touch you to elicit the kind of moans that sizzle across your tongue. 

“Tell me to stop,” he mutters between heavy kisses, his hand creeping beneath your blouse. “I’ll stop.” You don’t say anything. You don’t want him to stop. Ever. “But you just feel so good.” His thumb runs over your pebbling nipples through your bra, circling them until your breasts ache to be touched. 

You encourage him with little whimpers, eager to feel his hands on your untouched skin. Andy expertly unbuttons your blouse and tugs down the cups of your bra. He glances down briefly, smiling at the sight of your bare breasts before giving you what you want. His hands are scalding on your flesh and you writhe in his grip, pushing your breasts further into his palms. His lips trail hot and wet over your collarbone, moving lower as he gently suckles the skin as if he’s trying to drink the flavour right out of you. He finally kisses down over the curve of your naked breast, beyond the imaginary boundary he had set for himself, and you let out a moan when his tongue flicks across your erect nipple. 

Running your hands through his hair, you tug gently on his roots when he takes the hardened bud into his mouth and rolls it between his lips. Flames of heat roll and twist in the depths of your gut as he lets your nipple go with a resounding pop, kissing his way back up your jaw to smother your lips in fresh kisses.

Andy places his hand precariously on your thigh, waiting for you to mutter your consent before smoothing his hand beneath your skirt. His fingers glide over the seat of your saturated underwear as he rubs your clit in slow, purposeful strokes.

You reach down to return the favour, laying your hand flat over his swollen groin, unsure of what to do next. You’re not inexperienced by any means, but you’ve only got as far as over the clothes stuff and a little dry humping. This is entirely new. 

Andy seems to like it though, groaning into your kisses as he pulls his hand out from under your skirt and begins fiddling with his belt. He gently encourages you to look down and your eyes bulge as you take in the sight of his thick, veiny cock protruding from the gap in his pants. 

“I, uh, I’ve never done… this before,” you admit, embarrassed. 

Andy cups your head between his hands and makes you look at him, his soft blue eyes warm and inviting. 

“It’s okay,” he smiles wide, “I’ll talk you through it.” 

You nod silently, nibbling nervously on your bottom lip. He smiles at you and lowers his hands, curling one back around his cock as you glance down at his lap. You watch the way he gently pumps his shaft, his hips bucking upwards ever so slightly each time his hand slips down to the root.

“Wrap your fingers around it,” he instructs huskily, letting go to allow you to take over. You reach out, hand shaking and slowly grip the base of him. His flesh is pulsing hot within your hold. “Yeah, just like that. Now move it up and down.” 

Concentrating hard, you do as he says, sliding your hand up and down to the same languid motion he had shown you seconds before. Andy presses his forehead to your temple, his breath hot and heavy against your cheek.

You think you’re doing well just as his large hand overlaps yours and you blanch a little in shame.

“Mm, like this,” he grits out and begins to move your hand to a rhythm he has already preset in his mind. He tightens his grip around your fingers as his breath hitches high in his throat before letting go to give you the opportunity to continue your movements alone. You keep the pace magnificently, spurred on by the deep husk of the groans rumbling low in his throat.

“Yes, oh good girl, you are a fast learner,” he laughs, and you feel your chest swell with pride at the compliment.

“I have the best teacher, Sir,” you reply, turning to look at him. In a brief moment of brazenness, you press your mouth to his, nibbling along Andy’s bottom lip with a coy smile.

“Fuck,” he growls, capturing you in another heated kiss. “You’re doing so well.”

You don’t know what to say so you just nod, heat warming your cheeks as the praise makes you giddy. With his forehead pressed to yours, Andy grips the back of your neck, keeping your focus trained solely on him. 

“Want you to look at me as I come,” he tells you. “Want you to see what you do to me.” 

Again, you nod. Immediately he reaches out and grabs your hand, stopping you. 

“Are you alright?” He eyes you with concern. 

You swallow hard with yet another nod. “I’m fine.” 

“We can stop right now if you’re not.”

Flashing him a wide, genuine smile you reassure him, “I promise. I just-just don’t know what to say.” 

Andy laughs softly. “I’m sorry I get a little carried away.” 

“Don’t be sorry, I like knowing I’m having this effect on you.” 

He smirks. “What else do you like?” Slowly, he starts to drag your hand back up and down his shaft.

“Um, I don’t kno-”

“Do you like doing this to me?” He lets go, allowing you to carry on pumping his cock by yourself.

“Yes.” 

“Tell me.” 

“I like doing this to you,” you say shakily. 

“Do I feel good?” 

“Mm, yes.” 

“What do I feel like?” 

“Hard. Soft.” You scrunch up your nose, feeling silly but Andy doesn’t share the sentiment. 

“Soft?”

“It feels… I mean, your skin is soft, it’s hot. Can feel you throbbing when I do this.” You run your hand back up his shaft and Andy’s cock pulses, just like you say he does. 

His eyelashes flutter closed. “Oh fuck. Keep doing that.” 

You obey happily, your embarrassment fading the harder Andy starts to pant, “don’t stop,” on a tumbled loop. 

He begins to fuck up into your hand. “Wish this was your pussy.” 

“I wish it was too,” you whisper back, and feeling brave, you add, “Bet you’d feel so big inside me, Sir.” 

“Fuck!” he roars, his face scrunching up tight. “Keep saying that.” 

The way he reacts inspires you to continue. “That I want you inside me?” 

“Ye-yes.” 

“That I want you to fuck me?” 

“Oh shit.” He presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Keep going.” 

You don’t know where the confidence suddenly comes from. Or where you find the words, but they come tumbling out anyway. 

“I’ve wanted you from the first day we met. I dream about you bending me over your desk and fucking me while people walk past your office. You have to put your hand over my mouth to keep me quiet as you make me come all over your cock.”

“Fuck, I’m gonna,” Andy shouts and pulls your face close, his azure stare piercing as he falls silent. He can’t keep his eyes open as his body goes rigid and he suddenly explodes in your hand, his hot gooey seed spurting out in ropes all over his pants. As the last of his spend dribbles out, you slow your rhythm and eventually he sags against the backseat with a loud contented sigh and you finally let go, your hand sticky white. 

You sit beside him, watching his breathing slowly return to normal as his eyelashes flutter softly against his cheeks. It amazes you how much you love the sight of the light dusting of claret to his cheeks and the sheen of sweat across his brow, knowing you caused this. You made him breathless and hot. You made him come. You.

Slowly, he licks his lips, giving you a lazy smile as he opens his eyes. You return it tenderly. 

“Should probably clean this up, huh?” he laughs, glancing down at the mess of his cock and your hand. 

“Got any tissues?” 

“Don’t think I do.”

“Okay, nevermind,” you shrug. Still feeling flashes of confidence buzz through your veins, you bring your hand up and suck his cum right off your thumb, followed by your index finger, making sure to keep your eyes locked with him the entire time.

Andy’s eyes widen in amazement and he sits up, grabbing the back of your neck to pull you in for another lust-heavy kiss. “Fuck,” he breathes, “I think I love you.”

It’s meant as a joke. But in your giddy teenage mind, you take it literally.

***

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

she's a good girl

Pairing: Professor!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: Your subtle efforts to seduce your professor haven’t gone unnoticed. 

Warnings: petnames (sweetheart, honey), sir kink, dom/sub dynamics, age gap (reader is early 20s), smut; oral (f receiving), spanking, unprotected sex. This blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: Professor!Andy has been on my mind for a while now that I just had to write for him! I hope I’ve shown two sides to him in this, the dominating ‘I know what I want and I’m going to have it’ side and the sweet ‘let me take care of you’ side. (word count: 2.3k)

You take a deep breath before knocking quietly on the door. A gruff “come in” sounding from the otherside after what felt like an eternity. Your nerves were on fire and you could hear your heartbeat thundering. Taking a deep breath, you plaster an innocent smile on your face as you enter the room. 

“Hi Professor, you wanted to see me?” you smile, closing the door behind you. 

Andy Barber was a prominent force both physically and mentally. He was smart, successful, witty and held a subtle humour that you found endearing. He was one of the most attractive men you had ever met. He also happened to be your Law Professor.

He regards you from his seat behind his desk for a moment. His eyes trailing down your body before making their way back up. It takes everything in your power not to squirm under his dark gaze. He gestures to the empty seat in front of you and you take a seat, biting back a smirk at the way his gaze narrows in on your bare thigh as your skirt rides up.

“Want to tell me what’s been going on recently?”

“I don’t understand, sir,” you feign innocence.

“Why don’t I enlighten you then, huh?” he speaks slowly, pushing away from his desk to stand up.

“You’re a bright student, one of my best this semester,” he stalks around his desk, slowly making his way towards the door. You keep your eyes ahead of you, trying to keep your breathing under control as the timbre of his voice seeps its way under your skin.

“Yet your last two papers have been lacking.”

You hear the click of the door locking.

“Your attire has also become more notable, especially with these short skirts.”

You gasp when you feel his hands rest lightly on your shoulders. 

“But don’t get me wrong, I have been enjoying seeing the lengths you’ll go to get my attention.”

“I don’t know what you mean,” you stutter, your eyes still facing ahead as you try not to lean into his touch. The feel of his large hands on your shoulders, the intoxicating smell of him, it’s all almost too much for you to handle. The confidence you felt before walking into his office slowly ebbing away.

His dark chuckle has your thighs clenching as he moves to sit on the edge of his desk in front of you. Your eyes widening at the clear evidence of his arousal in his trousers.

“Are you really going to play dumb, sweetheart? We both know you’re not that stupid.”

Your gaze meets his expectant one. Your true desires are on the tip of your tongue but you just can’t get them out. You want to tell him how you think about him at night, when you’re all alone, touching yourself to the thought of how he’d feel, how he’d taste. But instead, you stay silent, your eyes locked on him. You can hear the clock on the wall ticking away, each sound louder than the last as the tension stretches between you. 

“I expected more from you, sweetheart,” he sighs, the look of disappointment you catch in his eyes has your heart breaking as he stands up ready to head back to the door. 

“Please, sir,” you blurt, your hand grasping his forearm before he can move any further, “I, um, I,” you stumble over your words, your eyes pleading with him to stop playing this game. 

Andy leans into your space, his hands resting on the arms of the chair, caging you in. His nose brushes yours slightly and you can’t stop the small whimper that leaves your lips. 

“Come on, sweetheart,” he teases, “all you’ve got to do is say the words and you can have everything you want.”

His lips are so close to yours, you can feel his warm breath fanning against your skin. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath you utter the words you’ve only dreamt of saying to him.

“Please fuck me, sir.”

“Good girl,” Andy growls before he’s gripping your chin and crashing his lips to yours. 

His kiss takes you off guard, his grip on your jaw bruising as he dominates your mouth. Your hands come up to cup his face, his beard scratching your palms and sending a shiver through you - you can’t wait to see how his beard feels against your thighs.

Andy kisses you until you're a breathless, pliant mess in his hands. He lets out a gravelly chuckle as you try and chase his lips when he pulls away. 

“What am I going to do with you, sweetheart?” he breathes, taking in your swollen lips and lust hazed eyes. 

With a renewed sense of confidence you take his free hand in yours, slowly directing his touch under your skirt. The muttered fuck that falls from his lips when his fingers come into contact with your wetness has fire burning in your veins. 

“Maybe you’re not a good girl,” Andy groans, his grip on your jaw tightening as one of his fingers slowly circles your clit, “coming in here wearing no underwear? That’s not behaviour I think I should reward.”

“Are you going to punish me, sir?” you moan as his finger keeps teasing you.

“I am,” he sighs, pulling away from you entirely and lowering himself to his knees.

Andy’s large hands brush over the skin of your thighs, pushing your skirt up until it’s bunched around your waist, a deep growl rumbling in his throat as he sees your pussy for the first time. 

“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he whispers, almost to himself. 

“Please,” you whine, desperate for him to touch you. 

Andy hooks his hands under your knees, pulling you down to the edge of the chair so your pussy is directly in front of his face. His lips are soft against the inside of your thigh as he chains kisses across your skin. 

“I thought you were going to punish me,” you giggle as his beard scratches your thigh deliciously. 

He looks up at you with a smirk that has your laugh catching in your throat, “oh, sweetheart. First I’m going to eat this tight little cunt because it’s all I’ve been thinking about for a month. Then I’m going to bend you over my desk and spank you for being a desperate slut. And then, I’m going to fuck you so you know exactly who this pussy belongs to.”

You moan at his words, your head falling back against the chair. You yelp when Andy’s palm slaps lightly against your clit, your head snapping forward to lock eyes with him. 

“You’re going to watch me take you apart and you’re going to ask permission before you come, do you understand?”

You swallow the lump in your throat as you nod your head, whispering a small “yes, sir.”

That’s all Andy needs to hear before he’s diving in. He licks a broad stripe from your hole to your clit, his fingers digging into the flesh of your thighs as he holds your legs open. 

You try your best to keep quiet, very aware that you're in his office in the middle of the afternoon but the way Andy’s tongue moves against you makes it increasingly difficult. When Andy wraps his lips around your clit and sucks, you have to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle your cries.

“Fuck, sweetheart, you taste so good,” he growls, lapping up everything you have to offer. 

He leans back slightly, spitting on your wet lips before pushing two thick fingers inside of you. You bite your palm in an attempt to keep quiet, your muffled moans and whimpers like music to Andy’s ears. 

“So tight and wet, can’t wait to feel you around my cock,” Andy groans, watching his fingers slide in and out of your pussy, the wet sounds causing your face to heat up. 

You can feel the coil inside of you tightening as Andy begins to curl his fingers, hitting you right where you need him.

“Sir, please,” you whine, your fingers gripping on the arms of the chair.

“Use your words, sweetheart,” Andy murmurs against your folds, his tongue flicking your clit in time with the curl of his fingers. 

“Fuck, please can I come, sir?”

Andy’s fingers speed up, his eyes locking on your pleading ones, murmuring “come for me” before latching onto your clit. The pleasure you feel as the coil snaps has your body trembling in Andy’s grip. He doesn’t let up as you ride each wave of pleasure, struggling to hold in your cries as he drags your orgasm out. 

“So perfect, sweetheart, and so good for me,” Andy murmurs, his lust blown eyes never leaving your face as he watches you settle into a post bliss haze. 

You don’t get time to catch your breath before Andy is tugging you out of your seat, his lips crashing on yours, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You moan against his lips, your hands carding through his hair as he presses your body firmly against his own. 

Andy spins you causing you to gasp. His large palm lays between your shoulders, pressing your body down until it’s flush with the hard wood of his desk. 

His hand slides down your back, gripping your skirt and lifting it to bare your ass. Andy hums as his hand smoothes over your backside.

“Gonna need you to count for me, I think 20 will do, don’t you?”

“Yes, sir,” you sigh, buzzing with anticipation for your punishment. 

“Good girl,” Andy hums before his palm cracks down on your cheek.

You count each slap. Your cries grow louder with each crack of his hand but you can’t find it in you to care - Andy sure as hell didn’t seem phased. By the time he reaches 20 you’re trembling against his desk, your skin is on fire and you’re wetter than you’ve ever been. 

You shudder when you feel Andy’s lips kiss your heated skin. The tender contrast to the punishment he just delivered sends your mind spinning. 

“Took your punishment so well, sweetheart,” he whispers against the skin of your ass, his hands rubbing softly, “you okay to keep going?”

His question surprises you but it sends a welcome warmth through you. A smile tugs at your lips as you lift yourself to rest on your forearms, tilting your head over your shoulder to look at him. 

“I’ve never been better,” you smile, “please fuck me, sir.”

The way you wiggle your ass causes him to let out a breathy laugh and you decide then that it is your new favourite sound.

“Gonna make you feel so good, sweetheart. You’ve been such a good girl for me,” Andy murmurs as he undoes his belt, shoving his trousers and boxers down enough to release his cock. 

You can’t help the way your eyes widen and the whispered shit that falls from your lips. Andy looks nothing but smug as he lines himself up with your entrance.

“Don’t think that was much of a punishment, you’re fucking soaked,” he groans as he rubs the tip of his hard cock against your entrance.

You try to push your hips back but he plants a firm hand on your lower back to keep you in place. The two of you groan in unison as he pushes into you slowly. The stretch burns slightly but it just adds to the pleasure he’s giving you.

“Fuck, sir, you feel so good,” you moan as he slowly draws his hips back before slamming into you.

His hands grip onto your hips tightly as he sets a slow, languid pace, letting you feel every inch of him. The sound of skin slapping and your restrained moans filling his office. 

“Feel like heaven, shit, can feel you’re close already,” Andy growls, one hand reaching out to tangle in your hair. He tugs your head back causing an almost painful arch in your back but it gives him more access to hit you exactly where you need it. 

“Yes, right there, sir, please can I come?” you beg, your hips matching each of his thrusts as you chase your release.

“Fuck, come for me, sweetheart, come all over my cock.”

Your mind goes blank, your body boneless as the euphoria of your orgasm hits you. You're vaguely aware of Andy’s praises raining over you as you tremble under him. His hips stutter to a stop as he releases inside of you. 

Andy releases your hair, letting you rest against the desk as he leans over your back, caging you in against his desk.

He please sweet kisses against your cheek, his hands running down your sides as his cock softens inside of you.

“Are you doing okay, honey?”

The soft lilt to his voice has butterflies swarming in your stomach as you give him a soft smile over your shoulder, “I’m doing great.”

He smiles back at you, slowly pulling out and pulling your skirt back down before he helps you up and turns you to face him. Taking your face in both his hands, Andy leans down to place a soft kiss on your lips. You hum against him, your hands holding onto his wrists as you sink into the kiss. 

His office phone ringing makes you jump as you break away from him. The haze breaks as the gravity of what just happened sets in. Andy feels you tense against him and pulls you in closer as he answers the phone.

“Andy Barber.”

You watch him from under your lashes as he listens, offering the odd hum in response.

“I’ve had something come up so I’m going to have to take the rest of the day off, please reschedule the rest of my office hours for the day and I’ll see you on Monday.”

You can’t help but look confused as he puts the phone down, turning back to you with a grin.

“Well my afternoon just became free, want to get out of here, honey?”

That’s all the reassurance you need as you lean up to plant a quick kiss to his lips.

Oh Professor!Andy has me whipped!! Thank you for reading, as always comments and reblogs are super appreciated ❤️✨

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[paperweight91]

😏

Well I think this calls for Andy’s intro Drabble don’t you think?!?!

I See Trouble on the Way

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader (Runner)

W/C: 675

Warnings: mentions of animal attacks, impersonating law enforcement

A/N: this is a little Drabble that is part of our We’re All Monsters AU. As always comments and reblogs are my fuel. Please let me know your thoughts!

You stared at the man across the table from you. He seemed so normal. But looking in his eyes you could see there was something that wasn’t like most men you had ever encountered before. You took a sip of your coffee, black with a little sugar.

“So Professor Barber, I’m sorry to bother you with all these questions, but we really want to get to the bottom of all these animal attacks. Any information you can provide about the students would be really helpful.”

Professor Barber gave you a wry smile that had the lines around his eyes creasing. “Of course! I want to help in any way I can. Although I must say I’m a little surprised the FBI would be looking into animal attacks on a college campus. Isn’t that a job for animal control?”

His eyes were analyzing you, taking in your every reaction. You had never felt more under the microscope than you did now. You felt yourself get flustered at his questioning. “I, uh, well I’m new as I’m sure you could already tell. So I’m sure they sent me off on a wild goose chase to test me or something.”

Andy hummed and took a sip of his tea grimacing at the taste. He mumbled something about baristas not listening before placing the cup down and returning his penetrating gaze to you. “Please, ask away.” His smile was kind, and he reached a hand across the table to rub soothingly at your upper arm.

You fought back the tickle of want between your thighs, and gave him a shy smile. “Thank you Professor. All of the students were taking your classes. Did they have anything else in common that you know of?”

A few moments of silence passed as Professor Barber pondered your question. The whole time his hand never left your arm. “I really can’t think of anything. I’m sorry, with 400 students in a class I’m lucky if I can remember them all.”

You hummed and picked at a thread from your cheap suit jacket. You figured he wouldn’t know anything. You’re not entirely sure why you had agreed to coffee with him in the first place. This was clearly a werewolf attack. The man in front of you was just that, a man. You huffed and started to put your notepad away. “I’m sorry to have taken up so much of your time Professor. I really should get looking into some of the leads we’ve already got.”

Andy barked out a laugh and the sound warmed you to your core. “Did you really think I asked you to coffee so you could question me?”

At your quizzical look he continued. “I’m uhh, well it’s been a while since I’ve done this. My ex really did a number on me. She, uh, she nearly sucked the life out of me. I guess I was just looking for a little companionship.”

Your heart leapt at his words, it was a date! “Oh God I’m so sorry! I didn’t even. Crap. I’m terrible at this. Maybe once my case is all wrapped up, we could actually, you know…” you trailed off. You felt like an absolute fool.

Andy moved to sit in the seat beside you instead of opposite you. “You’re just adorable honey, you know that?”

You stammered and played with your fingers. You couldn’t meet his eyes if you tried. Finally you mumbled out, “My friends call me Runner.”

“Runner.” He tested the name on his tongue, rolling it around before nodding and stroking a finger along your cheek. “I like it, hope it means you won’t run away from me though.”

You chuckled, “Well unfortunately for now I have to get moving on my investigation, but I look forward to hearing from you again Andy. Really.”

You stood from the chair and gathering your items before reaching your hand out to shake his. Andy gave you a soft smile and watched you leave the cafe.

“Don’t worry Runner, you’ll be seeing me again real soon.”

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[babyjakes]

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event | kinktober 2022

prompt | professor

pairing | professor!andy barber x college student!reader

warnings | professor/student relationship so obviously some abuse of power/authority, dubcon i guess? andy is clearly manipulating reader but i’m not complaining 😌

word count | 355

an | dedicated to my dear friend @worksby-d! dest you will always be andy’s #1 girl in my heart 🫶 i hope you like this little thot 🥺

okay but what if your hot law professor was andy barber 😳 my man looks so good in a suit, imagine seeing him in one three days a week for class 😌 and maybe you’re struggling a bit, genuinely and you do bad on an exam and he calls you in for “test corrections.” the whole time he’s babying you, treating you like a poor innocent baby who just can’t grasp big girl concepts. wh-what if you start to cry out of frustration and he pulls you over onto his lap 😳 he starts out with just rubbing your bare knee, but then one of those big hands just starts trailing up your thigh…. beneath your skirt….. sliding your panties to the side as he parts your legs a little……….. “shhhh, baby. it’s okay. let me take care of it, hmm? look at that, already wet for me aren’t you honey? poor thing, don’t have a clue what you’re doing… no thoughts in that pretty little head other than getting finger-fucked by your professor…” soon he’s knuckles deep with two fingers while his thumb’s rubbing your clit, his free hand coming up to brush away your tears. “shhh sweetheart, i got you. gonna make it all better, i promise. you just be a good girl for me and hold still, maybe if you’re good and cum for me we can forget all about that failing grade…” you squirt on his nice dress pants 😳 “good girl, such a good girl,” he’s praising you so softly, knowing you need it after being so defeated by your studies, “how about you come on over to my desk, baby. c’mere, come sit up in front of me. wanna take a good look at how messy i made you” he probably eats you out right there on top of all of his papers 😭😭 licking your juices from your dripping hole as he pushes his fingers back into you. “that’s a good girl, you just lie back and take it. think i need to call you in for office hours more often, you still have plenty to learn” 😈😈

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[holylulusworld]

Law is his strong suit

Summary: You get another lesson from your professor...

Pairing: Professor Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Warnings: enemies uncle trope, angst, language, bitchy classmate, light blowjob, dirty talk, pet names, smut, unprotected sex, maybe a hint of dub-con?, mentions of stabbing, mentions of getting falsely accused, implied age gap (reader is a grad student and at age)

This story is part of my: Adventures with your professor masterlist

“Carmela Ryan Buchanan,“ you harshly ring your classmate’s doorbell. “For fuck’s sake! Your professor wants me to be your tutor. Open the fucking door.”

She doesn’t answer the door. You are fuming. It’s one of your few days off and you are standing in the rain, waiting for the bitch to open the door. “I don’t have all day. Open the door or I’ll leave!”

“What do you want?” she rips the door open and immediately snarls at you. “I’m on my way to my date.” She sneers while snapping her fingers in your face. “Get in and write that essay for me. That’s why I wanted you to come here.”

“You—what?” you step inside her home if only to get out of the cold. “Your professor asked me to help you with your essay, not to write it for you, Carmela!”

“Yeah, I don’t fucking care,” she snaps at you. “I got a hot date with an even hotter guy. Don’t wait up for me.”

You blink at her response. While you open your mouth and try to stop her from leaving, she already is halfway out of the house. “Wait! You can’t just…what are you doing?”

She giggles while slamming the door in your face. 

You huff. Frustrated. “Who do you think you are?” it’s a lost cause to yell now, but you gotta get all the pent-up frustration out. 

“What do you think you are doing at my house?” you turn around like in slow motion as a familiar voice turns your attention toward the man storming toward you.

“I-was…she…and then,” stammering you watch your professor walk toward you. He’s on you in a blink and grabs your arms to slam you into the door behind you. “Ouch, you’re hurting me.”

“You crazy little bitch!” he growls. “How dare you break into my home? Is that your payback for the B you got for your papers?”

“Your home?” you furrow your brows. “What? I didn’t break in. Carmela let me in.” You fight back. “Professor Laufeyson forced me to become her tutor. It’s not my fucking fault if that bitch runs off to ride yet another dick.”

“I told you before, stop with your fecal language,” he growls and squeezes your arms. “You can’t talk like that as a lawyer.”

“Who do you think you are, Professor Barber? And what was Carmela doing at your house?” you purse your lips. “I bet you are fucking that little bitch. Why should she be at your house if not to ride some dick?” 

“She’s my niece,” Andy’s hands drop from your arms. He steps away as you run your hands up and down your upper arms. “Her father is out of town, and I offered him to keep an eye on her.”

“Good job, daddy,” you sass. “She just left your house to fuck some dude she just met.” He grits his teeth and his hands twitch as you finally speak your mind. “You are so high on your horse during lectures, but your family is just as bad as anyone else’s.”

“Go ahead, tell me everything you always wanted to say,” he steps closer again. His right hand pressed against the door he cages you with his body. “I want to hear all of it.”

“You’re a hard-ass only to be a hard-ass. I hate that you try to make us all feel bad all the time. Professor Barber is a three-letter word,” you sneer as he leans closer to sniff at your hair. “We are grad students. I’m an adult, not a kid.”

“You won’t make it one day at a courtroom. How do you want to handle all the bad guys, huh?” he whispers in your ear, making you shudder.

“It’s a promise I made when I was still a kid,” you raise your chin. “I want to defend the people no one cares about. The innocent ones.”

“No one is innocent, kitten,” you shudder as he moves one hand to your hips to squeeze your flesh. “You’ll end up defending people who hurt others.”

“My father was an innocent bystander,” he hums as you push against his chest to get him off you. “The cops didn’t care, and neither did the prosecutor. A lawyer proved them wrong. He found the footage and showed them that my dad didn’t stab that man at the bar. It was the bartender.”

“You’re so fucking stubborn,” you ignore the tingling in your body as he moves his hand a little higher and under your shirt. “I should put your nasty mouth to better use. Always keep it full of cock.”

“Professor Barber,” he dips his head to whisper in your ear. 

“Get on your knees and show me that you can be a good girl for once.”

You swallow thickly. It’s not that you don’t find him attractive, or that you never fantasized about riding his dick. But he’s your professor and you both can get into trouble for crossing this line.

“Did you say the same to all of your students?” you smirk as he lifts his head to look you in the eyes. His usually calm blue orbs darken, and you know, he fights to keep his emotions under control.

“Only you are a bad girl all the time. Now,” he moves his hands to your shoulders and pushes you down. You hiss when your knees hit the carpet. “What do you want, kitten? Go home and touch your sweet pussy imaginening it’s me pounding into you, or—”

You bite your lower lip and coyly look up at Andy. He steps back to unbuckle his belt. He slowly opens his fly, almost as if he wants to drag this out a little longer. 

“I want to see your big cock,” you wet your lips. “Maybe you can make up for being a bad professor all the time. Show me what you are hiding in those too-tight slacks.”

“You’ve got a big mouth on you,” he smirks as you watch him shove his pants and boxers down his thighs. “Show me what you can do with it…”

“Fuck that’s it, kitten,” Andy watches you run your tongue up and down his cock. You smirk and take him back down your throat.

You feel so powerful when the man giving you a hard time every day moans your name with every bob of your head.

“You suck me so good.”

It’s not a secret that you love to suck a nice dick. You moan around his thick length while Andy takes another picture.

“Only for me, I promise,” he groans as you tilt your head to take him a little deeper. “You’re so good for me Y/N.”

You roughly grip his thighs, all the while moving back and forth his length. He moves one hand behind your head to guide your movement. “Princess, you look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. I knew it.”

He throws his head back and groans deeply. “I’m going to cum in your mouth, and you will look even prettier when you drool all over my dick.”

You move a little faster when you feel his cock twitch. He won’t take long to come in your mouth. “Stop, I’m going to cum in another hole…”

Andy didn’t cum in your mouth. No. He had other plans. He put a pillow under your belly and spread your legs wide. 

Now he moves on top of you. He’s pounding your quivering cunt, one hand around your neck. Andy moves his lips against yours, swallowing your moans and little squeaks.

“We gotta be quiet, princess,” he groans against your trembling lips, and gives you another hard thrust. “I want you to scream my name, but Carmela came home some time ago. We don’t want her to find out her uncle is fucking you good.”

“Andy—” you shout his name when you gush all over his cock. “Fuck…I…”

“Yeah, that’s more like it,” he speeds up again. “I guess we found a way to release all of your pent-up anger. I bet you’ll purr like a cat for me from now on.”

“We will see…professor,” you sling your legs around his waistline. “Give me a good show, and I’ll give you an A…” 

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Back To You: Prologue

A/N: You and Andy have a long history together. High School Sweethearts, and everyone thought you and Andy would be married.

College happened. Law student for Andy and you a Culinary Student. Both you and Andy made it despite having it being a challenge.

But of course all things don't always go as planned.

**

Years later, you found yourself married to a different man.

The life you left behind, the life you thought made you happy, and the man married wasn't what you thought.

Quentin was your husband. Pure bliss for the most part. Until suspicious purchase was brought home. He started coming home, with expensive bags and dining at places you only would dream of going.

That's when you found out.

So now you, in the middle of a very messy divorce and a soon to be ex who, refuse to let you go.

And run into the man that broke your heart.

**

Lawyer Mob Andy Barber x Baker Reader, Quentin Beck x Baker Reader.

Small appearance from Andy's estranged wife, Cindy.

You never thought this would happen, but it did. This was your last resort and you did everything in your power to save your relationship.

But nothing worked.

And it left you heartbroken and in tears. You told him that if he misses one more event, then it would be done and over with. With broken promise after broken promise, nothing changed.

And so, here you are. Bags packed and leaving behind the only home you had left.

Sitting in your car, he had called you. But you hadn’t picked up the phone. As you backed out of the driveway, your bodyguards came out and knocked on your door. Sighing, you opened the window and looked over to Curtis.

“He’s not going to like this.” Curtis told you.

“Yeah, well I don’t like broken promises. I’m heading to the airport. If he wants to meet me in France, for my competition, then he can. But you and I both know that he forgot and would give me the same fucking old excuse.” You replied, rolling up the window, but Curtis stopped it. You placed your hand away from the button and looked towards him.

“I know. But you need protection. I’ll have Sam and the rest of the guys follow you.” Curtis said. You couldn’t argue with that.

**

That was 4 years ago now and things have changed. What you would have thought he fought for you. But he didn’t. He knew he had fucked up and it was too late to change it. The last you heard, he married a girl from another family and you married a normal man.

No crime.

No coming home late.

Or so you thought.

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[onsunnyside]

I am sitting in my lecture-class and all I keep thinking is that if Ari or Andy would be my professor I most definitely would wear the skimpiest skirt, going commando and at some point when he would look at me I would spread my legs to show him my leaking, wet pussy only for his eyes...and uugh I want him to fuck the brattiness out of me in the most pleasurable painful way!

Yeah, I need to focus but- oh well here I am once again horny and needy for Andy or/and Ari...surprise!?

why only have one when you can have both ??

Professor Barber's law class with his close friend, Mr. Levinson, guest lecturing.

You bite on the end of your pen and slowly slip your hand between your legs, massaging your inner thighs. Ari is still speaking, holding the attention of your peers with his slow, deep drawl while Andy's eyes bounce between his laptop screen and you sitting pretty in your mini skirt in the second row.

After the lecture, he calls your name, holding a stack of papers in his hand. "I think you submitted the wrong essay, stay back for a few minutes, okay?"

And once the room is empty and the final student leaves, you're led into his office. Mr. Levinson is already there, leaning against the wooden desk, tapping on his cellphone.

"You're lucky no one saw you." He hums softly, gesturing you closer with a curl of his finger.

You stand in front of him, and another hand slowly takes your bag from your shoulder, then your light cardigan. Warmth envelopes your wrist, tracing the delicate charm bracelet.

"She's a little daring, huh? Sweet girl just wants attention, wants men far older than her."

"So what?" You involuntarily shiver. "It isn't like you two find me undesirable."

Professor Barber grips your chin, turning you to face him. He chuckles, pressing your cheeks in. "You better watch that tone, princess. Little things like you always talk a big game then cry because it's too much."

"And how are you so sure about that, professor? You hook up with students often?"

Ari laughs, that charming smile plastered on his face. "Oh, honey, that mouth of yours is going to get you into a lot of trouble someday. Don't know how you put up with her, Andy."

"How about instead of just warning me, you actually do something." You step away, going behind the desk and sitting in the expensive leather chair, crossing your legs. "Unless you two are just all talk—"

The sound of a buckle cuts you off, your professor is slowly slipping his belt out from the loops of his slacks while Mr. Levinson fists his small handkerchief from his suit pocket.

Andy loosens his tie and then locks his office door. "I think you forgot your place, princess. Lucky for you, Ari and I don't mind putting you back where you belong."

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Chris Evans (Characters) Masterlist

Frank Adler

Old Habits: Series (completed). Three years after she left Frank and Mary behind, Y/n returns to Florida for the wedding of mutual friends, what ensues may prove that like old habits, some feelings just don’t die. Warnings- Angst, mentions of miscarriage, mentions of infidelity Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Epilogue

Ransom Drysdale

Just Like Love: Dark!AU. Series (ongoing). For going on one year, Y/n has served as Ransom's maid, though, as the pair seek to discover each other's dark secrets and well maintained facades unravel, the real reasons for Y/n's continued employment comes to light. Warnings- Stalking, manipulation, kidnapping, SMUT, dub-con Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2

Andy Barber

New Beginnings Series: A series of oneshots and drabbles chronicling Andy and Y/n's life together.

The Express Lane: Andy's weekly run to a local convenience store gets a little more interesting when he meets someone new. Moving Day: A big step in Andy and Y/n's relationship dredges up painful feelings......and an impromptu proposal. Bedtime: Andy takes care of his drunk fiancee after a girl's night out, but she doesn't make it easy

Exile: Five years after their break-up, one person’s still reeling while the other’s moved on. Warnings: Angst

Unholy: To the rest of the world, Andy is a prosecutor with a stellar conviction rate and shining reputation as a family man, but there's a side of him that only Y/n knows exists Warnings: SMUT/NSFW, reader is a stripper/exotic dancer, mentions of pole dancing, implied sugar baby/sugar daddy, implied dom/sub, infidelity, oral sex (male receiving), light bondage, vaginal fingering, excessive use of obscene language, excessive alcohol consumption 

The Holiday Arrangement: Series (completed). When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings. Warnings- Angst, divorce, mentions of SMUT Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Sugar- Sugar daddy AU. Lonely one night, Andy joins Sugar, an app geared towards matching clients with high end escorts. Reluctant at first, he eventually meets Y/n, a young law student. What ensues is is a complicated arrangement that leads to more feelings that either of them bargained for. Warnings- SMUT, angst. (chapter by chapter warnings)

Prettier When You're Mine: Series (ongoing). One year into working with a young, bright and beautiful junior prosecutor, Y/n, who bears an almost uncanny resemblance to Andy’s late wife, Laurie, he finds himself developing feelings for her. Though, when she brushes off his advances, Andy proves that he’ll do whatever it takes to recreate his family. Disclaimer: 18+ This work contains dark themes, including stalking, dub-con, infidelity and manipulation. Read at your own discretion. Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Playlist

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