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cevansbaby-dove · 11 days

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Lust Royale 4

Warnings: talks of sex, stalking from Andy.

You went out to work out and then you see Steve texted you.

Steve-Are you coming back to the tower yet?

y/n-Jesus Christ Rogers, let me out of the tower for longer than two hours please..i'm not a kid.

Steve-fine..call me when your able to.

y/n- aye aye cap!

You put your phone in your gym bag and get to your car and just then remembered that you needed to grab stuff from the store and it's only ten minutes from the tower Steve will be ok with just ten extra minutes.

You drive away from the gym and then Andy's card falls out of your purse and you pick it up and bite your lip.

He was handsome...but you were with Steve and if he found out about Barber it's game over for you.

You got to the store and pull into a parking spot and see Andy's car..noo..it can't be his...you get out of your car and grab a cart then head into the store.

Andy watches you from his car with lust in his eyes but he can't bee seen. But he came ready to not been seen by you.

Andy grabs his bag then gets out of his car and walks to the store and heads into the bathroom to change.

Andy walks out into the store and looks around then he spots you in the produce aisle.

Andy slowly walks past you and you glance at him and he turns his face before you can see him.

You must be seeing things that can't be Him..can it? you shake your head and see a text from Steve.

Steve-y/n where are you? it's been more then a few minutes!

you walk away from the aisle and bump into Andy's arm. "Oh God I'm sorry" You look up from your phone and see him. "You were at the party..Andy right?"

He flashes a smile. "hello Kitten" That nickname was new for you and God it was kind of hot....a hot man picking a nickname for you..damn.

"Um hey sorry what are you doing-" he looks around. "Nothing just shopping, you?"

"Same I mean that's what people do at stores so...." Andy flashes you a smile and says. "I heard you left the avengers...on your own now?"

"No I didn't leave them...where did you hear that?" Andy's eyes darken. "I saw it online"

You roll your eyes. "Ah one of those kinds of men who trust everything they see online uh?"

You walk around the store and Andy follows you. "Oh I didn't know it wasn't true"

you smile. "of course you didn't" Andy watches you as you look at somethings and you say. "it was nice seeing you again Andy" He nods. "You too kitten, oh I have a masked ball tonight...if you wanted to join me"

I look at him and say. "I'd love too thanks" he smiles "i'll text you the place and time." I nod and walk away.

Back at the Tower Steve was pacing the floor so much that Tony says. "Don't wear a hole in my floor please Rogers"

Steve looks at the front door. "She should be her by now where is she!?"

You walk in. "I'm back sorry ran into Andy at the store" You put the stuff away and Steve walks up to you. "Did you talk to him?"

You turn and look into Steve's eyes. "yes sir but he was nice so I didn't see a reason to ignore him"

Steve's jaw clenches and you fold your arms. "Damn why are you like this Rogers!? All I did was talk to him he didn't fuck me like you have"

Tony's eyes widen and he says. "oh? is that so Steveie boy? you and y/n have had sex?"

Steve says not taking his eyes off of you. "Stay out of this Stark"

You walk around Steve and he says. "Where are you going?"

"to punch something! I am not going to punch you that would be dumb"

You storm out and Steve sighs. "damn it" Tony says. "uh uh"

I am at the gun range when I hear Steve storm in. "Y/n!" I turn and put the safety on my gun and put it away. "What do you want Rogers?!"

He walks to me pinning me to the wall by my neck. "You really want to keep that bullshit talk up?"

I gasp. "Language Steve" he tights his grip on my neck. "What do you call me Y/N"

"Si...sir...I'm sorry" He smiles and let's go of my neck. "Good girl" I hum at his praise. "So your not mad at me?" I asked grabbing my jacket.

"I'm just looking out for you" He said folding his arms. "oh I see"

"What? just because we had sex doesn't mean we can't be friends..with benefits" I look over at him with a smirk. "Oh yeah? and what if I told you that I was going to Andy's for a masked ball? what then?"

Steve walks to me and says. "I'll have to join you"

I smile. "But you have a mission, come on Steveie i'll be fine" I kiss his cheek. "trust me"

I walk away and head into my room and grab this outfit.

I fix my hair into a bun and slip my heels on and then I see Andy's message of the address and time at five and it's already four fifty.

I walk into the living room and Tony looks at me and says. "Well hello beautiful Y/N" I smile at him. "I'm off for the evening see you boys later" I walk out to my car and drive off.

i walk out of my car and I see so many people already filling up his home. I put my mask on and walk into the house and look around. I see a tall man walking to me and he hands me a glass of wine. "Nice to see you"

I take the glass and smile at him. "Glad to be here" I look around the room and a lady walks up to me. "Hello I'm Laurie" I smile and shake her hand. "Y/n" "oh it's very nice to meet you y/n how long have you been here?"

"oh not long I live in New York, Mister Barber invited me to this party, oh is he here?"

"he is but being that this is a masked thing I can't give out where he is" I send the lady a warm smile. "Right I'm sorry I forgot" She smiles. "well if you need me you know where to find me"

I nod. "yes thank you" She walks away and I hear someone say behind me. "hello Kitten" I turn and see him but he's in a mask but that nickname he gave me was what made me know it was him.

"hello Sir"

Andy and I talk for hours about many things. I look at my phone and say. "I should go Andy it's getting late and Steve he'll-"

"He'll what?" Andy asks looking into my eyes. I take my mask off. "He is protective of me" Andy cradles my face in his strong hands. "Just once Kitten...let me take care of you" and with that his lips softly touched mine. I should have pulled back, I should have said no..but there was something about the look in his eyes.

A/n:whew...y/n is in hot water if she kissed Andy. Will Steve be mad? What will Andy do after this kiss? More coming as soon as I can, I hit a writings slump for this series but I am back at it :)

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sidechrevans · 2 years

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#Andy Barber #andy barber smut #chris evans #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you #Dark!Andy Barber x f!reader #dark!soft!Andy barber x reader #chris evans characters #andy barber imagine

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writing-for-marvel · 11 months

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These are all the fics I've read in May. Please go show all these amazing writers some much deserved love! Also please remember to read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff I 💧 - angst | 😈 - dark

Dividers by @saradika

Bucky Barnes

🔥 Headstrong by @flordeamatista

💗🔥 Bedtime Story by @jobean12-blog

🔥 Neighbourly Love by @/jobean12-blog

💗 Bucky Barnes x reader by @maivolpe

🔥 Needy by @targaryenvampireslayer

💗🔥 Love From Afar by @bluehourbucky

💗🔥 Bucky makes sure you know you're his first choice by @like-what-the-fuck-scoob

💗 Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together by @golden-barnes

💗 Dance with the Devil by @rookthorne

💗 Imagine Bucky calling you at work by @lives-in-midgard

💗 Booked on a Feeling by @intrepidacious

💗 Morning Workout by @sparklefics

Steve Rogers

💗🔥 The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are by @buckets-and-trees

🔥 Give You a Ride by @sstan-hoe

💧💗 His Radiant Sunflower by @witchywithwhiskey

💗 The Berry Sweetest by @brandycranby

Sam Wilson

💧💗🔥 Haven by @fluffyprettykitty

💗 Surprise by @/targaryenvampireslayer

Adam Warlock

🔥 A-Z NSFW Headcanon by @tom-whore-dleston

🔥 Soft Dom Adam by @inklore

Joaquin Torres

💗🔥 Expression by @/fluffyprettykitty

Bruce Banner

💗 Cuddles are the Cure by @late-to-the-party-81

Ari Levinson

🔥 Like Jello by @/late-to-the-party-81

💧💗 Post-Nightmare Cuddles by @ronearoundblindly

🔥 Like a Broken Record by @howdoyousleep3

Ransom Drysdale

💧 Occupy My Brain by @/intrepidacious

💗🔥 Insomnia by @/brandycranby

💧💗 One Night by @honeybloomss

Andy Barber

🔥 On Your Knees by @flwrsforu

💗 Pros and Cons by @navybrat817

Joel Miller

💗🔥 A Sweeter Place by @/flordeamatista

💧💗🔥 Wild for You by @/jobean12-blog

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nickfowlerrr · 1 year

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working on it

main masterlist

this is a list of all my wips (including requests) so we can all be on the same page in regards to what i have coming up 🖤

*these aren’t in any particular order - as you guys know, i write what i have inspiration to write and not in order of when requests were received or series were updated.* if you don't see your request on here, and did not get a response from me letting you know i'd be unable to write it, then i didn't receive it. feel free to send it in again if you'd like.

i saw @sweetpeapod’s “to do list” and it’s such a great idea i literally never would’ve thought to make one myself so all credit to her for this! 🥰

updated: 06/06/23

legend: actively writing • on hold/writer’s block • haven’t started

series

bucky barnes:

if i could - chapter five

keeping secrets - chapter seven

stucky:

trust me - chapter two

drabbles, one shots or continuations (not series)

andy barber:

waiting - pt 2

dark!professor andy

bucky barnes:

soft!dark bucky - basement wife

dark!brat tamer bucky

you can’t - pt 2

dark!ex bucky - pregnant reader (might not end up dark lolll)

when a stranger calls bucky

yandere mechanic bucky

“enemies” to lovers bucky

iou - pt 2…possible miniseries

enemies to lovers - one bed trope

die happy - chubby!reader

first time for everything - drabble

call it what you want to - pt 2

mean!bucky one shot

duke!bucky x duchess!reader (soft!dark?)

pro wrestler!bucky

charles blackwood:

dark!charles halloween fic

lee bodecker:

dark!lee - traveling!reader

dark!lee - salem witch trial

lloyd hansen:

ransom drysdale:

delivery - one shot

mean!ransom one shot

nick fowler:

dark!nick - daddy’s dead - one shot

steve kemp:

steve rogers:

mean!steve one shot

stucky:

dark! road trip fic (two stories in one/choose your own adventure)

royalty au

fumbling - drabble

fawn - pt 2

requests

humble request to the queen of my lil dark heart for your sluttiest a/b/o with your man of choice inspired by ‘hurt you’ by the weeknd 🖤

bucky barnes:

request/imagine: mafia bucky x reader where bucky is very obviously obsessed/infatuated with the reader and just wants her to be his but she plays hard to get (for some time) and starts hanging out with other men so he gets jealous and punishes her (smut if you want with degradation/humiliation kink idk💀) very new to tumblr so idk if im doing this right or not. thank you! 💘

Dearie write some angry seggs with Bucky barnes

Scenario 5 10 17 22 please & Dialogue prompts 32 and 38 please with bucky 😭 he’s a total grinch throughout but seeing the reader happy makes him happy and I love the grumpy x sunshine trope🤤😮‍💨

Hey yo! I'm not sure if you're still accepting Christmas prompts or anything (I've absolutely loved reading them) But I've been listening to this song on repeat and idk, I can just imagine the reader singing it to Buck on their first christmas together, and him falling even more in love with them. Anywho, happy holidays, can't wait to read anything and everything you bless us all with 🥰❤️🎄

What would have happened in a AU version of your dark biker Bucky finding his soulmate finally…and also meeting her husband?

What if the reader had a really toxic husband who wouldn’t let her go or let their divorce proceed unless she cheated on him? Only the man she picks for her affair, Bucky Barnes, is WAY worse than her husband and she doesn’t realize until it’s too late? (No idea though if this is like a mobster Bucky or Winter Solider or some other profession)

a bucky fic of any length based on this text exchange with my husband (who’s deployed) ((i’m the red bubble lol)) 🥹 you work is magic so i trust however you wanna take this

Bellllaaaaa hiiii:) I’m hooked on biker/bartender bucky(even tattoo artist bucky) with fucking Tats right now and I’d totally love if you could maybe write him and chubby/plus sized reader having a flirty relationship, maybe they’re like a fling or something. She works at his bar/tattoo shop, whichever au you pick, and they’re just fucking flirty and so naughty together lol. Smut is always welcomed!! Thank u bby in advance<3 mwahhh🥺💋

Was curious if you could do a TFAWS Bucky request? Reader is a curvy plus size gal, and Sam has been trying and trying to get Bucky to ask her out. Then one day, he finds her really upset and self conscious… He finally lets his true feelings show, trying to make her feel better… maybe it turns into more? 👀🥰 Like…. ‘Let me just show you how beautiful you are..’ kinda thing lol. I really hope that made sense ☠️☠️

charles blackwood:

Hello there I want to ask... Do you still write Charles blackwood x reader fanfic? It has to be very romantic but very naughty. Charles being very sexy and dominating. It is also the reader's very first time with him too. Can it include a photo of Charles as well? Thanks x

max burnett:

Hi can I request a max Burnett x plus!size reader.

nick fowler:

Okay, speaking of thots, having the Nick Fowler says something sexy in Romanian and leaves gifs back-to-back with the 'no, I'm not okay; I should be sucking his dick rn" thot was— 🥵 Think you could combine those two into a little (or big, would not complain 😉) something something? 😘🤍 👉🏻👈🏻

I’m reading a book about the history evolution of dating, and it has this section on sugar daddies and babies. Apparently a lot of sugar babies are warned not to fall for their daddies, but the women report that usually it’s the other way around and the men fall for them. So what about a soft dark mafia Nick who quickly gets obsessed with his sugar baby reader? He just get more intense the more she denies an emotion connection because it’s just bad business on her end.

pwyc! bucky:

Hi I loved your Pretty when you cry series read it twice already and you did a amazing job 🥰 I was wondering if you could write the reader from that series being catcalled by some creep and dark biker Bucky witnesses it and completely losing it and defending her and maybe it ends with some fluff I hope you have a lovely day or night ❤️

OK maybe After Reading your Dark Soulmate Story I want/need more 😁 So I was thinking about Bucky and the Curvy Reader. Was there ever a time when Bucky Breaks down and cry? Like, He is so Hurt that he is Not Angry but gets really sad? How would the Reader react? How would Bucky himself react? Thanks again For creating These two and thank you For your time🖤 i Love them.

Hi Bella! So you’re my fav tumblr writer and I’m never gonna get over pwyc cause it’s pretty fucking amazing, and I don’t know if you’re taking requests for drabbles or anything like that, but I thought I might as well ask! So imagine that Bucky and Y/N have been living together for a while and things have been great, but Bucky is thinking of proposing, but Y/N is so not ready to get married or have kids, and her and Bucky get into a huge fight over it, and maybe she briefly moves out, and Bucky is basically lost but like also super angry cause we all know he doesn’t take rejection too well, but in the end they make up and by that I mean smut, and you can decide if they get engaged or not, but yeah that’s basically it

Hi! I love pwyc so much then when i saw the new trust series was from you I did a little happy dance! I was wondering if i could request a little drabble of what would happen if reader found out she was pregant and how biker Bucky would react? If not no pressure honestly love all your fics thanks for sharing them with us!

Belllllllaaaaa I have a request to make for pwyc series💕❤️ Imagine bucky getting possessive and jealous of readers coworkers, the reader trying to escape when he thought they were finally getting somewhere in their relationship…..😬😬 would he be angry or upset just love feral bucky 🫣😭🥵

Pwyc reader having nightmare about that night Bucky raped her. While dark!pwyc Bucky is sleeping right next to her. So reader started crying in her sleep,tears and all (cause that's what she does best) from the nightmare with him in it and woke Bucky up. Bucky can tell what it was about and started to soothe her nightmares the only way his perverted ass knows how. He started nuzzling and kissing her neck all over and kiss all her all over her face including her lips,eyes and her tears away while his hands roam all over her body to wake her up. Reader woke up still crying and Bucky ended up giving her the most gentlest (?),angsty or passionate sex? Idk,it doesn't have to be gentle. Just like really angsty and passionate in a really pwyc dark!Bucky way to show reader he's her only choice no matter what so she just gonna learn how to love him and get over her fear and nigthmare with the fear and nightmare himself. And maybe some angsty stomach flipping aftercare afterwards. Dark! request ofc. This can be during pwyc or after pywc,it's up to you. Reader being a crybaby makes this fic special to me :,D Been looking for a pic like this. Thank you so much and sorry if my English sucks a lil. I try. Tysm again 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼

Hiii Bella!! I love your writing so much, you're very talented 😍 I found the pwyc series about three days ago and I've read it twice 😅 I wasn't that productive at work ig 🤣 as a curvy girl myself who falls very close into the description of the reader/soulmate who loves Bucky, I felt very satisfied. So... I'm rubbish at requests but I thought I would like to ask for something and it's nice that you're kind and understanding so I don't feel too anxious about doing so 👀 so... what about reader going out shopping a dress for an occasion (idk what exactly, something formal-ish ig... a birthday party/dinner maybe?) and the shop assistants make her feel bad by saying things like "we don't have clothes in that big of a size, miss" or "this doesn't suit your fat thighs/stomach" (this has happened a lot to me, unfortunately)? And she gets home sad and spends all week self-loathing and insecure, wearing very baggy clothes and starving herself and pwyc bucky doesn't exactly get what's going on because she doesn't want to discuss it but he feels how down she feels and worries. Then he hears her explaining the experience to eva and he becomes a man on a mission. He has one thing in mind; to shower her with compliments, sweet nothings and have beautiful, passionate and rough sex with her 😏 (and also decides to punch whoever said sh*t about his girl). Thank youuu 💜💜 P.S. Sorry if this was too long☺️

hiii so i just thought of pwyc fluff (bc i love two hopeless romantics) so uhhh what if reader gives bucky a pet name? calls him "love" in front of his friends and bucky just melts and swoons

I just want pwyc reader and bucky to have kids 🫣😬😂 it would be so unexpected and I’m sure bucky would be super excited even if the news comes out of the blue 🥺🥺💕💕 it would be so funny though 😂😂

Just finished your dark soulmate Bucky fic-absolutely loved it, stayed up WAY too late reading it because I couldn’t stop. I was wondering if kids are ever discussed between them? I feel like no for both of them because Bucky seems too greedy to share the reader/lose time with her and I don’t know if the reader would really want babies with him after their start, even if she’s forgiven him. But I do wonder what would happen to Bucky’s mindset-does having a daughter make him realize any new aspects of what he did? Does a son make him worry about raising a man who could do what Bucky did to his own soulmate?

I have a pwyc prompt! Reader borrows Bucky’s beloved car as hers is in his shop. He tells her to be careful as it’s his baby. She misjudges a turn and wrecks it, only gets minor cuts/bruises but goes hospital to get checked out in case concussion. She doesn’t want to see bucky - freaking out about seeing him and admitting she crashed his baby but of course his main worries lie with someone else’s welfare!

what if reader wasn't bucky's soulmate but he wants her anyway. (long request)

Sorry in advance if this is too indulgent even for fanfic, but would you be interested in a prompt where pwyc Bucky is thrilled that the reader is gaining weight? Either because he takes it as a sign that she’s happy so she eating more, they’re going out on fun dates and have delicious things to eat or they’re spending too much time together for her to work out, etc etc. but he’s super into it. And loves to show it, especially during moments when she’s upset about it? So it’s something positive instead of negative.

Hi Bella. Love your work and love that you write curvy/plus size reader as I’m a curvier girl myself. I was wondering if you could write a Drabble/fic with pwyc bucky worshipping/praising reader’s bigger body - maybe she’s having a bad self image day or similar and he kisses all of her curves and lumps/bumps because he genuinely adores her figure and also is very much turned on by her even if she sometimes worries his muscular frame would be better suited to smaller partners as he’s so in shape.

This but she hurts herself bad?🤔🥺

“You come across any other kinks you wanna try, you just let me know. You know I’ll do anything for you, pretty girl.” Hmm how about breeding kink combined with marking kink. I believe the possessive side of Bucky here would absolutely eat this up and be feral. Would love to see your take on this, but if you don’t want, that’s okay! Thank youuu! 🫶🏻

Hi Bella! I have an idea for a PWYC Drabble please don’t feel obligated to respond or make it. So today I was walking and some total jerks yelled out the window calling me fat. I wonder how Bucky would either comfort reader or handle it. I know you have something similar with your knight drabble. Thank you for all of the incredible work you’ve given us, this is my favorite series of all time— you’re a great writer. ♥️🥹

Hi! I’m a huge fan of PWYC and I was wondering if you thought about doing a pregnancy one shot, or multiple shots related to Bucky and reader starting a family? I’m curious how the dynamic would be considering how Bucky already acts towards reader and how he tends to be very loving but also on consistent watch over reader. If you don’t like the idea or aren’t interested that’s totally okay too!

steve rogers:

I would love to see a stalker Steve Rogers who thinks he’s “courting” you when he buys you presents off your (private) wishlists, takes care of chores around the house when you’re sleeping or away, has lunch delivered to your workplace for you, etc. (sure it’s scary and weird all these things are happening to you, but I would also like to come home to packages on my porch and my lawn mowed, you know?)

#bellasburdens #masterlist #my wips #nickfowlerrr

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flordeamatista · 2 years

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Please note that even though I will accept requests, I cannot guarantee I will be able to write everything you send me. Sometimes it's a matter of time, sometimes it's a matter of imagination, or sometimes it's just not my cup of tea. I also decide whether it will be a drabble or a one-shot.

— I am free to refuse a request or push it to whenever I feel inspired.

— Requests that violate my guidelines will be deleted or blocked.

— Feel free to send me poems, gifs, or songs that might inspire me to daydream

— I write fem!reader inserts (and sometimes curvy!fem reader and latina!female reader)

What I will write

— any AUs/tropes

— angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, poetic smut: choking, soft dark! character/reader, praise/degradation kinks, exhibition kink, soft dubcon, sex toy, bondage, overstimulation, dom/sub, exhibitionism, and other kinks (just ask)

—poly relationships are accepted

Characters I write for

— Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, Andy Barber, Bucky Barnes, Nick Fowler, Mickey Henry, Stucky, Frank Adler, Natasha Romanoff, Curtis Everett, Lloyd Hansen

what i will NOT write

— incest, pedophilia, beasteality,necrophilia, age play, race play, self-harm, dd/lg, underage characters in situations they clearly shouldn't be, water sports, scat play, foot fetish, and grooming, anything to do with abortion, miscarriage, eating disorders

Send request here

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thepsychewrites · 2 years

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Little Dove | S. Rogers

Professor!Steve Rogers x F!Reader

Summary: College wasn’t what you were expecting it to be. You didn’t have many friends, you didn’t party on the weekends, and your homework was always in on time. Things take a turn when your World War II instructor, Professor Rogers, asks you to stay behind one day after class. What will happen when lines get blurred, feelings get hurt, and two people from vastly different life paths fall in love?

> Word Count: 2.2K

> Warnings: 18+ MDNI; Age gap (Steve is in his early thirties, reader is twenty in this part), some mild language and thotty thoughts, history talk, no smut in this part.

A/N: AHHHHHHHHH this series will ruin me. I can’t wait to put it out. It’s gonna be so good and nasty. While this part is not explicit itself, most of the series will be, so MDNI and 18+ guys. I have no idea when the next parts will be out as I have other wips that need to be worked on, but AHHHHHHH I’m so excited for this you guys have no idea. Comments, likes, reblogs, and feedback is super appreciated! Love you guys <3

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College was far from what you were expecting.

Parties, frats, friends, blacking out on a Tuesday in some randoms bathroom...

That’s what you were told was the “college experience”. Something everyone gets to go through as a right of passage once you get there.

They were so, so wrong.

Days spent in the library, nose in a book, pens out and ready to take notes- that’s what you got instead. It wasn’t the worst- your grades were fantastic and you were popular among the professors in your major’s department.

Maybe it was just that you loved learning and would do anything for good grades. Maybe it was just your anxiety. It didn’t help that you were already a junior, only four semesters left to go until you graduated with such little social experience under your belt.

Your favorite professor of the semester had to be Professor Rogers, your World War Two instructor. To be fair- he was popular amongst most of the undergraduates in your major- the guys liking his in-depth descriptions of events of the 30s and 40s and the girls enjoying that and the view. You couldn’t lie, Professor Rogers was insanely handsome, anyone with eyes could see that. Or they could hear it in his voice when he spoke during lectures, the depth of it alone enough to make you blush. Or, maybe if they got lucky, you could smell how handsome he was from the high-end cologne he often wore, the amber and sandalwood notes drifting through the classroom and lingering there all day.

It’s the class you were sitting in now, head down and hovering over your notebook as you quickly wrote notes while he spoke about the Battle of Midway.

“The Japanese lost approximately three thousand and fifty seven men, four carriers, one cruiser, and hundreds of aircraft, while the United States lost approximately three hundred and sixty two men, one carrier, one destroyer, and one hundred and forty four aircrafts. Any questions?” Professor Rogers said, turning to face the class of twenty students, his hands shoved into the pockets of his dark blue dress pants.

Nearly ten hands raised, most of them just wanting to hear him speak for as long as possible before class was over. He chuckled lightly before he began answering question after question, your notes abandoned now that he was done with the lecture. You rested your head on your palm, your elbow dug into the solid wooden desk as you allowed yourself to zone out. His voice carried through the classroom, fluctuating slightly when he got to the last few questions. The room eventually got quiet, and you hadn’t realized most of the students had filtered out. Your attention was caught again when a large shadow loomed over your desk, amber and sandalwood flooding your senses, making you peer up.

“Did today’s lesson bore you, Miss Y/l/n?” Professor Rogers asked, a gentle grin on his face.

You hummed, shaking your head. “Not too much. Your way of explaining Midway was great.”

His grin grew into a full smile. “Well, I don’t think it helps that you’re already well versed on the topic. Not sure why you even took this course when you seem to know more about it than I do.” His pen dragged along the edge of your desk.

“It was this or Dr. Romanoff’s Russian Empire class and I’d much rather keep my gpa where it’s at.” You smiled back, the casual banter between you two a normalcy at this point. It was somehow easier for you to connect with your professors than it was your peers, and you and Professor Rogers had build a good rapport despite it only being a couple of weeks into the semester.

His eyes were soft on yours and you internally wished you had a photographic memory to capture how he was looking at you. Something you’d gladly look back on any chance you got.

“Have you started your research paper yet?” He asked, knowing you always liked to stay ahead of schedule.

Your hands moved under the desk, your thumbs twiddling around each other. “I know this might sound shocking, but I have not. I’m just having a difficult time narrowing down a topic.”

“Well, you have plenty of time to figure it out, but if you had any ideas you wanted to bounce around… this is my last class of the day. You can stay and we can discuss it if you’d like.” Professor Rogers offered, his brows slightly raised while he waited for an answer.

You really did need help to figure out a topic. Plus, who could say no to spending extra time with Professor Rogers? Even if it was only to discuss your research paper. You’d be an idiot to pass up the opportunity.

“Yeah, I’d appreciate that a lot, Professor.” You agreed, placing your notebook and pen back in your book bag.

“Great,” He started, walking down to his rectangular desk at the front and throwing a leather satchel over his shoulder. “We can move to my office if that’s alright, less noisy.” He said, motioning with his hand to the hallway outside.

You nodded, grabbing your book bag and following his lead. His office was connected to the classroom, so it wasn’t a long walk until the both of you were inside and he was closing the door behind you.

He cleared his throat, running a hand over his beard as he shuffled around to his desk chair. “Go ahead- have a seat, make yourself comfortable.” His voice was a little less formal now as he spoke to only you, something you took note of. It was still just as alluring, but less… intense, perhaps.

It was the first time you had ever been in his office. The two of you were alone, on top of that. You allowed yourself to look around, noticing the various decorations he had that cozied up the place. He had a few framed pictures, none of them featuring any sort of wife or kids, a bookshelf with its contents in pristine condition, a rubix cube and some small wooden puzzles, his degree framed and hanging on the wall behind him, some posters of World War Two propaganda, and a coat rack in the corner. It seemed very fitting, to say the least.

You sat yourself in the big leather chair across from his desk, crossing your legs at the thigh and untensing your shoulders. It was close enough to him that you could hear him breathing and your shoe was grazing the bottom of the desk, but far away enough to where you hoped he couldn’t see the flush in your face.

“Would you like some water or coffee or anything?” Professor Rogers offered, taking a quick swig of his own mug of black coffee.

“Oh, no thank you I’m fine.”

He threw you a tight lipped smile before asking to see what notes you’ve gathered so far. You reached down into your bag, grabbing your notebook back out and opening to the messily scribbled on page.

“So, my ideas for the topic are between the Blitzkrieg against Holland and Belgium, Dunkirk and Operation Dynamo, or Normandy and Operation Overlord.” You said, watching your professor read through the detailed notes you had jotted down about each one.

He leaned back in his chair, his eyes studying you.“You know- my colleagues weren’t wrong when they told me how great of a student you are. I guess I just didn’t expect this level of responsibility and brightness.”

He’s talked about you?

If your face was hot before- it was nearly melting now. “Oh, thank you, Professor. I’ve always been really invested in my studies, so…”

“It’s admirable, Y/n. In my seven years of teaching here I have yet to come across a student of your caliber. You raise the bar, that’s for sure.”

“Oh, now you’re just being too nice-”

He shook his head. “No, it’s completely true. Each time I grade something of yours I feel dumb. And I was a World War Two nerd back in the day.”

Your heart was fluttering like crazy and you felt like if he kept complimenting you like this you’d just explode right there in his fancy, and probably super expensive, leather office chair. “Thank you, Professor. I apologize for making you feel stupid.” You joked with a grin, hoping to lighten the air that surrounded you, the one that was drowning you in his scent.

A deep laugh rumbled from his chest. “Apology accepted. Now back to your paper…”

Professor Rogers sat there and talked with you, giving you amazing feedback on what topics he thought would work best, as well as writing down sources you could check out and use. By the time the two of you had wrapped up the sun was gone for the day, replaced by her sister glowing high and full in the obsidian sky.

“Shoot-” You started, glancing down at your watch and noticing the time. It was a quarter to ten. “I should probably get going. I didn’t even realize what time it was, sorry for keeping you here so long.” You finally stood, gathering your strewn out notes and shoving them into your bag before you tossed it on your back.

He stood too, reaching for his coat and satchel. “It’s not a problem, Y/n. Why don’t you let me drive you back to your dorm? It’s probably not too safe to walk there alone this late.”

“Oh, no I couldn’t ask you to do that- it’s okay.” You attempted to decline, not wanting your professor to go out of his way to drive you home when you’ve already taken up his night.

Once again, he shook his head. “You’re not asking, I offered and I insist. I’m sure you know how sketchy this campus can be after dark.”

You bit at your lip. “Are you sure?”

He moved to the door, his car keys twirling between his fingers. “Positive. C’mon.” He said as he held his office door open, the lights in the classroom already off. You threw him a sweet smile, slipping between the open door and waiting for him as he locked his office up.

The walk to the parking lot wasn’t long and was spent mostly in silence. The both of you came to a stop next to the only car left in the lot- a deep red Chrysler 300, and he moved to open the passenger door for you. You whispered a timid thank you.

His car was in such good condition you wondered if your professor was a secret germaphobe. It smelled like it had just been cleaned recently, too, but a single Black Ice air freshener hung from the rear view mirror, swaying slightly from the door closing once you were in. Your breathing was labored, heart nearly in your ass at the thought of being in your professor's car. Alone.

He climbed in just a moment later, shoving the keys into the ignition and letting the car whir to life. He looked over at you, already watching his movements intently.

“Where to?” He asked, that familiar grin back on his face.

You told him which residence hall you lived in, albeit a lot shakier than you intended to. He gave a nod, turning onto the main road in the direction of your dorm.

It was silent for a moment, but his voice rang out, startling you a bit. “I hope you didn't mind me being too forward with wanting to drive you home, but I would have been uncomfortable making you walk back by yourself this late.”

Oh fuck-

Oh sweet Jesus fucking Christ-

His hand had found a home on your thigh as he spoke, his warmth radiating through your jeans and into your skin, traveling somewhere that made you wanna-

“It’s fine, I just didn’t want to inconvenience you.” You managed to get out, completely and utterly baffled at how composed you sounded when you were on the verge of whimpering from his huge hand being so close to your-

He squeezed his hand down, your denim clad flesh tingling under his palm. And just as quickly as he put it there he retracted it, settling it back down on his own leg. “Not an inconvenience in the slightest. I promise.” He assured.

You hadn’t realized the car had stopped in front of your residence hall until your professor put the car in park. You glanced out the window before speaking. “Thanks again for driving me here, Professor Rogers.”

“Steve. You can just call me Steve- outside of class, I should specify.” He said, eyes finding yours in the low light of the car's interior.

You nearly choked on your breath.

Outside of class? What the fuck does that mean?

“Okay... well, thank you again- Steve.” You emphasized the name, smiling as you opened the passenger door and stepped out, grabbing your bag. Before you could close the door he called out.

“Have a good night, Y/n. See you Wednesday.”

“Yeah, see you then.” You said, finally shutting the car door and turning to walk inside, your eyes wide and your stomach doing an entire gymnastics routine. Your keys fumbled in your hands and you internally groaned, hoping he wasn’t still watching you even though you knew his car hadn’t left yet.

Your roommate, Yelena, was pacing in the kitchen when you got back, a half-eaten tub of ice cream held against her stomach.

“Dude! Where the hell have you been? You never get home this late- I was contemplating calling the cops.” She yelled through a bite of cookie dough.

The day's events swirled in your mind, a slight smile pulling at your lips. Your back leaned against the door, your thoughts racing.

“Oh you know- the library.” You lied.

“The library closes at eight on Mondays.”

You giggled, a dreamy stare lingering in your eyes as you made your way to your room. “Uh huh- goodnight Yelena”

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wildestdreamsblog · 3 years

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A dwindling, mercurial high

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Warnings: Soft!Dark Andy, Swearing, Alcohol consumption, Sexual themes, mention of cheating, drama. If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

A/N: HIIIIII. My first Andy Barber fic! I hope you enjoy! Also can you believe it’s been a month since I started my tumblr? Crazyyyyyy! Happy one month to me! Thank you for the support, likes, reblogs, replies, for following my account! I hope your days are always as beautiful as Helen of Troy!

You were my Helen, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, End

"You know," you started saying at the tall and muscular man walking beside you, "I'm starting to think you have too much time. Don't you have your business to go back to in Boston? Hey-"

You couldn't stopped him as he dipped his spoon in your gelato. You gave him your death glare before slapping his wandering hand away from your dessert. "Andy, are you sure you're rich? Why are you always taking my food away from me, hmm? You most certainly earn more than I do."

Andy laughed wholeheartedly. You stared at him, at his face, at his relaxed stance- and you couldn't stopped looking at him. His face was being illuminated by the afternoon sunlight. He was an art you think you were starting to like, an art you were starting to want to understand. What did the strokes mean? What did the colors indicate?

Who are you, Andy Barber?

"Well, Helen, you have yet to answer me-"

"Stop calling me Helen."

"Do you think Delilah ever loved Samson?"

Andy was.....different. He never ran out of topic to argue you with, never ran out of opinions, and you meant strong opinions. Each time he found you, he'd be tagging along uninvited, eating your food, asking you things about yourself, arguing with you, and you thought the most thing that unnerved you was the way he kept looking at you like that- like you were a breath of fresh air, like you were something he was unknowingly looking for his whole life.

You didn't know it now, but this man would change your life. You didn't know it now, but this man would love you fiercely. You didn't know it now, but he would also break your heart, and you'd break his.

"Do you think she was a victor, villain, or a victim?" He asked again before licking his spoonful of sweet dessert.

Your eyes trailed to his tongue before lifting your eyes to the darkened eyes of Andy. "A villain."

Andy hummed thoughtfully, turning to you. He cocked his head to the side, "I think she's a victim."

"Victim how?"

He looked intently at you, as if you were the answer to all of his questions. His lips turned into an empty smile, before looking away. "She didn't expect to fall in love with the great Samson. She couldn't break her loyalty to her people. She was stuck, a victim of her own choice. A choice she made not knowing she'd later on meet the love of her life." He chuckled humorlessly before returning his eyes to you.

You frowned as he looked at you, his eyes was jsut so...torn. And to what you didn't have an answer. "You don't hurt the people you love. You couldn't. You couldn't physically do anything to hurt them." you answered, before smiling at him and continued walking, enjoying the view. Your polaroid camera hang on your shoulder, taking pictures of the blue water, of the nature, of something that would commemorate your rare break from work. You could hear Andy's step as he caught up to you. He was silent. Well that was a first.

"I think Delilah truly loved him. In some stories, she stayed beside Samson. She knew the risk of perishing if she stayed, but she stayed."

"Andy, she betrayed him."

Andy shrugged, "We're only humans. We can't always make the right decisions."

You stopped walking and nodded your head because yes, he had a point. You were not petty to deny that. "Despite you stealing my food, I enjoy these talks of ours. I think I'm gonna miss these talks of ours once you return to Boston."

"I'll always make time for you." Andy declared, as if he was really sure, absolutely sure that you were more important now that anything he ever held dear. Andy was enamored by you, by your quick wit, by your strong personality, by your independence, by your beautiful smile- by you. He was feeling something he had never felt before, and even then, he was feeling a tinge of regret.

"What is it that you do again?"

"I'm a writer. I interview people who have stories to tell. What about you, Attorney Barber?" you asked him cheekily. As open as he was about his theories, he was not one to share about his personal life.

He proceeded on telling you about what he does, what his business was about- but never mentioning the name of his business. "A man has got to keep some secrets, don't you think?" he joked as you took picture of the lake. He looked at you before calling the attention of a passerby.

"Excuse me, will you be so kind to take a picture of us?"

"Sure!"

Andy gently snatched your camera away from you before passing it to the kind teenager. He maneuvered your body in front of the camera, the view of the water behind you before standing so near you. He placed his hand on your shoulder possessively.

Later on, you looked down at the polaroid he had written on.

Yours, A.B.

After that day, you had not seen Andy around for a week. It was like he just vanished. You couldn't help but think of him, if he was hungry because he looked like he always was considering he was stealing food from your plate. You couldn't help thinking about him. He was..something. And the radio silence from him was making you think that he was really a busy person, that he really just had fun talking to you and it meant nothing. You shouldn't give meaning to that. You were still assisting Jayson to the best of your ability with his wedding preparation. It was days from now and everything was already set.

But like in movies, he appeared just when you thought of him.

You were busy going over the documents sent to you by your boss. He knew you were on leave, yet he was taking time off your precious day to help him. You couldn't say no because the man was like a father to you, a generous senior who took you under his wing when you were just a young and naïve aspirant.

"I need to buy new pens," you mumbled to yourself as you go over the papers.

"Busy bee." A deep voice whispered near you ear, making you jump up from your seat, almost spilling over the coffee you ordered in your favorite coffee shop where you were currently doing your job.

You glared at him as he sat down in front of you uninvited. You noticed his deep eyes, his eyebags- a clear sign he didn't sleep well. He looked tired.

"Oh look who it is- Attorney Barber. I don't have time to bicker with you today."

"Thought you were on leave?"

"I also need to not piss my boss off." You grabbed your phone and showed him the online app you were using for shopping, "Also, I have so many beautiful things I want to buy."

He laughed as he took a sip of your coffee.

"Hey that's mine! Order yours!" you crinkled your nose at him.

"Well, Helen, what's mine is yours, and all that vice versa thing." he mumbled as he wiped his lip with a napkin. The barista came over to personally deliver his order, two iced coffee and two pastries. "Andy, that's for married people only."

"Here, as my apology to you." he placed the coffee in front of you, replacing the empty cup he just took from you.

You nodded your thanks before proceeding on your work. "Well if what's yours is mine, I'm just gonna check out the things I have on my cart and have you pay for them," you mumbled, distracted by the errors you saw on the document.

"Go ahead."

You looked at him, unbelieving he was real. "Are you planning on being my sugar daddy?"

He flashed you an amused smile. "This is exactly the rest I needed," he stated seriously. He looked worn out despite his appearance.

"When did you last sleep?"

He scoffed, looking down at his phone before answering. "I only sleep a few minutes last night before going here. I needed to see you."

"Why?"

He shrugged, "I just needed to."

Andy observed you from his seat. You didn't bring up his disappearance, you just asked him how he was. And he was okay, now that you were here in front of him. He couldn't tell you the reason why. And you didn't ask him.

"You need sleep, not coffee. Come on." You gathered you things and swiftly put them inside your bag before waiting for Andy to stand up. He was looking at you, with clear confusion in his face. "Where are we going?"

"To sleep."

It turned out, he did not make any arrangements for the night, didn't book any hotel to stay in. To tell you the truth, this was an impulse decision on his part. He just really needed to see you, despite everything. One second he was in his office, the next thing he knew he was grabbing his keys and was driving to you. You didn't need to know that.

You took pity on him. "This doesn't mean anything, okay? I just want you to sleep before you collapse. I can't and won't carry you when you finally collapse from exhaustion." You warned him as you opened your quaint apartment. The apartment was okay to you. In fact, you loved the independence this small space gave you. You loved your space, yet you felt quite insecure as Andy followed behind you before he closed your front door himself. His eyes doing a quick scan of your apartment, taking your decorations in, your apparent love of pink and white, your little decorations you've collected, pictures of your family, of your friends- of the polaroid of you and him that you stuck on your refrigerator through a magnet. His face softened when he saw that but he did not comment.

You went straight to your bedroom upon arriving at your apartment, leaving him to muse over your things. You fluffed your pillows, straightened the covers, opened your aircon before calling for him. He leaned on your door. You frowned at him, "Come on. Sleep."

He looked at you as if he was torn, as if he was making a difficult decision. His hands were in his pockets, his stance relaxed but his face showed his reluctance.

"I don't know if this is right." He finally said.

"You don't know if it's right for you to sleep?" you kidded because you did not understand him. He was always coming for you, appearing even when you least expected him, tagging along in your little errands and you little vacations even when you did not invite him. And this was where he was trying to draw the line? To sleep?

You went to him, looking up to him when you finally reached him. You had to tilt your head just to look at his eyes. "Andy, I'm not gonna take advantage of you-" he chuckled at that, mumbling 'As if you could' before letting himself be pulled on your bed. "-I just really want you to sleep."

You turned your back on him as he got himself comfy on your bed, burrowing his face on your pillows, wanting to inhale your delectable smell. You turned off the light.

"Please feel free to take advantage of me," you heard his sleepy mumble before you closed the door.

You laughed at what he said once you were seated on your dining table, trying to focus on the documents in your hands. But your mind was going back to what he said. And you hated it because what he said planted a bunch of lewd things in your head. You were already confused about your feelings with him even before, but now... you hated to admit it but God, Andy was a hot man. And describing him as 'hot' was an understatement. You were never one to appreciate men just because they're pretty to look at, but Andy was so much than that. He was charismatic, intelligent, and the way he kept on throwing you amusing topics was the most entertaining talk you ever had with any man.

And you know, a good conversation is such a dangerous thing.

You were stirring the pot. Yoy were cooking when you heard your bedroom door open. It was already dark outside. You expected him to wake up hours before, but he must have been really tired because he slept for almost five hours. You turned to him with a teasing smile on his sleepy face, "Well, look who's up."

Andy hair was messy from his sleep. He was rubbing the sleep off his eyes as he walked near to you. He pouted at you before sitting down on your dining chair. He was so big the entire apartment looked smaller and you noticed how masculine he was, how small you were compared to him. "You didn't take advantage of me."

You laughed as you transferred the dinner to your glass bowl. "Oh, I'm sorry. Should I have?"

"You should have. I can't forgive you for not doing it."

Shaking your head at his silliness, you removed your laptop and your papers off the table to make room for your dinner. "You wanna eat?"

"A bed and a dinner? I'm luckier than Paris at this rate."

He volunteered to wash the dishes as you finished you work. Once he was done, he sat in front of you, typing down on his phone. "Chocolate or coffee?" he questioned offhandedly.

"Chocolate, please."

Turned out, he ordered drinks. He was driving to Boston in a couple of hours to make it on time for his meeting.

"Aren't you going to leave now?" you asked as you drink your chocolate drink. Your love for chocolate was an affair you would never end. You asked because he was still here, hanging out with you as you watched your favorite series on your television. He was sitting beside you, dangerously close. Your sofa was made for two people, but his muscular built was making the sofa smaller, his spread thighs touching yours.

"I will. I'm just waiting for you to take advantage of me."

You faced him, looking to see if he was serious, and he met your eyes. "I'm serious." he declared, reading the confusion on your face.

You bit your lip as you grabbed your phone, opening your shopping app and smiling cheekily at him. "Okay, let's buy these and have you pay for them." You joked at his crestfallen face. You laughed at his face before returning to your position. You were watching your show when you felt his eyes still on you.

"Andy, what is it?" you raised your brow at him.

"Should I kiss you?" he whispered.

You stared at him before biting your lips. "Do you want to?"

He looked at your lips longingly, before returning his eyes on yours. "More than I ever want anything in this life, Helen."

"Then I think you should go for it," you whispered as he neared his face to you, his jaw clenching, his eyes darkening. The anticipation of the first kiss with someone, with how would they taste, with how their lips would feel against you flew from your mind as his lips finally landed on yours.

His lips moved slowly, tasting you, savoring you. His hand was on your neck, pulling you closer as he deepened the kiss. You felt his tongue playing sensually with yours, teasing you. You heard him moan, his grip on you tightening when suddenly, he lifted you to his lap. You squealed as your hand automatically landed on his broad shoulders.

He gazed at you, licking his lips as he ran his hands over your legs that were spread on either side of his thighs. "You taste better than I ever imagined."

He gave you no warning before he kissed you again, devouring you, tasting you, committing you to memory. Andy grounded you down his hardening cock, guiding you as he rubbed your clothed pussy on him. You could feel yourself clenched as he grinded on you harder, his lips tracing your neck. Andy pushed down your strap, baring your shoulders to his hungry gaze. He tugged down on your top, staring at your breasts. You watched him over your hooded eyes. You felt shy as he did nothing but stare at them. You went ahead and covered them with your hands when he bound your hands on his hand.

"Baby," he looked at you, "you're a goddess. You are my goddess." he whispered before he leaned in to take a nipple inside his sinful mouth. He started sucking- all while keeping eye contact with you. You couldn't stop a moan from escaping from your lips. He was sucking your nipples, alternating between the them. He took your breast as if he was a hungry child. "A-Andy," you moaned, your breasts incredibly sensitive from his lips.

"What do you need, baby?" his coarse voice was the only thing you could hear. You whimpered as he grinded on you harder. You could feel yourself, could feel how wet you were. "Tell me, baby. I'll give anything to you, for you." He promised darkly, his muscles bulging from the restraint he was showing.

"I need you."

The next thing you knew, he was lifting you and depositing you on your bed. You watched as he removed his shirt, blessing you with his muscular body. He was watching you as he removed his belt, his pants, before crawling to you. His face burrowed to your neck, inhaling your scent. He gave you no warning before he removed your shorts. He had already dealt with your top. "Are you wet for me?" He smirked at you before reaching your panty, and completely destroying them.

"Hey! That's expensive-"

"I'll buy you whatever you want."

You felt his long digits tracing your slit, circling your clit before he inserted his finger inside you. "So. Fucking. Wet." He growled. He angled your face the way he wanted it before kissing you again. Andy could not get enough of you. He tried to resist, tried to distance himself away from you. But look where it got him, hungrier for you than he ever was. He knew he could never leave you again, now that he knew how you tasted, how your moans sound, he could never leave without this. That was what he was thinking as he went down on you. As you came on his tongue. As he removed his boxer. His cock was touching his stomach, he was harder than he ever been. And he could not think straight but to know how you feel inside.

"Do you know how much I thought of you like this?" he asked as he gripped himself and positioned himself, "A thousand times since I met you." He admitted.

You looked at him, surprised at his admission. You felt the tip of him protruding you, using your juices to coat his head before inching inside you. You gasped at how big he was, at how full you already felt. He lifted your legs on his waist, fucking you deeper. He grunted once he was sheathed inside you. "Fuck, you feel so good. Feel so right." He thrusted once, testing, "Feel so mine."

The sound of your wet pussy was resounding, but his growls and moans were louder. You were never with someone who was as vocal with his pleasure as Andy was. Andy rolled his hips, he was deeper now than he ever was. You could feel yourself starting to climax as you scratched his broad back. Andy started pumping faster when he suddenly stopped. "Open your eyes, I wanna see you fall apart." He ordered darkly and you couldn't help but follow his orders. Only when you looked directly at him did he start thrusting in you. You started coming, he was still watching you when he followed soon after. His hot seed painting your walls, dripping out of you.

He pulled out of you gently, kissing you once before his eyes went to your pussy. His cum still dripping from you. His finger went inside you, pushing his cum inside you. "Baby, now you are mine."

Andy left hours later. He was hugging you so tight when you walked him to the door. You didn't meet his eyes, not sure if what the two of you did was the right thing to do. The high from the pleasure was wearing down and you were starting to overthink this.

"Thank you, baby," he whispered in your ears, his muscular arms still around you.

"Drive safe," you said, probably a little cold as he leaned down on you to look at your face.

"Baby, look at me. I'm coming back, okay?" He said worriedly as he ran his hand on your cheeks. "Are we okay?"

"I just- I just need time to process this." You admitted. His face suddenly darkened, his jaw clenched. His muscular body stiffened at your remark.

"I'm not going away, baby. You're mine now. I'm yours. I wanted to make sure that you know how I feel about us." He eyed you for confirmation that you understood.

He stayed like that until you nodded slightly. He flashed you an unsure smile before leaning down to kiss you.

Your mind played back what Jayson told you, Andy was not good for you and you were not good for him.

You just didn't know how right he was.

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mypoisonedvine · 3 years

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claimed || alpha!Andy Barber x reader

summary: an interrogation with an alpha is no place to have an unexpected heat.

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut (dub con; the reader goes into heat and can’t think clearly enough to say no), a/b/o dynamics, loss of virginity, mentions of misogyny/discrimination against omegas, vague noncon and violence references, kinda housewife kink, possessiveness, breeding kink, praise, overstimulation, knotting, slight bondage (reader is handcuffed), slight pain kink, implied/subtle age gap, pregnancy mention at the end, kinda soft!dark andy but he's really not that dark

"This would be a lot easier for both of us if you started telling the truth."

You chewed your lip, looking away from the man across from you; it was impossible to keep eye contact when his gaze bore into you like that, when he gave you that stern, dominating look.

Andy Barber was so obviously an alpha, he was one of those types that just reeked of it. Figuratively— with the way he towered over you, his masculine body and strong features— but also literally considering his scent was filling the room now: pine, cinnamon, sage, and something a little bit sweet that made your mouth water.

It made sense for an alpha like him to have a high-powered, high-pressure career like this; he probably got a real kick out of squeezing information out of scared betas who couldn’t stand up to him.

And that was the role you were going to play now, because he was wrong: it would not be easier if you told the truth. If he knew what you really were, you’d be doomed.

You’d been hiding successfully as a beta for a long time by now, and you weren’t about to give it up now, even if it would likely have the charges against you dismissed. Omegas lived sheltered, oppressed lives; sought constantly by alphas, they had their pick of the finest since omegas were so rare, but until mated they were extremely vulnerable— and afterwards they were usually made to be subservient housewives, constantly bearing children as a consequence of their extreme fertility.

Maybe some omegas were okay with that, plenty probably loved that lifestyle since it was sort of the instinctual habit of an omega by nature, but not you. Never you. You wanted a life, a real life, your own life as more than an alpha’s mate. Thankfully you’d found the right mix of suppressants and perfumes to hide your scent, the right work schedule so you could always be home for your rare heats, and voila: to the rest of the world, you were a beta.

Being a beta meant being unnoticed, unacknowledged, never pursued and never courted. And that was exactly how you wanted it.

If Andy Barber knew that the man you’d stabbed was an alpha trying to force himself on you, there was a chance he would understand that it was self-defense and let you go. Then again, a lot of alphas seemed to think that being forced to mate was just par for the course for an omega; surely Andy wouldn’t be one of those types, as a man of the law, right?

��I can’t,” you finally answered.

“Whatever it is, you can tell me,” he assured, some of his anger shifting to a soothing tone. It really did calm you down; he must have been using his ‘alpha voice’ on you, and the fact that it worked should’ve been a red flag but you didn’t notice. “Let’s start from the beginning. You said you were at home but no one has confirmed your alibi. You said you didn’t know the victim but you obviously reacted when I showed you his picture. And, you said you weren’t there at the time of the murder but we found your DNA on the body.”

A little smile pulled at the corner of your lips, exactly not the reaction Andy had been expecting. “You’re lying,” you whispered.

He tensed up as you called his bluff. The DNA found at the scene was in the process of being analysed, sure, but it would be weeks until the results came back. “How can you be so sure?” he pressed.

“Because I. Wasn’t. There,” you hissed, glaring back at him; he shook his head solemnly..

“No, that’s not it. I can tell when you’re lying, too, you know,” he warned. “Tell me how you know I don’t have your DNA at the scene?”

“Because… because…” you breathed, blinking a few times as the room started to get warmer. Your head was spinning, your thighs clenched together— and when Andy reached out to rest his hand on yours and ask if you were alright, his touch sent it all into overdrive.

No, no, it wasn't your time yet. It shouldn't have come for a few more days, and you’d arranged to be bailed out tomorrow so you’d go into your cycle safely at home and not in jail. But now it was beginning and you had no way to stop it. Had the smell of an alpha really been enough to start your heat early?

Andy watched you start to pant and sweat with a furrowed brow, unsure what he was witnessing because he’d never had the opportunity to see it before. His ex-wife had been a beta, he'd never even met an omega before— they were quite rare after all.

But what he lacked in experience, he made up for in instinct; his body told him everything he needed to know about what he was seeing. “Omega,” he growled lowly, watching your whole body erupt into shivers at the timbre of his voice.

As far as alphas go, Andy was relatively level-headed, not as preoccupied with instinctual desires to dominate, to claim, to impregnate. A lot of alphas viewed mating with a beta as settling, although it was the much more likely outcome, statistically speaking. Andy, though, never really saw it that way, even knowing how much harder it would be to have a child with a beta. Their fertility was significantly weaker, both the males and the females, and Jacob was the product of years of trying; in all their marriage him and Laurie had never used any contraceptives and she only got pregnant the once.

But an omega? Especially a young one like you? He could knock you up right now, if he wanted. That power was intoxicating. It was exactly what he never knew he needed so badly.

“I don’t need the results of your DNA to know what you are,” he explained firmly. “I can’t believe I didn’t know before— you must have tried really hard to keep it a secret, little one. You must be so afraid of who you are… and who I am, for that matter. It must scare you to imagine what I could do to you.”

You whimpered, the noise tugging his heart in conflicting directions; to comfort you, or to make you do it again.

“I’m not going to hurt you, if that’s what you think,” he assured. “Not if I can help it…”

Honestly, he wasn’t so sure he would be able to help it; he felt his own sanity slipping as he watched you writhe and cry, instinct overtaking logic in the both of you.

"Alpha, please," you shuddered, the title making his cock harden instantly, uncomfortably filling the trousers of his suit.

"You smell so good," he purred, taking his jacket off as he stood up to cool off a bit. "I can smell your heat, Omega. I bet everyone in the building can—” he glanced to the locked door— “but I'm the only one here."

"Need you," you whined, tugging on the handcuffs that kept you bound to the table.

"Stand up, bend over," he commanded, and he'd barely finished speaking when you'd already done it, bent at the hips with your forearms resting on the table as you waited for him. "Good girl."

He rolled up his sleeves and took his place behind you, caging his body in with yours, nuzzling into your neck to get a deep breath of your scent.

"Fuck, so sweet," he groaned. "Waited so long for this. To feel an Omega on my cock. Never thought it would really happen. Has an Alpha ever taken you before?"

"No, I never… no."

"Not just unclaimed but a virgin. Christ, am I dreaming?"

But he was too far gone to take any more time to appreciate his luck— he needed you now, and he was taking you all for himself.

If he wasn't so overcome with need he wouldn't have thought to tear your clothes off, but now he didn't even think to question the idea, shedding you of your clothes like they were made of paper until you were completely exposed to him, your wet core vulnerable while another wave of your sweet scent filled the room.

"Look at all this," he grinned, kneeling down to lap at your folds and taste your slick. Your eyes rolled back in your head, your channel craving to be filled. "All for me, Omega?"

"Yours, it's all yours…"

"Doesn't it feel good to be claimed, little one? To be owned?"

"S-so good," you agreed. "Want your knot, Alpha. Want your mark."

A growl echoed in his chest when you said that, and he craved nothing more than to bite your neck and bond you to him for life.

But, it would be better if he saved that for a little later.

He stood up again and gave your ass a quick slap— nothing too rough, just enough to make you yelp all cute and whiny— before grabbing your hips to pull them back into his. You gasped and pushed back onto him, shamelessly rubbing yourself against the thick outline of his cock.

"Gonna make a mess on me with all that slick, Omega," he growled, but it was by no means discouragement.

"Want it in me, please," you sobbed. Unable to resist your begging anymore, he hastily opened his belt and fly, sighing with relief when he wrapped his hand around his cock and pulled it out. Your whole body visibly quaked when he swiped the swollen head through your folds, coating himself in your plentiful arousal.

Without any further warning, he pushed his cock in with a loud moan, a cry tearing from your throat as he tore into your body. "Shh," he soothed as his fingers rubbed your spine, "that's my girl, that's my pretty Omega."

But pain wasn't really your issue; it hurt, yes, but what made you cry was that you were already on the edge, about to come from hardly anything. When he thrusted once, you lost it and your legs quivered as a new wave of slick started to dribble down them.

"Are you coming?" he asked darkly.

You could only nod, biting your lip to try to keep from moaning too loudly.

"Oh my god…" he groaned, amazed at how sensitive you were. Clearly he wasn't the only one realizing how powerful and incredible it could be when an alpha and omega mated.

He started to really pound into you then, each brutal thrust knocking you forward.

"Feels good when you come for me, Omega. Do it again."

You couldn't help yourself; his voice had complete control over your body, his words a command you were helpless to resist. With a broken whimper you came again, walls squeezing his cock in a weak and stuttered rhythm.

"It's better than they say it is. Even better than I imagined. So fucking good," he sighed. It felt so right, that was the thing. It felt like your body was made to be claimed and owned by him.

"Want your knot," you whined, "please, Alpha—"

"If I give you my knot, you're mine. My Omega. You will never allow another Alpha to touch you. You will not speak to another Alpha, look at another Alpha, even Betas are off-limits. When I bite you, you'll be bonded to me and become my wife, you'll never disobey me or leave me. When I knot you, you'll give me a child. Is all of that perfectly clear?"

It was everything you'd wanted to avoid just an hour ago. Now it was your greatest dream come true. "Yes, Alpha. Yours, Alpha."

"Want to be bred, Omega? Bred by your Alpha?"

"Please!" you sobbed.

"Then keep coming and I'll let you have it soon," he promised. "I'll give you all my come like you need so badly."

You whimpered as your walls seemed to try to suck him in deeper, gripping him so tight that it made his head spin. Orgasm after orgasm washed over you, too many and too numb to count, each part of you slowly stripped away and replaced with pure, all-consuming pleasure.

The base of his cock began to swell and you mewled proudly— that is, until, it just kept growing and you couldn't imagine taking anymore.

"P-pull it out," you begged instead.

"I told you that you would take my knot, was I not clear?"

But you hadn't realized how big it would get, how far it would stretch you— and it was still going. "It hurts, Alpha, please!"

"You'll get used to it, gonna keep it in you all night and give it to you every day so you'll have plenty of practice. Take my fucking knot while I come inside you and breed your cunt."

When his knot finally grew to its full potential, streams of hot come began to fill you, deeper than you had ever imagined possible. It was overwhelming, apparently unending, and one final orgasm rocked your body as you milked his cock for all it was worth.

He wrapped his arms around your body, holding you close and soothing you as you shivered and cried, his kisses trailing up your shoulder to your neck where, finally, he sunk his teeth into your skin and left his mark on you.

Your walls quivered around him at the feeling of being claimed, mated for life. In that moment you didn't notice or care that it was to a man you barely knew; he was your Alpha now, that was all that mattered.

He kissed and licked over the sensitive bitemark, whispering praises your ringing ears couldn't quite process yet.

At least you were getting bailed out a day early.

Andy kept his promise about exactly how owned you would be. For the first few months you didn't even leave the house, he was too busy filling you with his cock every day. Although he was happy to claim you anywhere he happened to find you— the shower where he hopped in randomly, the kitchen where he bent you over the counter, the living room where he pinned you onto the couch— his favorite place was the bed. It was rougher and more animalistic in the other places, but in bed he was possessive in an entirely different way.

"My wife, my sweet little wife," he whispered in your ear as he slowly thrust all the way into you, making your back arch until your chest pushed against his. "My Omega. All mine."

"Yours," you agreed.

The protectiveness increased tenfold when your scent changed during pregnancy, even more when you started showing; he was obsessed with the way you looked full of his baby.

As for you, omega life was better than you'd expected. At times you felt smothered by him, but simultaneously you felt worshipped and loved like you never thought you could deserve. He certainly spoiled you, though he expected your unwavering loyalty in return.

That part was easy, though. Love, not fear, kept you in check when other alphas had a wandering eye. They knew you were mated, the bitemark scar (which Andy never, ever let you cover) and ring (which Andy never, ever let you take off) were sign enough along with the change in your scent to them. Occasionally one would shoot his shot and get unilaterally rejected by you before getting his ass kicked by your husband. If only they knew what you'd done to the last alpha that tried to creep on you; how you met Andy in the first place.

In the end, maybe it wasn't so bad to fall into your instincts, your natural role in society. Andy sure made it pretty enjoyable with the way he brought you to the height of pleasure over and over every night. "Mine," he promised you in deep whispers, "from the moment I saw you."

#andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #alpha!andy barber x omega!reader #I'll add tags when I get home later

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oitommothetease · 3 years

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Parasitoid

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Female reader

Description: A parasitoid is an organism that lives in close association with its host at the host's expense, eventually resulting in the death of the host.

Word Count: 1.7k words

Warning : dark themes (minors go away), 18+, dubious consent, degradation, impact play,D/S dynamic, maybe even S&M dynamic idk, delusional reader, angst, cheating, manipulative Andy, smut, reader just wants to be loved, toxic relationship, gaslighting, age gap, this is really messed up and dark, please let me know if I missed something

A/N - I know y’all want soft Bucky but lemme give you dark Andy instead. Yeah, I think I need help.

At first, sleeping with your married boss was exciting. Bodies moving in sync with the fear of getting caught only increased the adrenaline and your desire for the man — Andy Barber.

You didn’t expect to get a call back after your horrible interview with the most famous district attorney in Newton. You did not expect to get the job as his assistant. Furthermore, you certainly did not expect yourself to fuck him in his office three months later. But that's what you get when you mix a tough case with bourbon.

It was supposed to be a one-time thing — a stress relief for both of you. You were aware of his marriage and his son — it was hard to ignore the family picture situated on the table while Andy thrusted in and out of you from behind. In some sick sense, you felt pride — looking at the brown eyes of his wife, Laurie, through the glass in the frame. You thought that you had the upper hand — her husband wrapped around your finger or your cunt in a literal sense.

You imagined her initiating sex with her husband once he reached home, only to be refused while Andy made some excuse about being tired. Likewise, you saw her attempt to mend her failing marriage with her husband when she brought lunch for him at work. Of course, all of their conversations ended up in a fight, and Andy in between your legs. You weren’t supposed to listen during her visits, but the thought of her pursuing your man made you terrified. So, you listened in and interrupted whenever you felt she was getting through to Andy. And she would leave after signing in defeat.

“Fuck, honey, your mouth feels so good around me,” Andy whispered, his hand wrapped around your hair, holding it together while guiding your mouth around his length.

Andy’s free hand impacted your cheek — lightly, then swiftly and then faintly again. “Look at you, taking your boss’s cock like a whore. Anyone could walk in my office and see you on your knees, but you still wouldn't stop, would you?”

Not being able to say anything, you shook your head ‘no’ around his member and he hummed in satisfaction with your answer. His lewd words with the impact play on your cheek made a damp spot form on your panties. You couldn't stop your wandering hands from reaching for your covered cunt in search of your own relief.

That earned you a harsh slap, Andy took your hair tightly in his grasp and shoved his whole length inside you. You choked and tried to pull away, but he held you there while you tried to breathe evenly through your nose. “Keep your hands behind where I can see them if you don’t wanna be punished. You don’t get to come without permission.”

Having received his punishment before, instantly you obliged to his order. During your time working under Andy, you learned a lot of stuff about how to handle cases and clients, but more importantly, you learned not to disobey Andy because that only leads to you begging him for mercy.

After loosening his grip on your hair, Andy soothingly ran his knuckles on your cheek to wipe off the tears streaming down your face.

With a groan, Andy came on your face and like the obedient girl you were, you stuck out your tongue to take in as much of his release as you could.

“Good girl,” he patted your cheek thrice, “Clean this mess up and get back to work.”

You did as he asked, you always did what he asked without any question because you loved him, and you knew he loved you too. He hadn’t voiced his love out loud to you, but you knew he did — with the way he would spank you thrice or look you in the eyes as he released his seed inside you, tainting you as his with his come — you knew he loved you.

No man could ever make you feel the way Andy did. He had that power over you, and you handed him your submission on a silver platter. And Andy reveled in that power so much that he abused it for his pleasure.

“Give me the Rogers file now,” Andy demanded when he came to the office the next day.

He looked tense, and you knew what to do to lighten his mood — you always did. The way to a man’s heart is a woman on her knees — taking his cock in her mouth.

“No, stop,” he said as you were getting on your knees in front of his chair. You were perplexed. Did he want to make love to you instead? Were you doing something wrong?

“Just leave the file on my desk,” he ordered, “And cancel my next appointment. I’ll be leaving for home early today.”

Home. He still called the house with Laurie his home. You wanted to yell at him that that house — Laurie — wasn't his home, you were. Maybe he called it his home because of his son, Jacob. Jacob was 18 and in college now.

Two years ago, when his son was 16, you told Andy you couldn't do this if there was no future. Andy promised to leave his wife as soon as Jacob was out of the house, so he could be with you. It had been almost a month since Jacob moved to his college dorm, yet Andy had not made any effort or even mentioned a divorce in the foreseeable future.

Maybe he just needed more time, you consoled yourself. You understood how the divorce process takes time. And it wouldn’t be wise of him to get with a younger woman right after divorcing his wife.

As Andy’s assistant, your job contained going through his calendar every day before leaving work. It was to make sure that it gave him some break between different client's appointments. You were doing your job until you noticed a reminder — Couples therapy at 6 which was followed by a dinner reservation. He was going to therapy with Laurie? Wasn't he supposed to divorce her? Is that why he left early?

You were mad, no, you were furious. You had waited two years for him to divorce her. Two years and now he was trying to fix his marriage? What about all the promises he made to you?

Without giving another thought, you made your way to the restaurant where he was supposed to have dinner with his wife. Andy and Laurie were already there, you could smell his perfume before you even walked in.

Laurie spotted you and recognized you instantly. Fuck, this was a bad idea.

You tried to avoid her gaze, but she waved at you and called your name. You didn’t even look at Andy when you pretended you didn't see them there — as if you didn't come here for him. Laurie brought your lie, and you could feel Andy staring at you but you ignored him. You knew you would melt the moment you saw those ocean blue eyes.

Laurie insisted you to sit with them and begrudgingly, you accepted. Dinner was awkward. You tried to focus on Laurie, who was telling you incidents about Jacob as a kid, while you were sure Andy was throwing daggers at you with his look. Again, you avoided his eyes.

His wife wasn’t a bad person, you realized. Hell, she was a better person than you, and you felt guilty about sleeping with her husband and plotting with her husband for him to leave her.

Sometime during the dinner, Laurie excused herself to take a work call, leaving you alone at the table with Andy.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Andy seethed, his nose flaring with the anger he was feeling.

“You told me you were leaving her!” you raised your voice, your emotions were getting the best of you. You thought you had a future with him — you wanted to build a home — a future with him.

“What? Did you think that I was really going to leave my wife for the first woman who opens her legs for me?” He took your wrists from under the table and held them tightly, punishing you for raising your voice at him. He hated when you defied him, and he disciplined you accordingly and for most parts, you were in line, but this called for some fucking disobedience.

You pulled your hand from under his hold and examined your wrists to find bruises already forming.

“Fuck you!” you yelled before taking the glass of wine in your hand and splashing it across his face. “I quit.”

Without explaining to Laurie, you left the restaurant to collect your stuff from work.

The next day, you mailed your resignation to Andy and blackmailed him into giving you a well-worded letter of recommendation. He obliged because if the press found out that a married man was sleeping with his much younger employee, it would wreck his reputation. He even paid you hush money to delete all the inappropriate things he had texted you.

Not only that, but he didn’t completely leave you, he was unshakable like a wine-stained white dress. You couldn’t throw it out, but you couldn't get rid of the stain either.

You were still aware of his schedule, and every once in a while you would end up daydreaming about him or where he must be.

Furthermore, you just couldn’t get him out of your system. Maybe that's why you found yourself on your knees again while Andy held your head and pumped his cock inside your mouth like a parasite latched onto its host.

“I knew you would come back, you filthy whore,” he gasped as you took more of him in.

No, he wasn’t just a parasite. A parasite eventually leaves its host in pursuit of another. He was a parasitoid.

The parasitoid feeds off its host until there is nothing left to offer, and that is precisely what Andy planned on doing to you.

#dark fic #dark andy barber #dark andy barber x reader #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber smut #dark!andy barber #minors go away

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gotnofucks · 3 years

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A Man’s World

Pairing: soft!dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: To advance in a man’s world, you must allow one to own you. He promises you success, as long as you give yourself to him.

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: Dub-con (at the beginning), smut, language, implied age gap, poor knowledge of law and legal system, 18+ ONLY

A/N: This is my late entry to Berry’s Sugary 4k Challenge (everyone go and send some love to @donutloverxo for being so awesome. I am also dedicating this fic to Lexi ( @bluemusickid ) who’s had a difficult few weeks recently. I hope you feel better my love.

Sweat was building under your top hat, the urge to itch making you frustrated with the delay. The officer before you was young, probably your age and fumbled with the papers you had handed to him. You tried to relax, almost as nervous as the man in front of you and tried to console yourself with the fact that he was far too jittery to look at you long.

No one will find out, you’re safe.

“Sir?”

You chewed your chip, feet tapping irregularly on the ground in agitation.

“Sir?” The officer said again, peering at you worriedly. You quickly pulled down the rim of your hat, still not used to being called ‘sir’.

“Uh, yeah. Yes.” You said, clearing your throat and trying for a deeper voice. The officer handed you your papers back, all signed and stamped. “Thank you.”

He nodded slightly and motioned for you to wait while your client was brought out. This was the first time you’d been out in the open alone, the fear of discovery clashing with the freedom that ran in your veins.

“Did you bail me out?” A rough voice asked. You looked up at Mr. Lane, a huge mountain of a man who towered over you. You nodded and offered him your hand to shake, wincing as his rough palms scratched against your soft ones. He looked doubtfully at you and you could understand why. You barely looked like a person who belonged in the police station, no matter as a man or woman.

“I am Mr. Barber’s assistant. He was busy with a hearing and sent me to bail you out. If you’d follow me to his office, he’d like a word before we proceed to your trial next week.” You explained, a little more confident. You knew the work, you knew the ways. You only needed to sell your lies to make your truth valid.

Mr. Lane nodded, following and entering the coach outside the station after you. He sat across from you, eyes narrowing as he ran over your soft features, the clip clop of the horses the only sound within.

“You old enough to be an assistant, boy?” Mr. Lane asked, and you scowled. Oh, how you’d like to tell him you were old enough and good enough to be not just an assistant but also a lawyer. You could be the one representing him in court and making him a free man. You should be that one. But, alas, this world doesn’t see women doing much rather than peeling potatoes and popping out a child every second year.

“I am.” You replied in a gruff tone that made it clear you weren’t about to entertain more questions. Your companion nodded, looking out the window and into the streets where peddlers screamed about discounted watches and handkerchiefs and buttons. Not many people had cushioned coaches like this, but Mr. Barber insisted one for your travels.

The journey to the office was quick and silent and you gestured Mr. Lane to follow you up to the top floor where your boss sat in his office. Some people nodded at you, now getting used to seeing you here though they didn’t stop to talk. You had never spoken much to anyone here outside of the receptionist who was deaf in one ear and considered every man under the age of 40 was a boy.

“Wait here, I’ll let you in in a moment.” You said and had Mr. Lane take a seat on the benches outside. Then, you knocked softly and entered, shutting the door after you. Andy was sat behind his desk, frowning at some paper, and beckoned you closer without looking up from them. You walked over to him, licking you lips softly.

“Sit.” He said, taking your hand and pulling you into his lap. You positioned yourself on his thigh, squirming a little. He scribbled something in the corner of his paper before pushing it away with a sigh, turning his face to you. His eyes, bluer than the ocean at the docks, glittered at you and a small smile curled on his lips. With a practiced move, he removed your top hat and released the band that held your long locks tied together at the top.

Running his fingers through your hair, he leaned closer to press a kiss on your lips. You instinctively kissed back, holding onto his shoulder and moulding your lips to fit his.

“How did it go?” He asked, caressing your cheek softly. You fingered his collar, not looking in his eyes.

“I was worried someone will see through me.” You softly murmured. “There were so many men out there.”

Andy chuckled, pressing another kiss on your lips as his hand sneaked around your waist to bring you closer.

“There are always going to be men around. But you must remember you’re better than them. Better than any other son of a dick out there pretending he is the boss.”

You looked at him at that, taking in his beautiful face that had you smiling and crying in equal parts. You could tell exactly how that well-groomed beard felt between your legs, how those lips could make you utter the filthiest of sounds and curses and how those large hands touched you in the dark of the night.

“Better than even you?” You tentatively asked and Andy smiled, taking your hand and bringing it to his mouth.

“You’ve always been better than me.” He said. You blinked and looked away, his gaze far too intimate to hold. Try as you might, you could not figure this man out. Months you’d spent with him, living, and working and being his any way he asked, and yet he was as much a mystery as he’d been the first time you met.

“Uh, Mr. Lane is waiting outside. Should I call him in?” You asked and he nodded, squeezing your side before releasing you. You put your hair up again and wore your hat, hiding your face under its shadows and calling the client in.

When a girl turns a certain age, she is expected to find the most eligible bachelor and flutter her eyelashes in a bid to secure a match. Your mother threw grand balls for your sisters and was planning an even grander one for your introduction to the society. But you had had enough of dancing with lecherous bastards with as wandering hands as their eyes. You couldn’t stomach the thought of being bound to one of them, so you took your chance and ran.

Leaving behind your quaint town, you entered the bustling city with an assortment of clothes and a heart full of hope. It took you a week to understand that this was no place for you, no place for a lady who dreamt of being her own person. No one wished to employ you, a young girl who had no business demanding pay and rights.

However, in this bustling city of strangers, you found a man who wished to own you. Andy Barber told you in no uncertain terms that he would not hire you as long as you dressed like a woman, but he also promised that he could train you to be better than any other man. Provided, you give yourself to him. You weren’t naïve enough to pretend to not know what he was asking for, but you were desperate enough to say yes. This was better than a marriage anyway. There too, a man would have parched his thirst over your naked chest, but at least here you could learn and get paid for it without being bound to him.

Andy was not unkind. As a mentor, he was strict and meticulous. He worked you hard, taught you well, gave bitter feedback but praised you just the same. As a lover, he was exacting, exploring your chaste body with touches rough and soft, demanding response and reverence. The first night you laid with him, he spent hours worshiping you. His lips, lined by his bushy mustache, traced your face and neck, roving over each contour of your body until his mouth had tasted all.

The modesty you had guarded forever was bare to his gaze, but he didn’t lust like a man who cornered women in dark alleys. He had knelt before your open legs like men of cloth did at the lord’s altar, kissing the dewy folds of your sex with so much passion and delicacy that you had indeed felt like a goddess. Never had you imagined a man to put his mouth there, not when your mother had told you it was unclean. Andy, on the other hand, tasted it like he tasted absolution in your nectar.

He taught you more than simply law. The pleasures of flesh, of learning to please yourself and your companion were lessons that took place in the dark of night. He whispered things that Satan preached in your ear, seducing you into sin that you soon came to crave.

“Touch yourself”, a command he gave often. Nothing pleased him more than seeing you bring yourself to completion with your eyes trained on him, thoughts full only of him and how his body rocked yours.

You had done a great many things with him, things that had you flustered for days on end whenever your thoughts would turn to him, but what you were doing now was nothing short of scandal. It was blasphemous, something that would ruin you way more than if people found you falsely parading as a man in the city.

“Andy!” You hissed, pushing against him to no avail. He had dragged you into the men’s room inside the courthouse, cornering you against the wall and pressing his body flush to yours. He was wearing his best clothes today, about to represent an important man in a case that had made the front page for two weeks straight. Time together had been more work than pleasure, and it seemed Andy had reached his breaking point right before the trial started.

He started working on the buttons of your waistcoat, a frenzy in his eyes. “I need to take you now. This might as well be the most important case of my career, and I’ll begin it by being inside you, and end it just the same!”

You moaned, letting your hands roam his body as he finally undid your waistcoat and shirt, frantically ripping away at the bandages that bound your breasts. As he took one of your hardened nipples in his mouth, you palmed his pulsing hardness from over his pants, shivering at the thought of feeling it inside you again.

He scared you like this, for someone could walk in and see the illustrated Andrew Barber making a beast with two backs in the male room with someone who greatly resembled a man. He will be ruined. You would be ruined. And as of now, the very thought of that caused wetness to pool in your underpants.

“Get on your knees and taste me.” He urged, pulling out his cock and pumping it. “As you sit beside me today, I want you to have my taste in your mouth. One day, I’ll sit beside you too.”

You were a gently bred lady of impeccable reputation, but you sunk to your knees with the practiced move of a street woman to take him eagerly in your mouth. Oh, if your proper mother could see you, sucking a man like a whore in the damp men’s room, her teachings of propriety and modesty all but forgotten. But nothing made you feel more than a woman that receiving Andy like this. His desire, his need for you burned in his eyes and you lapped on those flames to quench the thirst in your heart.

His hand moved behind your head, easing you into taking him deeper. “Look at me” He whispered, and your eyes met his, shining with unshed tears. He did this to you, reduced you to who you loathed to be and yet loved. Swirling your tongue over his soft skin, you bobbed over his length, the squelching sounds filling the small room.

Just like always, you tasted his power and his yearning. The milky drops of precum coated your tongue, your nose taking in the smell of his musk as he groaned above you. He reduced you, but then why did you feel raised?

“Touch yourself, let me taste you too.” He ordered, and you complied. Your hand slipped inside your pants, finding your moist core. Generously lubing your fingers in your slick, you rose on shaky knees and presented your wet fingers to Andy who sucked them eagerly in his mouth. Warm, wet, his tongue took in your taste with relish.

You couldn’t stop but stare into his blue eyes, eyes that should have haunted your nightmares, but you only saw them in sweet dreams. “Kiss me” You begged, and he did. He kissed you like a man starved, like a man who could suck out your soul and draw it in himself. He kissed you like dew kissed the morning grass, like the colours of rainbow that scattered in the sky to paint it pretty.

“Tell me where you want me, how you want me.” He said, surrendering control. You stilled, hands resting on his chest. How were you to lead him when he was infinitely more experienced about the art of making love?

“I – I want you inside me.” You softly said, eyes fluttering as you shy looked away. Why was saying what you do so many times so difficult.

“Inside where?” Andy asked, tilting your chin up again. You gulped, your face and chest flushed.

“In my – in my” You stuttered, fearing to speak the word he spoke often. “In my pussy.”

You would have thought he would ravish you as soon as you said the words, instead he brought you closer and nudged your nose with his. His breath came out in erratic spurts, his need evident in his gaze. “You will put me inside you, however you want. It’s time I let you take some lead.”

Holding his gaze, you pumped his length gently before turning around and presenting him your ass. You struggled to position him, trying to place his tip at your opening. He didn’t move an inch to help you, only chuckling slightly when you huffed in frustration. Finally, you felt him at your slit, and you slid him between your folds carefully, trying to coat him in your wetness like you’d seen him do.

“What if someone walks in?” You asked, hesitating for just one moment.

“They’ll have to wait while we finish. You’re not walking out of here unsullied, so how about we hurry up?”

You pushed back into him, taking him inside your pulsing sleeve with ease. The stretch of his cock had always felt good, a pain that had a lasting effect and reminded you of him. As you moved back and forth, urging him to meet you halfway, you wondered why the self loathing never came. Andy had a way of making you feel like a queen when others may suspect you of nothing more than a whore.

“Andy” You brokenly said as he thrust inside you faster, “I want more. Please.”

He gave you more. He took over, holding onto your waist and sliding home inside you in deep, powerful strokes. You whined under his assault, jerking when his fingers found your nub and mashed it. Praises, curses, words of love and lust that had the power to destroy hearts and armies flowed freely from his mouth, as if the only thing tethering him to this earth was your body.

Your hands went to play with your breasts, a strangled moan caught in your chest. Suddenly, even when he moved inside you with such passion, you craved more intimacy than his cock could offer. You tilted your head to the side, offering him your mouth that he took in a sensual kiss. You were so close that you couldn’t decide what limb was yours and which was his anymore. In the age old dance of sensual love, you became one.

“What do you want?” He asked, and your eyes met his. He asked you this every time, and you had always answered the same thing. But today, this felt different. You were in the courthouse, a lawyer’s battleground and also the place of worship. He was more than your mentor and boss, he was also the man who you had grown to care for so deeply it could only be called one feeling.

“Inside me. I want you to finish inside me today.” You answered and his hands clutched you tighter. You’d never allowed that before, never allowed him to call you his so completely. But you felt compelled by his heat today, by the desperation he never bothered hiding from you. Once, this may have felt like a chore. Today, it was your blessing. “Andy, make me yours.”

He groaned, pumping in you with abandon and bringing you over the edge with his fingers that were running circles around your clit. You moaned loud, blubbering in pleasure that spilled from you, uncaring if someone were to walk in. His thrusts were getting irregular, hips jerking until you felt him twitch and release inside you in hot spurts. Warmth bloomed in your core, your essence mixing with his.

He hugged your sweaty body to his, the wool of his coat scratchy against your flesh. “You were mine, even before. Now, more so than ever. And one day, when you’re ready, I’ll claim you in front of the world as fully as my heart has done in private.”

You felt him run his thumb over your ring finger and licked your lips. He wasn’t asking, and you weren’t answering. But one day, maybe you will. Until then, you were happy to be his beautiful secret, posing as his assistant and learning from him.

“Don’t,” He whispered hotly in your ear, turning you around swiftly. “Don’t think too much. We’ve got a case to win.”

He helped you dress again, buttoning your shirt and waistcoat with nimble fingers. He was getting back to being your boss, and you couldn’t have been prouder of him at this moment. One day it will be you in his spot, you knew it.

“Just one question.” You said, fixing his tie and smoothening the wrinkles on his clothes. He raised an eyebrow at you, softly smiling at the mischievous look in his eyes. “What will happen once I am a lawyer too?”

Andy chuckled, pressing the softest of kisses on your lips. “Whoever wins more cases gets to be on top of course.”

You exited the men’s room with him, head high as any other man’s. As you entered the courtroom, you licked your lips and smiled as you tasted him on your tongue.

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thebookofyouandi · 3 years

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Oh, the sounds you make

Pairing- Andy Barber x reader

TRIGGER WARNINGS- Rape!, Forced sex, Poorly written smut (unprotected sex, violence), non-con, , violence, Minors DNI, angst (hurt reader), abuse, swearing

Summary- You come to Andy looking for help, only to be betrayed by his desires.

You shivered uncontrollably, pulling your thin shirt sleeves into your hands in a feeble attempt to keep yourself warm. Your breath was condensing in front of you, the rain pouring down torrentially on the dark and completely empty streets.

“Just a few more miles”, you promised yourself. “Just a few more”.

Your car had shut down in the middle of nowhere, and on top of that, the rain and the lack of your phone signal made things infinitely worse. Your chest hurt with the cold, your eyes blinking constantly to keep out the rain. You needed to reach Andy’s house- it was your last resort.

Your fingers were so numb that you had to attempt thrice before you could ring the doorbell. Andy opened the door a few moments later, his eyes widening as he took in your state of mess.

“Y/n! What happened!?” He quickly pulled you into his living room.

“M-m-my car-” You began to speak, then gave up, your teeth chattering like a jackhammer.

“Shit, you’re soaked! Wait, let me get you a towel.” Andy rushed into the kitchen, leaving you there standing, soaking his carpet.

It took you an entire thirty seconds to pass out on the floor with a thud.

“Y/n? Are you o-” Andy saw you on the floor and gritted his teeth, rushing to your side, picking you up in his arms and carrying you to his bedroom upstairs. He decided to remove all your wet clothes or you’d be down with hypothermia in no time.

In all the times Andy had dreamed of seeing you naked, he had never imagined it would be like this. You were his best friend, but you had never seen him as anything more than that. He had wondered what you would look like under those too many layers of clothes, and he had gone to sleep on multiple occasions fantasizing about your curves and how they would fit in his large hands.

And here you were, lying unconscious on his bed, skin turning blue due to the cold. Andy peeled off your thin white shirt and yellow skirt, and when he pulled off your bra and panties off, his hard dick almost forgot what he was supposed to do with you- take care of you.

“Come on, baby. Let’s get you warm.” He murmured to you as he pulled you close to his shirtless body. He wanted to fuck you so bad, especially with your soft pump lips just begging to be kissed till they were bruised, but what could he do? There were boundaries he needed to respect, after all.

He was rubbing your back in circular motions when you moaned softly, pressing your cheek to his chest. Andy froze.

“Hey, hey baby, you awake yet?” He whispered, stroking your other cheek. You moaned again, and he groaned. That sound you had made was enough to send his head spinning. He had sworn he couldn’t get any harder when he had seen you naked a few moments before, and yet, all he could remember now was that he wanted to fuck you till you couldn’t make a sound no more.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. “You can’t fuck her Andy-she’s your-”

You let out another moan and shuffled so your hand rested almost on top of his rock hard dick.

Andy gave up on all self-control he had ever had. His eyes darkened with a hunger that would have terrified you had you been awake right now. He pushed your body off him gently, and leaned over you, his mouth pressed in a grim line. You were going to be his tonight, and no one could stop him.

He wished he had had the patience to prepare you for him, but he was too far gone to care for anything apart from the soft, innocent, unconscious woman lying beneath him. He took off his sweats and palmed his dick before pushing your legs apart. He groaned again, then lined himself up at your entrance, rubbing his dick leaking with precum through your folds a few times.

He entered you in one swift motion, letting out a loud noise of satisfaction as he did.

Andy started off slowly, your cunt so tight it gripped him like a vice. But soon, he was ramming into your body like there was no tomorrow.

“Shit-fuck-fuck-fuc-shit you’re so tight angel! I never imagined you’d be this good! You are all mine, you were just made for me-fuck!” He rambled on, your helpless body making him even harder.

And beneath him, you let out a loud whimper of pain, your eyes finally fluttering open. Andy watched you stare up at him in utter confusion as you tried to make sense of what was happening, before realization hit you like a truck and you started to push on his chest with all your might, shaking your head frantically, your eyes wide with fear.

“No. no, no-Andy, stop!” You screamed. “You can’t do this! You can’t-STOP, I said!”

Andy kept rutting into you passionately, each hit jolting your body with pain deep in your cervix. He looked at you with hooded eyes, his mouth open, breathing harshly as he made love to your body. He grabbed your hands in one of his own and held them up above your head as he leaned in and captured your lips in a bruising kiss, not letting you go till you were almost out of air.

Tears fell down the sides of your face as he looked at you darkly, one hand roughly palming your left breast as he spoke in your ear.

“I have waited long enough for you, baby. You have no idea how hard I tried to play nice today, how hard I tried not to take you like I should have all those years before. But then you go and make those pornographic sounds like you did, and you expect me to still have even an ounce of control left?”

You were sobbing so hard by now that you choked on your own tears. You hadn’t stopped struggling under him, tired as you were. But what effect could you possibly have on a man as large and as strong as Andy?

He bent down to take one nipple in his mouth, and then he bit down, hard.

You screamed in pain. “Pl-please Andy- you are my friend- I trusted you- please-st-stop-Ah!” You choked on another groan as he pumped deep inside you, your back arching off the bed.

Andy’s hand found his way to your clit, rubbing it roughly as he bit your collarbone gently, before soothing the skin with his tongue. His lips curled thinly into a sneer, and he leaned in to kiss you hard again.

“I am sorry angel, but those huge eyes filled with tears and that perfect little mouth of yours are doing little to stop me now. You- belong-to-me”, he punctuated each word with a thrust deep enough to make your toes curl with pleasure mixed with pain.

Your screams were swallowed up by his mouth as he came inside you, followed by you soon after. Your eyes rolled back and your vision blurred as you came down from your high, panting hard to catch your breath.

Andy finally let go of your wrists, kissing both of them in turns as he pulled out of you gently. He lay back down on the bed and pulled you on top of him, your limbs too weak to push off him, or even try. He pressed a kiss to your temple, then your nose, then finally your lips. He chuckled at the sight of your beautiful face, wide tearful eyes staring up at him as you continued to cry softly.

“Well, at least we got you warm, angel.”

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idy-ll-ique · 3 years

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All Mine.

Pairing: Andy Barber x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Smut

Warnings: age gap, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, squirting (damn)

Requested: nope

Summary: Andy Barber has been through a lot. After getting a divorce from his ex-wife, he moves into the house next to the Y/L/Ns. And he has his eyes on Y/N since day one. Little does he know, Y/N likes him too and things get interesting one night.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! Before you ask, no, I haven't watched Defending Jacob yet because I do not have the attention span to watch an entire series. So yeah, this has no spoilers. Also, I'm asexual so don't @ me for the smut please and thank you. Enjoy!

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"Good morning, Mr Barber!"

He looked up from his phone and saw his neighbor smiling at him. He grinned back at her, his mood immediately lightening. "Hi, Y/N! How many times have I told you, call me Andy," he chided gently, keeping his phone away. "Okay, okay, just feels a little weird, ya know? Anyway, what are you doing here? You almost never take the bus," Y/N chuckled.

He flashed her another grin, his boyish side automatically coming out. It always happened when she was near. Y/N Y/L/N was Andy Barber's cute neighbor, but the only thing is, she was way, way younger than he was, her parents were just a couple of years older than him. Despite the huge age-gap, Y/N had won his heart. And he didn't mind in the slightest.

"My car broke down yesterday, it's at the auto repair shop. I got no other vehicle," he shrugged. Y/N nodded just as she saw her bus approaching. "Are you getting on this one?" she asked him and he squinted. "Nah, not this one. Are you?" She verbally confirmed a yes and turned to look at him fully. "I'll see you later, Mr Barber, bye!" With that, she waved at him and stepped into the bus.

"Andy!" he mouthed when she sat near the window seat, giggling. "Andy," she repeated, winking at him just as the bus turned around the corner. A laugh involuntarily escaped his lips as he ran a hand through his hair. Oh, what am I gonna do with you, angel? Inside the bus, Y/N had to keep herself from fidgeting, too overstimulated after her conversation with the handsome lawyer.

She had had a crush on him ever since he had moved in next-door. Her parents had immediately invited the lone man to dinner and he had, thankfully, accepted. They had a lot of fun; Andy was a proper gentleman, well-spoken, intelligent and extremely handsome. Y/N got a crush on him on the first day itself. She knew about the things his family had been through, and the thought crushed her.

Can't even imagine, your own child, guilty of murder?

Andy and his ex-wife, Laurie had divorced immediately after their son's trial. It was all months ago, though, Andy was doing much better now. He had Y/N, after all. In his thoughts only, but that would suffice. Because he knew, she'd never fall for him. Why would she? He was much older than her, a divorced man, with a son who got convicted for murder.

But Y/N didn't care about any of those things. She liked the Andy who was her awesome, good looking and smart neighbor. That's all that mattered to her. But then came another problem, Y/N's parents. Would they be okay with her going out with him? Of course not! Y/N sighed and leaned her head against the window of the bus; oh God, what ever was she gonna do?

Andy had ruined all men for her.

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"Come in!"

Looking up, a surprised gasp left the mouths of both; the person inside the office and the person at the door. "Y/N?" Andy blurted out. "Mr Barber?" Y/N blinked as well. "Andy," he corrected incessantly and she waved her arm in dismissal. "Wow, I, uh… I didn't realize— you don't have a name plate outside—" He motioned to the chair in front of him and she sat.

"What happened, darling?"

Y/N unconsciously shivered at the nickname. She loved it when he called her that. "I don't know, my colleague sent me here, she was busy… gave me the address and said there was a file she needed…" Y/N spoke unsurely. Her eyes quickly skimmed over his figure; he had taken off the trenchcoat he was wearing in the morning, leaving him in a tight, white shirt, black trousers and a tie hanging loosely around his neck.

The top three buttons of his shirt were undone, the sleeves rolled to his elbows. Y/N concluded that he looked insanely gorgeous. "Does your colleague happen to be Mrs Renoir? She told me she was coming to get the file." She smiled and nodded at him. "Yes, Mrs Renoir, that's her." Andy smiled back and took out a file from his drawer. "Here you go."

She accepted the file, stowing it away in her bag. "I'll see you!" She moved to get up but Andy tutted, checking his watch. "Why don't you stay, Y/N? It's getting late, we can go home together," he spoke, his eyes soft as he gazed at her. She froze for a moment. "Um, it's fine, I can—" He was shaking his head. "Y/N, if something happens to you, I'll not be able to forgive myself."

What's going on? "Mr Barber—" "Andy." "What do you mean?" He got up from his chair and moved to the couch that was in the room. She sat next to him. "You never stay out this late, Y/N, your parents told me you're usually at home by 8:30. It's almost midnight, and I can't let you venture into the city all alone at this hour. Do you know the dangers that lurk at night?"

Y/N's heart started thudding in her chest. Indeed, this was new to her; and before even meeting with him, she had been scared of roaming the city alone at night. "I don't," she muttered truthfully, looking up when Andy placed his hand on her thigh. "It's okay. You can stay, I just need to go over a few more things and then we can go home, hm?" Y/N grinned and nodded.

Andy lifted his hand off her thigh and went back to his desk. He began scribbling something on a paper, which Y/N realized was a form. After admiring him for a few minutes, she took out her phone and scrolled through her messages. She had already texted her mom about staying out late, and her mother had complained until Y/N told her she was out for business, not fun.

As time passed, Y/N's shoulders sagged. Her eyes drooped, heavy with sleep. "Andy," she whined in a sleepy stupor and his head shot up, "Are you done? I wanna go home!" His dark eyes softened instantly and he chuckled. She looked cute when she was sleepy. "Just a moment, darling, I'm almost finished." Y/N simply groaned and threw her head back against the couch.

"All done."

Y/N opened her eyes and saw Andy fixing his appearance, before shrugging on the coat. Then he turned to her, offering her his hand with a smile. She took it and heaved herself up, stumbling a little but Andy was there to hold her up. Effortlessly wrapping an arm around her waist, he guided her out of his office, switching off the lights and locking the door.

Both of them walked out of the building and Andy got Y/N seated in the passenger seat of his car. "I thought your car was at the auto repair shop?" Y/N remembered. She felt his chuckle next to her ear as he reached over and fastened her seatbelt and then his own. "Went to get it in the afternoon because I realized buses aren't for me." She giggled and leaned back against the seat.

"Why don't you try and fall asleep? I'll wake you up," he whispered, his heart swelling in his chest when she nodded meekly. "Goodnight, Mr Barber." He still corrected her, "Andy." Truth be told, Y/N didn't want to call him Andy because that would only make her feelings worse. If she called him Mr Barber… that was a constant reminder that he was a man much older, a successful lawyer, and just her neighbor.

Nothing else.

"Such a sweet doll." Ever since he heard her whining his name in his office, his mind had clouded over with lust. She sounded so fucking beautiful when she said his name. And suddenly, all he wanted to do was to claim her on his couch. He had controlled himself easily, he knew he had to wait till he had her consent. Which he thought he'd probably never get.

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"Thank you so much, Andy!"

"Oh, it's not a problem at all, Mrs Y/L/N. Y/N is great company and I admit, the house does get a little lonely at times," Andy chuckled as Y/N's mother beamed at him. Y/N was looking down at her feet, clutching the handles of her travel bags. She was going to move in with Andy for a few weeks, since her room was getting renovated. There was no other place in the house.

When Andy heard that, he had instantly offered that she move in with him for the time-being. And Y/N's parents were, surprisingly, ecstatic at the idea. "She can move into the guest bedroom," he had spoken at the time. That's how she ended up here; now following Andy into his house as she yelled her goodbyes to her parents. "Welcome! It isn't much, I hope you like it still."

Y/N looked around in awe. The place was well-kept, the colour theme for almost everything was either beige or brown. It all looked very modern and cool. "Are you kidding? This is awesome!" He chuckled at her enthusiasm. "Let me show you to your room." Both of them walked up the stairs and stopped at the first door. Andy opened the door and another gasp left her lips.

"Wow," she whispered automatically and Andy smiled to himself. "I take it that you like it," he drawled, closing the door behind them as they walked into the room. Y/N kept her luggage on the bed and sat down, swinging her legs. "Thanks for all this, Mr Barber, it's appreciated." He scoffed. "Andy," he rectified, "And it was not a problem at all, Y/N, you're my friend."

A chill ran down her spine. His friend? He considered her to be a friend? "A friend, huh, I'm… I'm honored," she chuckled and he grinned. "I'll leave you be now, get comfortable." He waved at her and left the room, going downstairs to get a glass of water for himself. Y/N spent the rest of the day at her place, only returning at nighttime after dinner.

That's how it went for a week. She'd be at her job most days, would have dinner with her parents at night and then would finally walk into Andy's house to get some sleep. She liked the routine, and so did he. When she wasn't at her job, she'd spend the day in the living room of her own, or rather, her parents' house. Only, something changed a week later.

Andy was running late that day. As he drove home, at nearly 1:30 am, he was sure that he was going to be greeted by a quiet and empty house, Y/N already asleep in her room. She always fell asleep before 11:30, he didn't know how she did it. After parking his car in his garage, he walked into the sitting room only to see Y/N sitting in front of the television. She looked up and swtiched it off when he walked in.

"Mr Barber, hi." Her voice was hoarse. "Y/N? Darling, is everything okay?" he asked worriedly, sitting next to her. The dried tear stains on her cheeks made it clear that she had been crying. "I'm fine," she insisted, in vain. Andy gently cupped her cheeks, running his fingers over the stains. "You've been crying, honey, tell me what happened. I'll make it better," he whispered and Y/N melted against him.

"Um, can I… can I please… can I hug you?"

Without another word, Andy pulled her to him, her head resting on his chest as his arms wrapped around her middle. She snuggled into his side. "I just had a bad dream," she mumbled, burying her face in his chest. His arm rose and he delicately cradled her head, massaging her hair with his fingers. Y/N whimpered at the soothing sensation and Andy's heart raced.

"I'm here now, sweetheart, you have nothing to be worried about. I'll protect you, come what may," he uttered softly, almost in a daze. Something inside Y/N stirred deeply when he said those words. She pulled away slightly and he looked down at her, a questioning look on his face. Y/N blushed under his intense stare. "I, um… can I… kiss you?" Her question made Andy's heart beat faster.

Consent? Check.

Gently grabbing her jaw, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her into his lap. Y/N kissed back just as fervently, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that?" Andy asked huskily upon pulling away. "How long?" Y/N squeaked. "Ever since I first saw you. You won my heart right there, Y/N, right at that dinner. The moment I saw you, I knew that you had ruined all women for me."

"Same. I mean, I— not women, obviously, I'm not attracted to other women— men, but—" Andy chuckled and kissed her again, cutting off her rambling. "God, I need to feel you, love, why don't we go upstairs?" It turned out to be a rhetorical question as he immediately stood up, easily carrying Y/N up the stairs. Y/N wrapped her legs around his torso.

He placed her down on his bed, in his bedroom and settled between her legs, hungrily kissing down her body. He used his tongue to stimulate her first, pulling orgasm after orgasm after her. She had never had these many orgasms in one night and that wasn't lost on Andy. "No one has ever made you feel this good, right, darling? Only I can do it this good." Y/N whined loudly when his tongue circled her bud.

"Bet those nasty boys your age have never made you feel this way. Worshipped. You're mine, Y/N, only mine. Say it." Y/N was too overwhelmed to respond, only a pathetic "yours" leaving her lips as she came again. For the… third? No, fourth time? She definitely lost count. "You're so fucking gorgeous," Andy moaned as he emerged from between her thighs, his jaw and chin covered in her juices.

He had eaten her out so well, like her a hungry man offered a meal after a long starvation. Like she was his last meal. Y/N blushed at the sight of him, covering her face with her hands. Andy easily shoved the hands aside, leaning in to kiss her. "All mine. Beautiful. Mine, only mine," he grunted possessively and Y/N gasped when she felt something poking her thigh. She looked down and saw him. He was giant.

"It's too big," she blurted out and Andy chuckled, giving her a soft kiss on the forehead. "You'll be okay." Grabbing the base of his shaft, he slowly pushed inside of her, giving her time to adjust to his size. Y/N winced at the burn on her hips but when he bottomed out inside her, all the pain was replaced by pleasure. "Fuck, so fucking tight," Andy helplessly groaned, leaning forward and resting his forehead against her shoulder.

"Please, please move." Andy complied, thrusting into her at a slow pace at first but when he was certain she was able to handle it, he sped up. Y/N moaned right into his ear as he nibbled on her neck, leaving behind dark, red marks. Now everyone will know she's taken. The moan fueled his libido and he sped up more, growling deep in his chest.

Y/N's eyes flew open at the animalistic sound and she gripped his shoulders, trying to steady herself as she moved like a rag doll against him and his powerful thrusts. "Scream my name, darling, tell everyone who's making you feel so good. Tell everyone you belong to me and me only. You're mine, all mine. I'm never letting you go," he snarled as he neared his release. "Andy," Y/N screamed shamelessly.

"That's it, doll. Months, for months I've tried to get you to say my name. Is that why you've been avoiding it? Can't help but imagine being under me and moaning my name every time you heard it?" he groaned brusquely and Y/N jerked, her orgasm hitting her unexpectedly. "Yes," she whimpered at his previous comment but Andy couldn't speak. Holy shit, she just squirted all over my bed.

His taut abdomen, his shaft, his thighs and his bed were all drenched. Y/N was lying on the bed, her eyes closed, convulsing as she reeled in from the first-time experience. "Shit, baby, do you see this? You just squirted all over me," Andy laughed breathlessly, leaning over to press his lips to hers. Y/N cocked an eye open as a blush spread across her cheeks.

"I what?! Oh my God, I'm so sorry—"

Andy entered her core with one swift motion, shutting her up. "That was fucking hot, doll, do it again," he urged and resumed his fast pace. Y/N cried out tiredly, her eyes landing on the clock in the corner of the room. It's been an hour?! How much energy does this man have? "Andy, I'm—" He was already close to his release and when she took his name, he was done. He pulled out of her and spilled his seed all over her chest and face, groaning loudly.

Then he spit on his fingers and brought them to her bud, furiously rubbing until she squirted again, right on his face. "Oh my God," Andy groaned, licking up and swallowing all her juices. "Andy, I'm tired…" She couldn't even lift a finger, that's how spent she was.

Andy was a sight. All wet, from top to bottom, covered in her juices, he looked like he had just stepped out of a swimming pool. "Okay, baby girl, get some sleep. I'll take care of you." And he did, he gently cleaned her up as she dozed off, and carried her to her room. He then hopped into the shower for a quick wash, dried himself up, put on some boxers and went to Y/N's room as well.

The bed in his room was… well, let's just say it was done for. He was going to be throwing the mattress out the next day, he knew that. When he walked into her room, his heart melted at the sight of her deep asleep, still naked, curled up on her side. He shut the door behind him and walked towards the bed, easily sliding in next to her. He pulled the covers on top of them and pulled Y/N into his arms, dropping a kiss to her shoulder.

"I love you, angel. So sweet, only mine."

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ozarkthedog · 3 years

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Hidden Solace

Summary: Andy finds comfort in the most unsuspecting place.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Sex Worker!Reader

Word Count: 1,929

Warnings: SMUT. Oral Sex (Male Receiving). Glory Hole Virgin. Swearing. Slight Angst?. It’s up to you to decide if he is with Laurie or not while you read this.

Author Notes: This fic is full of smut and feelings! I hope you all love this little fic as much as I loved writing it. 💙 *Credit goes to gif owner.

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Andy’s palms were sweaty as he sat in his Audi psyching himself up.

He stared out the wind shield taking in the shady looking building with its neon sign blaring into the dark night. He was taking a chance showing up at a place like this, but he was desperate.

Andy sucked in a deep breath and pulled the trigger.

He pulled his Red Sox cap low and covered his eyes with his shades as he crossed the threshold into the XXX Store.

He heard this place was running tricks. A Glory Hole out back for paying customers who could keep their mouths shut. Andy had no problem with that.

Soft Core Pornos played on small TVs embedded into the walls with copious amounts of toys, lubes and bondage gear stocking the shelves.

Andy casually strolled down the last isle pretending to look at some magazines before sauntering over to a grimy countertop placed at the back of the building.

An older woman sat at the oversized counter engrossed in an erotic novel as Andy shifted on his feet, clearing his throat.

The woman’s eyes flicked up to Andy before she begrudgingly put her book down.

“It’ll be $50. Cash.” She said, sounding disinterested.

He ruffled through his wallet and deposited the money in her hand trying to not raise his head.

“Down the hall. Last door on the left.” She said, pointing with her thumb to the black curtain to her left.

“Have fun.” She feigned a smile and picked her book back up.

Andy passed through the curtain and walked down the hall intent with getting to his location. Various groans, creaky wood and the smell of sex filled the air as he strode by a handful of doors before arriving to his destination.

He stood in front of the door for a moment, unsure if he could actually go through with this. Maybe he could get his money back?

He heard a set of footsteps sound at the end of the hall and without thinking he grabbed the doorknob and dove into the room.

His heart pounded heavily against his chest as he leaned against the door feeling as though he almost got caught. He laughed to himself thinking how stupid he just looked to some guy who was headed to get his rocks off.

Andy peered around the tiny room as he took his hat off and stuck the brim in the back pocket of his jeans along with his sunglasses. A small bulb hung from the ceiling producing a dim yellow hue, a bench with a box of tissues and a small cut out in what looked like a wall covered in wood paneling.

He rubbed his face with dismay. How he ever talked himself into doing this…

Andy heard shuffling beyond the wall and then a faint, female voice.

“Hello?” You ponder with a quiet tone, unsure if anyone was in the opposite room.

You learned to not look through the hole. You made that mistake once and you never wanted to repeat it. Plus, the boss man didn’t want you to know who you’d be “servicing”. Something about privacy.

Andy cleared his throat nervously, his voice sounding just as timid. “Uh, yeah. Yeah. Hi.”

You smile at his apprehensiveness. It was rare that you got a Glory Hole Virgin.

“First time, huh?” Your smile coming across in your tone.

“That obvious?” Andy smirked as you let out a warm laugh.

“Yeah, but it’s ok. There’s nothing to be afraid off.” You scoot closer to the wall, the padded plastic bench you sat on crinkled under your weight.

“Why don’t you get relaxed. If you’re wearing a jacket you can hang it on the hook to the left.” You hear him shucking off his jacket in the tiny space. His movements cause the small bit of light pouring through the hole to flicker.

You motion for him to come forward when you slipped your hand through the hole, reaching out into the empty space until his hand found yours.

It caught you off guard, your hand jolting in his grip. “Shit. I’m sorry. Am I not allowed to do that?” He sounded genuinely concerned.

“It’s alright. I was just expecting a hard cock is all.” You laughed again, overcome with how sweet the man on the other side of the wall was. His larger hand encased yours until you maneuver his grip and lock hands with him.

“Oh…” He’s grateful you can’t see his face as it turns beat red. “That makes sense.”

“You’ve got soft skin.” You say, running your hands over his palm and up his wrist.

“Uh, thanks.” He responds with a dazed tone, enraptured with the way your hands feel tracing over his palm.

Andy bit his lip from the tender sensation. If your hands felt this nice on just his palm, he could only imagine how they would feel on his dick.

Blood began to pool in his cock, straining against his jeans with every trace you made from fingertip to wrist.

Boldly, you made a fist with your hand and grasped two of his fingers. Andy gasped at the lewd motion as you slowly jerked his fingers. You knew what was happening when the man went quiet.

“Are you hard?” Your lust filled voice cut through the spell Andy was under as he watched your tiny hand pull at his digits.

“Yes.” He declared, no longer ashamed of where he was.

“Good. Now, why don’t you take your cock out and let me feel all of you.”

You hear him shuffling his clothes around and a zipper sound before he speaks with unease, “Do you want me to just place it in your hands or…?”

“Yes, come here. I want to see how big you are.”

Andy stepped closer to the wall as your tiny hand wrapped around his impressive girth. You both gasp when your hand circles his rock hard length and slides down ever so slowly.

“Fuck.” Andy groaned, leaning his head back on his shoulders. Your tender touches make his blood boil.

“Does that feel good?” You ask, jerking your fist around his cock before grazing the crown with gentle caresses.

“You have no idea.”

His hips shake when you jerk his cock with a steady grip, traveling down his shaft and back up to swirl your palm around the head. Precum smears your hand prompting you to want more.

“Let me have a taste?” Your voice sounds innocent but it’s laced with a hint of yearning.

You carefully pull his cock through the cut-out in the wood paneling. His package takes up the entire hole, making him press his body against the wall when you bring his balls through to your side.

You stare at the straining appendage for a minute, overwhelmed with how thick he was. Your mouth watered and your thighs clenched together instinctively as a drop of precum leaked from the tip.

“Uh… everything ok?” Andy questions worriedly until he feels a hot swipe travel from the hairy base to the reddened tip.

His eyes slammed shut with a hearty growl when you dragged your tongue up the expanse of his girth before swirling around the head. You lick at the precum and relish it’s salty tang.

“You’ve got a magnificent cock, Sir.” You declared before stretching your mouth wide and swallowing him down.

Andy’s hips jolt forward not expecting you to take him completely in your mouth so suddenly. Your jaw stretched to accommodate his thickness as your hand fondles his sack with light caresses.

His deep, sinful moans are somewhat muffled but they hit your ears like a choir of angels.

Your bob your head on his length and jerk what you cannot fit, saliva slicking your grip as he thrusts a little in your hand. Your lips suckle at his frenulum, causing him to growl.

“God Damn. Your mouth feels amazing.”

You smile with glee around his throbbing cock, determined on getting him to fill your mouth.

Hard tugs jerk his thickness with prowess as your left hand pulls tenderly at his sack. You can’t help but vibrate his length with your joyful moans as you feel him swell over your tongue. Rarely did you get to service a cock like this.

Your core wept wantonly as you sucked on his cock. It pooled between your thighs and screamed at you to ease the tremendous ache caused by this stranger.

Andy out right whimpered when you poked at his urethra, gingerly nudging your tongue into the tiny hole.

He rested his head on the wood paneling, overcome with the intense sensations. He never had a woman use her tongue on him this way, it was devastatingly profound.

It’d been too long; he wasn’t going to last. He brought his fist up and banged on the wall with pleasant irritation.

You halted nervously, pulling off with a slurp, “Are you ok?”

“Shit- Yes. Sorry. It’s just been... it’s been a long time.” Andy sputtered. “Please, keep going.”

You heard the sadness in his voice and it tugged at your heart strings.

“A cock like this should never go a day without getting wet.” You crudely professed before taking his cock back into your mouth and sucking greedily at the bulging head, desperately needing to taste his seed

Andy felt his belly go taunt when you flicked your tongue around his cock head before swallowing him down. Your gag reflex kicked in as he met the back of your throat with a heavy punch.

He growled a low, “Fuck” as his body shook. His sack shrunk signaling his oncoming orgasm.

“Fill my mouth, Sir.” You command quickly before swallowing him down and gagging heavily around his length.

Andy’s muscles lock tight as his brain floods with endorphins. The rapture of finally hitting his peak via another person causes a full body shudder to pass through him and he cums with a strong howl.

He released his hearty load into your awaiting mouth and you eagerly swallowed it down. You slowly jerk his cock adding to the overstimulation of sucking at the tip making sure you got every last drop.

Sadly, you let his cock slip from your mouth and he pulls his dick through the hole.

You hear him panting from the powerful orgasm when he rests his body against the wall. He sluggishly stuffs his throbbing cock back in his jeans overwhelmed with the pleasure he so desperately needed.

“Um… I hope that was good for you.” Your usual meekness back in play.

Andy huffs out a laugh. “Oh, Darlin. If you only knew what you just did for me…” He trails off, not wanting to divulge too much.

You beam upon hearing how satisfied he was. Something about him made you feel different but you tried not to think about it. That wasn’t good for this line of work.

“Well, I’ll be here the same time next week… you know, if you want to stop by. Just ask for Room 6.” You hated the way you sounded, smacking your hand against your forehead. This wasn’t a restaurant.

He waited a minute before he speaking, twisting his ballcap in his hands.

“I wasn’t sure what to expect coming here… so thank you. Honestly.” His voice was full of sincerity and longing. You wished you could see his face; rules be damned.

He gathers his jacket, throws his hat on and shades his eyes before stepping out of the door with a smirk.

“I’ll see you next week.”

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wildestdreamsblog · 2 years

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Look at this idiotic fool that you made me

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: The one where Andy’s carefully laid out plans started shattering, revealing his true self.

A/N: HIIIIII. My first Andy Barber fic! I hope you enjoy! Thank you for the support, likes, reblogs, replies, for following my account! I hope your days are always as beautiful as Helen of Troy!

You were my Helen, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, End

"Hello?" you answered your phone, your other hand paused on writing. It was already way past your office hours and yet, here you were. This was the price of greatness, of trying to perfect your craft. You have always been known to study all the nooks and crannies of your stories, inspecting all the sides, trying to see if you missed something.

"Do you think Persephone ever forgave Hades?" you heard his deep and manly voice over the other line. You couldn't help but let a small chuckle escaped you. It had been weeks since you last saw him and yet here he was, throwing you interesting and quite frankly, difficult topics. You loved talking to him, loved discussing things with him.

"Is that how you greet your girlfriend?" you teased him.

"Correction, my future Mrs. Andy Barber." he said softly and you could not help but feel warm spread over your heart. You would admit that the long distance was extremely difficult, but you knew he was worth it. That this was worth it. This love was only once in a lifetime, and you were lucky you got to love him in this lifetime.

"Is that so, Attorney Barber?"

"Yes. You're mine. You’re fated to be Mrs. Barber."

You closed your laptop gently, focusing instead on talking to your man. "Hmm," you trailed off as you thought about what he asked, "I think she eventually did. But maybe it took a lot of time, lot of lifetimes to forgive him."

He was eerily silent for a moment that you had to look at your phone to see if the call was still connected. "He did that because he loved her."

"Yes, baby, he loved her. But his love was selfish. He would rather trap her, ensuring that she would always come back to him, than for her to make up her mind. That's kind of selfish, don't you think?"

"If you think about it, Hades did the hard choices for her. She didn't need to worry about what the society would think of her if she came back to Hades. He decided for her, he took the blame for her. That's love."

You furrowed your brows at what he said. Andy sometimes had a different way of looking at things, and you sometimes did not see eye to eye with him in these things.

"That's love, okay... in a sense. But she should have still been able to decide for herself. It was her life, after all. Hades stole that away from her, he made sure that she'd end up with him. How could he be sure that she really loved him if he never gave her the right to decide?"

Andy stood up from his desk, he walked closer to his office window, overlooking the gleaming city lights in the darkness of the night. He had been working his ass off, he was getting grumpy from not being able to see you for weeks. He even snapped at his employees, his patience so thin it could break from just one simple mistake. You did not know the effect you had on him. His secretary, the one who saw you back in the museum, had an idea why her boss was acting that way.

You were his secret from the world.

"I wished Persephone had an idea how much Hades loved her." He breathed on the other line, his eyes roaming over the city he ruled, so far away from you.

"Hades tricked Persephone to get her to stay with him." You laughed on the other line. You sighed, a smile playing on your lips. "You know what, Andy, sometimes I want to look inside your mind. I swear you have the most interesting mind."

If you could take a peek inside his mind, would you still love him?

Would you understand him?

"Well, Helen," he drawled lovingly on the other line, "my thoughts are all for you."

You and your boss had just finished the interview you conducted. It was late, and yet, you were satisfied with how the interview turned out. Your boss was all smile, his gray hair combed back nicely. He walked side by side with you as the two of you exchanged thoughts and key points to be written down on the article.

"So," he started, before looking at you. His eyes were smiling, lines from his old age appearing, "what's this I've been hearing that you now have a man of your own?"

You laughed. Of course you could not hide anything from your boss, he was well-versed with the office gossip. "How did you know that?"

"Well, these ears may be getting old, but I'm still sharp as ever!"

It was silent, before you decided to tell him. He was like a father to you, his guidance was what made you the respected journalist you were today. "His name is Andrew."

"Does he have a last name?" he prompted, his face looking silly as he tried to extract information from you.

"Barber. His name is Andrew Barber."

Suddenly, your boss stopped walking, his face turning confused as he looked over at you.

"Are you okay?" you asked him worriedly, walking nearer to him in case he needed assistance.

"The Andy Barber? Of Boston?"

"Yeah... do you know him?" you asked. Your boss was starting to act weird and you had no idea why.

"What were you thinking?"

You blinked. You could not understand where this was coming from. "I'm sorry?"

"Dear, you are like a daughter to me. I just want you to think this through-"

He was cut off by your phone ringing. You looked down, and so did your boss, to Andy's face flashing when he called. "Do you really know that man? Do you?"

Your boss knew you. You would never do this to you, to him, to anyone. You were not that kind of person. It was the only logical explanation. Andy Barber was hiding who he was from you.

Your boss was a kind man, a gentleman. He saw your confused form, saw how you were trying to piece things together. Even him, he did not know what was the real score between the two of you, but he needed to warn you. He wanted to.

That same night, he insisted on driving you home. You were not in the right mind to be alone. You said your goodbye to your boss, promising him a good article soon, before stepping out of his car. You waved at him as you watched him go before turning around your building entrance.

To say you were shocked was an understatement. Andy stepped out of the shadow, his face full of unrestrained anger, his big hands balled in a fist as he towered over you. You furrowed you brows at him- he didn't tell you he was coming tonight. To be fair, you weren't answering his calls.

"Andy," you breathed in as you looked at his eyes. His eyes were hardening the longer he looked at you. "What are you doing here? I didn't know you were coming tonight."

"You would know if you even bothered to answer you phone." He hissed so coldly. "I came here to surprise you, and yet I was the one surprised, baby."

Fuck, you didn't need this. You passed by him, walking stiffly up your apartment.

"Who was that?" you heard the accusation in his voice even without turning to him. "Do you know what time it is? Here I was driving to you for hours just to discover that my woman isn't home, where she should have been hours ago!"

He was following you as you go to your shared apartment, his steps heavy as he stomped his way to you, aggressively informing you of his baseless anger. It had been a long day for you- a hectic one where you had to go from meetings to meetings, setting out fires, ensuring that everyone had their pieces done by the time of the deadline. You did not need this shit from him. You were starting to get mad at the tone that he was using at you, starting to get mad at him. You knew you had the right to get mad, he disappeared for days, for weeks, and yet here he finally was, in front of you and he was insinuating something. Your eyes must have betrayed your face because he suddenly stopped.

"Andrew, if you want to ask something, go ahead and ask me." You demanded in your cold, hard voice.

Andy's eyes leveled at you, he was breathing hard from his anger, his hands on his waist. "Who was that?"

"My 58-year old boss."

"Are you cheating on me?"

Your jaw dropped, you wanted to ask him to repeat what he said, wanted what he said to be a mistake, wanted what he uttered to be something you misheard. But no, you heard clearly. Andy must have know he fucked up because he shut his eyes tightly, his form softening.

"How dare you?" you asked so softly, but you knew he heard, knew how hard those words were. Andy started walking near you, but your hand stopped him from stepping any closer. "How dare you?" you repeated. The apartment was so silent, only your angry breaths could be heard.

"I'm sorry, Helen, please-"

You walked farther away from him, going straight to your kitchen to get something to drink. You turned your back on him as you poured yourself a glass of water.

"Baby, I'm sorry. I was just tired and I needed you and you weren't here. You weren't answering your phone-"

"You want to do this now? Really? Fine. Let's talk, Andy." You drink your water before you continued, not giving him the chance to speak because you knew if he did, he would just monopolize the situation, would just make everything seem better when it wasn't. You could only sweep everything under the rug until the rug itself started to look crooked, uneven, dirty- and you felt like your situation was starting to look like that. "Where were you, Andy?"

"Baby, you know I'm in Boston, you know I'm working my ass off."

"Okay, then why did you never bring me there? We have been together for months. Months. And not once did I see where you live, where you work, what you do? I don't even know your family. You never introduced me to anyone who meant something to you. Do you know how weird that seems to me? Do you know how that made me feel?"

You breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself, waiting for him to reply, to say something. But he remained silent, his whole body taut with tension.

"And yet here you are, accusing me of something I could never do to you. Accusing me of something I would never in a million years do to anyone, much less to you! For God's sake, I would never break someone like that. If you knew me like you claimed you did? You would never think of me that way."

Andy walked closer to you, his head hung low as he approached. "I know. I'm sorry. I don't know what got into me." He gripped your arms so softly, trying to lure you in to him, trying to embrace your anger away. But you were having none of it. You pulled your arms away from him, shooting him an angry glare.

"They keep warning me about you. They all did."

He suddenly got so tensed once again, his eyes suddenly brimmed with unrestrained angst. "Who did?"

You gulped as you stepped back, putting the counter in between the two of you. "They told me not to trust you. All of them did. They all warned me about you. Andrew, what are you hiding? Who the hell are you?" you whispered, still backing away from him closer to where your purse was. You wanted to get out of here, needed to get out of here. He must have pieced together that your instinct was telling you to flight as his eyes flickered to your hands near you purse.

"Please.. just trust me, Helen. Please calm down." He pleaded, you could see the panic seeping in his eyes. He was trying to come near you but you were having none of it.

"Baby, please. For God's sake, please." his voice was starting to raise as he pleaded harder, "You know me better than anyone else. You know me. I'm your Andy. Why are you trusting them over me? Why don't you trust me?"

Andy touched your hand, trying to calm you down but you only slapped his hand away from you. You needed answers. He was looking for confrontation, but he didn't expect this from you. Didn't expect you to voice out your concerns, your questions, your mistrusts.

"You disappear for days. I only have you for a short period of time! Why?"

"Baby, please. You know I'm busy, but I always make time for you. I always gave you time. I always gave you whatever time I can." He explained so gently, but so eagerly, willing you to believe him, to trust him, to reach your hand to him- to accept him once again with no questions asked. He did not know that this would happen sooner. He could not lose you. Not now, not ever.

You whipped your head to him, your eyes starting to fill with tears from your confusion, from your anger.

"They told me to be wary of you." you started, you voice breaking as you tried to soldier through this. You wanted to know, needed to know what everyone else seemed to know but was scared to tell you. "They told me never to trust you. What are they hiding? What are you hiding from me?!" you screamed the last part. The way he look at you felt a lot like you were dealing with the infamous DA Andy Barber, not the love of your life. He was looking at you like you were a case he needed to win, to dispute all your accusations, to prove that they were all baseless and that what he presented was the truth.

"They're lying." He stated so confidently, so far from the panic he showed you mere minutes ago. "You should have never trusted them."

He suddenly pulled you in his arms, looking at your eyes so intently you had no choice but to look back at his blue, sad eyes. "I love you." He declared so strongly you would find it hard to dispute his claim. "And I know you love me. Just please, Helen, calm down." He embraced you slowly, gently, as if he was scared you were going to sprint away from him. He showed you gentleness, showed you warmth, showed you love. Because all he felt for you was love- and maybe he was selfish, he knew he was. But that didn't stop him. "There we go. We're okay, baby."

You were...wary of him after that. You had never seen this side of him before, but to be fair you dove head first in this relationship. You were an overthinker and yet, you opted to listen to your heart instead of your mind on this one. The two of you were in your apartment. You were surprised when Andy stayed. He was with you for days now. You were used to him leaving suddenly, but he looked like he was going to stay, he looked like he wouldn't- couldn't leave you.

He looked like he didn't trust that you wouldn't disappear.

You looked up from your laptop and saw him watching you as he talked to someone on his phone. You noticed he tended to do that lately, watched you so closely. He had been working here with you for days now. After that night, he didn't leave, he stayed. He held you in his arms as your mind ran so fast with the possibilities of what it was that you didn't know. His arms stayed around you the whole night, as if he was scared he would wake up and find you not there.

You couldn't help but recall that he didn't tell you anything, that the only did say was to trust him, that he loved you, that you knew him better than anyone else.

Andy was suddenly in front of you, his clothes was so casual, so... domestic as he kneeled in front of you before gently taking your laptop from your lap. His forearms surrounded the either side of your hips, encaging you. You couldn't escape his eyes.

"Hi," he whispered.

"Hi."

He smiled tenderly at you, running his hand over your cheek, "Let's go."

"Where?"

"To where it all started."

Where it all started was on the vast racetrack. This was where the two of you met- it seemed like a lifetime ago. Andy held your hand as the two of you walked. The sun had already set. Stars above shone so bright as the two of you walked.

"What are we doing here?" you broke the silence, your curiosity getting the best of you.

Andy took a deep breath before turning to you. With you hands still in his, "I know you have doubts about us. I know you're not sure about us. But I am." He smiled at you, his eyes screamed the love he was feeling for you. "You have my heart. You hold my heart in your hands, do it whatever you want. I just want to be beside you, I just want to be the man who gets to hold your hand, grow old with you, have a family with you. I just want to be yours."

Your eyes started filling with tears. You loved him, you did. You were just confused because people told you to be, but in your hearts of heart, you knew you loved him. You knew no one would make you as happy as he could.

He slowly kneeled down in front of you, his hand opening the velvet box you didn't notice before. He opened it, showing you the ring. It was an elegant silver ring. Its band was filled with little diamonds, and in the middle of it was an opal shaped diamond. It was twinkling as light reflected on it. You eyes found Andy. He was looking at you.

"Helen," he started, "I saw you here. And right then and there, I knew I'd do anything for you. That I'd leave everything, leave Menelaus, leave being the queen if it meant being yours. Now I understand why people do to the war for this kind of love. For you."

You were crying, your hand on your mouth as you couldn't believe he was here, on his knees, for you. You couldn't help but laughed a little when he inserted Helen of Troy, the first topic he discussed with you when you met him.

"Will you marry me?"

Of course you would. And just like a fool in love, you accepted his ring. His lips found yours. He was devouring you, like a man who could finally love. His lips felt so soft, so firm on yours. His hand was on your cheeks, holding you.

As soon as you got home, Andy pushed you against the wall, his lips sucking your neck. His hand went under your dress, going directly to your heat. His finger pressed on your lips, you were starting to wet you panty. He chuckled as soon as he discovered how wet you were for him.

His lips started kissing yours, his finger entering you without any warning. You started moaning from the pleasure he was giving you. You were a thrashing mess and he wasn’t even done.

Andy pulled your dress so hard your strapped gave up. Your breasts were bared to him as he licked his lips. He started palming your breast, teasing your nipples as he went. “Andy, please-“

You didn’t have to say more as Andy started sucking on your nipples, alternating between them. “I can’t wait for them to grow bigger with milk,” he whispered hotly on your ears.

What?

He guided you on your kitchen counter, hoisting you up. The cold counter made your nipples pebbled. He chuckled when he saw it, his fingers playing with your moist pussy lips. You watched him as he tasted his finger. Andy looked darkly at you before leaning down. He kissed your stomach before he dove in your pussy, kissing it so sweetly, and then fingering it so hard. Rubbing your clit, you could feel yourself coming from his administrations. “Best pussy. My good girl.” He whispered as he lined himself in you.

“Look at me.” He growled, “Look at your fiancé as he fucked you.”

He thrusted slowly, watching as you took him in. “Such a fucking good girl for me. Giving me everything. Look at that pussy, greedy pussy for my cock. Take it, take it. It’s yours. I’m yours. So fucking wet.”

Andy took in your nipple in his mouth as he fucked the life out of you, whispering how you were his good girl, how you were his. Whispering how no one can do this for you like he could. “Taking my cum so well. Yes, take them baby.” He moaned in your ears, “Milk me dry,” he pinched your nipple, making you shout as you felt yourself come again. He took your left hand, looking at your ring before he came, his seed shooting so deep inside you.

That was one of the happiest days of your life. You were so in love. This was true love, something you thought you would never know, never get to experience. You were in cloud nine and you couldn't wait to tell Jayson as soon as he got back from his honeymoon.

"Oh my God, good thing you're here!" your co-worker gushed as soon as you arrived. She pulled you so the two of you could walk faster. "What's wrong?" you asked her.

"Mariel asked me to go to Boston." At the mention of Boston, your ear perked up. "She was supposed to do this interview with the CEO and his wife but ugh, she caught the flu and now she couldn't go. And I can't go because look! I'm swamped with work."

You placed your bag on your table as you listened to her rant about it. "I have soooo many deadlines."

"They can't reschedule it?"

"No. They can't! He and his wife is a big thing over there and Mariel has been waiting for this for months! I would go but.... I have so many work."

You stared at her, "You want me to do the interview." It didn't take a genius to understand what she was trying to say.

She smiled at you sheepishly, slowly passing to you the folder with information on it. "Yes, please. I owe you one. Well, Mariel owes you one. And you need to be there-" she looked down at her watch before smiling at you again, grateful that you went in and saved the day, "in three hours."

The drive there was peaceful. It was sunny, the perfect weather. Nothing could have dampened your mood, not this little bump in the work. You were in cloud nine. And you were excited to surprise him. You had gotten engaged not more than a week ago, and now you were finally going to see him in Boston.

"Hey, baby! I'm calling, again. I just want to tell you I'm going to Boston today! Long story, but my boss needed someone over there. Call me as soon as you can! Love you!"

As soon as you arrived at the tall and sleek building, the secretary assisted you to the top floor. You were ushered into an office where the interview would be conducted. You sat down, preparing your recorder and your notes in front of you. You didn't have to wait long.

"Oh! You're early!" Laurie went in to shake your hand before offering you to sit down. She was the wife of the CEO of the company. You had briefly read about her on the description on the notes given to you. You observed the elegant woman in front of you. She was smiling genuinely at you, her hands primly placed on her legs, not a hair out of place. She was older than you, but she was the very definition of aging with grace. You could not help but admire her stature, her form, her achievements. You wanted to age like her years from now.

"I think my husband's going to be a little late. Maybe we could start now, what do you think?" she suggested, smiling at you, her eyes twinkling with interest.

"Yeah, of course that would be fine with me. Again, I'm so sorry for the late notice for this substitution, but my colleague caught a flu and couldn't make it." You explained again. You felt sorry for your colleague, and to be honest, a tad bit embarrassed by coming here a little unprepared seeing as you had not gone through the material. Your were just ordered to go to Boston as soon as you got in the office, your colleague sent with you the material on the way and you didn't have the time to go over them seeing as you needed to drive. Luckily, she had the series of question highlighted. This should be easy for an experienced journalist such as you.

Laurie waved her hand at you, "That's fine, dear. I'm glad you're here."

After asking her if you could record the interview and her agreeing, you slipped into your journalist attitude and started the interview.

"So, Laurie, it must have been difficult to survive and prosper in a male dominated business. Can you tell us about how you were able to succeed despite the challenges?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment, even the way she tilted her head looked so classic, so rich. "I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my husband. Before we got married, the business was suboptimal. It was when he merged his company with ours that the company was able to reach new highs. I think the secret to success is to have a partner that you can trust wholeheartedly, dear. Someone who only wants what's best for you. You know?" She looked over your head before continuing slowly. "Someone who has no secrets."

"Oh there he is! Dear, meet my husband," your mouth turned into a professional smile. You stood before slowly turning your head to the man walking inside the office.

The world stopped. You could feel your heart beat so fast you thought you would die. You felt like you did. His face froze, his whole body taut with tension. He stopped walking.

"Andrew Barber, the CEO and my husband."

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