#Andy Barber x WOC reader

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Indecent Exposure Pt. I: Bye Bye, Daddy

Summary: You get more than you bargained for when your father decides to leave you in the care of his four best friends, your fake Uncles, while he's on away on tour for the summer. Read Part Two!

Warnings: Mature Themes, Bucky Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Unwanted Touching, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Discussions of Voyeurism, Brief Mentions of Mouth Soaping, Brief Reference to Spanking and Discipline, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.

"But Daaaad.” You whine, drawing out the word as you follow your father into the kitchen. Shoulders slumped, you can’t seem to stop yourself from pouting. 

While you’d initially made peace with the prospect of being left alone for the practically the entire summer before you planned to start your freshman year at NYU, you positively balked at the idea being left in the care of a fucking babysitter. 

Four of them, actually.

“No buts, pumpkin.” Your father drops his carry-on bag next to the door, on top of his other luggage. “It’s not good for you to be stuck in this big old house all by your lonesome. You even said as much just the other week.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off, pissed at the fact that you’d essentially brought this on yourself. “That was back when you weren’t even sure if you were going.”

At first, your old man had been rather skeptical at going on tour with his former bandmates. They’d had a couple hits back in the day, but nothing major. Even still, they’d somehow managed to amass a bit of a cult following. 

And so when he was offered the opportunity to open for a much larger classic rock band, he just couldn’t pass it up. And you hadn’t had the heart to make him either. Dreams like this seldom came true for anybody, let alone a mild-mannered pharmacist who was pushing fifty. 

“Why can’t you at least take me with you?”

He turns to you then, heaving a sigh before pulling you into his arms. "Life on the road is no place for my little girl. Which is why I’ve asked your Uncles to check-in on you.” He presses a gentle kiss on your mop of curly hair, giving you one last squeeze before releasing you.

“And this is where I’d like to point out that I’m 18 years old, which makes me a full-fledged adult.“ Wrapping your arms around your middle, you try to play it off like you don’t care about him leaving so soon after your birthday. 

But you do. While your birthday had only been last week, you two hadn't even had the chance to embark on your annual fishing trip yet.

“I know that. Of course I know that.” He’s quick to reassure you. “And as a newly minted adult I’m sure you’ll be on your own some nights – the ones when Bucky can’t stay and none of your other uncles are available.”

“Ugh! Can you please stop calling them that?”

Little did he know that you were mere seconds away from covering your ears and letting out a frustrated scream. 

“Well, that’s what they are. They may not be blood, but it still counts.” Your father just shakes his head. Apparently he hadn’t expected you to put up this much of a fight before his departure. “And while it might be true that it’s been a while since you’ve seen your uncles, each one has assured me that they would be more than delighted to keep an eye out for their favorite niece.”

“Dad, I don’t even know them like that! At least not anymore...”

You’re rewarded with yet another weary sigh. “Then it looks like you’ll have the whole summer to get reacquainted with them then, won’t you?” His hands go to grip your shoulders, all but forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Besides, Buck’ll be around. I’m sure he’ll help ease you into everything.”

It’s impossible to stop the derisive snort that escapes the back of your throat. 

“Sweetheart, my ride is going to be here any minute now…” He tells you, making it clear that neither one of you has time for the tantrum you seem so keen on throwing. “You’ve gotta know that I only want what’s best for–”

The two of you are interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling into your driveway. And while you don’t recognize it, you’re almost certain that it’s too sleek and expensive to belong to any Lyft driver. 

“Speak of the devil!” Your father suddenly exclaims before throwing open the door and rushing down the steps. Which is fine, except for the part when he decided to drag you along with him. “Bucky fuckin’ Barnes – just in the knick of time too!”

Well, there went Plan A. So much for locking up the house after your Dad was gone and refusing to answer the fucking door for anyone except the pizza delivery guy. 

However, in spite of your annoyance and frustration, you can’t help the tiny jolt of electricity that hums along your skin as you watch the dark haired man peel himself out of the driver’s seat so that he can properly greet you both.  

“Get a look at you, old man!” Bucky chuckles as he enthusiastically brings your Dad in for a hug, lightly thumping his back as he does. “Can’t believe somebody actually fucked up and told you you got to be a rockstar!”

Your uncle’s smile only broadens when he finally lays eyes on you. But it’s the way he’s looking at you that catches your attention – it’s not quite a leer – but his blatant perusal is enough to make you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

“I know!” Comes your Dad’s eager response. “That’s why I’m trying to get out of here before whoever signed off on this sobers up and realizes his mistake.” Both men are grinning from ear to ear when they finally take a step back. 

And that’s when all eyes turn to you. 

“And who’s this gorgeous young lady?” Bucky inquires, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he makes a quiet show of looking you over once again, this time allowing his gaze to linger just a fraction too long on your cutoff denim shorts. 

“Oh, come on now.” Good ol’ Dad reaches over to grab your wrist, pulling you even closer. Which is the absolute last thing you want. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your niece.” 

“Is that my sweet, little Clover?” Bucky pretends to rub exaggeratedly rub his eyes while evoking your childhood nickname. “I guess it is. Except now she’s all grown up.” Your Dad drops your wrist in time for the other man to grab your hand so that he can give you a little twirl. "Just turned 18, in fact."

“I heard. So pretty.” He hums, although the words are spoken just low enough so that only you can hear them. “You’ve got yourself a knockout for a daughter, Dale.” You resist the urge to squirm when you feel the roughened pad of his thumb lightly stroke along the ridges of your knuckles. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you kept a shotgun by the door.” 

While you suspect that his words are meant in jest, the only person that laughs is the man who raised you. 

“I actually keep it in the front closet. Which reminds me…” You father turns to you then, pinning you with a knowing look. “Now pumpkin, I know you're not super excited about the current arrangement and all that, but I’d appreciate it if you’d, uh, refrain from having any boys over at the house while I’m gone.” 

You swiftly open your mouth to protest, only to be surprised when Bucky beats you to the punch. 

“Roger that.” He grins down at you, the dimple in his left cheek on full display. “Your Daddy said no boys allowed, little Clover. Do we have your promise you’re gonna respect his wishes?”

Tugging your hand out his grasp, you turn your attention to your Dad, offering up a sugary sweet smile. “But what about Peter? You actually like him, remember? Besides, he’s pretty much my best friend.”

“Well…”

Because you couldn’t fathom the idea of a summer without him. And you just know he’s going to relent and make an exception. That is, until Bucky decides to go and open up his mouth. 

“You heard your Daddy, sweetheart.” He gently admonishes you, a hint of mockery in his tone. “Besides, I don’t think any of your uncles want to have to deal with strange boys wandering around the house.”

“Good man.” Your father agrees, clapping the other man on his shoulder. “And speaking of Andy, Ari, and Steve, this one here is a little nervous about seeing them again. I don’t know why. I mean it’s been a while since everyone’s gotten together…”

“Aww, bug.” He coos, wrapping a brawny arm around your much smaller waist. “Are you worried we don’t love you anymore?” You find yourself gritting your teeth to keep from elbowing him in the kidney. 

Why the hell did he have to make that sound so…suggestive? And how come your father didn't seem to notice? 

“No.” You grunt, hating the man for having the nerve to smell so damned good – like spiced vanilla and cedar. 

“Because we most certainly do. You know, Andy was just looking at your senior picture the other day.” His large, warm hand settles just above the curve of your hip. “He actually sent it to the group chat and none of us could believe just how much our little Clover had blossomed. Right under our noses.”

“A–awesome.” You mumble, wishing he would stop touching you so much. It did funny things to your belly, which you did not appreciate.

“I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it when he gets here.” 

Shock has your mouth falling open, briefly leaving you almost too stunned to make a sound. And to make matters worse, your father’s Lyft picks that very moment to pull up behind Bucky’s sports car. 

“What?” You eventually croak. Not that you receive much of a response, what with both men choosing to abandon you in favor of grabbing luggage and loading it into the driver’s trunk. 

“Alright, pumpkin.” Your Dad calls out once they’ve got everything secured. “I’ll call you from the road. I left instructions on the fridge and with Bucky. You need anything you call me, okay?” 

Seconds later you find yourself pulled into a bear hug. And, because you don’t know when you’ll see him again, you choose not to argue or struggle. You can only hug him back as if your life depends on it. 

“Be good.” He mumbles in your hair. “Listen to your uncles. It may not seem like it, but they know what's best. And you have my word that they care about you just as much as I do.” 

“Okay.” Is all you can muster as you fight back tears. “I–I love you.”

“You know it.” He holds you even tighter. “To the moon and back, plus the galaxy and beyond.” Smiling when he releases you, you watch him climb into the waiting car before giving him one last wave. 

And then he’s gone. You watch unmoving as the car backs out of the driveway and takes off down the road in the direction of the airport. It takes a moment for you to remember that you’re alone now.

Left to your own devices for the entire fucking summer. 

“Save those pretty tears, Clover.” You jump when you feel a hand press against the small of your back. “You’ve got us – me, Andy, Ari, and Steve – and won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Bucky whispers, his mouth hovering just above your ear.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” You growl, stomping towards the front door.

“Fair warning, sweetheart.” He calls after you, his voice tinged with laughter as he goes to follow you inside. “Your Uncle Steve doesn’t like that kind of language. And I’m afraid Uncle Andy isn’t the type to put up with that attitude either.”

“Then tell them they should keep their asses home!” You snap as you reach the stairs, taking them two at a time all the while silently praying that he doesn’t follow.

“All I’m saying is that I’d hate to see Stevie have to wash out that pretty little mouth out with soap.” He calls from the bottom of the stairs, no longer bothering to hide his laughter. 

The fucking pervy bastard was enjoying this!

You slam your door with a flourish, briefly reveling in the sound it makes as it shakes the entire frame. If Bucky, or any of your so-called uncles thought you were still that same, sweet little girl you used to then they were in for one hell of a rude awakening.

Fuck! You’re so busy fuming over your current situation that you have no idea what’s taking place quite literally beneath your feet. For tonight, you decide that ignorance is bliss. If you got hungry later you’d just have to find something on DoorDash.

You throw yourself on your bed with a huff, punching your pillow over and again until you feel some of the rage leave your body. This summer was going to fucking blow unless you found a way to stay busy away from the house. 

Meanwhile, Bucky has taken a seat at the bottom of the stairs. Pulling out his phone he opens the group chat he has with his buddies and proceeds to start typing. Call it intuition, but he had a feeling that he and his friends getting reacquainted with their precious little Clover was going to make for one hell of summer.

Oh yes, this was going to make for one hell of a summer indeed.

END

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It wasn’t a new thing that Andy carried you around. He always had the excuse “you’re my wife why would you need to walk?”

However, a few weeks ago he gifted you a pair of black Louboutin heels and you adored them.

You would wear them on every occasion, yes, they were painful but who wouldn’t want to look hot? 

Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.

Recently the two of you attended a party with some of Andy’s colleagues. Of course, he knew you would wear the heels, but if he talked against a wall, he would have had better chances.

As Andy rounded the corner, he saw you standing in front of the mirror at the entrance, wearing a black cocktail dress, golden hoops with a matching necklace and the black Louboutin.

He wanted to ask you if you really wanted to wear them, but he already knew the answer.

So instead, he just snaked his arm around your waist pulling you against him and laying his hand softly on your cheek.

He titled your head up giving you a loving kiss on your lips.

Andy’s lips left yours, but you chased after him to capture him in a passionate kiss. While you were concentrating on the kiss, Andy sneaked his hands down your body.

His plan was easy: seduce you, you're horny and want to stay home and prevent you from being in pain.

Andy softly withdraws his lips from yours once again. He kneels down while kissing down your leg. His hands felt soft against your skin as he lifted your leg with his right hand.

The other one slid down to your feet until it reached your shoe.

A small chuckle escaped you as you realized what he was doing, lifting your foot pressing the sole against his forehead like Margot Robbie in Wolf of Wall Street.

“What do you think you're doing?” you asked in a low voice.

„Darlin‘ I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Andy gave you those concerning eyes. “Andy they’re painful but sexy and you gifted them to me, I want to wear them all the time.”

Andy sighed in return, “my love you can wear other heels you know I won’t be mad, and you look sexy in everything you wear,” he stood up cupping your face in his large hands, stroking your cheek with his thumb.

“No, I will wear them,” with that you turned around and opened the door stepping into the cool air of the beautiful autumn night.

With a sigh Andy walked after you, this was going to be a long night.

The car came to a stop in front of the bar where you would be meeting Andy’s colleagues. Your man turned to face you, “you can still change your mind darlin’,” he said gently but you shook your head, “no, let’s go, we don’t want to be late,” you said and got out of the car.

Andy stayed back for a moment, his mind running wild as he thought of a way to help you. In the end he could only watch you and make sure you were comfortable. After all you were his stubborn wife who he loved with every cell in his body, he’d do everything for you.

Quickly he walked after you, interlocking your fingers with his as you stepped inside the bar.

Said bar was filled with Andy’s colleagues, some you recognized, others you didn’t - not that you minded as most of them were arrogant assholes.

“Ooh, look at you, you look amazin’,” gushed Marta, the wife of Andy’s assistant. She seemed like a nice woman, but god you didn’t like her. She was always chipper, but it often looked like she was faking it.

“Thank you, you look great too,” you answered with a polite smile while guiding Andy’s hand around your waist and pressing yourself against his side.

Andy smiled to himself as he noticed what you were doing, gladly he tightened his hold on you.

Then Marta began talking, she talked like a waterfall and at some point you needed to escape. “I’m gonna get us some drinks,” you excused yourself and took a deep breath once your back was turned to them.

As you walked towards the counter you could already feel your feet hurting. You hated that Andy was right, but these shoes were too beautiful not to wear.

You hopped onto the bar stool and ordered a juice as well as a beer for Andy. Once you got the drinks and stepped from the chair, you hissed at the burning sensation. There would definitely be blisters by the end of the night.

Giving Andy his beer, he noticed the slight distress on your face. He decided to ignore it for now, knowing you wouldn’t say anything.

The conversation continued for a little while, in the middle you had shifted almost a lot of your weight onto him. Andy didn’t mind, but this only showed him how right he was. However the two of you couldn’t quite leave yet.

You kept your posture up, no one but Andy noticed how much your feet started to hurt.

“Look at this sweet arm candy you got there Barber,” a man said who came to stand next to your husband.

Andy turned his head to the man and glared at him, “my wife, looks beautiful and is not arm candy, Chad,” his tone was harsh.

God, some of these assholes could just go fuck themselves and you’d love to slap the shit out of them.

After another thirty minutes you needed to sit down, you nudged Andy’s arm and gestured to a table to sit on. Not asking questions Andy walked with you towards the table, before you could sit on one of the tables there was an extra step to go.

As you lifted your foot to step up, your knees almost buckled in once your foot hit the parquet. Luckily Andy was there to support you.

He didn’t say a word but you knew what he was thinking, “I’m fine,” you said quickly. “I didn’t say anything,” he countered with a knowing smile.

Both of you finished your drinks and you only hoped Andy didn’t want another beer. Seeing how uncomfortable you were, he did the only right thing.

With a sigh he slipped out of his shoes and pushed them towards you, “come on, take ‘em of darlin’,” he told you. Pouting you slipped them off and handed them to Andy before putting on his - way too big, but comfortable - shoes.

“What will your colleagues think?” you asked concerned, eyes dropping, “I don’t care what they think, I don’t want my wife to feel uncomfortable. Now, let’s get ya home,” standing up in his socks, he held his hand out to you.

“I wasn’t even that uncomfortable,” you argued as you walked out of the bar.

Then almost over the curb and falling into Andy, "okay, darlin'," chuckling he scooped you up into his arms.

He carried you the rest to the car, putting you in the passenger seat and buckling on your seat belt. Kissing the top of your head before giving you the heels and closing the door.

slutty bonus, you whore's

"You're lucky I love carrying you around," he stated as his hand came to rest on your thigh.

"You know, if I didn't know it better I'd say you're disobeying me on purpose…," he growled into the crook of your neck as his hips bucked into you.

"I'm – fuck – sorry!" you have been apologizing for thirty minutes now, being edged three times and you begged Andy wouldn't make it a four. "See, I don't think you're sorry," his tone was almost mean, he mocked you.

"Can feel how tight you are, how you keep squeezing me. I know it turns you on, don't lie to me darlin'," as if you ever could.

You gripped onto the satin sheets, Andy picked his pace up not caring for you – this was a punishment after all.

Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.

"Andy," you rasped, feeling your stomach tighten. You desperately need to live the euphoria.

Complete joy and pleasure building up, "please, please, please," you moaned when he hit that spot.

"Hold it," Andy demanded, railing you, splitting you open. "No, no, I can't!" you cried, shaking your head. Your husband didn't care, he gripped your throat, "yes you can, if you don't…then you won't come at all."

Shutting your eyes, you tried to concentrate on keeping the orgasm inside until Andy allowed you.

He was close himself and already felt his cock twitching, "come, fucking hell," he muttered, rutting into you like a starved man.

You reach the mind-blowing release of endorphins. Clenching to hold onto the feeling until you finally give in and let go. Moans howling through the walls.

Before you could register anything you were turned on your stomach. Ass slapped twice.

"Let's paint that pretty ass of yours, shall we darlin'?"

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to be his wife 🥰

Mrs. Barber

Oh what a dream ♡ Let's imagine what it'd be like if after leaving his ex he met a lawyer that was his ideal match.

Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, fluff, possessive!andy sprinkled in.

Word Count: 825

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From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.

Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.  

Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.

He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past. 

Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible. 

Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen. 

“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight. 

“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door. 

He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you. 

Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that. 

“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him. 

The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense. 

Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough. 

His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that. 

Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife. 

Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often. 

And now that Andy loves you, he can never stop. Because you’re his better half, his gorgeous and amazing wife, his Mrs. Barber.

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•|Til Death & More|•

✨Pairing✨: Andy Barberxblack!reader

Summary🪄: “Til Death” just isn’t enough for some

⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS! implied/mention of adult times, supernatural occurrences, ghosts, what appears to be self harm (it’s not exactly and there’s nothing detailed, but you’ll see), near drowning, angst, mention of psych ward, mention of death (if I missed any warnings please let me know!)

*Disclaimer: although the collage was made by me, I DO NOT own nor claim ownership of the pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

|Day 1|

Placing the last brown box on the wooden kitchen floor with a small, tired sigh, Andy smiles to himself looking up at you peacefully gazing out the sliding glass towards the still lake just a few meters away. So calming and serene, it appeared as if it were covered in diamonds how it glistened from the suns rays. He quietly strides towards you until his sweatshirt covered arms wrapping around your hips makes you giggle along with his beard tickling the column of your neck.

“Guess what?,” he whispers by the shell of your ear as if you weren’t the only ones there in the two story home.

“Hm?”

“We are officially moved in sweetheart.” His soft lips leave a peck just under your jaw gently swaying you to whatever song currently playing in Andy’s head.

“Now all that’s left is to unpack our hundred or so boxes, figure out where everything needs to go, clean, set up Eli’s room-,”

“One thing at a time okay?,” he chuckles turning you around to face him as his hands soothingly rub along your back. He could practically see the worried thoughts trying to overtake the excited ones you had just yesterday. This was your first time being quite a distance away from your family and friends in the city, which made you understandably nervous.

You just hoped you’d be able to truly stand on your own being a new mother without the added help you were used to being there.

“Look at me,” Andy softly instructs tilting your chin up with his knuckle. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

“Andy you can’t really-,”

“I just did. And I mean it,” he smiles leaning in to bring your lips together and further prove how true he was of his word. Not that you needed any convincing, Andy never gave you a reason to doubt him and you knew he’d do anything humanly possible to make sure you and your son were okay. It’s what brought you to the countryside in the first place; away from the judgmental eyes, harsh words, and threats at your front door when someone felt bold enough.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you peck his lips twice more whispering, “I love you” against his smile, which he happily returns along with a chaste kiss of his own.

“You know what? I think it’s time for a break.”

“True, we should probably go get food.” You try to step towards your phone but instead, are held in place by Andy’s hands gripping your hips and gently pushing you backwards until your back pressed against the cold glass.

“I was actually thinking of something else we could do,” he counters. His voice sensually dropping an octave lifting you so your legs naturally wrapped around his hips. His large hands beginning to slowly knead from the back of your thighs to your lower cheeks making you sigh in pleasure.

“And that is?”

“Well since it’s just us in this big, ole’ place and are free from parent duties,” he begins, taking turns nipping and kissing along the side of your neck, “why not break in a few of these rooms?”

You playfully hum in thought strategically stretching your neck giving your husband the access you both craved to that special spot on your pulse that’d instantly make you melt. A brief giggle slipping from your lips before they’re replaced by soft moans.

Pressing his tented crotch against your center, your hips slowly roll on their own as your hand rubs along his scalp to pull at the strands bringing his head upward so your eager tongue could freely roam along his. A deep groan vibrating his chest and pupils dilated until only a thin line of blue remained.

“Where to first?”

|Day 3|

“And over there,” Andy smiles pointing to a shady spot in the backyard as he gently bounces his baby boy, “we could have a little soccer net or tee ball stand. Whatever toys you want bubba.” The three month old just chews on his fist in response, getting the remaining banana taste from between his tiny fingers.

“Even make ourselves a little clubhouse where mom isn’t invited.”

“Um ‘scuse me?,” you smirk over your shoulder rinsing the suds from the last baby bottle.

Andy chuckles striding towards you to sweetly kiss your cheek, “I’m kidding.”

Stretching in his arms, both of you can tell Eli’s sleepy from his long yawn and slow blinks before his fingers are back in his mouth with a soft sigh.

“I’ll put him down-,”

“I got it sweetheart. You relax,” Andy states kissing you once more and lifting Eli so you could kiss his chubby cheeks before heading upstairs. You’re left with silence and running water as you continue washing the dishes, and pan, from breakfast. Occasionally humming one of the many baby lullabies now stuck in your head and making you inwardly laugh at yourself.

“Yep, you’re definitely a mom now Y/N,” you speak to yourself with a light shake of your head. Just as you’re finished with the last fork, a cool breeze prickling the back of your neck causes you to lightly shudder before playfully rolling your dark eyes.

“I’d advise you not to try and scare me when I could be potentially holding a knife Andrew.” Drying your hands as you turn around, your grin falls finding your husband nowhere in sight.

You could’ve sworn he was right behind you. You felt the air on your neck. A presence hovering your back just as he tended to do before hugging you close.

Your bare feet carry you towards the sliding glass door wondering if maybe it was somehow left cracked, but you find nothing. It’s properly sealed and locked just as you saw it yesterday. Looking up from the lock to the recently cleaned glass, a ghastly face gaunt and sunken in at the cheeks staring at you with onyx eyes that eliminated the white normally there, and shoulder length, dark hair makes you fall backwards into the solid body of your husband returning just in time to catch you before you hit the hardwood floor.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay,” he coos and shushes soothingly rubbing his large hand up and down your back trying to calm your shaking. “What happened?”

“I-I saw someone.”

“In the yard? They still there?”

“I don’t know.” Andy’s quick to grab the metal bat propped by the glass before unlocking the door and carefully stepping outside. Luckily, with it being daylight, he doesn’t have to venture too far in the yard able to clearly see through the gathering of trees along the sides of your new home.

“Wait here, I’m gonna look out front,” he announces walking through the silent home from the back door to the front. You anxiously sat on the couch nervously bouncing your knee as you waited for his return. The terrifying face still haunting the back of your mind even when you tried telling yourself it was nothing.

“It’s probably just me being a little sleep deprived,” you thought twisting your wedding ring back and forth on your finger. Since moving in, Eli seemed to have even more trouble sleeping through the night. Waking up twice now and refusing to go back down in his crib each time. You’d either have to walk around the house bouncing him in your arms or Andy would bring him in your shared bedroom until he was in a deep enough sleep that he wouldn’t notice when he was back in his.

The door shutting and distinctive beep of the security system engaging brings you out of your thoughts and back to Andy returning the bat to its proper place before sitting next to you to pull you into his lap. “Whoever it was, they’re gone by now. Might’ve thought the place was still empty.”

“Maybe.”

“You okay?,” he asks. Concerned cerulean eyes peering into yours while one hand caresses your cheek and the other grazes your thigh. “You remember what they looked like?”

“I-It was a woman. At least I think it was, but I’m fine Andy..really. My brain might just be acting funny because of the stress from moving and being tired.”

“You sure?” Nodding your head, you softly smile turning to kiss his palm. Your head falling to nuzzle against his neck as he holds you close.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna get some cameras for outside. Motion lights too okay?”

“Mhm,” you reply, eventually feeling relaxed enough that you could no longer fight your own sleep trying to overtake your body.

|Night 6|

“You sure you guys are gonna be okay tomorrow? I can always push back my start date.”

“We’ll be fine,” you smile immediately sliding over to his side of the bed when he’s under the covers. Your leg draped over his hip as his fingertips dance along your freshly shaven and moisturized thigh. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack if you keep worrying so much.”

His deep chuckle has your head lightly bouncing against his pec dusted with hair. “Can’t help it. I’m always gonna worry sweetheart.”

Especially now after finding two dead doves on the front step the past couple mornings; positioned in such a way it had to be an obvious threat. Andy checked the cameras, but could never find anyone around though.

He assumed it had to be the same lady you saw in the backyard the other day. Where she came from or how she found you both, he couldn’t quite figure out yet.

Playing with the charm of his necklace, his lips on the top of your head makes you softly sigh snuggling impossibly closer to the love of your life. The comfortable silence slowly beginning to make both of you drift to sleep after a long day.

“Call if you need me, and I mean anytime Y/N. I’ll come straight home.”

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper sweetly kissing just above his heart. “You just focus on your first day.”

“I’ll try,” he yawns before lifting your hand to kiss your palm. “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

•

Like clockwork, Eli’s cries interrupt your peaceful sleep looking over to the monitor on your nightstand to see him on his tummy with head lifted and mouth opened as he wailed. Andy was somehow still asleep - and softly snoring - as you quietly slid out of his grasp into the cold air circulating in your home.

“Shh it’s okay Eli,” you coo as you enter his bedroom lit up with colorful stars that oscillated from his nightlight to the walls. “What’s wrong?”

Nearing his crib, you’re heart sinks and you feel all the air leave your body finding it empty - like your son was never there to begin with.

“A-Andy! Andy wake up!” Your screams go unnoticed rushing back towards the hall until you’re knocked backwards by some force. The walls shake and picture frames lining them rattle from how hard the door slams in front of you.

“Andy! Please!,” you shout yanking the handle that wouldn’t budge. All the while Eli’s cries continuing, and sounding as if he was just outside.

With one final yank you nearly fall again, stumbling back from the door swinging open to show your baby lying in the hall hiccuping with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I got you sweet boy,” you coo reaching out for your son until a shadowy figure knocks you back down making your head uncomfortably thud against the floor. There’s no getting up this time though feeling as if your wrists and ankles are bound to the carpet below. Panic immediately flushing over your skin as you still try to squirm and wiggle free with tears streaking your face and heartbeat racing in your chest.

The ominous figure slowly steps forward - slender with dull, lifeless skin in a sheer dress that reminded you of the curtains shielding your windows - pointing a bony finger towards you before it morphs into what you could only describe as a talon. With one swipe, you can feel the stinging and burning of scratches left on your skin causing you to cry out in pain.

It’s the last sound you’re able to muster as you watch the same dark talon aim for your neck. Growing closer and closer until it’s prick - just under your jaw - sharpens so, your eyes blur from tears and impending unconsciousness recognizing the stream of blood slowly trickling down your skin.

“Y/N…Y/N! Wake up sweetheart.” Andy’s gentle shakes eventually bring you back with a startled gasp as you reach for your jugular. Your cheeks wet with the tears from your sleep and chest slightly heaving from your sobs.

His palms rest on each cheek making you meet his soft eyes, and further trying to calm you, as he thumbs away the still falling streaks. “S’just a dream sweetheart, you’re okay. I’m here.”

“E-Eli,” you sniffle quickly turning towards the baby monitor to find him sound asleep in the same position you and Andy left him.

“He’s fine, and miraculously out still,” he lightly chuckles hoping he could get the same reaction out of you.

“It..it just felt so real.” Shifting you to sit across his lap, his hands glide along your back and lips occasionally leave kisses on your forehead reminding you you’re safe. “Eli was crying and-,”

“Oh no, you scratched yourself.” Turning your arm, he woefully sighs while his finger runs over the freshly made line - red and already beginning to rise with the smallest dots of dried blood stuck to your skin.

Maybe you did make it yourself, which made the pain you felt all the more real. However, something inside told you otherwise.

“You were saying? What happened with Eli?”

“..I couldn’t find him. You either.” You didn’t want to bring up seeing the demented figure again, already writing it off as your subconscious bringing that face you saw all those days ago back to light. Plus he didn’t need to worry about you. Not with him starting his new position tomorrow.

He was so excited with this chance of being able to be part of a private practice, and collaborating with others for the common goal of a successful case. And more importantly, back to helping clients get the justice they deserved. You didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“I’m sorry that happened sweetheart. We’re right here though and not going anywhere. I promise,” he smiles kissing each cheek before landing on your lips. “Was that all?”

Nodding, you help pull the covers over both your tired bodies snuggling your face even closer to his neck radiating his Forest Wind shower gel. On your worst days and nights, the woodsy scent always helped you relax thinking of Andy and being surrounded by his comforting warmth and soothing words punctuated by sweet pecks.

You hoped it’s power would help you get through yet another rough night, but you could only sit there listening to your husbands soft snores as you stared at the digital clock. Two am turned to four, then five until the soft chime of his alarm alerted both of you it was time to rise for the new day.

A new day that already made you uneasy with images of the mysterious woman flashing in your mind.

|Day 13|

“Hey, welcome,” Andy greets your aunt Virginia - Genie for short - with a hug before extending his arm for her to enter the warmly lit home.

“Of course I was gonna check on my niece and nephews,” she smiles letting him remove her jacket and take her purse to the nearby closet. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Let me give you a tour-,”

“Before we do that,” she interrupts stopping his next step with a gentle hand on his bicep, “how are things Andy?” From the look in her eyes, he knew she wanted the honest truth.

Not even settled for five minutes, she could tell something was off. The tired droop of his eyes and disheveled styling of his usual tidy hair only solidified what her intuition was telling her as soon as he opened the door.

Andy scratches the back of his head lightly sighing as he leans against the wall. “I..I honestly don’t know. She hasn’t been sleeping well from waking up with Eli and these dreams-,”

“Dreams?”

“Well nightmares really. They’re so bad, she’s even scratching herself. First it was her arm then it’s moved to her neck, face, thighs even. Each time I have to wake her because she’s crying in her sleep.”

“Hm, I could tell something was off with her over the phone, but she’s been tight lipped. Only telling me not to worry,” Genie states crossing her arms in front of her.

“She tells me the same thing. I’ve tried getting her to go to someone, but she insists she’s okay. That it’ll eventually pass.” A beat of silence is shared between them as Andy shakes his head, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants.

“I moved us here to try and keep them safe, but now Y/N’s suffering, and I don’t know what to do.”

Pulling him close, her arms tenderly wrap around his shoulders giving him the reassuring hug he desperately needed. Any and everyone could see how much he loved you and little Eli, and not being able to immediately fix what was hurting you equally hurt him. It made that guilt he worked so hard to move past with Lori and Jacob’s death resurface; how he swore to himself he’d never let that happen again.

“Let me see her.”

•

Reaching the cracked door decorated with light grey, wooden letters spelling “Elias”, they both watch as you slowly rocked back and forth feeding your son. Mindlessly grazing your fingertips over his soft curls as he suckled from your breast. The sunlight peering in through the partially covered window hits you just right that Genie can see the dark circles under your eyes. The puffy bags that seemed to weigh you down just as much as whatever was bothering you.

“Sweetheart? Your aunt’s here,” Andy softly announces to not wake the baby while they enter the light blue room. It’s the first time since you’ve moved in that Andy sees that brightness return to your eyes making a small smile curl onto his lips.

“Hey babygirl. How ya feeling?,” she asks kissing your cheek before moving to Eli’s head and squatting beside you.

“I’m uh okay. J-Just a little tired.” Being so close she can see some of the scratches Andy was talking about. The freshest ones being the lone scar on your face bright red and raised. The rest on your neck and arms a bit darker and beginning to scab if they hadn’t been scrubbed away already.

She can’t help but to glide her thumb along the one on your neck before tilting your chin to look at her. “What’s this?”

“Just a little scratch. I had a nightmare and woke up with it so I must’ve done it in my sleep.” Lifting your free hand she observes your fingers taking note of how your nails are cut lower than you usually have them.

“But you’ve never done that before.” You just shrug carefully removing your nipple from Eli’s parted mouth so you can cover yourself and put him down.

“I-I guess it’s new.”

Genie and Andy share a glance as you gaze over your son.

“Hey, why don’t you come with me to town?,” she suggests with her warmest smile. “I meant to pick something up for Eli before I came, but I was busy.”

“You don’t have to get anything for him auntie, trust me he has more than enough,” you giggle.

“Well then he’s about to have some more. And while we’re out we can get something to eat, or just coffee,” she suggests.

“I just put him down though. I-I should stay with him.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, I got him. Go with your aunt, enjoy yourself,” Andy speaks moving to be by your side and rubbing along your back.

“But..your work?”

“It can wait.”

There’s an obvious hesitation as your eyes shift from Andy to Eli’s sleeping form afraid to leave your baby boy. Not that you didn’t trust Andy, it was the figure that only seemed to threaten you and your son that you didn’t trust. Deathly afraid that if Andy so much as turned his back for a second something would happen.

“He’ll be okay,” you aunt smiles.

Slowly nodding your head, your small smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you hug Andy close wrapping your arms around his waist. “Really watch him, okay?,” you whisper into his shirt.

Admittedly, he felt a little hurt that you thought you needed to remind him to watch out for his own son. But the nervousness and fear in your voice showed him it wasn’t that you doubted his ability, but something more that for whatever reason you were too scared to talk about.

“Of course. Don’t worry.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

•

“Two lattes and two waters please,” your aunt smiles at the waiter handing the teen your menus before he walked away to serve the next table. “Alright, what’s going on?”

“N-Nothing. I told you already I’m just tired.”

“I heard you and can tell you are, but I know that’s not everything.” You knew that mostly quiet car ride as she briefly filled you in on various family members was leading to this moment. That didn’t make you any less nervous or more prepared for it though.

Sighing, your gaze falls to your lap picking at the edges of the dark blue napkin that lay across it. A lump quickly developing in your throat not wanting to experience the humiliation and embarrassment sure to come.

“..promise you won’t laugh,” you whisper.

“Of course.”

“There’s this ghost. A-A woman that keeps haunting me ever since we moved in. She’s the one that’s been leaving these scratches, it’s not me. A-And she’s always after me in these nightmares or trying to take Eli away and I know it sounds crazy-,”

“Y/N calm down, okay?”

“I can’t! I feel like I’m either gonna have to deal with this for the rest of my life or-or..” You can’t even finish your sentence with the tears streaming down your face that have now brought a few eyes and whispers to your table.

“Um y-your drinks,” the waiter clears his throat slowly placing the glasses and coffee cups in front of the both of you. “Anything else I can get you?”

“No we’re fine thanks,” your aunt smiles thankful he was quick to walk away.

“Maybe I am crazy. And all this is just stress or something.”

Scooting a bit closer to the table, aunt Genie leans forward as if what she was about to say was meant for only you. “You’re not crazy, and it’s not stress. I know because the same thing happened to us.”

“Really?”

For the first time in weeks you felt a glimmer of hope strike your heart mixed with the bit of confusion why you’ve never heard about this before.

She nods folding her hands together to rest on the tablecloth, “Your mom doesn’t like to talk about it, but when we were young girls, maybe seven or eight, we moved to this beautiful home. Nice neighborhood, people were friendly, it was like we hit the jackpot. All that mattered to me and your mom though was that we each get our own room.”

“Well fast forward a couple weeks and mama started having these strange dreams. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but then they started becoming more frequent and then the scratches occurred, just like yours. Daddy thought it was just something temporary that would pass, but it didn’t. She tried telling him about it, the lady haunting her dreams and causing those marks but he didn’t believe her. Eventually it got so bad it almost broke them up and daddy tried to take us away from her, which is why, I think, your mom doesn’t like to talk about it.”

And why you were afraid to tell Andy. Fearful of his reaction and what he’d think of you.

“What happened?”

“Daddy started getting the dreams too and that was pretty much the icing on the cake. Our great grandma on your dad’s side came to help, having what we called ‘the gift’ back then. Turns out there was this couple - young too - who were supposed to move in that house, but they unfortunately passed in a car accident. The woman’s spirit didn’t pass on like her husband’s though, instead staying around the house. Especially our rooms.”

“Why yours? She was haunting nana and papa?”

“Apparently they planned on having kids when they finally moved and got settled. Obviously that sadly didn’t happen, and Granny Mae figured that her spirit couldn’t find rest and came back to the house where she’d already had a few teddy bears and old dolls of hers. Thus attaching herself to us as if we were her own since they were in our rooms. Doing that she obviously didn’t too much like our actual parents getting in the way.” She pauses, softly shaking her head as she remembers and takes a sip of her drink. “I only told Granny Mae about this, but she’d get in my dreams too - well, I realized it was her after we saw the article about the accident that is. She’d always hum this lullaby and just brush my hair, they were never nightmares.”

“So how’d she get it to stop?”

“We had to do this ritual like burning and get rid of the toys. As soon as the last bear completely burned, everything was fine. No dreams, no scratches, only peace.”

You let her words, and the smallest ounce of relief, settle over you as you take the last sip of your lukewarm coffee. There was a clear solution that didn’t seem difficult, but now all that was left was for you to try to figure out who this was in the first place and what could be attaching them to your house.

The previous owners, Mr. and Mrs. Copeland, had the house built back in the 50s. When their respective health problems became too much for the other to handle, they realized it might be best to downsize and their kids were then nice enough to chip in for the renovations before putting it on the market - eventually landing into Andy’s lap. The elderly couple and their second eldest even met you and Andy at the cabin about a week before your move in date to personally give you the keys. Each of them so nice as you talked over dinner. Mrs. Copeland just couldn’t stop smiling and cooing at baby Eli as he flashed gummy smiles back from his car seat.

Clearly whoever was doing this had some personal vendetta.

“I just don’t know why this woman is after me? The Copeland’s are doing well and no one has ever passed there.”

“And it’s just you dealing with this?”

“Andy hasn’t said anything, and Eli hasn’t really been sleeping but I assumed that was because it was a new place you know? That he just needed to get used to everything,” you answer nervously tapping your thumb against the porcelain cup.

“Well whoever this is, I’m sure they’ll show themselves at some point. I know that’s not very helpful, but hopefully it comes sooner than later,” your aunt sympathetically smiles reaching over to give your forearm a reassuring squeeze. “There’s definitely things we can do in the mean time that’ll keep the spirit at bay. Maybe even get rid of her too if this is just some lost soul.”

You gently nod with a soft smile as you try to will yourself to relax. True it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but at least it was better than nothing.

|Night 26|

Letting your head rest on the back of the white, pedestal tub, an easy breath passes through your nostrils as your body sinks just a few more inches deeper into the hot water. Mango scented bubbles perfectly covering the water and your chest as you let the steam melt away the earlier hours of the day. You’re so relaxed you don’t even hear Andy step into the bathroom with his tie already gone, sleeves rolled up his forearms, and a smile on his face while he leans against the doorframe.

“Don’t you look relaxed,” he states making you shyly giggle as you open your eyes. Though his tone was teasing, he was glad to finally see you rested and at ease after the past few weeks. You were finally sleeping not having to worry about any nightmares, and even Eli seemed to be better now sleeping through the night himself. Ever since your aunt burned sage throughout the house and it’s rooms - chanting a prayer of protection as she wafted the light stream of smoke coming from the reddened end - things definitely seemed calmer.

Andy noticed your glow begin to return as the scars faded only making him more joyful and relieved that you were healing with each passing day.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“S’okay. Just glad you’re home.” Your hand reaches to grip his chin as soon as he’s kneeling beside the tub to bring his lips to yours. The sweet welcome quickly turning more passionate and needy when his hand caresses the column of your throat - and squeezing ever so softly - in an attempt to keep you as close as possible. Your moment is cut short though when the familiar chime of his phone echoes off the walls making Andy begrudgingly part away with an exasperated groan.

“It’s Mrs. Thompson again, I already know.”

“Call her back tomorrow. You’re off the clock with your sweet wife who really missed you,” you seductively pout beginning to untuck his button down. From the way he lowly chuckles biting the corner of his lip, he’s tempted to follow your words and throw his phone out the room, but the loud chime has both of you groaning as he searches his pocket for the currently annoying device.

“Give me five minutes, and I promise it’s you and me,” he whispers before sweetly kissing your forehead and walking out the room. His steps echoing as he desperately tried to calm Mrs. Thompson’s qualms regarding her case.

With a sigh, you sit back returning to your original position while you wait for your husband to eventually join you. Your eyes closed while you let the gentle sway of the warm water against your skin nearly drift you to sleep until fingertips along the column of your neck are bringing you back.

“One more minute and I would’ve been gone,” you smile, but it doesn’t last opening your eyes to find your husband’s ex-wife above you.

His dead ex-wife. In the same long, white dress with sunken in and gaunt features as the figure that’s been plaguing your mind all this time.

“L-Laurie?…Wha-..How-?” You can’t get your words together for the fear taking over your body and her grip tightening around your throat as she forcefully pushes you down below the surface of bubbles. No matter how much you kicked and squirmed clawing and hitting at her arm, her grip never faltered. It only tightened, seemingly locking you in place on the tub’s floor until your fight was replaced by fatigue. Your arms falling to your sides as her shadow above you became more blurry with each passing second.

At the last moment, you swear you can hear a muffled shout but you’re too far gone feeling your body start to surrender to the silence.

Something keeps you on this side though once again hearing a muffled voice that soon grows so clear you can tell it’s Andy. Can feel his hands pressing into your chest over and over until soapy water shoots from your mouth and burns your nostrils as you uncontrollably cough and sputter.

“You’re okay, you’re here. I got you,” Andy repeats holding your shaken and sobbing body close as he grabs the nearest towel to dry you off and vigorously rub his hands along your back and arms for warmth.

His words honestly for his sake just as much as yours, being shaken himself finding his love underwater and not moving.

“W-What happened huh? I leave you for five minutes a-and..” Tears run down his cheeks afraid of what could’ve been if he’d taken a minute longer. “Sweetheart I promise I won’t be mad, j-just tell me why. If you need help-,”

“It’s Laurie!,” you hoarsely answer into his neck. “It’s been her the whole time.” Eyebrows furrowed, he gently moves both of you so you’re eyes meet as his palm rests against your cheek.

“Laurie? What are you talking about, you know she’s gone.”

“I-I know it sounds crazy but I’m telling the truth! Since we moved in, she’s what I’ve been seeing a-and the figure that’s kept showing in my dreams.”

Your husband only sighs, peering at you sympathetically, “Y/N look, I know you’re stressed about the move and being a great mom, but you don’t need to be sweetheart. And you definitely don’t need to compare yourself to her-,”

“I’m not Andy! She’s only after me because she wants you! I-I didn’t know it before, but now it all makes sense.” You could feel your heart break as he continued to look at you with that same sorrowful expression. He still didn’t believe you, and you weren’t sure if he ever would.

“Baby please. You know me, I wouldn’t try to do this to myself or make this up!” One hand grips tighter around the towel wrapped firmly around you while the other holds onto Andy’s shirt snuggling as close as possible.

“Andy please,” you whisper. A lone tear falling down your cheek serving as more of your silent plea.

Remaining silent, he simply helps you to your feet placing your dark gray robe on your shoulders beginning to shake again from your shivering and shock. It was the only thing he could think to do at the moment as he slowly guided you over the threshold to your bedroom.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

•

“Hey, where is she?”

“In bed,” Andy sighs standing across the kitchen island from your aunt sat in one of the barstools. “I got her dried off and in her pajamas before I gave her one of my old sleeping pills.”

Still traumatized from your once tranquil bath, you refused to close your eyes for the longest not wanting to see Laurie again and give her a second chance to finish what she started. You just sat in the bed curled into Andy’s side as your eyes stayed fixed towards the dark bathroom and he gently rocked you back and forth with lips pressed against your temple. Andy tried assuring you everything was fine - especially with him right there with you - but how could he really?

Finally surrendering to your heavy lids that refused to stay open a minute longer, he watched as you quietly slept. Tears silently dripping down his face at the thought of almost losing you. The only person he could think to call was Genie, knowing - or hoping - you’d potentially discussed feeling depressed or overwhelmed with her.

“I’m sorry to call you over so late, I just…I know she’s been struggling with the move and then the dreams, but I thought everything was good now.” His eyes begin to water again as he grips the edge of the island. “She was back to Y/N, but then this happens and now…I-I don’t know what to do aunt Genie.”

“It’s gonna be okay Andrew, we’re gonna figure this out. Now, tell me again everything that happened.”

“She was in the tub when I got home and seemed happy. I went to take a call that took 10 minutes, at most, and by the time I came back she…”

“Take your time.”

He takes a breath, standing a bit straighter to quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. “She was underwater and she wasn’t breathing. Then when she came to she started talking about Laurie-,”

“Laurie? What about her?”

“That she was the one who pulled her under and who’s been in her dreams,” he explains passing his hand through his already unruly strands. Genie stays quiet, lightly tapping her thumbs against the black mug halfway filled with water thinking back to everything you told her over coffee a few days ago. “I didn’t think she was comparing herself so much to her.”

After your outing, you made your aunt swear she wouldn’t say anything to Andy. And if he asked, as far as she knew, your nightmares were just from stress and would eventually pass.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto that promise though. Not now after what happened.

“I’m thinking it might be a bit of postpartum depression just manifesting in different ways. In the morning I’ll call her doctor and see if we can possibly get her admitted to the Wellness Center.”

“Andy,” Genie sighs, “Don’t-,”

“I don’t want to send her, but what choice do I have? There she’ll have time to get better. Get the help she needs.”

“She’s not insane Andy. What she’s talking about - being haunted - is real. Whether you believe it or not,” your aunt states. From the way he crosses his arms in front of his chest appearing a mix of exhausted and frustrated, she sees he unsurprisingly doesn’t.

“Ghosts, spirits, whatever you wanna call them don’t exist.”

“They do. I’ve seen it firsthand enough times that when I first came here and saw my niece like that, I knew what was happening. The dreams just confirmed-,”

Andy’s heard enough, angrily slamming his hand down on the countertop startling your aunt - and waking Eli from the sound of his cries. How could she not see you needed help? Professional help. Not some “hocus pocus” nonsense.

“Y/N is sick! This isn’t some storybook fairytale! I’m not waiting around while my wife practically deteriorates in front of me! Not again!,” he shouts.

The sudden darkness from the power shutting off feels like a bad omen as a sudden chill runs over your aunt while your husband curses under his breath searching the drawers for a flashlight.

“Probably just the wind messing with the lines. I’ll be back.”

“Andy…,” your aunt calls in a warning tone, but he continues towards the basement.

“I’ll be fine. Check on Eli then both of you go to our bedroom and stay there while I try to figure out what’s going on, okay?”

Her intuition knew this was more than just faulty lights. So badly she wanted to give Andy a little shake before forcing him to bring his family to her house where they would be safe. But - knowing it’s all she could do - she only nodded, watching as the stubborn lawyer passed through the creaky door next to the hall closet and descended down the steps. His feet thudding against the light wood until she couldn’t hear them anymore.

•

“Dammit,” Andy whispers to himself frustratedly trying the switches on the breaker once again. Still, nothing happened.

If it truly was the the power lines, utility workers would come but probably not until the morning. Maybe you and Eli could stay with your aunt for the rest of the night and tomorrow while he sta-

“Andy,” a familiar voice whispers making him quickly turn with the flashlight beaming into the darkness in front of him. It calls again making his brows furrow as he steps closer in the direction the voice was coming from.

“Y/N? Baby you don’t need to be down h-,” he begins but immediately stops feeling his blood and every cell in his body run cold at the sight of his ex-wife. She appeared in exactly the same shape he last saw her the morning of the accident. Brunette hair tucked behind her ears and stopping just past her shoulder blades. Her brown eyes bright as she gazed at him with a soft smile on her lips and arms out calling him forward.

“Come home Andy.”

He’s dumbfounded and unable to speak watching his ex-wife step closer and closer in her shin-length white dress reminiscent of a negligee. His mind struggling to understand how this could be. Before she can touch his hand, the basement door up the steps opens to show a flashlight bouncing with every step down.

“Andy? You okay?,” Genie calls halfway down the staircase.

Just as fast as she appeared, she’s gone again leaving him more stunned with heart pounding in his chest than when she was in front of him.

You were right.

Laurie was the plague eating at you since you moved in and it was all inadvertently because of him. Her continued love that turned into possessiveness unable to see him moved on and happy with someone else.

“Andy…what happened?” Now in front of him, Genie had seen the look on his face enough times to recognize he saw something unexplainable. It was similar to the one on her own father’s face all those years ago waking up from his time with the woman after her mother.

“Y/N and Eli,” he mutters trying to rush past, but Genie grabs hold of his arm to stop him.

“They’re fine and still sleeping. What did you see?”

“…it was her. I-I saw Laurie.”

“And what happened?”

“She told me to come home. W-What does she mean?”

“Probably that she wants you to come with her on that side. Be a family again.”

Andy would never regret his time with Laurie. Although it had its rough moments, there was still happiness. She was his first love who gave him his first child and was there for the biggest moments of his life. A piece of his heart would always hold her place til the day he passed on.

You though? You were his saving grace restoring light and love in his life when he thought there couldn’t possibly be anymore. You healed his soul and gave him a new family when he didn’t feel worthy of one anymore. You didn’t just own his heart, you were his heart. Every little thing about you - even the things you hated and tried to hide - kept him breathing and every part of him moving and able to function.

You - and now Eli - were his reason to live, and he’d be damned if anyone tried to take you from him or vice versa.

“And how do I get her to stop?,” he asks more determined now to end Laurie’s presence in his home.

“Something of hers that’s in your possession is still holding her to you. Whether it’s a picture, note-,”

“Her ring,” he whispers mentally kicking himself for keeping it in the first place.

“Okay then, we need to destroy it. Burn it while also chanting a cleansing prayer that will rid her from this side and send her on,” Genie explains as he follows along appearing more receptive this time than in the kitchen moments ago. “Give me the ring and I’ll-,”

Andy shakes his head. “No, this is for me to do. I caused this and it’s me she’s after, so I need to handle it.”

“That’s very commendable, but you don’t know what you’re up against Andrew. It’s dangerous and you not having dealt with this before could end very bad.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see what happens then, because I’m not leaving this house until she’s gone and my family is safe.”

|Day 27|

Your head feels woozy waking up to the sound of birds chirping and a single beam of sun coming through the split in the thick curtains. Stretching out your arm in search of your husband, you’re a bit disappointed not to feel his body or see him as you turn to what would be his side.

That’s when your vision settles and you realize you’re not home. No longer in your bed - and definitely not in your room - recognizing the standing lamp in the corner of the room qualms your oncoming worries while you carefully sit up with your back against the headboard.

“A-Aunt Genie?!,” you call leaning forward to try to hear any noise from the rest of the house. Soon you can tell the shuffle of her feet down the hall as she babbles with baby Eli to make him laugh.

“Let’s see how mommy’s doing,” she whispers to your son before opening the door and cutting on the nearby lamp. “Hey, how ya feeling babygirl?”

“A little off because of the meds, but good.” Handing Eli to you as she sits on the side of the bed, he easily brings a wide smile to your face with his own gummy one happy to be back in your arms again. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle and nose scrunches remind you so much of your husband who was currently missing. “Where’s Andy?”

“He’s uh back at the house.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

Taking a slight pause, she tries to figure out the best way to break everything to you. With every option though, she doesn’t see it ending well and worries herself about your possible setback.

“How much of last night do you remember?,” she carefully asks.

“Well, I fed this one,” you begin, tickling Eli in that spot under his chin that always had the biggest grin appearing on his face along with his adorable giggle. “Put him to bed, then I-,”

Your hand reaches for your neck remembering the tight grip that almost took this day away from you. Almost took you away from your family.

Noticing your mood fall, Genie is quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders and squeeze just the right amount for your comfort. “It’s alright, you’re safe.”

“W-Why did Andy stay home? And why are we here?”

“Because he’s getting rid of Laurie. For good.”

“By himself?!”

“I warned him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she explains. “He said it was something he had to do, so I gave him the most explicit directions I could and he told me to take you and Eli.” Now that you think about it, at some point in the night it seemed you could feel his soft lips on your temple. You just wrote it off as a dream, but hearing what he did makes you believe the opposite. That maybe it was for just in case that’d be his last chance to do such a small action.

Thinking about it makes your eyes begin to water as you try to focus on your calm baby boy lying in your arms. The pain in your heart grows by the minute though only able to think of Andy.

“Have you heard from him since?”

She shakes her head. The silence around the both of you nearly painful as you expect the worst seeing that it was already almost 12 in the afternoon.

“I need to go back.”

“No, I’ll go back. You-,”

The sudden knock on the front door has both of your heads whipping in the direction of the heavy sound curious of who it could be. Of course you wished it was your husband; safe, sound, and excited to bring his family home, but from the glare of a flashing blue and red light you could feel your world begin to crumble.

“Wait here,” your aunt instructs swiftly sliding from the bed to hurry down the hall. The faint clicks of the locks carry to your room along with her polite, “Hello officer.” You lean forward trying to hear more, but it’s only whispers which confirms your earlier suspicions.

A lone tear slides down your cheek as you hold Eli a bit closer to your chest. He’s blissfully oblivious to what’s going on - how their lives would surely change with the loss of a truly wonderful and loving man - which only makes your heart break more.

Leaving a peck on his forehead, you gently begin rocking your baby back and forth trying to focus on something else other than your hurt. Your tears now falling heavier and lips quivering.

“We’re gonna be okay sweet boy. I promise.”

“Could’ve sworn I said the same to you.”

Looking up to see your husband again is the greatest relief you’ve experienced, smiling wide and not caring how much of a mess you may look with tears on your face and nose running.

He’s quick to press his lips against Eli’s forehead and making him giggle from tickling his belly before they’re on yours savoring your taste while also showing how much he missed you. A small whimper echoing in his throat from you accidentally bumping the cut on his bottom one. “Sorry.”

He chuckles, “It’s worth it.”

There’s a cut over his eyebrow covered by a bandage and bruises littering his skin from his face, down to his arms - and possibly lower from how dirty his pants look. The way he carefully sits on the bed and winces every now and then you can tell he’s also sore.

“What happened?”

“As you can probably tell she put up a fight. Ended up setting off the security system just as I finished the prayer and knocking me out in the process. Because they couldn’t get me, they sent police out who found me and called the ambulance.”

“But no one called me.”

“Because I told them not to. It was already late and I knew that pill would have you out for the rest of the night. Plus they would’ve just kept questioning you like they did me. They think it was a home invasion, and I just went along with it.”

But both of you know better, and it’s a secret that’ll forever stay between you.

“So now what? S-She’s really gone?”

“Well,” Andy sighs taking a now sleeping Eli from your arms to hold against his chest - needing to feel that rapid patter of his little boy’s heart to remind him how he truly made it back to his loves - before wrapping an arm around your shoulder while you carefully sink into his side, “as for the police, they’ll more than likely give up since they won’t find anything and I’ll tell them that’s okay. As for Laurie, we won’t have any problems from her.”

That sentence alone brings tears to your eyes again finally being done with her torment. No more scars - be it physical or mental - and nothing trying to separate you from Andy.

Hopefully through everything you’ve experienced you’ve proven to the universe how bonded you truly are, and can have true peace with the man you love so much.

“I hope you’re right,” you whisper feeling your eyes begin to flutter close after leaving a peck on his chest.

“If I’m not, I won’t stop until my family’s safe. I promised you that, and I’ll die before that gets broken.”

*So I’ve had this in my drafts since last Halloween (yes you read that right😓) and finally got the motivation to finish it☺️! I hope you guys like this little intro story to my spooky season line up (yes I’m starting now so hopefully I can get more out than I could last year lol).

[our-marvel-universe]

Flowers Drabble

Shout out to @navybrat817 and @darkficsyouneveraskedfor for hosting this awesome @the-slumberparty because my muse is awake and thriving!!

This drabble is for the week 1 challenge - I picked a bouquet of flowers.

A/N - reader has no physical description (I didn't even use pronouns.) I picked this gif for the overall vibe

Pairing: ANDY BARBER x READER 

Warnings: nothing but fluff

WC: 404

Your favorite flowers are on the table. Andy can’t remember if he’s ever had fresh flowers before. But you loved them which means Andy is now on a first name basis with your favorite florist. It wasn’t just flowers either, you had a serious green thumb. That's what drew you to this house, the spacious yard perfect for a garden. One which he expects to be massive. Honestly you could take up the whole yard if you wanted to, he wouldn’t mind. As long as it makes you happy. They say having plants increases your overall happiness. But Andy knows it’s not the plants, any happiness he feels now is all thanks to you. 

 You are so full of love and joy and laughter. You literally wrote happy endings for a living and now you were giving him his. After everything he had been through. All the suffering and the loss, you pulled him out of the darkness and back into the land of the living. He wasn’t sure he would ever be able to repay you for all you’ve given him, but he also knows you would scold him for even thinking that way. 

You once told him “Love isn’t tit for tat,  it’s an ocean seemingly endless with big crashing waves, sometimes violent storms, often moments of stillness, but always beautiful.” That line he later learned was from one of your books, but he wasn’t going to hold that against you. Just like you weren’t one to hold anything against him. 

You didn‘t see his past, the trauma and the headlines, you saw Andy as he was. You saw him as all that he had the potential to be, Your love allowed him to let go of his past and begin to plan for the future. 

So yes, he bought this house, the one you were clearly desperate for even though it was a bit of a fixer upper. And yes he’s been living with you in your cute, albeit cramped apartment while waiting for the renovations to be finished. And of course he agreed when you insisted the plants had to be moved before all the boxes that were taking over your one bedroom apartment. 

It wasn’t easy but he’d do it again if it meant he ended up here. Dancing with you in the living room of your new home. The place where you two will build your life together.

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: part 6 ~ Ari Levinson fic

A/N - This is my first proper multiple chapter story which came to me while watching a Bollywood movie. It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

Warning: Please read this before reading the story. 18+, smut, sex… etc

Ari's alarm rang, making him moan as the noise was too loud. He yawned, getting up and rubbing his eyes walking towards the bathroom. He had a massive headache and quickly showered, brushed his teeth before making a strong cup of coffee.

20 minutes later he was sitting in his car driving to work, there was so much traffic all the horn sounds were making his head hurt. While sitting in traffic, he opened the glove compartment and took two ibuprofen and downed the last of his coffee. 

Shortly after, he arrived at the university. Ari parked his car, grabbing his bag and ID, putting on his sunglasses before walking in. He scanned his ID, going through the barriers and rushed straight to the staff room for another cup of coffee. 

He poured himself a large mug of coffee, taking his sunglasses off and walked over to Steve, Jenson, Andy, Clark and Frank who all stood near the vending machine. He said his hello looking at everyone just staring at him. Steve broke the silence and spoke, 

"How did the wife take it that you came home drunk," Steve said, patting his back and getting Ari to choke on his coffee. 

"What? I'm not married. What are you talking about," Ari said, his eyes widened looking at the men all shocked. 

"So who was the lady who kept calling you last night then," Jenson said curiously, thinking he would have a shot with her. Ari grabbed his phone out of his back pocket and looked at the calls from last night, and blushed.  

"Look he is blushing just thinking of her," Frank said, making the others chuckle. 

"Yeah Ari tell us who she is," Steve said, elbowing Ari.

"It's no one guys, just a friend," Ari said not wanting to talk about this anymore. 

"Was it the girl you were moaning in your sleep," Jensen said, making Ari quirk an eyebrow at him.

"What, when did I do that," Ari said, confused about the whole situation. Jensen took his phone out and played a video of Ari sleeping in the back of the car and August holding his head up, you can hear him moan her name. Ari blushed, wanting to disappear into a black whole, while few of the others laughed. 

"Oh no, Ari has a crush," Colin and Jensen said in unison, making Ari again blush, his feelings for Nadfy growing stronger. 

"So Ari who is she, if she is not your wife. We are all friends here," Frank said. 

"She is just a friend, I met her at the train station on my first day to work. The way she walked onto the platform, her hair blowing in the wind. It took my breath away,"

"You are in love, you are in love," Clark sang, and everyone chuckled singing along.

"No guys, stop it" he said, wanting to hide away from the rowdy schoolboy kids who are professors. The university bell rang, and most of the teachers left to go teach while Ari and Andy had the first period off so went to the canteen to get some food.

"Everything ok Ari," Andy said sitting down with a bowl of chaat in front of him.

"Kinda man, you know Maddy. You know the girl you met at the clothes shop. I like her a lot," Ari quickly said, taking a few gulps of his coffee. 

"That's nice, have you asked her out," Andy said after taking another spoonful of chaat in his mouth. 

"No man, what if she will reject me," Ari said, scratching the back of his head. 

"I don't think she will, why don't you try," Andy said, letting Ari try some of the chaat. 

"Andy, can I ask about your love story," Ari said, seeing a huge smile across Andy's face. 

"Of course you can, we have been married for 4 years this Saturday. I met her at a Gujarati festival navratri 6 years ago. My close friends where all going to this festival and wanted me to join them. I was reluctant at first but then putting the Indian outfit on and learning dandiya with my friends was so fun. I saw Y/N dance, doing all those intricate moves that mesmerized me. I even asked her to do dandiya with me, at first she said no but later on joined my friends and it was love at first sight," Andy said his heart beating fast and a high grin plastered on his face. 

"That all sounds wonderful Andy, what does she do," Ari said watching Andy talk with such joy in his voice. 

"She is my cutie 5ft nerd. She is a web designer/coder working for World India, here let me show you some pictures," Andy said, grabning his phone and unlocking it to show Ari pictures of his wife, smiling while explaining each photo. 

"She looks beautiful Andy, I want the same with Maddy," he said looking at Andy's smile shutting his phone.

"Ari you like Maddy a lot, I can see from the way you talk about her to me. Ask her out man, if you don't then how will she know you like her," Andy said seeing Ari look nervous and worried.

"I haven't ask out a girl in a long time, what if she says no," Ari said rubbing his eyes, yawning. 

"Why don't you facetime her, talk about random things first then tell her you really like her and like to go on a date. See where the conversation goes and take it from there," Andy said, getting up to get a little more chaat. 

"If she agrees, any ideas for a first date. I haven't dated anyone in 4 years," Ari said looking at Andy who was willing to help him out. 

"You could call her to your place and cook for her. Make something simple and talk about life back home. Make the date comfortable for the both off you," Andy said and Ari nodded his head somewhat agreeing to what he said. 

"What shall I cook her, I'm not a great cook you know," Ari said scratching the back of his head. 

"Simple, let me send you a recipe I made my wife on the first date, it was tacos and she loved it," Andy said smiling at Ari who looked nervous. 

"I love tacos, they shouldn't be that hard to make, do send me the recipe," Ari said thinking of making some margaritas to drink. 

"Oh and Ari, if you run through any issues, send me a text and my wife and I will come over to help out," Andy said looking at his watch to see it was nearly time for his lesson. 

"Oh before we leave to go teach, I have been talking about you a lot to my wife and she would like to invite you over for dinner. If you're free on Thursday evening, I can take you straight after class. She is making her famous Khichdi and Kadhi, you will love it," Andy said and Ari grabbed his phone to look at his calendar to see if he was free and agreed to come over for dinner. 

Both of them went opposite directions to their class to start teaching. It was going to be a long day and all Ari could think about was Maddy. 

[adoreyouusugar]

Does anyone remember that Chris Evans fic I think it was under Ari Levinson or Andy Barber where the reader asks them to be especially rough and maybe even hit them during sex as a sort of release and the CEvans character doesn’t really seem to be all that into it but does it for the sake of their partner being able to get a release and then they apologize afterwards for it even though the readers asks for it

I think the title was under like “ don’t understand “ or something like that because the CEvans character really want into the degrading of their partner because like I said the partner wanted the man to be especially vile in a way but I know for sure it wasn’t Lloyd Hansen because well that would work too well wouldn’t it

[cevansbrat0007]

What's Eating You, Mr. Barber?

Summary: You decide to test your man's patience with a prank you saw on TikTok. CLICK HERE to check out Ari Levinson's reaction to the same prompt.

Warnings: Mature Themes, References to Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, TikTok Hijinks, Bickering, Manhandling, Ass Slapping, Daddy Kink, Allusions to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

It’s hard for you to put into words just how much you love playing pranks on your unsuspecting husband. And after downloading TikTok, you’d discovered that the app was home to an online treasure trove of practical jokes designed to make your loved one’s head spin. While it had taken a few days for you to settle on the right prank, you were pretty confident that the one you’d chosen would earn you a fun reaction from Andy without you having to risk your ass in the process. 

You find yourself grinning as you take your time prepping dinner, humming a little tune as you peel and press even more fresh garlic for your homemade tomato sauce. Tonight’s family dinner of spaghetti and meatballs promised to be very interesting. Which was why you’d also taken the liberty of setting up two hidden cameras – one in the dining room and one right here in your kitchen. 

As of now, you had no plans to post this on your channel. But you also didn’t want to miss a minute of your man’s reaction. Until then all you had to do was play it cool for a couple more hours.

Later that Evening…

“Baby Girl, are you sure you don’t need any help?” Your husband asks after watching you make what easily had to be your third trip from the kitchen into the dining room. 

Any other night you would’ve said yes, but not this one. Tonight you were flying solo. The cameras were already on and recording – you’d taken care of that before you’d started setting the table – and so far Andy hadn’t noticed a thing.

Hopefully you’d be able to keep it that way until it was time for the big reveal. 

“No thanks, Big Man. This Mama only has to make one more trip and then we’ll be ready to eat.”  You tell him before sitting two plates on the table in front of your two youngest children. You were down a kid tonight thanks to your oldest, Bianca, being away at a sleepover.  

Andy nods before leaning over to adjust the small hand towel you’d previously tucked into the front of your three-year-old son’s t-shirt. Not that it really mattered all that much since you were positive he’d be swimming in sauce before the meal was over. But what kind of mother would you be if you didn’t at least try?

Biting your lip in anticipation, you scamper back into the kitchen to grab dinner for you and your husband. Andy’s plate was piled high with a generous serving of spaghetti and meatballs. Meanwhile, you give yourself hardly any. 

And therein was the so-called prank. Earlier this week, you’d spent the better part of several hours gleefully watching as dozens of girlfriends and wives proceeded to serve their man impressive looking portions before sitting next to them with virtually empty plates for themselves. Many of the reactions had ranged from hilarious to heartwarming, with only a few dickish exceptions. 

Glancing over your shoulder to ensure you weren’t being watched, you pick up various pans and quietly place them in your oven and out of sight. For this to actually work, Andy would have to believe that there wasn’t enough for seconds or leftovers. Once that’s done, you square your shoulders and confidently march back into the dining room with dishes in hand. 

“I’m back.” You announce, placing a piping hot plate in front of Andy before taking your own seat at the table. “I tried something different with my sauce this time, so everybody dig in and tell me what you think.” 

Andy absentmindedly rubs his palms together as he stares down at the fragrant heap of spaghetti before him. Silently, you will him to look over at what you’d served yourself, but you force yourself to remain quiet so as not to give yourself away. 

“This smells amazing, sweetheart.” Your husband tells you, reaching for a piece of garlic bread. “I’ve been excited for this meal since you told me you texted me at 10:00am.”

“Glad to hear it, Daddy” You pick up the little bowl of parmesan you’d set out and hand it to your middle daughter, Katrina. “What does everybody else think?”

You take a brief glance around the table while you wait for feedback. And although you make a point of not looking at your husband, it’s impossible to miss the way he’s now staring at your nearly empty plate.

“Ooh.” You inwardly squeal, stopping just short of clapping your hands. “It’s starting!” 

“What’s up with this?” His tone is rife with confusion, which only grows when you decide to ignore him in favor of dipping a small piece of bread into some sauce. “Hey – stop!”

“What?” When you finally deign to return his gaze. You have to choke back a laugh as you watch a bewildered Andy comically gesture between your two plates.

“What the fu–fudge,” he swiftly corrects, “is going on with your plate?”

“What do you mean?” You aim to keep your tone light and breezy.

Your husband lets out a frustrated sigh. “Where’s the rest of your food?” He jabs at your plate with his fork, holding up the half of a meatball you’d allowed yourself.

“This was all that was left.” You tell him with a shrug.

“What the hell are you talking about?” His confusion continues to mount even as pauses long enough to grab a napkin to wipe at his son’s increasingly messy fingers. “There was plenty of spaghetti left on the stove.” While he’s occupied you quickly check on little Rory, who appears to be faring slightly better.

“Not really.” 

“Baby…” Andy pins you with a knowing look, one that you readily return.

“What? I…” You trail off, pretending to think. “After I realized BiBi wouldn’t be here tonight, I made some adjustments to the recipe. Turns out I didn’t make enough, so…” Another shrug. “This was all there was after I made everyone else’s plates.” 

Andy is uncharacteristically quiet as leans back in his chair. Meanwhile, your children are busy staring at you, each of them sporting tiny, furrowed brows. Pursing your lips, you set your fork down on your plate and reach for your drink. 

“You can have some of mine, Mama.” KitCat offers before sweetly pushing her plate towards you. The unexpected gesture touches your heart in more ways than one. Not to be outdone, your three-year-old twins also follow suit. 

“That’s okay, babies. I’m perfectly fine.” You reassure them, swallowing the lump in your throat. “Besides, this is all I need and –”

“Thanks kiddos.” Your husband kindly interrupts as he places his napkin on the table. “That was very sweet of you, wanting to take care of your Mama like that.” His brilliant blue eyes beam with pride as he speaks. “But Daddy’s got this one.” 

You’re momentarily taken aback when he stands, picking up his plate as he does. And you’re even more surprised when he motions for you to do the same.

“Can I see you in the kitchen for a moment?”

“Andrew, sweetheart, it’s okay. I promise.”

“Now, please.” It’s an order, that much you know. But at least your handsome ogre has enough sense to take on the word “please” at the end of it.      

“Fine.” You huff before standing and following him out of the room, although not before encouraging your children to keep eating while you’re gone. Just because it was Friday doesn’t mean it was time to dispense their normal bedtime routines.

You were only playing a prank, not embracing total anarchy. 

Once in the kitchen, you each take up residence in opposing corners. But of course, you’re careful enough to avoid blocking the view of the camera. 

“Baby Girl.” Andy exhales, his fingers coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Do you really mean to tell me that there’s no food left? You really made all that pasta and there’s nothing?”

“Yes, Andrew.” You lie without missing a beat. “I already told you. I trimmed down the recipe because –”

“Because Bianca is gone. Yes, I heard you.” He sets his dish down on the counter, openly scrutinizing it. 

“So then what’s the problem?” You rest your back against your pantry while you wait for him to respond. 

“The problem – my problem –” Andy is quick to amend, shaking his head. “– is that you expect me to sit back and watch you starve while everyone else eats. And I don’t like it.” He scrubs a weary hand over his beard. “Hand me your plate, beautiful.”

“Why?” It’s impossible to keep the suspicion out of your voice. 

“Because I don’t need all of this.” He grunts, taking the plate out of your hands when you don’t comply fast enough. “In fact, I don’t need any of it. You eat and I’ll order myself a pizza after we put the kids down.”

“Andy!” You scoff, which comes out on the heels of a laugh. 

“What?” The man is clearly confused by your dismissal of his offer. “I am capable of handling myself, okay? My hands work just fine.” He grates out, making a show of holding up a large, lightly calloused palm.

“But I…I made that plate for you.” You were seconds away from caving and you both knew it. 

“And I’m telling you, my wonderful wife, that I want you to have it.”

“Oh, you really don’t have to –” You begin, wrapping your arms around yourself. It was time to fess up.

“Fine.” Andy breathes, taking a second to roll his broad shoulders. “Then we’ll split it.” He reaches for your hand, pulling you into his warm embrace so that he can whisper in your ear. “And then, after we put the kids down, we’ll order ourselves a pizza. Maybe open up a bottle of wine while we wait.”

“Yeah?” You murmur, relaxing as you bury your face in his chest. 

God, he always smelled so good.  

“Mhm.” He continues, nuzzling his nose against your curls. “And then, once we’re all giggly and buzzed, I’ll convince you to let me make love to you in front of the fireplace. We can even set up a booby trap so that we pretend like the children don’t exist.”

“Wow.” You can’t stop the giggle that bubbles its way past your lps. “Andy Bear, that sounds amazing. But I’m afraid I can’t.”

“Why the fuck not?” He rumbles as his brawny arms tighten around your smaller frame. You were pushing your District Attorney beyond his breaking point.

“Because.” Squirming out of his hold, you dance your way towards the oven in preparation for the big reveal. Hopefully your husband would be a good sport about all of this.

“Because?” 

“Because…” You draw out the word, even as you go to open the oven to show him what’s inside. “There’s actually plenty of dinner leftover. See?” You throw your arms wide, but force yourself to stop just short of adding spirit fingers because you suspected he wouldn’t appreciate it.

“Baby, I swear…” Andy sighs, his hands slowly sinking into the pockets of his charcoal-colored slacks as he rocks back on his heels. Most likely to keep himself from strangling you, his lovely wife. “Why–what would possess you to lie about something like this?”

“First off, sweetheart, it’s called a prank.” You bridge the gap between your bodies so that you can wrap your arms around his trim waist. “And secondly, I saw it on TikTok. Ever heard of it?” 

He glares down at you, which has you instinctively clenching your thighs together. That’s part of the reason you loved riling up your Big Man.

Being a brat got your motor running. 

“I take it you have.” You stand on your tiptoes to kiss away his frown. “Well, I fell down the rabbit hole the other day while the kids were napping. There’s this whole, like, subsection that’s just pranks. And the latest one involved these women pranking their guys by serving them a huge plate of food, and then pretending like there’s nothing left for them to eat. The reactions were super entertaining, so I figured I’d test it out, you know? Just for fun.”

You grace him with your most dazzling smile, but unfortunately, he’s still having none of it. His frown only deepens as he tilts his face up towards the ceiling in an effort to summon all of his remaining patience. 

“Are you mad?” Your teeth sink into your bottom lip while you wait for his answer.

“Yep.”

“C’mon, Andy Bear!” You pout before placing your hands on his biceps to give him a light shake.”Where’s your sense of humor?”

“Pretty sure I lost it the day you decided torturing me was your new favorite pastime.” He grumbles, although there doesn’t appear to be any heat in his words. “In fact, I have a feeling you just gave me several new grays.”

“Oh, don’t you dare blame me for those.” You tell him, playfully rolling your eyes at his dramatics. “I’ll have you know that you came home with those. I spotted ‘em the moment you walked through the door.” Your sassy response earns you a sharp crack to your ass, making you wince.

“Ow!” 

“Brat.” He grouses, even as he presses a sweet kiss to your nose. 

“Guilty as charged.” You hum, weaving your arms around his neck. “Besides, I had a feeling you wouldn’t let me starve.”

“Not sure it’s even possible to fail that challenge, Baby Girl. I mean, you’re my wife. My partner in crime. Did you really expect me to just let you go hungry?”

“You’d be surprised.” You mutter, making a mental note to show him a few videos featuring some of the men who’d actually failed the test. “But thankfully you didn’t. And neither did the kiddos. Which is why I will graciously allow you all to sleep inside tonight.”

You let out a tiny yelp when Andy suddenly grabs your ass with both hands, squeezing hard as he lifts you up. Unsure of what else to do, you immediately lock your legs around his waist. Right now you were just going along for the ride.  

“Now is that any way to talk to Daddy?” Andy lovingly captures your mouth, lightly stroking his along the seam of your lips. “Especially after you played such a mean trick?” His once clouded blue eyes are now filled with mischief. 

“Oh, I’m not sorry. But if it helps, I am willing to delete the video.” Your husband’s eyes go wide, letting you know that he hadn’t even considered the prospect of being recorded. So you keep talking, hoping to distract him. “And I still wanna get you drunk and take advantage of you after we put the children down for the night.” You run your fingers through his neatly coiffed hair, lightly scratching at his scalp with your nail.

“I don’t know if I should trust you.” He eyes you warily, making clear that he still hasn’t quite recovered from your earlier betrayal. 

“What if…” You lean in close, lightly nipping at his earlobe. “I could find it in my heart to apologize between then and now? How does that sound, Big Man?”

“I mean I might be interested.” Andy shrugs, gently setting you on the counter before bracing his muscled arms on either side of you. “Out of curiosity, just what kind of apology are we talking about?” He gazes at you with lust-filled eyes, eagerly anticipating your response.

“The kind that’s best offered while on my knees, wearing nothing but a flimsy pair of thigh highs and garters.” You know you’ve got him when you hear him groan low in his throat.  

“Fucky, baby.” Your husband hisses, burying his face in the valley between your breasts as his imagination suddenly kicks into overdrive. “Can you be sorry enough to wear the heels too? You know the ones I’m talking about.”

Oh. You knew exactly which ones he was talking about.

“I think so.” You murmur, stroking a tender hand along his back as he struggles to regain his composure.   

“Then we’ve got ourselves a deal.” He grips your hips before kindly helping you down. “Now let’s go get those kids fed and off to bed.” Andy grabs your hand, tugging you behind him as you head back to the dining room to see about your babies. 

“Slow down, Andrew.” You laugh as your legs scramble to keep up. 

“No can do, Baby Girl.” He grunts, picking up his pace. “Daddy’s really looking forward to that apology. So be sure to eat up because…” He trails off when he comes face-to-face with his sauce covered little ones. “...You’re gonna need all of your strength.”

“You can count on it.”

END

[sstan-hoe]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — today's your birthday and your handsome husband invited his bestfriend over to gift you a special present

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, minors dni, spanking, oral (f receiving), authority kink, dirt talk – like a lot, threesome obviously, light degrading and praise

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — so this was originally for @georgiapeach30513 as a birthday gift but sadly it took forever to finish!! I still hope you enjoy it 😂, follow @sstanhoe-updates if you wanna know when I post turn on notifications! Like, reblog and comment !!!! some thinks may not make sense but I hope they do cuz I was tired while ending this thing

You woke up from the feeling of soft kisses between your shoulder plates. Slowly opening your eyes, you looked into the piercing blue eyes of your husband. "Good morning my love," he whispered against your lips before sealing them with a kiss.

“Are you ready for today?” He asked once you broke the kiss. “Well, I'm very curious about what you have planned…,” you giggled.

Your husband stood up from the bed which was when you noticed he was in an apron. He turned around and walked out of the bedroom calling, “stay in bed!”

You watched him walk away, your eyes wide as you saw that he wore nothing but the apron. That man was going to be the death of you.

“Okay, now close your eyes!” complying you closed your eyes smiling, your man walked around the bed and the next thing you felt was a soft satin fabric across your eyes and bound behind your back.

Excitement flooded your veins as his hands trail down your shoulders to your naked chest. A shiver run down your spine at his icy hands gracing your nipples that hardened in an instant and a shaky escaped your lips.

His hands traced further down your body, “good thing I left you bare last night huh?” he questioned with a smirk, “you always do,” chuckling at your answer he pushed the duvet away.

The cool air hit your prickling heat. You felt him leave the bed and assumed he rounded it as you felt the bed dip in front of you and rough hands gently pulling you down.

Thumb pressing over the nub of your clit he pulled another moan from you. He rubbed circles combined with his tongue sliding in and out of your heat.

A light wave of air fell against your pussy only increasing the fire within her. You moaned loudly as his tongue latched onto your throbbing cunt, diving inside your soft walls.

Your hand found its way into his fluffy hair gripping the strands strongly. A throaty groan left his mouth.

If it weren’t for the pleasure consuming every cell of your body you would have noticed that his hair was shorter and so was the beard, only a faint stubble left. His thumb pressed harder onto your sensitive clit before he removed his hand receiving a whine from you.

His big hands took your hand and placed it on your stomach while you gripped the bed sheets with the other.

Keeping the hand secured on your stomach he used the tip of his nose to nudge you weeping core. His tongue moved up and down your pussy, occasionally closed his mouth around your labia sucking harshly. All of your senses screamed, you could only concentrate on the pleasure brought by you from him and you were close to finishing.

“Andy,” you whimpered as you felt your knot tightening.

Lips pressed against the shell of your ear, “you wanna come my love?” you tried to nod desperately but your head was empty already. Andy's hand stroked your cheek tenderly.

“Then come for him, come for Bucky…,” at the drop of the name everything in you stopped. Promptly you set up ripping the blindfold from your eyes. You looked down and there he was, James Buchanan Barnes with his mouth covered in your juice.

“Hiya, doll.” Bucky grinned up at you.

You had no idea how to react. It had always had this little fantasy of yours to have a threesome with Andy and his bestfriend; Bucky.

The fantasy first came up when Andy and you had date night and you got tipsy revealing this secret to him but hope Andy would have forgotten it by now. Another day you had a chat about your boundaries, for both of you it was important to communicate, and you gave consent on surprises however if something did happen you didn’t like there was a save word.

“Do you like your birthday present my love?” Andy whispered, his hand stroking your stomache in a smoothing manner.

Your speechlessness caused Andy to worry and Bucky catched on, “doll if you don’t want this I can go, and we forget this ever happened.” “Bucky is right my love, we can stop right now.” Your husband added.

“No, no…I want this,” you muttered as you gained your thoughts back. Andy took your hand in his, “are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure,” smiling at him you squeezed his hand.

Bucky looked up at you with the same on his mind, “it’s okay, I promise Buck,” “the moment you’re uncomfortable-,” “I say the save word, seems like Andy filled you all in.” Bucky chuckled at your answer and nodded.

The former soldier pulled of his glove revealing his metal arm, a big part of your fantasies. “Come on man! We’re completely naked and you take off your glove?” Andy cut through your thoughts, and you had to agree with him. “You want me to take off my clothes doll?” his ocean blue eyes caused you to fall into a daze.

A firm hand on your chin pulled you back, “tell me doll, tell me what I should do.” Your breath hitched, Andy gave your hips a firm squeeze to give you a shot of confidence.

“Take your clothes off,” you ordered Bucky while trying to keep your voice steady. With a smirk Bucky obeyed and stood up starting to remove his blue henley followed by his dark jeans which only left him in his boxers. “All of it,” you added your voice slipping.

“Nah, you gotta earn it now.” Looking at him dumbfounded something snapped in you, “no, no. You told me to say what I want, and I want you to take all of your clothes off.”

Without missing a beat Andy gave you a smack on your thighs receiving a yelp from you, “behave or the fun’s over,” he growled. Bucky on the other found you amusing, “don’t worry Andy, I can handle it,” he reassured his friend before turning you, “did the excitement make you dumb already? I never said to tell me what you want me to do, I said tell me what I should do. I want and should is quite the difference doll.”

Andy couldn’t stop his laughter when he saw your expression, not only did you have a smart mouth outside the bed but also in bed and mix that with your bratty attitude you get a little sex monster as Andy liked to call it.

“I know the difference between the words,” you snapped receiving another slap on your thigh. “I’ve got enough of your attitude, we’ve got a guest and you’re acting like a brat,” Andy scowled you. Bucky watched the whole interaction with a grin, his metal hand sneaked up your thigh as you glared at Andy.

His middle finger slid up your slit collecting your juice with a knowing glint in his eyes before entering your leaking hole. The sudden intrusion caused you to gasp loudly, Bucky curled his finger hitting the exact spot.

Bucky added another finger as he looked up at you, “that shut your smart mouth for now?”

You wanted to sass him but were scared he’d take his fingers away and the second he added his tongue on your clit your head was empty.

Andy watched with admiration how Bucky pleasured you, he couldn’t get enough of the sounds you made. The whimper when Bucky would slow down his fingers or the almost pornographic moan when he hit your sweet spot, your high-pitched moans that mixed with whimpers as he licked your bundle of nerves.

Bucky didn't feel any different, his cock hardened from the sounds you made. Lifting his head from your core he looked at Andy with pleading eyes, "can I kiss her?"

With an approving nod Andy gave him the permission to kiss you. Bucky slipped his tongue into your open mouth, toying yours. Instantly your hand reached for his neck pulling him closer, a fight of dominance occurred which you knew you'd lose.

Andy stroked his cock while watching the scene in front of him play out. However he needed you now. Gripping your neck he pulled you away from Bucky's kiss catching you in his own siren kiss.

You felt like little fireworks were exploding in your stomach as you kissed Andy, nothing compared to him.

As he kissed you he rubbed himself against your backside, "Andy," you whimpered. Your husband's hand trailed down to your pussy stopping Bucky's movements. He drove his hands into the brown hair of the former soldier before latching onto his roots.

Bucky groaned as Andy tugged his head back, "you did a good job so far…however now it's my turn, but she can suck your cock if she begs well enough."

"I haven't made her come yet," Bucky said in a strained voice to which your husband chuckled, "you'll get the chance soon enough, but first she's gotta learn how to speak with our guests." Something about the way they talked about you made you more horny than before.

You couldn’t wait for Andy to turn around, right now Andy was still nice and more forgiving but if you pushed him far enough he would become the mean daddy that wanted to breed you and fuck you raw. Though chances were high he would be holding back since Bucky was present….

“And my love don’t even think about testing my limits, I wanted to give you something nice and you’re already acting like a little brat,” Andy whispered to you barely audible to Bucky.

Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.

You looked up at him as he laid his hand softly on your cheek. Bucky admired you, for as long as he had known you he wanted you but had to hold his thoughts back until one day Andy stood on his front porch with the idea of a threesome as a birthday present for you. He had to admit that he was surprised Andy would even be into it.

Your hand sneaked to his boxers palming his hard cock and receiving a low groan from him. A big grin spread across your face at his reaction, then a hand slapped yours away. "I told you to beg for his cock," Andy’s voice startled you, his hand coming up gripping your chin.

With a defeated whimper your eyes drifted to Bucky, "please, please sir let me suck your cock. Let me be your cock slur, please I really, really want to taste you," you looked up at him with pleading eyes.

Said man let out a low groan, "yes, god yes, Andy please let her suck my cock," Bucky now looked deep into the blue eyes of Andy who had a satisfied smirk on his lips. "Awww I expected her to be whiny but you? How good of you to ask for permission, that's what a good boy like you does…look at that my love. This is how a good sub behaves and not like a brat," Andy cooed as he grabbed Bucky's hair by its roots and pulled his face close to his, "you deserve a reward," was all he said before kissing Bucky deeply.

Your eyes widened at the scene in front of you and you got a tingly feeling in your cunt. As Andy pulled away a knowing smirk graced his lips, "you liked that huh?" no words were able to leave your mouth, but yes, yes you liked it very much.

Andy was like a drug for you and in combination with Bucky it was like you were in a continuous bliss of pleasure. Then your husband grabbed your hips to pull you onto his lap, right over his hard cock causing him to groan at the contact while you gave a pathetic whine.

"Suck his cock while I spank your pretty little ass and don't forget to say 'thank you, may I have another?' We will do ten for now unless you act out." Andy whispered against the shell of your ear and bent you over his lap while Bucky got in position.

Finally you were able to admire Bucky's throbbing cock, unlike Andy he was short yet thicker and you wondered if you could even fit him inside your cunt today. It had taken Andy several days to get you adjusted to his length, he prepped you with toys to make it easier for you as well as tease you.

You gently grabbed Bucky's thick cock, slowly moving your hand along to feel every vein. A loud smack, Andy’s first spank came suddenly with full surprise as you were lost in admiring the cock in front of you which you squeezed unintentionally at the sudden contact. It didn't hurt, the first one never did, but if you didn't thank him it would hurt a lot more, "thank you sir, may I have another?" You questioned meekly to Andy who grinned at you, "of course, my love," there was a hint of mocking in his tone.

You lowered your head down on Bucky's length collecting the precum from his mushroom-formed tip with your tongue, the raspy moan you got in response let a shot of warmth spread through your cunt.

Wanting to trade him you licked a long strip over the certain vein popping from his dick. Instantly Bucky locked his hand in the roots of your hair to control your movements. He looked up to Andy for a moment who gave him an encouraging nod. Just as Bucky pushed his cock to the back of your throat Andy gave you another spank, "thank you, sir, may I have another?" came your muffled voice from Bucky's dick, the vibrations sending him into more bliss.

"You're doing good, my love," Andy said as he stroked over your light red flesh and immediately sent another. Bucky pulled off his cock letting you take a breath, your eyes already stained with tears. "Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you whimpered.

The sight of you taking Bucky's dick made Andy even hornier and he desperately needed to be inside you. The grinding of your hips against his hard member showed him you needed him just as much. As you licked the former soldier again and concentrated on him Andy took the opportunity to slowly insert himself inside your vagina.

A gasp left your lips as you felt Andy stretching you out. "Oh, god sir…please," your husband wasn't moving and it was pure torture.

To take your mind back to him Bucky retook control of your movements on his cock, bobbing your head up and down, "yes, such a good little cockspur aren't you? Couldn't get enough and now you're filled with two cocks," he said as his orgasm built up, "dammit doll, imma come soon, very soon."

Andy laid his hand on your ass, squeezing your flesh as a method to hold on. You grew impatient and bucked your hips onto his, "fuck love, I know, I know but you're still as tight as a virgin." Then finally your husband began moving, harsh, pointed thrusts against your cervix.

Thanks to his experience with you over the years he knew exactly where to find your g-spot. Loud moans rose from your throat that were muffled everytime Bucky's cock hit the back of your throat.

Your husband landed another spank on your raw flesh as he kept pounding into you, "thank you, sir, may I have–" before you were able to finish your words Andy blew two spanks on your ass, "thank you, sir, may I have another? Thank you, sir, may I have another?" you repeated twice, you could already imagine how red your ass had to be.

"I'm coming!" Bucky moaned as he thrusted his hips against your mouth, filling your mouth with his seed before slowly pulling out and painting your face with the rest of his cum.

At the sight of you covered in Bucky's cum, Andy forgot about the spanking and the only thing in his mind was chasing his and your orgasm. He knew you were already close by the way your thighs clenched together, "it's okay my love, come for sir. Be the good little cockspur Bucky said you are…," endorphins exploded in your body at Andy's words and the knot in your stomach tore apart resulting in Andy following you suit and painting your walls white with his cum.

You tried rolling over but Andy held you in a tight grip, "Oh, you don't think we're finished yet do you my love?" "Yes, I still have to make you come and squeeze my thick cock in that tight little cunt of yours doll."

yeah I did that. I just ended it here

[dc418writes]

Before It’s Too Late

✨Pairing: Andy Barberxblack!reader

Summary🪄: Andy gets a special visitor to help remind him what’s important

⚠️: a good amount of angst in this one, allusion to divorce, couple bad language words, ends in fluff tho (bcus I’m soft and it’s the holidays☺️)

A/N🎙️: hey guys! Hope you like this idea I had based on a Christmas Carol. Also this is an au where Laurie and Jacob don’t exist

*Disclaimer!: although collage was made by me, I DO NOT CLAIM OWNERSHIP of pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest

Looking down at his watch, the ticking face reads 11:01 pm as Andy locks the door behind him and the security system later beeps from its activation. The bottoms of his dress shoes tap along the wooden floor stepping further into the dimly lit home unsurprised to find it quiet and seemingly empty.

It’s a greeting he’d grown accustomed to these last few months having worked constant late nights that sometimes ran into early mornings.

“Left a plate for you in the fridge if you’re hungry. Hope you had a good day ~Love, Y/N” The note read resting in front of his usual seat at the head of the table; sending a pang of guilt to his heart. If he had a choice of course he’d want to be home with his family being able to eat and laugh together.

But as the District Attorney, his work was never really done until the case was closed, which could take months to years. Plus this job made it possible to provide for his family, the most important thing to him.

Slowly climbing the stairs to avoid its loud creaks, he first stops at his daughter’s door gently pushing it open to check on her as he always did when arriving home late. Finding her bed made and untouched only means she’s next to you in their bedroom; more than likely on his side to “protect” you from any monsters hiding in the closet or under the bed.

“Daddy don’t worry, I watch over mama,” Marlow would state confidently whenever he’d call saying how he wouldn’t be home until late that night. Each time his lips would curl into a soft smile at how thoughtful she was already before thanking her for taking such good care of you.

The light from the tv flickers along the room with the screen still playing some animated movie. Both you and Marlow fast asleep as you snuggled close with arms wrapped around each other. Her little Starry Night flashlight on the bedside table making him quietly chuckle as he steps closer to place a kiss on her curly head then yours.

“You’re home,” you tiredly whisper beginning to stir with barely open lids.

“Yea, I see you two had a sleepover.”

You turn to gaze at your baby with a sleepy giggle, “She tried waiting up for you, but didn’t make it 30 minutes. Let me put her to bed-,”

“No you two stay. I still have work to do.”

“Andy it’s nearly-,” you carefully shift to look at your phone, “one in the morning and you’re still doing work? Just save it for later and come to bed.”

“Honey this is a big case. The more I work the sooner we’ll get done.”

That was a lie. If that did happen, you knew he’d only find something else that needed to be done. Or more evidence would somehow be found that either added to, or discredited, his argument thus leading to more work.

“Andy, you’ve been working on this case non-stop for over a year. If that really were the case, I’m sure you’d be done by now,” you sigh.

“Y/N-,”

“I’ll see you in the morning. Unless you leave before we get up. Again.” He doesn’t get the chance to say anything more as you turn your back to him; choosing instead to face your still baby girl peacefully resting all this time.

Sighing, he places a final kiss to the back of your head with a quiet, “Goodnight,” before he’s quietly leaving again to return downstairs to his office. And you’re left alone for yet another night, silently crying yourself to sleep worried about the future for you and your husband.

-

With a low groan, Andy lifts his head from the desk combing his fingers through his unruly hair. A yawn slipping past his lips as he tries to stretch the kinks and cramps from his back. He had every intention of coming to bed, but he’d found a hole in the plaintiff’s argument that’d surely help them come one step closer to a possible close.

That hot streak led to three more hours of typing before he finally crashed while reading over his work. Uncomfortably so as he rubs at the knot sitting at the base of his neck.

There’s a giggle outside his door followed by little Marlow popping her head of wild curls in with a wide smile on her lips. The room brightening with her cheery entrance as usual. “Hi daddy!”

“Morning busy bee,” he smiles opening his arms so she’d join him in his chair. Her small arms linking around his neck to kiss his cheek as he holds her close. “Good job looking after everything last night.”

“Monsters stayed away. I had my flashlight.”

“Morning Andy,” you softly smile entering with his favorite mug. “Marlie made you coffee.”

“Thank you sweetheart. Daddy really needed this after the night he had.”

“Later, we make cookies for my play. Right daddy?”

“Wait, tonight? I thought that was this weekend?”

“Nope, tonight. I reminded you yesterday on your lunch,” you sigh sitting on the edge of his desk with arms crossed in front of you. You already knew where this conversation was going from the remorse in his cerulean eyes.

“Sweetheart I’m so sorry, but I’m not gonna be able to make it. I’ll be downtown.”

“But…you promised.”

“I know I did-,”

“You never break promises daddy!,” she pouts with big brown eyes glossy from incoming tears.

“Well sometimes-,”

“You lied!”

“Marlow enough, alright?! I have to work, there’s nothing I can do to change that. Mama will be there to record it and I’ll watch it with you later,” he sternly replies further upsetting the five-year-old. She quickly wiggles out of his grasp and down to the floor now reaching out for you and your comfort.

“Y/N don’t. I’m not in the mood for I told you so.”

“You can’t even give us one day Andy? One?!” For the sake of your daughter, you try to keep your voice calm when everything in you was currently ready to erupt.

“Whadaya want me to do honey, hm? Quit?,” he asks tossing aside some folder filled with papers. “Fine. I’ll quit and everything I’ve worked for; this house, our comfortable life where neither of you want for anything, that’ll disappear too.”

“We want you! Your daughter wants her father as more than a glimpse she’s lucky to see everyday, and I want my husband back.” Frustrated tears burn your eyes before rolling down your cheeks as you gently rock your daughter hiding her face in your neck. “If all we really cared about was the material stuff, we wouldn’t be having this conversation for the millionth time.”

Guilt eats away at him once more silently watching the both of you leave his office. He desperately missed his girls too. Coming home to his energetic baby girl excited to tell him about her day or play dress up. Your vanilla and caramel scent latching to his nostrils anytime he’d steal a kiss from your soft lips. Lying next to you with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as if you’d easily vanish if he let go.

But this job required a lot of his time. It was something he and you knew from the beginning, even when he was still just a practicing lawyer in that small law firm. What could he really do about it?

“Honey,” he calls rising from his chair to follow your trail. “Honey wai-,”

Stepping in the hall, the once warm and furnished home is now dark and somber. The walls bare of the framed pictures you’d taken over the years and air cool from the draft circulating through the empty abode. His thick brows furrow as he hurries through the house once his, opening all doors in a frenzy trying to find his family. “Y/N?! Marlie?!”

“They’re gone Andrew,” a voice booms from overhead causing the attorney to twist about while looking towards the ceiling.

“W-Who said that? Where’s my family?!”

“Relax they’re fine. Honestly much better now you’re not there.”

“I’m only givin’ you one more chance. Show yourself and bring my girls back now!”

“Well, I can’t really do either of those seeing as I’m a ghost and need to teach you a lesson before I send you back.”

“A ghost..,” Andy repeats full of amusement with hands on his hips. “Mhm right. Marlow Anais Barber no more games alright? You got me, now come out with mama.”

“Andy I’m telling you, they’re not here. You’re about to lose your family and I’m here to help.”

“How when I can’t even see you? And what are you? My guardian angel or something?”

“No, and with that attitude I’m glad I’m not,” the voice replies making him glare at the ceiling. “They’re only called for life or death situations. I’m just your standard spirit guide.”

“This is clearly a stress dream,” he mumbles to himself beginning to pace the floor. “I haven’t slept well for pretty much the whole year and now it’s getting to me. Yea that’s it.”

“Alright I see you’re just set on being difficult, so let’s begin.” Mouth set with his reply, the words immediately escape him being whisked through what felt like a tornado. Wind taking his breath as he tried to scream until his feet were back on the ground.

“What..t-the hell..was that?!,” he asks clutching his chest trying to regain his normal breathing and heart rate.

“Us traveling through time. Now hush and pay attention.” It finally registers that he’s outside his home partially decorated with Christmas lights and figurines. The ladder securely placed against the house as past him stapled the string of lights just above the gutters.

“This was years ago. Our first time decorating the house,” Andy softly smiles watching his former self carefully climb the ladder to stand on the roof instead. “Y/N said I was overdoing it, but I wanted everything to be perfect for-,”

“Let’s go check on daddy yea?,” he hears past you say to a then one-year-old Marlow tightly bundled in your arms as you walk out the front door. “Andrew Stephen Barber? Please tell me you’re still alive.”

“I am honey,” he chuckles pausing to look down at you. “Don’t worry, I know what I’m doing.”

“Accidents happen. Did you know the holidays are the busiest time of year for hospitals?”

“I did not.”

“Well they are. So please be careful and refrain from making me a widowed, single mother anytime soon.”

“I promise you I’ll make it back inside, just like I promised my busy bee she’d have her own, personal Christmas Wonderland. Yes I did,” he coos down at the giggling, wide eyed little girl. “And daddy always keeps his promises.”

“Aww,” the spirit states from overhead. “What happened to you Andrew?”

“What do you mean? I’m still that guy.”

“Rigghhtt. And who was on the roof this year? And last year?”

“Alright, I’ve been busy,” he admits scratching the back of his neck. “This is a huge case that’s taken longer than expected so I haven’t had time like back then. That Christmas was during a…kinda dead period. Before my DA campaign. Then my ultimate acceptance. Things won’t always be like they are now though.”

“Yea, long as you get your priorities straight.”

He scoffs, “My priorities are straight.”

The winds of the tornado gather and build again, causing Andy to tense and brace for how his body would be tossed from here to there. It’s much smoother this time though, and he feels like he’s simply floating in the clouds before being gently placed on a carpeted floor.

“Hey, I uh think I’m getting used to-wait…could you have done that the first time?!”

“…you really need to relax before you give yourself an aneurysm Andrew.”

Rolling his eyes, he turns recognizing some pieces of furniture in the condo. His infamous chair he’s had since before he was married. That floor lamp he bought thinking it added sophistication to his place, but really didn’t look right with anything he had.

This wasn’t his old apartment though. He could tell from the pictures of Marlow on the bookcase and the impressive flatscreen mounted on his wall.

“Where are we?”

“The future. Since your priorities are so straight.”

A knock on the front door nearly has him moving to answer, if not for the startling shout of “coming!,” from the older man making his way down the hall.

Disheveled gray hair on his head and throughout his beard, he had to be in his mid to late 50s. Maybe early 60s even. He looked good for his age though, still able to move around well with arms and legs that still showed some of the strength from his youth. But the energy around him conveyed sadness. Flickers of loneliness and pain in the dull neutrals and silence throughout the modern residence.

“It..it’s me,” he whispers in shock sitting in the nearby barstool as he watches his older self finally open the door with you waiting on the other side. You still looked the same, just as beautiful as the day you first met and seeming to have only aged a couple years compared to him. Your eyes weren’t as bright though. No longer filled with that happiness usually there whenever you’d look at him.

“Andy,” you politely nod. “I um honestly didn’t expect you to be home.”

“Thought I’d take Christmas off for once.”

“I’ve been working Christmas all those years?,” he wonders to himself.

“Maybe even spend some time with busy bee,” he lightly chortles ushering you in before locking the door.

“She’s actually staying with her friends in LA this year. Last time we talked, she mentioned possibly making it for New Years, but knowing her she’ll probably just hang out there. Get some more work done with her internship.”

“Oh..r-right. Good for her,” he painfully smiles moving towards the kitchen.

“Plus you know holidays haven’t really been her thing since we-,”

“Yea I know. Not like I made things any better after either, always missing pick ups or our scheduled days together.”

“Yep..A1 priorities.” The spirit’s sarcastic tone doesn’t phase Andy, being more focused on the conversation in front of him.

“What’s that?,” he asks taking a break from making his PB&J to point the butterknife towards the bag in your hands.

“Oh, your Christmas present from me, Marlow, and Curtis.”

“Curtis? Who’s Curtis?”

“Dreamy blue eyes. Body of an Adonis. Bit rough around the edges but so incredibly sweet and caring-,”

“That’s not answering my question alleged spirit guide.”

“How’s he doing? Well both of you..y-you guys I mean,” he stutters going back to his sandwich.

“Good. He surprised me with a fire pit in the backyard and tickets to Fiji,” you softly smile.

“Hm,” he nods thoughtfully taking a bite.

“She always talked about wanting a fire pit in the back. Right off to the side far enough back that Marlie would have enough room to play without the risk of her getting hurt.”

“If only you were the one to get it for her,” the spirit tsk’s.

“Sure those tickets are to Fiji and not Fuji?”

“Andy don’t.”

“I’m just looking out for you,” he replies briefly holding up his hands. “Didn’t know a handyman’s salary allowed for exotic trips.”

“It does when he has his own business, and has had said business for a few years now. I swear it’s like you’re always trying to find something on him.”

“Because I barely know him! One minute it’s just you and Marlow, next thing I know you’re getting married and he’s moving in!”

“I tried to get you to meet him multiple times! But it was always the same, ‘I’m working.’ ‘Can’t I’m in a meeting.’ ‘Out of town with a witness.’ You just never wanted to meet him and, don’t pretend like it’s anything else.”

“Excuse me for not trusting some random guy to play father with my child!”

“Maybe he wouldn’t have to if you stepped up!,” you shout surely loud enough his neighbors would hear.

Andy himself felt that hit to his gut. Or maybe it was some joint reaction between him and his future self.

Sighing, you quickly wipe under your eyes catching any tears before they had a chance to fall. “Andy I didn’t come here to argue. It’s the holidays and-,”

“No I’m sorry. You’re right..I was a shit husband and turned into a shit father who only thought about the next case,” he humorlessly chuckles. “No wonder Marlow buries herself in work. Seems to not want anything to do with her family. She learned from her old man.”

“Why are you showing me this?,” Andy asks with a quick sniff; wiping away his own set of tears. He didn’t know when he started crying, but it seemed as if they’d never stop falling. “I’d never do that to them.”

“You’re already doing it Andrew. The late nights at the office and broken promises. If you continue down that path, this is your future.”

“I don’t want it.”

“Good, then fix it.”

-

Opening his eyes, he’s surrounded by the darkness of his home office making him breathe a sigh of relief as he sits upright on his couch. Your voice instructing Marlow to be careful when removing the cookies only causes his smile to widen, nearly slipping as he rushes towards the kitchen to see his favorite girls.

“Daddy!,” Marlow waves with her free hand. Her giggles and shrieks filling the two-story home as he picks her up to cover her face in kisses. “Beard tickles daddy!”

“I thought you were at work? You’ve been in the office this whole time?”

His only answer is to press his lips to yours with all the passion and love he’s neglected from you. Gently nipping at your bottom lip before going in for round two, you have to clutch his shirt to keep from buckling.

Marlow silently giggles occasionally peeking through her fingers covering her eyes.

“Y/N I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he sniffs pressing his forehead to yours. “For putting my job before our family. For treating both of you the way I did. I swear I’ll be better just please don’t give up on me.”

“I appreciate that Andy, but are you okay? You sound kinda mad baby.” His eyes sparkling and skin having a joyous glow, you hadn’t seen your husband like this in a long while.

“I’m good honey. So good,” he smiles pecking your lips once more. “And I’m home the rest of the month. No more case or late nights, it’s only you two.”

“You’re coming to the play daddy?!,” his daughter excitedly bounces in his arm.

“Yep! And tomorrow we gotta go pick out mama’s Christmas present,” he winks at you.

“Andy wait, can you do that? I mean of course we want you home, but-,”

“I’ll email Phillips and the rest of the team to let them know I need a break. They’ll be fine, plus the interns are there.”

“What if it’s not?”

“Then tough. It’s almost Christmas and I need to be with my family.”

You can only lovingly gaze at Andy as he talks more to Marlow about what all they can do during his break. The little girl growing more excited with every idea he suggests and you silently thankful for your Christmas miracle.

“What’s got you like this?,” you ask tightening your hold around his waist. Your chin propped on his firm chest with a giddy smile on your lips.

“A very needed wake up call,” he smiles pecking your nose before moving to the top of his baby girl’s head.

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I shouldn't cry (but I love it)

After the salon has been broken into, you meet a detective who has unknowingly broken into your life and stolen your heart.

[dark! detective!Andy x hairdresser!reader]

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Not Mine

Andy Barber x WoC Reader

sometimes things are just for borrowing…unless you know what you want

warnings: smut, marriage talk, divorce talk, Minors DNI

sidenote: my reader is always thick but this can still be read by anyone. dont use my shit anywhere in any form. if you likes it, loves it, fucks with it then reblog and comment all that good shit!! Lots of love! I appreciate yall and the love 💚

this is the dress reader is wearing!

this is the short follow up aka blurb

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The hot Boston sun poured through the large floor to ceiling windows. The windows allowed you to see out but not to be seen into, not that it mattered, she’d still be right here even if the whole firm was watching. Shit the fucking world could be watching and she asked if they had a good enough view. 

“Look at how wet you are” the deep Boston accent made her eyes open to get a look down at herself, his long thick fingers pumping into her.

He was right, she was wet as a ocean. 

Her eyes slowly drifted up to his. Andy Barber hot shit DA stood towering over her, his stormy ocean blue eyes boring into hers while she sat spread eagle on his desk, her legs bent at the knee and hovering in the air. Her legs burn from the position and lack of support but she’s be damned if she complained with how good he was fucking her. She felt herself clench around him as her body warmed, the action causing him to smirk. He knew she got flustered whenever her gave her that eye contact. 

She broke the eye contact as her eyes screwed shut, the sensation of her orgasm creeping up on her. “Shit Andy I’m almost there”.

“I know girl, I know” He said in that voice that did something to her. It was almost degrading and she felt her stomach flip. Andy was the only one who had her into that shit. It wasn’t even something she knew she liked until Andy. 

His hand grabbed her neck forcing her face to angle up toward his. They stood their watching each other as he finger fucked her. There was a certain intimacy to the moment that she tried to ignore. She could see something had changed in Andy’s eyes over the months they’d been fucking. 

Honestly it was supposed to be just that. Fucking. Andy was a married man. Separated from his wife but married still, until they wrapped up divorce. If they ever did. She felt like it was taking forever, not that Andy made any false promises of them being together. She just didn’t know how long she could fuck with him if he stayed married any much longer. It has already been 8 months. 

Andy didn’t talk much about it and she hardly asked. She only brought it up every once in a while. A status check she’d say. Andy always had the same answer, he was still waiting on Lorie to sign. 

She didn’t care what people thought about her, but she did know their “arrangement”, if anyone ever found out could be used against him and labeled a affair and in turn effect his job. Even if they didn’t start talking until they had separated and Lorie was in the process of filing. 

Though she wanted this to strictly be fucking only, she didn’t want anything to ruin what Andy had worked so hard for or for people to view him negatively. 

Andy would say he didn’t care, but she felt like that was his dick talking. 

The rough hand around her neck tighten before her upper body was yanked forward. Her hands flew to his chest, her fingers digging into his crips white button down. Andy fingers withdrew quickly before landing 2 quick smacks to her wet pussy.

YN yelped as her body jerked. 

“Oh shit Andy please” she moaned out, tears running down her face as he drove his fingers back into her. She was so close.

“Eyes” He demanded.

Her shot open at his tone and held his. 

“You like knowing someone could walk in at any moment don’t you” he asked as her back arched off the desk and she grinding down on his hand. “That’s why your fucking soaking my hand baby, pussy dripping because you want someone to see you on my deck spread wide the fuck open for me, taking whatever I’ll give your greedy little pussy”.

Oh fuck him, he knew just what to say and just how to fuck her to give her unrivaled pleasure. 

“Daddy” she groaned loudly as her orgasm hurdled into her. Andy watched as her eyes rolled back, her body jerked and shook on his fingers and desk. Her candy sweet slick dripping down his hand even more as the sound of her wet cunt bounced off his office walls. 

He continued his assault on her swollen cunt as he stepped forward, helping her ride out her high. He pressed his heavy body into hers to help her come down from her orgasmic state. 

Her face cuddled into his neck as his lips sucked on her shoulder, before leading up to her neck, anywhere he could reach. 

Her breathing was starting to steady slowly.

“Damn Andy” was the only thing she could say as she started to catch her breathe. The attorney chuckled deeply as he pulled his fingers form her. 

Her eyes opened just in time to see him sucking his fingers, before he pushed them into her own mouth. She sucked as she eyed him. 

“Damn YN” 

They both laughed before Andy pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Her brown legs wrapped around him as her fingers gripped his shirt tighter. 

Once her short summer dressed was pulled down the furtherest it would go, Andy gave her ass a final smack before running his hand up her body. 

“Where were you off to before I convinced you to come by?” Andy asked causing YN to giggle.

“I’m running a little late but to meet my girls for lunch, it’s just a few block from here”

“Hmmm. So after girl time-“

“Andy your wife is here” Andy’s assistant could be heard in the office through the loud speaker. He huffed as YN slightly pulled away. “Sorry I meant Lorie” she corrected herself.

“So later?-“

“Andy” 

YN and Andy turned to the voice. They were no longer touching but still pretty close. Lorie stood by the door watching them. 

“Thank you for your time Mr. Barber, you really are the best in the city” YN said slightly disappointed by Lorie’s disturbance. “I’ll let you speak with Lorie”. 

Andy cringed before a quick hand ran down his face. He didn’t want her to leave like this and he need Lorie’s shit right now. Unless it was about Jacob or the divorce papers he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. 

YN turned on her wedges and walked toward the door, she was just passing Lorie when she spoke. YN steps came to a slow pace as she turned to Lorie not catching what she said. 

“Lorie-“

“Mrs. Barber” Lorie curtly corrected YN, while cutting off Andy. 

YN stood staring down at the woman, was she serious? She was going to try and play wife now? Heat started to swarm within YN’s body. 

She looked between Andy who was about to speak and back to Lorie. His not yours she told herself. As much as she wanted to cuss Lorie the fuck out the reality was Andy wasn’t hers. He wasn’t Lorie’s either but she was technically his wife. 

She kept her face unfazed as she took one gaze at Andy before turning to leave. His not yours.

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i wrote a little extra blurb for this, kinda like a different ending, if yall want it let me know and I’ll follow up with it!

also this is the visual for yn and andy and also the visual i was inspired by.

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Oh my goddd does anyone remember that Neighbor! Andy Barber fox where the read has a husband who basically ruins her credit because I think he has a gambling problem or something and Andy and Laurie are barely holding it together. Like I think Laurie may have cheated on him but anywho she’s like the head of the neighborhood club?? or what not and most people don’t go to get events except for like maybe this one lady and Laurie always ends up drunk and I think the reader’s husband’s name might be Neil or something like that idk but in like the third chapter the reader has packed a bag and is gonna just drive away from her life and then Andy is also pulling out of his garage at the same time and they like race down the freeway for a while and it’s just so sad but perfect

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Forgive me Britt, but i cant get this filth thought out of my mind-- Andy fingering a needy Baby Girl at some outdoor dinner. I just need him fingering her someplace risky, under the table

Helping Hands

Summary: Andy helps you relieve some tension while out on date night...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Andrew Barber Being A Menace, Fingering, Manhandling, Semi-Public Sex, Daddy Kink, Reference to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt brought to you courtesy of a Reader Request. This fic features Andrew Barber from my Growing Pains Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

“What has gotten into you?” Stifling a giggle as you push your boyfriend away when he attempts to whisper more kisses behind your ear. He was definitely in rare form tonight, and he was only on his first glass of bourbon. 

“It’s been three days.” Andy murmurs, toying with one of your curls. “Three whole fucking days since I’ve seen my baby girl.”

“Well, you’re acting like it’s been forever.” You pick up your menu, intending to finally decide on a cocktail only to hit him with it when he starts up again. “Behave.”

“Are you seriously telling me you didn’t miss me?” He smooths your curls away from your nape before burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Because I missed you.” While his words come out muffled, you can’t help but shiver at the gentle graze of his teeth along your sensitive flesh. “So much.”

“Omigosh!” You quickly jerk away when you spot your waitress making her way towards you. “Would you – Andrew –  we are in public!” Smiling, you try to right your appearance by smoothing your hands over your skirt.

“Mmhm…” More heated kisses from him elicit more sweet giggles from you. “Why do you think I requested a table in the back?”

Andy’s free hand goes to settle on your waist, effortlessly pulling you closer to him just in time for your server to reach your table. 

“Hey there!” The charismatic brunette chirps, tapping her pen against her notepad. You were pretty certain her name was Paula. “Did you decide on your drink yet? Or can I get you started on some appetizers?” 

“I think I’ll go with the pomegranate martini. As for appetizers…” You cast a sideways glance at your boyfriend who is now making a concerted effort to look innocent while examining his own menu. “I think we’re still deciding. Any recommendations?” 

“Ooh. Good question!” The woman takes a moment to think. “The house-made nachos are always a hit, as are the pan fried oysters, and people love our sweet, gingered chicken wings. But my personal favorite would probably have to be…the herb crusted crab cakes served with our house-made remoulade.”

“Oh yeah? Any of those sound good to you, Big Man?” You rest your chin on his shoulder while you wait for him to make a decision. 

“Eh, I think I’m still gonna need a minute. But I will take another bourbon when you bring out her martini.” 

“You’ve got it! Still sticking with Bulleit?” 

“Yep. Appreciate it.” He winks at your waitress before sending her on her way, which allows him to turn his attention back to you. 

You’re grateful when you receive your drink in what feels like record time. “I did miss you.” You reassure your man after taking your first sip. Cupping his jaw, you lean up to brush your mouth over his own. You moan softly when you feel his lips curve, letting you know just how much he appreciates your show of affection. 

“Fuck, how do you always manage to taste so sweet?” He murmurs, more to himself than to you.  

“It’s the drink, honey.”

“Nah, baby girl. I’m pretty sure it’s all you.” Still grinning, you don’t stop him when he decides to adjust your positions so that you’re now sitting between his thickly muscled thighs as you both rest on the bench. “Tell me about your day. Catch me up.”

“It was pretty boring to be honest.” You offer him a taste of your martini which he declines. “I’m still working on the media plan for that one bakery’s grand opening. It should’ve been done last week, but the owner keeps changing her mind on a few key aspects.”

“Mm.” Andy presses a kiss against your bare shoulder. “You think Sugar & Spice is ever gonna open?”

“Some days I wonder. But that’s really it. Oh, and my boss told me to expect a new account to land on my desk tomorrow. So there’s that too.”

“How many accounts does that make you responsible for now?”

Too many. Although you’re pretty loath to admit it to anyone else but him.

“I can manage it.” You tell him, not missing the way his fingers are skimming along the inside of your thigh, beneath your flimsy little skirt. “You know my boss –”

“Can be an asshole.” Andy finishes for you, just he reaches your clit. He strums his thick fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves, delighting in the tiny whine that gets stuck in your throat. “Have you noticed how tense you seem to get whenever you talk about the prick?”

“Y–yeah.” Instinctively, you try to squirm away, only for you to belatedly realize that you’re pretty much trapped. It’s obvious that your man has you right where he wants you. And he has no intentions of letting you go anytime soon.

After all, wasn’t this why he’d chosen a seat in the back? And between the dim lighting and the setting of the sun, he was probably rather confident that nobody would notice a damn thing. 

“Don’t, baby. Someone’s gonna see us...ooh…” You allow your head to loll back against one of Andy’s broad shoulders as he grows increasingly more bold.

“Now, do you really think I’d let that happen? You really think I’d ever let someone else – a stranger – see you like this?” 

Oh God, his touch feels so good. You’d missed it – missed him – over these last several days. Which let you know that you were becoming equally as codependent as he was. 

“No.” Your eyes threaten to roll back in your head as those same wicked fingers dip beneath the fabric of your soaked panties. 

They glide through your wetness, reveling in your slick, tight heat. Andy groans in disapproval when your thighs clench together, making it more difficult for him to have his way with you.   

“C’mon, princess. Be a good girl and let me in.” 

“Andy…” 

Your breathy little moan is like music to this man’s ears. You know it, and so does he.

“I’m just trying to help you relax.” He purrs, nipping at your ear with his sharp teeth. “That’s all. Relieve some of this built up tension.”  

“One of these days, you’re gonna have to learn how to keep your hands to yourself.” You warn, even as a familiar warmth pools in your belly the longer he plays with your traitorous pussy.. 

But Andy doesn’t stop. Instead, you’re treated to the erotic sensation of his palm grinding against your swollen bud while his index and middle fingers continue their intimate exploration. 

“Someone…someone’s gonna see.” 

However, even though you protest, there’s also a small part of you that finds the idea of potentially being watched to be rather…titillating. You gush around him as he grips you tighter, subtly thrusting his impressive erection against the small of your back. 

“Just give me one good one.” Comes Andy’s sensual rumble. “Just one good one for Daddy and I promise we’ll save the rest for tonight when I’ve got you back at my place, in my goddamned bed, where you belong.” 

It was moments like this that had you seriously convinced that you were going to end up moving-in with this man sooner rather than later. A fact that no longer scared you as much as it once did. 

“Please…Andy…” Your thighs begin to shake as you feel that coil tighten in your belly, threatening to snap in favor of pleasure so exquisite you’re all but guaranteed to see stars.

“What’s my name?” He picks up his pace, those dangerous fingers pumping in and out of your silky heat with expert precision. Each turn, each flick of his wrist threatens to be your undoing. 

“My…yes, please!”

“Say it.” Andy’s voice drops an octave as you continue to writhe beneath his careful ministrations.

“Let me – oh shit, Daddy!” The words come on the heels of a breathless sob. “Please lemme cum.”

This proves to be exactly what your boyfriend wants to hear. And you know this because swiftly adjusts his movements so that he can reach that special place inside you, the one that usually has you speaking in tongues when it’s just you and him behind closed doors. 

“Fuckin’ do it, princess.” He snarls, burying his face once more in the crook of your neck. “Soak me. Give me something sweet to get me through the rest of this dinner.” 

“Ooh!Yes!Yes!Yes!”

Unable to help yourself, you finally do as he asks. But thankfully, Andy has enough sense to capture your mouth and swallow the scream that is only mere seconds from escaping your throat. Literal sparks dance behind your eyes as wave after wave of delicious-feeling pleasure crashes over you. 

“Drench me, sweetness. Atta girl.”

The obvious pride in his voice has you clenching your walls around him in silent askance for more. And you can’t help but whimper when he removes his fingers from your heat, leaving you feeling empty. At this point, you would even be willing to get your food to-go if it meant getting another a taste of how good he’d just made you feel on a fucking wooden bench in the back of this gorgeous, but thankfully dimly lit, restaurant. 

Your body gives an involuntary shudder when you watch Andy raise his wet fingers to his full lips before sucking them into his mouth. He moans as your own sweet, earthy flavor comes alive on his tongue.

A promise of what was to come. 

‘That was…wow.” It takes you a second to actually catch your breath, but it does nothing to still the heart that is currently hammering in your chest. “I can’t believe we just…”

“Shh.” He murmurs, pressing a soft kiss just behind your ear. It was his favorite place to kiss you, other than…well…you know. “Here comes our waitress.”

“Hiya!” Paula chirps before catching sight of your only half drunk drink. “Aww. Not a fan of the pomegranate martini?” 

“It’s delicious.” You rasp, still finding your voice as Andy continues to hold you close. “We’ve just been doing a lot of…”

“Talking.” Your boyfriend chimes helpfully.

“So much talking.” You agree, not the least bit ashamed of the lazy smile that ghosts your lips. “But I will take another. You good with your bourbon, babe?”

“So good.” Your smile only widens when you feel him press a kiss against your damp brow.

“Wonderful.” She jots down a note on her pad of paper. “And did we manage to decide on an appetizer?” 

“Oh yeah.” One of his brawny arms encircles your waist. “We’ll take the crab cakes.”

“Excellent choice.” She beams, again jotting another note. “And for your mains?” 

You and Andy exchange covert glances, neither one of you feeling the least bit ashamed at your supposed indecisiveness. 

“Sorry…but we’re gonna need another minute.”

END