#I made Andy up on the spot and I really like him already

[lookingformoondrop]

ok but Can you image the total shit show it’d be if reader somehow rizzed up BOTH Andrew and Ashley?? 😨 literally preying. Like imagine reader is not necessarily popular, but they definetly are one of the most attractive people in the class if not the most

Andrew Graves x Reader x Ashley Graves

TW: Some nasty cat fights between the Graves siblings, everyone has a potty mouth, mentions of unaliving eachother, not proofread, reader just wanted a cookie.

♥︎Notes: This was actually so fun to write. I always love writing arguments between my two favorite assholes and watching it burn from there. Enjoy this messy headcannon and sorry it took so long<3.♥︎

Someone call the police, ain't no one coming out of this alive.

First, we gotta start with how you rizzed up the siblings. Starting with Andrew,

I can already see that to get through Andrew's heart, you gotta be funny.

Yes I know that this brooding son of a bitch is dressed in only dark colors, but he values some humor and I feel like the way through his heart is that.

You were in class chatting with a classmate near Andrew's desk when the classmate brought up your history teacher. Uptight, strict, and a prick, you said, "If he berates me anymore for my red pen, his head will go so far up his ass he'll find his own bullshit."

Unexpectedly, both of you heard a snort. Searching for the source, you saw Andrew covering his mouth with his hand, horrified by the sound he had just made.

You smiled at him and brushed off the snort to the classmate, "I think we're hearing things."

That truly made his heart flutter.

He had started sitting closer to you after that. Whenever he got ready in the mornings for school, an extra step in his routine was to hope that you were coming too.

"Hey Andrew," you walked by Andrew's desk.

"Y -Y/N! Hi..." Andrew mentally cussed himself our for the stutter.

It was dumb...really dumb.

But it made Andrew smile and feel giddy when he walked home.

I feel like Andrew would be very tame when it came to his feelings for the reader.

He'd blush when you're around and check in with you to make sure you're okay. He'd be too embarrassed to actually ask you out, but he would definitely try to find excuses to hang around you.

Now, the only natural explanation for Ashley's involvement with you would be that she saw her brother with a dumbass grin one day and HAD to investigate.

So, how did you rizz up Ashley?

Well, it's simple, really,

She went to your house to get a clear look at you and saw you dancing through the window,

You were fun and disgustingly too kind.

("Idiot")

But somehow, that fun energy intrigued Ashley. You would smile at her randomly when she corssed the street. You had no idea who she was, and yet that smile irked Ashley (in a somehow pleasant way).

"Hey guys!" She cheerfully entered the classroom doorway, a spring in her step.

Andrew turned to look at the voice and immediately felt a muscle in his forehead twitch. "Great," he thought, "another one of Ashley's ploys so that she can harass any woman out of my life."

You, of course, were baffled at seeing this girl suddenly love up on you, but judging by Andrew's murderous smile towards her, you figured they were related somehow.

But instead of Ashley being an ass towards the reader, she began to cling to their arm.

This began a looooong sequence of events where it would go one of the following ways,

You'd go to a spot around town, invite one of the Graves siblings, and no matter how secluded, isolated, unknown, or illegal said spot was, the other Graves sibling would find and join you.

This definitely opens the possibility of more intense sibling fights.

I say intense, but it's more like,

"SAY HER NAME ONE MORE TIME ASHLEY AND I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!"

"DO IT ANDY, DO IT, I DARE YOU. WHAT WOULD MY Y/N THINK ABOUT A MURDERER, YOU FUCKFACE!"

The fights would get so loud that the neighbors would call the police

By the time the police came to knock at the door, Ashley was pulling Andrew's hair and trying to put him in the washing machine, while Andrew was clawing at Ashley's face and trying to smack her head against said machine.

When Andrew (and for some reason) Ashley came to school, you were startled by how banged up both of them became. Still, when you asked about it, all they did was brush you off (and stomp on each other's toes when you weren't looking).

While they did loath each other for trying to steal Y/N from one another, they never doubted the protection they felt they owed to Y/N.

Some random classmate decided to hit on you and make you verryyyy uncomfy. When you recounted the tale to Andrew, he refused to leave you alone for weeks, constantly fantasizing about bashing the guys face in.

ASHLEY ON THE OTHER HAND would absolutely demolish any shithead who tried hitting on you. "They needed to be punished!" Is the last thing she said, and the last time you ever saw that classmate.

Was it risky? Yes. Did Andrew scold her for it? Yes. Did either one of them regret it? Hell no.

Overall, the entire relationship is a complete shit show. And even if you begged them to play nice, they'd still fight over you.

"Ashley, can you help me? I can't reach that cookie jar."

Ashley sprung up from her seat. "Sure thing, N/M~" But just as Ashley was going to reach for the jar, Andrew pushed her into a pile of trash bags in the kitchen and proceeded to grab the jar for you.

"Here you go, Y/N," Andrew smiled at you while you panicked on who to check in with first.

Suddenly, from the pile of trashbags came, "Andrew, you ass!"

Fight or flight kicked in, and you immediately bolted out of their kitchen. Having remembered plenty of their fights, you decided that for today, you were perfect content with just going home. That was enough Graves for today...

"ASS-KISSER!"

"BROWN-NOSER!"

Yeah, that was plenty of Graves for today.

Thank you for the ask!<3

[hansensgirl]

summary. | Mr. Barber’s feelings for his cleaner are more than professional.

prompts. | Andy Barber + Yandere + “Think an old man like me can keep up?” + conditioning/grooming, requested by @baalsgurl1913!

pairing. | Dark/Yandere!Andy Barber x female!reader.

warnings. | NON/DUBCON (mostly dubious consent), abuse of power, stalking, yandere, obsession, spying, orgasm (f), large age gap (reader is legal), grooming/conditioning, gaslighting/manipulation, and more. 18+ MINORS DNI!

author’s note. | this is a part of my Dark Concepts (2023) request form. thank you for taking part in this event! please enjoy and don’t forget to reblog. MINORS DNI, 18+ ONLY! taglist: @hansensfics

You’ve always had a soft spot for Mr. Barber—and it seemed he had one for you, too. 

You would clean the Barbers’ house every now and then when Andy and Laurie’s jobs made them too busy, and their son couldn’t bother to learn how to help out. You didn’t mind it. They paid a good amount and were always so kind to you.

But that was before it happened. And now Mr. Barber hires you because he’s grief-stricken, and you’ve known him for so long.

It’s not hard to tidy up behind him. He has manners, and you can’t help but feel bad for him. Andy’s entire life fell apart, and everyone watched in amusement.

Everyone except for you. No, you would never. You’re a good girl; he knows it. So sweet with your patterned dresses and adorable sweaters. You tell him ‘please’ and ‘thank you’ for every little thing, giving him those eyes that make him want to wreck you on the spot.

It really isn’t his fault that he watches you outside your work hours. He has to keep you safe anyway—don’t you know there are dirty criminals on every corner? And, plus, you made him do this. You’re too pure, too wholesome—and all his. Even though you don’t know it yet.

“That’s it for today, sir. Is there anything else you need?” you hum, light jacket on your shoulders with your purse on the chair since you just polished the countertops. “Actually, there is something else you could do for me,” Andy says, grunting as he stands up from his spot on the couch. 

He stayed there the entire time, making sure you did your job well. You didn’t mind.

“Oh, what is it?” you ask, already shrugging your windbreaker off. “Have a drink with me?” he offers, walking to the fridge. He grabs a beer for himself and a coke for you, knowing that you wouldn’t want to drive home with alcohol in your system. But you don’t have to worry. Not anymore, at least.

“Er, thank you. You’re always so kind to me, sir,” you tell him, sitting down on the couch. He joins you, his thigh touching yours. You involuntarily try to make yourself smaller, nervously giggling at the contact. When you look up at the much older man, he looks different. Pained, almost, with dark eyes and a clenched jaw. Is he upset? Did you do something wrong? Worry gnaws at you.

Andy looks down at you and remembers when you first started working for him. It was a warmer day than usual, and he had come home early at Laurie’s request. She was worried a young thing like you—who had turned eighteen a few months prior—would steal something valuable from the house.

She didn’t know that the only priceless thing had become you, and the worth of their home would decrease drastically when you weren’t there.

You take a sip of your chilled drink, resisting the urge to chug it after all your hard work.  

Andy places a hand on your thigh, but you don’t think much of it. He’s done this before, especially when he feels you’ve been exceptionally good that day.

“Y’know, honey… I really appreciate you coming here so often,” he starts, patting your leg. You smile, slightly embarrassed by the attention. “Really. I mean, you’ve put up with me for so long—through everything…”

You nod sympathetically, knowing what he’s referring to. 

“I just feel like I owe you. More than a raise or a gift,” Andy admits, and you start shaking your head. “No sir, really. I’m fine—thank you for everything. I already have so much,” you say. He quirks an eyebrow.

“Do you?” he asks, puzzling you. You take a larger gulp of the Coke. “Yeah…” 

“Don’t lie, sweetie. I know you don’t. Going back to that little matchbox of yours? With your slob of a roommate waiting for you to clean her messes?” he scoffs, and your eyebrows furrow in confusion. “What do you mean, sir?” you question.

“You know what I mean. I’ve seen it all, honey. I can give you so much more—haven’t I already?” he reasons, and it’s only when you feel a chill of air that you realize that your dress has been lifted up, and he can see your underwear. Oddly, you don’t fight him. It’s Mr. Barber—kind, sweet Mr. Barber, who cracks dad jokes and isn’t afraid to order pizza nearly daily. He’s been touchy before, but you’ve never paid any mind to it. Maybe that’s how he shows love.

“And please, call me Andy. You’ll have to, eventually,” he says, inching his fingers closer to your core. Your breathing gets heavy from nerves and desire. “I– I just don’t get it, sir—I mean, Andy. I’m a little scared?…” you confess, and he coos at you.

“That’s alright, sweetie. I’m here for you. Don’t you know how much I love you? I would never hurt you.”

His words make you dizzy. You feel his large, warm hand dip into your panties, and you let out an exhale. You’ve got a vice-like grip on the glass bottle he gave you, but it nearly slips when Andy finds your clit with ease. 

“Now, I know you’re young and all…” he starts, rubbing slow circles on your nub. He can feel your wetness, and it takes all of him to not pounce on you right then. You gasp from the pressure, and your free hand reaches down to grab his wrist, but you don’t push him away. Instead, you keep him there as if he has threatened to pull his hand away and leave you a writhing mess on his couch. “Think an old man like me can keep up?” he asks, and your eyes flash to his face. He’s got mild wrinkles and a slew of greys peppered into his hair and beard. You’ve always admired the look, even though he was married. “It’s been a while, but I can go a few rounds. You get me so hard, honey.”

You quickly come undone on your boss’ fingers, and he drinks in the sight, even though it certainly isn’t the first time he’s seen you have an orgasm. And it will never be the last. 

[padfootagain]

Only an Almost (IX)

Chapter 9: Testing Feelings

Hello!! Here is another chapter! Will Sam’s plan work???

Hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader, friends with benefits AU

Warning: No explicit smut or nsfw content, but there are sexual themes and heavy make-out sessions (it’s a friends with benefits AU, I can’t really escape it), so 18+ only!

Summary: Andrew has been in love with you for years, and yet he has never confessed his feelings. But a night out celebrating the engagement of his best friend changes everything. However, you don't seem ready to be with him just yet. You make him an offer that he can't refuse... but will certainly regret.

Word Count : 2163

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s Masterlist – Main Masterlist

On paper, Sam’s plan sounded both brilliant and simple.

This night out with your friends did sound, indeed, like the perfect place to make you jealous.

Andrew had spent most of the evening with his friends, including you. You looked ethereal tonight, he wasn’t sure how you did this, how you could always make his heart skip beats by the mere sight of you. Perhaps, if he knew how, he would ask you to stop.

The group was now splitting into tinier cells, some levitating around a game of pool, others chilling by the bar, while some where still lost in conversation by the table around which you had gathered at first. You were off to get another drink. Sam leaned closer to Andrew, the two of them having remained sitting in the booth.

“The brunette over there is staring at you.”

Andrew frowned, before turning around to take a look, trying to spot the person his friend was talking about. It was easy to notice her, indeed. When Andrew locked eyes with hers, she didn’t look away, only threw him a flirtatious smile. He was the one to turn back to his friend with a blush.

“Sam… I don’t know if I should…”

“Ha! No! Don’t back down, now! We’ve talked about this, and this is the best plan we have. So, get out there, flirt with her, and see what happens with Y/N. This woman is perfect! She’s beautiful, and very clearly interested in you. So, don’t make her wait.”

But Andrew made the ice-cube of his whiskey twirl, and didn’t stand up.

“What are you thinking about?” asked Sam, who knew his friend a little too well.

Andrew swallowed back the lump in his throat, before answering in a whisper, still staring at the brown liquid in his hand.

“What if she doesn’t care? What if she doesn’t give two shites about me flirting with another woman? Do I really want to know the answer to that question?”

Sam rested a comforting hand on his friend’s shoulder, squeezed for a few seconds.

“No, you don’t,” he answered earnestly, making Andrew look up again. “But you need to. You need to, Andy. Trust me.”

Andrew finally nodded, emptied his drink, and finally got up. He gave the woman a timid smile as he approached her. She was sitting at the bar, alone. She was pretty. In another life, he could have fallen for someone like her. But in this one, you were filling all of his heart already.

“Hi,” he spoke quietly, his voice deep and warm although a little hesitant. “Sorry to bother you, and feel free to say no if you don’t feel like it but… can I buy a drink, by any chance?”

She raised a playful eyebrow.

“I don’t even know your name,” she fought back, and he liked the way she smiled with mischief all over her features.

“Andrew. The name’s Andrew. And you are?”

“Marissa.”

“Lovely name.”

“Yours is pretty basic, but it’ll do.”

He couldn’t help but genuinely laugh at that.

“Hey, it gets the job done. You say it, and I come running.”

“And why did you come to me? I wasn’t calling your name.”

“Hmm… no, you weren’t. But according to my friend over there, you’ve been staring. Which is highly impolite. So, I thought I should buy a drink.”

“If I was impolite, shouldn’t I be the one buying you a drink?”

“You can buy round two and three, so we’re even.”

She laughed, and the sound was lovely. All Andrew noticed was that you were bringing drinks back to the table. You frowned, looked around. And then you saw him, and frowned some more, as if you had been searching for him, but were surprised to find him there, with someone else.

As he focused on Marissa again, Andrew could think of nothing but you.

“Well, you should buy me that drink, then, so I can quickly repay my debt,” Marissa answered, and Andrew ordered another whiskey.

You were looking at him and Marissa, Andrew wondered if his plan was working.

Daphne and Sam and the rest of the gang were somewhere else, lost in the dim lights and crowds of the busy pub. He was discreetly looking at you over there, standing near the table where some of your friends were gathered. Others were playing pool, some were simply scattered around the place. But everyone was lost in conversation… except for you. You were standing there, staring at him, with an unreadable expression on your face.

Did it hurt, to see him flirt with another woman?

Marissa rested her hand on his forearm. He didn’t feel anything at the touch, but he let her anyway. He even leaned a little closer, for good measure, staring at her dark eyes again. She was beautiful. You were all he could think about…

“When is this wedding then?” she asked, the tone one of conversation, but there was something syrupy in her voice that was meant to lure him in.

“In about four months now! Time flies.”

“Have you decided who you’ll go to the party with?”

He laughed, a little too loudly, just to show you that he was having fun. That he could laugh without you. That he didn’t need you.

He was lying through his teeth.

“Not yet,” he answered while staring right into this stranger’s eyes, making his voice a little deeper than usual on purpose. “Do you have suggestions?”

“I mean… I can think of a possibility… depending on what happens between then and now.”

She held up her open palm, and Andrew knew to place his phone in her hand. She entered her phone number.

“I have to go for tonight, but I hope you’ll call me soon,” she said, handing him back his phone, and her smile was tempting enough to melt a glacier.

Andrew nodded, gave her a wink. She moved closer to kiss his cheek, and he let her, bending a little to offer his skin to her lips. They were warm and soft, he could feel her lipstick on them. He wondered if you were still looking.

She gave him another warm smile; and he returned the gesture, bid her a goodnight and a safe trip home.

He didn’t look at you again, instead he grabbed his glass of whiskey, and downed the burning liquid. He turned towards the bartender and asked for a refill. He recognized your footsteps behind him, and he thought you would stop by his side, but you didn’t. You made a beeline for the bathroom instead, and his heart leapt in disappointment.

“Andy! Get your arse over here!” Alex shouted from somewhere behind him. “I need your word for a story! Daphne won’t believe me!”

Andrew shook his head, a fond and amused smile on his lips as he turned to his friends, taking his new drink with him. He kept an eye on the door to the bathroom while he joked with Alex.

“I was sick,” Andrew defended himself.

“We were thirty minutes before a show, when this guy just gives us the most cringy sound I’ve ever heard. Somewhere between a prepubescent getting hit in the balls and a dying pig.”

“I had the flu, and was completely stoned on steroids to keep my voice somehow functioning.”

“Excuses, excuses! He got us all panicking, thinking he wouldn’t be able to perform.”

“And I did!”

“How professional…”

“Thanks, Alex…”

“… to perform while higher than a fucking boeing!”

Andrew playfully rolled his eyes, making everybody laugh.

He caught a glimpse of your jacket as you hurried from the bathroom to the door of the pub.

“Ha… Y/N’s calling?”

“Fuck off,” he merely answered his bass player, making Alex chuckle.

“You’d better hurry before she leaves you behind.”

Andrew didn’t answer and merely followed his friend’s advice, emptying his drink before leaving the glass discarded on the nearest table.

You were pacing a few meters away from the entrance of the bar when Andrew stepped outside.

You froze as you noticed him.

“Y/N? You’re okay?”

You blinked at him, like a deer caught in headlights.

“Yeah,” you breathed.

You looked paler than usual, your eyes were a little red. He wasn’t sure if it was due to fatigue or tears.

“Are you sick? You want to go home?”

You hesitated, but finally nodded.

“Yeah, I… I think I’m gonna head home. I’m tired and… I had a bit too much to drink.”

“Give me a sec, I’ll grab my coat.”

“I’ll call a uber. Anyway… you’re not sober either, you can’t drive, Andy…”

“It’s almost one in the morning. It’s late, let me take you home, okay?”

“I… I’d rather you don’t.”

Andrew narrowed his eyes at you.

Did it mean that his plan was working? That you were jealous?

“Why not? Did I do something wrong?” he asked, feigning innocence.

You took a couple of seconds to answer, your expression still unreadable.

“No… no, you didn’t. But I don’t want you to accompany me. I don’t need your help.”

He was taken aback by your answer, by how much it hurt to hear those words coming out of your mouth.

“I just… I was just trying to be helpful.”

“You seemed busy enough tonight… Don’t you have someone else to go home with?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“Are you jealous?” he asked, trying to hide how impatient he was, how he hoped for the answer to be a yes.

You scoffed, hands coming up to rest on your hips.

“Don’t be ridiculous, we’re not dating! You can sleep with whoever you want.”

“You’re jealous,” and this time it was more of a statement than a question.

“I’m not! We’re not dating! We’re not exclusive! If you want to have fun with… whoever that was, then go ahead! Have fun!”

“We just flirted, nothing serious.”

“You got her number, that’s a win!”

You hesitated for a moment, but asked the question on the tip of your tongue anyway.

“What’s her name?”

“Marissa,” he answered, and you looked away as he spoke her name.

There was a tug to his heart… it came from both satisfaction and guilt.

“You know… we can make a rule about that,” he offered.

“About what?”

“About… the arrangement stopping if we want to sleep with someone else.”

You scoffed again, your arms moving once more, this time to cross before your chest.

“What makes you think you’re the only person I’ve slept with these past couple of months?”

You flinched when his face fell.

“Have you? Slept with other people while we…?”

The question remained suspended in mid-air, and Andrew tried to blink away the stupor and the pain that came with your words. There was no air left in his lungs, like a punch in the guts…

“No… no, I haven’t,” you admitted. “Have you?”

“No, I haven’t.”

You’re the only one I want, he wanted to add, but he didn’t want to spoil it all by saying something so stupid.

You remained silent, and so Andrew pulled out his phone and got a uber for you.

“Can you text me when you’re home? Please? Just to make sure you’re alright,” he insisted, and you easily yielded.

It took you a couple of minutes to walk closer to him again. He was surprised when you took his hand. He ran his calloused fingertips across your soft knuckles a couple of times before interlacing your fingers together.

“Can we… can we add that rule of yours? We stop our arrangement when we meet someone else?” you asked, fleeing his gaze.

“Okay, let’s do that.”

“So… are we going to stop our… arrangement? Are you going to see Marissa again?”

You didn’t see his reassuring smile, you were looking at the curb instead.

“No… no, I don’t think I want to see her again.”

You finally looked up at him.

“You’re sure?” you asked, but Andrew’s smile grew more tender as he nodded, and he let his free hand move upwards to rest on your cheek.

“I’d rather have you,” he confessed in a whisper, voice deep and sweet. He noticed how you leaned into his touch.

He wanted to kiss you, he wondered if you would let him… but then there was a car coming, and you took a step back as the headlights illuminated your frame while they came closer, like a halo around something divine.

“Goodnight, Andy,” your voice was soft and tender as you spoke, and he guessed that your words meant more than their usual meaning.

He gave you the most loving smile.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

He watched as you disappeared in the car, waited as the engines roared a couple of seconds before the vehicle started to move, stared as the car drove away.

He smiled.

You were jealous. You wanted him to have no one else. It meant that you cared. You cared. You fucking cared…

[hauntedestheart]

Security Footage - Body Swaps (Part 1)

One of Trevor & Andy’s misadventures, a more detailed account of the sort described in Security Measures - Body Swaps

While the university claimed it was supportive of its professors doing independent research and experimentation, Professor Bernard Smith of the Humanities department suspected that "using ancient magics to take the form of one of his students" was a proposal that likely wouldn't make it past the review committee, so he kept his activities on that project private.

He thought of the past twenty years he'd given to academia and heaved a melancholy sigh- society didn’t really put much consideration to how emotionally taxing it was to be a college professor. Every day, year after year, he stood at the front of a classroom and looked out upon a sea of smiling youths hopeful for a bright future that he had already resigned himself against; he aged, but his classes never did. Every rakish young man was a reminder of who he’d never be, and beautiful young woman was a reminder of what he would never have.

After all, the clock only moved one way.

Or, he glanced down at the ritual items he'd assembled before him. Maybe there's a miracle waiting for me.

He lit a candle and the changes began.

🔀

Once it became clear that Andy's… situation wasn't going away, moving in together had just made sense, but in the back of Trevor's mind he had been worried about it. Old habits are hard to unlearn and he hadn't yet shaken the niggling doubt that if they spent too much together and the novelty of the relationship wore off, Andy would realize that he could probably find someone better and leave Trevor hanging for a second time.

Reality was much kinder though, and living together actually brought the two boys closer than ever. Between school, attempts at a social life, and their constant misadventures, their small apartment became a sanctuary where it could be just them and no one else.

Trevor grabbed his bowl of tortilla chips and made his way from the kitchen to the living room, where Andy was sprawled out on the couch clicking through options on the television. Andy gave a little wolf whistle at the sight of his boyfriend bending over to put the bowl on the table, which made Trevor roll his eyes, and he picked up a chip from the bowl and flicked it towards Andy's face.

The throw fell short and bounced off of Andy's chin, dropping down and settling atop the boy's pronounced bosom; he plucked it up and tossed it in the air. Trevor watched with mild bemusement as Andy actually caught it with his mouth then squinted his eyes shut while he chewed, scrunching his forehead up as if he were deep in thought.

"Mmm, I'm detecting notes of salt… a hint of corn… is this gourmet? It must be," Andy smirked up at Trevor then leaned forwards and grabbed another chip, popping it into his mouth with a crunch. "This is why I got man who can cook. I would starve without you."

He threw Trevor a wink and a smile, which Trevor responded to with an eye-roll and a smile of his own. Andy scooted back on the sofa and spread his legs, patting at the empty space in front of him, and Trevor slipped in to claim his spot; the larger boy wrapped his arm around the smaller boy's midsection and placed an absent kiss on his head before returning his attention to the tv.

"Is this what you picked for tonight?" Trevor asked, referring to the film queued up on the screen- some sort of anime movie he didn't recognize but vaguely recalled Andy mentioning before. He tilted his head up so he could see Andy's face above him. "Have you seen it before?"

"I have, but I want you to see it too," Andy smiled down at his boyfriend before giving a mischievious chuckle. "It's awful, you're gonna love it."

Watching bad movies had become something of a "thing" for the two boys as Andy (for some reason) thought Trevor's dry observations were hilarious, and if Andy was introducing the movie as awful, Trevor knew he was in for a good time.

As Andy clicked play, Trevor snuggled in closer to him and gave a contented sigh. His muscular boyfriend boy liked to joke that he worked out so much so he could give better hugs, and when those strong arms were wrapped around him, Trevor could believe it. Being with Andy had made him appreciate being on the smaller side for a guy because it meant they fit together perfectly, and Andy's broad physique made for an incredible pillow.

He leaned back and rested his head on Andy's firm pecs, relaxing as he felt the young man's belly pushing outwards against his back while they- wait.

Trevor bolted upright and looked over his shoulder to confirm his suspicions- Andy's body was changing, and from the expression of shock on his face, he was well aware of it. Surprised, Trevor slipped off the couch and fell onto his ass, and his new vantage point on the floor let him see that his boyfriend's toned muscles going saggy beneath his clothes. The transformation made it appear almost as if he were melting, and the sight of it made Trevor so queasy he had to look away.

"FUCK!" Andy exclaimed, staring down helplessly at his hands as his skin bubbled and his flesh grew softer. He hurled himself off of the couch and bolted out of the room, the slam of a door echoing down the hall a moment later.

Well, Trevor thought to himself. There goes our weekend.

🔀

Unbeknownst to the couple, in a house across town, a lonely old college professor was having a significantly nicer evening. The Egyptian ritual he had uncovered had gone off without a hitch and now, everything that Andy had lost belonged to him.

"Well, I'm definitely getting tenure after this!" Bernard announced to no one in particular. He'd just made a major breakthrough in his field by proving that magic was real, and the proof was staring back at him from the mirror!

He leaned in closer to the glass and stared into his new eyes, tilting his face back and forth to admire the enviable visage he'd stolen from one of his students. A smile, which made him look rather dashing, appeared.

Andy Douglass from his Intro to World Religions class was far from the first jock to pass through his classroom, but there was just something about the boy that had caught his eye. He was an okay student, often late with his assignments but otherwise unremarkable, but his appearance made him hard to overlook- the tallest boy in the class, magazine-worthy looks, and a sculpted body so good it was actually a distraction to the other students.

Professor Smith couldn't miss the way every girl in the class spent more time looking at Andy than at the whiteboard, even going so far as to arrive at class half an hour early just to stake out the seats closest to where he usually sat so they could ogle the way his biceps flexed whenever he raised his hand. But whenever the young women tried to chat him up after class, the stud never seemed interested in them. The professor thought he was an idiot for it- beautiful females were throwing themselves at him and he wasn't taking what was offered? The young fool clearly didn't appreciate what he had.

After a few weeks of classes the professor had begun to fantasize about what it would be like to be the one in Andy's shoes, to be the hot young stud who had his pick of all the girls in the school. If that were his muscular body he would use it right and plow through as many women as he could find!

So when he'd stumbled across a spell to "take the form of another" in one of the hieroglyphic scrolls he'd been translating, there had been no question about who he would use it on.

Words could not describe how incredible it had felt as the spell took effect and the years shed off of him, his body shifting until all traces of his old visage were gone and he stood there in the form of the student he'd so envied. The professor quickly divested himself of his clothes so he could perform a thorough examination of his new body to gauge the effects of the ritual- as a staunchly heterosexual man it was a bit strange for him to be studying another man's body so intimately, but since it was his now he relished the opportunity.

It was a literal weight off of his shoulders as his belly melted away into nothing and for the first time in decades he had a flat stomach- more than flat, it was cobbled through with abs. He could touch his abs now, and he couldn't bring himself to stop rubbing at them just to feel the rock hard ridges beneath his fingers. In his old body these muscles would be shriveled up from years of disuse and buried behind layers of fat but now they were fully on display, and they looked damn fine! This was actual six pack, the kind that came from countless hour of crunches and other such exercises that Bernard knew nothing about.

His entire body was now threaded through with muscle and he had no idea where any of it came from but he was grateful for it and he intended to have a lot of fun with it. Broad, well developed shoulders slithering down to powerful arms that hung down on either side of a set of hefty pecs that look like they belong on a Greek statue- and he felt as good as he looked! Everything about his new body was so tight and compact, built out of trained muscles that stood up proudly rather than weak flesh that surrendered to gravity.

Experimentally, he dropped to the floor and began doing push ups- he hadn't even thought of the exercise since his days in high school physical education class, but he was filled with a burning need to test out his new muscles. Back in his old body he’d usually collapse after one or two and then need an aspirin, but as he pumped up and down with his strong arms he felt like he’d never have to stop. Liquid gold was flowing through his veins!

Over and over again he sank so close to the floor that his chest almost touched the boards, but something else always touched down first- the pièce de résistance of his new body, Andy's penis. Given the unfortunate size of the cock Bernard had been born with he'd been certain that it would be an improvement no matter what his student was packing, but this was beyond his wildest dreams. Even soft it was a behemoth, and the heavy balls that accompanied it were equally impressive. He'd certainly made the right choice when picking a new body!

Grinning, he hopped back up to his feet, appreciating the simple joy of being able to stand without his joints protesting. The years had not been exceptionally kind to him but even in his youth he’d been something of a weakling, so being a strapping young lad was a novelty to him. One he intended to make the most of...

There were so many possibilities! His mind raced but ultimately he came to the conclusion that there were really only two things he really wanted: to drink and to fuck.

In his real body he got drunk often (partially due to the sting a lifetime of missed avenues and wrong choices, mostly due to boredom) but there was a difference between drinking alone and at a party... and as for the sex? Bernard turned his attention down again, admiring the young man’s enormous cock. He couldn’t imagine what lovemaking would be like with such an impressive tool at his disposal!

Tilting his face side to side he admired how handsome Andy was. With that strong jaw, those deep brown eyes, the manly stubble, he’d certainly have no trouble landing a pretty young thing! And a head full of hair too! He ran his hands through his hair, a bit surprised by its unfamiliar, wooly texture, but he wasn't going to complain because he was just thrilled to have anything on his head.

"Hello there ladies," he tested out his new voice, which was so deep and rich compared to his old one. If he'd taught classes with a voice like this, maybe students would have listened more! He leaned in to the mirror, letting him stretch his new wingspan, and imagined that he was talking to a group of admirers. "I don't suppose any of you pretty young things would be interested in showing an old man a good time?"

"No? Well how about a young stud like me instead?" he said cockily, making his bicep bounce a few times, and he pictured a classroom full of girls swooning. "Ladies, please, don't fight! There's enough of me to go around." He winked then reached down and took his new cock into his hand, wagging it around so its huge (even when soft) length danced, and he felt his balls tingle. "More than enough for all of you."

His mind drifted back to his ex-wife, who had left him after ten years of marriage because she "wasn't attracted to him anymore" and he cackled with delight when he looked at the young stud in the mirror. He'd like to see her try to say that now! But he wouldn't give an old broad like that the time of day anymore, no, he was more interested in girls "his own age," and on a Friday night he knew there would be plenty of them out there waiting for him.

Satisfied with his examination of his new body, Bernard hastened to get dressed so he could head out for a night on the town. He could work out the realities of his situation tomorrow- tonight he was going to have some well deserved fun.

None of his boring old clothes would fit a body like this so he'd thought ahead and picked out a new outfit to match his new body- something classy, unlike the baggy dreck that the youth of today wore. He slipped into a button up shirt, purposefully leaving it unbuttoned halfway down his chest to allow a tantalizing peek at his new torso, and he dabbed a bit of cologne on his wrists for good measure. The pants were a bit tighter than expected and he had to shimmy his hips to squeeze himself inside and leave the belt fairly loose, and when he looked in the mirror he realized why.

"Oh dear god..." he whispered, turning himself to the right and left to get a view of how his new butt strained at the back of his pants. He'd had to guess at the boy's measurements and he'd severely underestimated the size of Andy's posterior. Bernard never understood the fascination that young men these days seemed to have with their posteriors- what on Earth would any man need with such a giant backside?

But when he turned back around and saw the bulge in the front of his pants, the only thing he could think about was stepping out the door and finding someone to use it on.

"Get ready world," he boldly declared. "There's a new big man on campus."

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Hiya! Have never made a fic request before, but here goesssss:

You and Andy met through mutual friends in Nashville during the summer of 2022 while he was recording some tracks for Unreal Unearth. You spent nearly three months in each other's beds before you abruptly "ghosted" him by moving to LA for your dream marketing job w/ Warner Music Group.

Now here you are, at an engagement party of your childhood best friend Stephanie to one of Andrew's childhood mates, sitting across the table from the man you never thought you'd have to see again - one who's staring at you like this:

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Wow, ehm, this was quite the specific request. I usually don't do these, as I find that my creativity works best with a bit of freedom. I somehow managed to come up with something, I don't know if it is any good though.

So please, for future requests, be a bit less specific. The idea was to just send a pic with a request for fluff or smut. It's absolutely fine to ask for a certain outfit, hairstyle, setting, trope, etc., but please don't get mad if I choose to ignore detailed requests like this in the future.

warnings: talk about past ghosting

 Gloomy eyes bore into you, staring you down from across the table with a resentment you had never seen in them before. Was he sulking? Or trying to read your mind? Or did he hope his gaze would turn into actual daggers and pierce right through you on the spot?

Whatever it was, it was working and even though you had given it your all to hold your ground these past hours, your walls firmly pulled up all evening, you could steadily feel the inner storm build that tugged on your nerves from both ends until they would eventually snap.

But beside all the grim looks he had shot your way, he had not said a single word. Not to you, anyway, and also not to many of the other guests. But as he leant in now, eyes narrowed, his elbows supporting his weight against the table, you knew that the dangerous clenching of his jaw could only mean that he was finally ready to fire his venom your way. 

You rose to your feet in an instant, the blatant noise as your chair scraped across the floor silencing every single conversation in the room. And even though all eyes were collectively resting on you now, it was that one familiar set of green orbs that forced the heat into your cheeks.

“I’ll just,” you stuttered, pointing across your shoulder to the nearest escape route into the garden. “I just need some fresh air. Be back in a sec.”

With one last apologetic look at your friend, you wasted no more time on half-hearted excuses and hurried your steps to get away from the table—from him—as far as possible. 

A cool breeze welcomed you as you stepped through the large glass doors, but you did not hold your steps until you had crossed the entirety of the terrace and your feet touched the pliable surface of the lawn. The silence was heavenly, allowing you to properly breathe for the first time tonight. 

Sadly it was disturbed by hurried steps all too soon. Probably Stephanie’s, who must have come to check on you after that suspicious stunt you had pulled mere moments ago. Good, you thought, you had a bone to pick with her anyway. How could she, after everything that had happened, invite that man without at least giving you a heads up?

“Is this your idea of a joke?” you blurted out, hoping she was already close enough to hear you. You did not care to turn, being far too angry to face her yet.

“Can’t really say it is, no.”

But the voice that answered you was not Stephanie’s at all. You spun around on instinct, wide eyes finding the outline of his familiar form against the lights that fell from the house behind him.

“Andrew.”

What a stupid thing to say. Of course it was him. However much you wished it was not. And his reply made it unmistakably clear that he did not care for your presence either.

“Why are you here?” “What do mean, why am I here?” you snapped. “I was invited, just like you, I presume.”

“You didn’t need to come,” he stated plainly, and the cold in his voice made you shiver.

“I might not have if I had known you’d be here.”

“That’s rich!” he spat. “Especially since you are the one who chose to leave.”

“I chose to, yes,” you defended yourself, taking a step towards him. Why, you did not know. Were you getting ready to throw hands with him? You would, if provoked. Or did you just succumb to the need to look into his eyes while you said what you had been needing to say for so long. “Because I wanted that job. You know how much it meant to me. But even more so,” you paused for a moment, reluctant to finally reveal the full truth. A truth you had never been able to tell before. The real reason why you had so cowardly deserted him almost two years ago. “I needed space.”

“Space?” his brows furrowed as he pondered the revelation. “So, you were running from me?”

“No, not from you.” How could he ever think you were running from him? And if that was not enough to make your heart heavy, the broken look in his eyes almost killed you. It tempted you to give in, to reach out and touch his cheek to ease the harsh creases in his forehead. But you could not. “I ran from whatever it was that you and me were. It…I couldn’t do it any longer.”

“Why?”

“You know why.”

He sighed, the frustration in his tone was apparent now. “No, I don’t.”

“Because I wanted you,” you blurted out. “I wanted you so much.” And then your voice broke underneath the weight of your confession. "But not like that.”

“Like what?”

It was your turn to sigh now. Why did he have to make this extra hard for you? Why couldn’t he just understand?

“Andy, I wanted a life with you. Not some casual sex whenever I fit into your busy schedule.”

“That’s not fair. You knew who is was, what I do.”

He was right of course. You had known all of that from the start. And still you had clung to that frail thread of hope that this, you and him, would somehow be different.

“I did. But I didn’t know…” You could not bare to look at him. Not when your vision was already starting to blur. He would notice, and you could not allow that on top of everything else that was already turning this night into your personal living hell. And so you spun around.

“What? What did you not know?”

The sudden softness in his voice finally made your eyes spill over. Hot streams of tears ran down your cheeks freely now, and when he touched you, so tender, just like you remembered, there was nothing left inside of you to resist. As if your soul had left your body, you watched the scene unfold, watched him turn you back around, your heart almost leaping out of your chest when his formerly furious eyes softened instantly. It was time.

“I did not know how much I would…” you sniffled, “how much you would come to mean to me.”

There, you had said it, and it had not nearly hurt as much as you had anticipated. Actually, you were feeling a little better, lighter, somehow. But at the same time it was almost unbearably clear to you that your fate now hung in the balance of the deafening silence that loomed in the darkness all around you.

Time trickled by torturously slowly, but still no words had left his lips. You were almost beginning to wonder if he would ever speak to you again, if you should just walk away and leave it all behind. But things were different now than they had been two years ago, you were different, and so you stayed put. 

And then he moved. Carefully, as if he was afraid to scare you away, he reached out for you. His hand felt heavenly against the cool skin of your cheek and the gentle brush of his thumb as he wiped away your tears made your heart flutter. Yet it was nothing compared to his words.

“And you think you did not mean just as much to me?”

You could not speak, your tongue heavy as lead. And so you simply shook your head instead. You were still trying hard to process his words, so afraid your foggy brain might have misheard that you did not notice at first. It was only when you felt his breath crawling along your lips that you realised he was pulling you in. 

With the point of no return long passed, there was no going back now. Fisting the cool leather of his jacket, you closed the small gap that still remained and with the long lost taste of him fresh on your lips, you lost all control.

Lips moved in a fevered frenzy, tongues dancing, exploring, tasting what they had dearly missed all this time, glad to find that nothing had changed, even though everything was different now. 

You both broke away with a gasp, panting heavily as he rested his forehead against yours, your face still framed by his large hands.

“I’m sorry I fucked this up,” he pushed out between two harsh breaths.

“We both did.”

But you did not think it mattered anymore, all the pain and frustration and anger washed away as you buried your face in the soft cotton of his shirt and let his familiar scent calm your racing heart. You had no idea how long the two of you had stayed like this, his arms wrapped around you, tender lips pressing a kiss to your hair every now and then. All you knew was that you never wanted this to end. And there was only one question left to ask.

“Where do we go from here?” your words came muffled against his chest.

“How about back inside?” He must have felt you stir upon his words and so he was quick to add, “Just for a start. We can figure out the rest along the way.”

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Like I’m Gonna Lose You

Part 1

Summary: your crush on your married lawyer friend gets a little out of control…

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink, infidelity

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader, mentions of Andy Barber x Laurie Barber

A/N: This is something inspired by the lovely @georgiapeach30513 ! If it wasn’t for her AMAZING fic Desperate Affairs I’m not sure this would exist.

If you would like to read more I am hoping to post the next part soon.

Autumn set in early this year, much earlier then you ever remembered it setting in before. Only the first week of September and you were already wearing your fall jacket to work. You always loved fall, but wish that summer could last just a little longer.

You locked up your apartment as you set out for work, earlier than usual so you could stop and get a nice warm coffee, heck maybe you’d even spring for one of the seasonal drinks since it was pay week.

As you walked into the little cafe and joined the line, which was already so long despite the early hour, you spotted him. ADA Andy Barber. The man you had secretly crushed on for months. It was embarrassing at this point. Mostly because he’s married. It was so hard though, he was always so kind and attentive. In those moments it was easy to forget why you shouldn’t be crushing on him.

“Hey!” Andy smiled at you, and your heart jumped into your throat. Why did he have to have such a nice smile? “I didn’t know you came here. It’s been a while.”

Yeah because I’m avoiding you.

“I don’t usually,” you tried to smile but it probably came out more like a grimace. “With how cool it’s been I wanted a warm treat and no better time than pay week.” Ugh, why? Why were you so awkward?

Andy made small talk as you both progressed through the line. It was wonderful, and so horrible at the same time. Once you placed your order, he quickly sidled up beside to place his own and pay for both.

“Andy! You don’t have to do that!” You look up at him pleadingly.

“My treat.” He says, and he has his courtroom voice on. “Maybe this means I’ll see you here again since you didn’t have to splurge today.” He winks at you.

He WINKED! That has to mean something. God you wish you were better at this.

“Thank you Andy. I really appreciate it.” You smile shyly. “Maybe I’ll come back tomorrow since it’s my day off and I can actually sit and enjoy a coffee for once.” You laugh at your own joke.

“I’ll be here same time, I’ll even save us a table.” Andy says as he reaches for both your cups from the barista saying a quick thanks.

“It’s a date!” You smack you forehead. What a stupid thing to say to a married man. Married, he’s married! “I uh I didn’t mean, you know date as in dating. Oh god. You know what I’m uh I have to go to work. Thanks again Andy.” Your face heats up as you speed walk to your car.

Stupid, stupid! How could you have said that out loud, to his face! He’s gonna think you’re crazy. Scratch that you are crazy. Pining after a man who’s married with a kid. Just ridiculous.

You look up hearing a tapping on your window - it’s Andy. You roll down your window, looking directly at your steering wheel, still too embarrassed to look at him, you can’t even ask him what he wants, it’s too much. He’s probably here to tell you to stay away from him.

“Hey sweetheart,” ugh the pet name is back. He always calls you this when you do something embarrassing. Usually it’s something small like tripping or dropping stuff. Nothing like proclaiming seeing him as a date.

“I’m so sorry Andy, that was so innapropriate. I should not have said that.” You speak barely above a whisper. Not even sure he heard you.

“Don’t worry sweetheart, I’ll see you tomorrow same time, okay? Just wanted to make sure you were okay.” He reaches his hand through the open window and strokes your hair back from your face.

Huh. Andy’s always been affectionate with you, maybe he’s taking pity on your by now obvious crush on him.

“Th-thanks Andy. See you tomorrow.” You put the car and gear and drive away. God that man he did something to you.

Your day at work was mostly wasted as you spent most of your time thinking of how your date with Andy would go tomorrow. Coffee, he invited you for coffee. That doesn’t mean it’s a date. It’s true lots of friends just get coffee with each other.

Finally, your work day over you sign off and say good bye to your coworkers. Getting in your car, you decide to stop at the grocery store to pick up a few things since you planned to spend all of tomorrow reliving your date with Andy. Whatever, it’s in your own head. Enjoy the moments while you have them right?

Picking up your essentials for the week on autopilot, you barely realize when your back in the car and are halfway home before your brain comes back online. Oh well, at least it wasn’t far. Although you should probably stop day dreaming about Andy while driving. That was a sure fire way to get in an accident.

You spend most of the night tossing and turning, not sure what to think about tomorrow. You finally pull yourself out of bed at 5, knowing you won’t be getting any sleep. You shower and decide to wear one of your favourite fall outfits. A brown sweater dress that has always fit you well. Putting on some light make up, you look at the time and realize you’re running later than you thought and rush out the door.

Pulling up to the cafe you see Andy through the window. As promised sitting at a table, with two cups infront of him.

You take a breath and look at him closely before you walk in. He looked good when he’s not in a suit. He also looks good in a suit, but casual - in jeans and a sweater? This is new and fantastic.

“Andy!” You say as you walk over to the table. “I thought you might be working today?” You don’t mean it to come out as a question but it does anyways.

He laughs and smiles at you. “ I have to go by the courthouse later, but wanted to see you this morning.” His eyes sparkle at you. “I got you the same as yesterday, I hope that’s okay.”

“It’s great but you didn’t have to. I thought I was paying today.” You pout at him as you sit across from him. This kinda feels like a date, right? You can pretend at least.

“I know, I know. But how could I let you pay on our date?” His smile is mischievous. Like he knows he’s doing something he shouldn’t.

Your blush reaches your toes if possible.

“Oh God. Andy I’m so sorry, I know this isn’t a date, I can’t believe I said that, to your face!” You cover your face with your hands but not for long. Andy reaches across the table, and holds your hands in his.

“Andy?” You’re confused. Very confused. And maybe reading into the situation a little too much.

“I’m sorry sweetheart. There’s no reason to be embarrassed.” His smile is so warm on his beautiful face. And you’re not sure what to say so you take a sip of coffee.

“Did you order black?” You ask him and he nods. You quickly switch the cups and sigh at the sip of your over priced pumpkin spice whatever.

From there the conversation flows for more than an hour. You’ve never been able to speak to someone like this. Not friends or ex-boyfriends. Andy is such a great listener and so passionate when he speaks. You get lost staring at him while he tells you about a case he just wrapped up.

Watching how his eyes light up when he mentions something he was clearly proud of. How his neck flexes when he recalls something seedy the defence did. He’s just beautiful.

“Hey,” he waves a hand in front of your face. “Did I lose you for a minute?”

“N-no, of course not. You were talking about how Neil’s been trying to steal this case from you?” God you hope that’s right.

He sighs, wrong. Dammit.

“Laurie finds this stuff boring too. I’m used to it. We can talk about something else if you want.” You definitely don’t want that. He seems so sad, and put out by your obvious distraction, it’s natural when you reach across the table to cup his cheek.

“I’m sorry Andy. It’s not boring I promise. I just um…” you trail off, unsure of how to say what was actually happening.

“What sweetheart? You know you can tell me.” His face is a mix of confusion and worry. And you don’t like that so you know you have to tell him.

“Well I just was watching you while you spoke, and I know it sounds creepy. But Andy you’re so passionate and it shows throughout you. I really admire that about you.” There that wasn’t terrible. He won’t think the wrong thing, right?

The smile that spreads across his face makes your insides jump around. Beautiful.

“Thank you sweetheart. You want to get out of here?” Wait what? Isn’t that what the creepy dude you met at the bar asked you? It must have shown on your face because he quickly added, “I’d like to spend some more time with you, but I’m not gonna lie. These chairs? They’re killing my back.” He laughed.

You laughed too. “Would you want to come back to my apartment? I could make us a bite to eat?”

“That sounds great sweetheart. Text me your address, I’ll meet you there.”

You text him your address and start to gather your things. He walks you to your car with his hand on the small of your back the whole time. It’s not weird, friends do this. Right?

You race back to your apartment to do a quick tidy before Andy shows up. Just when you begin to think he isn’t showing up, there’s a knock at your door.

“Sorry! Couldn’t find parking” he must have parked pretty far away. You see the slight sheen of sweat on his brow.

“That’s alright, please come in. And excuse the mess I was planning to clean when I got back.”

His eyes take in your apartment and you squirm like he’s inspecting you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask. His silence is making you nervous, and you shuffle your feet.

“Oh sweetheart no, nothings wrong. Your place is wonderful. I was just trying to find this ‘mess’ you speak of.” He pulls you into his arms. And you giggle at his joke and the closeness. “ is this okay?” He asks wrapping one arm around your waist. The other has found it’s way to your face cupping your cheek and bringing you closer.

“Uh Andy what’s going on?” You’re nervous it’s obvious. He can’t be doing what you think he’s doing.

As leans in you can see his lips get closer before he whispers. “Please don’t tell me it’s all in my head. You want me, don’t you?”

Before you can respond he’s kissing you. Actually kissing you. And the world stops for a moment, because this? This is perfect, and wonderful and-he’s married.

You push him away. “Andy, you’re - you’re married. What about Laurie?” God it hurt to push him away. But you can’t do this right? Even if you’ve never felt like that kissing someone before.

Andy sighs and pulls away from you. And that hurts worse than stopping the kissing. He begins to pace around your living room, before he gathers his thoughts. He finally turns to you and places his hands on his hips.

“Just answer me. Do you want me?” He looks sad again, and that’s a look you don’t want to see on his face. And worse to know you put it there.

“Of course I do. But-“ he cuts you off.

“Sweetheart, things with Laurie they’re - complicated. And you, I feel so much more like myself around you. Please, if you don’t want this I will walk out that door, and never bother you again. But if you do…” he trails off. The most earnest look on his face.

Your body makes a decision before your brain can catch up and somehow you’re kissing him again. But this time it’s much more heated.

“You’re sure?” You mumble against his lips. His only answer is to wrap his hand around your thighs and lift. Blindly carrying you over to the couch. He trails kisses down your neck to the line of your sweater dress. His hands skimming up your thighs underneath your dress to your panties.

“Wanted you for so long.” He says between kisses to your collarbone. “Wanna see you sweetheart, can I?”

You nod bashfully and he gets up so you can pull your sweater dress off. There you are standing in front of Andy Barber in nothing but a nude lacy bra and panty set.

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart. You’re beautiful like this.” His hands reach out to you and you go into his embrace. And he’s kissing you again. Pushing you down to the couch he starts to grope at your breasts, before releasing the front clasp on your bra.

The groan Andy lets out when he sees your breasts spill out flips a switch in you. This man wants you so badly, he’s willing to cheat on his wife for you. You reach down to remove your panties, but Andy’s hand stops you.

“Want you to keep them on sweetheart. Gonna fuck you, then fill you up and then you’re gonna keep it in there all day till I tell you to clean up. Cause you’re my good girl right?” His pupils are blown wide as he looks down at you. And all you can do is moan and nod.

“Please Andy…” you’re writhing and mewling beneath him and he’s barely touched you. You reach down to pull at his fly and button to get his cock out.

“Such a good girl for me aren’t you sweetheart?” He starts to pinch on of your nipples, while massaging the other breast. “Want Daddy to take care of you? Get you all cockdrunk and full?”

“Please Daddy,” you don’t even know what you’re saying anymore as you slowly jack him off. “Want you so bad, always wanted you, only you.”

Andy groans and surges forward to kiss you again. His hands leave your breasts to line himself up with your core. He pulls your panties to the side with one and runs the head of his cock between your lips with the other.

“Look at you, drenched for me and I’ve barely even touched you. Tell me how bad you want it baby, and then I’ll give it to you.” You reach up to cup his cheek.

“Want you so bad Daddy. Need you. Feel like I’m gonna lose it if you’re not inside me soon.” You whine and whimper as he teases you with his cock.

Finally he starts to breach your pussy. It’s a stretch, he’s bigger than you have had before, and you reach up to his arms and squeeze.

“You’re doing so good for me baby. Just a little more. Daddy will take care of you, I promise.” He’s whispering as he leans his forehead against yours. His eyes staring straight into yours.

“You’re so big, I don’t think it’s gonna fit.” You whimper and he kisses your temple. Finally you feel his balls slap against your ass and he’s all the way in.

“Oh baby, gonna fuck you now. You ready?” His hips are already pulling back before you can answer and they snap forward roughly.

Your eyes roll back as he gets into a rhythm. No one has ever throughly ruined you like this before. He may have ruined you for other men.

Andy sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping into you fast and rough. His right hand cupping and playing with your breast and the left sneaking into your panties to rub circles on your clit.

“Daddy please ‘m close.” It’s building inside you and before you can warn him your screaming out your orgasm.

“That’s it, such a good girl for Daddy. I’m right behind you baby.” And somehow Andy’s pace picks up again. You didn’t think he could fuck you any faster or harder, but here he is railing you within an inch of your life.

“‘M close baby, almost there.” He groans his release and you feel his cum flooding into you.

He pants into your neck for a few moments as you stroke one hand through his hair. The other is shamelessly clinging to his ass.

“You did so good for me baby.” He leans over you to pepper kisses all over your face causing you to giggle.

“Andy!” He laughs and finally gives you a break. Looking down at where you’re both connected he slowly starts to pull out, causing you to shudder. He lets your panties snap back into place, and slides down to kiss over your covered mound.

“Remember baby keep it all inside until I tell you to clean up okay?” This is new. The sex you’ve had with men before was…meh at best. And now you’ve slept with a married man, who wants you to call him Daddy and keep his cum inside you all day.

“Uh Andy?” You’re not sure if you want to tell him this. But you probably should.

When he climbs back up your body and gazes into your eyes it’s to see a searching expression on his face.

“Yeah baby, what is it?” He’s so kind, so sweet.

“What does this mean?” You can’t look him in the eye. It’s too embarrassing.

Andy sighs before responding. “I want to do this with you. Get to know you, spend time with you, fucking ruin you for other men. I don’t know where it will god, but we’ll figure it out as we go. Don’t worry baby, I’ll take care of you.”

And that’s how your affair with Andy Barber started.

After that it became a regular thing. When he could sneak away from Laurie he would text or call you to come over. There was nagging guilt building, but you always managed to push it away.

He was choosing you over her!

You let it carry on for months, trying all of Andy’s newest ideas to bring you both pleasure. After the first time, he didn’t linger around for very long after. Usually leaving as soon as he had you stuffed full of his cum. And you of course just kept falling for this unavailable man.

As you tidied up the house on your day off you heard your phone start ringing from the kitchen where you must have left it.

“Hang on!” You rush through the living room to answer, knowing that the only person who ever calls you is Andy.

“Hey Sweetheart,” ugh his voice. It got you every time.

“Hey Andy, what’s up?” That was casual right?

He laughs across the line, “I miss you sweetheart can I come see you?”

“Oh course! I was just tidy-“he cuts you off.

“Great I’ll be there in 20.” With that the line clicks off. You hum as you lose interest in tidying and decide to change, since you know what’s coming.

Slipping out of your pants and t-shirt, you decide on a floral dress with spaghetti straps. Andy always likes when you wear dresses for him.

15 minutes later you hear the knock at your apartment door that can only be him.

You smile as you open the door. “Hey, were you in the neighborhood?”

He doesn’t answer, just closes the door behind him, and pulls his jacket off. He goes to sit on your couch and gestures you to follow him.

“Is something wrong?” You ask him with a worried look on your face.

Andy’s face softens as he pulls you into his lap. “No sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’s not you. Just a bad day and I needed my good girl around to help me feel better.”

You wrap your arms around his shoulders and nuzzle into his neck. Peppering kisses along the collar of his shirt. “I’m sorry, can I do anything to help you feel better?”

His smile is watery as he turns his face to look at you. “Can I take you to bed baby? I just need to feel you.”

“Of course Daddy, always want to feel you.” You wrap your arms tightly around his shoulders as he lifts you bridal style to take you to your bedroom.

He gently lowers you to your mattress, and himself above you. The kiss he plants on your lips is different from all the times he’s kissed you before. It’s slower, more passionate, like he’s trying to convey more without words.

You thread your fingers through his hair with one hand and use the other to start unbuttoning his shirt. Which he quickly shrugs out of. He moves to the zipper of your dress, normally something like this he’d barely undress you, but today something was different. Did he feel it too?

When you were both fully naked he cupped your cheek and stared into your eyes for a few moments, before slowly easing himself into you. Slowly he began to rut into you, his eyes never leaving yours. You could feel the pleasure building, slowly, but in a delicious way you had never felt before.

Using one arm to brace himself he brought the other down to your clit and started rubbing figure eights.

“Oh Andy, please I’m close. Don’t stop.” You were panting.

“I know sweetheart, I’m close too. Come on, I want us to cum together.” He adds more pressure to his fingers and changes the angle of his hips so he’s hitting your g-spot with every thrust.

“Oh! Oh, right there, right-“ you cut yourself off with a loud moan as your orgasm tears through you. It almost feels like you black out for a moment, because the next thing you know Andy is collapsing beside you and pulling you into his chest.

Through the afterglow you manage to murmur a few words to Andy. “I love you…”

He stiffens underneath you, the slow strokes of his hand running up and down your arm stop immediately.

“Andy?” He starts to sit up, not looking at you. In that moment you realize how wrong you had gotten everything. He didn’t want more than the sex. That was it, and here you were falling in love with a married man.

“I have to go.” He quickly gathers his clothes, still not looking at you as he dresses himself. While you sit alone and naked on your bed, in shock. Once he’s dressed he spares you a glance before walking out your door.

As soon as the latch clicks into place it’s like the last few moments finally hit you. You told him you love him, and he left. You turn over and sob into your pillow, uncaring for your nakedness, or how cold your bedroom is. Still smelling his cologne there makes you sob harder, to the point you feel like you’re going to throw up. It’s too much. You gave him too much of yourself, and now what do you have to show for it?

The days seems to stretch on after that. Everything seems to be passing in a haze around you. You call in to work on Monday, because why bother.

On Monday night you get a text from Andy. To say you’re shocked is an understatement. You stare at the notification for a while, unsure if you want to see what he has to say.

Deciding that you pretty much already knew what it was going to say you decide to jump in the shower, since you can’t remember the last time you did that. Stepping out you see your phone taunting you from the counter. More notifications from Andy.

Hey Sweetheart, just wanted to check in. Can I call? Pffft yeah right.

I’m sorry Sweetheart, please just let me explain

Nope, not gonna work.

At least just let me know you’re okay? Why were you starting to feel guilty? Of course you weren’t okay. Of course you didn’t want to speak with him. Of course you were falling for it.

Before your brain catches up to what you are doing you’re phone is ringing to Andy.

“Hello?” His voice is rough, like he was sleeping. Maybe he’s as upset as you?

“Sweetheart? Are you there?”

“Hey, yup, sorry. What do you want Andy?” Ugh, why are you almost crying again.

“Can I come over and we talk? Please? I want to explain and I don’t want to do it over the phone or through text.” He’s pleading. Well good, he broke your heart.

“If you want to come over to make it clear that this was just sex to you, no need. You walking out the door after I told you I love you-“ your breath gets caught in your throat but you power through. “That made things pretty clear.”

“That’s not-“ this time you cut him off.

“No Andy. Unless you’re about to say ‘I’m leaving Laurie’ this conversation is over.” You pause waiting for him to say something, anything. After the longest moment of silence you’ve ever experienced in your life passes you hang up.

It’s like you have no more tears left. You stand there alone in your sad apartment feeling the worst you have in a long time. You decide you need to move on, avoid Andy at all costs and live your life like you used to before the tornado that he was, came blustering in.

[caustic-cola]

Forgive me for saying something we all know already, but episode 15 of OUAW is an all-timer. Minor spoilers and observations below the cut as I ramble on about this for way too long.

It feels like a straight up soap opera or something. Plus the jokes are top notch, everybody's firing on all cylinders and throughout the episode everyone gets a chance to take the spotlight and be the funniest. Gideon throughout the entire ceremony was just funny as hell; when he's given the right setup Mace knocks it out of the park. Derek riffing with him ("the old ball and chain, and chain, and chain") before they walk down the aisle really adds character to their dynamic. Mikey being hilarious goes without saying, he comes up with bits as naturally as I breathe air and is also responsible for some of the most out of pocket jokes in the series. "Anyone else hear the sound of wind going through a canyon" and "You know, I have King's Right" are just foul and I love it.

And Richie and Nikkie. Couldn't have done it without you two. Richie playing the part perfectly, as always, and dutifully sneaking in with that one line during a bit that just kills. Not to mention coming up with the whole scheme in the first place. And I would never be able to do the things Nikkie does. She is a very well-balanced DM and it's extremely impressive how she knows when to move the plot along and when to just let things go off the rails, as well as pulling out random side characters that give the boys new material to work with and are funny af in their own right.

Episodes like these really put into perspective how well everyone works with each other. Groups like theirs don't happen all the time, and it takes a lot of time and effort to be so in tune with each other that you can improv funnier stuff for your free Youtube series than some teams of professional paid writers can come up with for a syndicated television show. They all bring different things to the table and keep each other balanced.

I know some people find Mikey's brand of humor a bit grating but I honestly adore it and he has a special place in my heart; out of all of them I think he's made me laugh the most. Richie is quieter and isn't a joke machine but the ones he does make are top tier, plus out of all of them I think he understands the most about the character he plays and considers that before every action. People talk a lot about Mace's laugh and yes, whenever he laughs the bit in question gets twice as funny. But he's sneaky with the jokes too, and delivers them with a lot of charisma that sells the punchline very often. Derek is kind of a combination of them all; he can do the physical comedy and the one liners and the banter, with a deadpan delivery that makes everything that comes out of his mouth more humorous. Plus when he drops the monotone and goes full out nuts it's an absolute treat. Andy wasn't in this episode (sigh) but he is absolutely excellent, not only does he manage to have good banter with every member of the group and of course plays the resident stuffed toy dipped in a bedpan that we all know and love, but he also is the one bigging up his tablemates the most often and it's super endearing. And of course, Nikkie is creative as all hell with the characters she brings to the table and the situations she cooks up for them to navigate through. I know she's working out of a book but there are so many things she made up on the spot so that we, the audience, could have a good time. She's also my favorite in Uprooted, I think her comedy style is similar to Mikey's but a bit less loud and a bit more sex-pesty, which I very much like.

Anyway, episode 15 rocks. That's it, see ya.

[arlovegood]

A long forgotten Silrah Drabble

HELLOOOOOO! Long time no see folks, Grad program has been a pain in my ass and God do I wish every day more and more that I was born an heiress. But alas, I come here because I found this little WIP in my long long list of unfinished drafts and really liked what I wrote. I'll probably never continue this as I have no idea where I was going with it, but decided to published what I had.

This is for all of my Silrah girlies out there, and most of all to the incredible @septemberrie who was the one who once got me very interested in them. Hope you guys like it.

He still remembers the first time he gathered the courage to talk to her. He, the orphan worthy of pity who looked more like a baby duck constantly holding onto his popular best friend. She, older, cool, unattached, Rosalind’s golden girl.

To be truthful the only reason he ever spoke to her at all was because Ben - that little piece of shit - turned the cafeteria ground into quicksand for just the amount of time necessary for Saul to lose his balance and fall straight into her table.

He could still recall it. Her piercing stare. She knew who he was, he didn’t know how he knew that but he was sure. What she didn’t know was what the fuck he was doing there, at her table.

To be fair neither did he but well c'est la vie 

It was one of the bravest - and later he would learn best - things he ever did, to sit at her table - visible empty but without giving her the air of a loner - and mutter a single Hi

He doesn't remember what led to it, but suddenly they were talking and it felt nice, like she understood him, and he got her.

That day was also the day that he learned that Farrah Dowling, despite what everyone thought, was no goodie two shoes.

They had been talking for what felt like a long while when he spotted someone making their way to the table they were both currently sitting in. 

Aubrey, or was it Ashley? He couldn’t remember, all he knew was that she was Andreas' latest attempt at trying to help Saul ‘get his dick wet’ as his friend so eloquently put it.

It wasn’t that she was not good looking, she was, very much, otherwise Andreas would never even know her name - thinking about it Saul wondered if he actually did? - but Saul was not really that enthusiastic about hooking up with his friends left overs - he wasn’t stupid enough to believe Aubrey/Ashley hadn’t at least given his roommate a blowjob - and he remembered that when he kissed her, her mouth tasted like the herbs Ben’s father made them study about and honestly, he just wanted to not deal with it. All of it. 

The pink haired specialist caught Farah’s attention too and the mind fairy turned to him with a raised eyebrow and asked:

“Friend of yours?”

“Not really”

“Hum”

And Saul was already mentally preparing himself for whatever scenario could succeed.

Would Aubrey/Ashley want to hook up again? Did she want to humiliate him and tell him his kiss sucked - he never had any complaints but you could never be sure. Did she want to know where Andreas was for a repeat of their he wasn’t sure but probably was correct about blowjob session? 

He hoped it was the last, even if he had no idea where Andy was - off on an orgy outside the barrier? Probably. Andreas liked to get his blood pumping.

What he was not expecting was that the girl would abruptly stop mid journey and start looking completely nauseated, even dropping her lunch tray to hold her stomach and then proceed to dash out the canteen’s door. He stood there blinking for a couple seconds trying to understand what had just transpired. 

He turned to Farah to see if she was just as confused as he was and that was when he saw it. You see, to any onlooker, Farah’s face looked the exact same, not even a muscle twitch out of place. But Saul saw it, the glint in her eyes, not of magic - that disappeared very quickly - but of mirth. The glint of someone who did something they probably shouldn’t have yet they enjoyed it.

It felt like all the lessons were coming back to him. Mind fairies, the underdogs of the magical world, often overlooked by everyone, yet some of the most powerful ones, capable not only of feeling what’s inside your head but also making you feel whatever they wish you to do.

And he knew that it was her. Farah had made Aubrey/Ashley sick and she hadn’t even batted an eyelash while doing it. Was it odd that it kinda turned him on? Andy would probably say it wasn’t, but then again, Andreas hated Farah's Guts - for what reason Saul wasn’t sure - so maybe he would hit Saul in the head to get him to get over it.

She looked at him then, raised an eyebrow, as if daring him to question her. She knew he knew. But Saul didn’t, instead, he simply signed and said:

"Guess Doris will have to check the food. It seems something nasty fell on it” And the little twitch in the corner of her mouth told him something he could not yet understand. Told him of a future as partners. The best fairy/specialist duo Alfea had ever seen. Told him of war and hurt, told him of a friendship that would survive the worst times and the gravest of mistakes. 

It also told him of eternal blue balls but it was for the best that he didn’t know that particular bit yet.

[thatesqcrush]

Inaugural Sparks

David (A Murder at the End of the World) x reader.

AN: I know nothing about Raúl’s character so forgive me for any mischaracterizations. I just really wanted to write something for this character and couldn’t wait until the 14th.

Rating: NSFW for 🌶️🌶️

You stood poised in front of a rustic bar, your heart fluttering with the anticipation of your first date with David Alvarez. The autumn air is crisp, causing a soft blush to bloom on your cheeks. You are clad in a cozy, burnt-orange sweaterdress that complements the fall foliage. Your eyes, full of hope and curiosity, are as vibrant as the setting sun. Your fingers nervously played with the cuff of your sleeve, a silent testament to the excitement and uncertainty of the impending encounter. The scent of fallen leaves and the distant sound of laughter from the bar added to the atmosphere of anticipation.

In many ways this was a blind date. But it also wasn’t.

It was a date in the making through mutual friends, Andy Ronson, and his wife Lee, who showed you off to David on his phone and vice versa with him to you. It might have been just a picture, but the attraction was instantaneous.

And this date took weeks in the making thanks to conflicting work schedules. David was an Argentine venture capitalist who happened to be on the top ten Midas list for Forbes. While VCs only invested in 2–3 companies a year, the rest of his time was spent platonically courting entrepreneurs. Suffice it to say, he was loaded. But truthfully, you were well off as well and your work had kept you just as busy.

You and David had been texting and calling for weeks now. Some of the communications were purely innocent, while others were downright filthy. Finally, after so many nights of teasing and eluding, of shared pictures that showed little but promised much more, you were going to be meeting face to face. You had a feeling that this evening held the promise of something special.

You checked the time on your watch before re-applying your lipstick. Then drawing a deep breath in, you made your way into the dimly lit bar, poised, head raised in confidence. As you made your way in, you realized that David was already at the bar. He is sitting, facing the door with one leg hooked through the legs of the stool. He wore a crisp white button down, the top two buttons open, accentuating his tanned skin. There was a glint of a gold chain from the overhead lights. His hair - a distinguished mix of salt and pepper - was perfectly coiffed and accompanied with a neatly trimmed beard.

You could tell he was striving for casualness but there remained a tension in the way he sat, a restlessness you could sense in your gut - as if he preferred to pace and prowl the room while he waited. He exuded sophistication - but there was an air of rugged charm which added to his already distinguished features.

One broad palm cradled a tumbler full of brown liquor. He swirled the drink close to the rim, allowed it to settle and then raised it to his perfectly pink lips. You paused mid-stride, drinking him in. His eyes snapped up, meeting yours and the air cracked with a magnetic pull.

Unbeknownst to you, David had already spotted you outside, bathed in the early evening light, a vision in your sweater dress that clung to your curves in all the right places. He couldn’t believe his luck.

David’s intense gaze held for a moment before he lowered his, dragging along the curves of your dress. His lips twitched in a smile at the hint of skin between the hemline of your dress and the thigh highs that you wore.

You felt desire shoot down your belly, creating a warm pool between your thighs. The smoldering look in his green eyes caused your nipples to harden and pucker against the fabric, eager to show off for him, already seeking his touch. The tip of his tongue emerged to dance along his bottom lip. For a moment, you imagine what it must be like to sink your hands into his beard as you kiss him.

Pictures did not do him justice. He was without a doubt, the most fucking handsome man you had ever had the pleasure of looking at. You take in the width of his broad shoulders, down his chest. You finally continue your journey until you are standing face to face with him.

You get a whiff of spice from his aftershave. Your blood fizzes in response and your pussy is now throbbing in tandem with your heartbeat. More slickness gathers between your thighs and you know he would be pleased when he found out you weren’t wearing any underwear.

He shifted in his seat, causing you to smile. The two of you had not even touched, but you could already tell that he was growing hard, the bulge straining against the zipper of his pants. You ached to have him fill you, fucking you hard as your pussy milked him for all that he was worth.

Pleasantries are exchanged and as you sit next to him, you order a shot of tequila with a lime. David watched you with intense fascination as you slammed the shot back. You bit into the lime, sucking out every last drop of citrus, igniting an electric shock that sent shivers down David’s spine and right to his aching cock.

The night continued over a shared bottle of red wine as you each shared stories about work and life. David mentioned he was planning on attending an upcoming exclusive retreat at Andy’s high-tech hotel, located in the snowiest reaches of Iceland.

But as the evening deepened, so did the connection between the two of you. The chemistry was undeniable, and it only grew as the two of you shared more personal tales, vulnerabilities laid bare.

When the idea of dessert was floated to the two of you by the bartender, you took the opportunity to reach for David’s thigh.

“I am not hungry for dessert.” You felt as if you were almost vibrating with desire.

David’s fingers traced a path along your hand, causing your breath to hitch. “There is something about you that I can’t resist.”

You gave him a victorious smile. You changed to standing and planted yourself in between his legs. You leaned to his ear.

“Finish your drink and pay the man.” You finished with a nip to his ear causing David to groan.

The pupils of his eyes are dilated and you are pleased as punch watching him swallow the remainder of his drink before slamming the glass along the bartop. He reached for his wallet and dropped a few hundred dollar bills, more than enough to cover the tab and then some. “Keep the change.”

Finally, you found yourselves beneath the canopy of bar, waiting for an Uber to arrive. David pulled you close, his lips finding yours in a fiery, passionate kiss. You let out a moan as his tongue licked hotly into your mouth. The world around you both faded away as the two of you surrendered to the intensity of the attraction.

The kiss deepened, and the sparks that had been building all night ignited into a passionate, all-consuming flame.

FIN.

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[whorekneecentral]

Mistletoe Means Kisses

Andy Robertson x Fem!Reader

Warnings: andy goes a little overboard, a fuck ton of mistletoe, so many kisses, he gives you a house tour even tho you live there, cheesy comments but that's just how andy is, one diss on Everton lmao, shower sex!, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), trent gets bullied even tho he's not there.

Word Count: 1,449

Author's Note: okay so I didn’t know mistletoe didn’t have a smell but I always assumed it smelled minty so I’m going with that for the sake of the fic lol

merry smutmas series

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The overpowering smell of mistletoe hits you when you walk into he house, your husband came up with his own plan while you were out. 

Your husband was a romantic.

Most would see him as a jokester, which he was, but under all of that, Andy was the biggest sap you had ever met in your life.

Hence your lack of surprise when you returned home from work to see the bundle of mistletoe hanging over the front door. You smile, unlocking the door to meet the overwhelming smell of mint. Typically, you didn't mind the smell but god, this was overwhelming.

It was as if someone was shoving a mint plant up your nose.

"Andrew!" You shouted from the front door, kicking your shoes off. "What the hell is going on-" you're cut off, your husband's arm wrapped around your waist as he pulls you into a kiss, dipping you in the process.

"Hi beautiful," Andy smiles, letting you go.

You can't help but smile too. "Hi Andy." You gave him another kiss, "why does it smell like that in here?"

He grins, his big brown eyes already getting you to forgive him for whatever he's done. Andy's hand in yours, the man pulling you through the house, stopping under every doorway - there's a bundle of mistletoe hanging.

The living room, dining room, kitchen, bathroom, garage, basement, storage room, pantry, bedroom, office.

If there was a doorway, there was mistletoe hanging there.

You two were stopped in the kitchen currently, Andy's hands wandering down to your ass as he pulled you flush against him. Your husband kisses you and you feel yourself melt against him, the two of you making out like you were 20 again.

Pulling away finally, your hand rests on his chest. "Did you rob a mistletoe farm? Where did you even get all of this?"

"I bought out the nursery," he smiled proudly.

"How- Andy, what the hell? It's a week to Christmas, how did you manage to get him to do that ?"

It was no secret that the man who ran your local plant nursery was a bit of a scrooge. He was the grumpiest man in town, it didn't matter what you were buying plants or flowers for - Christmas, birthdays, valentines, anniversaries - he was always sour. He did have the freshest and the nicest flowers and plants in all of Liverpool.

"Promised him tickets for the Merseyside derby, he's an Everton fan." Andy makes a disgusted face, causing you to laugh.

"You didn't have to buy out the place, babe. You act as if I don't kiss you."

"what can I say?" Andy smiles, his brows raising in amusement. "I'm a romantic."

Shaking your head, you give him one last kiss. "I'm gonna take a shower, work was exhausting today." "Okay," Andy smiles, letting you go.

Making your way into the bathroom, you turn the shower on to warm up while you take your makeup off and undressed. Again, the smell of mint crept up on you and you can't seem to put your finger on it.

Looking around, you made sure you locked the bathroom door so it wasn't coming from the bundle hung above the door.

Finally, you spot it.

Somehow your husband used all his brain cells to get a bundle of mistletoe hung over the shower, tied on by a ribbon. You were fed up with the mistletoe already and you had only been home for 40 minutes.

Opening the bathroom door, you shout for your husband. "Andrew!"

The second Andrew since you've gotten home, he must really be in trouble. You can hear the footsteps up the stairs, the man holding the door frame as he rushed in, "what? What's going on? Are you okay?"

"What the fuck?" You point to the mistletoe above the shower. "How did you even get up there to put it there?"

Andy ignores your yelling and instead, shuts you up with a kiss.

You let him kiss you, slowly walking back to the shower. You push the door open, the stream bellowing out from behind you as you pull him into the shower, fully dressed, with you.

"Babe," he laughed, his clothes now soaked. "What are you doing?" Your hands slipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles along his torso, the were fabric clinging to your hands.

"I just think," you start, kissing down his jaw to his neck. Andy's head tilts, giving you space. "That I should kiss you," you whispered, moving down to his collarbone and there's the spot you were looking for - a whimper slipping past Andy's lips. "Properly." You tell him, sinking down onto your knees in front of him.

It takes Andy a second to gather himself, as if his brain hadn't caught up to what was happening in front of him.

Once it does, he pulls his shirt off, watching as you undo his pants. He steps out of them, his hand tangled in your hair as your lips wrap around the tip of his cock, tongue circling the tip.

His hand reaches for you to pull you forward. His cock in your mouth, your own hands on his thighs as you feel him push your head down to take all of him.

“Your mouth was made just for me hm?” He asks, looking down at you. 

Your hair wrapped around his hand as he controls the pace, your head bobbing up and down, lips wrapped around him and your tongue running over the vein on the underside of his cock. 

Andy's hand moves from your hair to your jaw, holding in place as his hips thrusts forward. His grip on your jaw tighter now, fucking your throat. There’s spit running down your chin, your eyes watery as you look up at him and Andy just smiles, brushing the hair away from your face.

He pulls you up from the floor, wiping your chin off before he kisses you again. He turns you, the two of you standing directly under the water. He takes another step, leading you to rest your back on the cold tile wall. 

His hand shifts to rest on your hip, giving it a squeeze before moving down to pull your leg up a bit to rest on the edge of the tub. Your head rests on the wall when Andy slips two fingers into you. 

Your hand gripping on his shoulder, “Andy, fuck- oh, that, do that again.” You ramble out in one breath, chest heaving, his fingers curling upwards. 

He loved when you praised him, telling home. how good he makes you feel. Andy brings you just to the edge of your orgasm before he stops, moving his fingers to your mouth. 

Before you could complain, Andy had pushed his lips past your lips. 

“Suck,” He tells you, feeling your tongue lap his fingers. Meanwhile, his other hand is wrapped around his cock, rubbing it along your slit, slapping on your clit a few times. 

“Baby,” you whimper, eyes pleading with him, “fuck me.” You beg, your hand wrapped around his wrist. 

Not having the heart to deny you anymore, Andy hooks your leg on his hip instead of resting it on the ledge. He pushes into you, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. His lips met yours, a hand resting on your hip to keep you up as he fucked you, your body welcoming him like he belonged there. 

His other hand rests on your cheek, pulling your focus to him. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips. 

“Hm I love you,” you say back, your hand resting on his jaw. 

He can feel you squeezing his cock, your eyes fluttering closed. Andy pats your jaw lightly, “look at me,” he tells you. “If you want to cum, open your eyes.”

You give in, your eyes opening a little and his thrusts are sloppy, you know he’s just as close as you are. A few more thrusts and you’re over the edge, calling his name as you do. 

The two of you were tangled in each other for another minute or two before you decided to wash away the mess you had just made before you got out of the shower.

Andy sits on the edge of the bathtub, towel around his waist as he watches you brush your hair. You walk over to him, the silk robe swayed as you did, standing between his legs.

his hand rests on your butt, head tipped back as you brushed his hair for him. "You'll have to take some of the mistletoe down, it's giving me a headache babe."

Andy nods. "I'll give it to Trent, he seems like he's bad at romance."

You pinched his jaw lightly, "don't be mean, he's still your vice captain," you joked, kissing his nose.

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Heyy! I wanted to make a request and I was thinking if it can be something fluffy with aftercare?

with Andy?

List

Andy Barber x reader

summary: above

warnings: bit of smut, fluff, aftercare

a/n: English is not my first language, meaning you will probably find a lot of misspelling etc. I think I did a lot of mistakes in this fic.

Main Masterlist Andy Barber Masterlist

“Oh fuck, Andy!” you scream as he hits your sweet spot again. “I’m going to come!”.

Andy slams into you faster from behind, bringing you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“Come, baby” Andy says, rubbing your clit with his finger, which is the last push you need to come. Your scream echoes around the room as you milk his cock in your cum.

Andy groans at the warm feeling of your cum and follows soon after. He shivers as he empties his load in you while slowing down his thrusts.

Your head falls forward, too exhausted to keep it up. You hum as Andy slowly lets you two down on the mattress, being careful not to crush you under him. The softness of the mattress against your cheek makes you close your eyes.

Slowly Andy slides his dick out of you, careful not to hurt you, but you still hiss. He says he’s sorry before walking over to the bathroom, leaving you alone to draw a bath.

Once he’s done, he walks back into the bedroom and goes over to your side, shaking you awake. You slowly blink your eyes open and lazily look at your boyfriend.

“Come on, honey. Let’s get you into the bath” he says and carefully picks you up, bridal style. You let out a quiet chuckle as he carries you to the bathroom.

Since you started your relationship, he has always been a gentleman in every slightest way. From opening the door, getting you flowers after work, booking you a spa day to cooking dinner after a long day at work. You already thought this was lovely, but that was before you two had sex for the first time.

The first time you two had sex was after he slept over at your apartment for the first time. He drove there right after work and you two had dinner. Once you two were done and washed the dishes together, you got some wine and sat down on the couch. Soon your soft touching started to turn into more and the next thing you know, you two are in your bedroom naked.

That night you first ever realized how shitty your exes treated you because Andy made you feel like you’re in heaven. The first thing he did was finger your sweet spot, followed by eating you out. He almost came on the spot as you screamed his name as you came. Oh boy, and you weren’t ready for his dick.

Not only did you have the best sex in your entire life that night, but also the best aftercare. This man knows how to give some good aftercare.

Andy told you he made a list with everything a lady needs after she finished after you asked him how he’s so good at giving the perfect aftercare. You laughed before realizing he was serious. Andy really googled what are the best aftercare things and made a list based on those informations.

Oh, how you love this man.

“Do you want me to get with in?” Andy asks you as he carefully lets you down in the tub. You let out a sigh as the warm water swallows your body.

“Yes, please”

Andy smiles and nods as he carefully maneuvers behind you. His hands rest on your stomach, while your head rests against his chest.

“I love you” Andy whispers into your hair. “I love you so much”. You smile lazily up at him, seeing his face upside down.

“I love you too, Honey” you say back. His fingers caress your leg under water, running them over the prints he left on you. A whine leaves your mouth as Andy pushes you off his chest carefully to get out of the tub.

“I’ll just quickly grab you something to eat” Andy says, kissing your hand that is reaching for him. He laughs as you pout.

“Please, hurry then” you say and he nods.

“Don’t miss me too much” he jokes as he walks out of the door, his naked ass being the last thing you see.

It only takes ten minutes before he’s back, carrying a plate with bananas, blueberries, dark chocolate and almonds. He crouches down beside you, putting the plate on a little stool next to the tub. You sit up and look at everything.

“You really know how to spoil a woman. This looks so good” you grab an almond and place it in your mouth “mhmm”.

“I’m happy you like it, baby” he says, looking at you like you’re the most beautiful thing in the world because you are to him. The moment he met you, he knew you were his forever. There wasn’t a moment of doubt that you two weren’t meant for each other. Andy wants to wake up next to you every morning till forever.

“I think it should be a law” Andy says, after some minutes of silence.

“Huh?”

“The list” he answers, “that everyone has to give their partner an aftercare which includes the things on the list”.

You chuckle, “You want a law that says that?”.

“Yes, only the best for the best” he says laughing, but not showing any signs that he is kidding.

“Well” you lean over the side of the tub to grab your boyfriend’s face and kiss him passionately, “I would follow that law”.

[atinylittlepain]

Over the Hill

dad!steve harrington x f!oc

part of the Girl Boy universe

wordcount | 2.3K

content info | 18+ bc I say so, mostly just domestic fluff though

a/n | feeling kinda weepy and soft tonight and decided to share something from the archives - i have such a soft spot for these two it's criminal :')

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Everyone warned him about forty. Eddie passed the milestone first with a big dinner in the city, a toast that sounded more like a curse, you next, big boy. But Steve turned forty with little fret, no existential meltdown, no midlife crisis convertible, just a good day, sprinkle toast for breakfast made by his girls, and a little more sophisticated dinner that evening surrounded by good people, loved people. 

Robin had a crisis when she turned forty this year, called him the night before her birthday in a verifiable panic because this is old, we’re old, when did that happen? He had scoffed, it’s not so bad on the other side, Rob, trust me. And he meant that, really, he did. But right now, waking up to forty-one, he feels a little less certain of the truth of that statement. 

“Good morning.” Still sleep-sweet, her palm coming to rest over his heart, index finger skating back and forth along the line of his collarbone. For a moment, taking in her slow simpering smile, it occurs to him that they’ve spent nearly half of their birthdays together now, a strange, weepy heat blooming in his throat at the thought. 

“Hi, honey.” 

“You look perturbed.”

“Perturbed?”

“Mmm, and it’s too early in the morning to look perturbed. What’s wrong?” She sits up a little more, leaning into her arm, chin tilted down to consider him, a look he’s seen her give to the girls when they wake up complaining of headaches and sore throats. Only wearing a t-shirt from last year’s turkey trot fundraiser at the elementary school. He had cut the sides out of it for working out in, but he thinks a bit absently that this is a better use for it, the soft drop of her breasts spilling bare out of the cut-off sides. Even after all this time, she is still a perfect distraction to him. 

“I’m forty-one today.”

“You are, I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to wish you happy birthday. You know, given the perturbed look.”

“Now we’re both forty-one.” Her smile falters, just a little, and he feels guilty, just a little, that he’s still in this fugue state. She recovers quick though, her palm rubbing a nice heat into his chest, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his cheek, another to his lips, beyond used to each other’s morning breath by now, not caring about it either.

“Yeah, we are, good thing we’re gonna live forever, right?” And it’s just enough to loosen something in his chest, to unfurrow his brow with a huff of a laugh, oh, are we? Guess I didn’t get that memo. 

“Are you okay though, seriously?” He hums, his palm coming to rest over hers, and he is okay, tells her as much, and she softens, another kiss, another quiet happy birthday, baby. And there isn’t much more time to allow themselves because it’s a weekday, school day, routines to run through and all. Already out of bed, him putting on sweats and a t-shirt while she gets into the shower because he’s always been on wake up duty. 

Violet is already dressed and brushing her teeth in the jack and jill bathroom she shares with Nora. Nine going on nineteen, she warbles a good morning around toothpaste foam when he squeezes her shoulder in a quiet greeting as he passes through to get to Nora’s room. And he is okay, he thinks, just feeling sentimental. A quick flood of it with the sudden obliterating thought that he blinked, and now they’re here. He still remembers when they brought Violet home to that little one-story in Amherst, still remembers when she fit in the span of his two palms. And now she’s putting on strawberry lip gloss in the mirror, and he’s not sure where she got that strawberry lip gloss, probably from that snitty Jessica H that neither he nor Andy like very much, though they’ve agreed to let Vi figure it out for herself. 

Nora is still asleep, curled up small in her twin bed, pale blue light threading through the curtains and providing just enough guidance for him to not step on the legos strewn on the floor, mercy. Some mornings there’s no time for loveliness, for slow sweet things, everyone running a few minutes late, turning the lights on and calling out hoping it’ll be enough to wake whoever’s still sleeping up. But they can take a little more time this morning, so he sits down on the edge of her bed, a gentle palm between her shoulder blades, soft voice, hey, Nor, good morning. She murmurs, grumbles, small displeased sounds as she curls up tighter into herself. She is the most like Andy out of their girls, he thinks, a bit serious for her six years, but sharp. He’s greeted by her furrowed brow beneath the mussed tangle of her hair, eyes still half-shut and a pursed frown that he can’t help but chuckle at, which of course only makes her frown deepen.  

“It’s time to get up, babe.” He says it, but he’s already softening back into something between asleep and awake as she crawls into his lap, arms wrapped around his neck and her hair getting in his mouth with the way she tucks her head down into his chest, another low grumble as she settles small in his lap. Soon, he thinks, she will be too cool for this, for him. It happened to Margot somewhere between eight and ten, Violet too, sometime last year, and Nora will turn seven in the fall. So soon, but for now, he rubs circles into the small wings of her shoulder blades and asks her to tell him about the fortress she seems to be building out of her legos. She blinks up at him, still a little bleary, it’s your birthday, though the words come out a little garbled, birthday becoming birfday, still young, still trying. He smiles, nods, asks her how she knows that and mommy said, and, happy birthday, daddy. 

“How old are you?” He tells her and her jaw drops, eyes wide, young wonder, like she wasn’t there when he turned forty last year. 

“That’s so old.”

“You know, mom is the same age as me.” 

“Yeah, but she’s mom.” He doesn’t get a chance to ask her to explain the particular logic of her statement, already sliding off his lap and padding into the bathroom, a rather haughty daddy, privacy lobbed over her shoulder at him. She learned that word a few months ago, and it’s quickly become her favorite. He gets the hint, steps out through the door to her room and continues his rounds.

Knocking is requisite when entering Margot’s room, he’s learned. Sometimes she answers, sometimes she doesn’t. Something else he’s learning, how to be okay with it when she doesn’t answer, space, allowing that space that seems to continue to spread. But this time she does answer, a quiet yeah? And when he asks if he can come in, he gets a sure, and he’ll take it. 

“What’s on deck this morning?” 

“Jeff Buckley.”

“Grace?”

“Yeah.”

“Nice choice.” It was Andy’s idea, getting out all those old cassettes and getting Mar a walkman for her twelfth birthday. She’s been inseparable from her headphones ever since, though she’ll share with him from time to time, humor him from time to time. He sits down on the window seat in her room next to where she’s sunken into her bean bag chair, considers the tracklist on the cassette case she left there, like he doesn’t know this string of songs by sheer memory.

“Do you have a favorite off this one?”

“Mmm, last goodbye, probably.” She holds her head in her hand, chipped blue nail polish tapping against her cheek when she asks what his favorite is right back.

“Last goodbye is a good one, but when we saw him live the way he performed eternal life was pretty amazing.” And he knows, he knows, trying to rack up a few points by dropping that one into their conversation. Margot takes the bait, you never told me that, you saw him live? All eager, curled over her knees and waiting for him to continue this story.

“He was playing in New York all the time when mom was living there, we saw him at this little club. You sure I never told you that?” And Margot’s ugh, no, that’s so weird. He’s trying not to grin like a dork, and failing miserably.

“What’s so weird?” 

“That, like, you and mom were cool.” 

“Emphasis on the word were, huh?” 

“I mean, you guys are relatively cooler than other parents, ish.”

“Ish?”

“Yeah, cool-ish.” 

“Thanks, Mar, I appreciate the cool-ish.”

“Yeah, happy birthday, by the way.” And with little fanfare or fuss, she gets up and produces a small package wrapped in what looks like old, cut-up trader joe’s bags from the drawer of her nightstand. 

He had been expecting a joint gift from the girls, something Andy usually organized, always thoughtful, accompanied by three homemade cards that he keeps tucked into a desk drawer at work. But no, not expecting this, unwrapping the gift while Margot looks on, something nervous, he thinks, in the way she’s rocking back and forth on her heels. 

“Uncle Eddie helped, mom too, but, um, yeah.” No, not expecting this, an iPod, dark blue, and she explains to him in a rushed voice that she wanted to share her favorite music with him, because he’s shared all of his with her, and so she downloaded plenty of good stuff to get him started, she says, to get him with the times. And he knows that it would not be cool, or even cool-ish, to cry right now, so he tries hard not to, clears his throat and thanks her for his gift, tells her how much he loves it, and asks for a hug that he’s half-expecting her to balk at. Small miracle when she doesn’t, when she lets him pull her into his chest, quick squeeze. He lets her go before she’s too cool for him again, tells her mom has breakfast going, and they’ll need to leave soon, and all the usual things while his heart continues to melt and warm between his ribs. And that feeling lingers, lovely, while he gets dressed, slacks and shirt and he slides his gift into the pocket of his suit jacket because he’s looking forward to listening to it the very first chance he gets. 

Breakfast is well under way by the time he comes down to the kitchen, oatmeal and peanut butter honey toast and scrambled eggs, and he catches the tail end of Andy telling Margot that she doesn’t care if Allison M is skipping breakfast these days because your brain needs fuel, babe, no ifs, ands, or buts, and you can tell Allison M that I said that.

Coffee for him, coffee for her, they pick at peanut butter toast crusts and the ends of bananas that none of the girls seem interested in eating, leaning at the kitchen counter and doing the usual family rundown, basketball practice and violin lessons and a sleepover this weekend, small chaos that they somehow manage. They’ll do cards and cake, and probably another errant gift or two tonight, he knows, just happy to be getting everyone out the door in matching socks and with packed lunches. He always drives Margot on his way to a quick enough commute into Boston while Andy drops Nora and Violet at the elementary school, closer to the university campus. But while the girls are already out the door and looking for that orange cat they’ve been leaving cans of tuna out for, Andy stops him at the garage door, brows raised, well? And he knows exactly what she’s asking about.

“Was it her idea?”

“All her idea, we just helped. Don’t tell her I told you this, but she was so excited, baby. Had a list written out of all the songs she wanted to put on it for you.” And now he thinks he might cry again, some strange swirl of existential something and love, loving, and being loved in such a complete way. All he can do, pull her in close, a kiss that slips across her mouth and to her cheek and we made really fucking good kids, and, thank you. 

“I have a gift for you too, but it’s gonna have to wait until tonight.”

“Oh? Yeah? Tonight?” His grin going smarmy and sideways, a quick glance out into the yard to make sure there aren’t young eyes watching when he squeezes at a palmful of her ass, little shove, little scoff, and not meaning it at all when her own grin threatens at the corners of her lips. 

“Better get your mind out of the gutter or you're gonna have a very long day ahead of you.” 

“So would now be a bad time to tell you I kinda want a fourth?” Except it doesn’t come out quite like that, the last bit rushed all on one exhale, kindawannafourth? Andy is already rolling her eyes.

“Oh no, no, sorry, ship’s sailed, shop’s closed, not happening. Steve, I don’t know if you noticed, but you and I? We’re kinda old now, babe.”

“Thought you said we were gonna live forever.”

“You’re insane.” They’re going to be a few minutes late now, stopped staring and smiling at each other like fools. He presses another kiss to her lips, a quick smacking thing, just because he can, and then sighs, yeah, we are kinda old, honey. 

“We can still have fun though.” He perks at that, her already slipping away and toward her car as all three girls start to grumble about the time. He follows, feet dragging just a little as Margot gets into the passenger seat of his car, another recent development, another change. 

“Fun, huh?” Her sunglasses on, brow raised, Andy offers him one more smile before she gets into her car.

“See you tonight, birthday boy.”

[rogerswifesblog]

Kinktober- Breeding kink

Hi! The next Drabble for my kinktober! This time with Andy Barber from ‘Better than boys’:) I’m not completely confident with this Drabble, I feel like I’m not very good at writing about breeding kink but I hope you like it anyway! Reblogs and especially feedback would be very appreciated!

Thank you @jamneuromain for helping me with this<3

[this Drabble is also a part of the series ‘Better than boys’]

Pairing: boyfriends!dad!Andy Barber x reader

Summary: it’s the first time you allow Andy to fuck you without a condom and he…enjoys it more than you’d expect.

Warnings: BREEDING KINK, creampie, p in v, daddy kink, mommy kink in a way?

You knew you had forgotten to buy something all the way while driving home, but you couldn’t remember what it was. That’s why you always made a grocery list. Not this time.

And the moment you remembered what you had forgotten about was with Andy’s fingers, deep in your cunt pushing against your G-spot, with your legs trembling around his head. “Condoms?”, he asked while sitting up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, before grabbing his cock and stroking himself slowly. His chest covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

You forgot to buy condoms.

And Andy had reminded you just before leaving the house.

Fuck.

You looked at him sheepishly, apologetic even, making him sigh quietly while his hand movement slowed down. “You forgot them”, he whined, sitting back on his heels, still holding his hard cock, the tip closer to the color purple than red and glistening with pre-cum.

Biting your bottom lip you slowly sat up, pulling Andy by the neck closer to you. It pained you to see him so turned on and yet holding back, since you’ve never done it without condoms. Andy was the one who insisted on using them.

Even when you asked him a couple of times to just do it without.

“Andy….come on, it’s fine”, you whispered, slowly straddling his lap, pressing yourself against him. Your body flush to him. “Fuck me. I want to feel it. I want to feel you…I want you to fill me”, you whispered filthy in his ear, wrapping your legs around him, while his hand grabbed onto your butt so you wouldn’t slide down from his lap.

He shook his head slowly, but you noticed how he was fighting with himself. Andy wanted to take you. Mark you. He wanted it, so badly.

“We shouldn’t-“ “Don’t make me beg for it, daddy”, you bit his bottom lip, gently licking along his ear, well knowing he wouldn’t be able to resist you now. Sometimes you felt bad for playing with him like that but…it also turned you on.

Andy purred in pleasure, before throwing you back onto the bed, immediately flipping you onto your stomach before pulling your hips up, a slap onto your ass made you moan in pleasure. Everything happened so fast and within seconds you felt Andy’s whole length split your pussy in half.

“Fuck, you feel so good”, he moaned, immediately pounding your cunt without giving you time to adjust to him.

And he could tell you loved it by the way you gasped and Drooled into the pillow. A dark chuckle escaped his lips while he buried one of his hand in your hair, pulling your head back a bit harsher. “You know, it’s really not nice of you to temp daddy like that…do you really want to be punished? You’re lucky I couldn’t wait to fuck your tight cunt, otherwise I’d spank your ass till I’d be bruised”, Andy moaned in your neck, before pushing your head back into the pillow, holding your neck for leverage.

His thrusts became quicker and sloppier, as he felt himself pretty close already. He hadn’t fucked anyone without a condom since…he couldn’t remember. He even forgot how good it felt. It wasn’t even that big of a difference…but it was different.

“Fuck-I’m gonna fill your pretty pussy with my cum. Fill you up till you’ll be leaking for days”, he moaned, pulling out only to flip you once again onto your back before immediately thrusting back into you, this time pounding harsher than before.

His cock was rubbing against your overstimulated g-spot all the time, making you whine his name as you grabbed his arm tightly. Your head felt dizzy from all the panting. Your legs shaking around his hips as he buried his cock deeper.

“M’ Gonna have you all round from my cum. Maybe even get you pregnant and make a pretty little mommy out of you, huh? Would you like that? Carry my child. Have them all know what we did. How I fucked you every night, making you all swollen and round”, he mumbled under his breath.

Even though you listened to his words, you weren’t sure if he realized what he was saying. Andy grabbed your breast, squeezing as he watched then bounce from the force of his movements. “Your tits would be so full with milk, so heavy and big. Just like your belly-fuck-fuck, I’m gonna fill you so good”, he moaned, leaning down to kiss you passionately, his tongue exploring your mouth.

He let go of your breasts, his hand then sliding down to your core, rubbing your swollen clit. “Come for me Sweetheart, I wanna feel you squeeze my cock.” Andy thrusted deep into you when he felt his own orgasm approach in the same time as yours flooded over you, making you gasp his name quietly, your legs tightening around his waist.

Andy moaned into your neck, nibbling at your skin and marking you with small hickeys.

His seed was filling your pussy and leaking around his cock, as he still moved his hips in slow trusts, both of you moaning into each other's mouths as he leaned down to kiss you.

“My pretty baby. Gonna have you round and pregnant, for everyone to know how filthy you can be for daddy”, he mumbled, licking over your earlobe. “Gonna make you a mommy.”

You could feel a smile creeping onto your lips at the thought. Maybe it was the post orgasm bliss, or maybe you just realized you’d be ready to think about having a family on your own.

Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this one shot! If so, some feedback would be very appreciated and motivating to write more☺️

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[jadedlavendergemini]

The Perfect Date

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You can’t help but space out as Andy continues to drone on and on about this week’s basket ball practices. When you had said yes to dinner with the basket head, you had no idea how stupid this boy actually was.

He brought you to Benny’s on an early Saturday night for dinner before planning on seeing a movie at your local theater.

You kept poking around your plate with a French fry, eyes glancing up at the clock every five minutes and hoping that the time would move faster.

“So that’s how crazy practice can get, you know?” He laughs. “So how’s the cheerleading team been treating you?”

You were still spaced out, you hadn’t notice when he was asking you the questions.

“Y/n? Y/n are you listening?”

Your eyes snap back to him and you give a small smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “Sorry, um what-“

“I asked how you like cheerleading? I still can’t believe Chrissy finally talked you into joining the team.”

“Yeah, yeah uh it’s great.” No it wasn’t. Only half the team was nice and you hated how short your skirt was. “It’s fun.”

“You should get Wheeler to join.”

“Nancy? No, I don’t think sports are her thing.”

“Oh, I don’t really think cheerleading is an actual sport, y/n.” He says casually, taking a sip from his drink.

You can’t stop how your face must look right now, brows raised and mouth slightly ajar. Is he that stupid?

You let out a surprised chuckle and shake your head. “What makes cheerleading not a sport, Andy?”

Andy just shakes his head. “You guys just dance around and cheer. I mean, don’t take this the wrong way,” too late. “Every team needs their cheerleaders. But to be an athlete, you have to be sharp.”

Wow. I actually want to punch this guy. You can’t help the thought from going through your head.

“Let’s not talk about that,” he says. “I just can’t believe I finally got you to go out with me.”

“Yep. Me either.” You say, looking away and taking sip from of your drink.

Before Andy was able to say something even more stupid, the bell above the door dings and the entire Hellfire Club makes their way into the diner. You can’t help but watch as they loudly make their presence know.

Andy sees this too and rolls his eyes, groaning. “Ugh, who let the freaks out tonight?”

You weren’t really friends with any of the D&D club members, but you were aware of their infamous leader, Eddie Munson.

You and Eddie shared classes together this year as he was a senior with Steve Harrington. Every once in a while you would catch glimpses of him in your shared classes, he would always be sitting in the same spot in the back of the class, uninterested in what the teacher would be teaching.

The club took their seats in a booth only a few rows away from Andy and yourself. Before you could attempt to pull your attention back to date, your eyes caught Eddie’s. He sends you a wink and you quickly turn back towards your the jock.

“Anyway,” Andy tries to regain your attention. “I’m really excited about this movie. I hope you don’t mind but I already bought the tickets.”

“Which one are we seeing?” You we’re hoping to catch something fun. You also enjoyed a good horror flick every once in a while.

“The karate kid.”

“Oh,” your smile that you managed to pull slowly wilted. Not a film you thought you would actually enjoy.

“Yeah, Jason took Chrissy to see it last week and said she liked it.” Of course he was going to take a note out of Jason Carver’s book of dating.

“Did she?” You said, trying your best to sound enthusiastic. “That’s great.”

Before Andy was able to respond, your waitress made her way up to your booth. She places the best looking chocolate milk shake you’ve ever seen right in front of you and a straw.

“Oh I didn’t order this.” You state, slightly confused.

“No you didn’t.” She responds. The older woman leans in closer, enough for you to notice her overly powdered, floral perfume. “Another young man a few booths over did.”

She gives you a knowing smile and leaves. Your eyes follow her, then you glance back at the Hellfire Club. The group of boys were sneaking glances back at you, trying to contain their obvious snickering. Eddie however, is resting an elbow on the table, hand to his mouth to hide his smile and eyes scanning his menu in attempts to look preoccupied.

You sigh as you turn back to Andy who looks irritated as hell. The date had already not been going well for you and Eddie might just have made it even worse.

“You know, we can just get the check and go. It’s okay.” You try to reason, a bit nervous that he may cause a scene.

Andy just snarls at the group and moves to signal your waitress for the check. You nervously tap your feet on the floor as you quietly eye the milkshake. In all honesty, you would never say no to a chocolate milkshake, but you also wanted to at least try and not add to Andy’s anger towards the group.

Eventually your waitress finally arrives and Andy is quick to pay. As you gather your things your jacket and purse, you catch a glimpse at Eddie. He gives you a small wave as you leave, hopefully Andy didn’t see.

The two of you exit the diner and pull your back over your shoulders.

“What a freak.” Andy starts to bicker, searching for his keys.

“Who, Eddie?”

Andy gives you a look, one you don’t really much appreciate. “I meant that whole gang of nerds.”

“Yeah, the milkshake was just a dumb joke. Don’t take it to heart, Andy. And he’s not a freak, he’s actually nice. You and the team are just a bunch of assholes who are quick to judge.” You stand with your arms crossed.

He stops fumbling with his keys and glares back at you. “You know, I thought we were really having good time tonight. But if you’d rather go party with a bunch of losers, be my guest y/n.”

You can’t help but let out a snort. “Not gonna lie, Andy. I’d probably have more fun.”

“Alright then,” he moves to unlock his car. “Maybe one of the freaks can give you a ride home.” And with that he slams his car door shut and takes off down the road.

You hang your head back and roll your eyes. Preparing yourself to walk back in and request to use the phone to call one of parents to pick you up.

Instead, you turn when you hear the bell, signaling the door opening and see Eddie Munson walking out alone. His hands were shoved into his pockets as he slowly makes his way over to you.

“Hey,” he says. “I just wanted to apologize about the whole milkshake thing. I thought it would be funny but clearly, I fucked your date up.”

“No, you didn’t.” You say, taking a few steps closer towards the metal head. “He messed it up way before you and your friends came in.”

“Oh good,” he smiles, kicking a few rocks aside with his sneakers. “Hey, you know you’re more than welcome to come and hang out with us if you want? The guys are cool with it. Or if you just wanna go home I can-“

“Actually I was I suppose to go to a movie tonight.” You said. “I mean, I wasn’t really looking forward to the particular movie-“

“Which movie?” He asks, catching on.

“Karate kid.”

He lets out a laugh. “Oh I don’t think you’d enjoy that.”

“Yeah? And what do you think I’d enjoy?”

He takes another step closer. “You seem like you appreciate good humor and also scary movies.”

“I do.” You smile.

“There’s this little flick that suppose to be good maybe kinda out there but ever heard of GhostBusters?”

“I might have seen a few advertisements on tv.” You reply. “Are you asking me to take me?”

Eddie just shrugs. “I ruined your already shitty date, it’s only right that I treat you to an excellent date.”

You feel your cheeks burn slightly and can’t hide the stupid smile on your face.

“I’m in.” You say, then gesture to the diner. “What about your friends?”

“Oh they’ll be fine. Jeff drove his car here, they can make it work.” He waves them off and guides you to his van where he opens the passenger side door for you.

You hop in, feeling more excited than when Andy had initially picked you up from your home.

Eddie climbs into the driver’s seat and starts the van. “Since you didn’t get to enjoy that milkshake, can I buy you M&Ms at the theater?”

“Munson, you are such a gentleman.”

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I’ve probably had this in my drafts for quite a few months. I’m also aware that the karate kid and ghostbusters weren’t released around the same time but this takes place around 1984 so let’s just go with it. Just pure Eddie fluff. I’m happy to finally post this! Hope you enjoy!

[shunin-gumis]

Mistery on the Moonlit Passage - Track 05

Seasonal Event Story

Location: Cruise Liner - Party Venue

Nanaki: …… 

Nanaki: (Andy told me earlier that the ‘recommended date spot’ on the cruise liner was at the sky deck, but…)

Kafka: So this is the main party venue. Thanks to the holograms, the ceiling looks high, making the venue feel spacious inside the ship. 

Kinari: During the daytime, the scenery can be viewed from the windows, which is intended to increase the open appeal of this area.

Yachiyo: Wow… Isn’t this, like, way more luxurious than anything a poor commoner could ever dream off…? If I keep indulging in such luxury, my karma’s gonna tank and I’ll be reborn as something even lower than a bug…

Nanaki: (Trying to invite the chief in front of everyone might be a bit too difficult…)

Yodaka: There’s also a bar counter at the back. It looks quite well-equipped.

Chief: Seems like the staff might not be familiar with some things, but with proper training, I think they should be able to get a hang of it.

Kafka: Yeah, I believe so too.

Nanaki: (Besides, I’m here for work. I shouldn’t let myself get carried away…)

Akuta: WOOHOO! The buffet food looks friggin’ delicious~ I’m gonna spend my whole entire life on this ship, just munching forever and never leaving this place!

Muneuji: Isotake, you should calm down and eat a bit more slowly. Your cheeks are starting to resemble that of a chipmunk’s.

Chief: But isn’t that your third plate already, Muneuji-kun? High schoolers sure are built differently, huh…

Nanaki: (But since there’s gonna be customers who’ll come here as couples, maybe I can get away with that as an excuse to scout it out as a date spot…)

Chief: Are you also like that, Nanaki-kun?

Nanaki: Huh!? Y-Yes!?

Chief: Hehe, I knew it.

Nanaki: (...! Chief’s smiling face…)

Nanaki: (But I totally didn’t get why they were laughing at all…! I must’ve definitely given off a weird answer…!)

Chief: This is bad! Yachiyo-kun is heading straight for the super delicately balanced Jell-O tower! I have to stop him.

Yukikaze: Chief, please wait a moment.

Chief: What’s up, Yuki-nii?

Yukikaze: Nanaki, don’t you have something to talk to the Chief about?

Nanaki: !?

Chief: Huh? Really?

Yukikaze: Earlier… Was it Andy you were talking to? I’m sorry, I overheard your conversation with the AI.

Yukikaze: I also noticed that you were staring at the Chief the entire time, so—

Nanaki: Ka-Kamina-san! W-W-Waitasecond!

Yukikaze: ?

*Nanaki immediately drags Yukikaze with him at high speed*

Chief: Huh? Where are they going—Ack, wait! Yachiyo-kun, stop right there, STOP!!!

Location: Cruise Liner - Inner Passageway

Yukikaze: What’s wrong? I heard you were researching ‘recommended spots’ on the ship to share with the chief, right? You’re very thoughtful, Nanaki.

Nanaki: Huh? Wait, you didn’t hear about the ‘date’ part…?

Yukikaze: Hmm?

Nanaki: N-No, it’s nothing.

Yukikaze: Are you sure you're not going to tell the chief? If you want, you can tell me and I’ll pass it along to them. 

Nanaki: Uh… That’s a bit—

Nanaki: Well… everyone looks like they’re having fun, so maybe I’ll save it for the next time…

Nanaki: (I’m worried that if I do that, the mood’s gonna be ruined because of me…)

Nanaki: Sorry, I think I made you worry for no reason. I’m just gonna take a breather outside.

Yukikaze: Nanaki… ~~~(end flashback)

Location: Cruise Liner - Party Venue

Nanaki: (...Okay, if I don’t bring up my feelings and just stick to telling things objectively…)

Yukikaze: After Nanaki and I spent some time chatting with everyone at the party, we each went our way to the sky deck at different times. 

Yukikaze: That's all.

Nanaki: Y-Yeah, that's about right, I guess.

Ryui: That’s too brief.

Yukikaze: There wasn’t much else to say.

Nanaki: (...But there’s one thing that’s been bothering me.)

Ryui and Muneuji: …

Nanaki: (Everyone’s on edge…)

Netaro: Mhm… I see nyaow…

Netaro: I’ve figured out the truth!

[spenglerssweetheart]

For a request, who not the reader saving Egon from a ghostly danger of some kind? Bonus if the reader isn’t part of the field work crew.

Rah rah rahhh First day back and I’m so excited.

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His savior.

Pairing: Egon Spengler x GN!Reader.

Desc: as above in request.

Warnings: nothing other than some pretty tame language thrown around.

“Venkman, we might just have to let this one go!” A voice shouted before glass was heard breaking and then a mutter of profanities following after. “Oh no we don’t, we deal with this the way we always do!” The voice shouted back Before more glass was heard breaking.

Y/n was nearby in their office when they heard the commotion over the sound of the soft music playing. Turning it down, they stood up confused before stepping out. Y/n knew they were having some people coming over for disturbances that would happen in the small book/Music Store but they didn’t think it would be the Ghostbusters.

Y/n didn’t have any up-close experience with the ‘disturbance’ but they knew it was bad. Seeing the ghost floating around leaving the books all slimy they grimaced and looked at those who struggled to catch it. Knowing there would be a huge mess left they sighed and placed their face in their hands before carefully stepping out of the office, being mindful of the broken stuff on the floor.

Out of the corner of his eye though, Egon spotted the person step out of the office, unsure if they’d been there the whole time or not. Taking in what they had been wearing was really similar to what he enjoyed as well. The Brown knitted turtleneck paired with what looked to be some dress pants. Being so distracted He didn’t see the ghost or the unfamiliar person coming his way.

“Watch out!!” They shouted, pulling Egon back by the hand right as the ghost flew through where Egon had been standing. The other three guys were nowhere to be seen and A random person just saved him from being most likely knocked over and injured. Meanwhile Y/n was focused on making sure he was okay.

Once Y/n made sure he was sat and situated, they looked at his facial features, seeing a large gash at his cheek that was already beginning to slightly bruise. “I am so very sorry to do this, and I must ask you first, but you have this gash, and I can only guess you got a book or a record thrown at you, and I need to know if I can clean it up for you?” They rambled softly, Egon only watching as their hands moved around much as they rambled.

Nodding softly, Egon didn’t give much of a response but only watched as they reached under their desk for a first aid kit. Looking at the desk, they saw a name plate “Andi?! Is that your name?” Egon asked, Now looking at Y/n, who glanced back at him before shaking their head with a light laugh. “Oh no no, My name is Y/n, Andi is my boss, sorta” They explained, taking out alcohol wipes and some gauze.

“Oh, Well I’m Uh Egon, Egon Spengler” He said as he introduced himself, watching as Y/n nodded, before beginning to clean the wound. Egon didn’t take Y/n for much of a talker, but he was thankful for that teeny observation. Letting his eyes wonder, He noticed an open book on what looked to be about space, and some scattered notes on it.

“What are you studying?” He asked, now glancing up at Y/n, who sort of jumped out of their skin, pressing lightly onto the gash, causing him to wince slightly. “Sorry so sorry!” They exclaimed moving their hand away quickly. “No no, you’re alright don’t worry” He reassured, almost missing that gentle touch on his face quickly. “I’m sorry did you ask me something?” Y/n asked again, realizing they might have spaced out a bit.

“What are you studying?” Egon said, repeating the question, and Y/n looked back at the open book on their desk. “Oh uh, things about space, and why they happen?” They responded, sort of questioning themselves as they finished cleaning Egon’s face up. “Would you want to become an astrophysicist someday?” Egon asked after it was clear he could stand up once more, this time moving over to the open book, getting a closer look at the notes.

He took in Y/n’s handwriting, it wasn’t too neat, but it wasn’t unreadable. He was able to make out every word, and how they went into extreme detail about what was read and little additional things. Y/n couldn’t really do much but watch as Egon scanned over their notes and nodded along to what was written or described.

“I’m sorry, Egon? Was it? I don’t mean to interrupt or anything but I think, your friends may need a little more help?” Y/n interrupted, obviously unintentionally but they weren’t quite sure as the ruckus outside had gotten louder over the past few minutes. Egon quickly realized and apologized right before he made his way back out into the slightly messy library. Y/n could only watch for the remainder until they caught the ghost that was causing such a disturbance.

“Right so… how much, will it all be, for… everything?” Y/n asked once all four ghostbusters were piled up in the small office. Egon glanced at Peter, sort of telling him to give them a reasonable price. “Well, my good friend here, Egon, seems to have it for you, but should only be a measly 400 dollars? If that’s alright with you of course?” Peter asked, basically questioning himself. If anything they’d have money to split amongst themselves. Egon nodded and rested against one of the walls in the office, taking it in a bit more. “Wait, Spengs where were you through most of it?” Ray had asked as he turned over to Egon.

“Y/n here, was helping me. Sort of saved me back there from that thing.” He responded, pointing at his bandaged face before at the still smoking proton pack. Winston nodded, before becoming slightly sheepish to ask. “Y/n was it? Do you think you could bandage me up a bit as well?” He had asked before a two more small ‘me too’s’ were heard. Y/n could only nod, passing Egon the money and moving Winston to sit where Egon was sat before.

“Oh. Y/n, Thank you for saving me back there, I really really appreciate it” Egon added before Y/n could only smile in return, assuring him it was no problem. The other three guys on the other hand knew they had something to tease Egon about later.

Hi my loves, I honestly honestly had a bit of trouble with writing this, not the prompt or anything but with myself. I mentioned before I had fallen back into a bad habit and I barely was able to motivate myself recently. Though it’s over a month late (I apologize) It’s finally here!!!

And though I wasn’t sure what pronouns to use, or if anon was being gender specific or not, this is a GN!reader. I hope you all enjoyed, I hope to have made your day slightly better, but stay safe, I love you, have fun!!

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