#andy barber is a menace to my heart

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The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Two

Summary: Full Story! Breaking up with Andrew Barber is hard to do. You of all people should know, considering you just tried. Now what? Read Part One.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI

A/N: Dedicated to @atkissoflife, @that-one-anxious-mango, and @piscesmermaidprincess. This multi-part fic features a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, and several others. It is also, part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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February 15th - 12:25am - Los Angeles, CA

Wow. Just...wow.

You stare down at your phone as you wait for the bartender to bring you your check. While you had initially been prepared for Andy to be upset over your note, as well as your pretty abrupt departure, you certainly hadn't expected this.

If anything, he seemed almost...unbothered. By all of it. Granted, it was sometimes hard to gauge a person's tone via text. But you'd also been in a relationship with the man for the better part of six freaking months! At this point, one could argue that you were practically fluent in Andrew Barber and all of his fucking moods.

The guy was up to something, without a doubt. Which meant that you were now officially on high alert. Because your man - your ex - had never been the type to play fair.

Especially where you were concerned. You should've known that it was gonna take a hell of a lot more than a handwritten letter and a box of artisanal muffins to knock some sense into his stubborn ass.

"Argh! You are such a fucking ogre, Andrew!" You groan, burying your face in your hands. "Why can't you ever make things easy?"

The next time you look up it's to see the bartender returning with your credit card. She goes to hand it over, only for you to interrupt her mid-sentence.

What was her name again? You could've sworn it started with a "D".

"Sorry, I know I said I was ready to close out. But since men are stupid, I think I'm gonna need another margarita. Quite possibly two."

Delta gives you a sympathetic nod before pocketing your card once more. "You got it, sweetie. Still want sugar instead of salt?"

"Yes, please." You mumble, reminding yourself that it was okay to feel annoyed. Because you were. This was supposed to be your time, damn it. You deserved to take some space for yourself!

Even if it meant sitting alone at a hotel bar, missing the one person you loved more than anything, the day after motherfucking Valentine's Day. Cheers, bitches.

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Two Weeks Later – Somewhere in Downtown Boston

Andrew Barber stares blankly at his computer screen, mindlessly tapping his index finger against his temple as a fresh wave of anger courses through his veins. 

He’d been so good the last two weeks. So patient and understanding. He’d given you your space, just like you’d asked. Never intruding with the exception of the text he shot off that night.

Even when he’d come across your latest Instagram post from a few days ago showing off your apparent date with another man. Some pretentious looking fucker who went by Russell Cromwell. You two had looked real cozy while sharing a plate full of Birria tacos. And then you’d posed outside of the restaurant with your arms wrapped around his waist. 

But the real kicker had been the last photo in the carousel. The one where you’d kissed him on the cheek – when you’d done the “knee thing” that actresses used to do in those old black and white movies you loved to watch so much.

Oh yeah. The two of you would be having a discussion about that one real soon. His wayward Baby Girl could count on that shit. 

Honestly, you had no idea how hard falling back had been for him. It had been a real struggle. Because at his core, Andrew Barber was a man of action. He was well-known for his cunning and mental prowess. This was a man who had graduated at the top of his class, who had then gone on to become the youngest District Attorney in the city of Boston’s history. 

And in times of crisis, he was someone you could count on to remain calm and collected while you worked towards a solution. Nothing could shake him, save for the trial and media circus that had briefly surrounded his late son. 

After that particular tragedy, Andy had resigned himself to being alone. Forever. He often tried to convince himself that he preferred it that way. Andrew Barber didn’t do love. Not after what happened with his ex-wife, Laurie. He was better off living a life of no commitment. 

Even if it meant a lot of lonely nights filled with a seemingly endless revolving door of meaningless one-night stands. 

And then he’d met you. 

Yes, you.

The woman who had somehow, against all odds, brought magic back into his life. Your laugh, your smile, your very presence – it colored his whole goddamn world. He told you that all of the time, and yet it was almost as if you didn’t believe him.

At first, he was convinced that you were too good to be true. Although he’d been quickly dispelled of that notion when you’d had the balls to walk out on him during your very first date. It’s quite possible that he’d fallen for you right then – because you were the type of woman who knew her worth.

By then, Andy had become convinced that you were a gift from the universe. The way he saw it, after everything he’d been through, he was owed you. You were the woman of his dreams – his very salvation – all wrapped up in a curvy little package. And when you ran that night, it called to the primal part of him that felt compelled to give chase. 

Just like now.

But what you had yet to understand was that, once a man like Andrew Barber had deemed you his forever, there was no going back. There was no letting you go. No means of escape.

At most, he’d been granted you a temporary reprieve. You both needed time to assess the situation, survey the damage, and then calculate your next move. 

And sweetness, you’d already played your hand when you’d left that little note skipped town under the pretense of taking a fucking business trip.

Fine. Now it was on him. And while you still held most of the cards, that certainly didn’t mean that Andrew Barber was walking around without an ace or two in his back pocket. And you had better believe that he was more than ready to play his own. 

But first…he needed some fucking coffee. And lucky for him, he knew just where he could find the perfect cup – shot of chocolate, dash of cinnamon, hold the whip. 

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Forty Minutes Later – Monarch Media Group (20 Minutes Outside Downtown Boston)

You lean back in your chair and rub your tired eyes. For the life of you, you simply couldn’t seem to focus today. Or any other day for the matter.

Even though it had been almost a week since you’d returned from your trip to L.A., you still felt just as conflicted about things with Andrew Barber as you did before you’d left. And not only that, but you also found yourself feeling on edge about the entire situation.

Because after your brief text exchange the morning of February 15th, he’d left you alone. The most impatient man you’d ever encountered this side of Boston had actually found it within himself to respect your wishes. 

No calls. No texts. No emails. Not even so much as a fucking smoke signal.

And while part of you was pleased with that particular development, there was no denying the fact that you missed your Big Man. 

You could be woman enough to admit it. You missed the hell out the handsome, grumpy-faced district attorney who, up until recently, had been a major mainstay in your life. But after some serious soul searching and a generous amount of tequila, you’d come to the conclusion that it was important for you to get your mind right before moving forward with anything.

You owed it to yourself to figure out who you were outside of your relationship with Andy – needed it even. Because that man was a force to be reckoned with. He could be so dominant sometimes, his personality so completely all-consuming that it was easy to lose yourself in him. 

To allow yourself to become so entirely eclipsed by his brilliant shadow. Which is something that could absolutely happen the moment you stopped paying attention to your own wants, and needs, and desires.

And if that ever were to happen, part of you wondered whether or not you would be able to find your way back. Honestly, you had no idea.

Because after all of this, if you chose to be with him…it would mean that you were all-in. There was no other option with him.

That beautifully stubborn man didn’t have a lower setting.   

However, the last thing you’d ever expected was for Mr. Andrew “My Way or the Highway” Barber to go quietly into that good night. Well, suppose you shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth. Because if anything he could very well be planning–

Your inner musings are interrupted by Anya, your favorite receptionist at Monarch Media Group. Granted, she was also the only receptionist at the company you’d worked for over the last several years, but that was neither here nor there.

Anya gives you a knowing look before taking a seat on the edge of your desk. “Hi, friend.” She lightly pokes your shoulder. “How ya doin?”

“I’m okay.” You blow out a breath and then decide to exit out of your Outlook. “What’s up?”

“Oh…nothing much.” You watch as your friend and coworker helps herself to a piece of chocolate sitting in a nearby dish. 

“Okay.”

“I just stopped by to tell you that your coffee has arrived.” She dutifully unwraps it before popping it in her mouth.

“What?”

You hadn’t ordered any coffee. You didn’t usually even drink the stuff this late in the day. Unless…

“Yep. And just so happens, it was hand-delivered by the handsomest door-dasher I ever did see.” Anya pokes your shoulder again. “I would’ve accepted it on your behalf, but the guy insists on giving it to you himself. Probably angling for a tip if you ask me.” She throws you a conspiratorial wink for good measure.

Speak of the devil. Hello, Mr. Andrew “Check Out My Shit Timing” Barber.

“Ugh.” You bury your head in your hands to muffle your cry of frustration. “Can you please just tell him I’m not here?”

“I’m afraid I already let that cat out of the bag. But by the look on your face and the way you’re rocking back and forth like a human pinball, I take it I shouldn’t have done that.”

“No!” 

“Did you and Andy like…break up…or something?” Anya pauses as she reaches for another piece of candy, her hand hovering in mid-air.

No, Anya. I always feel like jumping out the nearest window. I’m fucking squirrley like that.

“Yes. No. I don’t know.” You wail. “It’s just…it’s just really fucking complicated, okay?” 

“Gotcha. So…about the coffee…” 

“I’m going. I’m going.” You stand up in a huff, wishing you knew where you put the ponytail holder that had been on your wrist just this morning. “But if he pisses me off, I’m dumping that shit on his shoes. Hot or not. I do not care.”

“Okay, but if it comes to that can you please try to do it off company property? I’m all for you handling your business, but I’m also thinking about all the paperwork I’m gonna have to do if you accidentally injure one of the city’s hottest attorneys.”

“Fuck you.” You grumble as you stalk towards the front of the office to confront the annoying asshole who also happened to be the love of your life. 

“What can I say? I’m a selfish bitch.” She chirps, blowing you a kiss.

“Your words not mine. And stay the hell out of my chocolate, you mooch!” You call out as you turn the corner, fully intending to give the Boston D.A. a piece of your mind before you politely, and very firmly, shoved him out the door. 

Because if that man thought that he could just waltz right into your place of business and act like he owned everything and everyone, then he was sorely mistaken. You were going to prove to him, and whoever the hell’s job it was to oversee this whole godforsaken cosmos, that you knew how to stand your ground.  

The sight of him standing right there in the lobby is easily enough to temporarily rob you of all reasonable thought. His back is to you, giving you the brief opportunity to give him a thorough once-over. His tailored white dress shirt is rolled up at the sleeves, exposing his brawny forearms. But what really draws your attention are his slate gray slacks, which only serves to highlight his perfectly sculpted backside. 

He looked good. Nobody deserved to look that damned good, least of all your ex-boyfriend. 

Wait. Is that – is that what he was now? Is…is that how all of this worked? Fuck! 

You note the lack of tension in his broad shoulders. All things considered, he seemed pretty relaxed. But the real question was…how long could it be expected to last?

Andy picks that moment to turn around, his bright blue eyes locking with your own as an eager grin slowly spreads its way across his handsome features. You take a steadying breath and choose to ignore it. 

“Andrew.” You exhale, trying your best to appear unaffected by his presence. It was a lie, of course. But if you managed to keep this unexpected interaction short and sweet, you just might be able to pull it off. “Wh–what are you doing here?”

“Hi.” He cocks his head to the side as he drinks you in, almost as if he’s amused by your disgruntled demeanor.

“Hello.” You cross your arms over your chest, wishing that you had chosen to wear a different sweater today. Andy loved you in this color, especially because of how it paired with your particular skin tone. 

“Happy Wednesday, baby.” 

God, he really needed to lose that stupid smile. Otherwise, how on earth were you supposed to maintain your composure? 

“Sure.”

“Brought you something.” Andy holds out one of the cups of coffee he’s carrying. “Figured you might be able to use a little pick-me-up.” 

“Thanks, but I’m good.” You tell him with a shake of your head. 

“What? Since when?” He rears back before offering up a playful pout. “We always get coffee together on Wednesdays. It’s our thing…our little afternoon delight.” This time you’re treated to a wink.

“Shh!” You hiss, bridging the distance between your bodies to slap a hand across his mouth. “Don’t say that!” 

The last thing you needed was someone to overhear that and think you two used to sneak away sometimes in the afternoon to…to well…you know. Some of the people you worked with possessed very vivid imaginations.

And besides, that whole afternoon delight business had only happened once or twice. Okay, quite possibly four and a half times – and then one more after that. 

Amusement sparkles in his gaze as he stares you down. And then you feel the faint flick of his tongue brush across your palm. When you don’t react he does it again, this time following it up with an exaggerated groan. 

You immediately jerk your hand away as if you’ve just been burned. Knowing that things were only bound to get worse, you snatch one of the coffees before grabbing his arm and dragging him outside and into the unseasonably warm weather. 

Thank goodness for small favors.

The smell of spring was definitely in the air these days, but all you can focus on is the sound of Andy’s laughter trailing behind you. Frankly, it’s enough to set your teeth on edge. Even still, he allows you to lead him down the street. At some point there’s a slight shift that results in your relinquishing his arm so that he can lace his fingers through yours.   

But you'll allow it if it means that he’ll behave for as long as it takes to make it to your destination. Which just so happens to be an empty bench located at the edge of a nearby park.

To his credit, the attractive buttface at your side doesn’t say anything during your impromptu power walk, but he also doesn’t need to. Because after two long weeks without you, the man was probably venturing into serious touch-starved territory. 

You knew it. And so did he. So part of you didn’t see the harm in giving him this one, small thing.  

Relief fills you when you finally reach the bench. Of course Andy sits first before pulling you down with him – but thankfully not onto his lap. Although you’re positive that the thought was there.

Eventually he lets go of your hand. Unsure of what else to do, you finally take a sip of your coffee. The rich, slightly bitter flavor of chocolate and mocha bursts onto your tongue, followed immediately by a quick hint of cinnamon.

Mm. A perfect cup.

“I’ve missed you, baby girl.” Andy’s large, lightly calloused hand cups your face – the roughened pad of his thumb caressing the curve of your cheek. “It hasn’t been a very fun couple of weeks.”

“I know.” You whisper as you lean into his touch and your eyes flutter closed. Perhaps you were just as starved for affection as he was. “I’m sorry.”

“Did you miss me?” His tone is gruff, but there’s no mistaking the emotion behind his words. Or the pain in his eyes for that matter. 

“I did, Andy.” So much.

“But you still left. Tried to break up with me before hopping on a plane and running off all the way to L.A. to share some chips and queso with good ol’ Rusty.” Your eyes fly open as Andy’s hand drops away. “Or did I read that wrong?” 

How the fuck had he known where you where? You hadn’t included anything about your intended destination in your letter…

“I saw it on your Instagram, in case you were wondering. Was actually able to use that stupid account you set up for me after all.” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he narrows his gaze, trying to read your expression. “Couldn’t really get much else, although I enjoyed those pics of you at the beach.”

“It was a work trip.” You remind him, suddenly feeling defensive. “And Russell is an old friend, nothing more.”

“Hm.” Andy quirks an annoyed brow. “Are we talking about the kind of friend who also  accompanies you to the beach so you can show off your brand new bikini? Not that I’m complaining any about that gorgeous, sunkissed glow you’ve got going on, princess.” 

His big body is certainly tense, but there’s no ignoring the feral gleam in his eyes. Almost as if he’s dying to undress you and spend the next several hours checking you for tan lines. 

And he would, too. It’s not like it would be the first time. 

“I went alone. Russell stayed behind for that one.” You roll your eyes at the sight of his nostrils flaring. “Jesus Christ, dude! I know you may not believe that I’m a big girl, but I am. And if I wanna go hang out at the beach by myself, then that’s exactly what I’m gonna do!”

Which was exactly what the fuck you’d done. And it had been positively marvelous. 

“Fine.” He grunts, raising his palm towards the heavens. “God forgive me for having the sense to worry about my girl, especially since the last time I checked, she still couldn’t swim for shit.”

“Whatever, Andrew. This girl does whatever the hell she wants now, so you had better get used to it.” Your mouth is set in a thin, firm line while you silently dare him to disagree.

“I’m not quite sure how that’s different from any other day with you, but alright.” Andy tries to calm himself by playing with a stray curl that’s fallen free from your bun. “You’re still mine, sweetness. Even when you insist on being a brat. Or did you somehow forget that part?”

You swat at his hand instead of responding, hating that steady feeling of warmth that was currently pooling in your belly. 

“Did you?”

You make a show of ignoring him in favor of enjoying what was left of your coffee.

“You know, they say that sometimes silence speaks louder than words, baby girl.” You find yourself resisting the urge to clench your thighs together at the sound of the dark chuckle that rumbles through his chest. “It’s alright, though. Guess I’ll just have to remind you again once we get past this little wall you’re trying to put up between us.”

He gifts you with a flash of his pearly white teeth. Andrew Barber was the type of man who would only let you get away with so much before he put his foot down. And you would do well to remember that. 

“Pretty sure you meant to say “actions”, jackass.” Apparently he finds your acerbic wit funny as well.

“Eh, I’ve heard it both ways.” Andy shrugs before going back to toying with your curls. “But I think you should know that I’m not very happy with you, baby. And I’m trying to be patient here, but it’s kinda difficult when I can’t even get you to talk to me.”

“I was going to call you…” That wasn’t a lie. You had just been trying to drum up the mental fortitude you knew it would take to pick up the phone and actually dial his number. Sometimes, dealing with Andrew Barber could require some serious patience. 

“Were you now?” He doesn’t believe you. You can hear it in his voice.

“I was.”

“Okay, then have dinner with me tonight.” He releases your curl, watching the way it bounces as it springs free.

“Andy.” You let out an exhausted sigh.

“Meet me at my place. I’ll swing by Imperial Wok and pick up a few of your favorites so we can eat. And then we can talk in a quiet, private setting without any interruptions. How does that sound, princess?”

“Wonderful.” The word slips out before you can catch it. “But I–I can’t.”

Andrew Barber’s excited smile dies on his lips the moment that phrase reaches his ears and registers in his brain. As much as you hated to admit it, being alone with this man wasn’t a very good idea right now – especially behind closed doors.

Because while you’d never seen the man in court, you’d definitely heard plenty of stories about his ruthlessness. And you knew firsthand just how persistent he could be when he was determined to get his way. 

When Andy wanted something, he didn’t stop until he got it. Not only was he relentless, but he also wasn’t above using every tool at his disposal – including sex – if it meant having you back in his life. It wouldn’t matter all that much to him how it came about.

The same way he wouldn’t care if whether or not your desired reconciliation only happened because he’d lured you into his bed before fucking you back into submission. 

“The fu–why the hell not?” He growls, his hand grips the arm of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles go white.

“Because I can’t.”

“Can’t or won’t?” The pronounced tick in his jaw makes it clear that he’s beyond frustrated by your refusal. 

Unfortunately, that was too damned bad! By the time this was all said and done, your handsome ogre was going to have mastered the art of having some goddamned patience. At least you hoped that would be the case…

“Both.” You offer your Big Man a small apologetic smile as you rise from your seat. “Let’s plan for sometime next week. Maybe we can shoot for Monday. I’ll, uh, send you a text or something and we can find a place to meet. But I really need to get back to work now.”

Andy stares at you for what feels like a full minute as his impressive brain works overtime to figure out his next move. And then he stands up before taking your empty cup and discarding them both in a nearby trash bin.

“Alright.” He mutters with a nod in your direction. “I guess I’ll just have to wait for your message then. Now, let’s get you back to your office.” A lump forms in your throat when he wraps a muscled arm around your shoulders as you two begin walking back the way you came. 

Fuck, you really hated this shit. But if this relationship was ever going to have a chance of working, you had to continue standing your ground. Even though it hurt like hell.

“I, um...I know you said that we probably won’t be able to sit down and talk until next week. And I suppose I can understand where you’re coming from with that, but while I have you now…” He lightly coughs into his elbow.

You glance up at your hotshot attorney, trying to figure out where he was going with this so that you could potentially cut him off at the pass.

“I at least wanted to say “thank you” in person for still agreeing to help Lydia with the charity gala this Saturday. I’m sure that it wasn’t an easy decision for you, especially given how things have been between us lately. But I really do appreciate it. And, frankly, I’m sure the kids at St. Augustine’s do too.” 

You feel the blood drain from your face as the reminder of this weekend’s event all-but smacks in the face. “Shit!” You hiss, pulling away from Andy as you reach your building. “It’s this Saturday? Are you sure?”

 “I am.” He confirms, his eyes filled with surprise. “I just spoke with Lydia yesterday when I–”

“Fuck!” You exclaim as your hands fly to your hips, uncaring that you just interrupted whatever it was he was about to say. 

In all of the chaos, you’d completely forgotten that you had agreed to help the wife of one of Andy’s colleagues with her annual charity ball. Starting by arriving at the hotel early Saturday morning to aid in the event setup, before heading up to your room to get ready for the evening's festivities.

A room that had been booked during a time when you and Andy were on much better terms.     

“She did mention that she sent all of the volunteers an email a couple days ago with a list of instructions. Maybe it got buried in your inbox, baby.” He rests his hands on your biceps, giving you a reassuring squeeze. “But she is definitely expecting you and I’m afraid it’s probably too late for you to back out at this point.”

Deep down you knew he was right. And quite honestly, you wouldn’t even dream of doing something like this close to the actual date of the gala. But there was still the issue of having to share a hotel room with your ex.

Closing your eyes, you force yourself to take a deep breath. “I–I wouldn’t do that. I’m not that big of an asshole. I just don’t think it’s a good idea for us to share a room…” You trail off, hoping that he would at least be somewhat understanding of your current plight.

“Ahh.” You can see the moment when realization finally dawns. “Right. Almost forgot about that.”

No, he actually hadn’t. But since Andy didn’t feel as though there was any real need for you to know that, he was going to keep that particular tidbit to himself. Even he was capable of showing some restraint every now and again.   

“Like I said…” You find yourself anxiously bouncing on your toes. “I don’t think –”

“I get it, sweetheart.” 

Wait. He did? Just like that?

“You do?”

“I do.” His words are accompanied by a lopsided grin. 

He didn’t. But then again, you didn’t need to know that either.

Andy’s hands leave your arms so that he can tenderly cup the sides of your face instead. “You just leave it all to me, baby girl. I’ll call the hotel and change the reservations.”

“You will?” You place your smaller hands overtop of his own. “You…you don’t mind?”

“Not at all.” Andy leans down to press a sweet kiss to your forehead. “And I promise to be on my best behavior Saturday night.” He gives you another kiss, which you allow. “If you want, I’ll even send over the updated confirmation info.” 

“Thank you.” You murmur, wishing that you could give-in just a little more and offer up your lips for a kiss. A real one this time. 

But you couldn’t afford to do that. Not even when Mr. Andrew “Give Me A Gold Star For Being Helpful” Barber was acting sweet. That would only throw everything off balance all over again. 

Andy’s heated gaze drops to your mouth before he slowly pulls away. “Don’t work too hard, okay?” His husky voice sends one last tiny flutter through your belly. 

“Same goes for you.” You tell him as you begin to head into the building.

“Goodbye, baby girl.” 

“Goodbye, Andrew. See you Saturday.” 

He waits until you’re safely inside and out of sight before turning on his heel and proceeding in the direction of his car. Oh, you’d be seeing him on Saturday alright. And he would be on his best behavior – depending on just how much patience he could muster. 

You two would be sorting this shit out then, whether you liked it or not. When it was over, you’d both spend the rest of the weekend making up for lost time. And Andrew was going to do everything in his power to ensure you enjoyed every fucking second of it. Just like he planned to enjoy getting reacquainted with that delicate sweetness between those luscious thighs. But first…

He needed to go make a call.

END

*Part Three Coming Soon...*

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AN: So this was supposed to be a drabble, based on a gif that Alice the menace sent me, but I had a thot and it spiralled into this modern fantasy AU! I hope you enjoy.

Beta’d by the menace herself, @flordeamatista

Dividers by @firefly-graphicsgraphics

Moodboard by me, but the wonderful edit of Andy by @jen-with-a-pen, who was brilliant at realising my vision.

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Relationship: Eldritch Andy Barber x Fae Plus-sized reader

Word Count: 5k

CW: Soft Dark Andy Barber, very mild horror aspects, kidnapping, consensual smut (inc mild blood play, tentacles, triple penetration in one hole, rough sex, dacryphilia, blacking out during sex) mild angst.

As soon as you’d walked into this town, your Fae senses had told you that staying was a bad idea, that an Eldritch creature had already made its home here. It would be dangerous to stay, even for a few days; if you could sense them, they could sense you, but you were never one for being sensible. Your heart was too big for that. If an Eldritch was here, it would be using its influence for chaos and evil. You almost felt beholden to make a difference, to exert some of your own influence to balance it all out.

 So you stayed. 

You really shouldn't have done, but you did.

It didn’t take long for you and the creature to find each other. It was an inevitability, your aura’s calling to the other, like opposing magnetic poles. You were intrigued by them, wondering what form they would take, and how they would carry out their machinations. 

The Eldritch had appeared shortly after the dawn of man, born of their fears, their nightmares. The things that stalked them in the shadows and through the dream worlds. Full of arrogance they called themselves the Elder Gods, although to be fair, they were some of the first beings to be worshipped as such.

 But the Fae were older. Much older. 

They were well established as a race when apes had started to walk upright and clothe themselves. The Fae had watched in wonderment as this new species took its first steps towards full sentience, and with that, the building of a cooperative society.

However, as such a primitive species, they were wary of anything that looked different, and worried that, like the creatures of the dark they had willed into being, the Fae would try to hurt them. It was then that your people had developed the skill of glamour, to hide your true selves and to appear as a mortal. They had realised that this new race was susceptible to suggestion, and that the Eldritch were using this fact to sow chaos. It was therefore decided that the Fae would work to redress the balance. Using their glamour they could get close to the humans and ‘nudge’ them back towards kindness.

The nightmare creatures adjusted their tack though, observing the Fae and learning how to glamour themselves, which allowed them to wreak further havoc, being able to influence the mortals without driving them mad. At least until they revealed themselves once they had got what they wanted.

So you cloaked yourself, suppressing your natural golden glow and hiding your wings to appear as a normal primary school teacher; all honeysuckle smiles and encouraging words. Someone that others would gravitate to, listen to, give respect to. Who could get involved without comment in almost every social event in this small town’s calendar. You could exert your influence to encourage kindness in lots of different people, from the students you taught, all the way up to the elderly general store-keeper, who would be called ‘curmudgeonly’ at best. 

You met your counterpart on your third night, as you took yourself to the only bar in town. You’d gone pretty early - it wouldn't be the done thing for the new teacher to be seen cavorting with the town’s miscreants, or even just the town gentlemen. You didn’t want to alienate anyone, but you needed to familiarise yourself with everywhere your skills may be of use.

As soon as you walked in, you were aware of them. You could feel their murky green aura, and hear the otherworldly screams of the insane that swirled around them. Your head turned and there they were, looking back at you. Sitting right at the bar, front and centre, for all to see, but of course, the mortals around you could only see the glamour. 

You had to admit, you were impressed. The creature was male (as much as the Eldritch actually had genders) and the form he had taken was, well, extremely attractive. Tall, broad, but fit and lean. Brown hair, thick and tamed, covered his head, with a matching, and equally as thick beard, framing his jaw. Eyes the blue-green of the ocean, inviting you to dive into their depths. You felt your wings beat as your heart rate increased, and were glad they were hidden from the eyes of those around you.

The creature smiled and gestured to the empty bar stool beside him, an invitation from one professional to another. You sat, carefully, smoothing the light skirt of your dress over your generous thighs, grateful that it reached almost to your knees. You had pantyhose on underneath, and even that thin layer felt like extra protection from the brazen gaze of the creature.

He held out his hand, his palm as broad as the rest of him, his fingers long and tapered. You hesitated for a moment. You’d never been this close to an Eldritch before, and although you knew you wouldn’t burst into flames just from touching him, you still had a sense of trepidation. When you finally did place your hand in his, you felt how soft his skin was. Whatever he did here, in his guise, it wasn’t manual.

“Welcome, little Fae. And what brings you to this backwards, podunk town?”

“My nature, I suppose. My calling.” You gave a small, delicate shrug. “The same thing that brought you here, I reckon, even if our natures are opposite to each other…?” You let the end of your sentence hang so he could tell you how he wanted to be addressed.

“Call me Andy. That’s what I go by here. I’m the town lawyer.”

You couldn’t hold back your snort of laughter.

“A lawyer, really? I suppose, if you are wanting to spread chaos and evil, you couldn’t really pick a better cover.”

“And you picked a school teacher.”

You inclined your head in acknowledgement.

“Touché.”

You turned to the bar and ordered a drink, although just a club soda, as you knew you ought to keep a clear head. You had a brief conversation with the barman as he filled your glass and you handed over some cash, telling him to keep the change, and you knew that Andy was watching the interaction with interest. 

When your server moved to the other end of the bar to deal with another patron, Andy leaned in closer, and suddenly his cordial demeanor disappeared.

“Now, Fae, as lovely as this has been… as lovely”, his eyes roved over you, obvious and unabashed, “as you are, I am telling you now, to leave. Leave this town. Find yourself another cosy little place. This town is mine. It’s not for the likes of you with your golden glow and your kindness.”

His tone was menacing, obviously trying to frighten you away. However, you were stubborn, it was what had made you stay in the first place, and you didn’t frighten easily.

“No.” 

You looked him dead in the eye, and could see the swirling green mists of his true self within them.

“Excuse me?” 

He looked shocked, as though he wasn’t used to anyone, mortal or otherwise, questioning him.

“I don’t want to. I like it here. Feel like I could really make a difference.”

He scowled and grabbed his beer bottle, tossing back the last of it, before standing up. Then, without warning he gripped your chin, squishing your mouth and cheeks. You struggled to stay still. You didn’t want to create a scene - it could backfire on you big time.

“I don’t really give a shit what you want. Get out of my town, Fae. It would be better for both of us if you did.”

He let you go with a shove and you watched him stalk out as you circled your jaw to lessen the ache, before taking a gulp of your drink, letting the cool liquid sooth you.

After such an introduction, any of your brethren would tell you to heed the warning, go somewhere where it would be easier to work your magic, without someone from the otherside actively working in the opposite direction.

 But where would be the challenge in that?

You started small. Small was always easy and tended to have the longest lasting impacts. 

A kind word here, a small, inconsequential favour there. If only humans understood how just being nice, being respectful to their fellows could change the world for good. It also seemed to help that you and Andy had different target demographics. 

It wasn’t difficult to spot his involvement when it was revealed that the town sheriff, a man who had held the position for years, was discovered to be not only corrupt, but also a pervert, stalking and grooming the young townswomen who’d known him for years. And when he’d been led in cuffs from the station to the car of the state troopers, he’d broken, screaming incoherently about the nightmares that would come to take everyone.  As the only lawyer available Andy accompanied him, returning a few days later, shaking his head and talking about how sad it was that a man like the sheriff had obviously lost his mind.

You tried your best to avoid him, but there were obviously occasions when you bumped into each other. The tension when you did was palpable , and you knew it wasn’t just your own. From the way his eyes narrowed and his nostrils flared, you knew he felt it too. You tried to convince yourself that it was natural to feel on edge when you were in close proximity to your opposite, but, deep down, you knew it wasn’t just that. It wasn’t just his glamour either. It was obviously helpful to him that his exterior was extremely easy on the eye, but where you were concerned, that wasn’t the whole picture. 

No, you could also see his mysterious, swirling aura, and when you were close enough you swore you could feel the touch of his chaos stroking over your skin, raising goosebumps and sending a shiver through you. It shouldn’t have been as intoxicating as it was; you shouldn’t like the feel of it, but you did. Maybe it was because you’d been shielded from danger most of your life? Like a child who is told not to touch something hot or sharp, but reaches out for it anyway; the curiosity is too much to ignore. 

And it was therefore your downfall.

The end of summer arrived and in celebration the town had organised a big community cook-out. All the men had dragged their grills out to the field on the edge of town, bordered on one side by the river and on another by the woods. All large community events happened there; the 4th of July picnic and fireworks, the mid-summer fun fair, the kids Easter egg hunt, and there was a buzz in the air as you approached, carrying a pair of apple pies to add to the dessert table. You hadn’t made them yourself - mortals consuming fae food was never a good idea - but you had gone to the best bakery in town, and it was the thought that counted, right?

Once you had deposited them with ladies from the church, who had designated themselves the keepers of dessert, you flitted from group to group.  You helped some of the moms organise games for the younger kids, then talked to a few of your co-workers about the upcoming start of the school year, before taking a turn to help dish out the fixings; you hadn’t made them so it was okay. However, most of all you were both keeping away from, and keeping an eye on Andy. A few times your gazes had locked and once he’d even raised his beer bottle to you in silent salute. Or was it a challenge? You couldn’t be sure. 

You wondered if he would try something here; Unleash his chaotic influence on the crowd? 

You hoped not. 

Eventually, though, Andy and his machinations were pushed to the back of your mind, as you laughed and joked and played with your neighbours. You couldn’t help but use your own influence, a kind word here, a suggestion to assist someone else there. You could feel the golden waves of love and joy spreading throughout the crowd, and you felt buoyed by it.

However, as the sun started to set, it happened. It was only a small disruption, a little bit of malicious chaos, but you realised later it was only meant to have one major effect. To disorientate you and separate you from everyone else. You had to admit that Andy picked his targets well. 

Sudden shouting and banging, accompanied by bright lights had you turning. A group of young males, highschoolers caught between boyhood and manhood, had somehow gotten hold of some fireworks and decided to let them off. The gunpowder driven projectiles flew in all directions, and everyone ran for cover, women screaming and children crying. You ducked down, running to the tree line at the edge of the woods,  and hid behind a sturdy trunk, catching your breath. That, however, was when Andy revealed his plan.

A large hand came across your mouth, stifling any noise you might make, whilst his opposite arm wrapped around your soft waist and he hauled you up, using his otherworldly strength to drag you deeper into the woods. You kicked your heels against his shins, but he seemed impervious to it. You shouldn’t have been surprised.

You weren’t sure how long Andy carried you through the forest. It was probably for only a few minutes, but it felt like a life-time, as you struggled ineffectually against his hold. Even your wings couldn’t help you, pinned as they were between your back and his firm chest. 

Eventually though, he came to a halt and thrust you away, dragging a hand down his face and over his beard as he watched you fall to the ground, amongst the brush and leaf litter. You could barely see, the remaining sunlight almost entirely blocked out by the canopy of the trees, so you dropped your glamour. Your skin began to glow with a golden light and your wings became visible, shining with a spectrum of colours.

For a moment, Andy seemed to be taken aback, as he took in your true form, but he collected himself quickly, his features schooling themselves into a dark scowl.

“I told you to leave.”

You picked yourself up from the ground, brushing clods of soil and other detritus off your dress, and pulled yourself up to your full height. It wasn’t very impressive against Andy’s towering stature, but it was all you could do.

“And I said I didn’t want to.”

He moved suddenly and swiftly, closing in on you and making you step back until the trunk of a nearby tree halted your progress. He followed you as you retreated, caging you in as he pressed his palms against the bark either side of your head. His features were lit up by your glow, and the green swirls of chaos were visible once again in his eyes.

“It would have been better for both of us if you had listened. We shouldn’t be in this close proximity to each other.”

You scoffed.

“Says the man who dragged me into the forest, and now has me pinned up against a tree. If you don’t want to be close to me, let me go.”

His eyes narrowed and you saw a flash of some emotion you couldn’t place. His right hand dropped and he brushed his knuckles down your cheek, a gesture far more gentle and tender than you would’ve expected from him. Unexpected shivers ran down your spine and your eyes went wide.

“You misunderstand, little Fae. I said we shouldn’t, not that I didn’t want to be.”

In that moment you placed the emotion he’d shown. 

Lust. 

Pure and simple.

You only had time to gasp in a breath before he cupped your face with his right hand and captured your lips in a punishing kiss. Now, you weren’t innocent; you’d had a few dalliances with other Fae over the centuries, and even the odd mortal here and there, but from the moment he touched you, you knew that he would be a lover unlike any other, be that for good or ill. 

You immediately felt as though he was devouring you, burning you up in his chaotic fire. 

Before you even realised it, you were clinging to him, returning his kiss with the same ardour. His other hand came down, gripping your waist and holding you in place, as he pressed the full length of his body against you. An involuntary whine spilt from your lips as he dragged his own from you, but he continued to trail kisses down your jaw and neck.

“You are driving me insane, Fae. Do you know how ridiculous that is? I haven’t been able to fulfil my true nature since your arrival. All my attempts have been feeble and washed out. My mind has been full of you. Wanting to claim you, even in your glamoured state.”

His nose rubbed up the column of your throat, inhaling your scent deeply.

“But now! Now I have seen your true form, I can never let you go. You are mine, little fairy. Mine to feast upon. Your corruption will be my greatest achievement.”

You should be scared by his speech, horrified at the prospect, but you were too far gone. Your wings started to beat, raising your body up so your faces were level, so you could wrap your legs around his narrow waist. His fingers dug into your flesh, and despite his own glamour still being in place you could feel his talons pricking your skin. A strange feeling flowed over your thighs and tightened around your middle, and you knew it was his tentacles, hidden but still binding you to him.

“Andy!” His name tripped from your tongue like a prayer.

You dragged his face back to yours, wanting nothing more than to drown in your combined passion, consequences be damned. Then your fingers worked the buttons of his shirt, pulling the fabric apart and rubbing your hands over the soft chest hair of his mortal disguise. Your hips bucked as he nipped at your bottom lip, his sharp Eldritch teeth cutting you slightly. His tongue lapped over the small wound, tasting you, and he moaned. The sound made your head spin, the thought that he was as intoxicated with you as you were with him pushing the last vestiges of reason from your mind.

Although you couldn’t see it, you felt one of his tentacles moving higher up your thigh, closer and closer to your panties, now wet with your arousal. The tip of it brushed across the sodden fabric, rubbing over your clit and you whined. The movement repeated, the barest twitch of the supple appendage, and sparks flew across your vision. Your own sharp claws dug into his flesh, an untamed part of you coming to the fore. You let go of him and struggled with the buttons down the front of your dress, eventually just tearing at them.The fabric was too restricting, getting in the way of the feel of his flesh against your own.

As your skin was bared to him, Andy’s lips travelled across the swell of your breasts, sucking your flesh and raising marks, before sucking at your nipples through the lacy fabric of your bra. The ache between your thighs was almost painful, your arousal reaching new heights. 

You were desperate for more. Anything more. 

Then more came, in the feeling of your panties being ripped away, the flimsy cotton no match for Andy’s tentacles. They coiled higher and tighter around your thighs and you cried out as you felt them sliding between your folds. Your head fell back against the tree with a thud.

“Andy! By the light!”

“Yes, my darling Fae. Feel me.”

Through hooded lids you could see his skin taken on a green tinge as his glamour started to slip. His teeth looked sharper, and his muscles even more defined, but your observation of him came to a halt as one of his tentacles started to push its way inside your aching pussy.  You let out an animalistic cry as he filled and stretched you. Your fingers curled, your talons breaking Andy’s skin causing 8 tiny spots of green blood to well to the surface.

Andy sighed in satisfaction, pumping into you while his hands roamed your body, igniting fires over your skin.

“More. I need more,”

He chuckled, his lips curving against you skin.

“A greedy little thing, aren’t you. But you want more? I can give you more….” A second tentacle joined the first, pulsing inside you, and stretching you even further. There were more brushes over your engorged clit and you felt yourself on the precipice of something hereto unknown.

“No, no, no. I need you.”

“But you have me, Fae. You currently have more of me than any other creature has in centuries.” 

His tentacles squirmed inside you and you shifted, clenching down on them and letting out another pathetic needy noise. You still needed more. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes and there was an incessant buzzing inside your skull.

“I… I…” 

Words floated away. Only the burning need remained. A singular tear broke free from your lashes and rolled down your cheek, only to be caught up by Andy’s tongue, long and forked.

“Oh, you are so delicious. And don’t worry. I know what you need. I can give it to you.”

When and how he’d released his pants, you were unsure, but your brain didn’t care about the logistics. Maybe they were part of his glamour, as he didn’t really have legs, and therefore never existed at all? But despite how full you felt in your core, it was nothing as Andy began to push his cock inside of you, his tentacles holding your weeping pussing open for him without leaving it.

More tears of pleasure flowed down your face, each and every one lapped up by your otherworldly lover, your hips bucking as you accommodated all he had to give you inside of your body.

“Andy! Fuck!

You felt pinned like a butterfly, your own wings beating just as ineffectually, as he bottomed out inside you. Then, as his other tentacles gripped your waist he began to thrust up into you.

“There you go, fairy. Take it. Take it all.”

All you could do was hold on, your claws shredding the fabric of his shirt and scratching up his shoulders, as he bounced you on his cock and tentacles. Your plump thighs were locked around his waist, and your lips were pressed to his, a messy kiss of tongues and two pairs of sharp teeth. 

Andy’s glamour was slipping even more; you could see the green appendages around your waist, and his skin had almost entirely lost its mortal hue. You should be scared. Why weren’t you scared? Why did you find him terrifyingly beautiful?

“I want to see you.” You mumbled your entreaty against his lips as you nipped at each other.

“‘S not a good idea, Fae. It could drive you mad.”

“You already make me crazy. Please.”

You rocked your hips and gave yourself over to the feeling of fullness, the caress of your clit and breasts, all the sensations he was wreaking on your body criss-crossing and overlapping until all you could do was feel. You knew your orgasm was approaching, the darts of pleasure shooting through you gaining in intensity. Your glow increased, brightening the woods around you.

“Please, please please.” You whispered against his mouth, kissing up the stray droplets of blood. 

His. Yours. You could no longer tell. You were one being.

You felt it then. A shift in Andy’s aura. The last vestiges of his glamour falling away and you forced your eyes open and drew your head back to look at him in his true form.

Your already dizzy mind spun more, your eyes trying to make sense of the visage before you. Saliva and blood dripped from his fangs as he smiled, terrifyingly wide. His eyes were dark green voids, leading you down. Down into the abyss.

“Ssseee me asss I am, Fae.”

You screamed as you came, light bursting forth from you, before the world went blessedly dark.

It was fully night when you woke up some hours later. You blinked your eyes open, taking in the shafts of moonlight that made their way through the tree branches above you. Your hands curled in the grass beneath you and you pushed yourself up into a sitting position. A flash of discomfort arced through your core and you winced. You increased your glow to see that your dress hung in tatters around your body, your bared flesh covered in cuts and marks. You were also alone.

What had you done?

You, a fae, had lain with an Eldritch, a creature of nightmare and madness. It went against the natural order of things, and could never happen again.

You bit your lip to stifle your gasps as you rose to your feet, and you couldn’t even be bothered to put your glamour back on as you carefully limped home.

Home.

Not anymore. You couldn’t stay. You couldn’t be in this town and around Andy and keep your distance.

A bubble of sardonic laughter escaped your throat.

Andy had won. He’d convinced you, finally, to leave.

12 months later

You hummed as you bustled around the kitchen of your new home, sorting out the best places for all the items.  

You’d tried to put the past behind you, move on, but over the last year you hadn’t been able to settle. Some force was keeping you moving, driving you to move to different places.Staying still would be the worst thing. You knew it, down to your bones. This place would do though, at least for a few months until the itch to move on got too much to ignore.

You’d seen a few of your own kind over the last year, but the looks they’d given you let you know that they knew what you’d done and that they didn’t approve. It was a lonely, nomadic life for you now.

A bark of laughter sounded from the other room, pulling you out of your doldrums and you grinned as you went to find your new roommate. At least you had her to keep you company. You knew she would go where you went.

Growing up you’d heard of sprites, mischievous spirits that seemed to straddle both chaos and kindness. Almost fae, but not quite. They’d always been talked about in hushed whispers though, and you’d never met one until six months ago. You’d recognised her for what she was immediately. A shock of green hair, tiny, vestigial wings that were more a barometer for her emotions than anything else, and a propensity to get into trouble at the drop of a hat and then disarm you with a smile.

And when you’d seen her, you understood the whispers, and why those like her were so rare.

“Mama!”

Two chubby arms raised up and reached for you. 

Fae gestation was far quicker than mortals, and infant development just as rapid, so your daughter had the look of a two year old human about her, despite only being half a year old. She was too young to hold her own glamour, so you’d had to dye her hair dark brown to cover her natural green, and luckily her tiny wings were easily hidden with a coat. Hopefully by the time next spring rolled around she would have enough control to hide them herself. The only major issue at the moment was her propensity to get into trouble, and the way she subconsciously influenced those around her. 

And how when she smiled she revealed two rows of sharp pointed teeth. You had to admit, she was the main reason you kept moving.

You scooped your daughter up into your arms with a laugh.

“Hey, Butterfly! How’re you doing?”

She leant forward and blew a raspberry into your neck, making you both giggle.

As hard as it had been to accept you were pregnant and then ostracised from Fae society, you were comforted by the fact that you weren’t the only one to have fallen. The existence of sprites proved it. Others had coupled with Eldritch before you; you weren’t some kind of freak.

“Mama! Door!”

Your little menace pointed towards the oak wood and you looked between it and her, confused for a moment until a knock sounded. Trepidation lanced through you before you brushed it away. Surely it was only one of your new neighbours welcoming you with small town pleasantries. With your baby on your hip you walked open and pulled open the door.

Your smile you had ready on your face froze. You froze.

“Dada!” 

Your daughter leant forward from your grip, arms reaching and Andy plucked her from your grasp.

“Hey, Sprite. Good to meet you.” He dropped a kiss onto her dimpled cheek and she giggled, before he turned his attention to you.

“And hello to you, Fae. I think we have some things to discuss.”

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[littlelioncub43]

A soft Andy thought for you, sweet K…

Andy is a total koala clinger in his sleep. And if you wake up before him and try to sneak out of bed, he’ll legit whine and hold you captive via cuddles and beardy kisses 🥺😭❤️

Ah! Sweet Siri! You are an angel 🥺🤧💖

Of course he's a koala bear sleeper. He has "my love language is physical touch" across that pretty forehead of his.

I dedicate this to you @stargazingfangirl18 💖🌟

You rub your eyes slowly as consciousness crawls through your sleepy frame. The sun hadn't risen yet, but there was that ethereal glow of morning just outside your bedroom window. The room around you was still dark but the low light of impending daytime gave you just enough visibility to make out the nightstand, your lamp, and the rest of the room.

The gentle weight around you shifted closer on instinct, his soft puffs of air told you that he was about to wake up. Andy was usually a light sleeper, but you'd managed to wring him out the night before so he slept solid like a rock. The hairy arm that was slung across your waist tightened its hold when you tried to shift towards the edge of the bed.

"Mm," he whined groggily before pulling you back to your original position: your back plastered to his bare chest and your naked limbs tangled under the duvet. You huffed tiredly and tried again, succeeding in making it to your side of the king sized bed. Victory celebrations were cut short when you felt the heat of Andy's body following you.

"Andyyyyy," you sighed sleepily as he wrapped himself around you once more, a playful yet tired smile on his face.

"Y'just keep moving around, honey, not my fault," he rasped before tucking his face into the crook of your neck, placating you with a handful of slow kisses. The tickle of his beard along the slope of your throat always made you moan, it was his secret weapon. He'd give you those kisses just so you'd give him what he wants, and right now, he just wants to rest.

And how could you deny him?

[littlelioncub43]

Thats some hair that I wanna pull

CHRIS EVANS as Andy Barber in Apple TV+’s “Defending Jacob” (2020—)

[cevansbrat0007]

The Lonely Hearts Club: Part One

Summary: You decide to press pause on your relationship with Andrew Barber. Too bad your hotshot attorney of an ex-boyfriend doesn't understand the meaning of the word. Takes place directly after the events in Photo Shoot Faux Pas. Read Part Two!

Warnings: Angst, Break-ups, Cursing, Andy Being a Menace, Insecure Reader, Eventual Smut, Manhandling, Punishments, Minors DNI

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day! This multi-part fic will feature a combination of requests from the likes of @writer84, @lexivass, @moejdaw, as well as several other anonymous readers. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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“Come on, girl. You can do this.”

“Yeah, but maybe…” You trail off as you approach Andy’s front door. Fishing the key out of your pocket, you insert it into the lock. Thanks to your shaking hands, it actually takes a few seconds longer than it probably should. “Maybe I oughta wait.”

“Babe.” Your friend blows out a breath, the noise coming across the other line like static. “We’ve been over this like a dozen times already. Today is just another day; it’s no different from any other.” 

Your friends had been quick to remind you that Valentine’s Day didn’t really matter. At its core, it was nothing more than a cheap gimmick big corporations used to upsell mediocre chocolate and subpar rom-coms. Right?

“I know, I know.” There really wasn’t much more you could say beyond that. Not after the two of you had painstakingly broken down every detail of this very scenario just last night. During which time you also managed to consume several bottles of wine. 

You’d been all up in your feelings from the moment you’d arrived at your best friend’s house. And Sara had spent a good hour sitting with you on her living room floor, gently rocking you back and forth while you quietly sobbed into her sweater. 

Andy hated it when you cried. But when you did, he was always so good at using his big body to comfort you – to calm you down. He’d been the one that you’d really wanted last night. You’d been so tempted to call him, even before the alcohol had started flowing. 

However, all your girls had said “no”. And when they couldn’t get you to listen to reason, they’d instructed Sara to remove the temptation by swiping your phone and hiding it away. At the time you’d been highly upset. But now you were grateful for their interference. Because this was something you had to do. 

Provided that you could make yourself stick with the fucking plan.

“Are you in yet?” Sara asks, her voice briefly snapping you back into the present.

“I am. I–I’m just gonna leave it on the table. Along with the muffins.” Squeezing your eyes shut, you brace for the sound you’re pretty sure is about to viciously assault your eardrums in three…two…one…

Here it comes.

“YOU BOUGHT HIM FUCKING MUFFINS?!” She screeches, her tone rife with stunned exasperation. “Are you being serious right now?!”

Yes, you did that. It didn’t seem right to just drop the note and run. At least not without leaving a little something else to go with it, apparently in the form of cinnamon spice crunch.

“Don’t judge me, bitch. This shit is hard enough as it is.” You growl into the receiver, setting the box of delicious smelling baked goods onto his kitchen counter. “I just wanna make sure he has something to tide him over until we – until we, um…” Gripping the edge of a chair, you force yourself to take a series of deep breaths.

“Shit, Y/N, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, baby.” Your friend immediately backpedals. But it doesn’t matter. It’s not like you can hear her anyway over the sound of the distant roaring in your ears. “I know this is hard, honey. But you’ve got to pull it together.”��

This whole thing was making you feel ill. 

Fuck! Like it or not, she was right. The last thing you wanted to do was start crying again. Because you knew if you allowed yourself to break down here, it would be impossible to stop. And that’s exactly where you could not afford to let Andrew Stephen Barber to find you right now.

Standing in the middle of his kitchen, openly crying. Desperately wanting to be held by the one man who had the power to shatter you into a million glittering pieces with nothing more than a simple touch.

And while that might seem a bit dramatic, it also didn’t make it any less true. Which meant that you needed to get out there, fast. You couldn’t allow yourself to forget that you really did have somewhere else to be. Standing up straight, you tuck Andy’s house key into the folded up piece of paper and then place it on top of the muffins.

Time to go. 

Turning on your heel, you make a beeline for the exit. Hopefully you’d feel better once you were on the road. As you leave, you make a mental note to worry about everything else later. Until then, you just had to focus on the now.    

“Fuck!” You hiss as the door slams closed behind you. 

“What? Is Andy home? Did he –” You cut her off, feeling frustrated even as the sickly-sweet taste of regret threatens to claw its way up your throat. 

“No. I just forgot to grab that stupid fucking album is all.” With a huff, you jog over to your car. “And it’s not like I can go back in for it or anything since I left him his key. Fuuuuck!” You close the driver’s side door before turning on your vehicle and putting it in gear.

“Girl, who gives a shit!” Sara snorts, clearly relieved that your activities weren’t interrupted. “Look at it this way, whether you like it or not, you just gave that ungrateful bastard something to remember you by.”

Good point, Sara. That’s exactly why she had been designated as your emotional support person for this entire emotionally draining escape. 

“True.” Time to focus on the road. If traffic cooperated, you had just enough time to get yourself to your next destination without risking getting a ticket.

Not that that mattered much anymore. The days of anyone giving a shit about your potentially reckless activities were most likely a thing of the past. Oh well. You looked forward to no longer having to stock up on aloe. Yeah, the price of that stock was about to go way down. 

A tiny giggle bubbles up, escaping before you can stop it. 

“Are you okay, Y/N? I know that was rough back there, but I really think you did the right thing. Plus, I’ve been updating everyone on the group chat, and they all agree.” You resolve to check the thread later so that you can provide everyone with an update.

See that Andy Bear? This whole damned thing had been workshopped from start to finish. You can’t possibly accuse me of being impulsive now. You let out another burst of laughter, this one sounding a touch more hysterical than the last.  

“Also, Rhea really wants to know where you got those friggin’ muffins…”

“Tell her I’ll message her with the name of the bakery later.” You merge onto the highway as you head towards downtown. “Thanks for all your help today, Sara. Couldn’t have done it without you girls.”

“Hey boo – you know we love Andy’s fine ass. We just happen to love your ass a hell of a lot more. Now drive safe and text us when you land.” You know she’s telling the truth. All of your girls were pretty darn fond of your man, but you were their girl first. And their loyalty was to you.

Something for which you were exceedingly grateful.

“You got it – talk soon.” 

You end the call before settling in for the remainder of the drive. Not wanting to be alone with your thoughts, you quickly decide to turn on the radio – only to be surprised when Mariah Carey’s “We Belong Together” begins playing over the speakers.

“Wow.” You whisper with a shake of your head. “That is so not fair.”

Sometimes the gods possessed a real fucked up sense of humor.

Your bottom lip quivers as the lyrics hit home, hot tears blurring your vision. You let out an audible sniffle before dashing at them with your sleeve. But you don’t change the station. And you no longer try to stem the flow. Instead you finally give yourself over to the pain that was your heart breaking – piece by piece.

You’d talk to Andy in a couple of weeks. He’d give you space. He’d give you time. And if he didn’t want to work things out when it was all said and done…then you would have to find a way to live without him. And you would find a way.

But first, you had a plane to catch. And then you were gonna get yourself a margarita and – no – scratch that.

Make that a bottle of tequila.   

___

Five hours later…

Andy shoulders his way into his house from the garage, absentmindedly toeing off his shoes as he sorts through his mail. 

Bill. Bill. Junk. A Postcard from his Dentist. Another bill. And more junk.

With a grunt, he tosses the stack of unwanted papers onto the table. And then he spies the pink box resting on the counter. A smile curves its way across his handsome lips when he realizes that you must’ve stopped by at some point during the day. 

But he does find it rather odd that you wouldn’t have let him know. Sure, it was Valentine’s Day, but the two of you weren’t supposed to get together until this weekend. 

Still smiling, Andy makes his way over to the box of treats, humming a little tune as he goes. While he had a feeling something was going on with you lately, he’d simply chalked it up to stress. But he also knew that once he got you in his bed and settled himself between those gorgeous thighs, it was only a matter of time before he’d have you speaking in tongues…

Which would hopefully lead to you spilling your pretty little guts. So that he could finally try to fix whatever it was that kept making you seem so sad.  

He picks up the note, his head tilting to the side as he tries to make sense of the meaning behind your interesting dessert choice. Confused, he decides to read your message. With a sigh, he unfolds the piece of paper. Only to be caught off guard when a key falls out and onto the surface below, the sharp clatter making him jump.

“What the fuck?” He snarls as his eyes quickly scan the tear-stained piece of paper. “No. Oh no, baby girl…fuck no…” 

He could not fucking believe what he was reading. 

Andrew grips the edge of the counter as his legs threaten to give out underneath him. However, it’s not until the fourth reread that it all finally clicks into place.

You'd just tried to break-up with him. On fucking Valentine’s Day of all fucking days. But if you thought that leaving him a “Dear John” letter and a box of muffins before running off to god-knows-where was going to be the end of it, then well…the joke was on you. Because there was no way in hell he was ready to let you go. At least not without one hell of fight. 

"Alright." A dark chuckle escapes as he crumples the note in fist. Part of him wished that he still carried a lighter so that he could go outside and burn your fucking letter. “But make no mistake, sweetness, we’re not done here.”

However, Andrew Barber could be patient until he saw you again. He’d give you a couple days to get your mind right. But when he found you – and he would – he wasn’t going to stop until he had you back in his life and in his bed, right where you fucking belonged. 

You could count on that shit.

END

[littlelioncub43]

Look. As I said before, Andy Barber is on my mind A LOT, lately. Lol. Anyways, I was thinking, Reader had a long week of training at a new job (talk about self insert, huh? 😆) and is still studying or reading over new material needed for the new job. And Andy notices Reader has skipped dinner, the excuse always being “I’ll be right, there”. So Andy just brings the food to reader, pampers them in any way he knows how (think in terms of providing snacks, water or tea, reminding them of taking breaks) without disturbing them too much. But at some point, at 2 in the morning, Andy is like “enough, time to turn off the laptop and spend time with me”. And reader is like “Andy, I really have to work through this…” but he won’t take no for an answer. 😏

HeheheHEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! I'm not sure you meant for this to be smutty and fluffy but Im going to make it straight fluff! 😄

Let's gooooo!

Andy was about to go insane. He was sure of it. He was cracking. The incessant tapping of your fingers flying across the keys of your laptop was driving him nuts. You'd been taking notes for hours. And before that, you were reading over the new material for your job.

You were hold up in your office, the piled of papers, notepads, and pens barricaded you in at your desk. It's been weeks of you stashed away in the office, studying your heart out. Andy understood better than anyone, being a defense attorney— his home away from home was his office.

He'd brought snacks, water, more post-it notes, and sharpies without a single complaint. He knew when to leave you alone to get your work done, and he also knew when to tell you to take a break. And right now was one of those times.

With a gentle knock on the door frame, Andy peeks his head through the open door. "How's it going in here, boss?"

You turn your sore neck to look at him, chuckling at the nickname with a fond roll of your eyes. "It's going good, I just finished with this section."

"Yeah?" He smiled as you yawn, "Then how's about you take a little break, huh?"

"Yeah, soon," you say with a small stretch, already turning back to your laptop.

"You said that last time, Sweets," he says as he enters the room fully, taking his place behind you to massage the tense muscles of your shoulders. "C'mon," he whispers softly as his thumbs dig into the taught knots in your shoulder perfectly, and you almost cave.

"Not yet, I'm almost done," you whine playfully and slump back in your office chair to look up at Andy, already feeling yourself losing this battle.

"Yeah, well you're done for tonight, boss" he hums before kissing your forehead and reaching over to shut your laptop, "time to spend time with me."

"Awwww whaaaat? Work is so much more interesting," you sarcastically pout. You fight off a laugh as best you could at the look Andy gives you.

"Really? This is how you treat me? After all I've done for you?" He feigns hurt, his dramatic tone has you giggling. He smiles at the melodic sound of your laughter and suddenly scoops you up into his arms, carrying you to the couch. "For that comment alone, you owe me 2 hours of cuddle time."

"Whatever you say, boss."

[navybrat817]

Sir!!!

Seriously. Andy Barber and Frank Adler's brother. 💜

[littlelioncub43]

I need an Andy Barber hug🥰

Chris Evans as Andy Barber in Defending Jacob | 1x08 | After

[geminixevans-stan]

Happy 1 Year Anniversary! 💚

Will you still take my ticket for Nanny’s Heart?

What if….

Steve walks in on Andy watching a video of Reader… and then she walks in on them both?

😏

Lmaooooo I'm still taking the ticket you menace!

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Reader x Manny!Steve Rogers

Words: 699

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, sexual content, masturbation (m), smidge of anal sex (m rec), voyeurism.

From Nanny's Heart Au

You knew you were playing with fire the minute you pressed ‘send’ on your phone. It was unlike you to send something of that nature and it was time you did a little bit of teasing of your own. 

It was only right that you did since Andy and Steve decided to edge you last night for being a brat. The brat that they created. 

So as you hit ‘send,’ you sat back and relished at your master plan, getting up and grabbing your keys to go scoop up your two spawns. 

Before you could make it out the house, you heard the booming steps of Andy making his way out of his office. Your name came out of his mouth like a threat as you turn to look at him. 

“Yes Andy?” you smirk, twirling the keys in your hand. 

Andy quirked his eyebrow up, crossing his arms over his chest, “Andy? I see you want part two of last night and I don’t mind giving it. Come here. Now.”

A giggle escapes your lips, your hand turning the know and holding the door open, “Nah, gotta go pick up the kids. You have fun with my gift kay?” 

You don’t wait around long enough for Andy to call your name again, closing the door and going down the stairs. Before you can make it to the car though, you see Steve coming up to the house.

He gives you a knowing smirk, nodding his head towards you, “His sweetheart. Been a good girl today?”

“Steve…”

A wide grin spreads across his face, “Still mad about last night huh? That’s what brats get baby,” he teases, making his way to the front door. 

You give him no more conversation as you get in the car, backing up, and heading off to the school. 

—

“Fucking brat,” Andy grunts, with one hand holding his phone and the other wrapped around his leaking cock. He watched as your dipped your fingers in your pussy, stretching yourself out as you moaned out his name. 

He practically drooled seeing you like that, almost cursing himself for punishing you last night. 

You sounded so pretty coming from his phone, his hand fisting his cock faster as he matched the pace of your fingers. 

Andy didn’t even hear the click of his own door being opened. Only low breath being blown as Steve watches Andy watching you, “Shit…” 

The bulge forms against the front of his jeans, looking at the sight before him. Andy’s head snaps towards Steve, his hand still on his cock as your voice fills the room. 

“Ever heard of knocking?”

Steve cocks his eyebrow up at Andy, “Never knew I had to? That our brat over there?”

Andy issues out another grunt, stroking his cock slowly, “Yeah… fucking tease”

Steve wets his lips, stepping closer to Andy, “I say she won this round…”

—

The kids made it in the house before you did, running upstairs to get changed. Suspicion got the best of you when Andy didn’t automatically come out to greet them. 

He couldn’t be that mad…. Could he?

You make your way up the stairs to your shared room, not hearing a peep until you get closer. 

Muffled voices could be heard from outside the door and there wasn’t any doubt in your mind about just what was going on. 

With a quickness, you open the door to see Andy splitting Steve open, his thick hand wrapped around his throat as he snaps his hips against Steve’s. 

You close the door quickly, looking at the sight before you. 

Both men were lost in their own world as you looked on, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth. 

You clear your throat once… twice… a third time before they snapped their heads up at you. 

Andy issues another hard thrust into Steve, causing him to cry out, “Welcome home brat,” he grunts, “Wanna join us?”

Oh, you wanted to… So bad. 

But since they wanted to not make you cum last night, it was time to play their game against them. Without even saying a word, you stare at both men, before walking out and going back downstairs. 

Check…. Mate.

Join the celebration!

[cevansbrat0007]

The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Three - Teaser

Summary: Andrew Barber appears to be taking this whole break-up thing in stride, which leaves you feeling more than a little suspicious. Check out Part One and Part Two.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Angst, Discussions of Break-ups, Fun with Exes, Jealousy, Andy Being a Menace, Confident Reader, Eventual Smut, Cursing, Expect Additional Future Warnings, Minors DNI

A/N: The following is only a teaser. The full story is coming soon. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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You take a sip of your drink, inwardly wishing that it possessed a little more of a burn as it slides down your throat. 

Perhaps you ought to try switching to whiskey.

Casting a quick glance over your shoulder, you take a moment to scan the room. Hoping to confirm a certain person’s whereabouts. It doesn’t take long to spot him standing in the corner of the room, laughing and schmoozing with several of his colleagues.

Andrew Stephen Barber. The one man who currently had you mad enough to spit nails. Fucking handsome piece of shit. 

He even has the nerve to smile at you when you accidentally manage to lock eyes. And then he holds up his drink in a silent toast. But to what, exactly?

To him being a domineering ogre? Or better yet, how about him being an unbelievably manipulative asshole? 

Yeah. You’d be down to toast to either one of those.

You turn away with a slight “hmph”, muttering a few choice words under your breath as you resume looking around for another friendly face. No, you would not be switching over to whiskey. That perfectly coiffed bastard would be all too happy to see you sipping on his preferred choice of spirits. 

These events had never been your kind of thing. However, when you’d started dating Andy, you’d come to realize that these types of invitations had a tendency to land on his desk on a fairly regular basis. 

Eventually, he’d confessed that he wasn’t a big fan of them either. But since he always felt obligated to attend, you had found yourself agreeing to be his constant plus-one. Together, you’d found a way to make gatherings like these at least somewhat bearable. 

Even fun, on occasion. 

Sometimes you two would sneak off for a quickie in the bathroom. Or, you’d dip out early to snag some takeout, followed by a romantic stroll around the harborwalk. Regardless of which option you chose, it gave you something to look forward to…

Unlike tonight. Because tonight was going to be spent dodging Boston’s District Attorney and his wandering hands. It was going to be spent avoiding unnecessary eye contact and maintaining a socially acceptable amount of personal space. And if that wasn’t enough, then you were going to –

“Well, look who it is.” A voice declares.

Your thoughts are interrupted by someone waving a hand in front of your face. Feeling slightly thrown, you give a quick shake of your head, eliciting a small chuckle from the person now standing in front of you. 

“Anybody in there?” The question is followed by a low whistle. Wait. You knew that voice. And what’s more, you wished you didn’t. Biting the inside of your cheek to keep from grimacing, you offer up a tight smile.

It belonged to none other than your local State Representative, Robert Porter. You’d met him a while back at another charity function. Things between you and your man had been much better back then, but at the time you couldn’t help but notice the way Andy had kept a proprietary grip on your waist virtually the entire time he was in your presence. 

You hadn’t really questioned it all that much, especially since you knew that Andy could be fairly territorial – whether the situation called for it or not. But then again, Robert had also given off a certain vibe that night. The kind of vibe that had caught your attention.

For all the wrong reasons.

You’d heard about the guy long before you’d ever come face to face with him. It had been hard to miss him on the campaign trail, what with all of his commercials taking up ad space on station airwaves for what felt like every five minutes. He was good looking – probably somewhere in his late thirties – with a winning smile and a strong note of ambition. 

There were also rumors swirling that he had his sights set on running for the governorship once he’d fulfilled his duties on this circuit. But for all of his perceived charm and affability, you couldn’t shake that gut feeling that there was something off about the man. And while you couldn’t quite put your finger on exactly what it was that had your hackles raised… 

You also weren’t really in the mood to figure it out any time soon. There was already one complicated man in your life, which was more than enough.

They all seemed to require a lot of care and feeding. And you simply didn’t have the energy for it these days.           

“Um, hello.” You stammer out, angling your body to gauge the size of the line over at a nearby open bar. “Sorry. Didn’t…quite see you there.” You finish lamely, complete with a shrug. 

The politician in front of you rocks back on his heels for a second, looking as if you’ve just wounded him. Which is when you belatedly recall that the man was also known for his ego. Everybody saw Robert Porter – especially women. Something he often took advantage of. Behind closed doors, of course. 

“That’s okay.” Comes his patient reply. He works to keep his tone light and indulgent as his striking gray eyes peruse your body wrapped up in your curve-hugging dress with just the right amount of interest. “I’m not offended. Used to happen to me more than I’d like to admit, especially out on the campaign trail.” Robert gifts with a patient upturn of his lips, showing off a dimple in his right cheek.      

Well, it was the right amount of interest if you happened to be single. Which you very much were. At least kind of. But he didn’t know that. Did he? 

“Yeah, well, um…” 

Shit. You really needed to pull it together, because the last thing you needed was for this putz to think that you were getting all tongue-tied over him. Not a good look.

You clear your throat and press on. “Guess I’ve just got a lot on my mind. I just…want everyone to have a good time. St. Augustine is depending on tonight being successful and I’d hate to disappoint them.” Your response has his eyes crinkling at the corners. 

“Mm.” He murmurs as he tips back his drink. “I can see why everyone around here speaks so highly about you. Not only did you help pull all of this together, but it’s obvious your heart is in the right place.”

“I think that could be said about most of the folks in this room.” You take a sip of your own cocktail which, at this point, now consists mostly of ice. 

“You’re different, madam. But I think you already know that.” Robert gives you a playful salute. “Everyone here has been singing your praises since they uncorked the first glass of wine.”

“Oh really?” You try to sound unimpressed, even as you feel your cheeks heat. “I…” You trail off, reminding yourself you couldn’t allow yourself to be charmed by this man. And you certainly couldn’t let it appear like the two of you flirting. 

Afterall, what would people think? They would probably blame it on the alcohol, and rightfully so.

“It was a group effort. And if anything, most of the credit should probably go to Lydia. She was the brains behind all of this. Meanwhile, this gal” – you gesture towards yourself – “was the brawn. Just a busy little worker bee.”

“You are so much more than that.” He levels you with the full force of his rather intoxicating gaze. “I thought Barber had gone off the deep end when I heard he was going around town raving about some woman he’d gone on a date with at Cibo Matto. I thought he was nuts. But then I met you and…” His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he forces himself to pause.

“And what? You met me and decided he was better off being remanded to the looney bin?” 

Jesus Christ you needed another drink. Stat! 

“I realized that Barber was right. But that wasn’t all of it. I also realized something else as well. Would you like to know what that was?” Robert gently plucks the empty glass from your hand before setting it on a server’s empty tray along with his own. “I wasn’t going to bring it up, but…” He casts a sidelong glance across the room, his nostrils flaring just slightly.

“But what?” 

What on earth did he keep looking at? And what the fuck was he talking about?

“I saw you first that night.” His cryptic response earns him a quizzical look from you as your brain tries to make sense of the words. “I’m talking about the night Andrew introduced himself to you. If memory serves, we even had a bit of a bet going. Nothing too immature.” He rushes out when he sees your lip curl in disgust. “And maybe not so much a bet as it was a dare. To see who was going to approach you first.” 

Your eyes widen as you think back to the night you’d met Andrew for the first time. Had you noticed anybody with him? Probably not but…oh fuck. Now that you thought about it, you did remember him.   

Oh, good Lord on high. Make that two drinks. Plus a shot. 

He presses a hand to the small of your back as he begins to guide you to the bar. “Of course, my good buddy Barber won. I guess that much is obvious since you came as his date tonight.” A resigned sigh escapes him as you reach your intended destination. “But for some reason I felt compelled to tell you that the only reason he won was by default.”

“O–okay.”

“I got called away to deal with something involving the mayor and…” Robert shakes his head before shifting his attention to the bartender to order you both a fresh round of drinks. “He was supposed to get your number for me. Maybe even talk me up a little. But clearly he didn’t do that. And when I confronted him about it, the bastard lied to me.”

“I’m not sure that I…” Fuck if this wasn’t growing more awkward and uncomfortable by the second. 

“I didn’t get a fair shot with you. If I had, maybe things would’ve gone a little differently. Maybe –” 

Just then, Robert’s impassioned reveal is suddenly interrupted by another man’s voice. This time coming from directly behind you.

“Been lookin’ all over for you, Baby Girl.” Andy purrs as he inserts himself between you and his one-time friend. “You know how much I hate it when you wander off on me like that…” He bares his teeth in some semblance of a smile. 

Shit! At this rate, you were going to have to duck behind the bar and crack open your own bottle of vino or something. Otherwise, how the fuck else could you expect to get any peace tonight? Because as of right now...

You really weren't drunk enough for this shit. 

END   

[littlelioncub43]

Thats my baby daddy, my husband, my love, my life, my wee angel

Chris Evans as Andy Barber in Defending Jacob Episode 1

[ozarkthedog]

Reparations

Summary: Andy takes what he’s owed.

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Fem!Reader 

Word Count: 1,519

Warnings: Power Play. Noncon. Swearing. Rough Oral Sex (Male Receiving). Asphyxiation. 

Author’s Note: I had way too much fun writing this little fic. No Beta. Feel free to Join the Tag List in my Bio. 💙

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Grinding metal and shattering glass jolt your body awake as you instinctively try to right the wheel that slipped from your grip. Swerving to side of the dirt road, you park in front of the Black Audi that you just sideswiped. You will your heart to calm as you lay your head on the steering wheel.

Warily, you peer up at the rearview mirror, watching as a man flings open the driver’s side door with a force.

“What the hell!” The stranger shouts getting out of his car, leaving his door wide open and marches around the Audi.  

You hear him shouting obscenities as he surveys the damage. Other than the obvious destruction to your car, you had made it through the fender bender unscathed.

“Fuck.” You mutter, quickly exiting your vehicle.

You don’t bother checking the front of your busted-up car as you made your way over to the fuming stranger. The summer heat swelters even though dusk had set in covering the quiet back road with shadows as the sun slowly disappeared.

“How did you not see me?!” He bellows, eyes still trained on the broken taillight and scratched bumper. Broken pieces of glass crunched under his shoes as he inspected the carnage.

His eyes exploding with anger as he whips his head towards you. “Well?!”

“I don’t know! All I can remember is that I was driving one moment and then the next…I’m sorry!” You choke back a sob not wanting to cry in front of a stranger.

You stare at the irate man as he kicks the shattered bits of glass to the side of the dirt road. His dark blue suit and expensive car said he was well off and that’d he wouldn’t just let this slide.

You were totally screwed.

“Are you high?” He asks, reaching for your face as he stalks closer. You back away swatting at his hands nervously.

“No, I am not! I’m just exhausted! I obviously fell asleep at the wheel. It was an accident.” You yell before rubbing your hands over your face. Your heart pounded harshly against your ribs.

“Uh, so what do we do?” You ponder, wanting to rip the band aid off and be done with this nightmare.

The man stands with his hands on his hips looking at you with exasperation. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath trying to calm himself. After a few seconds, his eyes whip open and narrow in on your anxious frame.

“We’ve got to exchange info. What’s your name and number?” He asks with a controlled voice, taking out his cell.

You answered him while copying his actions, trying to look like you knew what you were doing.

“What’s your insurance companies’ info?” Andy asked, flicking his eyes to yours.

“Uh… well…” You voice trails off knowing you don’t have any.

“You’ve got to be shitting me.” His face falls flat. “You don’t have insurance?”

“Hey man, I can’t afford it right now.” Your voice raises, arguing back.

“It’s illegal to drive without it you know.” He scolds, tucking his cell back into his suit coat.

“I know. I’ve been saving up for it. I just didn’t think this would happen.” You wave your arms around like a game show host towards the cars.

It sets you on edge the way he huffed out a dark laugh and rubbed his beard.

“Ok, let’s make this quick. I’ve got to be home in 20 minutes.” He peers at his watch before his hands fall to his slacks.

You jolt when you notice his belt coming loose. “Whoa! What the fuck are you doing?”

“Well, since you can’t pay me, how else were you going to make amends?” His tone heavy with impatience.  

You step back until your legs hit the bumper of his Audi. “Uh, I don’t know. But I’m sure there’s a way.” You try to reason with him as he walks towards you with a menacing aura.

He unbuttons his pants, “The only way you’re getting out of this without the cops getting involved is if you suck my cock. I’m a high-profile lawyer. I know exactly what to do to have someone put away for a very long time.” He states with an eerie calmness, almost like he’d done this before.

You shake your head, pleading, “No, there has to be something else I can do.”

He grinds his teeth with annoyance. “Come on, you’re just wasting time.”

His warm breath fans over your face adding to the sweat already dampening your skin. “Don’t fight me.”

You scream as his hands shove you down to your knees, trapping you against the hot metal of his car, his legs caging you in. Fear racks your body sending you into fight mode regardless of his previous statement.

You push against his legs hard, but he growls down at you, “What did I just say?”

He traps both your hands high above your head with his left hand, before grabbing your neck with his right. “If you bite me, I swear to god you will never see the light of day again.” His ominous threat sent chills down your spine.

You whimpered and closed your eyes. The stressful tears finally falling as your shoulders shake with hopelessness.

Something soft yet solid nudges against your lips, “Open up.” He pries your jaw open with a hand squeezing against your face.

You painfully moan as he succeeds and shoved his thick cock inside your mouth. He hits the back of your throat causing your head to thump against the car with an ‘-oof”. He stuffs your lips wide with a low, raspy groan forcing you to choke around him.

Saliva saturates your tongue as Andy thrusts in and out with a steady pace, “Yeah, get my cock nice and wet.” His eyes narrow on you when he feels your tongue move underneath his aching member.

Dirt scrapes your knees as he bucks into your face, letting out sinful moans. “Fuck, that’s it. Make me feel good.”

Your eyes slam shut hating the way he spoke to you. Your lips quivered around his length as he plunged into your mouth with quick jabs. Your throat tightens when he bottoms out, pushing hard against the back of your mouth.

“Let me feel that throat.” He purrs.

A sly yet crude smile meets your eyes when they open. It was like looking at the devil. The handsome beast finally showing his true form.

You gag forcefully as his right hand holds your head against the trunk by your scalp and thrusts vigorously over your tongue.

“You’re gonna to give me that throat or else.” He demands, eyes hardening with a darkness you’d never seen before.

Tears slip down your cheeks as you gag under his ministrations. His girthy cock cutting off your air supply with every thrust. “Come on, give me it.” He grits, shoving his hips harder into your face.

You dismally acquiesce and relax your throat allowing him to slide down your gullet. His lewd moans fill the air as your throat convulses around cock.

“Fuck, that’s tight.” He recants his hips letting you breath for a spell before slipping back into your warm channel with a pounding force.

Spit runs down your chin and ruins your shirt making you feel filthy as he stared down at you, grinning. “Your mouth was made to suck dick.” He slammed his right hand on the trunk of his car as the pleasure consumed him.

He pants, bucking into your face harder and harder before his hips stall and he lodges his cock in your throat.

You frantically try to shake him off while he explodes his releases down your throat, but his grip is back on your scalp holding you still as he coats your esophagus with his thick seed.

Your heart lurches and lungs burn as he stays put, “I can feel you trying to breath. Your throat is milking my dick, it feels fucking amazing.”

Then suddenly he steps back, ripping his cock from your mouth as you fall into a heap on the dirt road coughing heavily. Cum, dust and spit cover your jaw line and tongue as you suck in desperate breaths.

Andy fixes his clothing and peers around, surprised that not a single car drove by chalking it up to good luck.

He gazes over your pitiful form as you push yourself onto all fours and cautiously look at him through water eyes. His temper seemed to have faded, an orgasmic hue radiating from him now.

“Don’t worry about the cops. That mouth of yours saved you.” He said with a smirk.

You sighed with relief as you watched him walk to the driver’s side before he turned around with a malevolent smirk.

“I’ll be reaching out soon for another payment. But next time it’ll be with interest.” He winked and adjusted his cock in his slacks before getting into his car and driving away.

You swallowed thickly knowing you’d have to see him again before stumbling back to your run-down car to head home for another sleepless night.

[littlelioncub43]

Andy Barber has been on my mind lately. Like good god. I’d not be able to concentrate if I was working at his law firm. So imagine this, reader keeps a journal, and Andy finds it. And at first it’s all cute little entries. Reader wishes he’d take her out for coffee or lunch. Buy her flowers. Things like that. And then it starts turning steamy. And maybe reader had a favorite tie and she wishes Andy would tie her wrists and do naughty things…

And Andy is like “wow. Never expected this from her” cause reader is introverted and kind of quiet. And then, the next day, he calls her into his office for a made up reason, tells her to sit down and start taking notes, so she does. And Andy procures the journal and says “Let’s talk about this.” And a wicked smile crosses his face. (Of course it’s all consensual after that but 😏…)

Oh NOOOOOO! The secondhand embarrassment I felt from this scenario was so strong that I tossed my phone 😹

But on a steamier note 😈 so she basically left him instructions on what she wants him to do to her.

Oh God. Oh God.

You want the earth to swallow you whole right now. If by some freak accident lightning struck you and killed you right now, you'd actually be grateful.

In Andy's large hand was your notebook, the small leatherbound book looked tiny in his large grip. Gulping down the shame that built up in your throat, your face hot as your wide eyed gaze meets Andy's. His eyes were coated in a darkness that you'd only caught glimpses of, those pretty blue eyes were now dazzling pools of lust and power. The look on his face made you squirm in your chair, a layer of arousal now coating your panties.

Andy bit back a smug chuckle when you shifted in your seat; he knew the effect he had on you and, God, did he love it. The smirk he wore grew when you look at him like a deer caught in headlights— he had you right where he wanted you.

"I must say," he purrs confidently, flipping through the pages and pages of filthy thoughts, "I never would have expected this from you..." your mind rushes as horrible thoughts run through your mind, already planning out how much it would cost to move across the state, "I thought you were a good girl."

You choke on a whine when the phrase rolls off his lips, the phrase that you'd wished to be called for so long. Andy's eyes snap to you as soon as he says it, watching how viscerally you react. The little noise you make has him aching in his pants.

"I-I... I'm sorry, Mr. Barber," you stutter out, trying to sound as professional as you can. Andy licks his lips in anticipation.

"It's ok, sweetheart," he reaches into his desk drawer and pulls out your favorite tie, he brought it in today just for you, "you can make it up to me."

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Well here we go again lads! 

Here’s my list of some of the incredible fics I’ve read this month. Honestly, the talent of the people on this site continues to astound me. 

If you read any of these amazing fics, please reblog them! These writer’s are all so talented and deserve so much love for sharing their content! 

Nothing but love, hugs and gratitude to all of you! 💖💘✨

Friday night dates by @angrythingstarlight (Bucky Barnes x reader)

An all around sweet and lovely fic! And when Bucky gets protective? The SOFTNESS of him.

Paralien by @the-iceni-bitch​​ (soft!Winter Soldier x fem!reader)

So so so soft. I just want to hold onto him forever after reading this! 🥺

Baby steps by @that-damn-girl (Bucky Barnes x (cis/trans)female!reader)

Apparently I’ve been on the soft shit this month... this so soft and sweet it was like a warm hug.

An Indecent Proposal by @imanuglywombat (Bucky Barnes x reader, Dark!Steve Rogers x reader)

The layers to this story, christ! Silver fox CEO Steve is a smug menace and I don’t want to love it but I do. And Bucky? Sweet, sweet boyfriend Bucky is an angel and I just want to hold him. 

I licked it, it’s mine by @whisperlullaby​ (Sam Wilson x reader) 

LOVED this! I just want Sam to call me sugar, is that really too much to ask?

Escape by @firefly-in-darkness (Stucky x reader)

I’m such a whore for soft Bucky but then jealous Bucky shows up with a side of Steve and I just lost it! 

A tender heart by @river-soul (Alpha!Bucky x Omega!reader)

I’m so excited to see where this series goes! They’re honestly just the cutest pair so far and I am loving it!

Better than working by @angrythingstarlight​ (Beefy Biker!Bucky x reader)

As someone who has been working from home for nearly a year I have to say it makes me very sad that I don’t have Bucky to distract me. But at least this fic can let me indulge!

Coming home to you by @angrythingstarlight​ (Beefy Biker!Bucky x reader)

Continuing the biker Bucky hype. Christ this was hot. Out of the two endings I honestly can’t pick a favourite!

Neighborly behaviour by @angrythingstarlight (Beefy Biker!Bucky x reader

And more biker Bucky ❤️ This man is a menace in the best way I swear to god!

What are the odds? by @jobean12-blog​ (Bucky Barnes x reader)

I honestly just didn’t want this to end. So delicious! 

Mile high club by @gogolucky13​ (Bucky Barnes x reader)

It’s Bucky Barnes in an aeroplane bathroom. What more could you possibly want? Not to mention he’s super sweet in this and it melts me. 

Whispers of the past by @kalesrebellion​ (Bucky Barnes x reader)

I’m super intrigued by the concept with this. The reader’s power is so interesting. There are definitely some dark elements so far but I can’t wait to see where this goes!

What we see in the stars by @jobean12-blog​ (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Literally the absolute CUTEST thing! 

Seeing red by @mypoisonedvine​ (Bodyguard!Bucky x actress!reader)

This series is phenomenal! Every chapter is so damn good. It’s got everything, angst, fluff, smut. It’s a dream! Seriously do yourself a favour and read this!

The locker room by @honeysucklesteve​ (Bucky Barnes x reader x Steve Rogers)

HOT DAMN! This killed me in the best way!

Only mine by @simsadventures​ (Mobster!Bucky Barnes x reader)

I LOVED this series! The reader is so fierce it’s amazing and Mob Bucky is always a pleasure. 

Restraint by @stargazingfangirl18​ (Ransom Drysdale x fem!reader)

Pretty sure my brain short circuited when I read this and I’ve definitely read it a few more times!

Banana pancakes by @whisperlullaby​ (Andy Barber x reader)

Andy Barber is the ultimate dream and if you disagree with me then read this fic!

Play well with others by @navybrat817​ (Mob!Bucky Barnes x reader, Mob!Steve Rogers x reader)

Mob Bucky just hits different and this is so fucking hot! I love the dynamics between Bucky and Steve as well as Bucky and reader and the ending is so tender I melted. 

Barber & Weiss by @jtargaryen18​ (Dark!Andy Barber x Dark!MikeWeiss x reader)

Strap yourself in for this series because it is the GOOD STUFF. Do I want Andy? Do I want Mike? At the minute, it’s impossible to decide and I can’t wait to see what happens next.

Beg me by @jobean12-blog​ (Nomad!Steve x reader)

Oooh mama! This was an absolute treat! Nomad Steve honestly has a free pass to do whatever he wants. 

Unbroken by @constantwriter85​ (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

This series really takes you through every emotion. I was rooting for these two throughout the whole thing and the ending was honestly so perfect. 

Catfish by @vampy-doll​ (Dark!Andy Barber x reader)

Such a whirlwind of emotion throughout this whole series! Andy is such a conflicting character in this and it all just gets deeper as the story unravels. Can’t wait to see what happens next!

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18​ (Andy Barber x Fem!Reader; Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem!Reader)

This is an absolute MASTERPIECE!! Each part is incredible and the way they intertwine is magnificent! 

Morning wood by @angrythingstarlight​ (Nomad!Steve Rogers x reader)

So fun and so fucking hot! Sexy neighbour Steve Rogers is a god send!

Movie night with cap by @drabblewithfrannybarnes​ (Steve Rogers x female reader)

This starts off so soft and lovely and then descends into pure filth and I LOVE it!

Ten minute recess by @whisperlullaby​ (Andy Barber x reader)

This killed me (in the best way!) Andy Barber truly has a free pass to do whatever he wants. 

Season’s of love by @constantwriter85​ (Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

The softest, cutest and loveliest thing!

Satisfaction guaranteed by @evansweaters​ (Stucky x reader)

This is so damn delicious! I swear to god I would lose my MIND!

Temperature control by @amythedvdhoarder​ (Bucky Barnes x reader)

Super fun and super cute. Bucky is a sly little devil!

Awestruck by @mypoisonedvine​ (Lee Bodecker x modern!reader)

Never thought I’d be a Lee kinda gal but damn this fic helped to sway me. 

Property damage by @river-soul​ (Steve Rogers x reader)

I love this! I always wonder what happens in the aftermath and this is so good!

Leave out all the rest by @avintagekiss24​ (Chris Beck x black!reader)

So stunning! The emotion, their connection, it’s so beautiful! 

Drunken sin by @whisperlullaby​ (Ransom Drysdale x reader)

Soft Ransom will honestly be the death of me. 

The lunch club by @sweetflowerdreams​ (Andy Barber x reader)

I really didn’t know what to expect with this series and so far it’s provided some great twists and turns! I’m excited to see what happens next! 

Nowhere to run by @sagechanoafterdark​ (Dark!Steve Rogers x reader)

There is SO MUCH going on in this series! They’re both so twisted in their own way I can’t figure out what’s gonna happen next but I’m excited!

Smooth by @firefly-in-darkness​ (Sam Wilson x reader)

Sam Wilson is just the softest and cutest guy around isn’t he?

Somnus by @sweeterthanthis​ (Nomad!Steve x Reader)

Trust me when I say, this is the absolute dream 🔥

Cock worship by @ozarkthedog​ (Andy Barber x reader)

It’s exactly what it says in the title. I would worship at this man’s alter every damn day!

Paper thin by @xbuchananbarnes​ (Sam Wilson x reader)

This is so so cute! Their relationship and dynamic is adorable.

Match of three by @heyiamthatbitch​ (Boxer!Steve Rogers x Ring Girl!Reader x Boxer!Bucky Barnes)

I mean just look at the warnings on this one. It checks all the boxes 🔥

Love, honor and obey by @constantwriter85​ (Mob!Bucky Barnes x fem!reader)

This series is EVERYTHING!! I’m so sad it’s over but it was such a joy to read ❤️

Easy to be loved by @infernal-fire​ (Steve x Hindu!reader)

So bloody cute! Steve is just such boyfriend material.

Love me tender by @thatfuckingweirdo (Bucky Barnes x female!reader)

Yes to all of it 🔥

Wilderness by @honeysucklesteve (lumberjack!steve rogers x reader)

I’d honestly rip the engine out of my car with my bare hands if this was the end result! 

A claiming by @wanderinglunarnights (Curtis Everett x reader)

This two parter is *chefs kiss* 

The recruit by @moonstruckbucky (Steve Rogers x fem!Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Okay I binged this whole series and it is SO GOOD! The dynamics between each of the characters are so interesting and I can’t wait to see how it all plays out. 

And literally everything @sweeterthanthis has written for her 4K Drabble celebration! 🔥❤️

[littlelioncub43]

Oh, boy, could I use a hug from him right about now

CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER | DEFENDING JACOB (2020)

[dbnightingale24]

Masterlist

One And The Same (Dark Steve Rogers)  

Chapter 1  ,Chapter 2  ,Chapter 3  , Chapter 4 ,   Chapter 5 ,  Chapter 6 ,Chapter 7, pt 1  Part2 , Chapter 8 , Chapter 9, pt1 , Part 2 , Part 3 , Chapter 10 , Chapter 11 [Hiatus; Under Construction]

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Make Me Better (President! Steve Rogers) Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5, Chapter 6, Chapter 7, Chapter 8

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It Wasn’t Supposed To Go This Far (StevexReaderxBucky) : Chapter 1, Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

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Last Chance At Redemption (Ransom Drysdale)

Chapter 1 ,Chapter 2 , Chapter 3 , Chapter 4 , Chapter 5 ,Chapter 6 ,Chapter 7,Chapter 8 ,Chapter 9 ,Chapter 10 , Chapter 11, Chapter 12, Chapter 13, Chapter 14 , Chapter 15 , [Deleted Scene] Let’s Try Something Different, Chapter 16, Chapter 17, Chapter 18 , Chapter 19 (part 1), Chapter 19 (part 2), Chapter 20, Chapter 21, Chapter 22 , Chapter 23 , Chapter 24, Chapter 25 , Chapter 26, Chapter 27, Chapter 28, Chapter 29, [Fin]

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Patience (Andy Barber) : Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 ,  Chapter 6 , Chapter 7 , Chapter 8, Chapter 9, Chapter 10, Chapter 11, Chapter 12

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Holidays

Halloween: 

The Treat Is In The Trick (Nick Grant): Part 1 Part 2 (Completed)

Drag Me To Hell (Mr. Freeezy): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Christmas: All I Want For Christmas Is You (Mr. Freezy), Christmas Wish List (Johnny Storm)

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Long Stories That Were Supposed To Be One Shots (Some Actually Are):

Steve Rogers:

 Sudden Desire, Part 2 [Fin.]

Paws of Attraction [Fin.]

My Little Decoy: Part 1, Part 2

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Bucky Barnes:

My Little Decoy: Part 1, Part 2

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Ransom Drysdale:

 A Disaster From The Start , The Idea Of Marrying Me  (Part 2 to A Disaster From The Start) , Stand By Me (Final Part to A Disaster From The Start) [Fin.]

Positions  [Fin.]

Justified [Fin.]

Pavlov’s Dog Part 1 Part 2, Part 3 [Fin.]

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Peter Parker:

Can’t Wait For The Next Date (Peter Parker) [Fin.]

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Arvin Russell:

I’ll Follow You Into The Dark (Arvin Russell) [Fin.]

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Sam Wilson:   

Lets Call It A Fever Dream and Leave It At That (Dr. Sam Wilson) [Fin.]

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Mr Freezy:

 The Darker Side of You (Mr. Freezy) Only For You, Even If It Kills Me (Mr. Freeze) [Fin]

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Lloyd Hansen:

 Just Because I Won’t Die For You, Doesn’t Mean I Won’t Kill For You Part 1, Part 2, Part 3 [Fin.] 

Sparky [Fin.]

It’s Ridiculous, But I’ll Always Love You Part 1, Part 2 [Fin.]

Illusion Series: Part 1, Part 2

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Andy Barber: You’ve Always Been My Dream Part1 Part 2, Part 3, [Fin.]

Menace In The Sheets, Menace In The Streets (Andy Barber One Shot), Salt and Vinegar (Part 2 to Menace In The Sheets), Amateurs (Part 3 to Menace In The Sheets) [Fin.]

I Always Have Time For My Funny Valentine [Fin.]

You’re My Drug (That’s The Problem) Part 2 [Fin.]

Pick Me (Andy Barber One Shot), Beautiful Stranger (Andy Barber One Shot and follow up to ‘Pick Me’) [Fin.]

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Pete Brenner:

You Didn’t Have To Say Yes... Part 1

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Curtis Everett:

Fog In The Mind, Desire In The Heart [Fin]

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Thomas Shelby

 Bad Habits (Part 1)

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Jonathan Crane

Love Me or Just Let Me Go (Part 1) 

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Emmett (A Quiet Place Pt 2)

Getting Lost In The Silence With You [Fin]

Jim (The Delinquent Season)

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Chapter 4, Chapter 5