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krirebr · 4 months ago

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Luck Be a Lady

Pairing: soft!dark Curtis Everett x female reader

Word Count: ~10.1k

Summary: Desperate for money, you accept a job as a cocktail waitress at an underground casino. You think you know what you're doing, but when you meet Curtis, will you realize you're in over your head?

Warnings: Mob AU, violence, allusions to murder, explicit language, dubcon touching, noncon touching (not Curtis), willfully oblivious reader, SMUT - facefucking, dirty talk, light d/s dynamics, praise kink, other explicit sexual content. This is definitely on the darker end of the soft!dark spectrum, so proceed with caution! All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @thecutestgrotto

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A/N: And here it finally is! This is my first real attempt at soft!dark. I hope I did it right! 😂

This was inspired by two things: 1) me going to a rep screening of Goodfellas and spending the entire time wondering why I hadn't done a mob au yet and 2) @bigtreefest saying "enforcer!Curtis Everett and mob boss!Andy Barber" in my general direction. Thanks for the inspo, friend!!

And big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who not only came up with Curtis's name for reader but also offered heaps of encouragement and was a great sounding board. And thanks to @stargazingfangirl18 for helping me figure out how exactly we'd get to the smut. Thanks Siri!

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Please come scream at me about this! 😄 As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You fruitlessly tug down your very short skirt as Holly talks at you. You’re both standing in the corner of the bar’s basement waiting for the night to start in earnest—your first night.

“Lloyd’s not so bad,” she says of your boss, the man who runs this little underground gambling ring. “You’ll have to split your tips with him at the end of the night, but he doesn’t take that much, and you’ll make enough that you won’t really notice. As long as you do that, he’ll mostly keep his hands to himself.”

You nod along, glancing at the mustachioed man conferring with the bouncer at the door. The interview process for this job had boiled down to a thorough once-over that’d made you feel naked in your jeans and t-shirt and a “You’re not too stupid to take a drink order, are you?” and then you had the job.

Holly had vouched for you. Neighbors for almost half a year, she’d come home early one morning last week and witnessed you trying to convince the landlord that you were good for your past-due rent. She’d taken you for coffee and told you she might be able to help if you were good at keeping your head down and mouth shut. And now you were here.

“The customers, on the other hand,” she continues, smacking her gum, “you’ll have to let them touch, at least a little bit. Within reason, you know? But if anything gets out of hand, you can just tell Jake at the door and he’ll take care of it.”

“Within reason?” you ask, voice shaking, just the littlest bit, as the pit that started forming in your stomach when you agreed to this grows a little more.

The look she gives you verges on exasperated. “Well, you want to make money, don’t you?”

Yes, you do. Very much so. It’s a need, not a want. So you nod and try to listen as she keeps giving you the rundown.

Before you’re ready, the first patrons start trickling in and then you’re off to the races. It’s not too bad. No one’s orders are too complicated, mostly just bottles of beer and glasses of straight whiskey. The bartender, Colin, is friendly enough, although you learn that he’s another person you’ll need to split your tips with.

As for the touching, there are hands on your hips, pats to your ass. But you’re rewarded with folded-up bills held up between fingers or tucked into the strap of your top. Or, twice, slid behind the waistband of your skirt. Once you realize that the majority of these bills aren’t ones or fives, but twenties, you care about the touching that comes with them much less. Plus, you’re too busy to really think about it that hard.

You can’t believe how busy it is for a random Tuesday night, multiple games of poker, craps, and who knows what else all going at once. But when you mention that to Holly, she just laughs and shakes her head. “This is nothing,” she says. “On the weekends there’ll be three more of us and another one of Jake. Things get wild.”

You don’t have time to decide whether that makes you nervous or excited before someone is signaling for your attention again. You manage to suppress your grimace when he slides his arm around your waist to tell you what he needs from the bar. You’re rewarded for your troubles by a wad of twenties. You aren’t sure who these men are to tip so freely, but you know better than to look a gift horse in the mouth.

It’s an hour or two later that Lloyd calls you over to where he’s speaking to a large, impossibly broad man, dressed in a soft-looking henley under a leather jacket with dark jeans. There’s dark ink all over his hands that disappears up his sleeves and reappears on his neck in intricate lines. He’s got close-cropped hair and a full beard that’s neatly trimmed. His deep blue eyes drill into you right away and you do your best not to shiver.

“Got a new girl tonight, Everett. Still learning the ropes, but she’ll take good care of you, won’t you, Cupcake?”

“Yes, of course,” you say, before Lloyd wanders off to check on one of the poker games.

The man, Everett, lets his eyes rove over you. “Cupcake, huh?” His voice is deep, gritty, but there's something there that's much gentler than you expected.

You give him what you hope is a coy smile. “Sure. If you want.” Lloyd was treating him like he's important. You hope important means deep pockets.

He hits you with a penetrative stare, so strong you almost have to take a step back. “No,” he finally says. “I don't think so. I'll find something more fitting.” Then he turns and starts to walk away, before calling over his shoulder. “I'm gonna get dealt in. Bring me a whiskey once I'm settled.”

You watch him go for just a moment, and then head to the bar, asking for a whiskey.

“This for Everett?” the bartender, Colin, asks. When you nod, he grabs a fancy bottle off the top shelf. “This is all he drinks. And he doesn't pay for it, alright? Don't ever think about giving him a bill.”

You look back at the man in question, seriously looking at the cards he’s just been dealt. Who is he???

You collect his whiskey and move back to him. As you set it down, he turns to you. “How about this?” he asks as he holds up a crisply folded hundred-dollar bill between two fingers. Your eyes widen at the money. All you’ve done is bring him one straight pour. “There’s another one of these in it for you if you make sure I never see the bottom of this glass tonight. Sound good?” And then he folds the bill one more time in his thick fingers, before sliding it under the low-cut neckline of your blouse. Your skin tingles where he brushes against it.

“Yeah, you got it,” you just breathe out, a little shocked you’re able to form words. He gives you a smug smile that you can only describe as shark-like before turning back to his cards, and you understand it as the dismissal that it is.

You move around the room, collecting empties, getting refills, trying to goodnaturedly accept unsolicited touches. The whole time you feel eyes on you, but whenever you glance Everett’s way, he’s focused on his poker game.

Eventually, a down moment finds you catching your breath against the wall. The moment Holly sees you standing still, she’s quickly making her way to you. “You need to be more careful around Curtis,” she hisses, lowly.

You look at her, confused. “Curtis?” Jake’s at the door. Colin’s behind the bar. You don’t know a Curtis.

“Curtis Everett!” You glance at the man at the poker table. He’s running a poker chip across his knuckles mindlessly. Then he looks up and you briefly make eye contact before you quickly look away. Holly is staring at you and she looks worried. But the name still doesn’t mean anything to you, so you shake your head and shrug. She groans as quietly as she can. “He’s Barber’s top enforcer!”

This whole conversation feels so out of the blue that it takes you a minute to catch up. Barber. Andrew Barber. The most feared mob boss in the city. Probably the state. Maybe even more. Ruthless and exacting was how the papers described him. He’d been the subject of multiple stings and taskforces and whathaveyou but nothing ever stuck. “He works for Andrew Barber?” you ask, shocked and a little appalled.

Holly stares at you in a way that you can only describe as dumbfounded. It takes her a few moments to find her words, then, “Bitch, you work for Andrew Barber!”

Everything stops. “What?” you gasp.

“Oh my god,” Holly groans. “This was such a mistake. It’s an underground card game in his city! Who did you think was running things?”

“I– I don’t know,” you stutter, stupidly. The god’s honest truth is that you’d never really stopped to think about it. You’d been staring down an eviction, struggling to afford groceries. Unable to make ends meet no matter what you did. When Holly told you about this job, all you saw were dollar signs. You didn't think about anything further. Of course, you’d known these games were illegal, but it seemed so minor in the grand scheme of things. You hadn’t connected it to anything bigger because you just hadn’t wanted to.

But now– Now that you know the truth, what are you going to do? You know what you should do. You should walk out the door right now. You should find some other legitimate way to pay your bills. It’ll be safer. It’ll be better. It’ll be so much harder.

As you bite your lip, trying to process all of this information, Holly continues. “Listen,” she says, “still get him drinks, be friendly, whatever you need to do. But keep your distance however you can. Don't encourage him. He's just– He's really dangerous. They don't call him Barber’s attack dog for nothing, ok?”

“Yeah,” you say. You start to look back in Curtis’s direction but stop yourself. You think about the hundred you already have and the one promised to you at the end of the night. You think of how empty your pantry is. But then you see the genuine fear in Holly's eyes. You let out a shaky breath. “Yeah. I got it. Thanks.”

“He doesn't even come in here that often. I'm surprised to see him tonight, so I'm sure it’ll be fine,” she says, but you can tell she’s nervous.

You nod, absently, finally letting yourself glance over at him. His drink is getting close to the bottom. “Shit,” you mumble. “I gotta get him his refill.”

“Do you want me to do it?” Holly asks.

You should let her do it. You absolutely should. But you just can’t give up on that tip. You shake your head. “No, I’ll be fine. But thanks.”

You head back to the bar and grab Curtis’s top-shelf whiskey of choice from Colin, then make your way to his table. You set it down next to him, hoping to move away without him even noticing, he’s so engrossed in the game. But as you take a step back, his hand shoots out to grab your wrist. He holds it tightly until you meet his eyes. “Good girl,” he murmurs, and you can’t help the sharp intake of breath or the way you feel his words in your knees. He strokes his thumb down the inside of your wrist, then abruptly lets go, pushing his chips to the middle of the table. You step away, gathering yourself as subtly as you can, and get back to work.

The rest of the night goes quickly. The crowd gets a little rowdier as they drink more, but you find that it’s nothing you can’t handle. The reality of who these people are, what they’re connected to, never leaves your mind. But really, they’re not so bad. None of this feels so bad at all. And soon, people start heading out. You’re beginning to clean up, when a recognizable voice rings out, “Bambi!” You turn and lock eyes with Curtis. He crooks two fingers at you and you quickly make your way over to him.

“Bambi?” you ask.

He grins at you and it feels more than a little predatory. You’ll never admit how much you like it. You try to keep Holly’s warning at the forefront of your mind. “Wide eyes and just getting your legs under you,” he says. You instinctively duck your head at that, which earns a dark chuckle. “Here,” he continues, as he pulls a genuine, fat money clip out of his back pocket. You’ve never seen something like it in real life before. He peels off two bills and holds them out to you. “This is what good girls get,” he says, a low rumble in his voice.

You swallow as you take them from him. Two hundred dollars. Twice what you were expecting. “Thank you,” you say quietly.

He shakes his head. “You earned it.” Then, after one last long look at you, he turns around and leaves.

You stand and stare after him. You don’t doubt anything Holly said, but three hundred dollars, just for bringing him drinks. He doesn’t seem that bad, not really. A little intense maybe, but there’s some sort of interest there, and it can’t be that bad to encourage it, just a little if it earns you these sorts of tips, can it??

Any hesitance you have about this entire endeavor completely disappears as you count your money at the end of the night.

Your first week flies by. You're starting to get the hang of the job. You get along with your coworkers. You get to know the regulars. You like it. Even Lloyd isn’t so bad as long as you give him his cut at the end of every night.

And you’re making so much money.

In your downtime, you pay your landlord what you owe him. You go grocery shopping without scouring for coupons first or calculating exactly what you can afford beforehand. You make a Pinterest board of what you want your apartment to look like now that you might actually be able to buy things to fill it. For the very first time, you’re thinking about things you actually want, not just desperately trying to figure out how you’ll pay your bills. You’ve never felt this calm, this relaxed, this free before. It’s an incredible feeling.

And Curtis. Despite Holly’s reassurances that you wouldn’t see him much, he seems to be there whenever you are, trying to capitalize on his winning streak at the poker tables, you assume. His tips are still insanely generous. You don’t think he carries anything less than hundred dollar bills.

And there’s just something about him. The way he looks at you. The way he touches you. It’s not like the other men here. His touch is like fire, warming from the inside. There’ve been times when his hand on your hip has almost made your knees buckle. That doesn’t happen with anyone else here.

But you’re being smart and you’re being safe. You are. You’re going to set a savings goal, you think. And once you hit that number, you’ll be out of here, onto something more legitimate. And until then, you’ll just keep your head down and mouth shut, like Holly said. You haven’t even really seen anything. It’s a good plan. It’ll be fine.

She’s right that the weekends are wilder. Even with three additional girls working the room, you’re kept running. You do your best to keep an eye on Curtis’s drinks, but it’s much harder than on weeknights. And you aren’t really able to pause when you drop them off. It’s one of these times, as you’re pulling away from the table as soon as you’ve set his glass down, that you’re stopped short by his hand on you. He pulls you back in by the wrist and says, “They’re just running you ragged tonight, huh, Bambi?”

You smile and shrug. “It’s busy.”

He holds out a bill and you try not to smile even wider as he slips it into the waistband of your skirt. “For all your hard work.”

You bat your lashes a little. “You spoil me.”

“I like spoiling you,” he says, lowly.

“You’re too sweet,” you say softly. Then, pulling your arm away with a wink, you add, “Gotta run,” and you’re onto the next table.

You’re getting good at this, figuring out what level of harmless flirting is just enough to keep the money flowing. And you’re having fun. You’d never expected that.

Holly and two of the other girls, Jane and Kristi, are congregated at the end of the bar, waiting for drinks, when you join them. They’re all watching you warily. “So, uh,” Jane starts quietly, “you seem to be getting pretty cozy with Curtis.”

Before you can respond, Holly scoffs behind her. “I’ve tried to warn her but she won’t fucking listen.”

You roll your eyes. You’re tired of hearing this. “I seriously don’t get what the big deal is. He’s nice and he tips well. It’s harmless!”

Kristi just gapes at you. “He’s nice?!”

Holly slams the drinks she was waiting for onto her tray. “Whatever,” she grumbles. “It’s her fucking funeral.”

You shake your head as you watch her go. It’s fine. You can take care of yourself.

The rest of the night goes by in a blur. You don’t get much of a chance to talk to Curtis, but you feel his eyes on you before he disappears a little before closing.

At the end of the night, once you’ve helped clean up, you cash out with Colin and Jake and then go to find Lloyd in his office. You think it’s kind of ridiculous that you’re basically paying him to work there, but it is what it is. And Holly was right, you’re making so much that you barely even notice.

Lloyd is sitting at his desk, looking a little more disheveled than you’re used to. He startles at your approach, which is also new.

“Oh, hey,” he says, with slightly rounded eyes. “What can I do for you?”

You look at him, a little confused. “Just here with your cut,” you say as you hold out his money.

His hands immediately fly up to his chest, palms out. “No, no,” he says. “You made that fair and square. You just– you keep what you make from now on, Cupcake. Sound good?”

You swallow and nod, preparing yourself for whatever other price you’ll have to pay for keeping your job, mentally calculating what you’re willing to do. But Lloyd doesn’t do anything, doesn’t make any move to get closer to you. Just stays there at his desk, turning back to his work. “You have a good night,” he says, clearly dismissing you.

You leave confused, but richer, telling yourself not to question it too hard.

Things go so smoothly for a few weeks that you’re a little shocked when the bubble bursts.

It’s a relatively quiet weeknight. There are a few games going, but nothing compared to the weekend. The pace of the night feels leisurely. It’s nice.

It’s maybe the first night you haven’t seen Curtis there. It feels weird. He’s become such a part of this place for you. A fixture, like the bar or the carpet. Just one of the elements that make it what it is. But it’s fine. Of course, he doesn’t come every night. He probably has a whole life outside of this. He must’ve gotten bored of playing cards. Oh well. It was nice while it lasted.

You’re passing the time talking to one of the regulars at the bar, Vinny. He’s in his fifties, you think, with gray hair and laugh lines. He’d gone bust at the poker table (or maybe it was craps tonight) earlier and then had moved to the bar to drink away his sorrows and bad luck. That was how his nights tended to go.

He’s sitting on a barstool, his arm around your waist where you stand next to him. He’s a little close for comfort, but he’s always just been a friendly guy, so you’re alright. Which is why you’re so surprised when, in the middle of a story about the good old days of the Copa Cabana, his other hand suddenly finds its way between your thighs. You freeze. For just a second. Then you force out a laugh and try to push his hand away. “Bad boy,” you try to tease, your voice shaking. His hand will not move. What is happening? “Come on, let’s keep our hands to ourselves.”

Instead of doing what you’ve asked, his thumb briefly brushes the inside of your leg and then his whole hand begins moving higher. You stop breathing. You push again but he won’t budge.

“You’re such a pretty doll, aren’tcha?” he says.

Tears start to gather in your eyes. You look around wildly to see if anyone’s noticing what’s happening. Colin’s busy making drinks. Jake and Lloyd are talking by the door. Everyone else is engrossed in their own business. “Vinnie, stop, please,” you whisper. You don’t know why you can’t get your voice to work, can’t get your body to move.

“Come on,” he cajoles, “I’m being nice, aren’t I?”

Then his thumb brushes against your panties and your entire body jolts into action. You wrench your leg out of his grasp and take several steps away from him. Your whole body is shaking now. “I gotta–” you start, trying to keep your tone casual and failing miserably. “I gotta get back to work, Vinny.” Then you grab your tray off the bartop and walk away as fast as you can.

You don’t really have a destination in mind. You pick up a few empties as you wander between tables. You can feel his eyes on you, following you. You try to take a deep breath, calm yourself down. It isn’t very helpful. You look up to see Jake by himself now. You make your way over to him, Holly’s words on your first night in your ears. That was out of hand, wasn’t it?

He looks up as you approach. His big golden retriever smile on his face. “Hey, what’s up?” Then he actually takes you in and his smile drops. “What happened?”

“Um, Vinny, he, uh–” You feel a few tears fall down your cheeks and you just shake your head.

Jake’s face darkens. “Did he hurt you?”

“No, uh, he– he just–” You shake your head again. “No, he didn’t hurt me.”

Jake doesn’t say anything for a moment, just looks at you. There’s something about the way he does it that makes you think he understands everything you just can’t say. He nods once. “Alright. I’ll take care of it. You go take your time in the back. Do what you need to do. He’ll be gone by the time you’re done.”

You let out a shaky breath. “Okay, thank you,” you say so quietly. Then you get yourself to the back room as quickly as you can.

It’s really more of a hallway than a room, small and narrow. All of the storage space for the building is in the legitimate bar upstairs. But there’s enough room for you to crouch down, your knees pulled up tight to your chin. You bury your face in your thighs and let the tears you’ve been holding in finally fall. You’re okay. You’re okay. You’re safe. You’re fine.

You don’t know how long you’ve spent trying to calm yourself down when a large shadow suddenly looms over you. It takes you a moment to gather your strength to find out who it is. You hope it’s Jake telling you Vinny’s gone. You’re afraid it might be Lloyd, here to tell you to get back to work. There’s a slowly building terror that it might be Vinny himself.

After a deep breath, you look up to find Curtis staring down at you, concern on his face and fiery anger in his eyes. “What happened?” he growls.

You shake your head and turn away. He crouches down in front of you. “Are you alright?”

A humorless, uncontrolled laugh escapes you. Once you finally stop, you ignore his question and ask your own, “Why are you here?”

It takes him a very long time to answer. He just looks at you seriously for several moments. Then, finally, “Jake called me.” While you try to figure out why on earth Jake would do that, he continues, “I'm sorry I wasn’t already here.”

“Why?” you blurt out without thinking.

He looks away without saying anything. You both just sit in the silence for a few moments. Then, you try to change tactics. “Where were you?” you ask out of morbid curiosity. You can't imagine what his life is like outside of here.

“Working,” he says curtly. He plays with a ring on his middle finger and the movement draws your eyes to his hands, specifically his knuckles. They're scraped and caked with dried blood.

You swallow and you catch how his eyes track the movement. His eyes are always on you. He catches everything.

“Someone touched you?”

“Lots of people touch me,” you say, flatly. “It's part of the job. You touch me.”

His eyes narrow at that. “But this was different.” It isn’t a question.

You look down at your hands in your lap and don't say anything.

“Tell me who it was.”

“No,” you say instinctively, something about the moment feeling incredibly dangerous.

He huffs in frustration. “Are you trying to protect him?”

“No!” you say, sharply. “I’m protecting myself.”

“You don’t have to do that. Not from me. Not ever.”

You don’t know how to tell him that every atom in you knows that that isn’t true. You can’t explain it, and it wasn’t until the moment he joined you in this little closet, but you’d swear that he’s a danger to you. You just can't articulate how, but you feel it in your bones. And still, here you stay.

At your silence, he grits out, “If you don’t tell me who it was, Jake will.”

Jake probably already has, that’s what you’ve figured. “Great,” you say. “Then you don’t need me to say it.”

“Bambi,” he lets out in an exasperated growl. “I'm trying to help you.”

You just look at him and then figure you may as well ask the main question that's on your mind. “Why did Jake call you?”

He ignores you and stands up. “Come on,” he says and extends his hand, “I'm taking you home.”

You just blink up at him. “My shift isn't over.”

He shakes his hand at you impatiently. “It is now. Come on.”

You shake your head. “Curtis, this is my job. I can't just– Lloyd will–”

“I'll take care of Lloyd. Let’s go.”

You think about going home. About sitting alone in your small apartment. At least here you'll have something to do, things to focus on, to keep you busy. At home, there'll be nothing to think about other than that hand between your legs and– “No,” you say as firmly as you can manage. “I'm staying here. I'm finishing the night.”

His jaw ticks but he doesn’t say anything, just tries to stare you down. You stare right back. You will not concede this.

Finally, he exhales through his nostrils, then growls out an unhappy “Fine. But I'll–” He's interrupted by his phone ringing in his pocket. He takes it out and glances at the caller ID and sighs. “I have to take this.” He steps away as much as he can in the tiny area and answers with a curt “Everett.” There's a slight pause. “Yeah, I took care of it.” Another pause that has him glancing at you. “No, something else came up.”

You don't wait to hear the rest of the conversation. You take the opportunity to go back to the main room and get back to work.

You don't see Curtis again that night. You don't spare much thought to where he might've gone. You're too focused on getting through the remainder of your shift. When it's done, Jake insists on seeing you home. You don't ask why. You already know who's behind it.

The next few days are fine. You try to put what happened behind you, doing your best to ignore it. But that becomes impossible when three days after the incident you watch Vinny walk in. You can’t help the little burst of panic you feel as you warily watch him sit down at his usual table and get dealt in.

As subtly as you can, you make your way over to Jake. You don’t even say anything before he’s looking at you, chagrined. “I know,” he says. “I’m sorry, but I had to let him in. I promise it’s all going to be taken care of. It’s just– You can ignore him tonight, ok? Just trust me. You don’t need to worry about him. I promise.”

“Ok,” you say reluctantly, trying to resist looking back at Vinny. “I just– I didn’t think I’d have to see him again.”

“I really think that after tonight you won’t,” he says sincerely.

You don’t really understand what that means, but you nod anyway. “Ok,” you say. “I, uh, I should get back to work then.”

He just nods after you, looking a little concerned and a little sad. But the room is filling up, so you don’t have time to delve into it.

Sometime later, as you’re taking a brief moment to idle by the bar, a strange hush descends over the room. You’re facing away from the door, away from the rest of the room, but you see Colin take in whatever it is that’s caused this. His face pales and he lets out a quiet, urgent, “Shit.”

You turn around to see what on earth could be going on and you immediately freeze. Curtis is here. But that’s not what’s garnering all of this attention. Well, not all. Because he’s not alone, there’s a man with him. A little shorter, not quite as broad. But you’d be able to feel the power radiating off of him, even if you didn’t recognize him. Soft dark hair, thick beard, an immaculately tailored suit. You’ve seen him in the papers, on the news, but in real life, he’s even more intimidating. Andrew Barber.

Barber leans in close to say something to Curtis, who nods, eyes scanning the room until they land on you. Your breath catches, but luckily Colin calls your name behind you and you have an excuse to turn around. He places two glasses of dark liquor on the bar. “Everett,” he says, gesturing to one, then “Barber,” while waving his hand over the other. “Got it?” You nod and place them on your tray. They’re identical to your eyes except for the fact that Barber's has a muddled black cherry at the bottom of the glass.

You carefully bring them over, trying to force yourself to breathe. Curtis intercepts you and grabs the drinks when you're a few steps away. “Thank you, Bambi,” he says, lowly.

Barber perks up. “This is Bambi? Really?” He extends a hand and you have no choice but to take it. “Andy Barber,” he says with a disarming smile. “It's a pleasure to meet you finally.”

His handshake is firm, demanding. He is terrifying in his friendliness. And he knows who you are. Has known, for who knows how long. You glance at Curtis, but he's just calmly drinking his whiskey. You don't know what to say, what are you supposed to say?? So after too long a pause, you practically whisper, “Thank you, Mr. Barber.”

He chuckles lightly as he takes back his hand. To Curtis, he says, “You're right, Bambi does suit her.” Then he turns back to you and adds, “Andy, please.”

“O– Okay, Andy,” you say, with what you desperately hope is a benign smile. You look over at Curtis, you’re not entirely sure why, but out of these two dangerous options, he, at least, is familiar. “I should get back to work.”

Curtis is staring at you, but it’s Andy who answers. “Mmm, and we have a game to join, don’t we?” Curtis nods but still doesn’t break his gaze. Andy smirks, “No rest for the wicked.”

You have no idea what to do with that sentiment, so you take the opportunity and get out of there. You walk through the tables, checking to see if anyone needs anything, but the mob boss’s physical presence seems to have ground all action to a halt. The room is collectively holding its breath.

You go back to the bar for want of anything else to do. Colin is standing ramrod straight, coiled in case he needs to spring into action. Lloyd is sitting down at the end of the bar, drumming his fingers, eyes moving all around the room. You settle next to Holly, who looks just as scared as she did that first night when she was trying to warn you off of Curtis. “Is this,” you start to ask, your voice shaking. “Is this normal? Does he come here a lot?”

“No, never” she shakes her head. “Why would he come here? He has real clubs and restaurants. He doesn’t need to hang out in a shit hole like this.” She shakes her head again. “He’d only come here for a reason.”

You turn your head back to the room and find that Andy and Curtis have settled at Vinny’s table, joining his game across from him. Your heart lands in your throat. That can’t– No. You’re just some cocktail waitress. Even with Curtis’s obvious interest in you, you aren’t important enough to bring the most powerful man in the city here. You’re nothing. He must have other reasons.

The room is quiet enough to hear a pin drop as everyone waits for something to happen, which is why when Andy does start speaking, you don’t have to strain your ears to pick up every word.

He looks at his cards carefully, then over at Vinny. “You know, Vinny, you’re a hard man to track down.” His voice is so calm, it sends a chill up your spine. “You don’t go home, we can’t find you at work. I was starting to get worried.” He runs a few chips through his fingers before tossing them into the center of the felt. “That’s why, when I heard you were showing up here, I sent my best man to investigate,” he nods towards Curtis, “just to make sure you were ok.”

You don’t have a great view of Vinny from where you’re standing, but you can see how stiff he is, how silent. But he still calls when it’s his turn.

“You can imagine my relief when I found out you were alright. Except,” he raises again, a few more chips into the pot, “you’re losing a lot of money, aren’t you? Now, this upsets me. Not because you’re losing your own money. But because it’s mine, isn’t it?”

Vinny finally tries to pipe up. “Andy, hold on. I can ex–”

“You owe me $150,000, Vinny. With interest, that total’s climbing every day. And yet, you sit here and you just keep losing, don’t you? At my own game. What would you do if you won, huh? Would you really try paying me back with my own money? I thought maybe you’d at least have the smarts to cross the border and try this at one of Roger’s casinos. Huh? Paying me back with my enemy’s money, at least that I could respect. But no, it’s only me you think is stupid enough to fall for your bullshit. So now I’m here to give you the chance to fucking do it to my face.” With that, he violently pushes all of his chips into the center of the table.

Everyone else has folded. It’s just Barber and Vinny now. You’re not sure Curtis even actually played. He’s just staring Vinny down, although occasionally his eyes will flick up and meet yours. You hate feeling like you’re a part of this, but you don’t know what else to do besides watch it play out.

Vinny is just spluttering, while Andy calmly looks on. It’s all the expected, cliche stuff you’ve seen in gangster movies. He’s got the money, he swears. He just needs a little more time. Andy has to know he’s good for it! You want to roll your eyes right along with Andy.

“Call, Vinny,” Andy cuts him off, sternly. “That’s $150,000 I just put in the pot. Call. And if you win, we’re even. Your debt’s erased. But if you lose, well then that’s $300,000 you’ll owe me. And you know I won’t be able to tolerate that. So call. And let’s find out where we stand.”

You can’t see what Vinny’s doing, but you can imagine the way his fingers must be hovering over his chips, his eyes moving down to his cards to check, one more time, if they’re as good or bad as he remembers. You know there’s no way out for him either way. He’ll have to call. He’s just delaying the inevitable.

You feel like you can't breathe as you wait for him to just finally do it, but Andy cuts in again. “The thing I can't understand, Vinny, is why you kept coming here after Curtis showed up. Either you're very stupid or really fucking greedy.” He looks at Vinny carefully. “Maybe a little of both. I hear you've been touching something that doesn't belong to you.”

You gasp. No one notices, but you do. He can't be talking about you. He can't. He can't.

Vinny seems even more confused than you. “What are you talking about? I haven't touched anything!”

Andy continues to ignore him. “So you're stupid and greedy. That's why you aren't afraid of him like you should be. They call him my attack dog, did you know? Have you heard that? Maybe that’s the problem. Maybe you think he’s some puppy that follows me around. You’d be stupid to underestimate him, underestimate me. But maybe you only do that because you've never seen my dog off his leash.”

Curtis springs into action, lunging across the table to grab Vinny by the collar, and then slams his head into the felt. Before there’s even time to react, he’s stood and he's picking Vinny back up and hurling him onto the floor. Curtis comes around the table to stalk after him and the look on his face has you gasping for breath. You've never seen Curtis like this. There's a glint in his eye that might be the scariest thing you've ever seen. Who is this man? What is he capable of?

Vinny is dazedly trying to crawl away, but Curtis catches him easily. He grabs Vinny’s collar and hauls him back up, delivering two punches to his face in quick succession. The sound it makes. There's no other sound in the whole room. No one's saying anything, no one's doing anything. Everyone's just watching, hypnotized. You turn away, your stomach churning. Your eyes catch on Andy, sitting back in his chair, placidly drinking the whiskey you brought him, completely relaxed, like he's watching anything else. You can't look at him either.

The room is completely silent except for the crunching of bones, Vinny’s whimpers, and Curtis’s grunts. You look up again to be startled by eye contact with Curtis. His eyes are wild, unhinged. Feral. But there's something else in it, like all of this is for you. That all of you are there, everything is happening, because Vinny dared to touch you. It takes your breath away. It’s mesmerizing.

Andy finally stands and strides over to where Curtis is holding Vinny up in the middle of the room. He looks down at Vinny, then spits in his face. “I'm tired of trying to draw blood from a stone,” he says. Then he turns to Curtis and finishes, “Get rid of him.”

Curtis gives you one last long look, his face unreadable. You feel it in your knees. Then he drags Vinny out, leaving a bloody trail behind him.

The moment they're gone, it's like the entire room can breathe again. “Lloyd,” Andy calls out. “How ‘bout a round for everyone? On me.”

Lloyd nods to Colin who hurriedly starts pouring drinks. And you, so grateful for something to do, instead of just standing there, shaking, start loading the glasses on your tray.

As you begin to pass them out, Andy of all people, pulls you aside. “Bambi,” he says quietly, “I hope you know now, we take care of our own.”

You gaze at him, shocked. It feels like a comfort and a threat. But why? It's not so much the implication that this all had something to do with you, but you can't for the life of you imagine what you've done to get yourself to a place where Andy Barber might consider you his, however distantly. It can't just be that you work here. You can't picture him doing something similar for Holly or Colin. Once again, this all feels so incredibly dangerous.

While you're struggling to come up with anything to say to that, he grabs a drink off your tray and downs it quickly. Then, with a wink, he turns and leaves. You’re left staring after him until someone calls after you and you're scrambling to pass out drinks again.

The night ends quickly. No one seems eager to stay and drink and play after everything that's happened. Not when there's still blood on the floor.

You do what you can to help clean up, but when you stare at the stain helplessly, Lloyd tells you not to worry about it. He's got a guy.

Colin walks out with you so you aren’t in the parking lot alone. You're grateful. You're still so shaken. As you approach your car, your beater that you still don’t quite have the money to replace, you see someone leaning against it. You stop short, looking to Colin for help, but he just keeps walking to his own car, his head down. That’s when you know it’s Curtis.

You take a deep breath and then force yourself to keep walking towards him. You can't begin to parse how you feel to see him now. Your keys are ready in your hand like you might just get in and drive off without speaking to him. You know you won’t.

When you reach him, his voice is rough as he asks, “Are you ok?” He’s cleaned up. There’s no more blood on his hands, his clothes have been straightened.

You open your mouth to answer, even though you have no idea, so instead what comes out is “Did you kill him?”

“Did you want me to?” is his immediate reply.

It stops you in your tracks as all sorts of feelings come bubbling up, ones you can not, will not examine. This is about his propensity for violence, how terrifying he became, not– No. “Did you?” you insist.

He looks at you carefully then shakes his head. “I don't think you actually want me to answer that.”

“But you've killed before?” You can't stop yourself from pressing, from pushing. You don’t know why.

He just sort of smiles, gently almost, in a way that is deeply unsettling. “You need to stop asking questions you aren’t ready for me to answer, Bambi.” And it’s the way he says the nickname, like you really are that babe in the woods, just born with no knowledge of the world around you, that has your hackles rising.

“Andy called you his dog,” you say, like he should be offended.

To your surprise, he laughs, his head thrown back. Then he takes a step closer to you, and you take the opportunity to sneak in behind him, get to your car. You realize your mistake immediately when he turns back around and cages you in, your back pressed against the driver’s side door. “Everyone calls me his dog. Because he’s the civilized man in the designer suit, and I’m the animal just begging for a reason to slip my leash.”

Your heart pounds wildly in your chest. You should get into your car. You should drive away as fast as you can. You should never come back. But you don’t. “You did it for him,” you say, mustering all the strength into your voice that you can. “You didn’t do it for me.”

He leans over you, the space between you shrinking rapidly. “Yeah, he asked me to do it,” he nods. “But if he hadn’t, I still would have done it. For you.”

You try to shake your head, to tell him that that can’t be true, even as a wild, loud part of you starts to rise up and claw out of your chest. You try to tamp it down, deny it, but before you can, Curtis is leaning in further, his whole body pressing against you, and then he covers your lips with his.

There’s a heat that comes up out of him that fills you, the instant his skin touches yours. His hands are on you, your neck, your hip. You can’t keep track, can only say that his hands are there, everywhere, that his body touches all of yours, that his lips and his tongue are demanding, unrelenting. You are burning up from the inside.

Too soon, but ages later, he pulls away. His eyes are on fire as he looks at you. Then he tears his gaze away, and hits the roof of your decrepit car twice, looking at it disdainfully. “You get home safe,” he says, then steps back to allow you the space you need to get into your car.

You do what he wants you to do. You get in your car, sit in the driver’s seat, and then stare blankly out the windshield. You’ve never felt so out of control in your life. How did this happen? You were flirting for tips, that was all! You encouraged it for money, that was it, and now– You press your thighs together, trying not to pant. You will not be unmoored.

A slight movement in your periphery makes you notice that Curtis is still standing just to the side of your car, watching you. You turn your keys in the ignition and shift into drive.

It doesn’t mean anything it doesn’t mean anything it doesn’t mean anything, you chant to yourself all the way home.

It’s your next shift back, and everything seems to have changed. You don’t understand it. You keep doing laps of the room, keep sidling up to regulars you were so friendly with just a few nights ago, but now, they won’t even look at you, let alone touch you. No one’s ordering anything.

Or at least, they aren’t ordering from you.

Holly has been running around nonstop all night, basically having to take care of the entire room by herself. You watch man after man after man slip her little bundles of money.

You want to scream. What the fuck happened? What did you do? What are you going to do?

You go to stand by the bar to wait for something you can do. Colin gives you a brief nod of acknowledgment but that’s it. He’s been cold, too. No. Not cold, distant. You don’t understand what’s changed.

You take a deep breath. It’s one weird night. Things will be better tomorrow.

Things don’t get better. The next night is the same. You’re starting to panic. This job was supposed to be your lifeline. Without it, without the money you were making, you’re not sure how you’ll survive.

Curtis comes in after a couple of hours of nothing. You could cry you’re so happy to see him. But terrified too. If he gives you the cold shoulder, this job really is over. But you have no idea how he’s going to act, not after what happened last time. You’re not sure how you’re going to act either. You can still feel his lips on yours.

You bring him his whiskey immediately and he greets you with an arm around your waist, pulling you in. “Hey Bambi,” he says quietly. Then he gets a good look at you. “What’s wrong?”

You look at him carefully, not sure what to confide. You aren’t even sure what the problem is. You shake your head. “Not my best night,” you say with a tired smile. “But I’m fine.”

He stares at you for a moment, then stands up. “Come on,” he says, grabbing your hand and leading you to the little back room. You feel eyes on the two of you the whole way there.

Once he’s closed the door behind you both, he asks again, “What’s wrong?”

You sigh. “The last two nights have been weird here. I don’t– I don’t know. I’m just worried. I don’t know what happened but I’m not making any tips. No one’s treating me like they used to.”

“Mmm,” Curtis hums thoughtfully. “I think,” he says as he takes two steps closer to you, which in this small space is significant, “everyone else here has figured it out.”

It’s suddenly a little hard to breathe with him standing over you like this. His presence, his attention is always so much. “Figured what out?” you ask, confused.

“That I have lost my patience for watching other men touch you.”

It hits you like a freight train. “What?” It comes out in a whisper.

“I’ve let this go on for too long,” he says, his voice is calm, casual. “I don’t want you working here anymore. This is done.”

“I– What? Curtis. What?! I have to work! I have to pay my bills! I don’t understand. I don’t–”

He takes one last step forward. You feel the heat coming off of him. “Shh,” he soothes, cradling your cheek in his hand. “It’ll be alright. I’ll take care of you. I take care of what’s mine.”

You pull your face away, even as the urge to nuzzle into him is so strong. You feel like you’ve missed something, a thousand things. You feel too many steps behind. “Curtis, I’m not– I’m not yours.”

Something comes into his eyes and you’re reminded of him standing over Vinny, covered in blood. His hand travels down from your cheek. He strokes your throat once, and then his hand closes around it. “Look me in the eye,” he growls, “and say that again.”

His hand is firm, snug, but it doesn’t tighten. But you can imagine so easily how it might. You look him in the eye. You open your mouth, ready to say it again. But then– then you see it. In the way he looks at you, the way he’s always looked at you. You feel it in his grip on you, now. You can’t deny it anymore.

Curtis shoves you into his bedroom. You’re panting already. You need his hands on you, right now. You don’t have to ask for it. He gets you to the center of the room and yanks down your skirt, tearing it in the process. You step out of it and take your blouse off, throwing it on top of your skirt. Curtis’s eyes are cataloging your body, the swell of your breasts spilling out of your bra, your soft tummy, thick thighs. His gaze, as always, takes your breath away.

You reach out for Curtis’s shirt, but he grabs your hands. “I want you on your knees,” he growls and you immediately kneel for him. He throws off his shirt, revealing the expanse of his chest, the muted blacks and grays of his tattoos. You’re desperate to run your hands over them, trace the art, but instead, they just twitch at your side. He'll tell you what you're allowed to do.

He begins unbuttoning his jeans and your mouth drops open. He chuckles darkly. “Perfect little slut.” He takes his phone out of his back pocket and aims it at you, taking a picture as you gaze up at him under your lashes, your mouth wide open. “I've been dreaming of getting you on your knees for me.” He puts his phone on his dresser, then continues taking off his pants. “You ready to choke on my cock, baby?”

“Please,” you whine. You're practically salivating now. His bare thighs are as thick as tree trunks, the muscles corded. His abs ripple as he moves. His shoulders, his back. You want.

He frees his cock and rolls his black boxer briefs down his legs, stepping out of them. It's long and thick, just like the rest of him. Your breath catches. You don't think you've ever taken something that big before.

He takes a few steps so he's completely in your space, his cock bobbing right in front of your face. He takes it in one hand, the other firmly on the back of your head and slowly feeds the tip into your mouth. You taste his musk on your tongue. As he rocks into your mouth, going a little further each time, your hands come up to grasp his thighs. On his next thrust in, you run your tongue along the underside of his dick. His movements stutter just a little and then he looks down at you, a smirk overtaking his face. It's just a touch mean, in a way that has you soaking your panties. “You ready?” he asks, his voice rough. And then without waiting for the answer, he thrusts in all the way, making you take him deep in your throat.

You flail, slapping his thigh as you try to swallow around him, breathing frantically through your nose. After holding you there for a moment, he sets a brutal but steady pace. It takes you a moment, but you find your rhythm, your panic subsiding. Once you feel steady, you lift one hand from his thighs and bring it up to cradle his balls. “Fuck, Bambi,” he grinds out. “You're gonna– I– fuck!” His hand moves from the back of your head down to the back of your neck, which he grips firmly, pulling you off his cock. As you cough and splutter on the floor, he growls, “The first time you make me come is gonna be inside that perfect cunt.”

He helps you stand on wobbly legs, then shoves his hand between your legs, cupping your pussy over your panties. “Shit, fucking soaked just from deepthroating me?”

You let out a needy little whine, trying to push further into his hand, but he withdraws it, instead settling on your hip. “Well,” he grins, “if they’re ruined anyway…” then uses that hand to rip the black lace down the side, letting them fall to the floor. He makes quick work of your bra as well, then takes a step back and sighs, “Shit, Bambi, look at you.” It’s the reverence in his voice and on his face that has you launching yourself at him, unable to keep from kissing him any longer. He lets you, quickly taking control, letting you feel all his hunger, the want he’s kept barely bottled up since he first laid eyes on you. You understand it all now. His erection brushes against you, and now it’s his turn to whine, just a little.

He pulls away, brushing a hand down your cheek, then says “Get on the bed, on your stomach.” You quickly comply, laying in the center of the bed with your knees pulled up and spread beneath you. He brings his hand down on one asscheek harshly and you can’t help the lewd moan that escapes you. He chuckles, “Oh, I will definitely remember that for later.” He grabs your hips and cants them up, then whistles at your exposed cunt. “I knew it. Absolutely beautiful.” Then he unceremoniously shoves two fingers into your hole and you choke on nothing. “Shh,” he coos. “You can take it. My cock’s gonna be a lot thicker.”

As he starts scissoring his fingers inside you, you can’t hold it in any longer and start babbling. Mostly a combination of “please,” and “Curtis,” and “I need,” over and over.

“I know, baby,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of you. “I’ve got what you need right here.” You have a brief moment to feel the tip of his cock on your pussy lips before he’s thrusting it into you, as far as he can go without making it hurt.

“Oh my god,” you cry, pressing your forehead into the mattress and balling his dark blue sheets in your hands. You feel so full. It’s so good. He’s working himself into you as quickly as he can, desperate now. You both are. Once he bottoms out, fully seated in you, he pauses. Then with one hand on your stomach and the other around your neck, he pulls you up onto your knees, your back flush to his chest. You cry out at the new angle; he’s somehow even deeper now. He starts thrusting up into you at a punishing pace. You’re bouncing up and down in his firm grasp. The hand on your neck turns your head to face him, his lips brushing against yours. He holds eye contact with you as the hand on your stomach snakes down your pelvis so his thick fingers can begin circling your clit. “Fuck! Curtis, please!” you shout.

“Yeah, come on,” he breathes, “you can let go. You can do it. Come for me like a good girl.” It’s those words that send you careening over the edge, your cunt pulsing around his cock, squeezing him until he’s coming too with a grunt, filling you up until both your cum is leaking out around him.

He holds you there, on your knees, as you both come down, your twin pants all you can hear.

You wake up slowly, the sun shining on you through the soft drapes. You start to shift then groan at how stiff you are. The night before comes back to you. Curtis took you two more times before you both collapsed in satisfied exhaustion. He’s still out like a light beneath you.

You take a moment to look at him. It’s odd to see him so peaceful, so still. There’s nothing of the feral predator he projects to the world. It makes you feel oddly close to him, seeing him like this.

You carefully get up without disturbing him and begin collecting your clothes. You put on your bra, but there’s no saving your panties. Same for your skirt; it’s ripped along the seam. So instead you pick up Curtis’s t-shirt from last night and put it on. It smells like him. You breathe it in shamelessly knowing there’s no one to witness it.

You savor the soreness as you move out of the bedroom. It’s like you can still feel him inside you, how much he wanted you, needed you. It makes you feel a little powerful, having that effect on a man like him.

You make your way into his living room. You didn’t really have a chance to look at his house last night, as determined as he was to get you into the bedroom. If you’d ever thought to picture it, this wouldn’t be far off. It’s all rich blues and greens and grays, leather and dark wood. Masculine. It suits him.

As you’re admiring the room, you hear footsteps behind you and then two big arms are encircling your waist, pulling you into him. “Good morning,” he rasps.

You turn your head to him. “Good morning,” you say with a smile.

“Fuck, Bambi, you’re even hotter in my shirt than you were last night.”

You smirk at him even as your face heats. “Mmm,” you hum. “It’s comfy. You might not get it back.” He nuzzles into your neck as you continue. “I was hoping you might have something I could wear for bottoms, too. You destroyed my skirt.”

His beard roughly drags against your skin as he asks, “Why the hell would I let you wear bottoms?”

You laugh. “Because I have to leave the house, Curtis.”

“No, you don’t,” he says as his hand begins to move between your thighs.

You playfully swat him away, even as you feel yourself getting wet again from his attention. “I have to go home.”

“Why? You’re staying here.” It’s how certain he sounds that has you turning around in his arms.

“What?”

“I don’t like your building. It isn’t safe enough. Now that I finally have you, of course, I’m going to keep you here with me.”

Once again, you feel too many steps behind. You just blink at him, confused. How does he even know where you live??

He takes your chin in his hand, his fingers gentle. “I told you, Bambi, I take care of what’s mine.”

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witchywithwhiskey · 9 months ago

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andy barber + "you don't need anything, you want it"

optional scenario: assassin/mercenary

undone by a pretty spring sundress

pairing: dilf!andy barber x babysitter!female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, unspecified age gap (but reader is def out of college), thigh riding, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light bdsm, pet names (sweetheart, angel), some bratting, referenced spanking, fluffy ending

word count: 2,100ish

a/n: instead of assassin/mercenary Andy Barber, may i offer you dilf Andy Barber? 🫣 lol let's be honest, Andy is always a dilf 🤭 but i've already done ex's dad Andy and dbf August so i wanted to do a different trope and i've never done a babysitter fic so i gave it a shot!! hope you enjoy, Aspen!!

The sounds of shrieking laughter and childish games filtered into Andy Barber’s kitchen while you stood at the counter, putting together a bouquet of spring flowers that would sit nicely on his dining room table. You’d retreated into the house because you’d needed a break from the party Andy was hosting—the one he’d hired you for the afternoon to help him host.

It was a little outside your normal duties, since you typically worked as Andy’s babysitter, watching his young son on nights the single father had to work late at his law practice. You knew some of the parents in the neighborhood thought you were a little old to be babysitting, given you were old enough to be married and have a family of your own.

But you ignored them because you enjoyed babysitting for Andy. It helped supplement the meager pay you received from your day job, and you liked spending time with Andy’s son Jacob, who was a sweet kid. More than that, though, you found yourself really enjoying spending time with Andy.

And if you weren’t mistaken, Andy liked having you around as well.

In the months that you’d worked for Andy, you’d grown increasingly aware of the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.

His crystal blue eyes would drift down to your tits when you were looking something up on your phone. And more than once, you could’ve sworn you felt his gaze on your ass when you’d bent over to pick up some toys on the floor. But each time, when you turned to the older man, he was innocently looking elsewhere.

Altogether, you’d gotten the impression that Andy might want you to be more than his babysitter, but he hadn’t yet acted on the heated looks he gave you. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and worn a skimpy little sundress to the party he was hosting for the neighbors and all their kids. And you were delighted when it had the intended effect.

You hadn’t been in the kitchen for more than a few minutes when Andy cornered you, using the moment when everyone else was distracted by watching the children play a game they’d made up to approach you. His body crowded you into the counter, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him brushing against the swaths of bare skin not covered by your sundress.

“I need to speak to you upstairs,” Andy murmured in your ear. His warm breath ghosted over your cheek and bare shoulder, causing goosebumps to raise all along your arms.

But you stifled the shiver racing down your spine and continued fluffing the flowers in the vase in front of you, pretending you didn’t notice the demanding edge of Andy’s voice or the way he crowded into you. After all, he’d waited months to approach you, and you decided you wanted to have a little fun with him before you gave in to the tension crackling between the two of you.

“You don’t need anything, you want it,” you responded cheekily, your tone light and playful. “Isn’t that what you’re always telling Jacob, Mr. Barber?” You tossed your head to the side and gave the older man a sly smile over your shoulder.

Andy’s expression darkened, his soft mouth pulling down in a frown that was framed perfectly by his neatly trimmed beard. He looked particularly delicious in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans—though you also appreciated all the suits he wore for his job as a lawyer. You’d spent many a night imagining Andy undressing you entirely while he stayed all buttoned up in one of his suits, making you hump the bulge in his slacks…

Andy’s big hand wrapping around your upper arm brought you back from your distracted thoughts.

“I assure you, sweetheart, what I’m feeling is a need—not a want,” Andy growled, dragging you away from the counter and forcing you to abandon your bouquet. You didn’t protest, though, as he led you toward the stairs and up to the second floor of his suburban Massachusetts home.

Andy had only just pulled you into his bedroom and closed the door when he spun you around and crowded into you until your back hit the door. Then, with a muttered curse, Andy ducked down and captured your lips with his own, kissing you so passionately, your head spun.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back just as fervently, your mouth parting and allowing his tongue to twine with yours. He groaned into your lips as he tasted you, the deep sound of his pleasure making you hot all over, wetness gathering between your thighs while your mouths slid together. You squirmed against Andy’s hard body, pressing your softness against him as your body yearned for friction.

Andy shoved one of his legs between yours, his big hands gripping your hips tightly and shifting you so that your pussy rubbed against his thigh. You wrenched your mouth from his with a sharp gasp, your body rocking against his as pleasure shot through you from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes. Andy watched you with hooded eyes as you humped against him, hands sliding down your sides.

“Wish I could watch you ride my thigh all afternoon, angel, but I need to be inside you,” Andy groaned, reaching beneath your dress and hooking his fingers in your panties, moving you back to pull them down your trembling legs. You let out a little whine at the loss of friction against your pussy, but Andy only hushed you. “Shh, I know sweetheart, you’re needy too, aren’t ya? Need daddy to fuck you, huh?”

Your head fell back against the door with a thunk and you let out a breathy, surprised, “Daddy,” tasting the way the word sounded on your tongue and enjoying it far too much.

“That’s it, angel, call me daddy,” Andy murmured fervently before capturing your lips in another kiss. You could feel his hands working his jeans open and pulling out his cock, but you couldn’t move your arms from around his shoulders; you were pretty sure if you did, you’d collapse to his feet. “Christ, I knew ya would be perfect—been wanting this for so long, but that pretty spring sundress of yours was my undoing.”

A pleased smirk curled the edges of your mouth at Andy’s confession, and you decided you’d tell him later that had been your intention with wearing it. For the moment, though, you simply leaned up to whisper some teasing words in Andy’s ear. “If you need me so bad, then take me, daddy.”

Andy hooked an arm around your waist and spun you again, walking you back to his bed and easing you down onto the plush softness of his blankets while his hips settled between your thighs. His cock rested against your bare pussy, making you moan with desire.

“Gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart,” Andy murmured as he brushed kisses to your jaw and cheeks, his hips grinding his length against your soaked folds, getting himself drenched in your arousal. “But next time I’ll fuck you soft and slow like you deserve, alright?”

“OK, daddy,” you said on a moan, tilting your hips to grind your bare pussy against his cock. Andy buried a grunt in your neck and reached between your bodies, adjusting his cock until the tip pressed against your entrance.

Then, all at at once, Andy pushed inside you, both of you moaning at the feel of his thick, hard cock stretching out your tight, warm pussy. It was better than you ever imagined, having him inside you, your body taking his entire length and joining you to him in the most intimate way.

“Feel so good, daddy,” you murmured breathily, your mind spinning with pleasure. You cupped Andy’s face in your hands, your nails raking through his beard gently, as you stared up at him. You hoped every bit of the pleasure you felt was clear on your face, so he could see how good he made you feel.

Andy seemed to, his smile filled with affection and arousal of his own. He leaned down and brushed a kiss to your lips, teasing you with the flick of his tongue before pulling away and catching your eye.

“Ready, angel?”

“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, more ready for him than he could even know.

Then Andy took what he needed, and gave you what you needed, too. He fucked you hard and fast, pumping his thick cock into your tight channel with a ruthlessness you’d only ever glimpsed when he’d take work calls at home. He was brutal, and you wanted to scream your pleasure, but Andy’s hand covered your mouth, keeping you from being overheard by all the neighbors crowded in the backyard.

When he seemed to be getting close, Andy reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight little circles until you shattered apart around him. You came so hard, you bit down on the flesh of his palm to keep yourself quiet.

Andy didn’t seem to mind, grunting through the sting of your teeth and the delicious clench of your pussy, fucking you harder until he pressed deep and came inside you. You shivered when you felt his load leak out around his cock, in awe when you realized just how much come he must’ve pumped you full of that it was overflowing.

As you caught your breath, Andy peppered your face with light kisses, praising you. “Such a good girl, sweetheart, so fucking good for daddy.” He kissed the apple of your cheek, his beard tickling you and making you giggle softly. “Now, I need you to keep my come safe inside you for the rest of the afternoon, can you do that, angel?” Andy asked, catching your eye and giving you a serious look. His hand pressed against your lower belly, making your pussy flutter while butterflies took flight in your chest.

It was on the tip of your tongue to simply say yes, but a delightful thought took hold of your mind and you found your lips forming the same words they had earlier in Andy’s kitchen. “You don’t need anything, daddy, you want it,” you said, giggling when Andy’s face turned stormy.

“You’re lucky we have to get back to our guests, angel,” Andy growled pressing his forehead to yours while he glared at you, though there wasn’t much anger to his gaze—only desperate arousal. “Otherwise I’d put you over my knee and show you what I do when you’re a bratty bad girl.”

You were helpless to your body’s reaction to his words, your cunt clenching hard around Andy’s cock and making him chuckle. “I need it, daddy,” you cried, hands fisting in his t-shirt and trying to hold him close.

But Andy was already moving away, pulling out and stuffing his cock back in his pants. You watched him with a pout while he grinned down at you. When his appearance was presentable enough, Andy hauled you up from the bed and smoothed your dress down over your curves, fixing it for you.

“Be a good girl and help me get through the rest of this party and we can have some fun later,” Andy promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, like he couldn’t help himself, he caught your mouth in one last deliciously sinful kiss.

You returned to the party with Andy, finishing your bouquet of spring flowers and putting it out on the table. Then, you helped him wrangle the kids and their parents for dessert, everyone enjoying the beautiful spring evening.

If anyone from the neighborhood noticed that, after you returned, Andy treated you more like his partner than his babysitter, they didn’t say anything. (In fact, in the weeks and months that followed, when it became clear the two of you were together, each of your neighbors would try to take credit for setting the two of you up.) When everyone left, they thanked you just as much as Andy for hosting the wonderful party.

Once everyone was gone and you’d helped Andy put Jacob to bed, he delivered on his promise of rewarding you for your good behavior. Later that night when you told him you’d worn your skimpy little outfit just to see if he’d finally make a move on you, Andy chuckled and murmured that he’d forgive your naughty trick just that once. Then, he made sure to show you just how undone he was by your pretty spring sundress.

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georgiapeach30513 · 4 months ago

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Kind of Blind Love

Summary: Everything was perfect. Except for one thing. Him. Bucky Barnes.

Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader, Bucky Barnes X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, dark, conspiracy, exhibition, unknown exhibition, PIV sex, unprotected sex, degradation, misogyny, ownership, soulmates, breeding kink, creampie, murder (?), 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3.7K

Bucky Barnes Masterlist

Andy Barber Masterlist

It’s not very often that you find perfection. It happens once in a lifetime, or out to the far reaches of the world. Life isn’t supposed to be perfect; it’s meant to be messy, and full of strife. That way those perfect moments that happen in your life hit you differently and you just know how amazing that they are and just how much they mean to you. How you are thankful that you can have beautiful and perfect moments, so you can forget all the boring or horrible parts of life.

But what happens when every moment is perfect? When everything you could have possibly dreamed of and been trained and bred for is happening right now in your life? Andy reaches over the car, giving your hand a squeeze as you stare at the passing homes. “Isn’t it strange how they’re always outside, waving and greeting us?”

“Us?” He asks with a big of a chuckle. “You think that the neighbors always line up outside of their homes to tell us good evening or good morning?” His hand slides from your hand over to your thigh. Dipping under your dress, while you watch their smiling happy faces pass by.

“Did you ever think it’s because we come through at the exact same time?” Do you? You haven’t ever recalled the timing. You take a mental note of the clock on the car. 4:33. “Maybe they’re just jealous?”

His hand moves from your thigh, sliding all the way up to your belly as you pull into the driveway. The Wilsons outside giving you a wave. Mrs. Wilson with a swollen belly and smiling too perfectly as she hands him a tall glass of lemonade. “Or maybe you’re the jealous one. You watch her often.”

Andy turns the engine off, and you spin looking at him, placing a delicate hand on his. “We’ve — it’ll happen when it’s supposed to,” you know that you are expected to give Andy all the babies he wants. It’s why the house is one of the largest ones here. Right at the end of the cul-de-sac. Perfectly positioned to watch the neighbors. Andy had made himself the king of the neighborhood.

“Of course it will, and besides that it’s fun trying, isn’t it?” His hand smooths over your heated cheek. He knows exactly what to say to have a warmth bloom throughout your body. He got off on your shyness. You are demure, dainty, perfect. It’s what he thought anyway.

“Have you happened to see the neighbor next door?” He growls, rolling his eyes as he slings his door open. Walking over to your side, he yanks your door open, and drops down into your line of vision.

“I’ve told you to let that go. The house was bought, someone moved in. And they’re clearly living there now. Okay?”

“Okay,” you respond quickly.

Andy gives you a little tickle, waiting for that million dollar smile before he picks you up bridal style. “I just want to worry about me and you, honey,” things might not be traditional with Andy, but he has this masculine beauty about him. You were promised he would make a perfect husband, just like he was told you would be the perfect wife. Because everything is just perfect.

——

He steps out of his house, the darkness being the only time he stands out in the open. He’s waiting. Patiently waiting. Grinding his teeth at your figure dressed in sheer fabric and lace standing in front of your husband. What a disgusting word. Husband.

He knew what your “family” had bred you for. How they raised you for these moments. The perfect, loving wife. The wife that is poised and polished. Attending charities while on his arm. Your friends had the quintessential book club, and bridge game every Tuesday and Thursday. Your husband picked you up, and you were everyone’s envy.

Every woman wants to be as happy as you are. Every man wants to bed you. Pump themselves into your warmth. The epitome of everyone’s perfect fantasy. But what they didn’t see is that your eyes are cold. Your smile didn’t quite reach there. You went through the motions like a perfect trained girl. Touched him in all the right places, at exactly the right time.

Rolling his eyes, he watches as another man, and then another walks out to the edge of their driveway to ‘take out the garbage’. He knows. He knows that they’re going to watch the right on schedule show. Your husband loves uniformity. He also loves keeping the curtains just sheer enough. They can look, but they can never touch.

Your nightie gave everything away. Your body trained to be aroused when you saw him. Your nipples hard peaks poking through the lace as you tease around the straps. With one curl and wag of his finger, you’re walking over to him. Straddling his lap, and then the rising and fall starts. Hands on his shoulders as he peels away the fabric.

The cocks of every man out here with him jump up in arousal. They’ll return to their wives with you on their mind as they fuck them stupid. They see what Andy wants them to see. You being a good obedient wife, and giving it to him. What their wives see is the picture of demure perfection. What they see is a slut for her man.

Andy’s hands knead and grope your tits until he leans over, and sucks a hardened bud into his hungry mouth. Your body writhes as you bounce over top of him. Mouth agape and these disgusting men start palming their crotches. You are the most perfect aphrodisiac. And then Andy picks you up. Leaning you over the back of the couch and he rips the lingerie off you. Leaving you naked and bare for your audience. You couldn’t see them, but they crane their necks to see you.

Watching as your tits ripple with his pounding thrusts. Watch as you turn to watch Andy have his way with you. Begging and pleading him for something, until he lifts you up to his front, and gives everyone the best view of your soft curves. Letting everyone see how desperate you are for him. The perfect sexual being just for your husband. Dipping your hand down your front and rubbing on your bundle of nerves.

It is about to start. All of them know the reason they’re all out here, but they have to make it awkward with comments.�� “How tight do you think her pussy is?”

“He’s not going to stop until he fucks a baby in her.”

“Like a good girl, she’s only felt his cock.”

“Do you think she sounds as sweet as she looks?”

“My wife doesn’t look at me like that. Sex is just something she does.”

“She looks fucking amazing taking him. Watch her. It’s happening,” your body shudders. The elation of an orgasm wrecking you. “He’s going to make her come again.”

He always does. What they didn’t know is that this was just the beginning of the evening. Andy would make sure you took his cock whenever he wanted, and the cruel part is that you craved him just as much. Woke him up every day by riding his morning erection. They didn’t realize that you are addicted to your husband. Because that’s what you were meant to do.

“He’s about to come,” sure enough his pace is hard. His long steady thrusts now short and pounding. “God, she takes him so well,” your hand caresses his face, soaking him in your juices, and you kiss over the spot tenderly.

“She’s such a slut,” he hates them. Hates that Andy used this giant house as a stage to make everyone jealous. The man takes a quick inhale of breath when you nod your head. “Begging for him to fill her up like the fucking slut she is.”

Your brows furrow, and Andy crashes his lips on you, and if it wasn’t for his arms, you’d keel over. Pleasure explodes through your body, and your soft hands rub down your belly, and he pumps into you one more hard time, letting your cunt milk him dry. “Cumslut.”

“Cum dumpster,” another snorts. “Since he’s having such a hard time getting her pregnant,” he chuckles again, “You think he’ll take us up on the offer?”

Bucky twists his head in the man’s direction. Pissed that he can’t look at you anymore as Andy kisses you back down from your high. “What the fuck did you just say?”

They all laugh, starting to turn to their house where they fuck a less than perfect wife and imagine it’s you. “What the fuck did you just say?”

“Maybe if you weren’t such a weirdo, you’d know.”

A particularly geeky looking man stays behind, waiting for the last door to close before he shrugs. “He told Andy they’d all be willing to, um — fuck her. That maybe she needed other’s cum to get her pregnant. Implying that something is wrong with Mr. Perfect. That’s why Daryl ended up with a black eye. Remember when Andy kept the blinds closed? Yeah, it was punishment for the suggestion.”

So Bucky isn’t crazy. Andy did these things for everyone to see. He is showing you off like you’re his prize. The sick part is, you are. You are his to do whatever he wants with. And the worst part is, you didn’t know. Didn’t know that he is right here. Watching. Waiting. Andy couldn’t keep you forever, you didn’t truly belong to him, did you? Your parents could have severed the bond. They might have kept you away, but he still feels it.

He’d sit here in his boiling rage for just the right moment. You are his. All his. In time, Andy would pay, and so will you for being too perfect. In due time, you’d be reunited with your rightful mate. There’s a reason that Andy couldn’t fuck a baby in you. You didn’t belong to him. You were Bucky’s. Forever and ever more.

——

You’ve become accustomed to the mundane. The usual. The schedule. So when your perfect husband did not pick you up from your bridge game, you politely asked for a ride home. They didn’t talk. They didn’t do anything, but go through the motions. The people didn’t greet them on the lawn. Waving their weird little waves with their overly excited smiles as they said ‘good evening.’

They didn’t do any of the normal things. You squeeze your thighs together. Your body yearning for Andy, and his possessive hand on your leg. The way just the sound of his voice soothes you and turns you on all at the same time. Andy didn’t tell you a change in the schedule. He didn’t tell you anything. And he always did.

You worry at your lip as you see your home come into view, and his car idly sits in the open garage. “It’s good weather we’re having, huh, Mrs. Barber?” You can’t even answer the question of Jessica’s husband because you’re focused on why Andy is here, and why he didn’t come to pick you up. But he doesn’t ask again. His wife looks out her window, and it’s then you realize how creepy everything is.

How there’s this odd sense of unsettlement rising up your throat. Without Andy you see the weirdness. He isn’t here to tell you it’s fine, it’s just the schedule. It’s just the plan. But this isn’t the plan. You shouldn’t be in this damn car. You should be underneath your husband.

Hal? Jeff? Chris? Whatever his name is, puts his car into park, and he turns around to glare at you, “Now, you go on and service your husband, Mrs. Barber. Make sure to keep your face looking towards the window when you fuck him.”

“It’s nice weather we’re having, isn’t it, Mrs. Barber?” Jessica turns back to smile at you, and you’re revolted. She never called you Mrs. Barber.

“What did you just say to me?” You stare at her creepy husband, but his grin spreads across his face.

“You have a lovely evening, Mrs. Barber,” weirdo. You get out of your car, and he grabs onto your wrist. “Fuck him good. But if he doesn’t fuck a baby in you by the end of the month,” his eyes turn back to the neighborhood, and every one of their weird husbands are out at the end of their driveways. All of them staring at your home. All of them palming their cocks. “Well, we all will get a chance to pump you full of our cum. Eventually one of us will take, but the baby will be Andy’s of course. Shh,” he puts a finger up to his mouth, shushing you, and then giving you an unsettling grin.

You slap him across the face. Wobbling as you back away from them, and Jessica laughs a horrible laugh. Too sweet. Too loud. Too obnoxious. But not real. Her eyes don’t crinkle at the edges. They don’t do anything but stare at you as you head towards your home. What in the world was going on?

“Can’t wait to see you fuck him. Later, I’m fucking this one here, and going to pretend I’m fucking you,” Jessica laughs again. To add emphasis to his words, he gropes his wife. “But she doesn’t make your pretty sounds anymore, Mrs. Barber. But do go on. I told him he needs to mount you, and take away your breath.”

You run away. Slinging the door open. The light doesn’t come on. The smoke detector is going off. There’s an odd stench. And…

“No,” your feet step into something sticky, and you look on the floor, ready to gag. Following the darkened red trail to see your husband face down in a pool of crimson. “Andy!”

A hard body comes up behind you, engulfing you in their wide menacing arms. A hand over your mouth, “Shh,” he coos in your ears. Your chest heaves with fear, remembering what that asshole said. “I’ve been waiting for you, Bunny,” fear encapsulates your body, and tears prickle your eyes. “We’re going to have so much fun. What do you say?”

His hand removes over your mouth, and you stare horrified at the once strong man crumpled on the floor, “Andy? Why him?”

“Because,” he spins you around to look at him, and you gasp. It couldn’t be. “He was fucking using you as a breeding tool. All he wanted was to see you swollen with his child. His perfect wife. Perfect family. Perfect little fucking town. You don’t even know, do you?”

His hands drop to his side, and you have this moment, and maybe not another to try and flee. He is too busy fussing about your life. The life that you were made for. Bred for. The life that you promised you would live for Andy! And now one part of it is gone, lying face down on the floor, and covered in blood. “Some things they can’t take away from me.”

You bolt. Run right past him and out of the house. If you were caught with him, he would die. He couldn’t stake claim on what is his. What your father thought he had broken. How was a wretch like Bucky going to claim the daughter of an elite. A daughter of the leader. No. He ruined all your father’s plans.

Slinging open the neighbors door, you stare in horror at Jessica as she sits there, frozen in time. Her eyes don’t even blink. Her husband walks out of his bedroom, his head tilting to the side, “Mrs. Barber, what’s wrong? Have you come to play?” This is a nightmare. A man that had his wife that was — was she even real? Is that why the obsession with you?

You dart out of his house, despite his screams of needing to play with you. It was all Andy wanted, a family. You and him. The perfect match except for one thing — him. Bucky. Your true mate. It was said that those didn’t happen, until there was a string that wrapped you and Bucky around each other so tightly. It was immediate. The moment you and Bucky locked eyes, no one else mattered. Having it broken was painful. But it was enough for you to comply because it meant he would live. He could survive and live a life of freedom while you were strapped to a man you tolerated.

Clamoring into another house, you slam the door closed. Trying to catch your breath when an odd voice, suspended in the air, taunts, “Come out, come out, wherever you are. My little Bunny always loved a chase. The adrenaline always got her so — wet,” the word wet is drawn out, sinister sounding. He had your attention, and he wanted to make sure he kept it. You flee. Running so fast away from him, and knowing just how impossible it was to fully get away.

House after house saw the wives sitting in complete silence. The most unnerving unmoving silence that stuck in your stomach and made you want to hurl. Running and running. Continuing to run until you stop. Falling to your knees, you cry. Screaming at what, you weren’t sure. The lie that you have been living? The chase? The taunting of the husbands? The women who were inhuman enough? You were utterly alone.

“Bunny,” you tilt your head up to the sky, screaming. You couldn’t run anymore. “Bunny, you don’t have to run from me.”

“I can’t have you,” you sob, lip trembling as Bucky kneels beside you. “And it’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“There’s one way to ensure that they can’t take you away,” you shake your head no, and Bucky tsks you. “Let me claim you. Have you the right away, and they can’t sever our bond. You are rightfully mine. Let us bond as one like we were supposed to,” would it be that easy? Could anything be that easy?

“You didn’t even know I’d been living next door. Well, you knew something was wrong. But Andy, he was too cock sure to realize the one thing that could ruin his life was right there. Let me have you, Bunny,” his lips go to your neck, and he peppers kisses up the column, ending at the shell of your ear, and you melt into him. “Mine.”

“Mine,” you repeat. His hands brush away the baby hairs around your face. Wiping away the glistening sweat that had gathered due to your fear. His lithe and tender fingers start undoing the buttons on your dress, and with every movement you sigh. Accepting that Bucky is yours, and you are his.

Eagerly you tug at his own clothes. Yanking off his shirt, and you cup his bulging length, whimpering. He is huge. Pulsing and hot, and so fucking big, “You can take it,” he assures you. He gently lays you down on the soft grass, and pulls apart your legs, “Mmm, I’ve dreamt of staring at you like this.”

He struggles to remove his jeans, and you yip as his cock springs free. “I’ll make it fit, Bunny,” you ached for him. Your cunt weeping, ready to accommodate his heavy, thick, veiny cock. Crawling in between your legs, he spreads you out further, while your fingers trace the mountains and valleys of his stomach.

“Mine,” your voice is so soft. Mine. Mine and mine! He is yours. He was always yours.

“I love you,” he says before spearing into you with one thrust, and you yelp out from the pleasured pain. It stings. It burns. Stretching you out in a way that you have never felt before, and yet the added pressure makes you yearn for more. For his movement and friction because you can take it.

And yet, “It hurts,” furrowing your brows, you stare up at him, wishing he would just move. Your body could adjust.

“I know,” he sighs, pulling out of your depths before burying himself back in to the hilt, and you see stars. “We’re building those bonds again. Thrust by thrust,” with every demanding word he pushes and pulls out of you. Your body writhes with finally having him the way that you were always supposed to.

“I’ll take care of you. This will look like a murder,” it was a murder, but you didn’t care. You had him. You cling to his arms as he picks up his movement. Over and over again sinking into your warmth. “They’ll think you were lost. We can be alone. Forever and ever.”

“Ever and ever,” you repeat, digging your fingernails into his skin. Marking him in a way that he is marking you. “Bucky!” He grunts as he jackhammers into you. Short and pounding movements right to the center of your being. You can feel him everywhere. Every inch. He is right where he belongs, in you. Growing in you. Being part of you.

Crashing his mouth into yours, his movements continue. Pushing. Pushing. And pushing so hard until your walls clench around him. Locking him in place, and his thick cream spurts so deep into your stomach. Lightning erupts through your perfect little town, sealing the deal that no one could break, except for one thing.

Until death do you part.

——

Your father makes a show out of not stepping into the blood. Glancing around the house. A big ‘FUCK YOU!’ Written in your husband’s blood on the garage door told him exactly who was behind this. But he needs to find you, unless….

“Took you long enough,” Andy groans. He takes a long draw of his cigarette, holding his stomach. “Paramedics are on their way.”

“Well, how was I to know that you couldn’t produce a child with her, while he survived. Two fucking years, and you never knocked my beautiful daughter up. And I heard what you were planning. I told you the entire state could fuck her, and she’d never get pregnant as long as he was alive, and maybe even after. Give them a few months to fuck like rabbits, and once she’s surely swollen, we’ll move in. You’ll have your one perfect child, and when he’s dead, maybe you can have your own spawn.”

“I could have died,” your father shrugs. “I don’t know who is more sick; you or this organization.”

“One you freely joined, Barber. Clean this mess up. We’ve got eyes on Barnes, and we’ll let you know when you can come get your wife again,” he leaves without another word. Head held high. “Hail Hydra.”

“Hail Hydra.”

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mrsdarkandyandere7 · 2 years ago

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Bad Neighbour

Pairing: Dark Andy Barber x (female) Reader

▶ This is a yandere/dark work and it may contain triggering content so please READ THE WARNINGS before. Do not read if minor.

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SUMMARY: Your neighbor is set on having you, no matter what you say.

WARNINGS: Harassing.

AN: Please, reblog and give me feedback.

“Andy, just leave me alone!” you almost yell but a small whine from your baby girl reminds you to keep it low.

You bounce your daughter on your chest, a hand protectively holding her tiny head, as if it would keep Andy’s attention away from her. You definitely don’t want her to grab his attention.

“I just want to talk to you, c’mon. Talk things out for our future together.” Andy takes a step closer to you, forcing you to quickly bounce backwards to put the couch in between you.

Trapped, that’s exactly how you feel. Andy is placed on the door’s way, your phone is upstairs and your husband is gone on a business trip. Andy couldn't have had a worse timing.

Your hands are starting to get clammy and it makes you hold your daughter with more vigor.

“Listen, Andy.” you carefully start, transferring weight from one leg to the other. Andy gives you an encouraging smile and you try to avoid looking into his eyes.

The baby on your chest mumbles something in her sleep and you rush your words out, anxious to get him out of the house.

“I’m really sorry for what happened to Laurie and Jacob, I really am. You know that me and Scott supported you guys and it was really sad what happened. But you need to move on with your life, Andy, and leave us alone.”

Andy’s smile dies down and he stares at you with a frustrated expression, but you continue.

“I’m happily married and I’m not going anywhere with you. You have to stop calling me all the time, stop following me around and just leave me alone. I’m not going to run away with you and abandon my daughter, my family.” your voice is shaky, but you manage to speak.

The smile disappears from Andy’s face and it’s replaced by an irritated frown, his jaw clenched tight.

“I’m not asking you to abandon your daughter. She can come with us and I’ll treat her like my own kid.” he declares, taking a predatory step towards you. Your heart pounces on your chest and your legs start to lightly shake.

“We’ll be happy together. It’s a fresh start for both of us, it’ll be good.” Andy’s voice gets lower as he approaches you, his usually composed appearance now disheveled, dark circles around his eyes as if he hasn’t slept for days.

After Laurie and Jacob’s death, you’re sure he hasn’t slept as he’s too busy harassing you.

“Trust me, we belong together and we’ll be so happy together, I know it. So you can either pack your bags and leave with me quietly or we can do this the hard way.”

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disappointmentofthefam · 10 months ago

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Love? Love. (part one)

(Andy Barber x reader)

summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?

*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*

Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.

His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,

at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!

Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid

By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.

"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"

Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"

As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".

Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans

are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine

Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say

It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again

what if he's a one night?

what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?

oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-

His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?

"Hi, Mr. Barber"

Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"

"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.

Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.

"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.

Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",

"Y/n"

Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling

Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.

Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight

"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"

"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.

Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.

An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.

Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.

"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"

Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave

"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".

Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'

did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-

Focus Y/n!!

Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him

a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-

you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals

you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole

he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"

"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"

he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-

okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.

As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face

"dad?, you good there?"

Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"

"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"

OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-

author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 2 years ago

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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Happy reading 🩷🌷

Bucky Barnes ✨

Though I have never read it by @tuiccim

Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Her by @avecra

bucky barnes x reader

Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)

Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis

Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader

Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Cordially invited by @navybrat817

Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader

Grandeur by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Crossing the line by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Give it to me by @flordeamatista

dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader

Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)

Send me an angel by @navybrat817

Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer

Bucky Barnes x female reader

You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista

knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader

Headstrong by @flordeamatista

beefy!bucky barnes x reader

The kiss by @lunarbuck

professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)

Namor ✨

Waves of love by @flordeamatista

Namor x reader

Ari Levinson ✨

Flamingo king by @onsunnyside

Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader

Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight

Biker!Ari x Reader

Excelled by @syntheticavenger

Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey

farmer!steve rogers x reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Sleepy sex by @worksby-d

Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Hold my heart by @flordeamatista

boyfriend!andy barber x reader

Joel Miller ✨

Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings

no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader

Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink

joel miller x fem!reader

Lloyd Hansen ✨

Gratitude by @kinanabinks

Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader

Multiple characters ✨

Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy

Peepshow by @labella420

Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader

Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight

Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader

#fic rec #april fic rec #bucky barnes #namor #ari levinson #steve rogers #eddie munson #andy barber #joel miller #lloyd hansen

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jamneuromain · 2 years ago

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Wishful Thinking Chpt. 6

Andy Barber x You (Reader), no use of Y/N

Alternate Universe - College AU

Summary: A new semester. A new task. A new boyfriend, your previous professor, Andy Barber. Everything seems to be going on the right track. So why didn't it?

Warning: Angst, inappropriate teacher-student relationship, power imbalance, age difference, explicit language, Possessive!Andy Barber, CHEATING, Assault

A/N: This fic has some disturbing themes, and discusses potentially upsetting topics. Please read through the warning before engaging with the fic. As I have said, the fic has mentioned a number of (potentially) triggering and heavy topics, you don't have to engage further if you feel uncomfortable about one or more topics.

Wishful Thinking M. List Dancing in the Daydream M. List

Someone knocks on the door in a rush.

You weren’t thinking. You are so certain it must be Andy, hurrying back to change his clothes. You weren’t considering any other possibility, such as the neighbor comes knocking because there’s a leak in the pipes. You are so sure it’s Andy.

Only that Andy doesn’t need to knock.

He could have opened the door with his keys.

“Hey, I wasn’t expecting you’d-” Your sentence is cut off, as you open the door and your eyes land on a woman.

A skinny brunette about your height. Her hair is a bit tousled, her dark brown cardigan slightly out of place, as you believe it’s not that chilling in the middle of the day. Nevertheless, you cautiously ask the woman in front of you: “Hi, how may I help you?”

The brunette looks inside the house over your shoulder. She blinks a few times more than necessary, as if she was startled by your question, “I uh- is Andy here?”

Your thighs and calves suddenly get chilly as you realize you are still dressed in Andy’s clothes, which barely covers your thigh. You chew on your lower lips before answering, “No. I’m afraid not. He has gone to work. Do you want to leave a message?”

“What?” The brunette grips the hem of her cardigan, looking like the cardigan is biting her somehow. “What was that?”

You naturally think you replied in a small voice. You clear your throat, repeating your answer, “He’s at work. I’m sorry, who are you?”

The floating sight drifts around the interior of the house, before returning to you, “I’m Laurie. Laurie Barber.”

“Oh.” Barber. She looks too young to be his mother. So… “You’re his … sister? Cousin?” You open the door some more, “sorry, uh, do you want to come in?”

“And you’re …?” Laurie tilts her head, looking confused.

You wrap his shirt around you in slight embarrassment. You are not ready to meet his family right now. You weren’t even dreaming about this part (or thinking about it, to be honest), as you just started to build a relationship with Andy.

Deep down, however, you want to share this news with someone. Anyone.

A bashful grin sneaks on your lips, you lower your head, still embarrassed, but with a hint of happiness laced your voice, “I’m … umm his girlfriend.” You never met your boyfriends’ – whether the relationship serious or not- family before. And it’s not like Andy is open about his family or his past. Speaking of, he hasn’t even mentioned his childhood to you. Or the family members in his family. Hence, you have no idea who this Laurie is, or whether she is friendly to Andy.

You are a bit nervous so you hastily apologize for the both of you: “I’m sorry. Andy is not particularly sharing about himself. And it’s only been a few weeks since we were … a thing. I’m so sorry you saw me like this. Actually, we are not really clear about the relationship, we’re more just … rolling with it? See how it goes? It’s fairly new to both of us.” Gosh you are so nervous, you are giving yourself goosebumps.

“Girlfriend.” Laurie murmurs.

“Yeah, it’s-it’s new. And I don’t want to jinx it right now.” You let out a long exhale.

“A few weeks. You say.” Laurie repeats your words, more like a statement than a question. The fact that she hasn’t told you who she is to Andy makes you nod hesitantly.

She cannot be his mother, right?

If so, she looks way too young than her actual age.

“Yeah.” You add, “We’re not living together.” You are extra conscious of his shirt on you and how this all seems, when Laurie stares at your neckline.

You are so glad Andy didn’t pull any funny business and leave marks on your body last night, and also this morning. He’s a man of his words. Or you would be digging a hole all the way to the core of the Earth and burying yourself in it right now.

“Together?” Laurie’s eyes look right into yours. The way she doesn’t blink and her eyes almost pop makes you slightly uncomfortable. For a second, you mistake her as a viper, slither its body, crouching low, waiting for the kill shot, eyes on the victim - you.

“Together? I guess. But we’re not-” there yet. You try to explain, but a loud smack on your face blocks whatever comes out of your mouth.

Your ears ringing, vision pitch black, a faint taste of metal lingers on your tongue. It prickles when you swallow on instinct.

What just happened?

Your palms cover your cheek, where it burns and stings.

“Stay away from my husband, you home-wrecking bitch.” Laurie steps close, her icy eyes full of taunt and contempt. The feeling of being watched by a dangerous predator sneaks up your back, you shiver uncontrollably, barely able to breathe. She pulls your hair back, making sure that you are listening closely to every word of her threat, “Or I’ll make your life a living hell.”

With that, she lets go of your hair, when your body drops to the ground with a dull “thunk”, as your legs turn weak. She slams the door, the loud noise echoes in the apartment.You can hear your mind going blank with a deafening buzz. Your heart threatens to jump out of your chest. And your face. Oh God your face.

You get up from the ground, moving yourself to the bathroom, checking yourself in the mirror. Your left cheek is a bit numb. But luckily there’s no trace of you being smacked just now. A faint smear of red on your cheek. Though it doesn’t look like leaving bruises any time soon.

She’s lying.

Laurie is a fucking liar.

You change your clothes into the T-shirt and jeans you wore last night. Packing his suit in your backpack.

Andy wouldn’t lie to you.

Andy has been so soft and sweet.

Sure, he has treated you roughly during sex one night. But what could one night represent? That he’s a psychopathic freak?

You turn the engine on and drive down the road towards the university.

Andy is your boyfriend. And Laurie is this crazy stranger coming out of nowhere slapping on your face. It’s obvious who you should trust.

Of course, you should trust Andy.

Andy who has been considerate for your relationship, telling you to take your time to decide.

Andy who has never told you about his family, who has never shared about his past, and hasn’t had a successful relationship in his thirties?

Laurie’s unexpected visit planted a seed of doubt deep in your heart, and now the vines grow. They connect the dots that you have been ignoring or pretend there’s nothing to it. They crawl over your heart, thorns poking, making you bleed.

The incessant calls and texts he claimed are sales calls and texts.

The lacking of his wardrobe. You thought the clothes there were a bit too simple, with few clothes.

The absence of mind lately. He’s not paying attention. Maybe getting too rough too. Does that mean he’s a wife beater, seeing that Laurie is far from a peace lover?

Suppose Laurie is violent, and that’s a big “IF”, there’s no reason for him to lie.

He could’ve just told you that he had a terrible relationship in the past.

You try your best to calm down.

One more chance. You tell yourself. One more chance you’ll give him. You’ll forgive him if he would tell you the truth.

The truth.

What is the truth? Do you still dare to believe anything that comes out of his mouth?

Or he’s telling the truth? Laurie was delusional?

You park the car by the side of the road,

Andy’s office is located at Sackson House. A building you’ve only been to a handful of times in the previous three years because your classes were mostly in the Houlton Building. And the times you were there were only meant for scheduled office hours and the lecture Creative Writing. Not to mention you only have been to his office once.

The time he accused you of cheating in your homework.

Jokes on him because he’s the one cheating this time.

You grab your backpack.

About seven minutes or so from the start of the term reception, you stand in the elevator, patiently waiting for it to take you up to Andy’s floor.

This is the moment you’ve been both fearing and expecting. Ironically, like the first time you came to his office.

The crazy thing is, as you approach his office. You are suddenly less worried. Less concerned. As if you know how this would turn out – a break up.

What’s the worst that could happen?

You knock before entering, seeing Andy in his coffee-stained suit, flipping a fountain pen in his hand, clearly has nothing better to do than waiting for you.

You manage a smile, closing the door behind you.

“Hey sweetheart. How’s the ride here?” He stands up from behind the desk, approaching you, landing a small kiss on your forehead.

“Nothing much.” You pull his suit out of your backpack, handing him what he needs, “look Andy, I’ve been thinking.”

“Yeah?” Andy starts to shrug off his suit jacket, and unbutton his shirt.

You pull your backpack onto your shoulders, saying softly, “I don’t want there to be any secrets. Between us. If we’re doing this,” you suck in a breath, preparing yourself for whatever comes next, “this relationship, we need to be open and honest with each other.”

“Absolutely, sweets.” Andy nods in agreement, swiftly changing his shirt.

He’s distracted.

Which makes this the perfect chance.

Asking him.

The one and only chance you’ll give him.

And you pray for him to answer correctly – or is it honestly? Words that were supposed to mean the same but now their meanings vary miles away.

Honestly.

You’d want him to be honest.

Can you trust him though? With Laurie ruining everything? Ruining every idea you’ve had about the “perfect” boyfriend? About Andy?

“Anything you’d want to tell me? Anything you’d like to come clean about?” Calmly. Peacefully. Plain like asking him about the weather. “I don’t like to be kept in the dark, Andy.”

Andy is buttoning his cuff links. His movements slow down to a halt. His blue eyes focusing on you. Those warm blue eyes you thought so clear that you could see through his heart. They say the eyes are the windows of the soul. Yet you see nothing but a vast of blue, a pool of icy blue. The clear crystal color blocks all your prying sight out of his heart, his secrets. And maybe out of his wife too.

He smiles apologetically, “I do have a gift for you, sweetheart. But I hate to ruin the surprise.”

Right. His divorce papers, perhaps. Great gift. Brilliant gift.

Or better. His marriage papers. Even better. You think bitterly.

“Anything else you’d want to share with me?” You ask, the smile could barely manage itself on your face.

“Did I do something wrong?” His neck and shoulders seem tense all of a sudden, “did I forget to turn off the stove or something? You didn’t spy anywhere, did you, sweetheart?”

“I’m just being paranoid.” You smile, but the smile doesn’t reach your eyes. Gladly Andy isn’t standing too close to see that. “Nothing wrong. Relax, I didn’t spy. I’m just … insecure, I guess.” Yeah, because his past came knocking and you were the one to answer the door.

And there might be more secrets Andy is holding on to.

You shake your head lightly, making up your mind. This relationship has to end now. You weren’t the person to cheat in your homework, you refuse any actions that would tie you to academic malpractice. You certainly won’t tolerate Andy lying straight to your face.

At the bottom of your heart, you know. You know Laurie was telling the truth and Andy was lying.

Even if he wasn’t married, he should’ve sort this shit out with Laurie first.

No. You’re done with him.

But a proper goodbye first. You know for sure, you’ll miss him. Even if he’s an asshole.

You walk over to the table to hug him. One last time. One last hug.

He’s been kind to you. During this whole relationship.

He’s a nice boyfriend. Nicer than the ones you’ve been with before.

You crane your neck to look up at him, raising the corner of your lips, “thank you, for being honest with me.” For telling me who you really are. “I love you.” You love him. But that’s it.

Kissing his bearded chin, you let go of your arms, the whiff of his cologne on the tip of your nose. You know it’s the goodbye. Saying goodbye to the wild sex and the soft aftercare. Saying goodbye to the amazing dates you’ve been on. Saying goodbye to Andy.

“See ya, Andy.”

You putting up your hand to wave a little, stepping out of the office, closing the door behind you.

You didn’t bother to see his face. His expressions. You didn’t not try to read into it. A goodbye is a goodbye.

A goodbye to the best relationship you’ve had so far.

The door clicks shut. Cutting off your beloved Andy, and your broken relationship behind you.

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#andy barber #andy barber angst #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #andy barber x female reader #defending jacob #andy barber fanfiction #professor!andy barber #student reader #dancing in the daydream #wishful thinking

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logical-grave · 2 years ago

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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥 ℂ𝕙. 𝟙

|| Pairing || - Dilf!Andy Barber x Reader

|| Warnings || - None so far hehe. Actually, andy barber is a warning himself. Very fluffy and slow burn-ish? Reader is 20 and Andy is early fifties 😀 so yea, but of an age difference. This is in first person too.

|| Summary || - It’s the summer before junior year of college and your neighbor can’t seem to keep his hands off you.

|| A/N || - IM BAAAACCCKK AAAHHH ahem sorry. I literally started writing in this acc and then dipped and now I'm getting back Into it hehe, I cant help myself. But yayyty this is the first chapter of my first series and I'm so excited omg omg

|| Word Count || - 2.8k

There was a light breeze that turned the tip of my nose cold, enough to tickle the hair on my face that removed me from an enticing trance. Six, seven months, maybe since the new family moved in known as the barbers. They had a past, I'm sure of it but who the hell am I to bring it to the present? I mean, for whatever reason they moved here, it was to escape and though marathon wasn't paradise on earth, it cut close.

The for sale sign on their clean-cut lawn lasted as long as a blink, the listing to our left being sold as soon as it was on the market and that sparked many eyes to center on it. But that lasted a week and only that before the barbers deemed this villa to be their retreat in the cruel world that surrounded them. No one knew who they were or what happened that caused them to move from the chilly climate of Boston to the humid one of the Florida keys. But they're here and they've piqued my interest.

“Honey, are you dressed?” it was a voice, one aged yet high pitched, belonging to my stepmother Rose. She was nice, she liked my father enough to stick around when he had arrogant outbursts but those weren't introduced to her until he was engaged to her. She was tall, slim, and at the age where all her veins were prominent against her skin but she pulled you in with stories of where she seemed to live another life. It made me wonder how she ended up here, with my father, and taking all his shit when those stories she told could live on.

Maybe that's where I came in. to pass her stories onto me and do my best to make my own. “You're 20, you have so much ahead of you.” Those were her words, ones she repeated to me many times as if she wished to tell herself that at my age. Either way, it was too late to feel bad for her but she was right. I'm only 20 and I, like her, would like to tell stories to young women that reflect me at this age.

“Coming,” I called through the door and backed away from my bedroom window, shutting it after myself. There was already an ache on my shoulder from the weight of the bag I prepared for a day on the sandbar, an extra bathing suit, an extra set of clothing, sunscreen, a hat, and a book to indulge me later on. I twisted the handle that opened to the narrow hallway of the beach house my father bought in 2000 and he's been accustomed to renting out to families that escaped the north and decided my summer before junior year of college was a good time to put it to use.

Rose stood in the kitchen, hunched over sandwiches she made to keep our stomachs from rumbling in the dead center of the sea. She also packed salt and vinegar chips, my favorite which she made a point to always have on hand when I craved a snack. Not a word left my mouth as I stepped past her to the patio, watching as my father used the freshwater hose to clean the inside of the boat. “Hey, sweetheart, hand me the cooler would you?” My father asked, his arms outstretched and his eyes switched from my own to the cooler on my left. A nod from my head prompted me to grab the handles on either side of the blue cooler, lifting it and straining slightly as I heard the movement of ice inside of it. “Jeez,” I said, lifting it above my hips in an attempt to hand it to him easier and he removed it from my grasp without much effort. A huff left my lips as I trained my gaze over the docks that lined all the beach houses, a weird way to set up a neighborhood if you didn’t own a boat.

“Where’s rose?” My father asked and I removed my bag from my shoulder, sighing in relief at the loss of weight off my shoulder as he placed it in the storage compartment at the front of the boat. “She’s inside getting the food. I’ll start locking up.” I spoke, unsure if what I said processed through his head since he was the type to act as if he was at times and I wasn't certain if that included now or not. My hand reached for the keys that hung above the outdoor freezer, usually used to store bait and fish. He flaked and gutted which made the keys in my hand smell. It also wasn't the best idea to have the keys in such an open space but surprisingly crime was low here and the worry about intruders was not a common one. “Don't lock up, yet. We’re still waiting for the barbers.”

My body tensed at the name, the step I was about to take to the side entrance contracted my muscles and a wave of numbness pushed through me. I tightened my grip on the keys in my hand, surely making a mark in a jagged manner due to the shape. “The barbers, father?” I cringed at myself for a moment, knowing I reserved the endearment for when I was conflicted and looked to him for some false sense of security but what does he know?

“Yeah, they’re joining us but they should be here already.” He looked to his right, their house tall and prominent in his view but the windows or doors showed signs of life. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, a sound I didn’t want to be accustomed to yet the familiarity of it started to push that wave of numbness again. Torn in two, my mind attempted to look for the decision of if I should go inside and dread meeting them until Rose was with me or turn on my heel and give them a blinding grin.

I don’t know why I was scared to meet them, maybe the small anxiety of having to make conversation or the itching curiosity of why they were even here needing to be answered but a conclusion was made for me. “Sweetheart, come say hi.” my father's deafening voice rang behind me and I gulped the lump in my throat that formed without my notice. I dangled the keys in my hand, allowing them to jangle and I pulled back my shoulders to straighten my posture. My mind made quick laps to gather whatever information I already knew about them and all I could sum up was Mr. Barber is a defense attorney, Mrs.barber was a teacher, and their son was six years my junior. Great, prepubescent, and raging hormones.

I turned around, a grin on my face as I looked over the new faces and almost made a sharp intake at first glance. one thing is for certain, striking looks ran through the family. I picked up my feet, stalking towards them with hesitant steps and a vague idea of how to even approach them. “This is my daughter.” my father introduced my presence, the weight of all their eyes on me as I held my hand out towards Jacob who stood the closest to me, and shook his hand. I held back a grimace, feeling the clamminess of his palm and comparing the difference between his and his mother's that felt like a plush felt.

I shook Mr. Barber's hand, the contrast between ours; his calloused and rough, mine delicate and chaste. “Nice to meet you, Darling.” He smiled, his blue eyes piercing into my own as his large hand enveloped mine, a charm from the small action emitting from him. There was a palpitation in my chest at the pet name he gave me in such a short amount of time of knowing him, telling me he was an affectionate man, one that didn’t have many boundaries. “Nice to meet you as well.”

The loud shut of the side door caught my attention, Rose exited the house and struggled a bit to balance a platter and a large bag. Feeling a slight of pity, I walked up to the patio and grabbed the bag, the familiar heavyweight back on my shoulder making me pout. We neared the dock once more and Rose introduced herself to the barbers as we all piled into the boat. “Thank you,” I muttered to Mr. Barber as he held my hand to assist in my descent into the shallow boat, taking my seat at the front to pull in the ropes that hooked us from drifting away.

Jacob made himself comfortable next to me and I smiled warmly at him. “So, what school do you go to?” he yelled over the growling engines that cut through the water and I shook my head. “I don't go to school until I reach the fall.” I shrugged with my sentence and he nodded, vaguely keeping his interest in me. I held back an eye roll and looked over my shoulder toward the back of the boat. Mr. Barber leaned into Mrs. Barber's ear, a joke he made causing her to laugh and hide in the crook of his neck.

His eyes met mine, only for a moment at least, as he tilted his head. I blinked before turning around and facing the front of the boat once more. Our destination was already in sight because there were a few other boats anchored in comfortable positions, drifting slowly from the waves we made in tow. The loud growl of the boat engines began to stutter to a stop, finally being able to speak to one another without yelling at the top of our lungs.

“Think you can toss the anchor?” I hear my father call over his shoulder to Mr. Barber, watching as he chuckled dryly at him. “You insult me.” Mr. Barber stood, slipping past me on his way to the tip of the boat, opening the compartment where the anchor is stored, and held it just over his shoulder. My eyes trailed the hand he had holding the anchor, moving down towards his bicep which bulged due to the weight, the veins in his forearm presenting themselves just under his skin. Subconsciously, I crossed my legs and turned away as I heard the splash of the anchor hitting the water.

Mr. Barber opened the storage compartment, reaching for the red-striped bag that Laurie had brought with her. “Here, honey.” He smiled at her as she now stood beside me, Jacob and I standing together as I grabbed my bag. Making my way towards the back of the boat, I removed my ragged shirt that has seen better days, and my shorts that were now tighter than I’d like after the half rack of ribs I consumed last night. I stuffed my clothes into my bag, placing it inside the bait well before hanging my legs over the side of the boat and jumping in.

The water was perfectly warm due to the piercing sun shining over it. I sunk into the salt water just under my chin before turning onto my back, enjoying the laxity of floating above the waves. “Beautiful day, huh?” Mr. Barber's voice interrupted my serenity and I stood on my feet, blocking the sun out of my eyes to obtain a better look at him. “Mhmm.” I nodded, looking at the ripples of his torso, the structure of his muscles is something he’s surely worked for and still maintained at his age.

“How old are you?” He asked and I looked at him curiously. “Turned 20 a couple of months ago,” I answered, my fingers each dipping into the ocean that surrounded me, and watched as the small droplets fell from the tips. “Fun age. Getting drunk, knocking out on the couch of your friend's dorm. The good old days.” He smiled, reminiscing his younger years as he ran his hands through his hair. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t drink.” I commented, ready to swim back onto the boat for some light reading.

“I get it. You’re a good girl.”

I looked at him and his eyes were dark, the blue of his eyes now a thin ring around his pupils. A logical reaction to his words has yet to cross my mind as I stared at him blankly. “Sweetie, come here!” Laurie called for him and I watched as he took two steps back before turning and walking back toward the boat.

Ignoring what he said, I continued to drift yet his words seemed to tattoo themselves onto the side of my brain.

—-~—-

I pulled the back of the sundress down, the length not exactly keeping me modest. It was navy with bundles of pink and white flowers printed onto it, the build of the dress wrapping my waist in a flattering manner. After the sandbar the day prior, the barbers kindly invited us to dinner, an outing on their dime. For a scarce small town, it still had its fair share of restaurants that had forks on the left and knives on the right and to place napkins on your lap.

“It’s under the name Barber, a reservation for six at 8:30.” Mr. Barber greeted the host with a smile and he scrolled through the large tablet before him as he nodded his head, confirming the reservation. “Right this way, please.” The host piled 6 menus in his arms, leading us through the restaurant. The ambiance was nice, dim but just enough light to maintain the aesthetic they’re going for. The white cloth of the tables was soft and crisp as if they just arrived from the dryer and we all took our seats.

I took notice to my left, watching as Mr. Barber claimed the seat there and rose to my right, all of us looking around the room in awe as we took in the others who dined as well. “What a nice place.” My father commented as he straightened his button-up. I nodded along, placing the aforementioned napkin in my lap, and took a sip of the water the waiter came and served us. “It’s gorgeous here, Andy. We can’t thank you enough.” Rose smiled, looking past me at Mr. Barber and I followed her eyes. For a moment, I saw his eyes flicker from my thighs to Rose, clearing his throat as he smiled at her. “Truly, it’s my pleasure.”

“So how’s it been at the office with George? I imagine he simply couldn’t sit still and do his homework.” Rose jokes, placing her hand on my father's arm. I let out a small breath, realizing now that the night would mostly be filled with questions made for the adults, telling me that I am now sided with the likes of Jacob. I looked over at him, seeing his face slightly illuminated, most likely by a gaming device just under the table.

“Office talk is the last thing I want to speak about at the table, honey. Did we tell you? Italy is absolutely beautiful this time of year…” My father continued and I drowned him out as he began to recall our first outing to Europe back in 2017 yet I couldn’t be bothered to listen to him rave about the beer and women there once more.

Then, a small gasp left my lips. The feeling of a large warm hand grazing the side of my left leg caught me off guard, almost making me tip the glass of water in my hand. My eyes turned to Mr. Barber who gave me a small smirk, his hand tucked behind my knee as his fingers smoothed over my skin. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the room surrounding me suddenly feeling smaller and hotter.

“Have you considered studying abroad, sweetheart?” Laurie said, looking over at me. I stared blankly at her for a moment before clearing my throat as I conjured up an answer. “Possibly, but for now I like where I’m at.” I gave her a weak smile as his hand trailed further up the side of my thigh, the tips of his fingers playing with the seam of my dress which I cursed at the short length. My hand stopped his own before he could progress, digging my fingers into his skin as a motion to stop but it seemed to urge him more. “That’s a nice dress, darling. Compliments you well. Doesn’t it?” Mr. Barber smiled kindly as if he secretly wasn’t making a move on his office partner's daughter under the dinner table. “Yes, you look gorgeous.” Laurie agreed and I couldn’t help the blush that crept onto my cheeks, more likely due to the hand that was causing my skin to feel as if it was on fire.

“Thank you.” I uncross my legs, dropping them both on the seat under me and tucking my napkin under the side of my thigh, sneaking small glances at Mr. Barber as a waiter introduced himself to take our orders

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holylulusworld · 2 months ago

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Jerk next door (7) - Plans to make

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris, Captain Syverson

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, mentions of past alcohol abuse, rueful Andy, mentions of murder

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Syverson rolls his eyes. For the better part of five hours, Andy tries to devise a better plan than killing your ex. “I can make it look like an accident. Trust me.”

“Sy, even if you make it look like an accident, it’s still murder. We are better than this rotten bastard. I don’t think Y/N wants to live with the knowledge that she’s the reason for Beck’s death.”

“What if he’s getting into an accident? We could manipulate his car; this way, Y/N won’t feel guilty,” Chris throws in. He grunts as Andy shakes his head again. “It’s a good plan.”

“Again—it’s still murder, Chris. No killing him,” Andy points at Chris. “I know you’d love to take this man down, but we can’t run around and kill people.”

Chris shows his palms and says, “Fine, fine. No killing. What else can we do? You must admit that we can’t protect Y/N for the rest of her life. She wants her home and life back.”

Sy rubs his scruffy chin. He wrinkles his forehead while trying to come up with a better plan. When Andy called, Sy had already decided to take Quentin down. “What if—” he takes his time before he says. “He commits a crime and gets caught with his hand in the cookie jar.”

“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Chris chuckles and slams his hand onto his thigh. “I knew you’d come up with a fucked-up plan. So, how do we do it?”

“It’s a rough draft,” Sy grumbles. “It’s the only way to make sure he cannot harm Y/N and won’t come back. If he’s locked away, there’s no way out.”

Andy frowns. He doesn’t share Chris and Sy’s enthusiasm. The skilled lawyer knows better than to keep his hopes high when it comes to justice. Sometimes you can give it all, and you will still lose. “If he gets sentenced. You know better than to have faith in our judicial machinery.”

Sy scoffs. “You’re an attorney lawyer and don’t believe in the system you defend every fucking day?”

“YES!” Andy barks and throws his hands up. “I see the worst scum walk out of the courtroom every day. I don’t have faith in the system most of the time. It disappointed me over and over again in the last few years. Even if he gets arrested after we faked a crime, there’s no guarantee he won’t get out.”

“Andy is not wrong,” Sy nods thoughtfully. “So, back to killing him?” He smirks at Andy. “Come on, you know that there is no other way. If you want Y/N to be safe, you must get your hands dirty.”

Andy grits his teeth and says, “No murder. Do you think they won’t look for Y/N? You know what the cops think, Chris. The partner, or ex-partner, is always suspect number one.”

“He’s not wrong, Sy,” Chris hates to admit that Andy is right. “We can’t kill him, and there’s no guarantee he won’t leave the courtroom as a free man.”

“What if I just give up?” You step inside the room. All three men look at you, following your every step as you sit down on the couch in Andy’s living room. “There’s no way out. Nowhere to run to. He wins.”

Andy winces because you look tired and worn out. It’s his fault. He blamed you for something you didn’t do, and there is no denying, he ruined your life. “No.” He simply says. “We won’t let him win. I lose against monsters like him in the courtroom. I won’t lose against that bastard.”

Burying your face in your hands, you sniffle. You don’t want Andy to watch you cry. He’s still the neighbor making your life a living hell. “Why do you even care? This is what you wanted! From the first moment you saw me, you wanted me to leave! I’ll be gone soon. Good job!”

“Christ, can you stop being so—” Andy sighs when you flinch at his harsh tone. “I know that I was the worst. Please believe me that I regret what I did. Let me at least try to make things up to you. Quentin Beck won’t hurt you ever again.”

“Alright,” Sy claps his hands. “It’s getting late. We won’t come up with a good plan tonight. I’ll take over the first shift and keep an eye on your house, Andy. Chris, you can take over in three hours.”

“Got it,” Chris says and gets up from his seat. “I’ll check on Y/N’s house and make my round. Sy, be careful. We shouldn’t underestimate that slimy piece of shit.”

“Got it.” Sy tips his hat before walking out of the living room. “I’ll be in my hideout, Andy. You know the signal.”

“Got it.” Andy nods. You stare at Andy. Everyone seems to get their plan. Everyone but you. There’s not a chance that Quentin will leave you alone. You lost hope the moment you heard he was in town. “Y/N, you should get some sleep. Sy, Chris, and I will make sure that he won’t even get close to you.”

You’re too tired and emotionally drained to argue. Maybe it’s better to not see your end coming.

The floor creaks heavily under the intruder’s weight. He didn’t expect Andy’s house to be an obstacle. It was easy enough to get access to the neighborhood and to find out that his lovely ex-wife’s house is right next to Andy’s.

“Darling,” he whispers lowly. “If you let that bastard touch you, you’re going to regret it.” He hums and slowly creeps upstairs. He waited long enough for the other man to leave.

“What are you doing at my house?” Andy stands only a few feet away, watching Quentin’s face contort in anger. “You know, breaking and entering is a crime. And I have the right to defend my home and my girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend?” Quentin growls. He gets his gun out, aiming at Andy’s chest. “You’ll pay for hiding that bitch from me!”

Andy dodges the first bullet by dropping to the ground. He rolls behind the couch and waits for his chance.

“Do you think you can dodge the next bullet, too?” Quentin laughs and fires in Andy’s direction. He hits the wall, but nothing else. Picture frames drop to the ground and shatter. “Huh? Get out, coward!”

“You should’ve counted your bullets.” Andy gets up from behind the couch. He smirks before firing three bullets into Quentin’s chest. “What a pity, you broke into my house and tried to kill me and your ex-wife. What else could I do but give you what you deserve?”

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i-have-a-wonky-eye-too · 2 years ago

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The Florist next-door... Part 12

Andy Barber x reader series

<Part 11<

Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, mentions of sex, cheating, violence, plot twist!!, Neal being an ass, crying, angry!Andy, (GIF not mine)

Andy drew in a deep breath, smiling to himself as he walked down the hallway. He ignored the stares and whispers, no longer caring what other people thought of him. He was one step closer to being with you and that's all that mattered.

"Hey, Barber!"

Andy's eyes fell shut as he drew in another deep breath before looking back at Neal with a frown. "Neal." He nodded before facing the elevator doors again.

"Hey. I hear you're not coming back." He said. "What gives?"

Andy shrugged, "Just, moving on to better things, that's all, Neal."

Neal nodded, "Sure, I get it..." Neal stood by Andy's side and eyed him out the corner of his eye. He began smirking to himself. "You know your hot neighbor?" He asked as they walked onto the empty elevator.

Andy frowned, "Y/N? What about her?"

"You seen her dating anyone recently?" Neal asked. "I've been thinking 'bout asking her out."

Andy's hands balled up at his sides, "No, I haven't." He cleared his throat. "She's not really shown any interest in anyone after what her ex-husband put her through." He began to smile to himself as he looked down at his feet. "And, don't take this the wrong way, Neal, but I don't think you're her type."

Neal nodded, "Right. Sure... So, what is her type? Married men?" He smirked to himself.

Andy turned to face Neal with a growl.

"Okay, listen," Andy pushed Neal back against the side of the elevator. "What you think you know about, me and Y/N, you don't. So fuckin' keep your mouth shut." Andy glared at him.

Neal began grinning. "I didn't mean anything by it, Andy."

"Bullshit. She told me what you said to her." Andy jabbed his chest. "You leave her alone, understand?"

"See. It's stuff like that, that makes people think the two of you are screwing." Neal smirked at him.

Before Andy could say anything else the doors began to open. If it wasn't for the people that were waiting to get in the elevator, Andy would have kicked Neal's ass.

"Juat leave her alone." Andy stepped back from him and stormed out of the elevator.

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"Y/N!" Jacob shouted down to you from his bedroom window.

You looked up as you shut your car door, "Jacob." You smiled up at him. "What's up?" You asked.

"Can you help me?"

"With what?" You asked.

"This stupid game." He huffed. "I'm still stuck on the same level I was the other day." He frowned.

"Oh," You looked over to the empty drive. "I... Can't really, Jacob, I-"

"Please," He pleaded, giving you his best puppy dog look.

You groaned and looked back over to the empty drive. "Fine. Five minutes." You said firmly.

"YES!" Jacob cheered as you made your way over to the front door.

You hated being inside that house. It reminded you that Andy wasn't yours and filled you with guilt. But you couldn't say no to Jacob, and it wasn't like Laurie was home.

"Go that way... Then, down there." You pointed on the screen. "Then round the corner, but stay low." You smiled as Jacob followed your instructions. "That's it." You looked out of the window at the sound of a car pulling up and frowned. "Shit." You whispered and looked back at Jacob. "I should get going, Jacob. Your mom's home." You frowned.

Jacob grunted as he continued to play his game. "I wouldn't leave yet. She'll only be mean to you if she bumps into you." He frowned.

"What difference does it make if I stay here? I can't run if I do."

"She won't come in here." He looked at you over his shoulder. "Trust me."

You nodded and briefly looked at his closed bedroom as if Laurie was just going to walk in and start trouble before focusing back on Jacob and the game.

The front door slamming shut caught your attention before you heard two pairs of hurried footsteps running up the stairs along with laughing before another door was slammed shut. You raised your eyebrow and looked at Jacob as he looked over his shoulder.

After a couple of minutes, the unmistakable sound of moans and bed springs began to come through the walls making both you and Jacob look towards the door shocked.

"Ew, tell me they're not." Jacob groaned dropping his head into his hands.

You gulped feeling your heart break at the thought of Andy breaking his promise to you. Tears formed in your eyes as you heard Laurie moan in pleasure in the next room.

Why would he do this? He said he loved you. He promised he didn't love her anymore.

Your cell began to go off beside you on Jacob's bed startling both of you. You quickly grabbed it, clearing the lump that had formed in your throat and answered it.

"Hello?"

"You're not, Jacob." Andy said taking you by surprise.

"Shit," You looked back down and realised you had picked Jacob's cell up instead. "Sorry, Andy, I thought it was mine." You said catching Jacob's attention.

He frowned, "That dad?" He asked confused, still hearing his mom next door.

Your brow creased, "Wait. Where are you?"

"Almost home. Why? Where are you and Jacob?"

Your eyes widened, "Oh, hmm- JACOB!" You called out trying to stop him as he shot up out of his seat knocking his stuff over. You followed after Jacob, unable to stop him as he barged into his parents bedroom. "Oh, no," You looked away.

Jacob froze as he witnessed the handy man (who you had recommended to Andy months ago) jump off the top of his mom and the pair scrambled to cover themselves with the covers.

"WHAT THE HELL, MOM?!" Jacob screamed at her.

"Jacob!" Laurie looked at both of you panicked. "What's she doing here?" She scowled at you.

You scoffed and grabbed Jacob. "Really? You've got the handy man, balls deep in you and I'm still the bad guy. Fuck you, Laurie." You spat.

You moved Jacob down the stairs and out the door just as Andy pulled up in the drive way next to Laurie's car. You groaned and looked back at the house, this was not going to go well.

"What's going on?" Andy asked as Jacob ran up to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, finally letting his tears fall. "Sweetheart?" Andy looked at you.

You gulped as you looked at him. "Uh, you need to stay calm, please, Andy."

"Why?"

Before you could open your mouth, Laurie raced out of the house panicked, wrapped in a robe and barefoot, with the handy man following after her, still trying to dress himself, only to come to a stop as they came face to face with Andy.

"Andy, I can-"

Before you could register what was happening, Andy had pushed Jacob into your arms and marched over to where the half naked handy man stood beside Laurie and punched him in the face. You covered Jacob's face as Andy repeatedly hit the man, over and over as Laurie screamed at him to stop.

"Make him stop, Y/N. Please." Jacob pleaded.

You nodded and cupped his face, "Go to mine." You ordered softly and pushed him towards your house. You took a deep breath and walked over to Andy. You reached out and grabbed his hand as he pulled it back to hit the man again. "Andy, stop."

He looked at you over his shoulder, his eyes wild like a mad man before he slowly calmed down and let the man go. He nodded and stood up looking back at Laurie angrily. "Get your shit, and get out! I want a divorce!"

You looped his arm around your shoulders and your arm around his waist and together you made your way to yours. You chose to ignore the stares from the neighbours that stood out in the street watching things unfold as you walked inside your home and shut the world out.

"Dad?" Jacob stared at Andy from the kitchen.

Andy looked at him and shook his head, tears finally falling as Jacob ran up to him and wrapped his arms around the pair of you. "M'sorry," Andy whispered, wrapping you in his arms too.

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jadedvibes · 3 years ago

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Barrister Beau's ◈

You and Bucky were rivals all throughout law school, but over time you became best friends and fell for each other. A miscommunication leads you to think Bucky is not interested in you so you stay friends. Bucky finally admits the truth when he sees you with another man.

Everything

Your best friend sees you out with another man and finally musters up the courage to tell you how he feels.

Hearsay ✶♡

Your colleague makes you an interesting proposition after overhearing you talk about a bad hookup.

Yours ✶♡

You broke up with Bucky right before college to pursue your career goals across the country. You didn’t think the first time you’d see him again years later would be in your office after he was arrested for a crime you know he didn’t commit.

Worth the Wait ✶

You and Bucky have happily reunited after his wrongful arrest brought the two of you back into each other’s lives. Now the only battle you both have to face is getting ready for Christmas dinner with your parents. Continuation/Christmas fic for Yours.

Foolish Heart ♡

You thought Bucky would never want to settle down, but it turns out you were very wrong.

Warm Comforts ◈

A sudden breakup causes you to feel self-doubt and insecurity about your situation. Fortunately, it’s nothing your sweet roommate and a little Legally Blonde can’t fix.

Crossing the Line ✶♡

After your friends set you up on a blind date with your sworn enemy, you both drunkenly decide to mess with them by making a bet to see who can pretend to be a happy couple the longest.

Happy When It Rains

After finding yourself stuck in heavy rain without an umbrella, you accept some help from a kind stranger. What comes after changes your life and outlook on love for the better.

Wanted ✶♡

You consider ending things with Bucky after seeing a girl come on to him, but it's not that easy, and you get a hard reminder about who he really wants in the clubhouse bathroom.

A Little Superstitious ♡

The school's football team needs a win and a certain blue-eyed player could use a kiss for good luck to help make that happen.

Marked ✶♡

Your secret relationship is nearly exposed when Natasha spots Bucky's neck covered in hickeys.

Uncovered ♡

Your secret relationship with Bucky is finally revealed. Part 2 for Marked.

Easy ♡

An impromptu night out at a local speakeasy results in you waking up next to your crush.

Always

Bucky realizes he's in love with you right before graduation, but you accepted a job offer across the country. Fortunately, nothing, not even distance can hinder the way you feel about one another. (mini series)

Promises ✶

You’ve been arranged to marry someone else, but with only one night left before Bucky redeploys, you decide to make a few memories you know you'll never forget.

Nightmare Barns

You take up your neighbor’s offer to do laundry at his place and end up with a great friend to go to a haunted pumpkin patch with. Tons of adrenaline, a crappy run in with an ex, and pumpkins lead to confessed feelings and fluffy times.

My Girl ✶◈

A quiet night of baking with your new boyfriend turns into something extra steamy when he finally gives you what you want for the first time. Continuation/Part 2 of Nightmare Barns.

Say My Name | Last First Kiss (tfatws!bucky x reader) ◈

Soft Blooms | Sweet Blossoms (florist!ari x baker!reader)

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marie-hoe · 4 years ago

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Friendly, Cookie Making Neighbor

AN: this is for @iraot ’s Wheels of Debauchery Challenge, I spun all three wheels and ended up with this :) You guys should definitely check the challenge out, so many possibilities with the wheels

Words: 2963

Warnings: Smut, 18+; overstimulation, oral (female receiving), spanking, daddy!Andy, Neighbor!Andy

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You hummed as you took a sip from your warm coffee between your hands, the bitter taste mixing over your taste buds with the caramel creamer you added. You stood in front of your kitchen sink, starring as you watched the neighbor move in across the street.

A man.

A rather attractive man.

No one else.

No children.

No wife or girlfriend; no sister or mother.

How curious.

Raising your eyebrows as he carried another box inside the house, you turned your back to the sink, thoughts racing on how to be the best neighbor possible, deciding upon the best way to welcome him to the neighborhood.

The coffee was sat down on the counter, hair pulled into a ponytail as you gathered the ingredients needed to make your neighborhood famous chocolate chip cookies. After mixing the batter, spooning the dough, cooking and cooling the cookies, you placed them on a nice plate and wrapped them with plastic wrap.

You smiled to yourself as you looked at the plate of cookies. They looked so tasty, so cute, and so delectable, but then you remembered that while the cookies appeared to be appetizing, you did not—not that your acts of kindness were in hopes of a little sugar, but you were recently divorced and growing bored.

Running up the stairs, you rounded the corner into your bedroom, feet carrying you straight into your walk in closet. Your fingers skimmed over the choices of clothing— the dresses, the leggings, that one jumpsuit that was to die for— but you ultimately decided upon something rather simple: a sundress.

Your pale yellow sundress, with light colored flowers scattered along the pattern, hugged your body perfectly. The sleeves were off the shoulder and the neckline offered a fabulous view, especially when you bent over.

You smoothed your hair down as you carried the plate across the road, licking your teeth clean as you walked to the door. You raised your hand to knock on the door, but was surprised when the door opened in the seconds before you could reach it.

"Oh- Hi," the man spoke, slightly startled at your sudden appearance.

You gave him a tight lipped smile, a blush creeping up on your cheeks as you got a closer look at the handsome stranger, while your hands held firmly against the bottom of the plate. "Hi, I'm so sorry to scare you. I made you cookies," you replied, raising the plate up to gesture to your hard work.

The new neighbor grinned brightly at you, arm extending into the house as he welcomed you in. "The boxes can wait."

You giggled softly, walking into his big home that was crowded with boxes still to be unpacked. He closed the door behind you, hand finding the small of your back to guide you in the direction of the kitchen. "Sorry for the mess. I've not had a minute to really unpack things yet."

You hummed a soft response as you followed him into the kitchen. The cookies were set on the counter as your brain clouded in an attempt to remember the feeling of the slight embrace from earlier. You watched his hands closely, searching for a wedding band, as he reached into his cabinets and brought out the only two cups on the shelves. "Moving is a long process, it can be hard and tiring to get everything in order," you offered as you smiled softly to yourself— no ring.

He chuckled, turning his attention back to you as he offered you a glass of water while taking the plastic wrap off of the cookies. "Yeah, especially when you have to do it alone," he muttered, seemingly more to himself as he cocked his eyebrows down at the cookies before returning his gaze to you as you stood on the other side of the island. "How about you? Are you..." he questioned, eyes darting down to your left hand where you once wore a ring.

You looked down at the tan lines on your finger, raising it up to show him as you cleared the air, "No, not anymore. He has a thing for secretaries apparently... and his best friend's wife... and the lady at the gas station on 3rd."

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head as your list continued, cookie shoved in his mouth as he mulled over the proper response. You giggled as you watched the wheels turning in his head, mouth nervously chewing the cookie in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm just trying to understand how someone could do that to someone who can cook like you," he replied softly, unsure if a joke with a dash of a compliment was the best course of action so quickly, but when you laughed at his comment, he knew it was the right one.

He wiped his palms against one another, brushing the cookie crumbs away from his skin as he extended an arm across the island to you, "I'm Andy. Andy Barber."

You smirked at Andy as you placed your small, delicate hand against his bigger, calloused hand and shook it softly, "(Y/N). (Y/F/N) (Y/L/N)."

He smiled at you as he repeated your name slowly, hand still slowly shaking yours, "(Y/N). Gorgeous name for a gorgeous woman."

You scoffed as you pulled away slowly, elbows leaning on the counter below you as your head landed in your hands, cleavage being pushed up by the granite below you. "You're a charmer aren't you, Andy? Are you flattering me to make you more cookies or do you have an ulterior motive?" You teased, a gleam in your eye let him know which of the two you preferred.

Andy narrowed his darkening eyes at you, tongue leaving his mouth to lick his lips as he mulled over whether or not his next question should be asked or not.

Fuck it

"Sweetheart, are you bending over my island like that because you want me to look at your tits or because you want me to fuck you from behind?"

You gulped, eyes widening slightly as you stared into his intense glare, body not moving from its stance. He smirked as he watched the friendly, cookie-making-neighbor demeanor leave your body and your eyes clouded over with dark lust.

Your ability to form words left your body, your focus on steadying your breathing while your imagination ran with the possibilities of what Andy Barber could do to your body. He brought a finger to your cheek, brushing hair out of your face as he brought his dangerously close to yours. His hot breath fanned your face as he continued to taunt, "Sweetheart, I believe I asked you a question."

You opened your mouth to answer his original question, but closed it again after still not being capable to make proper sense, a small breathy moan escaping your throat instead. Andy chuckled darkly, his hand grabbing your jaw to pull your face close to his, centimeters of thick air separating the two of you. "Bad girls get punished, Sweetheart. Are you sure you want to ignore Daddy?"

You took a slow, deep breath, fighting the urge to close the small gap between the two of you, the idea of being punished, in addition to the use of the new nickname, spurring you to be more defiant. You smirked at him before pushing your face into his touch, bringing his thumb between your teeth before sinking them into the flesh, tongue licking around the digit.

He watched you intently, a low groan leaving his body as he brought both hands to your face, pulling you up to close the gap between you both, lips mashing with yours. Your lips moved against his in unison, tongues tangling together in a battle of dominance that you knew you would be the one to give in to.

One of his hands roamed your body, down your arm and across your breasts while the other found its way into your hair. His nimble fingers tangled in the roots of your hair, pulling harshly, causing your lips to fall off of his. You whined as the sting on your scalp mixed with the pleasure of his teeth and tongue trailing along your jaw and down your neck.

Abruptly, Andy pulled away from you, pushing your head onto the granite counters as he moved his body behind you. His large hands lifted the hem of your sundress to expose your pantie clad ass to him, massaging the cheeks roughly.

"Daddy warned you, Sweetheart. Bad Girls get punished. Now, tell me, Sweetheart, do you think you deserve to be punished?" Andy asked as his rough digits squeezed your cheeks.

You tuned your head slightly to look back at him, whining as you replied, "Yes, Daddy. I was a bad girl." You leaned your hips back against him, shaking your ass to the side, waiting for any form of contact, as he chuckled lowly at the sudden obedience.

He brought a hand down on your ass harshly, providing you no chance to warm up or adjust to the punishment before his other smacked down directly after it. You hissed at the pain, face buried into the granite as he continued his assault on your reddening cheeks.

smack

Your hisses turned into whimpers, which turned into moans as you felt his hands halted their abuse and began to rub along the red marks left behind. A low groan left Andy's throat as he lowered his lips to your ass, kissing and licking over the area to soothe the sticking, while his beard prickled the skin more— a double edged sword of pain and pleasure that brought a dampness to your cotton panties.

He fell to his knees behind you, hands soothing over your ass before trailing down your thighs, groping your skin as he settled between your legs, pushing them farther apart to widen your stance. You leaned your head off the countertop, desperate to get a look at Andy beneath you until your eyes were closing in pleasure when he brought his fingertips to your core. His digits trailed up your clothed slit, taking a deep inhale before speaking lowly, "Sweetheart, you're dripping wet. Is all of that for Daddy?"

Your knees weakened as they wobbled at the inquiry, a soft moan leaving your lips as you whispered, "Yes, daddy."

He hummed a response, fingers looping around your panties as he pulls them to the side, exposing your slick covered cunt to him. "Such a good girl for Daddy. Bet your pathetic ex husband never even bothered to please you."

You gasped lightly at the words, forehead leaning against the counter as he stuck his tongue out to your cunt. His tongue licked up your core, from your entrance to your clit, flicking your clit before wrapping his lips around the bud. Moans left your mouth as you gripped the edge of the counter to hold yourself up, knees growing weaker at the sensations.

Andy's lips secured themselves around your bundle of nerves, teeth occasionally dragging along the sensitive spot as he sucked harshly, cheeks hallowed. Your moans were breathless, as your mouth fell open; your brain quickly clouded up as every intelligent thought left your senses. Suddenly, all you could think about was Andy:

his lips on your clit,

his hands squeezing your ass after smacking red splotches along your skin,

the way his cock was surely engorged and painfully pressing against his sweatpants,

and the way he was about to make you cum all over his face.

"Cover daddy's face, Sweetheart," he muttered against your core, tongue slipping between your wet folds. Your hips bucked against him softly, desperate for more as he continued lapping at your velvet walls.

He slapped across your ass as his tongue slipped back in you, bringing your orgasm the forefront. You dropped your jaw, a loud groan escaping as your knees went weak and you released your euphoria across his tongue. He groaned as he licked every drop up, making sure to clean up any mess you had made before standing to his feet with a devilish grin plastered on his face, beard covered in your slick.

You watched him breathlessly, face stuck to the granite as you looked behind you. "Poor guy doesn't know what he abandoned, does he?" He asked as he brought his sweat pants down, stroking his hard cock as you watched with widened eyes. "Don't worry, Sweetheart, Daddy'll be gentle," he muttered as he brought your panties to your ankles, leaving wet kisses along your skin as he stood back up.

"Maybe," he added quickly before shoving his cock deep within your walls, taking the breath right out of your lungs as you groaned loudly, hand reaching back to touch his tummy, to push him back lightly as you adjusted. He tsked as he grabbed your hands together, holding them against your lower back as he continued thrusting quickly and deeply into your cunt.

"Fuck, daddy," you groaned, eyes watching his face contort as he watched your pussy take every inch of his cock with every thrust.

He groaned deeply, "Fuck, baby girl. 's like you're made for me."

You whined against the countertop, the feeling of your pussy clench around his cock as it brushed against your walls perfectly, bringing you to your second orgasm. He felt the squeeze around him, bringing a hand to slap your ass harshly as his other one dug harshly into your hip. "You better not cum without me."

You tried gathering your breath enough to speak, focusing on the words needed to beg for a release, but was abandoned in your time of need when you felt Andy pull out of your cunt. You whined at the loss of contact, looking back at him as he stroked his cock behind you, a diabolical smile plastered on his lips as he groaned your name, jaw going slack while he spurted hot, white ropes across your backside.

He groaned whilst his eyes focused on yours, mouth watering for another taste of you as he watched you slowly sway your hips around, probably probing for a moment of friction. Andy reached around to this oven, pulling the small towel off of the bar before wiping your back clean. He chuckled as he turned you around and brought his lips to yours once again, moaning against your lips as you reciprocated a moan and pouted against his touch.

Pulling away from you, he pushed your hair behind your ears, moving the soft strands off of your shoulders before lifting you by your hips on to the island. He pulled a stool out, sitting in front of your core as he lifted your dress enough to slide his head underneath it, hands pushing your thighs apart as he lowered his face into your cunt.

"Gotta get another taste of this sweet pussy, okay baby girl?"

You whined as your fingers twisted around his short strands of hair, watching the protrusion under your dress move closer as you felt his tongue dart out and lap at your core, groaning when he felt how wet you still were. Your back arched as he pulled your hips as close to his face as he could get them, beard hairs prickling along your inner thighs as he nestled himself in the place he had grown to love the most— in between your thighs.

His lips found your swollen, sensitive bundle of nerves again, teeth lightly gliding over it and making your body jerk at the sensation. He growled as your body moved away from his at the impact, pulling you harshly back against his tongue as he purposely pushed his beard into your inner thighs in retaliation.

"Gotta cum, daddy," you groaned in a hot breath, chest heaving at the pressure building below your belly. "Can I cum, please, Daddy?"

Your begging brought a deep chuckle out of him, his laughter vibrating against your sensitive core and spurring you on to release your orgasm whether he agreed or not. His head popped out of under your sundress, watching your face contort and lips form an 'o' as his digits ravaged your cunt.

The fingers of one hand plunging in your core as the thumb of his other hand rubbed softly against your bundle of nerves at the peak, making you whine and whimper. Your hands grabbed onto his wrists, trying to pull him away from your overly sensitive core, to give you a moment to breathe and let you come down from your second high, but he was stronger than you. His fingers maintained his assault on your pussy, eyes starring deeply into your face as you writhed under his touch.

A long whine of, "daddy," left your lips as you felt a sudden third orgasm wash over your body and make your limbs quake.

"Oh, my fucking god, sweet girl. Give it to, Daddy," he groaned, lips lapping at your pussy to gather everything you had to offer. He hummed as you came down from your high, legs shaking involuntarily as your vision slowly began to return to normal as you watched him stand up and pull your dress back down.

You were breathless and speechless, never had your ex worried about making you cum once, let alone writhing underneath his touch as he made you cum three— and a half— times on his tongue. You giggled at the thought, watching as Andy smiled down at you and pulled your panties off around your shoes.

He stuffed the wad of cotton in the pocket off the sweatpants he had pulled back up at some point, throwing you a wink as he brought the plate of cookies into your view, "work up an appetite, Sweetheart?"

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after dark ⋆ andy barber (part 3)

dark!neighbor!andy barber x camgirl!reader, ft. devin peters x camgirl!reader

word count ⋆ 2.1k

warnings ⋆ smut! minors dni, cheating (laurie is cheating on andy, andy is implied to be cheating/will cheat) reader sends a video where she’s giving devin head, fingering, degradation, squirting, daddy kink, implied murder oop— ft. devin peters: oral sex (m receiving), slight degradation.

authors note ⋆ I HAD TO SWITCH ANDY FROM SOFT!DARK TO JUST DARK!ANDY YALL IN FOR A RIDE I WAS JUST WRITING THIS AND I WENT DOWN A DARK PATH SO HERE IT IS FINALLY PART 3

+ reminder of who devin peters is, he’s chris evans’ character in the movie don’t look up!

don’t forget to give me some love, reblogs and likes are very much appreciated.

previous part

shit, shit, shit!

as soon as andy scurried back into his home, he peeled through the curtain of the window near laurie’s favorite sofa— the one she was currently on.

“I need a ride to my yoga class, andy.” she spoke as she typed away on her phone, laughing at the texts she was receiving from a friend.

yoga class, sure.

he watched as you stood in place, dumbfounded before the movie star tugged you back towards the house, practically pawing at your breasts for attention.

you giggled as he kissed and sucked at your neck, shoving him away to play hard to get, took one last glance at mr. barber’s house, and sighed, convincing yourself it was most definitely a coincidence.

andy, on the other hand, was losing his mind.

so, you were living next door, what could he do about it? go up to the door and give a polite hello, make small talk and confess how he’s been touching himself to you for the past 4 months?

maybe how he’s dreamt constantly of pounding you into his mattress as you drool on his sheets, neither of you knowing whether you’re begging him to stop or keep ruining your hole.

“…andy! here’s fine!” andy hit the breaks, the wheel’s screech pulling him from his thoughts as laurie opens the door without a simple thank you or goodbye, running up to her friends.

he began to drive off, reaching for his phone, unlocking it and grinning for what he was challenging himself to do.

“hey, SIRI, uh, sex shops near me.”

NEXT DAY

tears had dried on your cheeks as you caught your breath, letting your boyfriend tease your lips with the tip of his cock.

“look at you, all hungry for this dick.” he hummed, his free hand holding up your phone, filming your every move.

you said you’d airdrop it to him later, but you had other plans for this home video.

“fuckin’ slut..” you shut your eyes to avoid rolling them, the degradation just didn’t come naturally with him, oh, but with mr. barber.

if your neighbor was indeed your favorite subscriber, he was in for a treat.

“why’s a mr. barber texting you on your site?I thought you didn’t entertain those freaks on your live chat?” devin pulled you from your thoughts when a notification pinged on the top of your screen.

wrapping your lips around his veiny cock, you sucked harshly, distracting him from the text message as he gasped out, hand forcing your head down as he began to fuck your throat in a sloppy manner.

the wet gagging noises sent him over the edge, overflowing your mouth with his sticky load— wasn’t the best taste. although, it still made your mind stray to how mr. barber—

“let me see it.” he groaned, cupping your cheek with a softness you hated.

you couldn’t make up your mind about this guy, no matter how many millions of dollars laid on his dollars

sure, he was an admired actor, celebrity crush to many, and you had him at your beck and call.

but you were insatiable.

you had daydreamed of becoming his girl, riding him in his luxurious cars, and being the pretty little thing on his arm at movie premieres, red carpets, you name it.

but hollywood was ruthless to girl with a job like yours.

maybe starring on the big screen and having paparazzi shadow you wasn’t your thing, but being loved after dark was, and you were okay with that.

opening your mouth, you revealed his load before you swallowed it, glancing up at him for some sort of praise but he just exhaled, sinking into the sofa as he put his softening penis away.

you snatched your forgotten phone from the couch and saved the video before reading the text message, feeling your heart drop to your stomach.

barber543

hello neighbor.

andy hid the newly purchased box of sex toy items under the bed, his chest swelled with pride when he imagined how ruined he’d leave you by the end of the night, have you begging for him to stay, to touch your sweet pussy again, and again, til you couldn’t bare another orgasm.

official-kitten

there’s no way it’s you

he chuckled, he could just picture your cute expression of brows furrowed together, biting at your inner cheek.

barber543

come over and find out.

andy was always the type to take charge of a situation, but he was positive you’d be his tonight. and every night after that.

swallowing hard at mr. barber’s recent message, you slid your back down against the bathroom wall, thumbs dancing across the screen.

official-kitten

I’m busy daddy

🎥 0:45

your heart pounded in your ears as you linked the video devin filmed of you, and sent it— it was a russian roulette, you had absolutely no clue what he’d say—

barber543

not even a minute?

did he return the favor? or are you just a cocksleeve.

bet he didn’t even touch you

his punctuation made you giggle, but your hand began to slither down beneath your panties, ghosting over your clit.

official-kitten

he didn’t even make me wet :(

barber543

I’m not surprised.

I’m guessing you’re all needy. and pathetic.

official-kitten

don’t be mean :(

your middle finger and ring finger began to rapid circle on your clit, the sight of your hand moving beneath your underwear made your heart race.

barber543

you don’t know half of it, princess.

come over, or I’ll fuck you stupid in front of your friend.

removing your fingers before you came, you breathed heavily, smiling at the texts as you stood up with a rush, exiting the bathroom as you called out for devin who had made himself busy in the kitchen.

“what’s up, babe?” he chewed on a simple ham sandwich, scrolling through his twitter feed, mostly raising his ego with all the complements and praise thrown his way.

“you need to leave, now.” you shoved his beanie into his chest as he frowned, scoffing.

“i need to do my skin-care routine, do my mani-pedi, you know,” you rambled nervously, but he came to be truly understanding, kissing your forehead.

“fine, fine! send me the video, dollface.” he walked out the door, inhaling the fresh boston air, looking around the calm neighborhood til he made eye contact with the man they’d encountered earlier.

andy waved at the celebrity with full intent of fucking you into his mattress, the bedroom floor, the kitchen counter, and laurie’s pitiful garden in the front yard.

“hey, y/n,” devin called over his shoulder, still narrowing his eyes at the floofy haired man, as you waltzed over to him, glancing up at him, “don’t go on stream tonight. got a feeling there’s gonna be some creeps on the live.”

“sure thing, devy,” you stepped on your tippy toes to lay a kiss on the corner of his mouth, “I’ve got other plans.”

you applied your gloss, extremely giddy to finally meet the man who had been paying for quite literally everything you could dream of.

you wondered what he did for a living, how he stumbled upon your live stream and if he thought about you daily.

what if he was a psychopath? you had lost count of how many people you had blocked due to their obsession with you, driving you to the point to being constantly paranoid, always glancing over your shoulder and double checking your door at night.

fuck it.

shutting your door on your way out, you fiddled with your fingers, cracking your knuckles which had been a nervous habit of yours.

til someone pulled up to the driveway.

it was a woman, brunette, with a disconsolate look on her face.

of course, he had a wife. why weren’t you surprised? most of the good ones were taken.

“oh! hello..” the woman wiped her drippy nose on her wrist, hugging herself as she stood in front of you, waiting for you to present yourself.

“i’m [y/n], lila’s friend. I’m house-sitting and i just- I can’t seem to, uh…“

“get the washing machine to start? cindy always has that problem, but luckily, my husband andy helps her out. it happens at least every week.” your jaw clenched at the information, feeling yourself turn green with envy, but your heart stopped when the man of the hour stepped out to the driveway, locking eyes with you.

“honey, lila’s friend here needs help with the washer, go.” she sniffled, causing andy to cup her cheek and angle her face up, allowing him to see her bloodshot eyes.

“what happened? where’s jacob, is he okay?” laurie nodded her head, clearing his anxiety a bit til he caught her left hand— ring finger, completely bare.

“we need to talk.” laurie muttered as andy wrinkled his nose at the scent of another man’s cologne on her.

“I’ll just-“

“no!” you and laurie whipped your heads at him, making him breath out a laugh as he reached for your hand— time froze, not just for you.

“I’ll help you first, I just need to get some tools. give her something to drink, laurie.” before you knew it, you began following him and his wife into his home, wondering what scheme he had planned.

he gently closed the door behind you, not missing the chance to place his hand on your lower back, leading you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of deep red wine, ignoring how his wife had excused herself to the upstairs bathroom.

alas, the two of you were alone.

slowly with a hint of intimidating, he began to corner you against the counter as you look down at your feet with natural submission, making him chuckle and hold your chin between his pointer and thumb.

“wait for me upstairs, second room on the right.” you glanced up at him with a parted jaw, “I want you playing with your pussy, legs spread, only wearing this shirt. go.” his command made you raise an eyebrow.

“you can’t tell me what to do.” your bratty response made him scoff as his hand slipped beneath your pajama shorts, cupping your mound as his middle finger dragged against your clothed slit, making you shiver.

“no? you sure about that?” he smirks at the wet spot on your panties, watching you squirm, in person? fuck, you couldn’t let you go. ever.

“tell daddy what you’re gonna do for him,” he whispers, his pulse accelerating when your trembling hand rose to caress his beard.

“I’m gonna play with my pussy and wait for him. and then, I’m gonna let him do whatever he wants to me,” you whimpered when he pinched at your clit, “let daddy use me and my holes.”

you were a damn menace with your words.

“you’ll be daddy’s cumrag?” he suggested as his hard-on grew against his slacks, compelling him to grind desperately against your stomach.

“yes, please,” you dragged out as looked up at him with lust filled eyes, leaning against him, feeling a bit lightheaded.

“and let me shove my cock in this little pussy when I feel like it?“ pushing aside your panties, his fingers began pistoning past your velvet walls, adoring the immediate debauched look on your face before he kissed your soft lips for the first time.

“anything you want— fuck!”

“beg for your daddy, kitten, beg for daddy to taste your pussy,” the squelching noises, his alluring voice, it was too much.

“fuck! daddy- m’ gonna squirt, ah! pleaseplease-“ he was quick to keep you from falling to your knees, grunting when your legs violently shook, your cunt spurting your juices on his cupped hand.

“my kitten, all mine,” he growled, his pink lips attacking your bare neck, sucking and nipping at your skin as you attempted to even your breath, but you still felt unsatisfied.

you needed to be fucked.

“want your dick, please, please,” you babbled out, your hands moved with a mind of their own, desperately wanting to touch him but he laughed, continuing to rub your slit.

“you’re a little slut, my wife’s in the house! what if she heard you?” he asked with a grin, removing his wet hand and beginning to lead to you out of the kitchen and up the stairs.

“hurts! I need to feel you inside me,” you pawed at his belt, making him sigh in content before he clutches your cheeks in his hand, it smelled of your scent.

“then fucking wait for me upstairs. second room on the left.” he demanded through gritted teeth, watching you scamper what was left of the staircase.

he rushes to the kitchen, grabbing the first knife he could get his hands on and heads back upstairs with an emotionless façade.

he couldn’t have anymore distractions tonight.

his job was to fuck you as many times you begged him to, and claim you as him.

“laurie, I’m ready to talk!” he calls out to his wife for the last time, gripping at what was to become a murder weapon.

well, only if the police found out.

┗━•❃°•°❀°•°❃•━┛

a/n; oh y/n, now he’ll never let you go.

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