#andy barber x wife

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Beyond These Walls in Front of Me

Pairing: dark!Andy Barber x f!reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Summary: Andy brings you into a new part of your home. Part of the Trapped AU.

Warnings: Dark elements, kidnapping, human trafficking, training, references to punishment, isolation - Just trust me when I say that this is dark. All of my work is 18+ - Minors DNI

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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A/N: And here is the winner of the poll I posted last week, asking you all to help me choose the next part of this AU to work on. Of all the options, this was the one that was least fleshed out in my head, but I really like how it turned out! A quick reminder that this is an out-of-order AU, so this one is obviously after reader's first day but before Christmas.

Big thanks as always to @paperweight91 who always tolerates me sending countless screenshots and answered my endless questions of "Is this too much? Not enough? Does it make sense??"

Any comment, reblog, or ask to let me know what you think will be greatly appreciated. Even if it's just screeching at me. As always, thank you so much for reading! 💜

You woke up at the buzz of your wristband. Andy’s arm was slung over your side as he snuffled into your neck in his sleep. You took a moment just to breathe, to gather your strength for the day. You could afford that time, you hoped. You didn’t think it’d put you behind schedule. Then, you got up, exceedingly careful not to disturb the man who shared your bed. You had learned your lesson, there. It was time to start your morning routine.

You took a shower, and using all the products he liked, cleaned yourself thoroughly. Once you were done and dried off, you applied moisturizer to your entire body. You’d given yourself a manicure and pedicure yesterday, so your hands and feet shouldn’t need attention, but you still double-checked to make sure the polish hadn’t chipped. Then it was time for hair and makeup.

Andy liked the sort of ‘low-maintenance, natural’ look that actually took forty-five minutes so you didn’t have time to waste. You got out all your toners, primers, serums, powders, gels, stains, etc. Thank god for the wide counter and twin sinks because you needed all that room to make yourself perfect for him. You avoided looking yourself in the eye in the mirror as much as you could. You already knew what you would find there. Emptiness. You didn’t need to see it again.

Once your makeup was done and your hair was in one of his approved styles, you tiptoed into the walk-in closet that he’d left unlocked and put on the outfit he’d picked out for you last night. It was a dress. Of course, it was. It always was. You hadn’t worn pants in… well, you weren’t sure how long. Time was slippery these days.

You stepped back into the bedroom to find Andy just starting to stir. You closed your eyes for just a moment, bracing yourself, then went to his side of the bed. With a gentle hand, you brushed his hair back from his face, then placed a soft kiss on his forehead. “Good morning, sir,” you cooed. Your hand traveled down from the top of his head to cup his cheek, just how he liked, and he nuzzled into it as he hummed sleepily. He didn’t open his eyes though, so you slowly pulled back your hand and made your way to the bedroom door.

You held your wristband up to the sensor and the door unlocked. You knew that if you looked back, you’d see Andy’s phone on his nightstand, lit up with the alert. So you didn’t look back.

As you walked down the hall, you couldn’t help the way you sort of held your breath as you walked past the punishment room as quickly as you could. Andy had taken to leaving its door open lately, in case you needed the reminder. You kept your eyes forward and didn’t look inside.

Once you got to the kitchen, you immediately started preparing breakfast. Andy had mentioned last night that he was in the mood for pancakes, so you got out the ingredients, along with eggs and bacon, and got to work. Breakfast was the most stressful meal to make because the timing was so delicate. Take too long and it wouldn’t be ready when he came out, which would displease him. But make things too quickly and they would just sit and get cold, which you had learned quickly also made him angry. So you kept an ear open to the bedroom and hoped for the best. 

It lined up well today because just as you were stacking the last pancake on the serving plate, Andy came out and wrapped himself around your back at the stove. He was wearing sweats and a T-shirt, so it must be Saturday. That meant you’d gotten to sleep in a little this morning. How nice.

“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he rumbled, in between peppering kisses down your neck.

You didn’t shrug him off. “Good morning, Sir,” you said. “Breakfast is ready.”

He made a hungry little moan into your neck. “Everything smells so fucking good. Including you.” He finally let you go, picked up the cup of coffee you had ready for him, and took his seat at the table.

When you brought the food over to him, he tilted his head up in expectation. Without grimacing, you lowered your head and kissed him. He took control, as always, with a hand on the back of your head. The most important thing was not resisting him. You’d learned that the hard way.

Once he released you, you started to move away so you could make your own breakfast (oatmeal and fresh fruit like usual), when he grabbed your hand, stopping you. “Hold on,” he said. “There’s something we need to talk about.” 

Your stomach dropped. No. What had you done wrong?? You’d been trying so hard to be good! You were good. You were. 

You nervously glanced at him to find him looking at you curiously. He held your gaze for a moment, then commanded, “Kneel.” 

You froze, for just a second. This was new. You weren’t sure where it was going. Maybe he wanted you to keep his cock warm while he ate. You could do that. You could. You could do a lot of things if it kept you out of the punishment room.

You dropped to your knees at his feet, looking up at him through your lashes and a wide smile bloomed on his face. He gently cupped your cheek with his hand and cooed, “Such a good girl.” Then he straightened his hand and tapped your cheek twice with his fingers. “Get up, sweetheart.”

You stood up, visibly confused, and let him guide you onto his lap. He just held you there for a bit, just stroking his hand up and down your arm. When he finally spoke, he said, “You’ve been so good lately. So obedient. I’ve noticed how hard you’ve been trying. How much you’ve improved.”

You didn’t need any prompting to say, “Thank you, sir.”

“You’re welcome, sweetheart. That’s why I think you’re ready.”

Your brows furrowed. “Ready for what, sir?”

The smile he gave you was gentle, proud. “To move upstairs with me.”

“Upstairs?” you gasped. You didn’t know how to react to that. Upstairs had always been a far-off future thing. Just do what he says so you can get upstairs had always been the mantra, but now that the time had come, what did it mean? What should you do?

“Yes, sweetheart,” he said. “Upstairs. We finally get to start our lives together.”

“I–” you started and stopped, suddenly overcome by fear. You didn’t know what was upstairs. You only knew the basement, only knew what to expect in the basement. “What do I need to do, sir?” you finally asked.

“Right now,” he said, his tone full of amusement, “why don’t you get me another cup of coffee? Then you can make yourself breakfast and when you’re done eating, clean up the kitchen. I’ll take a shower after breakfast, that should give you some time. Then I’ll bring you upstairs.”

You hated the relief you felt at knowing what to do. “Yes sir,” you said as you scrambled off his lap and headed straight to the coffee maker. Andy watched you with a satisfied grin on his face.

You turned around halfway up the stairs, Andy right behind you. “You’re sure this is ok, sir?” What if this was a trick or a test? What if he changed his mind when you got to the top and you’d be punished?

He just raised an eyebrow. “Are you second-guessing me, sweetheart?” His tone was still light, but you knew you’d messed up.

You shook your head frantically. “No! No, sir. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Whatever you want, I’ll do whatever you want.”

He brushed his fingertips down your cheek. “I know you will, sweetheart. Now, turn around and keep going.”

You did as he said and finished climbing the stairs. When you got to the top, you tried the door but it wouldn’t budge. You held your wristband up to the sensor but nothing happened. Oh god. As you started to turn around to ask him what to do, he crowded into you, pressing you into the door, covering you with his body so you couldn’t see what he was doing. But you heard the beeps of a keypad.

And then his arm wrapped around your stomach to hold you as he opened the door and he was nudging you onto the main floor.

The first thing you noticed was how bright it was. There were windows! Sunlight was streaming in. As soon as Andy let go of you, you ran to the nearest window and turned your face up into the light. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, but you swore you could feel the sun’s warmth through the glass. You hadn’t seen daylight in… you had no idea. You hadn’t been able to keep track of time down there, but months. It must have been months. Tears started to gather in your eyes and you tried to blink them away. He only liked it when you cried during sex or punishments, otherwise you were being manipulative. You couldn’t do anything that would rob you of this sunlight.

“Sweetheart,” he called from behind you. When you didn’t register that, he called your name, a hint of sternness sneaking into his tone. That got your attention and you looked over your shoulder. “Come here,” he said.

You pulled yourself from the window and went to stand in front of him. He put his hand on your cheek and ran his thumb over your bottom lip. “Now,” he said seriously, “being upstairs comes with a lot of privileges, but it doesn’t mean you can forget all your rules, ok? Or that you’re done training. I expect you to be just as good up here as you were down there. And if we have to go back downstairs, for whatever reason, I need you to know that it will be much worse for you. Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly. “Yes, sir.”

He smiled, big and genuine and you thought briefly of how that smile would make you melt on anyone else. “You can call me Andy now, sweetheart. That’s one of the privileges I was talking about.”

“Thank you, sir,” you said, the honorific so engrained in you it just tumbled out. “I mean, Andy,” you corrected yourself hurriedly, committing the new rule to memory. “Thank you, Andy.”

He cupped your cheek. “You're welcome sweetheart,” he cooed. “I am gonna miss the way you say ‘sir,’ though,” he added with a lascivious glint in his eye. 

You stood as still as you could as he ran his thumb under your eye, collecting the tears that had gathered there. He looked you dead in the eye, and you couldn’t help but lower your eyes in response. “Come on,” he said, with a grin in his voice. “Let me give you a tour of the house.”

He took you into the kitchen first, of course, and immediately started extolling all its virtues, but you couldn’t hear him. And you could only see one thing. On the stove, in the middle of all the controls, was a digital clock. It read 10:37. It was the morning because of the light streaming through the windows. (There were even more in this room. There were windows everywhere.) And it was Saturday because Andy was home today and he hadn’t been home yesterday. It was 10:37 on a Saturday morning. Holy shit. Downstairs, you hadn’t had any indication of time passing other than the buzz of your wristband letting you know it was time to get up, or start a chore, or make a meal. But now, it was 10:37. And the next time you looked at it, you would know exactly how much time had passed since now. Time would mean something. You wouldn’t be adrift anymore.

You were crying. You couldn’t help it. Andy turned back to you, one hand still on one of the two stacked ovens that were built into the cabinetry as the other moved to his hip. “What’s wrong?” he asked harshly.

You shook your head urgently. “Nothing, nothing’s wrong. I’m sorry, Andy.”

“Tell me the truth, sweetheart,” he said, with that tone that said you were on your way to the quiet room, at the very least.

Your eyes darted around the kitchen frantically, trying to find an answer that would appease him. “No, it’s nothing. I’m alright. I just– It’s so much. I’m– I’m overwhelmed. I feel so much.” It was much more honest than you usually were with him, not counting the early days when you would scream what you really thought of him before you understood the consequences. But you didn’t know what else to say.

He took a few steps, closing the space between you and it took every muscle in your body to make yourself stand your ground, not flinch away. As soon as he was close enough, he pulled you into his arms, hugging you tightly. “Oh, honey,” he said, his tone so much gentler than before. “I know. I’m so happy to have you up here, too. This is going to be so good for us.” He just stood and held you, running a soft hand up and down your back. After a few moments, he asked, “Ready to see the rest of the house?”

You knew the correct answer, so you ducked your head and said, “Yes, Andy,” as he released you. He grabbed your hand tightly and quickly tugged you into the next room.

You absently took in the large sectional, the big TV on one of the walls, more windows, but mostly you were struck by how much bigger the living room was than its basement counterpart. You’d assumed, foolishly, apparently, that the square footage of where you’d been living roughly matched the main floor above it, but as you looked around you were sure that this floor at least doubled where you’d spent the last who knows how long. You couldn’t help the shiver that traveled through you as you wondered what else was down there. 

There was a dining room and another sitting room next but you weren’t taking anything in, couldn’t describe anything about this house if pressed other than typical upscale suburban fare. It fit him. You had the sudden, chilling, thought that maybe it would fit you too someday. Soon. If you continued to become who he wanted you to be. Because you already were. As much as you’d tried to stay yourself, especially at the beginning, you felt all the ways he’d ground you down, all the ways you’d changed. You remembered how easily you’d slipped down to your knees just an hour or so before. Just because he’d told you to. You wanted to cry again, but you wouldn’t. He wouldn’t like that. And wasn’t that just all there was?

As you came upon the stairs leading to the next floor, you stopped dead in your tracks without thinking, your hand falling out of Andy’s now lax grip. The front door. It was just… right there. For anyone to use. Anyone to enter. Or exit. A thousand thoughts flew through your mind all at once. You could just run. Right now. Maybe with the element of surprise, you’d get a head start. There were hooks on the wall, and on one of them hung a set of keys, what looked like car keys with a few others. Grab them and run and maybe you could do it! But where would you go? You didn’t know this neighborhood, this town. You didn’t have anyone you could go to for help. You didn’t have any form of ID. Last you knew, Andy had all of your papers and cards locked up in his safe. And those were all the new ones he’d gotten for you. Your original identity, your real one had been destroyed. You knew. He’d made you watch him do it. 

As you argued with yourself, on the verge of saying fuck it and making a run for it despite all the reasons not to, you noticed a small black sensor to the right of the doorknob, identical to the ones downstairs. The ones that your wristband would unlock only if it was an authorized time. The ones Andy controlled on his phone. 

You looked up to find him already on the first stair, his gaze locked on you. Your indecision couldn’t have lasted that long. Just a few seconds, if that. But, as he stared at you, you felt like he could see every thought you’d ever had. You wanted to shrink back, maybe run down the stairs to the basement before he threw you there himself, crawl into the punishment room, and beg for mercy. 

But before you could do anything, he held out his hand. “Ready to see the bedrooms?” he asked. His face was completely blank, his tone betraying nothing. 

You tried to do the same, to not shake or look or sound guilty as you said, “Yes, Andy,” and took his hand, letting him guide you up the stairs.

On the second floor, he brought you down the hall, bypassing several doors before pulling you into the room right at the end. It was huge, was your first thought. So much bigger than the room you’d spent the last who knows how long in. The walls were painted a light blue-gray, all the furniture – dressers and nightstands, a much darker gray. The bed was one of the biggest you’d seen, Californian King at least, maybe even Alaskan. It was covered with plush, fluffy bedding and lots of pillows, all in different shades of blue, with a light gray, stuffed, and quilted headboard resting against the wall. It all screamed luxury and relaxation. You were reminded of those home improvement shows you used to watch when you had the freedom to. They’d talk about how your bedroom should be a sanctuary, everything chosen to inspire relaxation and calmness. This was the sort of room they were talking about. You could have laughed, as all you could feel was the foreboding presence of Andy, standing by the door, watching your every move. You’d never relax in here.

You continued to explore the room, trying to act like you couldn’t feel his suffocating gaze on you. Your eyes slid over the ensuite to the two walk-in closets. You immediately noticed that there were no locks on the doors. Did that mean you’d be allowed to pick out your own clothes? And did that even matter if everything was chosen by him in the first place? 

You turned back to find that he’d taken several steps closer to where you stood in the middle of the room. “I know,” he said, “that I should’ve shown you the other rooms first, but I’ve been desperate to get you inside our room, see what you look like in it.” His arms came up around you, pulling you tight to him. “You’re perfect. You fit perfectly. In this whole house. You feel it too, don’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Andy,” you said by rote, but you did feel it. You knew exactly what he meant. You fit perfectly, just like the nightstands, or the couch downstairs, all the tables and chairs. Just another piece of furniture that he picked out specifically to make his home perfect.

His hand came up under your chin, tilting your face so that you had to make eye contact. “I’m so happy I bought you,” his words chilled you as he went out of his way to remind you of your place here. “You were worth every penny.”

You closed your eyes for the shortest moment, letting yourself feel the horror. Then you opened them, met his gaze, and said, “Thank you, Andy.”

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𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Andy bought you new shoes and you love them, you wear them everywhere at any chance you get. The only downside is that after a little while they get uncomfortable…

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, p in v (unprotected), mention of edging, light degrading (very light) spanking (like once), idk what else

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

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

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

Besides, anyone who wants to look beautiful must suffer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

slutty bonus, you whore's

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

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

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

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

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

Not much of a punishment though if you enjoyed it.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Green Light

Summary: Full Story! Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet? Check out the sequel: The Green Light Afterglow.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Light Smut, Daddy Kink, Insecure Reader, Discussions of Post-Pregnancy Body, Discussions of Intimacy, Slight Lactation Kink Reference, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: I know this took a while. Thank you all for your patience and I sincerely hope it's okay. Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Warnings subject to change. All mistakes are my own. Please let me know your thoughts!

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“Well, I’ve gotta tell you, my dear, by all appearances you’ve healed just fine.” You let out a sigh as Dr. Wilson, your OBGYN, removes the speculum. God, how you hated that thing. “You can go ahead and sit up.” You watch as he removes his gloves to make some notes on his mobile workstation. “Everything looks good. How have you been feeling lately? Raising four kids is no easy feat, especially when half of them are newborns.”

“Andy and I try to split the shifts as best we can. If he’s helping with the twins then I’ve got the older girls, and vice versa.”

“That’s good. One thing I’ve always liked about the two of you is that you believe in teamwork. You’d be surprised at how many couples don’t.” He makes a few more notes. “And how many hours of sleep would you say you get a night? Ballpark it for me if you can.”

“Um…” You have to think about that one. “Maybe five. Yeah, I would say about five hours a night. And I can occasionally squeeze in a quick nap during the day when the twins are sleeping. It doesn’t happen all of the time, but it’s better than nothing.”

The older man nods his head. “And how are Bianca and Katrina adjusting to the new additions? And by the way, don’t forget that you promised to show me pictures, because I certainly haven’t.” Dr. Wilson looks up from his computer and offers you a warm smile.

“I haven’t forgotten, don’t worry.” You tell him with a chuckle. “And they’re okay. Bianca loves to hold them all the time. And Katrina is enjoying being a big sister – she’s very helpful. She wants to play with them so bad, but she doesn’t quite get that they’re still a little too young.”

“I see. And is she still threatening to put A.J. outside?” The corners of his eyes crinkle as he struggles not to laugh just like he had when you’d first relayed your three-year-old’s initial reaction to your pregnancy reveal. 

“Oh, God. She’s only made that threat twice I think since we’ve brought them home. Once when he wouldn’t stop crying. And then again when she wanted to cuddle with me while I was in the middle of a feeding. Other than that, she’s been fine. He’s growing on her.” 

“Glad to hear it.” He mutters. “That’s usually how it goes. Give it a few years, and I bet they’ll be the best of friends.”

God, you sure hoped so. Just last night you had a dream about finding your little boy out in the woods. Except he’d somehow grown a beard, making him look like a baby mountain man. And, of course, he had been clutching that damn blankie too! 

“Well, you’ll be happy to know that I’m officially giving you the all-clear to resume any and all physical activity. If you have any concerns after we’re done here, you know I’m only a phone call away.”

Thank goodness! You couldn’t wait to start working out again. You were tired of rocking stretchy pants and maternity clothes. 

Your phone buzzes in your purse as Dr. Wilson finishes up whatever else he’s typing. It goes on for a while before it finally stops, only to resume buzzing seconds later. 

If you were a betting woman, and you were, you’d put your money on the person behind all the constant buzzing being none other than your husband, Andrew. You knew he’d been waiting for this day. Your man had been extra giddy this morning. So much in fact that you could’ve sworn he’d clicked his heels on his way out the door.

___

Twenty Minutes Later…

You wait to check your phone until after your appointment is over and you're safely back in your car. According to your phone, you have two missed calls from Andy Bear, along with three new texts.  

Andy Bear: Hey, baby girl. How’d the appointment go? Did we get the all clear?

Andy Bear: Can you answer your phone, please? I want to hear your sweet voice when you tell me the good news.

Andy Bear: C'mon! You’ve got me dancing on pins and needles right now. Call me.

You shake your head and then dial your man. He answers on the second ring. 

“There you are, sweetness! I was starting to get worried there for a moment.” The genuine concern in his voice has you playfully rolling your eyes. 

“Relax, Andy. Sometimes these appointments can take a while. It doesn’t mean anything is wrong, Dr. Wilson is just being thorough.” You check your appearance in the rearview mirror, noting that the bags under your eyes seem to look better than they have in days. “That’s part of the reason he’s been my OBGYN for so long, because he’s good at what he does.”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. He’s great.” You know he's not being dismissive on purpose, it’s just that he’s chomping at the bit to hear one key piece of information. “How’s your little body? Did we get the green light?”

Ahh, and there it was. Sometimes Andrew Barber was like a dog with a fucking bone. And only your husband would refer to your body as being “little” when you were still walking around sporting maternity wear.  

“I’ve been cleared for all physical activity. Which means I can finally start working out again and –”

“Fuck, yeah we did!” He cheers into the receiver, loud enough to make you wince. “Alright, baby girl, that settles it. BiBi and KitCat are going to my sister’s for a sleepover and the twins will stay at grandma’s. Meanwhile, I’m gonna leave the office early to pick us up some dinner. How about we celebrate with some surf and turf?”

“Oh my god, Andrew! We are not leaving our two newborns at your mother’s house for the night. That’s too much!”

“What if she already said yes?” You have no doubt that your unrepentant husband is smiling hard enough to crack a tooth right about now. 

“You didn’t.” Your head drops to the steering wheel with a light thunk. 

“Oh, I did.” The sound of an eager chuckle spills across the other line. “Ma and Bill are happy to keep Rory and Junior. She said you left them with enough formula and diapers to get ‘em through and that she, and I quote, would be positively heartbroken if you deprived her of time with her precious new grandchildren.”  

“Andy…I don’t know…” As tempting as the thought of a night of uninterrupted slumber was, you were on the fence about being away from your precious babies for that long. 

RoRo needed to be rocked to sleep, while A.J. needed you to pat his little tush and bounce him just so. And they both needed approximately 1,375 kisses every five minutes, otherwise they got fussy. 

“You must really want a good night’s sleep, huh, Big Man?”

“Baby, when I get my hands on you, I promise that sleeping will be the last thing on both of our minds. Now, I’ve gotta run. But I’ll see you home around 4:00pm.”

“Andy…” 

How did you tell your husband that you weren’t really feeling your post-pregnancy body right now? You’d even taken to changing in the bathroom lately. Thankfully he hadn’t seemed to notice that increasingly bad habit of yours…

At least not yet. But it was only a matter of time.

“Hush, sweetness. You just let Daddy take care of everything, okay? I’ve been dreaming of this day for almost two months now, and I plan to take my time loving all over every inch of your delectable body. And what’s more, you’re going to let me.” You can practically feel your nipples pebbling beneath the fabric of your shirt. 

God, how did he always manage to sound so sexy when he was telling you what to do? Handsome ass buttface!

“I’ve gotta head into this meeting, but in the meantime, get some rest. You’re gonna need it.”

“Yeah, okay, sure.” You respond with a resigned sigh. “I…I guess I’ll see you when you get home then.”

“Damn right. Can’t wait to lose myself between those luscious thighs.” Andy rasps, with a slightly roughened edge to his tone. “It’s been way too long since I’ve had a taste…” 

Oh good God…and it had been way too long since you had to deal with beard burn. At this point, you’d almost forgotten about what it felt like.

“Bye, Andy Bear.”

"Goodbye, little love.”

The call ends, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Putting the car in drive, you pull out of the parking lot and start thinking of every argument you could possibly make to talk your sweet, although slightly ogreish, husband out of sexy times and into sleepy times. But there was also something that told you that might not work.

Which meant it was time to come up with a Plan B. And while you were at it, probably a Plan C too.

___

Later That Afternoon...

“This makes me look like an apple with legs.”

You stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror trying your best not to give in to the overwhelming feeling of defeat. At this point, you’d tried on multiple sets of lingerie – all different styles, cuts, and colors. 

And this one had been the only thing that seemed to look halfway decent.

Well, the good news was that your ass was still there. But the bad news? So was your stomach. 

“Swear to God…I’m gonna find an ocean and throw myself in it.” You mutter as you stare at your reflection. You let out a resigned sigh as you do a little spin. “Knowing my ass can’t swim.” You gently smoosh your hand against your tummy in an attempt to flatten it. 

To be fair, you’d only given birth two months ago and the lingerie you’d purchased was kind of slimming so…

Maybe you were being too hard on yourself. Or, maybe it was still worth trying to convince your husband to settle for an evening filled with dinner and cuddles. You really weren’t in the mood to take your clothes off in front of him at the moment. 

Hell, who were you kidding? You could walk around wearing nothing but fishnets and tinfoil and the man would still find a reason to be into you. 

Sometimes your loving husband was a man of the hopeless variety. 

Plus, while Andrew Barber wouldn’t force you to do anything you didn’t want to do, he would definitely do everything in his power to persuade you. And he could be very persuasive when he put his mind to it. 

Yeah. You were probably fucked.

You take a deep breath and run your fingers through your thick hair, loosening and fluffing your curls. Although Andy would be home any minute, there was still time to throw on sweats and a t-shirt or something. 

“Fuck!” You hiss as your eyes well and your bottom lip begins to tremble. The other problem was that, while you were convinced that you needed more time, you also wanted to make your husband happy. But how could you when you could barely stomach the idea of taking off your clothes in front of him.

Just last week, some asshole at your favorite smoothie bar had the nerve to ask how far along you were – his intrusive gaze lingering on your post-baby body. His audacity had caught you so off guard that you were pretty sure that you’d given some unintelligible answer before snatching your drink and running towards the nearest exit. 

That one little interaction had practically eviscerated what little bit of self-confidence you had left. And while you hadn’t made specific mention of it to Andy, you might end up doing so – if only to plead your case. 

Which was that you were simply too large right now to be sexy, let alone feel attractive. Your skin was too loose, your stretch marks too prominent. And not only that, you were pretty sure that the only reason Andy wanted you right now was because he hadn’t gotten any in a couple of months. 

Once his itch had been sufficiently scratched, the haze would clear and then your husband would see your body for what it was. He would understand your need to undress behind closed doors, without an audience. And then he would give you however much time you needed to get yourself back into some semblance of shape. 

A lone tear slips down your cheek, which only serves to piss you off more. And although you’re quick to dash it away, another one is soon to follow. The last thing you needed for Andrew to notice you’d been crying. There was no need for both of you to feel bad about the state of things, you know?

With one last shake of your head you decide to throw on your robe and head downstairs to greet your man. 

“Let’s get this shit over with.”

___

Ten Minutes Later…

“Baby?” Your husband calls out as he enters the house from the garage. “Baby, I’m home! Where are you?”

“Kitchen!” You go back to busying yourself folding your brand new set of dish towels you’d purchased from Bed, Bath, & Beyond. That store was one of your happy places, second only to Target and Disney World. It also helped that there was one located almost directly across the street from the mall you’d stopped at as well.

Your pulse quickens as you hear him approach, his rapidly falling footsteps coming closer by the second.

“Ah, I found you.” Andy rounds the corner, grinning from ear to ear. “Hi, my gorgeous girl.” His smile somehow grows impossibly wider. “I’ve been thinking about you all day.”  

“Well, here I am.” You cast him a demure glance over your shoulder. “Although, I’m afraid I’m probably not much to look at.” Noticing his hands are surprisingly empty, you attempt to change the subject. “I thought you were gonna stop and grab dinner on the way?” 

“I was.” He cocks his hip against the kitchen counter as loosens his tie. “But since you didn’t seem all that keen on the idea of surf and turf this morning I figured I’d hold off. Maybe see how we were feeling later this evening.”

“Oh.” 

“Oh? Is that all my baby has to say about that?” Andy tosses his tie onto the counter before unfastening the top three buttons of his light blue dress shirt. “Just oh?” 

“Uh, yeah. How was your day?” You were quickly running out of towels to unfold and refold. If you kept it up you were going to start looking like a lunatic.

“Too long for a man who’s been missing his wife the way I have.” His sensual purr is enough to make you weak in the knees. “It was fucking excruciating, Baby Girl.” 

Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye contact. Don’t make eye – fuck! Your dumbass just made fucking eye contact!

Your throat suddenly goes dry as the weight of his intense gaze threatens to overwhelm you. Andrew Barber always seemed to have this way about him. Only he had the power to unravel you in this manner. 

It was truly a skill that was his alone. But on days like today, it was also a major nuisance.   

“Come here.” The gentleness of his tone softens the command.

“Umm…” Instead of doing as you’re told you decide to shove those stupid towels you’ve been preoccupied with into a drawer. Which also happens to be the wrong drawer. Kitchen linens didn’t belong with the cutting boards. Anybody with some sense could see that!   

“Sweetheart…” Andy’s voice drops another octave. “Stop fussing with those and come here already. I’d really like to hold my wife.” His earnest plea has your eyes welling with tears.

“Yeah. Okay.” You sniffle out, before dropping the towel and making a headlong dash into his waiting embrace. He wraps his brawny arms around you then, tucking his chin into your thick mane of glossy curls.

The two of you stand there without moving. Holding each other close as your hearts beat in time with one another. Andy’s hand comes to rest on your lower back, his palm slowly rubbing in small, soothing circles. 

“What’s wrong, princess?” He hugs even tighter as you gently nuzzle your face against his chest, effectively wiping off what little bit of makeup you’d managed to apply earlier. “Tell me, please.”

Aww. Your sweet Ogre had even said “please”. 

“Nothing.” Which was also code for everything. 

Andy steps back to tenderly grip your chin, his thumb lightly smoothing across your bottom lip. “You know Daddy doesn’t like it when you lie.” And then he leans in to brush his mouth over your own. “Especially when you’re upset.”

“I know.” The words come out barely above a whisper. “And I’m fine. I just, um…” You go to pull away, surprised when he actually lets you. “I went and did a little shopping today. You know…cuz’ we got the green light. But – well, not the robe. Th–that isn’t new. But once I got it home and really looked at it, I um…” You throw up your hands as everything comes tumbling out in one jumbled mess.

“It just doesn’t fit right, okay? It probably didn’t even fit properly at the boutique when I tried it on and I just didn’t notice. Because the lighting was different and the mirrors are maybe a little more forgiving. Kind of like the ones you find in a funhouse. Except all of them were super flattering. Not like the one we’ve got in our bathroom here at home. Which…I mean that’s probably how they get ya, right?”

Your husband lifts a quizzical brow as you continue to ramble and slowly back away. You knew there was quite literally no possible chance you could manage to outrun your handsome attorney. But that didn’t mean you weren’t above giving it the old college try.   

“So, I’m just gonna go upstairs and peel this ugly thing off. That way neither one of us has to even bother looking at it.” You finish rather lamely.

“And why exactly do you think I wouldn’t want to look at you? How about you explain that one to me, please?” Andy growls, jamming his hands into the pockets of his trousers.                 

“Because I don’t like the way I look right now and I’m pretty sure that if I show you, then you won’t either.”

Andy stares you down, the muscle ticking in his jaw. But you were beyond caring at this point. Right now was about acknowledging the truth regarding your body and the level of comfort you had with it.  

“That’s bullshit, baby.” He rakes an impatient hand through his hair, moussing the auburn strands. “You know I love the way you look. I fucking adore you.”  

“And that last part may very well be true, Big Man.” You concede, toying with the material of your robe. “But I, um...” A lump forms in your throat, but you force yourself to press on. “I do believe you love the way I look when I’m pregnant, yes. So do I…mostly. And you also love the way I look when I’m not pregnant. As in, after I’ve lost a healthy chunk of the baby weight.”  

“What in the–? I mean, Jesus fucking Christ!” Your husband cuts himself off mid-sentence as he rocks back on his heels – as if stunned by your admission. 

“I’m saying this wrong.” Good lord, you needed to get a better handle on the direction of this conversation. “Fuck! I know I am. But I don’t feel very good about myself right now. I don’t want to take off my clothes. I don’t want you to see me in this lingerie. Because I am almost entirely convinced that once you do – once you see all that I’m currently working with – you will change your mind about wanting to sleep with me.”

“You don’t mean that.” Andy scoffs under his breath, which you ignore.

“And if I see that…if I see that switch flip behind your eyes when it finally clicks just how unattractive I truly am…I don’t think I could handle that.”  

As hard as this was, it was important for you to make him understand. And once you were finished, perhaps you could cook the two of you something for dinner.  After that you would simply settle in and enjoy an easy, child-free night.

“Meaning?” Andy grunts.

“Meaning, I’m not taking off this robe tonight.” You blow out a weary breath as your hands go rest on your hips. “In fact, I don’t even know why –”

“Are you finished yet, sweetheart?” Your husband finally interrupts, apparently having had enough of your tirade. “Or do you have more? Because I’ve gotta tell you, as nice as it is that you think you’ve decided all this shit for us, your Daddy has quite a bit to say. So, are you fucking finished?”

“Y–yes.” That strange lump in your throat is back. “But I –”

“Stop. If you’re going to be done, then be done.” Andy interrupts again, scrubbing a tired hand over his face. “Baby Girl…I know what you’re doing. Even if you don’t, even if you can’t see it. I do. And I’m going to put a stop to it right now.”

“I’m just telling us both the truth!” You cry before you can catch yourself. 

“No. You’re feeding us both lies. And I won’t stand for that shit. Not for another goddamned moment. I–I just won’t.”

The passion in his voice is enough to temporarily silence any forthcoming protests. 

“And what’s more,” Andy forges on, “you’re not giving me even a shred of credit here. Which, and I’ve gotta be real honest with you here, kinda pisses me the fuck off.” Now it’s his turn to sigh, although this one is filled with exasperation.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, looking down at your toes.

“Look. At. Me.” The authority in his tone has your head snapping up immediately. 

“Have I ever, and I do mean ever, in all the years we’ve been together, given you any indication that you are anything but beautiful to me?” He takes a step towards you, even as you take one back. “I quite literally worship the ground you walk on, sweetness. Which means that I occasionally notice things, even when you think I don’t.”

Your husband takes another step towards you, and then another. He’s getting closer, purposely crowding you with his big body – essentially trapping you like the predator that he was.   

“There has never been a time, not once, when I have been less than hopelessly attracted to you. I want you all of the goddamned time. And, you know, maybe I should seek professional help for this shit, but I don’t want to. I don’t need to. Because I love my wife. I adore every single inch of you.”

You jump when your back collides with the refrigerator, the cool surface of the stainless steel appliance piercing your skin through the thin fabric of your robe.

“So what is it, Baby Girl? What is that you’ve got under there that’s got you so convinced I’m going to be disgusted by what I see.” Andy levels you with a pointed look as his hands go to gently grip your biceps, caging you in. “What is it you’re trying to hide from me?”

You close your eyes when it becomes too hard to look at the man you loved more than anything - the man who was surely about to become your undoing.     

“While I appreciate your so-called brand of honesty, sometimes it hurts me when you talk about yourself like this. When you doubt yourself in this way. When you doubt me. Doubt us.” Andy briefly rests his forehead against yours before continuing. 

“How am I supposed to help you battle these insecurities if you won’t even let me in the ring, sweetness? Sometimes you make it damn near impossible to – fuck!” He hisses, breaking the almost tender embrace before reminding himself to pause. “Okay.”

“I–I’m sorry, Andrew.” This time you don’t bother trying to fight back the tears when they come. Instead you decide to let them fall, realizing that it might finally be okay to let your husband catch you.

Before you broke completely and shattered into a hundred-million little pieces.   

“Why on earth are you apologizing to me right now?” He cups your face with his hands as he brushes your tears away. “I’m not shaming you. I’m just…” He takes another calming breath. “I’m just talking to you. I thought we were expressing how we felt about things, weren’t we?”

“Yeah.” You give him a quick nod as more tears make their way down your cheeks.  

“Okay.” He presses a sweet kiss to your nose. “Then will you trust me to show you something?” Again you nod before allowing him to lace his fingers through yours and pull you in the direction of the hall.

“Wh–where are we going?”

“Hush.” 

He leads you down the hallway in silence, not stopping until you’re both standing in front of the full-length mirror located in the foyer. And then he reaches around to undo the knot on your robe, sliding it off your shoulders and letting it pool on the floor at your feet. 

“Well, would you look at you? Is this pretty little thing what you bought for me today?”

“Mmhm.” You breathe, resting your head against his broad chest while your man looks his fill. Andy smooths his hands up and down your sides, lovingly kneading your ample curves. “It was the only thing that I felt, um…like it might be okay.”

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Baby Girl.” Andy playfully nips at your ear. “You still trust me? Okay, good. Then let’s take this off, too.” He reaches for the skirt of your lingerie.

“But why?” You whine, attempting to wiggle out of his hold. Unfortunately for you, your Big Man refuses to let you go. “Wait!”

“I think I’ve waited long enough.” Even though he’s pushing you, you can tell he’s also trying to keep a lid on his patience. “We both have. You got to make your case back there in the kitchen, young lady. Which means it’s now time for your Daddy to make his, don’t you think?”

While you weren’t quite sure where this was going, you also weren’t sure if you were ready to use your safe word yet. If that particular rule even applied right now.

“I – alright.” You concede before lifting your arms so that he can help remove the flimsy garment, leaving you naked and bare to his gaze. Goosebumps rise on your vulnerable flesh as you shiver, but it’s not from the cold.

Safe to say, catching a chill was the last thing on your mind. You just wanted to get this shit over with, whatever it was, and then move the fuck on already.

“Be a good girl and open your eyes for me, little love.” Andy purrs, lightly running his fingers through your curls. “I want to show you what I see every time I look at you.” 

It takes you a moment, but eventually you’re able to do as you’re told. But instead of focusing on your own reflection, you choose to look at your husband – taking comfort in the warmth radiating from him.

You wanted to trust him. You really did.     

“Thank you. Now, I want you to do your best to hear me.” Andy begins as his hands come up to rest themselves on your shoulders. “You are gorgeous no matter what size you are. And I am consistently awed by the fact that you, my darling wife, just gave birth to two healthy babies a little over eight weeks ago. My babies.” You receive a tender kiss to the back of your neck.

Your lower lip begins to tremble of its own accord. But this time you don’t look away, instead you follow the path of his fingers as they trail their way down your body.

“It’s because of you, and your magnificent little body, that I’m lucky enough to have four pieces of heaven running around this house, making noise and causing chaos. Giving me both a reason to live again along with a few new gray hairs at the same time.” 

You watch as he lifts your breasts, hefting the erotic weight of them in his palms. He gently massages them, completely unfazed by the light dribble of milk leaking from your left nipple. Instead you’re treated to another roguish grin as his tongue darts out to greedily lap up the stray drops from his knuckles. 

“Fucking delicious. But stop trying to distract me, baby.” He rasps, his tone just shy of teasing. “We both know you’re not quite ready for me to feast just yet.” And then he winks at you, which suddenly has your legs feeling like jelly. 

Although you flinch when his focus shifts to your belly, the pads of his fingers tracing along one of your more prominent stretch marks. He keeps his touch light - bordering on reverent - as he marvels at the angry stripes painted across your skin.

The ones formed out of a natural bond built between a mother and her children. 

“I love this part of you. This part right here where you – aw, no. Please don’t look away from me, honey.” Andy moves to kiss away a fresh wave of tears. “Let me see those eyes.”  

“I…I...” Your mouth clamps shut as you stifle a hiccup. You grant yourself a couple of seconds before opening your eyes again. This time when you do, you gently place your hands on top of his. “I’m sorry. I know, you love this part of me because of the kids. And I get it, I do. But…” You shake your head and give up.

Because something tells you that perhaps you’d be better off just listening for right now. 

“Yes, I absolutely love this part of you because of our rugrats, but that’s not the only reason. It’s because, as much as I adore your tight little pussy and that spankable ass of yours, your belly has always been it for me.”

“What?” Now that has your full attention.    

“I’m not kidding.” He asserts. “I don’t think I’ve ever shared this with you, probably because I thought I’d run the risk of sounding dumb. But your belly has always been my favorite feature because it’s…it’s my anchor.”

Your husband’s heartfelt admission actually has the nerve to throw you for a bit of a loop.   

“I’m serious.” Andy continues, leaning down to press a hard kiss to your cheek. “There’s something about whenever the world feels like it’s falling apart all around me and then I reach for you, because that’s what I do. And you’re always there for me, my love. Always.” He gives you a light squeeze. “And without fail, you just let me hold you like this, wherever we are. And I just…I feel better.”

“Swear to God, I’m a grown-ass man, but this part of you brings me so much comfort. I understand the fact that you struggle with accepting your body the way it is right now, especially after welcoming the twins. But please believe me when I tell you that where you only seem to see your flaws, I see strength. I see incomparable beauty.” 

Andy takes that moment to fully envelope you, wrapping his arms tightly around your middle and burying his face in your hair. You allow yourself to stand there for a little while, drinking in the sight of your devoted husband holding your nude body.

You’ve never felt more loved. More cherished than you did right now.  

“Andy Bear…” You whisper, your voice filled with emotion. “I…I don’t quite see what you see. Not yet. But I do think I feel it now. More than I did anyway.” 

You let out a surprised yip when he spins you around. His intoxicating blue eyes bore into your own as his hands move to tease the globes of your ass.

“You should know that I wasn’t finished yet, princess. I just spent the last several minutes composing a sonnet dedicated to that greedy pussy of yours. Then there’s those luscious thighs, and that ass. I also never really had a thing for feet until I met you, but I’m particularly fond of those too. I’m prepared to wax poetic about it all because I want you to see what I see.” 

A laugh bubbles up in your chest. And when you decide to let it loose, it’s quite literally the most wonderful feeling in the world. You feel lighter than you have in days.

It’s enough to make you start crying all over again.   

“I love you, Andrew Barber.” You murmur, rising on your tiptoes to take his lips in a brief kiss. “And I know you had what I’m sure was one hell of a speech planned, and while I really hate to cut it short, I’m thinking I might wanna take you to bed now.”

“Oh?” His tone is rife with cautious optimism. “Is that right?”

“Yeah.” Giving in to impulse, you proceed to tickle his ears. He makes a show of batting your hands away as he playfully dodges your advances – much to your delight. Although he eventually puts an end to things by picking you up and holding you close.

“But can we maybe take it slow?” You ask as you snuggle into his chest, basking in the safety and security of his familiar scent. 

“Of course.” Andy murmurs as he spins on his heel and heads towards the direction of the stairs. “We have all night, my precious girl.”  

That was the moment you knew without a doubt. The moment you finally believed that everything he’d said, every word he’d spoken to you, had been nothing but the truth.  

And later that night, when you collapsed on the bed feeling completely sated with one another, you thanked your lucky stars that fate had led you into the arms of the one and only Andrew Barber.

END

For more about Andy and Reader's first time making love after welcoming their twins, be sure to check out the sequel, The Green Light: Afterglow.

[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Sundaze

Pairing: Husband!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: you and your husband finally have a free Sunday together

Warnings: petnames (honey, baby), smut; unprotected sex. Fluffy, sweet and tender loving 🥰 this blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: thank you my sweet Alice @flordeamatista for sending me this based on my tag because I probably wouldn't have thought to actually write it otherwise 💜 (word count: 1k)

It felt like months since you'd been able to enjoy the serenity of a Sunday. And it felt even longer since you and Andy had a Sunday with no plans. No work. No commitments. Just a Sunday with each other.

The thought brought a soft smile to your lips as you turned your head to watch Andy's sleeping form. He was laid on his back, his head facing you and a peaceful look on his face that you'd missed seeing.

You hadn't even heard him come home last night, too exhausted from your own crazy week at work and from the soft snores coming from Andy you know he'd been just as exhausted.

Knowing how much he needs to rest you climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Andy doesn't move an inch, much to your delight.

You make your way to the kitchen, your bare feet silent against the cool hard floor. The early morning sunlight streaming through the windows is enough to warm your legs as you wear nothing but Andy's shirt.

The day is still young and you take a moment to appreciate the quiet as you wait for the coffee to brew.

Gone are the days when you felt guilty about doing nothing all day. Today was about you and your husband getting some much-needed downtime together.

You're humming to yourself softly, the rich smell of coffee filling your senses as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

Andy's lips brush against your neck as he inhales your scent, "mmm, good morning honey."

His voice is deep, the final remnants of sleep still hanging on his words. You smile as his lips leave slow, tender kisses against your neck.

You attempt to turn in his arms but he keeps you pressed against the edge of the counter. His hands cage you in as they grip the edge. You can feel him getting harder as he presses closer against you.

"Andy," you whine, your hips pushing back on their own accord. It had been too long since you and Andy had had a moment like this. Your bodies craved each other.

"Look so good in my shirt, honey," Andy murmurs between kisses. His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, gently brushing against the skin of your thighs and sending shivers throughout your whole body.

You push your ass back further, feeling how he strains against his boxers and you can't help but moan.

"Please, baby, need you."

Andy pushes your back gently, guiding you to lean further onto the counter. His hand pushes your shirt up and he throws his head back with a groan as he realises you're wearing nothing underneath.

"I think you planned this, honey," he smirks, softly swatting your ass as you giggle.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Whatever you say," he hums, his large hands massaging your cheeks.

You gasp when you feel one of his fingers collect the wetness from between your legs and slowly circle your clit.

"No teasing baby," you moan, not even trying to keep the pleading from your voice.

Andy's hand disappears from between your legs and you hear him push his boxers down. He taps your pussy with his cock, "spread your legs for me, honey. Good girl."

You whine when the head of his cock breaches your entrance. The stretch reminds you of how long it's been and how much you've missed this.

To two of you sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. Andy pulls out of you slowly, feeling every part of you as you feel every inch of him before pushing in just as slowly.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your soft pants and moans as Andy languidly thrusts into you. It's slow and tender, much like a Sunday should be.

Andy's hands are everywhere; gripping your hips, smacking your ass, cupping your breasts. It's like he's discovering your body all over again.

"Missed this, honey," he breathes, pushing into you with more force which has your back arching, "missed you so much."

You moan when you feel his left hand wrap around your throat. The metal of his wedding ring cooling your heated skin. He pulls you up against his chest, your hands finding purchase on the counter as he continues to bring you nothing but pleasure.

Turning your head you search for his lips, moaning into his mouth when he meets you in a searing kiss. Andy's hips quicken and your toes curl against the hardwood floor as he hits that spot that makes you see starts.

You break away from his lips but remain close, your forehead resting against your husbands.

"Andy," you plead, feeling the familiar knot forming.

"I've got you, honey," Andy grunts, his eyes locking on yours, "I'm close, need you to come for me, beautiful."

Andy's hand tightens around your throat as his free hand toys with your clit, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you tense in his arms.

Your body shudders as you come undone with a cry of his name. You feel him still behind you as he comes inside you, his fingers still gently rubbing your clit until you grab his wrist to signal it's too much.

The two of you bask in the quiet that settles over the kitchen. Your breathing slowly returns to normal as Andy holds you in his arms. He kisses your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you.

"Stay there," he whispers with another kiss as he grabs a clean cloth to clean the mess between your thighs.

When he's cleaned you up he turns you around, framing your face in his large hands as he kisses you softly.

"Good morning, Mr Barber," you smile as he pulls away, "think your coffee's ready."

He kisses you again before moving to grab two mugs, filling them both. You sit on the counter and Andy comes to stand between your legs, handing you your coffee.

You hum as the warmth from the mug seeps into your hands, the two of you catching up on the past week as the morning sun casts you in a golden glow. You can't help but smile at finally getting to enjoy a carefree Sunday with your husband.

[sarahrogersevans]

Oooh fluff where andy barber takes care of his new baby girl with his new wife, reader. jacob died here

Second Chance At Happiness- Andy Barber wife!xreader

Summary: Andy takes care of his new baby daughter with his new wife and still misses his son Jacob but gives his daughter and wife so much love and gets a second chance of happiness

Warnings: mild very mild spoilers of Defending Jacob series! Though barely anything mentioned, Fluff, angsty, flashbacks of memories, happy Andy, soft Andy, let me know if I miss anything

~Andy’s POV~

I couldn’t believe how lucky I got with Y/N and our daughter Lilly, after everything I went through in the past I wasn’t sure if I’d fall in love again let alone have another child but I honestly couldn’t be happier. Our daughter Lilly is now two years old and so beautiful just like her mom Y/N. Y/N saw me walk in after I got home from work and she brought Lilly over and said “Hi Andy welcome home! look honey, daddy’s home why don’t you go say hi to daddy while I go get dinner out of the oven.” “Hey Y/N my love and oh good hi pretty girl.” She handed me Lilly and I took her in my arms carefully and said “hi darling how are you doing today hmm? Were you a good girl for mommy today?” I kissed her cheek and we went to sit down and I handed her one of her toys while we waited for dinner to be ready.

Later after we all ate dinner together I read a bedtime story to Lilly and when she fell asleep I softly said “the end.. goodnight sweet girl I love you very much sweet dreams.” I pulled the blanket a bit more on her and turned off the light and went to bed and cuddled with Y/N for a bit.

Y/N laid her head on my chest and I put my arm around her and rubbed her back gently. Y/N said “I’m getting a little jealous of Lilly I think you might love her more than me.” She teased and winked at me and I chuckled and said “no way Y/N I love you both equally and I adore you so much babe you make me so happy but I do love our daughter a lot I can’t believe this is all real sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this ..” I thought back to everything that happened with my ex wife and my son Jacob and I sighed sadly and Y/N knew everything that happened and she comforted me and said “hey shhh you deserve to be happy Andy I love you and Lilly does too ok? It’s gonna be alright Andy, we’re here and we’re not going anywhere I promise.” She smiled and kissed me softly and I put my hand on the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her more and I leaned my forehead against Y/N’s softly and I whispered “I love you and Lilly both so much I’m so thankful for you both I don’t know what I’d do without you honey.” Y/N and I held each other all night and no matter what happens I knew I’d do anything for my family.

During the night I had a nightmare and memories of the trial, the accident and the arrest and seeing my dad a few years ago came flooding back so I went to sit in Lilly’s room to check on her and I watched her sleep for a bit and just seeing that she was safe and asleep in her bed made me smile so much and I heard Y/N come in quietly and she rubbed my shoulders and kissed my head and said “nightmares again honey?” I nodded my head and hugged her tight and felt a few tears escape my eyes and I said “I love you baby I swear I will love and protect you both no matter what happens you both will always have me you both mean so much to me Y/N, I can’t lose you or Lilly..” Y/N kissed my cheek and whispered “shhh it’s ok Andy I know we love you so much and you won’t lose us ok? Lilly is safe and I’m here with you honey it’s alright it’s gonna take time but I promise you’ll be alright I’ll be right here helping you through this my love, I love you so much Andy I’m so glad I married you.”

That moment when Y/N said that I kissed her forehead and felt happy for the first time in a very long time and I knew this felt right.

Hi Luv! I hope this is close to what you wanted 😊💜xx enjoy!

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Andy getting accused of cheating on his wife with his work wife because no one knows they are married. She wanted to make a name for herself so she kept going by her maiden name at work

“I think its disgusting.” Your ears pique at the sound of gossip, and you try to be nonchalant when you raise your head and look at the two women standing near the copier, whispering between themselves.

“He’s cheating on his wife, with her.” Your hand nearly flies to your mouth to hide your biting laugh, immediately catching on to what they’re talking about.

Or rather, who they’re talking about.

“Mr. Barber has a wife at home, she should keep her damn nose out of other people’s marriage.” They look at you, brashly throwing you a dirty look before the door to your department opens and Andy walks inside with a pair of coffees in his hand.

“She’s married too. Did you see the rock on her hand? Gold-digger can’t get enough dick-“

Your husband is as beautiful as ever, thick beard giving him an air of woodsy intrigue and masculinity. He’s tall, absolutely squandering your height with his own, a different that is both a turn on to you and him.

“Mr. Barber, good morning.” They greet him with warmth and endearment, snidely look you over when you stand. You walk around the desk to greet him with a quick kiss to the cheek and a soft laugh when he sits on your desk and pulls you into his chest, hands cupping his neck.

“This feels like an HR violation.” You mumble softly, looking at him through your lashes.

“I have an in with HR. In fact,” he slips his hand down your back, toying with you, “I think my HR insider should spend the next hour across my desk-“

“Mr. Barber!” One of the women squawks, her shrill protest cutting the moment short. “You have a wife!”

“Relax, Piety Prudence.” Andy’s chuckle reverberated against you. “Y/N is my wife, we have different last names.”

“I kept my maiden name.” You turned your head and flashed them a victorious grin, enjoying their stalwart silence and shock. “I guess that makes me his homely wife and his dirty mistress.”

“God, I love it when you’re dirty.” Andy grins and yanks you even closer, smacking your ass for shock and awe. “Come see me in my office in ten minutes, we have to have a discussion.”

[buckybarnesandmarvel]

𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤

pairings: andy barber x reader

warnings: fluff, mentions of smut

summary: you and andy reminisce the day you first met

a/n: my first time writing for our favourite dilf. please be nice xx

- italics are flashbacks-

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“Andy... wake up, baby.” you whispered.

You smiled as you felt Andy murmur incoherently against your skin as he tucked his head further into your neck. You ran your fingers up and down his back as he huffed.

“Andyyy,” you dragged out the ‘y’, hoping it would annoy him into waking up.

And apparently, it did.

He groaned as he rolled onto his side, opening his eyes begrudgingly. His long eyelashes fluttered as his bright blue eyes light up. You smiled as you took in the pink pillow mark on his cheek and his messy bed-head. You reached out and ruffled his hair as he grumbled and moved away from you.

“Meanie.”

Andy laughed as he rolled over again, pinning you under him. He placed your wrists above your head and held them in one of his hands. The second you were disarmed, kisses were peppered all over your face, neck, shoulders, jaw, his beard tickling you to the point you were writhing and squealing under him.

“And- Andy! Okay, okay, s-stop!” you screamed.

With a laugh, Andy stopped his attack on you and rolled over - again. He pulled you into him as you placed a sweet kiss on his lips.

“Do you remember?”

“I do. Do you?”

“Obviously. You were wondering around town like a lost puppy.” he laughed.

You hit his chest gently, “I was not!”

******

You were new to this part of time. You were a student at the university nearby and decided to explore the quaint town, nearby... only problem, you had no idea where you were going. You wrapped your jacket closer around as the snow came down heavier. You sighed in disappointment as you saw the shutters on the shop windows.

There was hardly anyone around, but you kept walking, hoping to find somewhere you could go. You passed a large Christmas tree near the town centre, its large branches layered with bright snow. You smiled, looking up, thinking about how that was a perfect picture opportunity. You patted your jacket, before realising you had forgotten it. Stupid. You hated clichés, but it seemed like this day was turning into one.

You shivered as the snow came down, even heavier that before. Your rushed to the side, looking for a bus stop you could maybe take shelter under. You were wandering around for a while, with no luck, before you saw a pair of bright headlights. A man stepped out and you rushed towards him, without a second thought.

******

“I still can’t believe you didn’t check the weather!”

“I forgot my phone, okay?!”

******

“Get in!” the man shouted, due to the distance and the sound of the wind.

You rushed towards him as you got into his car. Looking back, you could tell it was a stupid idea, but all you thought about in that moment, was getting out of the cold.

You sighed as you threw your head back and rested it on the headrest.

“Thank you.” you spoke, slightly out of breath.

“What on earth were you doing out there?!” he exclaimed.

“I just wanted to look around town, but then it started snowing heavily and there was no shelter and I realised I forgot my phone and-”

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. It’s fine.” he soothed, stopping your rambling. “I’m Andy.”

“Y/N.” you smiled, reaching out and shaking his hand.

“C’mon, let’s get you warm.”

The two of you talked all the way back to his house, about what you were studying, what he did for a job, how you should’ve known there was a small blizzard approaching. You felt comfortable around him and you knew you were truly fucked when butterflies erupted in your belly every time he touched you.

He gave you his clothes at home, as well as a blanket and some hot chocolate. The two of you talked into the night and you woke up in his arms. He asked you out on a date before you left, and the rest was history.

******

“Y’know, I still remember thinking, you were the most beautiful woman I had ever seen.”

“Oh, shut up,” you smiled.

“I’m serious!” after a small pause, he continued. “I still don’t know how I got so lucky.” Andy brought you impossibly closer to him, pressing his forehead to yours. You felt your cheeks heat up, you still got flustered at the close proximity, even after all this time.

“I love you Andy, so much.” you whispered.

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

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[i-have-a-wonky-eye-too]

I'm going to start posting properly again soon. But I'm just going to focus on one story for a little while whilst get back into writing again.

[krirebr]

Hello, dears! I have a question for you. I have so many ideas for my Trapped AU! But I'm thinking about doing it out of order, just hopping around the timeline as I get ideas (or asks). Is that something you'd like? Would it be confusing?

[sstan-hoe]

𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝑩𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒅𝒂𝒚

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — bucky barned × fem!reader × andy barber

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Bucky rounded you and sat himself down next to you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

yeah I did that. I just ended it here

[cevansbrat0007]

I was looking at the post where you shared what the Barbers house looks like and I had a thought. What if Andy was left in charge of the kids and one of the kids messed up her precious kitchen with a sharpie or her reading area? Who is in trouble the kids Andy or both?

Oh, everyone would be in trouble. But depending on how much time had elapsed between when the incident initially occurred and you arriving home, Andy would probably get the brunt of it.

Because he should've been paying better attention after he put the twins, AJ and Rory, down for a nap. And why the hell didn't he realize that he'd left a new pack of sharpies laying out on the coffee table?

On the coffee table!

They were left in perfect reach of two sets of tiny, meddling hands. Those hands just so happened to belong to two tiny humans who decided that their Mama needed some pretty pictures to look at while she's busy cooking in the kitchen.

Had Andy thought to bring the twins video monitor into his study with him during their naptime, he would've known the moment those two woke up. He would've watched his babies plot and plan in a language only they seem to understand.

And he would've seen, and then been subsequently impressed, by their little jailbreak.

Andrew Stephen Barber would've had time to drop his work and meet the adventurous twosome at the top of the stairs, where he could've escorted them down and gotten them a snack.

Instead, he was treated to the sounds of your panic screams. Followed by the sounds of two toddlers crying. And now he has to deal with you dragging him back into the sanctity of his study to give him an earful about how he had better hope that marker comes off with soap and water.

Otherwise he's gonna have to move out, or find you a brand new house with an even better dream kitchen.

[wndawtch]

𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐩𝐣𝐬 ⊹˙ xmas collab here

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after andy came back from work

you surprised him with matching pjs!!

he had the biggest smile on his face

he walked over, “i can’t wait to wear theses with you!!” he said with a smirk on his face.

“and i can’t wait to wear them you mister.” you spoke with so much excitement.

andy was forever inlove with you, he made the best decision marrying you!

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𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐰𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐰𝐭𝐜𝐡 ୧ ‧₊˚ 🤍 ⋅ || @buckybarnesandmarvel

[ranveer--singh]

The nights are tasteless without you: Part 13 ~ Ari Levinson Fic

A/N - Sorry for not posting in ages, work and personal life got in the way but here is the next installment.

It is set in Mumbai India where Ari is a professor at a university meets a person of colour - Marathi girl at the train station. There will be other Chris Evans characters as professors and Henry Cavill   characters as professors  

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

Ari arrived at the college the next day with a spring in his step. He was whistling a Bollywood song as he walked into the staff room. August and Sy saw him first wondering what got Ari so overjoyed. 

"Hey dude, I see you're feeling better. Andrew told us you were sick yesterday," Sy said, patting Ari on the back. 

"I had food poisoning yesterday, a much needed rest and I am back to normal," Ari said walking over to the coffee machine to make himself an espresso. 

"That sounds rough man," Steve says, shaking Ari's hand and offering him a spoon for his coffee. Jenson walked over, headphones on, singing a song loudly making the teachers laugh. He didn't look where he was going, and bumped into Ari, coffee spilling onto Ari's shirt. 

"Oh crap, sorry man," Jensen said, taking his headphones off. Ari cursed, walking to the locker, where he kept a spare shirt. He discarded his shirt, the others gasping as they saw Ari's back covered in hickies and scratches. 

Everyone cheered, whistling, going towards Ari and congratulating him for getting with an Indian girl. 

"Dude, I see why you needed yesterday off," August said, winking at Ari. Ari blushed, looking down to see bruises, hickies and scratches all over him. He felt shy, but also proud of what they got up to yesterday. 

"Shhh," Ari said, slipping on the clean shirt, writing a note to get the other shirt dry cleaned. 

"Ari got laid," Frank and Colin sang, making Ari blush. 

"Guys stop it, we are not school kids. We are adults," Ari said, so happy to see Andy coming over. They hugged one another as the other professors were leaving to go teach. Ari and Andy had another free lesson so they went down to the canteen to grab some food and talk. 

“Thanks for covering for me man, I appreciate it,” Ari said, grabbing some paratha and chai to eat for breakfast while Andy just got a strong coffee to drink. 

“You’re welcome, was everything ok,” Andy said, hiding his yawn. 

“Yes,” Ari said blushing, making Andy quirk an eyebrow at him. 

“What happened,” Andy said, curious as to what was going on while they sat down to eat. 

“We had some fun that’s all,” Ari said smirking, making Andy chuckle inbetween yawns. 

“Oh ho Romeo,” he said, yawning once again. 

“Everything ok with you buddy,” Ari asked, seeing Andy rub his eyes, yawning out loud.

*Flashback* 

Y/N had arrived home from work earlier than normal, she made dinner, lit some candles and went to get ready in a nice olive green dress showing off all her curves. Andy arrived home 20 minutes later, smiling to see his wife home before him for one. She walked up to him, taking his jacket off and putting it and his bag on the table. Y/N leaned up on her tiptoes, brushing her fingers through his luscious locks, their nose touching every so slightly before she slowly leaned in to kiss his lips.

The kiss got deeper, her fingers raked into his hair, his arms wrapped around her body. Moans escaped the room, the room getting warm from their bodies. Y/N leaned away from the kiss, biting her lip just staring at Andy before moving closer as she started to unbutton his shirt and take it off him. 

“I love you,” she said, kissing his chest while fumbling with the buckle belt trying to open it. She finally got it open and opened the trousers to push down. Y/N stopped, moving away to slip the dress off and throw it on the floor before moving closer to Andy and kissing him once again. 

“Let's make a baby, I am ready,” she whispered letting the dick enter her pussy, she grinded on him, feeling the friction between the two. Andy a few seconds later, yawned, stopping her. 

“Stop for a second honey, I’m tired,” he said, slowly slipping out of her. 

“What the hell Andrew,” she said angrily, he just slipped out of her while she was grinding on him. 

“Honey, I have had a long day at work. I just want a shower, eat and then go to bed,” he said, seeing Y/N grit her teeth and look at him angrily. 

“What the hell, you know tonight we are trying for a baby,” she said, really annoyed at him. 

“Things change ok, we can try tomorrow,” he said, moving away to the kitchen. Y/N threw his clothes at him and started to scream. 

“You need to calm down, woman,” Andy said, gritting his teeth at her. It had been a long day at work and he wasn’t in the mood. 

“You knew about this for weeks Andrew, for god sake i am ovulating,” Y/N shouted.

“I know that Y/N, but I am not a machine. We will try for a baby on the weekend when we both relaxed,” he said looking at her, getting more angry and throwing a glass his way. 

“So now it’s the weekend. Andrew, do you even want a baby with me,” she said, falling onto the floor crying into her hands. Andy sighed, moving towards her. He sat down next to her and wrapped his arms around her body, letting her cry it out in his chest. In a few minutes the crying stopped and Andy carried her bridal style upstairs, changing into pajamas and tucking her into bed. He kissed her head, shutting the door behind and walking down to eat and watch some tv. 

*End flashback* 

Andy sighed, yawning as he looked at Ari not sure how to tell him. He took few gulps of his coffee before speaking, 

“Y/N and I have been trying for a baby for the last 6 months. It has been difficult for us, with all the trying and following her schedule it hasn’t worked,” he said, feeling a pit in his stomach. 

“I am sorry pal, is there anything you can do,” Ari asked looking at Andy putting his hands through his hair, feeling frustrated. 

“We have seen a few doctors, taken some tests and followed everything they said. Nothing works and yesterday we had a fight where I couldn't even be in the same room as her so I slept on the couch,” Andy said, sighing, rubbing his eyes downing the last part of his coffee. 

“Sorry man, that sounds rough. Is there anything I can do to help?” Ari said, looking at Andy yawning, moving his head from side to side. 

“Thanks for listening, I’m not sure there is anything else anyone can do” Andy said, rubbing the creak of his neck as it was stiff from sleeping on the couch. 

“Andy, look I don’t know if this will help but my best friend back home is a top obstetrician. I can get in contact with him and ask to speak to you both. You don't have to say yes right away, but think it over with Y/N," Ari said, hearing the bell ring, time for his first class of the day. 

“Thank you Ari, let me talk it through with Y/N and then get back to you,” Andy said, hugging Ari as they both got up, putting their stuff in the bins before heading to their classes.

[cevansbrat0007]

Hello there! Just read the wrestling ask! Wooo 🥵 Buttt it made me think.. what if in the heat of the moment (not particularly wrestling but any heat of the moment) and Andy is too rough on accident? Maybe he fingers her too hard, or grabs her too hard and it genuinely hurts. How would he react and make it better? We all know he would go full stop then make her feel better, but how?!

Thanks love!

The Rub Down

Summary: Andy takes care of you when things get a little rough in bed.

Warnings: Mature Themes, Smut, Bratty Reader, Manhandling, Oral Sex (fem rec), Light Spitting, Daddy Kink, Ass Slapping, Aromatherapy, Worried Andy, Possessive/Doting Andy, Fitness Regimens, Pet Names, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Takes place in my ongoing Growing Pains Series. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Like, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

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The last time things got out of hand occurred right after you pushed yourself too hard at the gym. You'd recently purchased a trial package on Groupon that offered you a chance to work with a personal trainer.

Now it's not like you're expecting immediate results overnight or anything. You were just looking for a few tips to help you tone up.

Of course your husband thinks you look beautiful just the way you are, which is sweet. But you've also come to the conclusion that your arms happen to jiggle a little too much for your liking.

The package you bought includes several sessions, complete with an individualized diet and meal plan that is tailored to your body type. Each session proves to be amazing, but you're often left feeling sore and exhausted at the end of the day.

Every single part of you seemed to ache, but in a good way. And you're certainly not going to let your tight, overworked muscles get in the way of you enjoying an evening alone with your man after having shipped the kids off to grandma's for the night.

At first everything seems fine when Andy tosses you on the bed. Giggles bubble up as you drag his big body closer to your own, the two of you frantically helping each other strip.

Once you're naked, your man is on you like an animal. Grunts and growls fill the room, spilling out into the hall. After welcoming four children, leaving the door ajar during a bout of frenzied lovemaking sometimes feels more than a little exhilarating.

It's always a beautifully added bonus when you don't have to worry about traumatizing several sets of precious virgin ears.

The two of you are a mess. Each hot, wet kiss growing more bold than the one before it. One of Andy's hands winds its way into your thick, glossy curls - wrenching your head back so that he can trail his wicked tongue along the exposed curve of your throat.

You let out a wild cry when his sharp teeth bite down over your pulse. He draws the tender flesh into his mouth, sucking hard.

It's no surprise that Andrew Barber seems intent on marking you tonight. And you revel in every second of it, loving the way the pleasure mixes with the pain. He nibbles his way down your body - each caress of his lips slow and deliberate.

Your hips buck of their own accord when Andy's mouth finds your pouting nipple, lightly toying with it. His teeth graze over the sensitive, pebbled flesh as you continue to writhe underneath him.

"Ooh yeah, Daddy...fuck! R-right there...oh please!"

Andy grinds his hips against your drenched core, your now ruined panties resembling little more than a useless scrap as it's ripped away. You can barely think, let alone speak as his name falls from your lips, whispered again and again like a desperate prayer.

Your husband pushes you down against the mattress, his normally gentle hands possessively squeezing and kneading your breasts before skimming their way down your body. He pauses when he finally reaches your quivering pussy. His lips curve into a smirk as his eyes hone in on your swollen clit peeking out from between your lips.

"Oh, Baby Girl." Comes the rumbled purr, the deep timbre of his voice making you shiver. Andy's intoxicating blue eyes shift to meet your own. "Looks like someone is excited to play with Daddy." Your hips jerk when two long, nimble fingers stroke their way across the sensitive nub.

You bite back a moan when the filthy bastard spits directly on your cunt, his hooded gaze never once leaving yours. Your core spasms as the makings of an impending orgasm begins to coil in your belly. And then he goes to do it again. This time gripping your thighs and roughly jerking your legs apart before forcing your knees towards your chest.

It's a move that you normally would've loved. But not today. Today it hurts like a bitch. You bite your lip to keep from crying out in pain as Andy lines up his straining member with your wet pussy.

"It feels like it's been so long, sweetness." Andy growls before entering you with one hard thrust. "Missed you so much."

It couldn't have been more than five days since you'd last made love. But to your adorably dramatic husband, it might as well have been a lifetime.

"Need you so fuckin' bad." He grunts, his accent growing more and more pronounced with each movement of his hips. "Missed you. Missed you. Missed you." Every time he utters that phrase it somehow manages to sound more reverent than the last.

A broken sob escapes you as the pain you're experiencing finally ebbs. Your velvet walls grip his thick cock, eagerly milking him for all he's worth. Waves of pleasure course through you as you feel his heavy sac smack against your damp flesh with each rhythmic thrust.

And then suddenly he bears down, making you take all of his weight. A sharp cry forces its way from your throat before you can catch it as you feel the muscle in your thigh threatening to snap.

"Shit!" Comes Andy's startled hiss, quickly stilling his movements. "Oh fuck!

Just like that everything stops. Well, everything except the pain that is. A lone tear spills its way down your cheek as you grit your teeth, silently begging your husband to let go of your leg.

Andy whispers your name, willing you to open your eyes and look at him. Gentle hands roam their way across your body as he tries to locate the source of the pain.

"Fuck, I - open up those pretty eyes for me, baby." He murmurs with a hint of panic in his tone. "Need you to tell me what's wrong. Did I hurt you?"

"Nooo!" You whine when he goes to move your leg in an attempt to lower it back onto the bed. "Ju-just gimme a sec. Please."

The muscle was now so fucking tight you were afraid to even move it.

"Okay, you can have a couple seconds. But then I'm gonna need you to use your words and tell me what hurts and where." Andy pleads as he places his hands on either side of your slightly trembling thigh. "Is it here?"

"Yeah!" You wail as another tear cascades down your cheek to join the first. "I'm sorry."

You try to pull away from him when he begins to lightly massage the sore muscle, not that you manage to get very far. As it is, you're in too much pain. And even if you weren't, your much larger husband was faster than you - even on a good day.

"Okay, okay. No need to be sorry, little love. Can you tell me if it's the muscle?"

You nod, throwing an arm over your eyes as your cheeks flush with embarrassment.

"Alright, Baby Girl. I'm gonna shift things a little. Hold on." Andy slowly pulls out of you, leaving you feeling cold and empty. It was definitely one of your least favorite feelings. You can tell that he's trying not to jostle you too much, even as he works to flip you onto your front.

"I'm sorry." You tell him again, grateful that your words are now at least somewhat muffled by a pillow.

"Hush." He grunts before straddling your legs, his knees resting on either side of yours. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but the muscle in your right thigh feels incredibely tight."

"Yep." You whimper through clenched teeth. "Right there in the center. Feels like there's a knot or something."

Andy blows out a concerned breath as he goes to work massaging the area. "Like I just said, it's fucking tight. Almost as if you've strained it." Eventually, the stiffness begins to ease.

As the pain dulls, you notice your husband has gone suspiciously quiet. So quiet and thoughtful that you can practically hear the gears turning in his head.

"Andy..."

"We're gonna need to ice this, Princess." He hums, pressing a kiss to sweet kiss to the rounded globes of your ass. "And maybe get you in to see a doctor or something. I know I was being rough, but nothing on you should be this tight."

Another beat of silence passes before he finally speaks again. "Did I...did I hurt you anywhere else, sweet girl?" His tone comes out low and gruff.

You feel your heart seize in your chest. "Not you." Groaning, you attempt to flip yourself over. It takes a couple of tries - mostly because your husband refuses to move.

"Take it easy for me, sweetheart." Andy implores, his expressive blue eyes openly examining every inch of you as he worriedly hovers above your tense form. "Now, where else does it hurt?"

"You didn't, Big Man. It's my fault - I don't think I stretched right after my last workout or something." You reach up to cup his face, the pad of your thumb tenderly caressing his chiseled jaw.

"I - I shouldn't have handled you like that, Baby Girl. I was too rough." He drops a loving kiss on the soft skin of your palm. "Got caught up in the moment and ended up twisting you like a goddamned pretzel."

"Shh, Andy Bear. You know I love it when you twist me up. I get so fucking wet when you go deep like that, I always cum hard as fuck when I feel you in my belly, Daddy."

You offer him a playful smile when you feel his half-hard cock twitch against your leg.

"Stop trying to distract me, little girl." Relief fills you when you notice a hint of a grin flit across his handsome features.

"I am not." You pout, pulling his head down to yours.

"Yes, you are." He snarls softly before catching your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging lightly. "I'm onto your games, brat. But I'm afraid nobody's getting twisted up into anything until we take care of that sore muscle. Now turn over."

"But why?" You ask with a whine even as you move to comply.

"Because Daddy's going to give you a full body rub down, Baby Girl." Andy slowly rises from the bed and pads towards the bathroom, but not before delivering a swift blow to your upturned ass. "And when I'm convinced I've got feeling good and loose to my satisfaction, I'll consider giving you my cock."

Fuck. You hated when your sweet ogre was right.

"When you're finished with me, can I at least tie you up and rub you down too?" Your question elicits a chuckle from your husband as he rummages through one of your draws to retrieve your oils.

"We'll see, Princess." Comes his indulgent reply as he makes his way back over to you clutching two vials, mostly likely Ylang Ylang and Jasmine since those two scents often paired well together. "Although, I think you should know that I'm not very happy with you right now."

Andy pours a small amount of oil into his palm as he climbs onto the bed. He rubs his hands together, doing his best to warm it before gingerly taking hold of your left ankle so that he can begin by massaging the ball of your foot.

It feels so fucking good that you don't even care that you're about to be on the receiving end of a lecture.

"Okay, Andy." You murmur lazily, resting your head on your arms.

"If you insist on overdoing it at the gym, then you're going to need to make sure you stretch properly before and after." His clever hands move to your heel before eventually switching to the other foot.

"Uh huh." Now he's working on your left calf, kneading and rubbing any residual soreness out of the languid muscles.

"And I've gotta tell you, baby...I don't really have a lot of faith in your shit-for-brains trainer. He should've stretched you out more and -" Your husband abruptly cuts himself off as his train of thought derails all on its own. "Actually, come to think of it, I don't like the thought of his grimy hands even touching you."

Oops. Looks like your Big Man was going down the rabbit hole. Better put a stop to it.

"Alright." Is all you can muster through your bliss-filled haze.

"Does he touch you?" There's a hard edge to Andy's tone, letting you know he's getting closer and closer to going off the deep end. "Is he inappropriate? Has he ever gotten a little too handsy?"

"No. No. And also no." You quickly reassure him as he skillfully manipulates your body in the most delicious of ways.

"Good. But I still don't like the fucker." He grouses, all the while completely ignoring the fact that he'd never even met the man. "How many more sessions do you have with him, Baby Girl?"

"One." The word floats out on the heels of a dreamy sigh.

"Fine. I'll allow it." Andy returns his attention back to the source of your original problem - your possibly strained thigh.

Oh thank you, my most gracious and benevolent husband. You think to yourself, biting the inside of your cheek to keep from laughing.

"But after that I'm training you from now on, Baby Girl. And you have my word that I'll make sure to stretch you right both before and after we work up a sweat."

"Kay." You feel your body stir through the midst of your relaxation as a familiar warmth pools in your belly.

"I think you'll find my fee to be pretty reasonable as well." Andy continues as his hands come to rest on your ass. The sound of a wet slap cracks through the air before being quickly followed by another. "In return for worshiping this body and all of it's luscious curves, all I require from you is your obedience and...your orgasms."

Woah! Sometimes your man could drive quite the hard bargain.

"Oh, is that all?" You muse, throwing him a teasing grin over your shoulder.

"Yes." He responds with a solemn nod. "That would be correct. I'm going to need all of your orgasms. Every single one."

Giggling softly, you take a moment to consider his proposal. "Looks like you've got yourself a new client, Andy Bear. Hope you'll be able to fit me into your busy schedule, otherwise I'll have to keep Derek on standby."

"What the fuck have I told you about mentioning another man's name in our bed, Baby Girl?" He raises one imperious looking brow.

"Sorry, Sir."

"Forgiven. Now, how about we seal this deal with a kiss?" Andy doesn't bother waiting for your response before flipping you over to your back and settling himself on his knees in front of you once more.

You nod eagerly, offering up your mouth for the taking. Only to be surprised when your husband's head begins to slowly lower in the direction of the sweet spot between your parted thighs, his eyes darkening at the sight of your throbbing pussy.

And then the realization finally dawns. Your man wanted a kiss.

"Mmhm. And I'm afraid I'm gonna have to be very, very thorough." Andy affirms with a playful grin. "Now open wide for Daddy, baby. I think it's about time for your first warm up."

END

[jobean12-blog]

This is the most perfect day. Any day. Any time and always! I’m just 😍😍🫠🫠🔥🔥❤️❤️ LOVE the balance of soft and hot so much!

Sundaze

Pairing: Husband!Andy Barber x female!reader

Summary: you and your husband finally have a free Sunday together

Warnings: petnames (honey, baby), smut; unprotected sex. Fluffy, sweet and tender loving 🥰 this blog is 18+ only. Minors DNI.

Author's note: thank you my sweet Alice @flordeamatista for sending me this based on my tag because I probably wouldn't have thought to actually write it otherwise 💜 (word count: 1k)

It felt like months since you'd been able to enjoy the serenity of a Sunday. And it felt even longer since you and Andy had a Sunday with no plans. No work. No commitments. Just a Sunday with each other.

The thought brought a soft smile to your lips as you turned your head to watch Andy's sleeping form. He was laid on his back, his head facing you and a peaceful look on his face that you'd missed seeing.

You hadn't even heard him come home last night, too exhausted from your own crazy week at work and from the soft snores coming from Andy you know he'd been just as exhausted.

Knowing how much he needs to rest you climb out of bed as quietly as possible. Andy doesn't move an inch, much to your delight.

You make your way to the kitchen, your bare feet silent against the cool hard floor. The early morning sunlight streaming through the windows is enough to warm your legs as you wear nothing but Andy's shirt.

The day is still young and you take a moment to appreciate the quiet as you wait for the coffee to brew.

Gone are the days when you felt guilty about doing nothing all day. Today was about you and your husband getting some much-needed downtime together.

You're humming to yourself softly, the rich smell of coffee filling your senses as a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist.

Andy's lips brush against your neck as he inhales your scent, "mmm, good morning honey."

His voice is deep, the final remnants of sleep still hanging on his words. You smile as his lips leave slow, tender kisses against your neck.

You attempt to turn in his arms but he keeps you pressed against the edge of the counter. His hands cage you in as they grip the edge. You can feel him getting harder as he presses closer against you.

"Andy," you whine, your hips pushing back on their own accord. It had been too long since you and Andy had had a moment like this. Your bodies craved each other.

"Look so good in my shirt, honey," Andy murmurs between kisses. His fingers toy with the hem of your shirt, gently brushing against the skin of your thighs and sending shivers throughout your whole body.

You push your ass back further, feeling how he strains against his boxers and you can't help but moan.

"Please, baby, need you."

Andy pushes your back gently, guiding you to lean further onto the counter. His hand pushes your shirt up and he throws his head back with a groan as he realises you're wearing nothing underneath.

"I think you planned this, honey," he smirks, softly swatting your ass as you giggle.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Whatever you say," he hums, his large hands massaging your cheeks.

You gasp when you feel one of his fingers collect the wetness from between your legs and slowly circle your clit.

"No teasing baby," you moan, not even trying to keep the pleading from your voice.

Andy's hand disappears from between your legs and you hear him push his boxers down. He taps your pussy with his cock, "spread your legs for me, honey. Good girl."

You whine when the head of his cock breaches your entrance. The stretch reminds you of how long it's been and how much you've missed this.

To two of you sigh in unison as he bottoms out inside you. Andy pulls out of you slowly, feeling every part of you as you feel every inch of him before pushing in just as slowly.

The kitchen is filled with the sounds of your soft pants and moans as Andy languidly thrusts into you. It's slow and tender, much like a Sunday should be.

Andy's hands are everywhere; gripping your hips, smacking your ass, cupping your breasts. It's like he's discovering your body all over again.

"Missed this, honey," he breathes, pushing into you with more force which has your back arching, "missed you so much."

You moan when you feel his left hand wrap around your throat. The metal of his wedding ring cooling your heated skin. He pulls you up against his chest, your hands finding purchase on the counter as he continues to bring you nothing but pleasure.

Turning your head you search for his lips, moaning into his mouth when he meets you in a searing kiss. Andy's hips quicken and your toes curl against the hardwood floor as he hits that spot that makes you see starts.

You break away from his lips but remain close, your forehead resting against your husbands.

"Andy," you plead, feeling the familiar knot forming.

"I've got you, honey," Andy grunts, his eyes locking on yours, "I'm close, need you to come for me, beautiful."

Andy's hand tightens around your throat as his free hand toys with your clit, whispering sweet praises in your ear as you tense in his arms.

Your body shudders as you come undone with a cry of his name. You feel him still behind you as he comes inside you, his fingers still gently rubbing your clit until you grab his wrist to signal it's too much.

The two of you bask in the quiet that settles over the kitchen. Your breathing slowly returns to normal as Andy holds you in his arms. He kisses your shoulder before slowly pulling out of you.

"Stay there," he whispers with another kiss as he grabs a clean cloth to clean the mess between your thighs.

When he's cleaned you up he turns you around, framing your face in his large hands as he kisses you softly.

"Good morning, Mr Barber," you smile as he pulls away, "think your coffee's ready."

He kisses you again before moving to grab two mugs, filling them both. You sit on the counter and Andy comes to stand between your legs, handing you your coffee.

You hum as the warmth from the mug seeps into your hands, the two of you catching up on the past week as the morning sun casts you in a golden glow. You can't help but smile at finally getting to enjoy a carefree Sunday with your husband.

[witchywithwhiskey]

12 and 17 Andy Barber💖

dreaming of a rainy spring morning

pairing: husband!andy barber x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, dry humping, consensual somnophilia, piv sex, creampie, cockwarming, dirty talk, praise kink, very light bdsm, begging, teasing, pet names (wife, husband), sleepy cuddling, fluff, established relationship

word count: 1,200ish

a/n: i hope it's ok that i pulled from the smut prompt list instead of the fluff one—they were just more inspiring: “where are your manners?” + “beg for it.” i wanted to do something soft and i had the idea for this because it's rainy here today (and i probably should've done more rainy day fics since it rains so much in the spring 🫣). anyway, hope you enjoy!! ♡♡

The rain was a steady pitter patter against the windows, a soft morning light trickling through the glass and casting a cool, gray glow over the chilly bedroom. You took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of earth and water that filtered through the cracked window that had been left open overnight. Letting your eyes flutter closed again, you reached blindly across the bed until your fingertips brushed against the familiar warmth of your husband, Andy Barber.

Outside, the rain picked up its pace and a fierce wind ruffled the newly sprouted leaves of the spring trees, but inside your home, you were safe and warm—and you had other things to concern yourself with. Like squirming across the bed beneath the blankets so you could curl around your husband’s side, draping a leg over his thigh, feeling the hair on his tickling your skin.

With a soft sigh of relief, you settled in beside Andy, breathing in the familiar scent of his soap and feeling your body warm at his closeness. You tried to let sleep reclaim you, but there was a restlessness in you—a low, simmering heat in your core that didn’t allow you to slip back into the comforting embrace of sleep. Instead, it smoldered until it refused to be ignored.

Sleepily, you shifted your body until you lay on top of your husband, your thighs on either side of his hips and your bare pussy pressing against his soft cock in his boxers. You’d worn one of Andy’s t-shirts to sleep, but that was all you had on, while he wore his boxers and a t-shirt of his own. You grumbled a little at that, wishing you were pressed skin to skin with him, but you didn’t want to make the effort to wake him and undress.

Instead, you rocked lazily against Andy’s bulge, feeling his cock twitch and come to life. A mischievous smile curled the edges of your lips as you felt him harden beneath you, his cock stiffening beneath your puffy folds. You slid your messy slit against him, your clit bumping against the tip in such a delicious way, you had to bite back a moan. 

You still had your eyes closed, your cheek pillowed on Andy’s broad chest while you took your pleasure at a leisurely pace. But soon it wasn’t enough. With as little movement as possible, you inched up Andy’s body until the tip of his cock was prodding against your slick hole. You were wet enough that he slipped in easily and you pushed back, taking the head into your tight, warm cunt.

“Where are your manners?” Andy rumbled, his voice gruff with sleep and startling you a little. But there was a hint of teasing in his tone that made you smile, happy your husband was up to join you in your morning delight. “So needy, wife—you can’t even wait until your husband’s awake to start playing with his cock, huh?” 

“Sorry, husband,” you purred, not feeling sorry at all as you arched your back and pushed your hips down further on Andy’s hard length. “You shouldn’t have given me permission to do what I want while you’re sleeping if you didn’t want to wake up with my needy pussy wrapped around your hard cock.”

Andy groaned, his hands lifting to your hips and, with a brutal shove, he impaled you the rest of the way on his length,  stuffing you full with one move and wringing a sharp gasp from your lips. He grunted at the tight squeeze of your inner walls and pressed a kiss to your temple, his beard rasping against your skin and making you shiver.

“Love waking up to your perfect cunt on my cock, wife,” he rumbled, his hips thrusting up lazily while you moaned and rocked back onto his cock. “So soft and warm and wet for me—you feel perfect, wife, perfect.”

Your fingers sank into Andy’s thick hair and you guided his mouth to yours as best you could without opening your eyes, your lips finding one another in the dim light of the morning. Your husband kissed you as sweetly as he’d spoken his words of praise, filling you with every ounce of love in his heart while you poured your own back into him. 

The soft clapping of your skin against his set a new rhythm in the room as the rain continued outside, but you were too wrapped up in your husband to notice anything beyond him. When your mouths finally parted, you gasped and moaned while he grunted and groaned beneath you, your bodies writhing together and seeking pleasure in each other. 

“Andy,” you cried softly on a gasp, burying your face in his neck while your fingers curled in his hair, clinging on to him as ecstasy swirled through your body. “I’m gonna—please, husband,” you mumbled, knowing you didn’t make sense, and knowing it didn’t matter because Andy would know what you needed because of the way your pussy was fluttering around his thrusting length.

But it seemed your husband wanted to pay you back for waking him up early because his next words weren’t a soothing acknowledgement of your looming release. They were a dirty demand, rumbled right into your ear.

“Beg for it.”

A whimper escaped your lips at the command, the gruff sternness in Andy’s voice only making your body clench tight as you barreled toward your release. You were so close that all you could do was submit and give Andy what he wanted. 

“Please, husband, please make me come,” you babbled, the words falling from your lips easily as you were driven by your need for satisfaction. “Wanna come all over your big cock, wanna feel you spill inside me—please, please, oh god, Andy, please!”

“Good girl,” he cooed in your ear, gripping your ass in his big hands, making you squeal as his fingertips dug into your plush softness. “Now, come,” he growled through gritted teeth, holding you still as he fucked up into you, bouncing your hips on his cock and grinding against your clit in just the right way to set you off.

You came with a scream that you muffled against Andy’s shoulder, your mouth open wide as you wailed in ecstasy, your whole body trembling as waves of pleasure washed over you. Andy’s arms flexed against your sides, holding you pinned down on top of him, your pussy rhythmically squeezing his cock while he rutted up into you. It wasn’t long before he was groaning his own release, his cock twitching deep in your cunt as he came inside you.

When he was spent, Andy heaved a heavy sigh and sagged back into the bed, leaving you to stay sprawled across his chest, his softening cock still wedged in your pussy. Your chests were pressed so tightly together, you could feel his heartbeat pounding against his ribcage, and you smiled, ducking your face to press a kiss right against his sternum.

“Go back to sleep, wife,” Andy muttered, running his hand down your spine to soothe you. His soft touch made your muscles melt, and sleep crowded into your consciousness.

“Yes, husband,” you mumbled, already halfway there.

Between the steady beating of Andy’s heart and the constant pitter patter of the rain against the windows, you were lulled back to sleep with a smile on your face. As you slept, you dreamt of your husband, and the love you felt when you were tucked safely into the warmth of his arms on a rainy spring morning.