#andy black fluff

[eccentricallygothic]

You get sick but you hate the doctor and his healing remedies so Daddy!Ari Levinson/Andy Barber…

Oh my God?

The man is like an actual parent?

Like, sometimes you have to remind him that he's your Daddy and not your Dad (and get punished for it)!

Whether it is Andy or Ari, both are such naggy old men and so fucking sharp at picking up the smallest of anomalies and differences in your behavior and condition because of their jobs that it is annoying. 

For instance;

One dark eyebrow raises at you when he notices your chatterbox is uncharacteristically quiet today. Because -not that he is complaining or ungrateful- usually your voice runs his old man ears raw. And when you avoid his eyes as you take way more interest in his preparation of breakfast because your baby sloth ass could never, his Daddy antennas are up and steering around in vigilance before you can blink your next. 

You just nuzzle closer into your stuffie and suppress a cough because the pain in your head and nose is nothing compared to what his treatment entails. In your little mind, dealing with this is better than Daddy finding out you're sick. 

The older man puts down the spatula and since his hands are all you let yourself see, it is impossible for you not to notice when he puts them on his hips. You chew on your bottom lip and stare at his belt for a few moments while praying hard that he resumes his work but your Daddy can be just as stubborn as you. 

And when you do look up, his suspicion is making his burly appearance even more intimidating than it already is. You cannot help but gulp. You give him a confused look with a little shrug of your shoulders. Unfortunately for you, the two of you have been over this one too many times. 

“Say something.” The simple command comes out a menacing order because of the baritone quality of his voice and the way his muscular arms cross over his broad chest serves only to make you feel even smaller. He raises an eyebrow. 

You shrug in pretend puzzlement again, eyes looking at him like he is being weird when you are the one giving yourself away. Your voice is one of the first things to change when you are nearing a flu or a similar sickness so after you realized that it is what your Daddy catches on, your great idea was simply not to speak. 

Sadly for you, you can never outsmart your old man. 

“I want you to say something, now.” You dumbly sign him ‘what?’ and completely damn yourself but you're too small and slow to realize it just yet. 

It is painfully obvious, honestly. You are hugging your sickness time teddy that your Daddy jokingly named Mr. Sicky because of how he only gets attention when you're under the weather, your nose is red, your eyes are glazed and your body that curls in on itself on the kitchen island chair looks like it's on the verge of crying like a little baby because of how sensitive you tend to become. 

“Okay, fine” he puts the kitchen towel that was hanging by his shoulder down on the counter and kills the stove before walking around the barrier separating the two of you, big arms reaching to grab a hold of you. “Come here” your eyes widen and though your heavy head pounds from how you jump off your seat, a painful escape is better than meddies and his old man remedies. 

But alas!

Your grizzly of a Daddy is too fast. 

You furiously shake your head and kick your limbs like an agitated hedgehog to try and break free from your cruel captor, still refusing to utter a single syllable and trying to avoid his prying hand so he can't find his way to your throat. 

“Stay still” he deeply grunts, easily holding you up in the air and against his strong chest with an ironhold around your waist all by one arm. 

You growl and bare your teeth like an angry pupper trying to bark at an adult husky. 

“Ughhh—”

“There we go~” the older man drawls out in satisfaction when he locates the damage with the use of his old man methods by feeling for swelling under your jaw and behind your ears. “I knew it.” 

“Let go, meanie!” He hums in triumphant sarcasm when you finally let your nasal voice loose. “Ugh!” You try to crane your head away from him, legs furiously fighting a lost battle. “I don't like you!” 

Your Daddy is so not impressed and completely unbothered. “Too bad.” The sheer lack of effort it takes him to hook your protestant form to his hip as he walks to the sink to fill up a pot with water is in stark contrast to the energy you're putting into your unsuccessful escape. 

“I dun want! I dun want! I dun want!” He doesn't even grunt as he places the pot on the stove and turns it on to boil with his free hand. “NO!” Next he leans over the counter to phone your usual doctor just because he does not like to use medication carelessly.  “This abusive!” You are so tired and sore that you cannot even properly speak but you swear to yourself that you will die before you let him put you in that stupid steam treatment that always suffocates you. 

(You will lose because your brutish bear Daddy will tightly hold you against him under the blanket until the steam forces your blocked pathways open but a brat can dream) 

“Babies are too small to know or decide what's right for them” he is slightly distracted as he softly squints at the dialer like the oldie he is. “Now shush so Daddy can speak to Uncle Steve.” That is, the name of your Doctor who is another meanie because he's besties with your villain of a Daddy. He always has great fun recommending you ewie gargles.

“Nu…” You whisper in despair as your words melt into a cough. All you can do is watch your blurred reflection in one of the fridge doors as you hang sideways, the deep voice of your Daddy filling your ears as he props the phone against his shoulder to take out ingredients for one of the many soups you will be cursed to for the next few days.

You hate soups! 

Especially the sick time ones! 

Daddy always tells you you're being dramatic but he will never be able to fool you! You just know he puts extra ewie healing things -probably recommendations of his be(a)stie!- in them that always make the soups taste so old man recipe-like! You puff your cheeks and glare at the stupid celery stalks that he places upon the chicken container.

You may be sick, but that will not stop you from going to war before your old man can put a spoon of that in your mouth!

[sstan-hoe]

◇ 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐬 ◇

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber × fem!wife!reader

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

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — I won't be posting for a little while now, my plan is to finish some fics and have them ready for all of you!! reblog/ comment and follow!

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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[im-jesus]

Remus and Sirius' Christmas Eve after Harry falls asleep waiting for Santa. The kiss didn't come out as strong as I wanted it to, but I still consider it a win.

Harry made the star, and yes, his stuffy is a reindeer, and yes, his slippers are mismatched. The empty frame above Harry is his parents' portrait, but they were visiting someone else for a minute.

this second one's a bit further back so you can see more; I'm shit at photographing this stuff. sorry for the cruddy quality on the farther back images

[cevansbrat0007]

How would aj and Andy feel if his friends call his mom a milf ( gp!reader) aj is in his teens

Summary: You're a wife, a mother, and apparently...a MILF.

Warnings: Fluff, Female Objectification, Mentions of Violence, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: This drabble is part of my Growing Pains Series. All mistakes are my own. Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are appreciated. ___

"Dude! It was just a joke, bro!" The young man sputters as his friend, A.J. Barber, unceremoniously thrusts his gym bag and water bottle into his arms. "I wasn't being serious."

A.J. simply shakes his head as he brushes by his buddy, Max, to open the door before gesturing for him to step outside.

"DUDE!"

"That was my mom, man. My MOM!" The younger Barber huffs, pointing an accusatory finger at Max. "And I don't know how old she is because I'm afraid to ask. I saw my Dad do it one time and it did not go well, okay? But she's not - she's so not a...a..."

A.J. trails off, visibly shuddering as he's unable to finish his sentence. Out of nowhere comes another voice, this one belonging to the Barber family patriarch.

"What's all this commotion about, gentlemen? I can hear you from the kitchen." Andy strides into the foyer, wiping his wet hands on a navy blue dishtowel.

"Nothing." His son grumbles, blowing out a breath as he tries to resist the urge to thrust his friend out the door and slam it shut in his pencil-mustached face. "Max was just leaving."

Andy raises a concerned brow. "Before dinner? But we're making tacos in the wok tonight. Well, your mother is. I'll just be there to supervise."

And by "supervise", he meant hang out in the middle of the kitchen while you cooked so that he could occasionally accost with you kisses. While he thought of it as his own version of moral support, you maintained that he just liked getting in your "fucking way".

Your words, not his.

"He's not hungry." A.J. grunts at the same time as his pal utters the words "I could eat".

"Uh huh." The older man casts them both a suspicious look before crossing his arms over his rather impressive chest. Even in his fifties, Andrew Barber was still easy on the eyes. The budding silver-fox still managed to attract female attention wherever he went, whether he wanted it or not.

But he never paid it any mind, because he was also a happily married man who wore his wedding ring with pride

"Mrs. Barber is a phenomenal cook. My mom can't cook worth shi- I mean crap." Max laughs nervously, his hand going to rub the back of his neck. "She - my mom. Her food is not great, like at all. But, uh, maybe we could eat by the pool like we did last time."

"He's really gotta go, Dad."

"It's okay A.J. - I can stay. Mom's cool with it." Max calmly pats A.J. on his shoulder, trying to ignore the fire burning behind his hazel eyes.

"I mean...I suppose we could do that." Andy responds, a hint of skepticism in his tone. "I wonder if Y/N feels like making her homemade salsa too. I probably oughta ask..." His short, trimmed nails absently go to scratch at his bearded chin that now sported flecks of gray.

For the life of him, he couldn't seem to figure out why his son was turning such a spectacular shade of red. Or what now had him typing so furiously on his phone.

"She definitely should." Max tosses his bag back at Junior as a grin spreads across his smug face. "And you know, they say that a little sunshine does a body good."

"That it does." Andy agrees, noting of the sudden tenseness in his son's shoulders.

"And I know it's true, because the last time I saw Mrs. Barber outside she looked amazing."

Now that stops Andy quick, even as A.J. makes what sounds like a distinct choking noise in the back of throat. But the young man - Max - keeps talking, seemingly unaware of the danger he's just placed himself in.

"I was just telling A.J. here that your wife is definitely a MILF, sir. We talk about it all the time at school. And you can totally tell she works out or whatever, because she doesn't even look like how most Moms look. "

Suddenly, Andy's twitching eye mirrors his son's own.

"Hey, how old is Mrs. Barber now? Like 40?"

Andy clears his throat before casting a withering glare in the direction of his son's friend. "A word to the wise, young man - never ask a woman her age. Especially not if you want to live long enough to see your way through puberty."

A.J. nods along before returning his attention back to his phone.

"Even I don't know how old my wife is, mostly because I'm not stupid enough to ask."

"But then how do you -" Max interrupts, clearly confused by the direction of this conversation.

"If I think I need to know, then I guess. And when I guess, I err on the side of caution. Because I'm smart, and I've come to understand the meaning of the phrase happy wife, happy life."

"Oh."

"However, even without knowing just how many times Mrs. Barber has made the journey around the sun, she's still out of your age bracket. And therefore out of your league." Andy places a hand on Max's bicep, squeezing just hard enough to make the younger man gulp.

"And I would appreciate it if you didn't disrespect my wife and the mother of my son like that ever again. Do we have an understanding, Maximilian Robert Greenwell?"

"Ye-yeah. I mean yes, sir!" He quickly amends when he notices the way the elder Barber's nostrils flare. "Sorry about that. And, um, my bad, A.J."

"I took the liberty of texting your mom. She'll be here any minute." Andy's namesake interjects. "I suggest you wait for her on the front porch."

Without offering up another word, he opens the door and points toward the street. Taking the hint, his friend gathers his things once again and traipses outside. "Guess, I'll just see you at school -" He tries, only to be cut off when the door slams in his face with a satisfying thud.

"You alright, son?"

"Yep." He huffs before flipping the lock.

"You sure?"

"When he wasn't going on and on about Mom, he also threw in how KitCat and Rory were kinda hot, especially for a couple of nerds. But I shut that down fast. But then he just had to go and call Mom a MILF..."

"I understand. I've seen a lot of men do and say plenty of stupid things because of your mother, but Max..."

The two men share a look of quiet understanding. It lasts a full beat before they finally speak again.

"Max is dead to me, father."

"Good man." A.J. smiles when his father affectionately claps him on the shoulder. "We've got to watch out for the women in this house."

"We do. Plus, they'd eat a guy like Max for breakfast. I mean the level of violence I've been subjected to alone - I wouldn't wish that on my worst enemy, including him."

"Mhm." Andy wraps a muscled arm around the younger Barber, pulling him close to drop a brief kiss on top of his head. "Believe me when I tell you that your Mom's silverware throwing ability has seriously improved over the years. Shit is scarily accurate now."

A.J. simply nods, choosing to take his father at his word. "Well, now that that's over, is it almost time for dinner? Protecting the women in this house can really take a lot out of you."

The elder man sniffs the air, his nose detecting the delicious aroma of fresh herbs simmering in hot oil.

"I think it is. Smells like your mother's cooking now, which means I need to get in my spot." Andy bestows one last kiss against his boy's temple before playfully pushing him to the side. "Besides, I don't think I've given her a reason to fuss at me yet today. Gotta keep the spark alive somehow, kid."

Throwing his son one last wink, A.J. then watches as his father jogs off in the direction of the kitchen bellowing "here I come, baby girl".

With a sigh, the youngest member of Barber brood turns and begins climbing the stairs, laughing when he hears his lovely mother's annoyed shouts coming from the other side of the house.

His parents were crazy about each other, that much he knew. But the older he got, the more he was beginning to realize that there was a little more to it. They were actually still in love with one another.

And that was cool. Sometimes, it even made him the envy of his friends whose folks were either divorced or barely tolerated each other. He was cool with that too.

Just don't ever call his pretty Mama a MILF. Because that shit right there...that wasn't cool no matter how you spun it.

END

[shininglikeyoursmile]

In the waves of your love , I wish to drown🌊🌊🌊

Pairing: Andy barber x reader

Warning: fluff and implied smut at the very end, no spoilers for defending Jacob.

Word count: around 300

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A/n : I love him .

sorry for any grammatical error . No beta read , all mistakes my own!

Reblogs and feedback are always and most appreciated 🥰🥰🥰 please let me know what you think, dear !❤️

Not that it's a secret that Andy loves you

But he never misses any chance to show you how much

He always have his hand resting on your back , his touch providing a sense of comfort and safety

Always kisses your forehead like morning, evening, noon, night

He hugs you whenever he sees you , before leaving for work, after coming back, when you achieve something, when you smile

He makes you dance with him after you both finish dinner or in the meantime, when you're him make breakfast

When you both go out he does a little slow dance, without any background music , just both of you staring at each other, giggling at silly jokes or appreciating each other in your lives

His favorite move is the one where you rest your head on his shoulder, your back to his chest and both your hands intertwined with his , while he sways you both

Just before your date start he takes both your hands in his, kissing each one softly , while he stares intently. His gaze never falters even when you shy away and just when you scold him with a light chuckle followed by whine of his name he chuckles back at your reaction

He softly cups your face and leans in to kiss your lips softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb and humming in the kiss

He starts with how much he appreciate you, how beautiful you are not only in appearance but as in your personality too

He tells you that your smile is one of his favorite, and that always makes you smile

You both go out for ice cream or any desserts after your date while walking

You both find it comforting when you both talk while walking for a while

You both play silly games after finishing your deserts, finding an odd comfort when the sky turns black

Like hide and seek, catching each other , blindfolding the 9ther while the one laughs and giggles uncontrollably

The date are mostly once a week , you both agreed , but it could be any day if you want to

The only difference is the food and rest is same at home

Your home. Your Andy. And You

He brings you mini toys of Marvel characters, pens, diary , stickers cause he knows how much you like those

You both go shopping like twice a month , and he showers you with anything you ask for

Always holds your hand in public, a gesture you find comforting

And after your trips you both end up on the couch, cuddling, talking about stuff, or on bed with you screaming his name from pleasure....

[the-nation-of-today]

The Andy hair fluff scale. Do you get it

[flairfortori]

Hi i'm kinda thinking on making fics.. SMUT or Fluff, i Will accept request and everything You want!, it could be any fandom, well i just wanted to Say that and.. yeah ty or probably i would delet this if no one sees this..

[nom-nommmm1]

What do they do in their free time?

…..

This is what I do…

Anyways but another creation for April fools love u guys <3

Please if u save this photo give me credit for it.

[cryptic--writing]

Hi ☺️ I was wondering if you could do reader x Andy Biersack. I know you do more Metallica Dave and those guys but I figured I ask 🙈. If you're able to I'm open to smut or fluff for Andy 🤗

hihi!

writing for more people is something I wanna talk about, so I hope you don't mind I use your ask to do so! (and sorry for not actually writing a fic for him!)

so I had no idea who andy was until I googled him, and there are many people I'm sure others would like to see me write for, but some of them I've just never heard of before

ive debated opening up to do members of gnr, except I don't listen to them (like they aren't in my playlist, sad I know) and all I really know about their charecter is that axl is an asshole lmao

and other bands too, like people like Pantera fics too and theuyre like my 3rd fav band ever but it would just feel wrong to write smut about people who have passed (no hate to anyone who does that's just me) and also people say they're racist and this and that and I don't need that hate on my page lol

and somewhat same with aic so maybe I'll expand my list but with angst/fluff only for a lot of them lol

so, if there is someone you are wondering if I'd write for, comment their name under this post and I'll answer if I'll write for them and add them to my very short list

[fangirl94stuff]

Andy Biersack (Black Veil Brides)

Y/N

Have you ever woken up one day and an old memory hits you like a tonne of bricks? That happened to you today. You woke up before your alarm which was rare, but when you reached for your phone something flashed in your mind about a time you'd like to forget and a person you hadn't thought about in over eight months.

FLASHBACK

'ANDY! LOOK AT ME, WE DON'T TALK ANYMORE!!' you shout at the top of your lungs, making your boyfriend stop in his tracks with his back still to you.

'Why would I talk to you y/n?' Andy sneers, 'You don't understand anything about my music anymore, Black Veil Brides are going to be big and I need to make some changes.'

'What are you going on about Andy?' you ask, scared at what he meant by changes.

You and Andy had been together since the start of high school, you loved and supported him, but you were complete opposites. Andy liked the colour black and you liked colour, it made your relationship stronger. Since the band's debut album Andy had changed, staying out late getting drunk and you didn't like what he was becoming. You refused to change to appease him.

Andy finally faces you, his expression cold, 'We're over y/n. I need to move on and you're keeping me in the past. Pack your things and get out of my apartment.'

END OF FLASHBACK

Andy threw away years of happy memories, his ego turning him into a monster. He left the apartment and you packed your belongings and crashed on a friend's sofa. You were broken, and it had taken you months to get over him, though you'd never fully forget your first love.

You managed to get your design company up and running and had done a few commissions for band merch. You were finishing up a design for Escape The Fate when someone knocks on your front door.

Not expecting anyone, you get up and instead of looking through the peephole like normal you simply open the front door.

'Hello, how can--' you stop mid-sentence, freezing on the spot, eyes wide at who stood in front of you.

This couldn't be the same Andy from your flashback, that Andy was cold and emotionless, while this Andy looked dishevelled and had red puffy eyes from crying. You could still get lost in his blue eyes, which used to twinkle but now looked dead.

'Err y/n, I know I have no right to come here after what I did, but do you think we can talk?' he mumbles, his usual confidence gone.

Your mind screamed at you to slam the door in his face, but your heart yearned to hear him out. If you didn't like what he had to say then you could ask him to leave. Maybe you could finally get answers to all your unanswered questions.

You nod and step aside, 'You can come in, but I'm working so not for long.'

Andy walks into your apartment trying to avoid eye contact with you while you take a deep breath and close the door behind him. He stops at the end of the hallway before entering the lounge and motions to a framed photograph on the wall.

'You kept that?' he asks, astonished, 'I assumed you'd thrown it away.'

He was referring to a black and white photograph he'd taken of you just before going to a graduation party with him, which he'd had blown up and framed because he said you were beautiful and wanted to capture your beauty on camera. You weren't looking at the camera, you were smiling and laughing at what someone said to your left while playing with the hem of your white lace dress. It was one of your favourite photos and memories.

'I liked it, reminded me of the good old days, now talk Biersack,' you say a little blunt.

Andy shuffles into the lounge and sits down on the sofa, 'nice design,' he mutters, pointing at your laptop.

You nod and sit down next to him, closing the lid of the laptop not letting him get distracted anymore, 'if you're not going to speak then let me. Do you know how broken I was? How I sunk into depression over analysing every part of our relationship and how you must have been right about me being the problem. I was a wreck Andy and only in the last couple of months have I gotten my life back on track, realising one day I wasn't the problem you were.'

Andy's lip quivers but he stops himself from crying again, 'I have no excuses y/n, I was the problem. You were right about me becoming a monster, I was blinded by the sudden success and let people around me fuel my ego and fill my head with thoughts of being better off without you. But those people aren't in my life anymore.'

Your heart and mind were at each other's throats right now, you wanted to both hug him and slap him.

You roll your eyes, 'did you come here thinking a simple explanation would win me back Andy? Did you think I'd forgive you and beg to get back together again? The distance between us has made me a stronger person.'

Andy's eyes widen in shock and he grabs your hands in his shaking his head, 'If anything I should be the one begging you. The explanation was simple and I never thought you'd forgive me. Yes, a part of me thought there was a chance of reconciliation and I hate and admire at the same time how much you've grown. You might not need me anymore y/n but I still need you.'

This was the most honest and vulnerable you'd ever seen Andy, his frantic state reminded you of your depression since here he was overthinking everything. This Andy reminded you of the scared and slightly intimidated boy who didn't think his voice was good enough to be a lead singer, but you'd encouraged him to go for his dreams.

You pull your hands out of his and stand up so that you were staring down at him, 'we can't make this work Andy. I'm not going to let you back in to hurt me down the line.'

Andy bites his lip and bows his head in defeat, 'I'm not asking to go back to what we were y/n, I'm asking you to give me a second chance to start from scratch. Turn over a new leaf for both of us to move forwards.'

You tilt your head to the side a little confused, 'what do you mean?'

Andy gets up and stretches out one hand, 'Hi I'm Andrew Dennis Biersack, and you are?'

You stare at his hand, torn at what to do. He was putting the ball in your court. If you were going to do this, then you weren't going to make things easy on him.

You shake his hand, 'I'm y/n y/l/n, don't make me regret this.'

Andy's eyes come back to life and the twinkle you remembered seems to return, the twinkle that made your heart skip a beat, 'a blank slate y/n, and you won't regret this.'

Well, this wasn't how you expected your day to go when you woke up. This was going to be a long journey, but fingers crossed that the two of you came out the other end unscathed and in a relationship stronger than your last.

[sstan-hoe]

🧚🏻‍♀️✨Bippity boppity bow chicka wow oww! You’ve been visited by the Shameless Hoe Fairy, and now you must pick one CE fictional babe and share a hoe thought including the prompts: tears + “Promise I’ll make it all better.” 😏 Go on and spread those shameless hoe vibes and your legs 😘❤️

oh, oh, oh...this is not gonna end well...😏😏 I can't betray my husband... Imagine he's fucking you, good and hard...not stopping, but oh you're crying! Oh, how guilty he feels...

pairing — andy barber x fem!reader

warnings — I have no idea if this makes sense

note — look at @stargazingfangirl18 spreading some much needed hoe vibes 😌😌 she knows how to get you going! reblogs/comments are appreciated :) short but filthy I hope

His hands gripped your hips as he moved them over his cock, you held onto his shoulders. Your head fell back as hit your cervix hard, even rolling his own hips up too meet your thrusts.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” Andy was slowly, but surly losing control. Right hand moving up to the back of your head, tucking harshly on your roots.

You groaned loudly, tears beginning to sting in your eyes. Andy closed his mouth around your throat, sucking on your sensitive skin.

“Oh, honey…, that’s it,” he whispered against your neck, bucking his hips up in a harsh thrust. God, he loved feeling you clench around him, hitting your sweet little spot and bruising your skin with his hands, mouth, everything.

Andy slides his hand from your waist to your clit, rubbing hard circles, causing a pornographic moan to slip past your lips.

“Fuck, Andy,” you cried, tears now fully streaming down your cheeks and catching your man’s attention.

“Honey…tears? I’m sorry, let me make it up to you,” Andy gently stroked your cheek and laid you back on the bed.

“Promise I’ll make it all better,” his hands moved to your centre, caressing your skin. Then he latched his mouth onto your cunt, devouring every drop.

It felt good, better than his cock splitting his open — okay his cock always felt good, but with his tongue Andy was a lot more sensitive. You enjoyed it, couldn’t suppress the whimpers and moans slipping from your tongue.

[cevansbrat0007]

Okay so kind of a dramatic ask, but what if Andy bear was out of town for a business trip. And reader just had a shit day. She just wanted to come home and cuddle her man, but he was gone. So she just cries. And lays down. Doesn’t want to eat, shower, you know how a bad day gets you down. She calls Andy to hear his voice and just loses it and cries. How would our Andy talk her off the ledge and be there for her from a far?

Safe With Me Warnings: Fluff, Cursing, Minors DNI ___

So, that's not very dramatic at all. Andy really shines in these moments, because it's not often that his overly headstrong Baby Girl lets him in without a little prompting. Especially early in their relationship.

When she lets down her guard and allows herself to be vulnerable, that's when Andy knows that his woman feels safe with him.

The first time she allowed herself to have a moment with him was when he took a trip to Washington D.C. - right after the events in The Key. While it may have taken a little convincing, Baby Girl did finally agree to stay at Andy's place until her asshole of a landlord, Rodney, got around to fixing her heat.

A couple days into her stay at Casa Barber, she had a really bad day. It was one for the books. We're talking shitty clients, missed deadlines, issues with the commercial printer. You name it - everything that could go wrong did. And she unfairly took quite a bit of heat for mistakes and hiccups that were not her doing.

And all she wanted was to crawl into bed with her Andy Bear and have herself a good cry. She knew he wouldn't hesitate to wrap her up in his arms, sitting patiently while she took her time getting settled in his lap. And once she was comfy she could just let it all out.

They usually FaceTimed every night, or at least they tried to. But she also didn't want to necessarily bother him either. However, it also didn't stop her from climbing into his bed, grabbing his pillow, and burying her face in the soft fabric so that she could inhale his scent.

That way she could maybe pretend that he was there. That, instead of a pillow, she was curled up with the real thing. Her Big Man.

Because she's in a mood, instead of waiting for him to initiate their nightly call she decides to take a chance and dial him early. And when he doesn't answer, she resigns herself to the fact that he's probably busy with more important things. So she leaves him what she hopes sounds like a bright and cheery voicemail before simply giving up.

Because she's a grown woman. And she doesn't want to be a bother. So it's back to wallowing she goes. She doesn't want to eat. She doesn't to shower. She's lucky she somehow managed to strip off most of her clothes before getting in bed, even though she left them all over the bedroom floor.

And she'll be damned before she picks that shit up and puts it in the hamper.

But let's remember that this is Andrew Barber we're talking about. And he does not play when it comes to his Baby Girl. This man - her man - is also unbelievably perceptive. And when he hears the little hitch in her voice he automatically knows something is up.

When he calls her back via FaceTime roughly ten minutes later, she does eventually allow him to see her face onscreen. Albeit, after a fair bit of coaxing on his part. But Andy already knows she's not fine. He doesn't necessarily need to see her face to put all that together.

But his gorgeous girl also needs to be reminded that it's okay to not be okay - especially with him.

"Aw, sweetheart...it's okay." He coos, his gentle eyes filled with concern. "It's okay. You're safe with me. Take your time and let it out. And then we can go from there."

As it all comes bubbling out of her, Andy leans back and listens patiently. While it goes against his instincts - that pragmatic part of his brain that tells him to swoop in with a solution and save the day - he realizes that what his Baby Girl needs now is his ear.

And what's more, she needs his support. It doesn't matter that it's coming long-distance. Even though the only thing he wants to do right at that very moment is hold her close.

While she's talking, her ever-attentive boyfriend quietly busies himself with ordering takeout from her favorite Chinese spot. He makes sure to order all of her favorites - cashew chicken, house special fried rice, egg rolls, potstickers, crab rangoons.

All of it.

And then he takes it even further, surprising her by having it delivered right to his front door. Meanwhile, Andy orders room service so that they can share a meal together.

Turns out, that's just what she needs. By the end of their date, his sweet Baby Girl seems to be almost back to her old self. But just to be sure, he graciously volunteers to hang around while she runs herself a bubble bath so that she can enjoy a nice soak. Under his watchful authority, of course.

Andrew Barber is nothing if not supportive.

Later on, when she's fresh out of the bath and wrapped up in one of his old t-shirts, he reads her bedtime stories until she falls asleep. He makes sure that her last thoughts are of him before she drifts off. It's only when he hears the consistent sound of her low, even breathing that he finally ends the call.

Because while you can say a whole lot about Andy Barber - you can never say that he doesn't love his Baby Girl. Both on good days, and the really fucking bad ones too.

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Does that answer your question, my dear? Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for the ask!

[awesomerextyphoon]

Andy finally made his move! What will happen between her and Steve?

His Business

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader

Words: 3,287

Summary: Andy confronts reader about her situation with Steve

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, Explicit content, cursing, spanking, use of restraint, spanking, oral f, aftercare, some fluff

A/N: This is the second installment of the Nanny AU, I’m loving the love from everyone and I am so looking forward to how everyone will love this addition. If you have any requests like me. Like, reblog, and comment if you want. I hope everyone likes it!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Previous/Next

To the average person, spending time with a bunch of overactive children would have sent anyone to pop an aspirin at the first hour. But not you, the enjoyment of both of these little humans was something that you always enjoyed. The playroom was laden with bowl after bowl of potential slime that you were helping Jake and Sophia conjure up.

“Sophie! Just because it has glitter in it does not mean you can eat it,” you took the glue bottle from her hands and replaced it with a mixing spoon. She huffed in defeat as you squeezed the bottle and added the next ingredients.

“But it’s so prettifuls! Don’t pretty things deserve to be eaten?” She was surely going to be the entire death of you yet, she made your entire heart smile. You heard a snicker coming over from jake as she had already finished a bowl. Sophie put her hands to her hips, looking over at her brother in annoyance, “what’s so funny Jakie?”

He kept kneading his slime as it began to form, “You can’t eat everything that’s pretty, dork!” Sophie grabbed a popsicle stick, throwing it square at his head, “Hey! What ya do that for?! I’m telling dad,” Of course she didn’t care because her next action was her blowing a very wet and spit-filled raspberry.

You knew you had to break up this exchange before it got too heated. While Jake had his mother’s calm nature, Sophie took in all of Andy’s fire and it was so cute to see. But the little miss could also resort to violence in a second, “Hey little lady, we do not throw things at people.”

She huffed again, crossing her arms with her signature pout, “But he called me a dork! So, he gets a stick to the head,” you couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head at her logic.

You got in between the both of them because these two could go all day, “That still doesn’t mean you get to throw sticks at your brother, miss feisty,” you turned to look at Jake, “and you mister, you don’t get to call your sister a dork just because she wants to eat pretty things.” Bringing them both on both sides of your lap, “Now apologize or no dino nuggies,” which was a lie cause you could never deny them dino nuggies.

They both huffed before giving their apologies and afterward you all finished the slime making. Clean up was seamless and you let them have some screen time as you made their lunch as you watched over them constantly. You received a notification from your phone, picking it up from the counter. Steve always kept up with you during the day so it wasn’t new that he would be messaging you.

Hi gorgeous :) surviving the little tykes?

Barely :P How’s it going over there?

I can’t get enough of these kids honestly, Tony Jr. is like his dad in every way. Morgan keeps finding new things to play with. I’m never not entertained.

Lol well, I’m up to my neck in dino nuggies right now and Sophie thinks pretty things should be eaten.

Well, she’s not wrong ya know.

She tried to eat glue!

Okay, that part she’s wrong in. But you’re the prettiest dame I ever saw and I eat you >:)

Oh yeah? And how do I taste, Mr. Rogers?

Like heaven doll… We could come visit and I can show you how good you taste?

Dirty boy! We can’t do that with the kids around.

Can’t knock a man for trying. But the kids do want to come over. They haven’t seen their friends in a while. Think that would be okay?

I don’t see a problem with it and Mr. Barber has already said you all are more than welcome to visit. Plus it gives me time to ogle at you while the kids play.

That’s all the motivation I need. See you in a bit.

Although work went easily today for Andy, he was still on edge from seeing you and steve the other day. He wouldn’t deny that he was angry from the surprising PDA and he thought that you would tell him if you were talking to him. For the life of him, he didn’t even see what you saw in Steve.

Now that part he was lying to himself about that and he knew it. Even if he shamelessly stroked himself to an orgasm at the thought of you being used by Steve, he still didn’t care for him touch you let alone openly kissing you on the cheek.

He was met with screams and laughter from more than two kids when he opened the door to his home. Having the Stark children over never bothered him in the slightest. If anything they saw Andy as an honorary uncle most of the time.

What made the blood rise in him was the fact that Steve was there, innocently, of course, watching the children play while being seated by you. That was his spot and he wanted him gone. But he couldn’t tear the kids away from their friends.

So, the most reasonable option would to be friendly and set his own selfish emotions aside. The kids saw the door open and they all automatically ran over to Andy, punching the air out of him as they all tried to grab and hug him. “Oof! I’m being attacked by a bunch of cuties. How’s it going, guys?” His arms were long and big enough to wrap around the group of kids as they all began talking at once.

“So fun daddy! We all played hide and seek ad then Jr. showed us his mom’s pretty helmet,” exclaimed Sophie as she clung to his leg. She always looked at Andy with so much adoration that he knew he would never get tired of that look.

“Yeah, Mr. Barber I may have found it in dad’s secret room or something,” he smirked knowing that he was always watching everything that his dad did.

Steve looked over to Junior, shaking his head, “You are like the most stealthy kid ever, might even give miss Morgan a run for her money.”

Morgan huffed, poking her chest out, “He will never beat me in sneaking Mr. Rogers!” she pulled out a small remote that looked really high-tech, “See! bet you never seen this before Junior!” she stuck her tongue out as Steve walked up to the group taking both items from them.

“Now what would your parents think about you going into their stuff?” He asked as he quirked his eyebrows at the both of them. The kids giggle as Junior gave Steve an amused looked.

“That you suck at your job!” That made Andy clutch his chest in laughter cause boy he did not like Steve. But it was only based on jealousy. Still didn’t matter that Tony Jr. was a comedian just like his father.

Steve picked up the small boy raising him in the air as he tickled him incessantly, “Oh yeah big guy? Want me to tell em that you were being a little thief again?” He said during his tickling attack. The boy had no choice but to surrender.

“Okay! Okay! You win Mr. Rogers! You know how to break a person down, don’t you?” You let out a stifled giggle because boy was he right. Both men heard you as they looked over at you. Steve had a smirk plastered on his face cause he knew how to break you down in more ways than one. Andy was annoyed cause he knew what that laugh meant in a way. It only made him not like Steve more.

The night had crept on everyone as you bid good night to Steve and the kids. You two embraced a little too long for Andy’s liking so he retreated to his office to start some work. Even though it was summer break, the kids still had bedtimes and you made sure that they didn’t deviate from it. As you finished your second story of the night for Jake, he was already asleep.

You turned off the main light and flicked his night light on as you left the room quietly.

You started your journey to your own bedroom, passing Andy’s office that had the door ajar. He saw you pass as he called over to you, “Y/N? Could you come in here for a minute?” You thought nothing of it because being in Andy’s office wasn’t something that was foreign. You stepped in and stood at the edge of his desk wondering what he could have wanted.

He looked over at your looking up with a softened look, judging by the glass next to him, he had been drinking, “You can close the door and sit. I just wanted to talk to you about something,” you proceeded to follow his instructions as he grabbed another glass for you to pour a drink for you. He knew exactly what you liked because even though he was your boss, you two did share friendly moments.

You grabbed the glass and pushed the rim to your lips as you took a small sip. Placing the cup back down you could see that Andy sat back down in his seat, “What is it that you wanted to talk about Mr. Barber?”

He gave you small smile as she took another sip, not taking his eyes off of you as you felt the heat in his gaze, “You don’t have to call me Mr. Barber when we’re alone,” you looked up at him as he swung around to look directly at you. He wanted to have the conversation the right way and not offend you but he could no longer hold it in, “So, you and Steve are a thing?” You started to choke on your drink as soon as you took another sip.

You started to cough slightly as you looked up at Andy, his look still soft, “Um, I’m not sure if you should know that Andy.” It wasn’t like you kept secrets from him but this was your personal life which he had no jurisdiction over. He didn’t look offended but you wanted to know the reason behind his question, “Why would you want to know about me and Steve?”

He leaned back in his chair, his gaze staying on you, “I saw you two the other day when you thought I left the house,” you remembered that day well. You had retreated back into the house after seeing Steve and being startled to see Andy in regular clothes. He didn’t seem like he had seen anything. Actually, he was being extra friendly to you that day and you just thought he was in a really good mood.

You took another sip nervously, feeling the effects of the drink. It was embarrassing that you were such a lightweight, but you felt more open and vulnerable in this state. You leaned a little closer giving him a questioning look, “Why didn’t you say anything, Andy? We could have talked about it that day.” He knew you were right but it didn’t change the fact that you chose Steve over him. He wanted you and having Steve touch the person he wanted to be his was infuriating.

But he knew that he had no right to your business, that was a fact. He just wanted you to be his business, “I didn’t want to scare you off or think I was invading your privacy. Plus, I didn’t like his hands on you,” you could appreciate him not being in your business but what took you for surprise was that he didn’t like Steve’s hands on you. Did… Did Andy like you? It couldn’t be.

You felt comfortable once he was so open in how he felt, “Did you think he was going to hurt me? Why don’t you like him or his hands on me rather.” He stood up from his seat, walking over to you, he lowered himself to your eye level.

This was the closest you two have ever been and the tension between you two could be felt. He looked at you with longing as you could smell the faint smell of liquor on his breath, “Because it should be me.” You couldn’t grasp what he was saying to you. Part of you was relieved but the other part angry because it took another man’s hands to be on you for him to notice you. Your annoyance took over.

You stood up from your seat, looking at him with disdain, “I have worked for you for over a year and now you notice me when you see Steve and me? You’ve got some nerve Andy!” your voice raising just enough for you two to hear. His eyes darkened as soon as you began to raise your voice.

He stood up, closing the space between you two. His height easily towering over yours as he lowered his face to yours barely sweeping his lips over yours, “I would lower that tone if I were you…” God you wanted to kiss him, but you had a point to prove. You wrapped your fingers around his tie, lightly tugging at the silk material.

The liquor coursing through your veins was causing all the boldness and courage to be front and center, “Or what Andy? Gonna punish me for something you should have done a long time ago?” You felt the contact of his fingers at the back of your neck, him squeezing tightly, causing your slick to pool. This is what you wanted, to be close to him in this way. At that moment, Steve was far from your mind.

His chest rumbled with a small chuckle as he licked the front of his teeth, his jaw clenching, “Watch yourself, sweetheart, I’ll give you just what you’re looking for. Bet he doesn’t tame that fucking brat that I see right now,” how right he was. Even though you two had amazing sex, you never let this side of you out and Andy knew just how to do it.

You wanted to challenge him, make him mad enough to wreck you even. The smile that crept on your face signaled that you were up to no good, “No, but he fucks me so go-,” before you could finish, he growled, turning you over as he bent you over the desk.

You tried to get up but were met with the strength of his hand, “Stay the fuck there. Wanna act like a brat, I’ll definitely treat you like one.” He undid his tie, quickly wrapping it around your wrists as he restrained them behind you.

“Thought it was smart to tell me about another man fucking you, sweetheart? You definitely fucked up.” The air felt cold on your skin as he pulled your leggings down to show only the pretty pair of lavender panties that you wore.

He could see that you were already soaked, bringing his hand over your bottom rubbing the smooth skin, “Look at that, already soaked and I haven’t even touched you yet,” whimpering at being so exposed, only made you wetter as you were finally on display for him.

He probed two fingers to your full lips, “open,” you quickly obey as they slid past your tongue, hitting the back of your throat. He grunted at how little of a gag reflex you had, “suck while I give you just what you want. Make a sound and I’ll stuff that bratty little mouth with something else.”

The sound of how authoritative his voice was only made you want to obey him more. You didn’t have time to adjust when the first blow came crashing down to your left cheek, the force causing a ripple effect, causing you to choke on his fingers. The second coming to the right cheek, causing the same effect. He did this for two more rounds, rubbing the heated skin. The sting was so deliciously painful and you were sure your slick was coating your thighs.

Once he gave 4 more rounds of harsh spanking, you were drooling around his thick digits, strings of your slick pooling from your panties. The tears streamed from your eyes as Andy marveled at his work, “Looks like you won’t be sitting comfortably for a few days sweetheart. Think you learned your lesson not to fuck with me?”

He pulled his fingers from your lips as you collapsed against the desk. Low broken sobs filled his ears as he saw your tears fall to the surface. He knew that he went a little too hard but a lesson was a lesson. He bent down, light grasping both cheeks in his hands as he kissed all over your skin. You gasp at how soft his lips felt, mindlessly pushing against his face.

He looked at how spent you were as he could smell and see how wet you were. Andy would be a fool to not taste you and it was on his mind the entire day. Pulling the soaked material to the side, he wanted to reward you for being so good. Kissing your stinging skin softly, “May I?” Seeing your hole clench and drip would have been permission enough, but he needed your words.

“Uh-huh,” was all you could utter out. You were in such painful bliss that you would have let him do anything. He softly kissed your skin again, lightly gripping your cheek.

“Words sweetheart, wanna make you feel good for doing so well for me,” His hands still rubbing your skin softly.

“Please, Andy. I need it,” a whimper falling from your lips quickly turned into a satisfied gasp as you felt his lips wrap around your clit sucking softly. He moaned at how good you tasted, licking a few stripes before dipping his tongue in your clenching hole, strumming his thumb over your bundle of nerves. You made sure to keep your sounds low as he fucked you with his tongue and eating you like you were the last meal he would ever have.

Andy pushed your legs further apart as he dove deeper between your legs as you started to tremble from your impending orgasm. He could feel you tightening around his tongue replacing it with his thick fingers, slapping his mouth over your clit to begin to work you over gloriously.

Finding your spongy spot wasn’t hard as he pressed and rubbed over it, hearing the sweet sounds coming from your lips. He sucked as his tongue flicked in a quick pace as your crash and gush all over his tongue, wetting his beard.

He drank every drop from you hungrily as you rode out your high in his mouth. His tongue swept every fold and part of you until he had his fill. Standing up, he released your wrists from the restraint as he pulled your leggings back up. Bringing you into his arms he pressed you securely against your chest before pulling back.

He pressed his lips to yours, letting you feel the softness of his lips as you reciprocated the same to his, “You were so good for me, sweetheart,” He pulled back to look at you, “Was that too much?” He was more concerned that he had hurt you.

You leaned back up kissing and lightly tugging on his lips as he pulled you closed to drink in more of you, breaking the seal you looked up at him, “No, I wanted it… So bad. I’ve wanted you for so long,” He hummed in relief as he kept you wrapped in his arms for as long as you wanted to stay there.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

An acidic gentle embrace

Xenomorph x fem!reader

warning : mention of dead, fluff/comfort (as far as this goes with the xenomorph and the film in general), wounds, no use of y/n, the xenomorph is very ooc probably but for a little cute monster you have to sacrifice something

Summary : A short trip it would have been, or so they had thought when they boarded the spaceship just a few minutes ago…and now it was apparently just the four of them on the run from a monster that was out to kill them, or caring?

info : Omg it has stuck with me since i watched the film with a friend anyway have fun with this little something and i was Inspired from THIS post check it out and the blog from @spicybunni :)

ps : The gif is really everything from @crybabyryo

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Death nothing but death would await them if they stayed here even a few moments longer. She knew that, Rain knew that and Andy knew that, they knew it from the moment they heard the hissing, the scratching of the black claws and the watery slime that spread across the floor as the mouths reached for them and the acid threatened to dissolve them.

It wasn't a hunt, it was a death sentence when both sides knew that only the lift that stood between them would mean freedom, the ship would turn on and all they had to do was get back to the hangar…while they had to deal with gravity and non-gravity.

Every time the sirens sounded they heard Rain's calls and the weight that came over them seemed to pull them off the ladder, the pull they needed to get closer and faster threatened to pull them straight back into the arms of this being, this acid-bearing being or Xenomorph as Bishop had told them before all hell broke loose.

,,Just a few more metres! Kay's got the ship ready, we can do this!" Rain shouted from above her as she flung her friend a few metres above her to Andy with a sweep of her arm as gravity was switched off, but now this creature was on her tail and maybe it was space, maybe it was her rapid heartbeat or the pain coursing through her body as she felt herself becoming more and more resigned to the fact that she might not get out of here.

It might be okay if she could carve out time for her friends for her family that she never really had except for the last few hours when they all got closer somehow, ,,Just keep going up, don't worry!" she heard her voice reply back almost automatically, the look she cast upwards telling her that Andy's silent backward glance understood, a no need for understanding when they both knew she wasn't going to make it.

Climbing further feeling the weight of the gun on her back she knew it was the last chance and it was okay so it was the right thing to do, ,,Andy! My weapon….now!" she shouted as she hauled it off her back, caught on the ladder and with another shrill sound the gravity switched off again and with a reasonably well-timed throw the android took her weapon out of the air moments later.

She heard Rain's scream and heard Andy's thanks, but her friend's screams soon joined the creature's hiss and she looked down to see the waves coming closer, ,,Come on! You beasts, here I am!" she screamed at the black creature that slithered towards her and she grabbed the small handgun and fired, knowing that she only had this moment, that her last look up showed her that it had worked, that she could at least buy her friends some time.

But the shots all missed, whether it was her trembling hands or her giving up she didn't know, what she did know was that she aimed her last shot at the ladder as gravity threatened to kick in again, ,,Come on make it quick" she hissed and for a moment she flew around the shaft until with another shrill sound gravity kicked in again and she fell with a scream.

She heard the metallic clang as the ladder scraped to the floor and walls, shattering and soon they would land, probably with a broken neck or worse alive for these creatures.

Closing her eyes just waiting for the moment she heard the hissing screeches of the aliens that seemed to be around her, she braced herself for pain for the end...as the air was forced out of her lungs and she felt the weight of gravity bearing down on her…but pain she did not feel.

Yelping as her hands touched something hard, something that had wrapped itself around her waist and had no intention of letting go, she looked directly into the face of the creature.

It just looked at her with its sharp teeth, a superior smile if you could call it that as she felt the firm tail continue to wrap around her, wrapping around her hips, supporting her legs and resting the spike on her shoulders, she was exactly where it wanted her to be.

The dangerously spiky tail was hard chitin-like and yet it handled its spike with care as the black creature slowly pulled her towards it, she heard her whimper the fear go through her as she just let this simple movement happen, ,,Stay-Stay away" escaped her lips as her hands clawed at its tail which the Xenomorph didn't even seem to notice.

The power in the tail, the power this creature had to kill her, it had used to lift her up with almost a demonstration of what it could do. Showed what it could do to her and still decided to gently hold her as if it owned her and she had no choice.

Instead, she tried to push away as it ran one of its claws over her arm as if it were trying to feel her, ,,Not-please…can-can you understand me?" she dared to ask, wincing as the sharp claws ran over the cut on her arm and the creature let out an almost silent hiss as it looked at the red blood that didn't resemble its own.

As two worlds clashed unequally, a human woman fragile fleshy helplessly wrapped by the perfect creature without feelings seemed not to care about her emotions.

This tongue other than its tail other was so grotesque that it did not match the long enveloping almost protective something, it did not give itself to her words and yet she continued to hold the movements of the muscles or whatever it was that pressed tensely against her body in the pointed tail.

It wouldn't let her go and she realised as if they both knew she could do nothing against the alien and despite the fact that she was inferior to this thing, it still chose to be gentle.

She held her bloodied hand out to the creature, trembling slightly, and saw that it seemed to be sniffing as if it was trying to gather information, ,,This is-is blood in me, you see-see," she said seemed to choke on her stammering voice, aware of the overall irony of the situation and yet seemingly more certain that it would not kill her immediately, not knowing if it understood, instead whimpering in fear as she saw the tongue-like thing.

She couldn't tell if it wanted her blood as she was still waiting for her death to come, if not through the creature then through the wounds and if they weren't fast enough then through the universe which would swallow them all up it was all a big joke from the start and an escape from here would have been too good.

Swore to herself that it would rip her hand to shreds, throwing her to the ground dead…but no instead it seemed to taste her blood the mix of overly watery saliva covering her hand unpleasant but not harmful as the xenomorph used its claw to gently pat her on the head trying to soothe her.

But it was more like someone was almost hitting her on the head it was so strong, ,,Thanks" she just said, and gasped at it as another rumble and beep went through the spaceship in all this she had almost forgotten what was happening around her and the creature seemed to have forgotten too as it hissed and pulled her closer but still not killing her.

She didn't know what it wanted and screamed in fear again as the alien moved quickly on all fours and began to crawl around, pulling her with it but not once did she hit the floor or the walls in the opposite direction, the Xenomorph was careful not to hurt her.

She was sure that she might be fed to the others or would be used as a tool as a cocoon imaginations that threatened to bring tears to her eyes as she disappeared into the shafts with the Xenomorph.

But even though it was a little narrow she found herself metres deep in like a shrouded room in which to her great shock she saw these crawling little creatures she had seen what these monsters could do to her, to her body and insides.

She scratched and clawed at the tail trying to get away wishing she had her weapon back as she saw one of the little creatures jump towards her but a scream from her ‘saviour’ and a knock away the xenomorph protected her and slowly plopped her down in the middle of this nest on something soft that looked like an old blanket or something.

Before she could even move away, however, the tail wrapped itself around her again and the Xenomorph placed itself next to her, seeming to lie down, ,,Thank you…thank you for saving me," she said, carefully placing her hand on the creature's head, which hissed quietly and tried to relax.

As the other creatures snuggled up to her body, probably enjoying her warmth, perhaps these complex, deadly creatures could feel something after all, the incidental thought occurred to her.

Even though she was surrounded by death everywhere, the Xenomorph that was with her seemed to be looking for something like maybe comfort in the face of impending death and maybe it wasn't so bad, maybe it was just that in the end as she cuddled up to the creature lightly she realised that it was all right after all instead of dying alone.

So it was that by the end the creatures were almost cuddling up to the two of them as the spaceship came closer and closer to the metreoites and in the end they were all peacefully together for the first time in a common death.

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@an-absolute-waste-of-space , @bonkbunn , @uscss-prometheus

[thefallennightmare]

Masked-Stalker!Noah Sebastian: Part Two

*gif created by me. Please feel free to use this, just give credit. All pictures for the covers are not mine, all found on pinterest. *

Pairings: Stalker!Noah Sebastian x Reader.

18+ TRIGGER WARNINGS: angst, fluff, language, stalking, kidnapping, murder, breaking and entering, watching someone sleep, blood and sexual intercourse in someone’s blood, some medical talk, a very brief mention of bombing and the aftermath of it, a scene of someone receiving stitches, two mentions of the use of drugging, murder, torture, and smut which includes p in v, primal play, knife play, branding, mask kink, chasing through words, consensual nonconsensual, oral with female and male receiving, fingering, possible anal play, bondage, public sex, and edging. I might add more to the warnings the further I get along while writing. But for now, these are all the warnings so please, read at your own risk.

Summary: Readers' sex live had been anything but exciting for years. Curiosity peeks when she stumbles upon a website where people sign up to meet strangers for a wild night of sex based on similar kinks. She meets a masked man that opened up her eyes to a world of different sexual kinks and when the night is over, she's ready to move on. The masked man, however, is not. One imprint of her on his skin is enough to make him obsessed. He'll do whatever he can to make sure she is his; whether she agrees or not.

Authors Note: I mean this with so much love and respect, if this fic is not for you, that's okay. You do not have to read it. But please, do not send me any hate for it. I've given ample warnings the type of content that is in this story and how dark it is. With that being said, here's the long awaited part two! Enjoy my loves!

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THIS IS A WORK OF FICTION. NONE OF THIS IS REAL OR HAPPENED.

READER

Sweat gathered at the back of my neck as I stared straight ahead at the wall in front of me, feeling the looming, dark presence behind me. My hands shook at my sides but I made no effort to move, not wanting to give him a reason to do whatever he had planned for me. 

“What did you do to Andy?” My voice wavered. 

Masked.Omens chuckled darkly while his hands gripped my hips, the material of his mask brushing along my neck as he breathed me in. 

“He was in the way.” 

I swallowed thickly, still refusing to look at him.  “In the way-of what?” 

“You,” his large arms wrapped around my midsection to haul me off the floor and carried me into my bedroom. 

I thrashed against him, doing whatever I could to escape his tight grasp as fear filled my veins. Masked.Omens grunted when my knee collided with his gut but he didn’t even drop me, not until we were in my bedroom and I felt my body fall to my bed. My eyes snapped to the open door yet before I could vault myself off the bed, Masked.Omens clicked open his knife. 

“Don’t even think about it, angel,” his distorted voice warned. 

Glaring up at him, I took in that he was wearing the typical black jacket, turtleneck, cargo pants, gloves, and mask. In the few meetings we had face to face, Masked.Omens only wore this get up. 

“Don’t you wear anything else?” I spit out. 

Something glimmered in his eyes as he began crawling on my bed causing me to sit straight up against the headboard, pulling my knees to my chest. 

“Do you want to see me naked, angel?” He taunted. 

I fucking hated that voice modulator he used to disguise his voice because I was desperate to hear how his actual voice sounded. 

“Fuck you,” I spat while kicking my leg out at him, only for him to grab my ankle, dragging me down the length of the bed. 

The sounds of a struggle echoed in my otherwise quiet bedroom as I grunted while trying to knee Masked.Omens in the gut but his strength was something I couldn’t fight. Locking me to the bed with his hips, those dark eyes stared down at me through his mask while his one large hand pinned both of mine above my head. 

“Are you done?” He asked, not even bothered by the struggle. 

Well, part of him was bothered by our struggle. I could feel his cock pressing against his pants as it softly brushed against my clit. I roughly chewed on my bottom lip so I didn’t let the moan slip because I couldn’t let him know how turned on I was about this entire thing; from the moment I felt his breath brush against the back of my neck. 

He killed Andy, you crazy bitch! How is this turning you on?!

Ignoring the voice in my mind, I glared up at Masked.Omens. “What did you do to Andy?” 

He ignored me, simply leaned over the bed to reach into the bag I just noticed he had hiding there. 

“How long have you been in my apartment?” I demanded to know while fighting against the grip on my hands. 

A dark chuckle danced in the air while Masked.Omens pulled out a long silk tie from his bag and then grabbed both of my hands, tying them together. 

Just before he tied me to my headboard, those raven eyes stared down at me through his mask. 

“Safe word?” 

I blinked up at him quickly, trying to comprehend what he just asked me. 

“What?” I asked. 

“If you want out, angel, say the safe word and I will end everything,” the tenderness in his voice was evident even with the modulator. 

I pondered it momentarily by sucking in my bottom lip, never once removing my gaze from him. Despite him possibly killing Andy, here Masked.Omens was giving me an out from whatever he had planned; if I wanted it. 

“No,” I spoke in a hushed tone. 

A gloved hand tilted my chin up towards his lips. “No, you want me to stop?” 

Swallowing thickly, I shook my head. “I want this.” 

With my acceptance, Masked.Omens bound my wrists together to the headboard before grabbing the knife that lay next to me on the bed, slicing through my scrubs. It was futile to yell at him for ruining a pair of expensive scrubs, it was clear this was his M.O. 

Darkened eyes drank in the appearance of my grey panties and white sports bra, me never opting to wear anything sexy while at work. I always went for comfort. And I was thankful for that because yet again, Masked.Omens cut away the fabric, leaving me bare for him. 

“The fact that I can’t shove my cock deep in your tight cunt right now irritates the hell out of me,” he sneered before reaching for the bag on the floor again. 

“Why not?” I pathetically whined. 

Those raven eyes snapped down to me, cocking his head to the side. “You slept with another man, angel. You need to be punished.” 

My mouth ran dry as I yanked on the binds with him still sitting on my hips. “That’s why you killed Andy? Because I slept with him? Last time I checked, we’re not exclusive!” 

I saw his lips twitch from the opening in his mask right before he dumped out the contents of his bag on my bed next to me, a bright red folder catching my attention out of everything. 

“How well did you know him?” Masked.Omens questioned. 

He picked up the folder and turned it to face me, a picture of Andy sticking out like a sore thumb. Not just any picture. A mugshot along with a long list of crimes; crimes I knew nothing about. 

“What’s this?” My question tumbled out on sudden dry lips as my blood ran cold. 

“Andy Biersack, wanted for smuggling things over the border to sell on the black market. Drugs, weapons, and women,” Masked.Omens read down the list of charges, the voice modulator making everything sound a hundred times worse. 

“I-I didn’t know,” I stammered while shaking my head. 

He slammed the folder shut and tossed it over his shoulder, papers scattering all over my bedroom. “So you just fuck the first guy you meet without knowing anything about him?” 

The fear of finding out about who Andy was faltered for a quick moment as I raised my brow, almost in a really sort of way. 

Masked.Omens blinked rapidly, suddenly realizing that he was not only talking about Andy but about himself as well. 

“How do I know you wont kill me?” I questioned.

Even with his features hidden beneath the mask as he continued to loom over me, I could tell his face went serious. “I don’t kill good people, angel.”

“So that’s why you killed Andy?” I asked after a beat of silence. 

He gave a curt nod while cupping my cheek with a gloved hand. “Your life was at risk. I’d do anything to protect you.” 

Our eyes met in a fiery trance as an unknown feeling surged in my chest. The air around us shifted from sexual punishment to adoration. It was true when I said I had no idea Andy was that kind of person and I couldn’t help but feel thankful Masked.Omens took care of him. Although I was curious at first what happened to Andy, I was no longer. I didn’t know the kind of person Masked.Omens was beneath the mask, for all I know he could be a hit man and was hired to take out Andy. But neither of us could dwell on the new feeling that wrapped around us because Masked.Omens pulled another silk tie from the pile on my bed. 

“I’ll give you one chance to apologize,” was all he said before he began twisting the tie around his fingers. 

I narrowed my gaze at him and scoffed. “I have nothing to apologize for you asshole. We’re not dating, I can sleep with whoever I want.” 

 A sinister smirk pulled at those plump lips before they fanned over mine causing me to shiver, wetness pooling between my legs. His ass sat on my already aching clit and every time he moved, he put pressure against my mound, making me bite my tongue to keep the moan quiet. I nearly rutted myself up against his ass, so desperate for more friction but knew if I did, it would give Masked.Omens the satisfaction he craved. 

“Open wide for me, angel,” he ordered.

I clenched my jaw shut with defiance only for him to wrench it open so he could stuff  it with the silk tie. 

“Last chance. One blink for no, two for yes. The power is your hands,” Masked.Omens double checked with me once more. 

Two quick blinks were what stood between me and him, another night of pure ecstasy. My body was already exhausted from a long day at work so I knew it would be better if I ended this now so I could sleep. That would be the logical thing to do. 

Instead, I threw caution to the wind and blinked twice. 

READER

I yanked on my binds when the leather gloves smacked my already red ass for yet another time; my screams muffled by the silk tie in my mouth. My eyes were trained hard on the objects that lay next to my face on the bed, specifically one of them. 

A bright shiny black diamond on one end while the other end was bulbous. 

There was absolutely no way that would fit in my ass, right?

The sheets beneath my naked body were sticking to me because of how much I'd been sweating from my writhing on the bed. Masked.Omens laid another swift smack on my ass, my cries once again muffled. 

"Oh, what's the matter angel? Does that hurt?" His distorted voice teased against the shell of my ear as he leaned over my back. "You said you wanted to be punished. You're not backing out now, are you?" 

I did, in fact, say I wanted to be punished. Moments before he tied me to the bed, he asked twice if I wanted to say our safe word, and both times, I declined. I needed to be punished for Andy and for signing up for the sex website again. 

I let out a sigh of relief when the spanking seized so he could drag a finger up and down my slick folds, gathering my wetness on his glove. My ass was still perched up in the air while my upper half was forced down on the bed with his other hand.

"All this talk about me stalking you made you so wet, angel," he let out a dark laugh that sounded sinister due to the voice modulator in his mask and it made my skin crawl with excitement. 

My moan was swallowed by the silk tie when Masked.Omens slipped two fingers inside of me, pumping in and out of me with such force, I cried out. 

"I'm going to ruin this pussy, Y/N. Your cunt belongs to me," he claimed me by sinking his teeth in the side of my neck. 

I wrenched my neck away from him, finally being able to spit out the tie from my mouth just enough to say two words. 

“Fuck you!” 

Masked.Omens tsked loudly in my ear, grabbing the knife yet again. “Wrong answer, angel.”

Now I lay on my back, shoulders screaming in pain from being yanked in all different directions. Masked.Omens had shed off his jacket, still leaving him covered from head to toe, as he flipped the knife between his gloved fingers. 

“It seems like I need to not only remind you who you belong to but make sure the next time you show these off to anyone but me,” he palmed my breasts in his free hand. “They know who you belong to.” 

My cries echoed off of the room, nearly an hour into my punishment. The state of this room paled in comparison to the state my body was currently in. I yanked at the bindings on my wrist, trying to break free, but the silk tie was bound too tight. The anal plug in my ass almost felt foreign now since it had been inserted for quite some time, my tight hole clenching around it every time I moved. 

"Stop moving," the distorted voice demanded while now sitting directly on my hips, forcing me against the bed. 

The tip of the knife tried to pierce my skin again causing me to buck up my hips towards him, doing whatever I could to overpower him. His dark eyes drank in the sight of me naked underneath him, blood slowly dripping down from the gash underneath my left breast. 

"You're beginning to irritate me," Masked.Omens growled, pressing the knife deeper into my sensitive skin. 

"Fuck you!" I spat up at him. "I signed up for sex not to be carved like a fucking pumpkin!" 

He tsked, the mask covering all of his facial features besides those eyes and those pump lips; the ones I'd been so desperate to taste. Like last time, he wore his entire get-up with the black jacket, black turtleneck, and black cargo pants but those damn leather gloves and mask is what bothered me the most. 

Why couldn't I see him? Feel his skin on mine?

Masked.Omens ignored my curses, simply kept digging the knife into the skin underneath my breast. 

“You need a reminder of who you belong to, angel," his voice was laced with lust and I knew from how hard his dick was pressing against my inner thigh that he was getting off on branding me. 

From the angle of my head, I was able to look down and see the mark he was carving. A circle with a dot in the middle. 

"You're a psychopath!" I cried out a choked sob. 

Masked.Omens clicked his tongue while cocking his head down at me. "I prefer creative."

Once he was finished with his claim of me, he wore a wicked smirk before grabbing the necessary products to clean the new wound on my breast and then place a bandage over it. 

“I fucking hate you!” I pulled up on the binds. 

Tossing everything back into his bag, Masked.Omens rolled off of me to stand on his feet, getting ready to untie me for god knows what until a loud beeping sounded from my bag in the living room. 

“Shit!” I cursed while yanking on my binds, trying to break free on my own. 

“What is that?” He questioned. 

My eyes were trained on my sore wrists, still not being able to slip through the silk and groaned in frustration. “It’s my pager for work. I’m being called in. I need you to untie me so I can answer it.” 

Fully expecting him to fight me, I was shocked when I watched him slice the knife through the silk, my hands finally being free. As I began to sit up, Masked.Omens gently pushed me back down before leaving me a moment to disappear into the living room. Less than ten seconds later, he was back in the bedroom and set the pager in my hand. 

All the blood drained from my veins when I read the code on the pager, my heart lurched into my throat nearly making me puke all over Masked.Omens boots. 

“What is it?” 

Code Black. 

“I-uh-I need to get back to the hospital,” I rose quickly to my feet, nearly falling into his embrace due to the exhaustion. 

“You need to rest,” Masked.Omens observed, still speaking in the distortion. 

We were so incredibly close but due to everything that happened in the last thirty hours, I felt like my brain couldn’t focus on one specific thing. Like how bright his eyes were when they stared at me or how close his lips were. 

“It’s my job. I need to go,” I defended, suddenly feeling the life fill me again the longer I stood on my feet. 

Masked.Omens eyes darted between mine for a few beats before he reluctantly turned my back to his chest and pushed me back on the bed. 

“Hey!” I fought back against him. “I told you-.” 

“I know, angel. I need to take the butt plug out first,” he informed. 

My cheeks burned when I realized I’d become so used to it that I hadn’t felt it in my ass in awhile. After instructing me to take a deep breath, I felt the butt plug release from my tight hole and I breathed out in relief. 

With a swift pat to my ass, dismissing me, I brushed past Masked.Omens into my closet to grab a new set of clothes. I didn’t have time to wash away the sweat from the punishment so I would have to live with a quick freshen up. 

After I stepped out of my bathroom, dressed and ready to go, I noticed him lounging in my bed with his boots resting on my comforter and flipping through my television. 

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked while tying my hair back into a tight french braid. 

He shrugged. “We’re not finished here so while you’re at work, I’ll be waiting until you get back.”

“Absolutely not,” I shook my head firmly. “You’re not staying in my apartment alone while I’m at work.” 

Masked.Omens snorted, the voice modulator making it sound sinister. “As if I haven’t done that before.” 

I swallowed thickly before slipping into my shoes. “You really have been stalking me for a while, huh?” 

His silence was the answer I needed. 

Once I was ready to head back to work, I walked past the end of my bed where I smacked his dirty boots off. 

“Get your nasty shoes off my bed and get out of my apartment,” I said before slipping on my jacket and waiting for him to get off my bed. 

“You’re lucky I wasn’t jumping on your bed with my shoes on,” he grunted while standing to his full height, towering over me. “Let me drive you to work. I don't want you behind the wheel given everything.” 

Not only was I still exhausted, my body went through alot with his punishment; the new wound underneath my breast screaming in agony. 

“I ordered an Uber, should be pulling up any minute. So again, you need to leave. And please, don’t be here waiting for me when I return,” I stood tall in front of him, trying so hard not to let him know I was secretly sad our time together was interrupted. 

I was so wounded up, wanting to feel his cock inside of me again, that when the beeping to my pager went off again, I nearly cried out in frustration.

“I mean it,” I said while running back into my bathroom when I realized I left my phone in there. “I don’t want you here when I get back.”

As I stepped back into the bedroom, I came to a halt when I noticed it was empty. Masked.Omens somehow managed to slip out in a matter of seconds, only leaving something on my bed behind in his wake. 

A few black petunia petals with a note. 

Please be safe.

O.

Trying to ignore the flutter of my heart, I rushed out of my apartment, truly afraid of what I was going to walk into at work. 

READER

I sat slumped in the corner of the emergency room, nearly falling out of the chair as I tried to gain my bearings. Fading in and out of disassociation from the last few hours of work. 

Blood. Destruction. Death; so much death. 

I'd been an emergency room nurse for years and this night was the first night I'd been shaken this bad. All I could see when I closed my eyes was the bodies that were wheeled in, one after the other. It was quiet now, all of us doing whatever we could to save the ones that had a chance while the amount of red tags doubled with each passing minute. 

"Hey," a soft voice pulled me from my thoughts and I gave a weak smile over to my coworker, Meri. 

"Are you doing okay?" She asked while sitting next to me. 

I shook my head. "No but I will be. I have an appointment with the hospital's therapist in thirty minutes. Just need to talk this out." 

Meri patted my knee. "I think that's a good idea. The bombing at the local theater was pretty heavy. Good news is the police caught the guy." 

"Good," my voice was laced with anger but my body remained slumped in the chair. 

"I know now might not be the best time to bring this up, given what happened, but a group of us are going to the local fair once our shift ends. I think it would be a good breath of fresh air; literally." Meri spoke while rising from her chair. 

The photo in the pocket of my bloody scrubs weighed heavy as I thought about going out after my shift, already having a plan. 

“Y/N, are you sure you can handle this one?” 

Glossy eyes looked over to one of my coworkers, a fellow nurse named Paul, and I gave him a sorrowful nod. 

“Yea-,” I cleared my throat. “Yeah. It’s not the first one and I have a feeling it won’t be the last.” 

The emergency room had been in a constant motion of trauma for the last hour as victim after victim arrived; most of them already with red tags stuck to their ankles. Like the one currently laying in front of me on a stretcher. 

I had been tasked with looking through his belongings to see if we could find some sort of I.D since their face had been all but burned in the blast. Keeping the blanket over their face, I began looking through their belongings and pockets, hoping to find something. Yet what I found nearly made me fall to my knees as I felt all the blood leave my veins. Skin went slick with sweat while I stared longer at the polaroid picture in my hand, then shaking with nerves.  With my name being called, I hastily shoved it into my own pocket before anyone could see.

Don't believe his lies were written on the back of the polaroid photo of me holding a fresh bouquet of black petunias that were left in front of my apartment door; three days ago.

The worst part wasn't the fact that someone had managed to get that close to me to snap a picture without me knowing. It was the fact that I had found this picture in the belongings of one of the victims from the bombing. 

No one knew I found the picture, having to log it into evidence if I had. I couldn’t risk that. I needed to ask Masked.Omens about it since he was the one that continued to leave me black petunias everywhere. 

Was Masked.Omens the cause of the bombing? 

No, he was with you when the bomb went off. 

But that doesn’t mean he didn’t have an accomplice.

Swallowing thickly, I glanced up at Meri while weighing the options in my head. I planned on figuring out where Masked.Omens lived to question this photo. 

You don't know anything about him, idiot. You don't even know where to look. 

Rolling my eyes at the voice in my head again, I eventually nodded to Meri. Even though I had strict orders from Masked.Omens from earlier when he left me a note in my work locker to not go anywhere after my shift tonight because he planned on stopping by my apartment to finish what we started eight hours ago. I had less than a minute in my break so I couldn't question how the hell he managed to sneak into the break room of the hospital. 

Fuck him, he's lying to you. 

"Yeah, I'll be there," I said while sitting up straighter in the chair. "I'll be there around seven." 

Meri smiled wide while squealing, the aftermath from tonight already leaving her system. 

"Awesome! The Ferris wheel is the main attraction of the fair. So we're definitely riding it!" 

Giving her a weak smile, I rose from the chair and with a wave over my shoulder, I walked down the long hallway towards the breakroom. I needed to clean myself up a little bit before my appointment with the therapist. Rifling through my bag in my locker, I quickly checked my phone and nearly dropped it at the text from an unknown number. 

Unknown: I told you not to go anywhere tonight, angel. You might want to rethink your choices otherwise there will be serious consequences. Worse than before.

The brand underneath my breast burned when I remember the last time I did something that had serious consequences. My punishment had been almost nine hours ago and after peeking at it earlier, I noticed that Masked.Omens had cut deep enough that I needed stitches and it was already starting to scab over. The longer I stared at the brand, the more my core burned with arousal. I’d never expected to get so turned on with being marked by someone, having Masked.Omens claim me as his but I was starting to realize a lot about me in his presence. Like someone besides him was stalking me and this person could easily have been one of the bombing victims. 

Shaking the thoughts of how many mutilated bodies I saw tonight, I narrowed my eyes at the text on my screen, now feeling the anger radiate through me. How the hell did Masked.Omens know about me going to the fair tonight? It had only been a few minutes since I agreed to go. 

“No!” 

I realized with a start, snapping my eyes up toward the camera in the corner of the break room. The light continued to blink red as it quickly turned, following my movements so with a snarl, I flipped it off knowing this was exactly how Masked.Omens found out. 

"Fuck you!" I seethed while throwing the picture and phone back into my purse, and slamming the locker shut.

NOAH

“What a fucking brat,” I grumbled while clicking off the camera feed from the hospital and dragged my feet into the walk in closet of my bedroom. 

From what I gathered while watching the cameras, Y/N was meeting this friend at the local carnival around seven tonight, meaning I had to rush over after my meeting. It was just before two and I had to run into the office with Nicholas soon. There wasn’t an ounce of worry that this meeting would run long, nothing like The Robertsons. The client we were meeting tonight just wanted to check on how his offshore accounts were doing, an easy in and out. 

Which is something I desperately needed because every since the disturbance in Y/N’s punishment, my cock had been aching all fucking day. I tried so hard to keep my mind preoccupied with work and numbers but every so often, I’d glance over to the angel wings on the wall and think back to my angel. I needed to feel her tight cunt wrapped around my cock, this time nothing would get in our way. Not even her going to this stupid carnival tonight. Y/N wore my brand, she was mine. 

Once dressed for the meeting, I glanced at my phone when I got a notification that Y/N had arrived home so I scurried over to my computer set up and clicked a few buttons to bring up the feed of her apartment. 

“I just want to sleep,” her tired voice groaned as she dropped all of her things in the doorway. 

“I literally installed hooks for you to hang your stuff, angel,” I crossed my arms over my chest displeased. 

I was growing tired of seeing the constant mess in her apartment so earlier when I stopped by while she went back to work, I installed two sets of hooks by the door of her apartment so Y/N could hang up her bags and coats; something she missed in her tired state. 

The bombing at the local theater had been all over the news which prompted me to watch her every move while she was at work. I’d even stopped by the hospital after leaving her apartment to slip a note in her locker, going undetected by hospital security. 

Slipping on my black peacoat, I watched as Y/N disappeared into the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. With the angel of the camera, I was able to see her reflection in the mirror as she began to undress. Clicking on the mouse twice, the bedroom camera zoomed in closer and I was able to see the bandage on her breast, my cock twitching underneath my dress pants. 

Fuck this carnvial bullshit and this stupid meeting. I need Y/N now. 

Me: Don’t you dare leave your apartment. I’m coming over and finishing what I started earlier. 

Once I hit send on the text, I heard it on Y/N’s phone on the camera feed and watched as the shower turned off, her wrapping a towel around herself and running back into her bedroom. Picking up her phone from the charger on her end table, a low scowl pulled on her lips before her fingers began flying over her screen. 

Angel 🪽: Fuck you, asshole. Just because you carved me like a thanksgiving turkey doesn’t mean you can tell me what to do. 

Y/N shut off her phone, setting it back down on the end table. I watched in amusement as she grabbed a pile of clothes from the clean basket that had been on the chair in her room for the last week. When she grabbed a familiar red silk thong, my cock throbbed as I watched her lock herself in the bathroom. The memory of what happened hours ago with those red panties replayed in my mind.

I stood in the middle of Y/N’s room, her scent filling my senses and bringing a sense of calm to my erratic thoughts. With our abrupt ending earlier, I needed to be in her space again to calm my racing heart, wondering if she was doing alright at the hospital. I had just finished planting my calling cards for her, something I knew scared her at first from watching her on the cameras but now, she was slowly becoming accustomed to it; she almost expected it now. 

The memories of our night together a few weeks ago kept my entire body on edge, my soul vibrating with a need to taste and feel her clench around me again. It wasn’t desperation anymore. It was a primal need to have her in all the ways I deserved. 

The scent of her peach shampoo lingered in the hair and my cock twitched in my jeans. I ran a palm over it, trying to ease away some of the growing tension yet it made it worse. 

“Fuck,” I groaned while letting my eyes flutter shut. 

If I wasn’t meeting Joakim in less than ten minutes, I would have left my erection to slowly go down on it’s own but I’d be a fucking idiot to walk into this lunch with my cock pressing so hard against my zipper I was left a whimpering mess. 

My gaze scanned Y/N’s bedroom swiftly until it landed on the basket of clean clothes that sat untouched on the chair in the corner of her room; where it had been for the last week. On top of the basket was a red silk thong causing a sly smirk to pull on my lips as I ripped off my mask and yanked down my zipper to free my cock.

READER

Meri and I shared a giggle as we walked through the crowd of the carnival towards the house of mirrors. I’d been here for less than an hour and managed to ride nearly half of the rides and eat my weight in deep fried food. It was a breath of fresh air, something to help me forget all the trauma in my life the last forty eight hours. Not only had I pushed out the memories of work earlier, I kept my phone turned off since Masked.Omens texted me when I was getting ready. I didn’t need his bullshit texts keeping me from having fun. 

I shifted on my feet as we waited in line for the house of mirrors, feeling an uncomfortable wetness between my legs. The thong I’d chosen was a tad wet, not drying fully when I did laundry but I was in a rush to meet Meri tonight and I didn’t have time to find a different pair. Every time a chilled breeze blew up my skirt, I would be reminded of the wet panties. 

Maybe I should have thrown it in the dryer for a few minutes. 

“I have to pee,” Meri groaned suddenly. 

I motioned towards the line, showing that we were next up, but she shook her head. “I can’t hold it. You go on in, I’ll meet you at the ferris wheel.” 

With a quick wave, we parted ways as she went to the bathrooms on the other end of the grounds while I took the steps up to the house of mirrors. The group I was with walked farther ahead, leaving me alone, which I didn’t mind. I needed some time to myself. 

It was a smaller house of mirrors, me already in the main maze, and I tried my best to find my way out. I saw my reflection in every single direction while I kept running into a mirror. 

“Mother fucker,” I hissed when I ran into yet another mirror and rubbed my forehead. 

“Are you lost, angel?” 

Snapping my gaze up to the mirror in front of me, I  let out a gasp at what I saw staring back at me. Raven eyes pinned me in place, his face hidden beneath that dreaded mask again. I felt my heart lurch into my throat with the fear of what my punishment would be tonight. I disobeyed him by coming here tonight and turning off my phone. Also the polaroid picture weighed heavy in my purse with the urge to ask him about it. 

Instead, I turned a different direction to try and find my way out but was met with four more reflections of Masked.Omens. He stood tall clad in darkness, per usual, and very briefly I saw a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. 

“You’re getting off on stalking me,” I sneered towards his reflection. 

He shrugged. “I’m fucked up but something tells me so are you.”

I narrowed my eyes into thin slits while placing my hands on my hips. My back was to him as I continued to stare at his reflection in the mirror in front of me. “You don’t know anything about me.” 

“Trust me, Y/N. I know more than you think I do,” Masked.Omens admitted. 

I swallowed thickly when he dropped my name, never once telling him it. Although he'd been stalking me for weeks, I didn’t think he would have been able to find out my name. Something didn’t sit right with me, knowing he knew my name. 

“You disobeyed me tonight; again. Did you already forget what happens when you disobey me?” His dark voice dripped around my throat, cutting off my oxygen. 

The brand on my breast seemed to vibrate when he spoke causing me to shiver. I didn’t forget, how could I? He made me his with the blade of his knife, forever ruining me for any other potential partners. 

Did you really want anyone else besides him?

“I’ll give you a three second head start,” his voice echoed throughout the maze, bouncing off of the glass panels. 

“For what?” I stammered, running my sweaty palms on my thighs. 

Masked.Omens took a step towards me, all around me, and I felt my breath hitching in my throat because I couldn’t tell which direction he was advancing. 

“Once I catch you, I fuck you.”

My pussy clenched while my heart sank as he began counting down and when he reached 1, I took off in a sprint. His laughter echoed behind me as I reached the end of the maze thankfully. 

“You can’t fly far, angel. I clipped your wings, remember?”

Once outside, I gulped a large breath of air and glanced over my shoulder, nearly falling to my knees when I saw Masked.Omens slowly stalking towards me. He had pulled his hood far over his face, covering his mask. He blended into the darkness, moving easily as no one bothered him a glance. 

I hastily looked around the grounds as he closed the distance quickly and tried to find a ride to hide on. The crowds had dwindled, making it impossible to blend in like Masked.Omen had. 

“Gavitron!” I said suddenly, remembering that ride never had any lines because not many people liked to be spun at a rapid pace. 

It was less than ten feet from where I currently stood and knew that I could get there before Masked.Omens could reach me so I took off with a start. Brushing past people who gave me a bewildered look, I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the ride and saw people were loading up. I didn’t dare look back to see if he was still following me as I found the only empty spot on the ride. 

Soon, the door to the ride closed causing the lights to run off as the ride began, spinning me so fast, I couldn't get a hold on my bearings. This was one ride I had avoided at all costs tonight because I knew afterwards I would feel like shit. Desperate times call for desperate measures. 

The lights started to flicker as the pace of the right intensified causing me to screw my eyes shut, doing whatever I could to keep the pretzel I ate earlier in the night in my stomach. When the ride came to a slow halt, I cracked open one eye only to see those raven eyes boring into my soul from across the ride. 

Fuck. 

All at once, the ride picked up speed again only this time I didn’t shut my eyes. I watched as Masked.Omens began stalking towards me as the lights flickered, causing an odd side effect as the music blasted against the aged metal. 

Something glinted in the flashing lights and my sobs were drowned out by the music when I saw the sharp blade twirl between his fingers. The ride slowly came to a stop, lights blinking so fast it made my head spin as I tried to gather my bearings. I felt sick to my stomach and it wasn’t because of the ride. 

No. 

It was because of what happened in the house of mirrors before this and who I saw across from me in the Gravitron minutes ago. His words echoed in my mind, like it did in the house of mirrors when I ran from his reflection. 

“You can’t fly far, Angel. I clipped your wings, remember?”

As the ride came to a slow halt, I let myself take a deep breath to calm the nerves in my mind as I repeatedly told myself he wasn’t here. I was imaging him because of the very long and traumatic shift at work hours before this. 

The lights were still off in the ride so I waited for a moment for them to flick on before removing myself from the seat belt. Suddenly an annoyingly familiar and distorted voice spoke in my ears. 

“You really should have checked those pretty red panties, Angel. You’ve been walking around with my dried cum up against your cunt all night.” 

Snapping my head to the side, my blood running cold, I expected to see a body next to me when the lights turned on but was met with nothing. Besides a girl a few seats over from me giving me a worried glance at my panicked state. 

“Are you alright?” She questioned. 

I gulped while shakily removing the seatbelt across my chest. 

No. Absolutely fucking not. 

Not saying another word, I quickly removed myself from the seat belt and pushed my way through everyone who was getting off. Not thinking twice about it, I ran across the way towards the ferris wheel, knowing that if I needed to get away from Masked.Omens, I needed to get high up. That would be the only way I could get a breath of fresh air. 

My knee bounced in annoyance as I sat in the cart, waiting for the ride to start. I kept my eyes sharp as I looked at each face around me, looking for the black mask with white symbols. I needed to look up what those symbols meant once I was home. Maybe it would give me some kind of inkling on who was hiding behind the mask. 

The cart moved as a new weight was added to it causing me to snap my gaze away from an older couple over to those dreaded white symbols as Masked.Omens sat across from me. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” I screamed, rising to my feet to get off the ride only for the cart to jerk, us starting to move. 

“I’d suggest sitting down, Y/N. I don’t want you to fall and get hurt,” Masked.Omens smirked. 

“Fuck you!” I seethed while sitting down again, arms crossed over my chest. “Didn’t anyone tell you not to play with your food?”

He rested his arms against the back of the cart as we slowly rose to the top. “So you agree you’re mine?”

“Take off your mask,” I demanded while sitting straight up. “I’m tired of you hiding behind it. I deserve to know what you look like.” 

This made him sit forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “What makes you think you deserve anything, Y/N? You’ve disobeyed me yet again.”

I rolled my eyes at this overused phrase. “I’m not yours! I don’t have to listen to you.” 

Suddenly he was across the cart in a flash, those gloved fingers wrapped around my throat as he peered down at me, both of his knees on either side of me on the bench I sat on. The grip was tight but not enough to cut off my oxygen. I refused to break our gaze, afraid and slightly aroused as to what he would do. 

“You’re mine, angel. The brand on your perfect tit says so. Do I need to brand the other one for you to realize how serious this is?” His bottom lip trembled as he bit out his words. 

Not being able to speak, I shook my head as best as I could in his tight grasp. His face was so close to me and his warm breath fanned over my lips. All I had to do was reach up and yank off his mask. If I was fast enough-.

“Don’t even think about it,” was my only warning before Masked.Omens lifted me from my seat as the ride came to a stop, us being stuck at the top. 

“We stopped,” I choked out, his grip still around my throat. 

Spinning me to face the other way, Masked.Omens forced my top half over the side so I gazed straight down. Fear filled my veins as I tried to fight against him, which prompted him to lock me into place with his hips against my ass. Large hands slinked up my sweater, over my stomach, and towards the bandage on my breast. I gnawed on my bottom lip, doing whatever I could to keep the moans quiet, not wanting to give him the satisfaction that I’d been turned on this entire night. Our game of cat and mouse worked me up that all he had to do was breathe against my clit and I would cum. 

“You’re wearing my jacket,” Masked.Omens mused in my ear. 

My outfit tonight was a black skirt, orange lace top, and the jacket he let me borrow that first night together. 

“Are you going to cut my clothes away this time?” I shot back while looking over my shoulder at him. 

Fuck, he was breathaking. Those eyes dragged me under each and every time. 

“Believe me, it’s tempting. But I can't risk you leaving here naked,” Masked.Omens hands flipped up the edge of my skirt, exposing my ass to the cold air. 

Goosebumps pricked my skin as I felt those leather fingers brush along my folds and this time, I couldn’t hold back the moan when it fell from my lips. Hooking the band of my thong to the side, he slipped a finger inside of me finally. 

“I can't believe you jacked off with my underwear,” I breathed. 

I wanted to sound angry that he could do something so disgusting but the image of him sitting on my bed with my panties wrapped around his cock was overpowering as I nearly fell to my knees.

“I almost sent you a video of it,” Masked.Omens teeth grazed over the shell of my ear. 

Feeling my ego boost at the prospect of that video, I pressed my ass harder against his hips in an effort to make him go deeper with his finger. 

“You should have.”

Masked.Omens hummed a delicious sound. “Next time, angel.”

“Shit, it’s so good,” I purred when a second finger slipped inside of me. 

Masked.Omens’ pace was slow and teasing, wanting to work me up until I felt like I was on the edge of destruction. 

“Who do you belong to?” He asked. 

Full of defiance, I let my forehead fall to my arm as it rested on the edge of the cart. “No one.” 

The sound of leather on my ass echoed in the air around us, mixed with my cries as Masked.Omens left smack after smack on my bare ass. I writhed away from him in an effort to save myself from another punishing blow but he wrapped a thick arm around my stomach to press me against him again. 

“Try again,” he demanded with another smack, only this time it was to my aching cunt. 

“YOU!” I moaned. “I belong to you.”

Ripping my panties down my legs, Masked.Omens spun me around so I could look up to him as he pushed me roughly against the edge of the cart. My hair dangled off the edge along with my head as I clawed against his jacket, trying to get a better grip so I didn’t fall over. 

“Now that’s my good angel. I knew you would see things my way,” he praised while holding one hand around my neck, the other unzipping his pants to pull out his erect cock. 

Absent-mindedly, I licked my lips with desperation to taste him again. 

“Y/N.” 

I peered up at those amber eyes, something glimmering in their depths. “Hm?” 

Gone for a moment was the darkness in his voice as he asked me something I almost expected now. 

“Safe word?” 

Immediately I shook my head. “If I didn’t want any of this, I would have uttered it the first time I saw you in the house of mirrors.” 

That seemed to please him before without a second thought, Masked.Omens poised his cock at my pussy before sliding in. Exactly like the first time, it took a bit of coaxing until I was able to take the fullness of him. His pace wasn’t gentle by any means as he rutted his hips into mine, shaking the cart. The fear of possibly falling off the edge every time he snapped his cock into me fueled the arousal as the heat spread at the base of my spin almost instantly. 

“I’m so close,” I panted while grabbing onto the forearm that held my neck. 

“Not yet,” he snarled. I want you to come apart with me,” Masked.Omen’s said, the muscle in his jaw jumping. 

He was trying to hold himself back, not wanting this to end. With the head only inside of me, he slowly fucked me and I whined out, wanting the whole thing. 

“Please,” I begged while locking my ankles around his. “I need all of you.”

Masked.Omens eyes rolled back and he pressed deep inside of me again, both of us sharing a groan of pleasure. He lifted up my lacy top to make my breasts spill out and quickly, he removed the bandage to look at his brand. 

“It’s healing nicely,” he observed, peppering the area around it with kisses. 

The grip around my neck faltered to grasp the back of my skull, bringing our lips together in a passionate kiss; sloppy but it ignited the flames brighter inside of me. This was the first time we kissed and the material of his mask felt warm and sweaty against my skin but I didn’t care. 

“I want to get in your mind and open up Pandora's box. I want to watch you to see what you got,” his voice was laced with lust, so far gone he was spewing things that didn’t make sense. 

Without warning, my orgasm drowned me, pulling me down to the darkness that was Masked.Omens. I screamed my release into the palm of my hand, not wanting anyone to hear me. It didn’t matter because I craved more of him, his cock spearing me open while my fingers played with the edge of his mask, scratching my nails along the skin. 

Suddenly I felt empty when Masked.Omens stood tall in front of me, leaving me a wet mess between my legs, only for him to force me onto my knees. 

“Cover your breasts,” he ordered. 

Doing what he said, I placed the bandage over the brand before pulling down my tank top again. His gloved hands brushed the jacket off my shoulders, it pooling around me. 

“Push them up,” he grunted with a sharp nod to my breasts again. 

Once more doing what he said, I pushed them up so the top of them nearly spilled out of the top of my shirt and watched with pure elation as he gripped his cock. My gaze tracked every moment of his hand pumping up and down the length of him, taking notes of how he did it so I could remember what he liked. 

“Angel,” he grunted while nearly falling over, free hand gripping the edge of the cart of the ferris wheel while his other gripped so hard around his cock, I was sure he was hurting himself. 

It was at that moment I realized we started moving again, slowly descending back down. 

My mouth parted to speak but all came out was a moan of praise when I felt his warm cum shoot all over my chest, coating me in his seed. Eyes glimmered up at him with a smile playing on my lips; the red lipstick I wore undoubtedly smeared over my face due to the intensity of our kiss. 

His cock looked so pretty covered in his cum and I couldn’t wait any longer. All I wanted was a little taste. As his eyes were shut while he was catching his breath, I guided my mouth to the head of his cock, lapping up his arousal and humming in delight. 

“Fuck,” Masked.Omens shivered, holding my head in place for a moment before pulling me up to my feet. 

“Hey,” I protested but seized when I noticed a smidge of colorful ink on his neck thanks to his askew mask. 

Quickly adjusting his mask, he tucked his cock back into his briefs just in time for the ride to come to a halt, both of us back at the bottom safely. 

“Why won’t you let me see your face?” I questioned. 

“Get yourself cleaned up before someone sees. And remember to behave angel,” Masked.Omens spoke while zipping up my jacket to cover my cum covered chest. 

“Y/N! You rode it without me?!” 

Whirling around, I saw Meri on the other side of the gate that surrounded the ferris wheel. 

Holding up a finger in a “one second” motion, I went to turn back towards Masked.Omens only to realize I was alone in the cart. 

“How the fuck is he so fast with that?” I shook my head in disbelief, doing my best to ignore the stickiness not only on my chest but between my legs. 

NOAH

“I’m sorry. I must have misplaced my wallet,” the woman in front of me apologized while digging through her purse. 

The man behind the counter selling pretzels rolled his eyes as he waited for her to pull out the $10 it cost for those dried out pretzels. Anger festered low in my gut the longer I watched this man grow aggravated but also let his eyes linger on something that wasn’t his. 

She was mine. 

Pulling out the twenty dollars from my pocket, I reached around the woman to place it on the counter. “Make those two, please.” 

Those doe eyes peered up at me through those lashes and my heart stuttered in my chest but I did my best to not let her know how she continued to have this effect on me. I fucked her less than thirty minutes ago on the ferris wheel and one look at those lips had me hard all over again. 

“Oh, no. You don’t have to do that,” she tried to take back the $20 but the man behind the counter already placed it in the register and went to work on packaging up our pretzels. 

I shrugged while stuffing my hands in the pockets of my jeans. “Don’t worry about it. The pretzels here are pretty good, I wouldn’t want you to miss out.” 

She gave me a sheepish smile while holding her purse closer to her chest, making my cock twitch. “I’ve already had two.” 

When she giggled it made something flutter in my stomach, this feeling unknown to me. But what wasn’t unknown to me was the sense of satisfaction that ran through me when she didn’t realize who I was. To her, I was just another random man she met at this carnival. But to me, she was my angel. 

“How can I pay you back?” Y/N questioned while pulling the zipper up on the jacket when she caught me staring. 

Staring at the dried cum stain. My dried cum that marked her. 

Taking a bite from my own pretzel after the man handed them to us, I motioned for her to follow me out of line so we didn’t hold it up. 

“A drink?” I suggested, part of me hoping she declined. 

She knew who she belonged to. If she accepted my offer, I would have to punish her the next time Masked.Omens paid her a visit. 

“Quite forward aren't we?” Y/N winked, brushing away some salt that lingered on her lips. 

It took everything in me not to brush it away with my own lips. 

I ran my hand through the long strands of my hair and shrugged. “I like what I see.” 

A crimson hue covered her cheeks as she gazed down at her shoes. “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Noah.” 

Her eyes snapped up so fast I was worried for a moment that she had found out my name before this moment but settled my beating heart when I told myself that wasn’t possible. I covered my tracks well. 

“You do look like a Noah,” she noted with yet another heart stopping smile. 

Licking my lips, I nodded towards her. “This is the part where you tell me your name.” 

Her brows furrowed. “How do I know you won’t kill me?” 

It took everything in me not to give her a smug smile, knowing she asked me that same question yesterday. 

“You’re too pretty to kill,” I joked, finishing it off with a laugh to let her know I was in fact kidding. 

Partly. 

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ears, I watched as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth, mewling over her decision. 

“I’m Y/N. And I’d love to get a drink, just not here. The alcohol selection here sucks.” 

“If you’re comfortable with it, I’ve got quite the selection back at my place,” I closed the distance between us, letting my fingers brush away the remaining hair from her face. 

I may have been a bit straight forward but I needed to see if she would take the bait. 

Those doe eyes met mine, tracking every movement of my tongue as his slowly glided over my bottom lip. 

Don’t say yes, angel. You don’t know me. If you say yes, there will be-.”

“Yeah, sure,” she nodded. “I’d love that.” 

Tossing the pretzel in the garbage with a bit of force, letting the anger rise momentarily, I extended an arm towards the parking lot. “After you, Y/N.”

With her a few steps ahead of me, I quickly pulled out my phone to send a text to Nicholas, marveling at the background on my phone for a few seconds. 

It was the picture I took of us in the forest that night of my birthday. 

Me: Can you set up the guest room quickly? I’m having a guest over. 

He texted back almost instantly. 

Nicholas Ruffilo: Your angel? 

Only responding with a thumbs up emoji, I pocketed my phone again and thought of all the ways Masked.Omens could punish Y/N for agreeing to go home with a man she just met.

Sooner or later, angel. You will learn. 

READER

Lips attacked my neck in feverish kisses and I ran my hands through the long strands of auburn hair. His moans sounded so pretty in my ear as I dragged my cunt up and down his thigh, closer to the euphoric bliss I craved. Masked.Omens is definitely going to kill you when he finds out about this. 

If he finds out. What he doesn't know won’t hurt him. Or me. 

WHEN he finds out. you idiot! He knows everything you do. He’s probably watching you right now through this guy’s window.

Ignoring the pestering voice inside my brain, I continued to press my clit against the material of his jeans, loving the way it felt. 

I didn’t expect to agree to this man’s invitation of coming back to his place for a drink, a way to repay him for buying my pretzel at the carnival. Yet one look into those ember eyes had me melting and agreeing by getting in the car with him. Masked.Omens wasn't anywhere in sight so I knew I was fine. We weren’t together, I could talk, kiss, and fuck whoever I wanted. His brand on my breast meant nothing. 

Once we arrived at the house, Noah had walked me up through the back staircase with a quiet muttering that his roommates were home and he didn’t want the hundred questions that usually followed when he brought someone home. His room was small and quiet with just a queen sized bed and a couch, where we currently were. To be frank, I didn’t care what he had. All I wanted were those lips on me. Which I had less than two minutes after we stepped into his room. 

“So pretty,” he mused in the crook of my neck. 

“Noah,” I moaned, exposing more of my neck for him. “It’s so good. I’m so close.”

“Yeah?” He teased, those colorful tattooed hands unzipping the front of my jacket, slowly. “Say my name when you come, baby. I want to hear it.” 

His hands slipped up my stomach underneath my shirt, until the tips of his fingers grazed over the bandage causing me to jump off his lap with a start. 

“Everything alright?” Noah questioned while looking up at me as he laid against the couch. 

Nodding rapidly, I adjusted my jacket, not wanting him to see the bandage. That was something I did not want to explain especially to someone as gorgeous as him. I finally found someone besides Masked.Omens that could make me feel alive with his gaze alone. This might be what I needed to finally kick him to the curb, move on with someone who didn’t get off stalking or carving me. 

“I just need to use the restroom,” I said while shifting on my feet. 

Noah adjusted himself on the couch, his cock pressing against his zipper and I tried so hard not to gawk at it. “Last door on the left.” 

Smiling a thank you, I curried out of the bedroom into the hallway. It was true I needed to pee but I also needed to scrub away the dry cum on my chest and make sure to hide the brand as best as I could. 

Too lost in my thoughts, I stepped through the second door on the left instead of the third and noticed I was in a bedroom. 

“Shit,” I cursed, ready to turn on my heels to leave when my eyes caught sight of something on the wall above the bed. 

A pair of black angel wings. 

Titling my head towards it, realizing the familiarity, I walked further into the room towards the desk that had three large computer screens. When I saw what was playing on the screens, I felt the soul leave my body. 

Six smaller screens on one of the large screens, all showing different angles of an apartment. 

My apartment. 

“What is this?” I muttered while looking at the other computer monitor that had a website of a bunch of different numbers I didn’t understand. 

A flash of yellow caught my attention and that's when I saw the two masks sitting on the desk, one of which had a modulator on the inside. Something that would change someone's voice. Then next to the keyboard was my wallet; the one I had lost earlier in the night at the carnival. After inspecting, everything was in place; my credit cards and license. The only thing that was missing was a $20 bill. 

“No,” my hands shook as I stepped away from everything. “No, no, no. This can’t be true.” 

I blinked away the burning of tears as they pricked in the corners of my eyes while I backed out of the room. My world titled on its axis, everything I thought I knew slapping me in the face with how wrong I’d been from the beginning. 

Back in the hallway, I took off in a sprint down the front staircase, parts of the house becoming familiar, telling me I’d been here before. 

A Halloween party. The night I first hooked up with Masked.Omens.

Not paying attention to the group of men that filled the living room, their boisterous voices at whatever they were watching faltered when they caught sight of me running out of the front door.

Tears filled my eyes as I wrapped the jacket tighter around my body, doing whatever I could to keep the chill from my bones. The soles of my shoes smacked through the puddles as the rain was an onslaught, barely being able to see through it. Thunder roared through the dark clouds making me jump slightly but I kept my pace quick, not daring to look back. I couldn’t risk it, I needed to keep moving. 

How could I have been so stupid? So fucking naive? 

I shouldn’t have trusted him, shouldn’t have gotten into bed with him. Every part of him was a lie and I was too drunk on the idea of what we had to notice. I let him get close to me, lay in my bed as we connected, and trusted my body to him. 

Only for everything to be a fucking lie. His name. His moniker. His entire get up was a fucking lie. 

Masked.Omens was Noah. 

Noah was Masked.Omens. 

Due to the storm, I couldn’t see where I was going and nearly tripped over a branch that had fallen from a nearby tree. I could tell I was walking on the sidewalk but since I was in an unfamiliar area, I had no idea I was getting home.

I’d been so lost in my thoughts and with the thunderous crackling from the sky, I hadn’t heard the footsteps as it ran up behind me, throwing a dark bag over my head to drag my flailing body away.

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Love in verses (XXVI)

Chapter 26: ‘Well, how else are you to live except by denial’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! This is one of my favourites, just… some adorable stuff!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 4227

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

Earl

In Sitka, because they are fond of them, People have named the seals. Every seal is named Earl because they are killed one after another by the orca, the killer whale; seal bodies tossed left and right into the air. “At least he didn’t get Earl,” someone says. And sure enough, after a time, that same friendly, bewhiskered face bobs to the surface. It’s Earl again. Well, how else are you to live except by denial, by some palatable fiction, some little song to sing while the inevitable, the black and white blindsiding fact, comes hurtling toward you out of the deep?

Louis Jenkins

The pain in your abdomen was a sensation you were used to, sadly. You recognized the pattern in the intensity, you knew it perfectly after years of suffering once a month. This month seemed to be particularly nasty though, and there was little doubt on to why. Your stress was so high these days, between your new job, your research, your career, and Frank’s bloody wedding… You were drowning, to be fair. Drowning in an ocean of emotions. You bent in front of your sink, waiting for the wave of pain to fade again, closing tightly your eyes, while the microwave beeped with the heating pad now reaching a burning temperature. You placed it on your stomach, not caring about your skin, only about the pain under it.

Damn… that was a bad month…

You stood straighter again, letting out a long and careful exhale, relaxing once more. Your head was spinning a little, but you didn’t dare to eat too much for now, your nausea was too bad and you didn’t want to end up throwing up. You settled for a bit of rice and an apple for lunch.

You were supposed to see Andrew this afternoon, but there was no way you could plan on fucking up Frank’s appointment at the tailor when it was hard to stand… At least, it was the weekend, you didn’t have to deal with work, and could spend your day being a burrito on your couch while watching TV and eating junk food.

You were supposed to shop for groceries in the morning, but you didn’t have the strength for that either, so you decided that you would get some food delivered for the rest of the weekend and would tackle the issue of not dying of starvation on Monday.

You sat down on your couch, at long last, heaving a sigh of relief. You held the heating pad against your stomach, covered yourself with a blanket and grabbed your phone while you turned on the TV.

You pressed on Andrew’s name on whatsapp while the tu-dum noise of Netflix echoed in your living room.

You heaved a sigh…

… you had forgotten tea… never mind, you were too much in pain and too tired to be bothered making some tea now that you were seated.

Back to your phone, you typed your message quickly.

Hi Andy! Sorry, but I’m not feeling well today, gonna have to cancel for this afternoon. We’ll talk about our plans next week. Hope you have a nice weekend, see you on Monday! Xx

You pressed ‘send’ and started browsing in the list of movies available on your TV screen.

Your phone lit up with Andrew’s name.

Sorry to hear that! Are you alright? Do you want me to drop you something?

You were too tired not to acknowledge the warmth that spread in your chest as you read his text.

Nothing to worry about, don’t worry.

His answer was quick to arrive.

Are you sure? You want me to drive you to a doctor or something?

You chuckled at his obvious worry. He really was too sweet…

No, I’m okay. Period being bitches, that’s all. I can handle it.

He answered with a thumbs up right under your text, right when you found Pride and Prejudice was on Netflix…

Well, it looked like your afternoon was all set.

You cursed under your breath. You didn’t have any snacks. Not even chocolate… and your kitchen was so fucking far… a whole ten steps away…

Damn you and your stupid brain.

You were surprised when you received another text from Andy.

So, what’s planned for today? Did you get your groceries this morning?

You snorted at the mere thought.

Nah. Too much in pain. Too tired to go to the kitchen and make myself tea, so imagine going outside with people?! No, thanks.

I’m gonna spend my afternoon with Mr. Darcy instead.

You waited for his answer, ignoring your TV now.

The Keira Kinghtley movie?

You sent him a thumbs up.

Will you hate me if I admit that I’ve never watched that film?

You almost dropped your phone.

YOU’VE NEVER SEEN PRIDE AND PREJUDICE?!

OH THAT’S IT! DISHONOUR! DISHONOUR ON YOUR WHOLE FAMILY!

He sent a laughing emoji.

You’ve forgotten the dishonour on me and my cow too…

You couldn’t refrain a laugh, even though it hurt your stomach.

You don’t have a cow. But I’ll take it out on Elwood.

You could picture the grin on his face at the joke.

HOW DARE YOU! HE’S SUCH A GOOD BOY!

Elwood, my son, don’t listen to the nasty lady…

You laughed again, but quickly stopped this time, the pain getting too strong.

You didn’t think as you wrote your next text.

You could drop by and watch it with me.

You reread the text and realised your mistake; your eyes grew round. You were in your old pyjamas, you hadn’t showered and had no intention to do so, your hair was a mess, you hadn’t washed your dishes…

You wanted to delete the text, but the blue symbols under it let you know that he had already read it.

Damn it!

I mean… I’m in pain, grumpy and look like trash…

So… maybe not the most pleasant way to spend your afternoon.

Feel free to refuse.

You waited for his answer, watched the dancing dots, until a text was received.

I’d love to, actually.

Besides, I am not five, I know about menstrual cycles, thank you very much…

You bit on your lips as you hesitated.

You’ve never seen me like that.

 A pause. You guessed that he had rephrased his text several times.

Would that make you feel uncomfortable?

You thought about it for a second. Frank didn’t really pay attention to that part of you. It was cliché, but you knew he was making a conscious effort to acknowledge your period and how much of a burden they were to you. You saw it as him making an effort at the time. Now, you were worried Andrew would be the same, with typical disappointing male behaviour…

And yet, you didn’t care. You couldn’t find a way to care. You couldn’t imagine Andrew, out of all people, disappointing you on that. Perhaps it was naïve, you weren’t sure. Your answer was earnest anyway.

No

His answer came in a matter of seconds.

Give me forty minutes to come over then.

You smiled.

An hour then.

You laughed again at his answer.

Gobshite…

You didn’t select the movie for now and merely watched some crappy TV instead, with whatever was on.

You tried not to pay too much thought on how excited you were at the idea of Andy coming soon…

Andrew ended up ringing at your door an hour and fifteen minutes later, proving you right about his time blindness, and the thought made you smile. You had washed your dishes waiting for him, using a fifteen-minutes break from the pain to stretch your legs and attempt to look like a human being. The pain was soon back with full strength though, and you gave up on the idea to change into a proper outfit. You remained in your comfortable pyjamas, tied your hair up to hide the mess it was, and went back to suffering on the couch, the heating pad growing colder and less effective, but you were too tired to get up again.

You groaned as Andrew rang at your door, forcing yourself to stand. You couldn’t hold yourself completely straight, not with the pain in your stomach being now combined with a sharp stinging sensation in your lower back. You opened the door still, and welcomed Andrew with a genuine smile.

He was wearing his hair in a bun today, his glasses perched on his nose, and a warm smile on his lips as his gaze rested upon you. He looked gorgeous in a simple brown jacket, dark jeans and a black turtleneck. You couldn’t refrain the way your heart fluttered at the sight, nor the butterflies that were added to your painful stomach.

“Hey! God, you do look like shite,” he exclaimed, but there was worry in his frown despite the obvious teasing in his voice.

“Thanks for the compliment,” you stuck your tongue out, and he couldn’t refrain a chuckle.

He walked inside, took off his shoes and jacket, and it’s only when he set the bags on the floor to do so that you noticed them.

“What’s that?” you asked.

“Groceries.”

You looked up at him with a puzzled look.

“Jeez… if you were busy this afternoon, you should have declined!”

He laughed, and you were more puzzled than ever.

“These are for you,” he clarified, picking up the bags again.

You blinked up at him.

“For… me?”

“Yeah… you said you didn’t get any groceries this morning. Can’t let you starve! Come on, get a move on, these need to go in the fridge.”

You let him pass, followed him in your kitchen. He started to empty the two paper bags on your kitchen counter.

“I didn’t get you much, just enough to last for a couple of days. Pass the weekend. Nothing that needs fancy cooking either, don’t worry. Mostly pasta, rice, and a few vegetables and fruits. I also got some take out for tonight, so you don’t have to bother with cooking today. Chinese, hope you’re in the mood for that. And then, the obvious ice cream, crisps and chocolate combo. Oh, and I bought you this tea! My mom recommended it once for menstrual cramps to one of my cousins, and it’s apparently pretty nice, so… thought you could use that too.”

He looked up at you then, after his little babbling. He frowned at your expression though, and you noticed the shift in his demeanour: the way he shrank, bending over himself instead of standing straight, with his full height. Trying to look smaller than he was, to occupy as little space as possible. He rubbed nervously at his collarbone.

“I… I thought it would make things easier for you. I… I’m sorry if I’m overstepping… if you… sorry. Sorry…”

But he was interrupted by your arms around him; you almost tackled him with the strength, and you heard the loud huff he let out at the impact. It took him a couple of seconds to close his arms around you too, but then it felt like he was unwilling to ever let go.

“Thank you so much,” you mumbled into his chest. “That’s… so fucking sweet, Andy.”

“That’s nothing,” he tried to brush your thankfulness away, but you could hear in his voice that he was smiling again, feel that his body was relaxing once more. “I didn’t mean to overstep… I just… I just thought it would make it easier for you.”

You spotted your favourite chocolate on the table, along with some ice-cream.

“These are my favourite,” you whispered.

“I know.”

“You didn’t have to do that…”

“It’s nothing.”

You didn’t say it. You didn’t say that Frank had never done that for you. And Andrew did? When he wasn’t your boyfriend? When he didn’t even have feelings for you?

“Do you need anything else?” he asked, rubbing your back, and the caress was so soothing you were ready to cry. “Painkillers or something? I can go to the pharmacy…”

“I’ve got that covered, don’t worry. Thank you.”

“Right…”

Another cramp came breaking your embrace, you let out a groan as you held your painful stomach. You tried not to think of how your heart stumbled and missed a few beats when Andrew brushed a messy strand of your hair behind your ear.

“You really don’t look well. You should sit down.”

“I need to reheat my heating pad…”

“I’ll do it. I’ll do that, love. Sit down, okay?”

‘Love’… he had called you ‘love’… You wanted to cry…

Why were you so affected by it? It was Andy. It was Andy, not Frank, and you wanted Frank, you wanted Frank, you wanted…

He walked into the living room about 10 minutes later, carrying your heating pad under his arm, ice cream and some chocolate. He had to go back to the kitchen to fetch your two cups of tea.

“Alright… need anything else?”

You shook your head, and he settled on the sofa next to you. Readjusted the blanket so it would cover your feet. You didn’t recognise the flavour of the tea, you reckoned he had made a cup of the one his mother had recommended.

You refused to name the feeling that was spreading across your entire body, the unbearable fondness aimed at Andrew that came with it.

I want Frank, I want Frank, I want Frank…

“Alright, let’s watch Mr. Darcy getting rejected…” he grinned at you, as if he was at his happiest, as if he couldn’t have thought of a better way to spend his afternoon than to watch Pride and Prejudice with you while nursing you back to health because you were on your period…

You scoffed, trying to hide the tears in your eyes by looking for the movie on Netflix again.

“He doesn’t just get rejected. They do get together at the end, you know?”

“Thanks for spoiling it all to me…”

“Wait… you told me you read the book…”

He laughed.

“I did! I was joking, like… It was a joke. I did read it. I simply haven’t watched any adaptation.”

“Wow… Oh… so you haven’t seen the one with Colin Firth either?! The BBC series?”

“Nope…” he answered, popping the ‘p’ before taking a sip of his tea.

Two teabags. As always. The detail made you smile.

“Okay, that is going to be our next activity together.”

He laughed, but didn’t contradict you, on the contrary.

“Well, I guess my next Sunday is all booked…”

“Indeed, it is!” you grinned, but your tone was too soft not to show how emotional the thought of spending another afternoon like this with Andrew made you feel.

He didn’t comment on that, though, and you were grateful for it.

He reached for your coffee table, where he had put the two sets of ice-cream and spoons, and handed you one.

Your heating pad was back on your stomach, warm and effectively soothing your cramps. You seized the opportunity to eat a large spoonful of chocolate ice cream.

You moaned at the taste.

“Andy… this is perfect, I hope you’re aware of how amazing you are.”

He chuckled, but there was something a little sad in his eyes when he looked down at his food, a tinge of melancholy. You didn’t know why.

“Bribing you with chocolate is the way to your heart, then,” he joked, clearly stirring the conversation away from himself, while pushing his glasses higher on his nose.

“Of course,” you rolled your eyes, starting the film.

You exchanged another smile, while the movie started. You didn’t realise your own movements as you scooted closer to him on the couch, and neither did he notice how he leaned towards you, until your arms were softly touching.

“You have bewitched me, body and soul. And I love… I love… I love you…”

You heaved a sigh after whispering the words in sync with Mr. Darcy, clutching at your heart, burying your face further in Andrew’s shoulder.

You weren’t sure when you had ended up in Andrew’s arms, but you were now. He had wrapped an arm around your shoulders at one point, noticing how livid you had become because of the pain, how you had tried to withhold your wince but failed. And it was meant as a temporary anchor, a soothing gesture that should have lasted just a few minutes, until the pain subsided again. But when you relaxed once more, he didn’t pull away, and instead of freeing yourself from his hold, you leaned closer, sank deeper into his embrace. And now, he was resting his long fingers on your waist, while you leaned into his chest.

Which was… better not think about boundaries and friendship and professional behaviour and all those limits you were breaking.

Meanwhile, Andrew was brushing a tear away, but you spotted it before he could pretend it hadn’t happened.

“I know… I know…” you patted his chest, trying not to notice that you were touching his chest. “I cry every time too.”

“For proof,” he chuckled, brushing your tear away with his thumb, making your heart stutter and expand to the point that you wondered how it hadn’t broken any of your ribs yet.

“It’s Jane Austen’s superpower, Andy… we can do nothing against it,” you concluded before nuzzling into his chest again.

“I’ll have to agree,” he nodded.

You noticed how his breathing was a little irregular for a moment, when you shifted to be a little more comfortable in his arms, but he didn’t push you away, didn’t move at all, in fact. Instead, he waited for you to settle again, readjusted the blanket on both of you, and stared at the end of the movie. His cheeks were turning a bright shade of red. You hated the thought that crossed your mind…

There were but a couple of minutes left, it was the end: Mr. Darcy had walked across the moor already, he had declared his love and Elizabeth had accepted his hand in marriage. They were waiting for Elizabeth’s father. You were staring at Andrew, the feeling of your gaze on him made him look down as well, catching your eyes with his. His hazel eyes, they looked so green now, in the rather bright light of the late afternoon, and the tears he had dried just before had enhanced that colour too. Green… like leaves bathed in sunlight during the summer… you loved that shade…

You didn’t even notice when the screen went dark, when the credits started rolling. You were thinking of Andrew, of how sweet he had been all afternoon, of how handsome he looked now, how much turtlenecks suited him, how cute he looked with his glasses…

He blinked a couple of times, as if he were coming back from a reverie, and looked at the TV again. You looked at his profile, found yourself longing to run your fingers through his short beard, noticed the red tainting the brown of his hair.

“Well, that was an amazing film,” he easily admitted, bringing you back to earth.

And indeed, the story was over. Mr. Bennett had accepted their union. Elizabeth would marry Mr. Darcy. All ended well. Black screen and a list of names, printed in white pixels…

You pushed yourself out of Andrew’s arms.

Back to reality now… and in the real world, you wanted Frank. You wanted Frank. You wanted Frank…

You looked away in a hurry, and trembled at the loss of contact, when Andrew finally moved his hand away from your waist.

You kept on talking about the film for a while, but eventually, Andrew checked the time.

“I should get going, let you get something to eat. And I mean… something proper. Not snacks,” he teased, standing up and taking the remnants of your various snacks with him to the kitchen.

And you had to tell yourself that mantra again. Because your heart was aching at the thought of Andrew leaving. Which was ridiculous because you would see him in two days. Which was ridiculous because he was only a friend. A colleague, even. And it was ridiculous because you didn’t want him, you wanted Frank. You loved Frank. You wanted the life you had with him back. You… you wanted Frank. You wanted Frank… You… You wanted…

“Andy?”

He reappeared, coming from the kitchen, and tilted his head a little as a silent invitation for you to speak again.

“Do… do you want to stay for dinner?”

He stared at you for a few seconds, long enough for you to start spiralling and babbling…

“Unless you need to take care of Elwood…”

“No, my parents took him to the seaside today, they’re keeping him for the night. He’s living his best life, trust me. I bet my dad is giving him all the treats he wants.”

“Or like… I mean… you’ve already spent your afternoon with me, even if I’m sick and not the best company today, and… yeah, I totally get it if you don’t want to stay, like… that’s…”

“Y/N.”

“Hmmm?”

“I’d love to stay.”

“Really?”

“Of course. Why wouldn’t I?”

Because I’m too much to take care of…

You merely shrugged in response, making him chuckle, clearly unaware of your thoughts.

“Well, if you’re not bored of me yet, I’d love to stay for dinner.”

You grinned.

“Grand…” you nodded, and Andrew disappeared in the kitchen again to prepare dinner.

Still, you noticed how he was smiling when he turned around, how he was blushing, too…

You ended up watching tv again after dinner. The pain wasn’t as vivid as it had been during the rest of the day, and so you were more comfortable during that part of the evening. So much so that you started dozing off, as you were watching for the nth time how Luke and Han were trying to save Leia.

You had stumbled upon a rerun of the old Star Wars movies, and settled on the nostalgic feeling of these stories to end the day. Andrew was supposed to go home after the end of the movie, once the Death Star was gone and Leia was placing medals on the heroes’ chest.

Andrew had made you laugh with his best impression of Chewbacca, and you had made him choke on his glass of water with one of your jokes and snarky remarks. It was lovely, but you were so tired you neared exhaustion by now. So, it was quite logical that you started dozing off after a while, losing tracks of the story when Han and Luke were dressed as stormtroopers.

You hadn’t noticed that your head had fallen on Andrew’s shoulder as you were falling asleep. You didn’t notice how he stopped paying attention to the movie when you did. How his heart started pounding at how adorable you looked like this. He waited for a few minutes, to see if you would stir and wake up again, but you didn’t. He stared at you for a moment longer, but you weren’t aware of it. You weren’t aware either of the longing in his gaze, of the smile on his lips as he watched how peaceful you looked in your sleep.

You blinked your eyes open again only when you felt something slipping under your knees and behind your back, felt the warmth upon which your head rested move.

“Andy?” you called in your drowsy state, still unable to understand what was happening, where you were…

“I’m here, love.”

That pet name again… were you dreaming it?

You reached up, held onto a soft fabric, and somehow, despite the fact that you had closed your eyes once more, you knew it was Andrew’s turtleneck.

“You’re falling asleep, you need to go to bed,” he said softly, his voice unbearably low and deep, it made your heart skip a few beats and warmth spread across your entire frame.

And it sounded so reassuring… so safe… He was so reassuring…

You nuzzled into his shoulder, breathing in his scent. His cologne, his softener, him…

“Can I help you reach your bed? Can I do that? Is that okay?” he asked in the same caring voice, and you nodded. But then again, you would have accepted anything, for as long as you could remain in his warmth, as long as his voice came back…

You realised then that he was slipping his arms under you, it took a moment longer for your brain to register he meant to carry you.

“I can walk,” you whispered, opening your eyes again and forcing yourself to look at him.

You were too stunned when he bent down to kiss your hair to argue when he told you there was no need, that he got you, that you could close your eyes again. You obeyed, having no strength left to argue, and you wrapped your arms around his neck when he stood up and lifted you off the couch.

He readjusted your position, and then you were vaguely aware of moving, while he walked through your apartment. You nuzzled closer, your forehead brushing his jaw and your entire body trembled as you felt his beard against your skin.

Too soon, he was gently putting you down on your comfortable mattress, tucking you in, under your warm blanket.

You blinked your eyes open before he could leave, found his hazel eyes looking down at you. He seemed so tall like this, standing above your bed.

“Thank you, Andy. For everything.”

He smiled, gesture gentle and full of fondness.

“Sleep well, Y/N. Goodnight.”

He tucked a strand of your hair away from your face, and the brush of his fingers across your cheek made you close your eyes for good.

Your last thoughts were of him, while you heard him move away from the bed, recognized the creaking of the tiles by the door of your bedroom.

God, you wanted him so much…