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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥 ℂ𝕙. 𝟙
|| Pairing || - Dilf!Andy Barber x Reader
|| Warnings || - None so far hehe. Actually, andy barber is a warning himself. Very fluffy and slow burn-ish? Reader is 20 and Andy is early fifties 😀 so yea, but of an age difference. This is in first person too.
|| Summary || - It’s the summer before junior year of college and your neighbor can’t seem to keep his hands off you.
|| A/N || - IM BAAAACCCKK AAAHHH ahem sorry. I literally started writing in this acc and then dipped and now I'm getting back Into it hehe, I cant help myself. But yayyty this is the first chapter of my first series and I'm so excited omg omg
|| Word Count || - 2.8k
There was a light breeze that turned the tip of my nose cold, enough to tickle the hair on my face that removed me from an enticing trance. Six, seven months, maybe since the new family moved in known as the barbers. They had a past, I'm sure of it but who the hell am I to bring it to the present? I mean, for whatever reason they moved here, it was to escape and though marathon wasn't paradise on earth, it cut close.
The for sale sign on their clean-cut lawn lasted as long as a blink, the listing to our left being sold as soon as it was on the market and that sparked many eyes to center on it. But that lasted a week and only that before the barbers deemed this villa to be their retreat in the cruel world that surrounded them. No one knew who they were or what happened that caused them to move from the chilly climate of Boston to the humid one of the Florida keys. But they're here and they've piqued my interest.
“Honey, are you dressed?” it was a voice, one aged yet high pitched, belonging to my stepmother Rose. She was nice, she liked my father enough to stick around when he had arrogant outbursts but those weren't introduced to her until he was engaged to her. She was tall, slim, and at the age where all her veins were prominent against her skin but she pulled you in with stories of where she seemed to live another life. It made me wonder how she ended up here, with my father, and taking all his shit when those stories she told could live on.
Maybe that's where I came in. to pass her stories onto me and do my best to make my own. “You're 20, you have so much ahead of you.” Those were her words, ones she repeated to me many times as if she wished to tell herself that at my age. Either way, it was too late to feel bad for her but she was right. I'm only 20 and I, like her, would like to tell stories to young women that reflect me at this age.
“Coming,” I called through the door and backed away from my bedroom window, shutting it after myself. There was already an ache on my shoulder from the weight of the bag I prepared for a day on the sandbar, an extra bathing suit, an extra set of clothing, sunscreen, a hat, and a book to indulge me later on. I twisted the handle that opened to the narrow hallway of the beach house my father bought in 2000 and he's been accustomed to renting out to families that escaped the north and decided my summer before junior year of college was a good time to put it to use.
Rose stood in the kitchen, hunched over sandwiches she made to keep our stomachs from rumbling in the dead center of the sea. She also packed salt and vinegar chips, my favorite which she made a point to always have on hand when I craved a snack. Not a word left my mouth as I stepped past her to the patio, watching as my father used the freshwater hose to clean the inside of the boat. “Hey, sweetheart, hand me the cooler would you?” My father asked, his arms outstretched and his eyes switched from my own to the cooler on my left. A nod from my head prompted me to grab the handles on either side of the blue cooler, lifting it and straining slightly as I heard the movement of ice inside of it. “Jeez,” I said, lifting it above my hips in an attempt to hand it to him easier and he removed it from my grasp without much effort. A huff left my lips as I trained my gaze over the docks that lined all the beach houses, a weird way to set up a neighborhood if you didn’t own a boat.
“Where’s rose?” My father asked and I removed my bag from my shoulder, sighing in relief at the loss of weight off my shoulder as he placed it in the storage compartment at the front of the boat. “She’s inside getting the food. I��ll start locking up.” I spoke, unsure if what I said processed through his head since he was the type to act as if he was at times and I wasn't certain if that included now or not. My hand reached for the keys that hung above the outdoor freezer, usually used to store bait and fish. He flaked and gutted which made the keys in my hand smell. It also wasn't the best idea to have the keys in such an open space but surprisingly crime was low here and the worry about intruders was not a common one. “Don't lock up, yet. We’re still waiting for the barbers.”
My body tensed at the name, the step I was about to take to the side entrance contracted my muscles and a wave of numbness pushed through me. I tightened my grip on the keys in my hand, surely making a mark in a jagged manner due to the shape. “The barbers, father?” I cringed at myself for a moment, knowing I reserved the endearment for when I was conflicted and looked to him for some false sense of security but what does he know?
“Yeah, they’re joining us but they should be here already.” He looked to his right, their house tall and prominent in his view but the windows or doors showed signs of life. I could hear my heartbeat in my ears, a sound I didn’t want to be accustomed to yet the familiarity of it started to push that wave of numbness again. Torn in two, my mind attempted to look for the decision of if I should go inside and dread meeting them until Rose was with me or turn on my heel and give them a blinding grin.
I don’t know why I was scared to meet them, maybe the small anxiety of having to make conversation or the itching curiosity of why they were even here needing to be answered but a conclusion was made for me. “Sweetheart, come say hi.” my father's deafening voice rang behind me and I gulped the lump in my throat that formed without my notice. I dangled the keys in my hand, allowing them to jangle and I pulled back my shoulders to straighten my posture. My mind made quick laps to gather whatever information I already knew about them and all I could sum up was Mr. Barber is a defense attorney, Mrs.barber was a teacher, and their son was six years my junior. Great, prepubescent, and raging hormones.
I turned around, a grin on my face as I looked over the new faces and almost made a sharp intake at first glance. one thing is for certain, striking looks ran through the family. I picked up my feet, stalking towards them with hesitant steps and a vague idea of how to even approach them. “This is my daughter.” my father introduced my presence, the weight of all their eyes on me as I held my hand out towards Jacob who stood the closest to me, and shook his hand. I held back a grimace, feeling the clamminess of his palm and comparing the difference between his and his mother's that felt like a plush felt.
I shook Mr. Barber's hand, the contrast between ours; his calloused and rough, mine delicate and chaste. “Nice to meet you, Darling.” He smiled, his blue eyes piercing into my own as his large hand enveloped mine, a charm from the small action emitting from him. There was a palpitation in my chest at the pet name he gave me in such a short amount of time of knowing him, telling me he was an affectionate man, one that didn’t have many boundaries. “Nice to meet you as well.”
The loud shut of the side door caught my attention, Rose exited the house and struggled a bit to balance a platter and a large bag. Feeling a slight of pity, I walked up to the patio and grabbed the bag, the familiar heavyweight back on my shoulder making me pout. We neared the dock once more and Rose introduced herself to the barbers as we all piled into the boat. “Thank you,” I muttered to Mr. Barber as he held my hand to assist in my descent into the shallow boat, taking my seat at the front to pull in the ropes that hooked us from drifting away.
Jacob made himself comfortable next to me and I smiled warmly at him. “So, what school do you go to?” he yelled over the growling engines that cut through the water and I shook my head. “I don't go to school until I reach the fall.” I shrugged with my sentence and he nodded, vaguely keeping his interest in me. I held back an eye roll and looked over my shoulder toward the back of the boat. Mr. Barber leaned into Mrs. Barber's ear, a joke he made causing her to laugh and hide in the crook of his neck.
His eyes met mine, only for a moment at least, as he tilted his head. I blinked before turning around and facing the front of the boat once more. Our destination was already in sight because there were a few other boats anchored in comfortable positions, drifting slowly from the waves we made in tow. The loud growl of the boat engines began to stutter to a stop, finally being able to speak to one another without yelling at the top of our lungs.
“Think you can toss the anchor?” I hear my father call over his shoulder to Mr. Barber, watching as he chuckled dryly at him. “You insult me.” Mr. Barber stood, slipping past me on his way to the tip of the boat, opening the compartment where the anchor is stored, and held it just over his shoulder. My eyes trailed the hand he had holding the anchor, moving down towards his bicep which bulged due to the weight, the veins in his forearm presenting themselves just under his skin. Subconsciously, I crossed my legs and turned away as I heard the splash of the anchor hitting the water.
Mr. Barber opened the storage compartment, reaching for the red-striped bag that Laurie had brought with her. “Here, honey.” He smiled at her as she now stood beside me, Jacob and I standing together as I grabbed my bag. Making my way towards the back of the boat, I removed my ragged shirt that has seen better days, and my shorts that were now tighter than I’d like after the half rack of ribs I consumed last night. I stuffed my clothes into my bag, placing it inside the bait well before hanging my legs over the side of the boat and jumping in.
The water was perfectly warm due to the piercing sun shining over it. I sunk into the salt water just under my chin before turning onto my back, enjoying the laxity of floating above the waves. “Beautiful day, huh?” Mr. Barber's voice interrupted my serenity and I stood on my feet, blocking the sun out of my eyes to obtain a better look at him. “Mhmm.” I nodded, looking at the ripples of his torso, the structure of his muscles is something he’s surely worked for and still maintained at his age.
“How old are you?” He asked and I looked at him curiously. “Turned 20 a couple of months ago,” I answered, my fingers each dipping into the ocean that surrounded me, and watched as the small droplets fell from the tips. “Fun age. Getting drunk, knocking out on the couch of your friend's dorm. The good old days.” He smiled, reminiscing his younger years as he ran his hands through his hair. “I wouldn’t know. I don’t drink.” I commented, ready to swim back onto the boat for some light reading.
“I get it. You’re a good girl.”
I looked at him and his eyes were dark, the blue of his eyes now a thin ring around his pupils. A logical reaction to his words has yet to cross my mind as I stared at him blankly. “Sweetie, come here!” Laurie called for him and I watched as he took two steps back before turning and walking back toward the boat.
Ignoring what he said, I continued to drift yet his words seemed to tattoo themselves onto the side of my brain.
—-~—-
I pulled the back of the sundress down, the length not exactly keeping me modest. It was navy with bundles of pink and white flowers printed onto it, the build of the dress wrapping my waist in a flattering manner. After the sandbar the day prior, the barbers kindly invited us to dinner, an outing on their dime. For a scarce small town, it still had its fair share of restaurants that had forks on the left and knives on the right and to place napkins on your lap.
“It’s under the name Barber, a reservation for six at 8:30.” Mr. Barber greeted the host with a smile and he scrolled through the large tablet before him as he nodded his head, confirming the reservation. “Right this way, please.” The host piled 6 menus in his arms, leading us through the restaurant. The ambiance was nice, dim but just enough light to maintain the aesthetic they’re going for. The white cloth of the tables was soft and crisp as if they just arrived from the dryer and we all took our seats.
I took notice to my left, watching as Mr. Barber claimed the seat there and rose to my right, all of us looking around the room in awe as we took in the others who dined as well. “What a nice place.” My father commented as he straightened his button-up. I nodded along, placing the aforementioned napkin in my lap, and took a sip of the water the waiter came and served us. “It’s gorgeous here, Andy. We can’t thank you enough.” Rose smiled, looking past me at Mr. Barber and I followed her eyes. For a moment, I saw his eyes flicker from my thighs to Rose, clearing his throat as he smiled at her. “Truly, it’s my pleasure.”
“So how’s it been at the office with George? I imagine he simply couldn’t sit still and do his homework.” Rose jokes, placing her hand on my father's arm. I let out a small breath, realizing now that the night would mostly be filled with questions made for the adults, telling me that I am now sided with the likes of Jacob. I looked over at him, seeing his face slightly illuminated, most likely by a gaming device just under the table.
“Office talk is the last thing I want to speak about at the table, honey. Did we tell you? Italy is absolutely beautiful this time of year…” My father continued and I drowned him out as he began to recall our first outing to Europe back in 2017 yet I couldn’t be bothered to listen to him rave about the beer and women there once more.
Then, a small gasp left my lips. The feeling of a large warm hand grazing the side of my left leg caught me off guard, almost making me tip the glass of water in my hand. My eyes turned to Mr. Barber who gave me a small smirk, his hand tucked behind my knee as his fingers smoothed over my skin. I swallowed the lump in my throat, the room surrounding me suddenly feeling smaller and hotter.
“Have you considered studying abroad, sweetheart?” Laurie said, looking over at me. I stared blankly at her for a moment before clearing my throat as I conjured up an answer. “Possibly, but for now I like where I’m at.” I gave her a weak smile as his hand trailed further up the side of my thigh, the tips of his fingers playing with the seam of my dress which I cursed at the short length. My hand stopped his own before he could progress, digging my fingers into his skin as a motion to stop but it seemed to urge him more. “That’s a nice dress, darling. Compliments you well. Doesn’t it?” Mr. Barber smiled kindly as if he secretly wasn’t making a move on his office partner's daughter under the dinner table. “Yes, you look gorgeous.” Laurie agreed and I couldn’t help the blush that crept onto my cheeks, more likely due to the hand that was causing my skin to feel as if it was on fire.
“Thank you.” I uncross my legs, dropping them both on the seat under me and tucking my napkin under the side of my thigh, sneaking small glances at Mr. Barber as a waiter introduced himself to take our orders
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Kindly Unspoken, Part 10
Summary: It was time to let Andy go
Pairings: Andy Barber X Reader
Rating: mild
Warnings: language, pumpkin cupcake talk, 18+ ONLY
Word Count: 3.4K
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Andy burrows himself deeper into his pillows, trying to make himself fall back asleep. He was having too good of a dream. Amaris wasn’t knocking on his door. It was just peaceful. His eyes start to flutter, but then he gets a waft of breakfast. French toast and bacon. Andy’s eyes blink openly quickly when he remembers the night before. You had stayed over because of the weather.
While he starts to put on his sweats, Amaris’ giggles rebound throughout the whole house, and yours was right along with her. This was a life he had always wanted. Kept his nose clean, and put in the work to have that, and he always ended up in a different place. He knew he had chased after Jessie’s ghost for far too long. But using her death as an excuse had become his crutch.
He shuffles into the kitchen, and you were beside the little girl helping her crack eggs. “Morning daddy,” Amaris gleefully answers when she hears the board creek behind her. “Angel made coffee, but she won’t let me have any.”
He walks behind Amaris, giving her a kiss to her cheek, proceeding to head towards the coffee pot for his morning brew, “That’s because coffee will make you way too hyper.”
“Nu-uh! Daddy, can we get a dog like Doodle?”
“No,” Amaris gives him a quick mischievous grin, and Andy shakes his head no, “Do not go to your uncle Coco either. That man is the biggest softie.”
“Wouldn’t a German shepherd or a Brittany be nice though? She could sleep in my room. It gets cold in there at night.”
“Aw, Andy, are you going to deprive your daughter of a dog?” Andy looks at you feigning surprise. Laughing in disbelief at you taking Amaris' side. “Will you flip that toast?” Oh he could completely get used to this. Things just felt natural and flowed, but you were Amaris’ social worker, and he didn’t need to get too involved with whatever this was.
“I’ll tell you what, you make good grades for the rest of the year. You do your chores without being asked, and we’ll talk about getting a dog. We’ll do research together on what the best dog for us would be. And,” he stops talking as he gets closer to Amaris. He was a good dad. You could tell that he wanted this. He wanted to make things good for her.
“And you, Amaris Mae Everett, will be the one responsible for the dog. Make sure it has food and water. Make sure that it gets plenty of exercise, and you play with it. But, we have to see how your year in school is. Is that a deal?”
“Are we gonna draw up a contract for that? We have a witness. And…do you want my name to stay the way that it is?”
You take the eggs from her, and she settles onto the bar stool. Andy tilts his head confused, “What’s wrong with your name?”
“It’s not like yours. Shouldn’t my name be like yours? You know, Barber?” She was adorable. You had to give her credit for that. She was able to vocalize her thoughts calmly, and seemed to grasp things well, even though she was still only a child. “Is it always going to be Everett?”
“Oh. Do…do you want it to be Barber?”
“Well, I’d like for it to match my dad’s. You know kids notice these things in school. I go with a different last name than my dad’s and they have questions, and I don’t…do I have to answer? And tell them about my life?”
“No,” you say politely, wanting to butt in. Andy was grateful for the interruption. This was going into the territory he just didn’t know what to do. “You tell people only what you want to.”
“But…I don’t have a mother.”
“There’s some kids that don’t have a father. Some that are being raised by grandparents, or uncles, aunts, cousins, family friends. Amaris, there’s no normal family. Each is unique and beautiful. It doesn’t matter who is raising you. It matters the love that you have between each other. Do you love your dad?” She nods her head at you smiling, and you look over at Andy, “And do you love your daughter?”
“She’s been the best thing that’s happened in my life,” Andy responds with complete conviction. They were going to be okay, and no longer needed you.
“See, that’s what matters, sweetheart. There’s not a cookie cutter perfect family. And how many people get to say they have an uncle Coco, uncle Hayden, aunt Doll, Uncle Steve and aunt Tulip, and a cousin Sailor? You’re very lucky.”
“And I have a Cozy baby on the way,” she giggles at you, and jumps off the stool to give you a hug. “Thank you. Can you make breakfast every Saturday?” Andy clears his throat, and she looks over at her dad, apologizing to you quickly.
“So, how about that breakfast?” You don’t want to get attached. Don’t want to get too involved, but you definitely crossed that line a long time ago. You were too involved. Too involved with the little girl, and too involved with her family. Especially her handsome father. But this felt good. It was oddly satisfying to bring more love into this child’s life.
It was time for you to cut the cord. You promised yourself you wouldn’t get too involved with the families you helped, and here you were finding yourself attracted to the father, loving the daughter past your normal children, and spending the night with them. It was time. Your job was done.
Andy holds his bottle of beer up, tapping the neck to Curtis, Hayden, and Marshall’s bottles. Celebrating Amaris’ birth certificate and name change. “So Andy, you’ve got what you were looking for, and yet you still seem sad. What gives?” Marshall takes a long swig of his and looks over at his friend. “You sad because you don’t have anyone to share it with?”
“You can always share it with us,” Hayden meekly responds, staring down at the table. He was just hoping that no one overheard him, but his brother did. Curtis wraps his arm around his brother and starts messing with his hair. “Hey, hey, easy on the hair. My wife liked the way it looked tonight.”
“His wife,” Marshall laughs out. “How is it, you’re the youngest of us, by eight years and more, and you’re the one that’s married.”
“To the most beautiful and hot woman, and the cutest and most adorable baby on the way. But seriously, enough with the hair. Doll is giving me pumpkin cupcakes later.”
Marshall narrows his eyes at him, and then looks at the other men, “Is that code for something? I feel like I’m missing something.”
“Well…it’s…are you going to tell her I told you?” Andy’s mouth turns up into a crooked smile watching the young man. For as intelligent as he was, he was just a big kid. “I named her…you know her…well, it’s mine.”
“Alright, that’s exactly what I needed to hear was that my brother named his wife’s cunt pumpkin cupcakes.”
“Well, the pussy and the clit…never mind,” Andy laughs, starting to chug his beer. “You’ve seen her, right? I mean, she’s great. Doing a good job of growing our baby, I feel her kick all the time. I do this thing where we’re spooning, and my hand just rests on her belly, and Cozy does her little kicking and punching. Cutest baby award already. And Doodle pokes his nose on her, and…”
“Hey, Ands, isn’t that you’re little crush,” Marshall flicks his head over to the bar, and you were sipping on a glass of water looking down at your phone. Back completely to them. “She cleans up nice. Sorry, pal, looks like she’s waiting on a date.”
Andy didn’t say anything, much like the majority of the night. His eyes just randomly flick towards your back. You seemed anxious. Your eyes moving from your phone to the front door. Shaking your head no at the bartender every time she came over.
The other men carry along with the conversation, but there you were. You had completely told him that your job was done, and that he should only call you if it was an emergency or if he had any questions. There was never an emergency, and there was only one question he really wanted to ask you.
“You’re really tore up about her,” Curtis notes, following Andy’s eyesight.
“Am not.”
“Are, too. Andy, you have barely talked the whole night. Amaris keeps asking us where Angel’s been. You like her,” the usually confident Andy looks down at the table shaking his head. “You do. Have you even tried talking to her?”
“Have you?” Andy asks looking up at Curtis.
“I don’t…don’t want her.”
“No, you want that girl at therapy that carries all the things. Have you talked to the bookworm?”
“Ahh! I knew it! I knew you were talking to your girlfriend about some girl! Admit it! I walked in on you two.”
“I’m confused,” Marshall looks between Hayden and Curtis, and Andy was happy for once that the heat was taken off him. “You have a crush on a girl and then have a girlfriend?”
“His girlfriend is my wife.”
“Okay. I think that’s enough beer for the little guy.”
“Not literally,” Curtis rolls his eyes. He knew what Andy was doing, and it was working. Deflection. He was going to need to steamroll this back on track and back on you. Andy was already looking over at you, just to make sure you were still alone. And you were.
“I’m the reason he has a wife.”
“Ew, I don't like it when you say it like that.”
“It’s true. I brought her home with me.”
“Wait…wait, wait. I have never heard this story. So you knew his wife? Was there any…you know?”
“No!” “Absolutely not.”
“Geeze,” Marshall holds his hands up. “I was just asking. Proceed. You brought the girl home with you.”
“Long story short, slept in his big boy bed, he met her, they went on a date, and here we are; married, with a baby on the way. Andy, I told you about the bookworm in confidence. So I’m derailing this conversation back to you. You like the Angel.”
“She just looks sad,” Andy whispers. You look back down to your phone, and then at the door. He gets a strong urge to text you, but still just sits there.
“It’s pretty obvious,” Hayden shrugs. “She was meeting some guy here. She keeps looking at her phone and at the door because he didn’t show up. Her hand keeps grabbing at her bag because she’s talking herself in and out of leaving. She’s only drinking water because she knows that she’s going to have to drive home. If you want to talk to her, now’s your chance. She sat there for nearly an hour. He’s not showing up.”
Sure enough you type something on your phone before gripping the cup of water with both of your hands. It was embarrassing to put yourself out there only to get a no show. He didn’t even have the decency to call or text to let you know he was running late, or that he wasn’t even coming at all.
The bartender kept looking at you pitifully. You didn’t need anyone else in your life to feel sorry for you. You were on your own, and you could do it alone. You didn’t need a man to make you feel complete. You wanted a man to maybe share your life with. You hadn’t done the dating thing. You were comfortable enough now with being around men, and the way this stupid boy was acting, you were glad he didn’t show up.
Placing your hand on the bar, you lean to grab your purse, but a hand gently lays on top of yours. You know you reacted too swiftly, but you jerk up, and the most handsome face of Andy Barber was staring right at you, “Andy?”
“Sorry I’m late,” he says, smiling over at the bartender. “You want something other than water?”
“Uh…uh, I don’t know.”
“Do you drink?”
“Not usually, no.”
He gives you a kind smile, and looks over at the bartender again, “Can she get an amaretto sour? Light on the amaretto, and I’ll have ano…a Sam Adams, please.”
As soon as she walks off he gives you a strange look, but you need to clear the air, “I don’t need your help.”
“Help?”
“What you’re doing. I was about to leave.”
“You make it a habit of coming alone to a bar, and drinking free water?” You look down at your phone one last time, and that jerk still hadn’t said anything. He never was, unless it was really late or the next day. Give you some lame excuse of where he had been, and why he wasn’t messaging you. “Men are assholes.”
“Not all men,” you argue with him. Why would he say such a thing, when he in fact was a man?
“Ehh, I’d say most are. If you don’t want me to sit and talk with you, I don’t have to,” you look around you to see the table with his friend, Curtis and Hayden, and all three raise up their bottles to you. “I was going to call.”
“Why? Is everything okay? Is Amaris okay?”
“She’s great. The birth certificate got changed. We have the same last name now. She asks about you almost everyday.”
“It’s just better this way.”
“What does that mean?” Andy tilts his head, trying to get a better look at your face, but you were still too busy trying to not meet his eyes. His eyes are what was making you fall. Making you want to go against you own personal policy. You couldn’t date the clients.
“You know what it means.”
“Enlighten me.”
“This…it can’t happen.”
“Why?”
“Because you were my client. I…I-I-I helped you find your daughter, and…”
“I’m sorry,” he interrupts your conversation. There was no anger in his voice. He always had the ability to keep things so even toned. “That’s all past tense. Tell me I’m not crazy when I felt like you and I were going somewhere? You didn’t feel anything between us? Not that night, not that morning? Nothing?”
“I did. It’s just we can’t.”
“Why can’t we? I’m not one of your jobs. Amaris is out of the system. She’s physically and legally my daughter now, and that’s thanks to you.”
“And you’re letting your feelings of being happy for what I did confuse you on what you’re feeling.”
“No, I’m not,” you sit up a bit straighter in your chair, finally turning to look at him. “I am thankful for what you did, but I’m not confused. I like you. And I haven’t felt like that in a long time. I want to get to know you, without my daughter involved. I want to turn up for you, and not have you sitting at some bar wondering where I am. I’m not those men. That is not who I am. I come with baggage, but my daughter is the best baggage. I don’t need a woman in my life. I got along just fine before. But I really want one. And I really like you. I know that this has come on suddenly and…”
“It wasn’t sudden, Andy,” you whisper. You couldn’t exactly tell him that you were falling for him. Couldn’t mention how it was who he was as a father that had you daydreaming on what he would be like as a husband. Couldn’t utter how he was ticking off almost every single one of your boxes. And you had a list. You added to it often. Scratched out things you later deemed not important.
But you didn’t want to settle. You told yourself a long time ago you’d rather be single than settle. Wouldn’t be caught dead in a relationship that was abusive in any way. That you wanted to be cautious and slow with a relationship, because you needed to know for sure how they were. Wanted to have so much money in the bank because you would not be trapped with some man that didn’t value you.
You didn’t believe that Andy was one of those men. You had seen him fight for a child he didn’t know for certain even existed. You had slowly started checking off every single one of your boxes about your future partner. And the moment that Andy filled up all of them is the moment that you had to end things. You felt you were projecting this idea in your head on Andy, and still you couldn’t get him off your mind.
You didn’t want to have these feelings towards Andy, but you couldn’t ignore them. Hearing him admit that he wanted to try…something, made you a bit giddy. “I should be honest with you.”
“Whatever, I think we’ve made it to that stage.”
“I’ve never dated,” oh god, you couldn’t believe you admitted that to him. You were afraid that it was going to open up things from your past that you really didn’t want to talk about, but it was out there now, and you couldn’t take it back. “Never went on a date. I don’t date. I don’t…I’ve never had a boyfriend, and…I have major boundaries. To protect myself.”
“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve only been in one serious relationship, and that was Amaris’ mom. Casually dated, and nothing ever stuck.”
“You don’t think I’m weird?”
“I think things that happen in our past shape how we react in the future. And I don’t think that’s anything to be ashamed of. There it is,” Andy timidly brings his hand over to your face, and gently brushes back your baby hairs, and you didn’t even flinch. You always flinched at men’s touches. Not Andy’s. It was warm and gentle. Familiar even.
“You have the prettiest smile. So I can either go back to my table with those ugly men, and listen to Hayden talk about how hot his wife is, and you agree to let me take you out. Or I can stay with you here, and we can talk.”
“Is this a date?”
“This is us talking. This isn’t a date.”
“I am kinda tired.”
“If I call, will you pick up?” You smile, whispering out yes. “Then, goodnight Miss Angel,” you awkwardly jump off the stool, and head towards the door.
Pulling up your phone when it vibrates to get a message from Andy, ‘Just wanted to make sure you weren’t going to blow me off.’
You look back at him with a smile, ‘I won’t blow you off,’ you respond and leave the restaurant. You wanted to vomit. You didn’t expect for things to be easy, or go smooth with him. Didn’t know what you wanted to think or if it was even normal. What you did know is that you liked it.
Andy struts back to the table, getting an incredulous look from Curtis, “That’s it, I’m going to talk to the bookworm. At therapy or at the bookstore?”
“Curtis?” He looks up at his little brother who was ready to leave. He didn’t care how late everyone wanted to stay out, he just got a message from his wife that she was tired and going to sleep without him. His baby needed him. “Don’t talk to her in her safe space.”
“Wait!” He shouts as his brother stands up. “Which is her safe space therapy or the bookstore?”
“Therapy.”
“Do you want me to come home tonight?”
“I want you to not open my bedroom door until after eleven in the morning. Good job, Andy,” he wiggles his shoulders as he starts to leave. Feeling proud he could help his hero out.
“I’m going to throw up,” Andy says, letting his head rest on the table. “I don’t even remember what to do for a date. Like a real date. One where you actually care about someone.”
“Ehh, you’ve got a bunch of women that can help. Now, how do I talk to this girl? Did you have this word vomit? Did you get nervous? Wanna pee on yourself? Sweat profusely? Man…I’m too old to be this nervous about some girl. Andy…we can help each other out. I help plan a romantic dinner, you help plan a meet cute? Deal?”
“I’m definitely going to throw up.”
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DILF HP AU
Ravenclaw time!!!
Warnings: smut, polyamary, don't like don't read
<Previous Part
Ravenclaw
You don't quite know why you'd be sorted to Ravenclaw. You might have some clever or intelligent, but you sure you're not enough to enter this house.
You think this is some fault or bug. But your housemates don't think so.
Yes, your behaves are usually clumsy, and your knowledge or the ability of insight may not as sensitive as normal or 'classic' Ravenclaw.
But you can focus on searching and make notes for your fanfics and stay in the stacks of books and datas for several hours. You are willing to sit and dare to ask people those things to understand yourself.
And you'd always look up at them with the eyes of admiration, shyness and sparkling joy.
Always make them so hard.
So, for helping their clumsy Chika, they designed some games to help her to study.
Your hands are tied up above your head, your legs parted and tied up, the silk is bind to different sides leg of your bed.
“Tell me, Chika. What does Reparifarge do?”
You whimper and your walls clench when you heard his low and deep voice. You tries to recall what is the book write in.
“Un...Undo Transfiguration.”
“Correct” You can feel the dildo speed up and pressing the special spot. You moans and squirming.
Two hands palm your breasts and squeeze them. And someone pets and strokes your clit.
“You've answered 10 questions correctly, Chika. Now you'll have some bonus rewards.” you recognise this voice is belong to Bucky. He kisses your nerve bundle and message your clit.
“Tell me what do you want to do and who?” And this is Scott.
“Ung...Jake and Ran...” Your legs are shaking and your hips move themselves.
“And what do you want us to reward you, Chika? You know Barber won't let us take the fucking dildo out and replace our cock inside your perfect hole before your test finish. I know you miss the feeling we fuck you take turns, angel. I miss that old times too.” Ransom stroke your hair and tug some behind your ear.
“Want you...use my boobs and my pussy to jerk off, and cum on my puss or my stomack.” you bubbling and they all curse when they see your smirk smile
“Shit, Chika. You just read those smut fics again huh? Tell me, how many times the reader cums?” Jake rubs his heavy mushroom head against your clit and the small bundle, your body shrinks and limps.
“She...she doesn't renember because she pass out.”
“Aww, then your challenge time would be extended, Lady Bird.” Andy winks at you while he gives you a smugly smirk
Ransom squeeze your breast and shoves his length between them and groans.
“Ahhh...I fucking love these soft tits. The fourth place of my favourite part of your body.”
“I bet the top one is her thighs, you prick.” Bucky teased and grunt when he watching Jake and Ransom use your tits and pussy while one dildo in your pussy already.
“Ha! That's you, Barnes. That's why she let you fuck her thighs and cum in her mouth. You're a creepy...ohshit! Chika this feels so good! I support your bad girl behaviour about reading smuts. Ugh...yes...ohhh...”
“Who can blame me? Her plum thighs are inviting me all the time, did I ever told you I want to fuck you when I see your bare legs show up in front of me, Chika?”
You nod and roll your head to lick Andy's harden member.
“Naughty girl, you still want to seduce me when you have two men pleasure you? Huh, I am not complain at all, Lady Bird.”
Andy touches your cheeks and uses his thumb to brush away your tears on the corner of your eyes.
Several minutes later, Andy shoots his loads down your throat while the others cum on your body.
Jake and Bucky choose on your pussy and inner thighs; Ransom choose on your tits, and Scott choose on your stomach.
And you, your climax hit you when they all cum with the animalistic roars.
The dildo is pulled out after your body recovers from your high. And the next moment, someone turns you to the left side, you face Andy and just when you blinks to him with your confused eyes, someone thrusts into you without warnings.
You yelped and arch your back, you feels like your head against a broad, hot chest.
“Time to continue the test, Andy.” It's Scott.
His hands holding your waist, pull until nearly out completely, and slams back hard, your eyes start teary again.
“Don't worry, Lady Bird. We have a lot of time to help you gained those knowledge and train your body.” Scott chuckles, and just when you lift up your eyes, you can see their hungry eyes staring at your swollen pussy is opened up by Scott's big, fat cock, and the foams of your body fluids linger on your soft skin.
Scott nips your earlobe and whisper in your ear:
“We will continue until you answer those questions correctly but forget them instantly after you cum so hard that you can only remember our names.”
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Double penetration with dilf andy and dilf ari?! Thats a Dream come true!! 🥵🤤 I may be horny with my vibe wand on I wanna have that than my wannndd
It honestly is😩 I kinda wish I had a best friend who had a hot dad and a hot friend😭
those beards and muscles.. and those eyes😩 oh and the voice.. fuck.. imagine the greys in their hair😩
I would accept the daddies to use a toy against me, and also fuck me at the same time🤤
I’m glad you enjoyed it💗
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blushing birthday
a/n: iihhh! first story in this slutty au! felt like this was a good place to jump off from. and also, i just wanna point this out because i nearly never do and perhaps some people don’t realise it, but if you have a thought, an idea, a wish or request in this au (or any other, my inbox is always open for requests) then feel free to click on my ask button and send it my way ♡
summary: “so, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”
warnings: various x camgirl!reader, smut, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, dilf neighbour!andy barber, reader's porn name is cherry blossom (UrLittleCherry), friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes, curtis’ birthday, partying, alcohol consumption, kissing, masturbation, impact play, fingering, toys, edging, clothed sex, voyeurism, exhibitionism, dirty talk, size kink, manhandling, multiple orgasms, anal, penetrative sex, unprotected sex
word count: 3953
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The last rays of sunshine for the day streamed in through the half-drawn curtains and cast soft shadows across your form as you sat cross-legged on your mattress.
With your reach outstretched towards your laptop propped up on the chair situated at the foot of your bed, you clicked on the go live button and watched as a countdown appeared on the screen, overlaying your visage staring back at you as your gaze briefly flickered around to check your gear one last time.
Thanks to your three roommates who’d insisted on helping you upgrade your setup, there wasn’t just one, but two cameras pointing directly at you. One angle to catch all of your frame and one zoomed-in to capture a perfect close-up between your legs.
“Hey guys!” a warm smile swiftly dazzled your features as you watched the first few people jump at your notification, “good evening or good–, whatever time of day it is for you.”
The messages in the chat started rolling in, some with usernames you recognised and some you didn’t.
TheFrogo: Hi Cherry! How are you? Have you had a good day so far?
DrownByPussy: Omg you’re finally live! I’ve been hard all day knowing I’d get to see you today.
“Hi Frogo, yeah, I’ve had a pretty good day, but I’m hoping that it might get even better, because I’ve got something pretty fun planned for tonight,” your hands absentmindedly fidgeted along the length of your legs as you spoke, “so, today is a friend of mine’s birthday and–, wait,” you paused and leaned in closer to catch a better look of the scrolling messages, “I haven’t seen you write in the chat yet, but birthday boy, if you’re here, you better log off right now or you’ll ruin your surprise,” you warned, glancing straight into the camera, “I’ll give you five seconds get off,” a pointer finger then kissed each of your digits as you counted down, “five… four… three… two… one,” you squinted a moment longer before a giggle bubbled out, “okay, so now that it’s just us, I can tell you what I’ve got planned,” you switched up your seat, moving your legs to comfortably kneel on the mattress with your frame slightly turned at an angle for you to better see the screen, but retroactively grant everyone a view of the curve of your spine as the line swooped down over your waist and blossomed into the plush of your ass, sinfully on display in the pastel blue, mesh lingerie you wore, “there is one thing in particular that he has just been begging for… any guesses?”
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Hmm… is it a particular fantasy? A little bit of roleplay action?
8inchStallion: Threesome?
“Nope. All fun suggestions, but no.”
TittyCokeKingXXX: Is it to bang in public?
Cream314159: How about anal?
“Cream! Yes! You guessed it!” you excitedly threw your hands up in the air, “it is anal that he’s been dreaming about.”
Ddadddy6969: I mean, who can blame him.
ItsBradBtch: Fucking same.
TearinYoBootyUp: Wish it was my birthday today so you’d let me fuck your tight little ass.
“So, what I was thinking,” you tilted your head, “was that before I go give him his present, you guys could maybe help me prep a little bit, warm me up and stretch out my ass enough to fit his big fat cock. Would you guys like that?”
KyleKyleson: Yes!
UrPervyDaddy398: Hell yeah, let’s get you ready to take that monster cock.
Casting a glance out of the nearby window, your eye couldn’t help but catch sight of the neighbouring house. It didn’t look like the divorced dad who resided there was home, though you still nevertheless searched for him. You weren’t completely clueless to his infatuation with you, though it had almost turned into a game, always trying to catch him peeping at you through the windows, or even taking it further by purposely wearing something skimpy when you’d go get the mail or other activities where you would know you’d bump into him. You didn’t judge him to be the type of man to ever really do anything about it, to actually reach out and grasp a wet dream of a girl so much his junior, but the teasing had become too much fun for you to stop, you were too far gone to draw the curtains closed now.
As a quiet jingle sounded from your speakers, indicating that someone had tipped you, your gaze flickered back towards the computer screen.
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer: Is that the underwear set I bought you off your wishlist? You look even more gorgeous in it than I imagined.
“Oh, thanks A,” you let your palms graze down over the thin mesh, feeling your pussy clench as your touch brushed over your nipples poking through the baby blue material, “yeah, it is. It matches the dress I’m planning on wearing tonight, so I thought I’d be cute.”
Call_Me_Sir_844: Turn around, Cherry. Let us see it from the back.
“Yes, sir, of course,” you chuckled lightly before shifting around, purposely arching your back as you glanced over your shoulder.
729AlwaysHard: How is your ass even real?
Like1OfUrFrenchGrls: Damn, that butt is just begging for a spanking.
Raking your touch down your sides, you smirked, “oh, you want me to spank my ass?” before the jingle of a tip echoed from the computer, “alright, baby,” and like a cat, your frame scooped down, gliding on to all fours and sticking your bottom high up in the air, “how many do you think? Let’s say, highest tipper gets to decide, but please, be kind, I still have to be able to dance the night away tonight.”
TittyCokeKingXXX tipped $50 – 10 spanks, with a paddle
BootyLover47 tipped $35 – 4 spanks
MrHansen tipped $100 – 6 spanks
“Thank you guys,” you wiggled playfully for them, “and Mr. Hansen, wow, thank you so much!” you squeaked ecstatically, “well, I guess I better start counting then.”
After each smack your palm landed on your propped-up bottom, the coinciding number rolled off your lips till your ass was tingling and sore for all your viewers to see.
WinterIsCumming: Fuck, just seeing your little pussy through those panties… they’re soaked, aren’t they?
Gliding a hand down between your legs, your fingertips ghosted over the sheer fabric that clung to your core.
“They are, Winter,” you blinked up at the camera, “man, I wish you were here to give me a hand.”
NastyBoi: Show us that pretty little pussy, come on, don’t be shy now.
“You want me to take my underwear off for you? Take them off so that I can really play?”
And with the chimes of tips swiftly ringing in your ears, one of your fingers then hooked in the gusset and carefully peeled it to the side, letting it act as a frame as you momentarily teased them with just a glimpse of your glistening folds, before you slowly slid them off completely.
Eventually, after your slick digits had gotten a chance to warm you up and tease you till you were practically buzzing on both of the camera angles that now displayed you, as it hadn’t taken you very long till you switched to a split screen, both your face frozen in a silent moan and your pretty holes drooling for attention pressed up against one another, side by side on the stream, your fingers then reached for a toy, the pretty glass dildo you had picked out just before the show.
You first popped the toy in your mouth as you flipped around and relaxed back against your pile of pillows. Letting your gaze flicker over the downright filthy comments rolling across the screen, you sucked on the toy for a bit before pulling it out and letting it float down south.
“Fuck,” your eyes fluttered slightly as you rubbed the tip gently against your little rosebud, “oh, that feels so good.”
Cream314159: Yeah, Cherry, tease that little ass like a good slut.
8inchStallion: Fuck, you’re gonna make me blow my load soon if you keep looking like that.
Ddadddy6969: Has your fuck buddy really never had your ass before? Tbh kinda hard to believe considering what a whore you are for all of us. I love your anal shows, they’re always my favourite.
“I know, daddy,” a light giggle tore through your form, “I’m honestly kinda surprised as well, but no, it hasn’t happened yet.”
BongDong420: Wait, are you an anal virgin? Plot twist.
“No, no, I’m not, I love anal,” you sucked in a gentle gasp as you let just the tip of the toy breach your tight opening, “I just haven’t really done it yet with too many different people. Actually, I’ve only done it with one so far, now that I think about it,” you swiftly shook your head and forced your eyes to flicker to the messages to rid your thoughts of your ex.
Call_Me_Sir_844: Please open your mouth, I’m gonna cum!
“Oh, yes, please cum for me, sir,” you answered the comment and then let your lips part wide. As your tongue stuck out as well, a string of saliva soon dripped down as you waited, the spit colliding with your tits and running down your cleavage.
A_B_Cunt_Destroyer tipped $550 – Don’t let yourself cum. Edge yourself so that you can be all drippy and dumb for him like a good little present should be.
Since you and your roommates lived in a residential area too quiet for college ragers, some of the guys Steve and Bucky were on the football team with offered to throw the bash at their fraternity.
Music blared, nearly making the entire house rumble, as you walked around the place, searching for the one of your roommates who the party was in honour of.
Fiddling lightly with the hem of your silky dress as you peeked into the room where a rowdy game of beer pong was afoot, you still felt a little dizzy as desperation soaked through your ruined panties.
Though, as you checked the kitchen, a bulky frame bumped into you, though it wasn’t just any run-of-the-mill frat boy, incapable of watching where they went, it was the very last person you wished to lay your eyes upon.
“Y/n, hey,” the trust fund kid caught your arm before you could slip away.
“Ransom,” you couldn’t help but clench your jaw as you tried to free yourself of his hold, “hello.”
“I didn’t know you were gonna be here tonight.”
“Why wouldn’t I be here?” you nearly scoffed as you squinted up at him, “it’s my roommate’s birthday party.”
“Right, forgot you moved in with all of them, became just one of the boys…” as a beat of silence fell over him, he let his gaze then rake over your form, lapping up the soft blue material that draped across your curves, “you look good tonight, by the way.”
“I–…” your eyes fluttered shut as you let out a sigh, “Ransom, can we not? Just for tonight, can we not do all of this? Just let me be here, celebrate my friend, and then after that, if you so wish, we can get back to our regularly scheduled program. Just one night of peace, that’s all I’m asking for.”
His dark brows then furrowed as he cocked his head, “babe, come on–”
Cutting him off with a scoff, you spat, “I haven’t been your babe since you broke up with me.”
He had been all for landing a girl that was essentially a wet dream come true when it came to all of the sinful areas you were itching to explore with him, but what hadn’t been a part of his plans was having a girlfriend who wasn’t exclusively a slut for him and him alone. He’d told you to choose between him and your dirty little hobby, but to his surprise, you hadn’t even hesitated when you didn’t choose him.
A low sigh then puffed from his lungs, “fine.”
Heatedly ripping your arm free, you echoed, “fine,” before turning on your heel and exiting the kitchen.
Luckily, your search didn’t drag on too much further before you stumbled upon your celebrated friend.
“There you are!” you exclaimed, your voice ushering Curtis’ head to twist in your direction, his glance shifting from the pool table before him.
“Baby!” he swiftly threw open his inked arms and pulled you close, “hey!”
Hearing the heavy balls clank around on the table, you asked, “are you in the middle of a game or could I steal you away for a sec?”
“Nah, not this round,” he withdrew only ever so slightly, letting one of his arms stay draped over your shoulders, “what do you need?”
Pulling him with you in the direction of the wide staircase, you smirked, “I just have a present to give you…”
“Another one?” he blinked as you dragged him up the steps.
“Well, you deserve the world, so yes, you get another one this year,” you offered him a warm smile.
“Man,” he exhaled as you reached the upper level, “happy birthday to me,” a smirk spread across his features as he willingly let you push him into one of the rooms.
It was a study room filled with long communal desks, tall bookcases and velvet armchairs. It was also, thankfully, vacant of any other partygoers.
“Happy birthday, Curtis,” you didn’t waste any time, the door barely managed to slam behind you, before you yanked him in for a kiss.
It took him a second before he caught up with your sudden actions, but as soon as he did, a gentle giggle rumbled from his intoxicated form and vibrated against your lips as he enveloped his long arms around your frame.
Feet shuffling, your roommate soon bumped into one of the tables, lending him to half sit on it as you let your touch rake down his figure. Even with the swift and determined pace your desperation drove you to have, it still didn’t take that long for Curtis to be on the same page as you, and when your palm fluttered down to cup him through his pants, the tent twitched beneath your touch.
At first, when you then withdrew from the kiss, Curtis instinctively followed your disappearing lips till he noticed your knees buckling as you sank down onto the floor.
“This is so much better than losing at pool,” he gazed down at you between his thighs, nearly hypnotised as you tugged at his zipper.
“I’d sure hope so,” you nearly scoffed as you freed him of his binds, not hesitating to lean in and swipe your tongue silkily against the very tip of him as soon as you had the chance, “although, you know I never mind being a consolation prize.”
“Consolation prize?” his tone filtered through a soft groan as your fist enclosed around his base, twisting slightly as it jerked up to graze your mouth, “that’s not what you were last week.”
“Yeah, but that was different,” your giggle vibrated against him, “it’s okay, baby. Maybe next time we play at home you’ll get to win and show the others who’s boss,” you purred before your lips enveloped fully around his fat girth.
When spit and slobber soon bubbled out and dripped down onto your chest from your efforts, you got back up to your feet. As you let the back of your palm wipe a bit of the mess from your chin, you twisted your frame around and let your spine melt back against this broad chest.
As you felt Curtis’ fingers dig into your dress and hike it up, you rolled your hips back against him, nearly dizzy with want. Gliding a hand down between your thighs, you captured the sodden material, utterly ruined and clinging to your core, before you yanked it to the side, the leaky mess not yet ready to let go of the panties and spiderwebbing to where you pulled it to the side.
Reaching around, your grip captured his cock once again as you tilted him to teasingly brush through your folds, your activities from earlier made it almost pathetic how sloppy you got him in a matter of seconds.
As his lips pressed to your cheek in a hot kiss, you glanced over your shoulder to catch his eye and take in his reaction.
You didn’t warn him, nor say anything at all. Only a smirk glimmered on your lips as a forewarning before you led him away from the leaky entrance he naturally assumed you’d let him into, and instead arched your back and eased his slicked-up length into somewhere else.
“Oh–, holy shit,” his eyes flickered down to affirm what you were doing before blinking up at you in the assumption that it was a mistake, “baby, you’re–”
“I know,” you smiled at the way his chest heaved at the realisation.
“Wait, seriously?”
“Told you I had another present for you,” your gloating grin softened at the moan that slipped out as you sank down just a little further upon his dick.
His fingers dented both sides of your hips as you slowly let him feel more of you, “oh my god, you’re the fucking best…”
It was shallow at first, gentle as you controlled the pace, though still mind-meltingly intense as you fucked back against him till your knees began to wobble, feeling each and every little detail of his stretch your little ass out.
You felt his hot breath on the side of your face between the lazy pecks he planted there and occasionally veering further south to try and mark your neck up with his bites.
“O-oh, fuck,” you whimpered when one of his inked arms snaked around to your front and stretched down to rub your clit, swollen and throbbing between the pads of his rough fingers.
Since you’d backed away from the edge not too long before, its overwhelming return was swift and quickly rendered you a shivering mess in his arms as your rhythm came to a rest and the tight circles he drew over your puffy pearl pushed you into insanity.
Eyes still shut as you were panting for breath, you felt Curtis pluck up your chin and tilt it so that his lips could seize yours.
Though the blissful pause didn’t last very long before he manoeuvred you around, manhandling you into a new configuration, though all the while never slipping his cock out.
His palm was heavy against your back as he whirled you around and bent you over the table. Cheek smooshed against the smooth wooden surface, the thunderous snap his hips then offered caused the desk to rattle beneath you.
However, just as you sensed him begin to lose himself, burying his cock so deep inside of you that it caused you to see stars, the creaking sound of the door to the study swinging open sliced through the lewd harmonies already filling the room.
Even though you couldn’t really glance over your shoulder to see who it was that entered, the recognisable voices that then found your ears calmed your worries about why Curtis’ pace for some reason hadn’t slowed down in the slightest.
“No, I’m not kidding, that’s really what–, oh,” Bucky’s sentence paused as soon he spotted you, “hello you two.”
You attempted to tilt your head against the table as the last of your roommates came into view, shut the door behind them and stepped closer.
As you reached out a wobbly hand to grasp Steve’s, he sweetly caught it in his and chuckled at your cock drunk visage, “hey.”
“Hmm–, hi…” you attempted to greet them, Bucky swiftly bending down to briefly be at your height, letting his fingers brush some of your hair out of your face as Curtis’ efforts jolted your frame against the table at every feverish thrust.
“Was wondering where you guys were,” Steve held onto your hand a little longer as his glance met the blissful gaze of the man who was balls deep inside of you, “I thought she already gave you her little present.”
“You knew?” Curtis tilted his chin, to which you tried to explain with a mumble, though one of your roommates didn’t hesitate to playfully ask you to clarify.
“I’m sorry what was that? You’re being too much of whore right now for me to understand you,” Bucky pressed a peck to your brow before straightening back up, “look, I would have totally told you man, but she threatened us not to ruin the surprise.”
“Yeah, said that if you didn’t get to take a dip first, then none of us ever would,” Steve added.
“Aw,” you felt Curtis kneed your bottom as he slammed into you, “you’d really have done that?”
“I did say you deserve the world, so yeah,” you managed to squeak.
“It’s so cute how sappy birthdays make you,” Bucky smirked, “such a shame not one of us even hesitates to exploit it.”
As one hand stayed glued to the curve of your ass, his thumb hooked in your underwear to grant not only him but the rest a perfect view of just how well you took him, Curtis’ other hand then stretched out to grasp the half-empty beer that Steve handed him, briefly taking a swig before handing it back.
“Yeah, she really is just such a good little girl, aren’t you?” Steve found a seat on one of the nearby chairs.
“Mhm…” you barely caught sight of how both of them palmed themselves for an ounce of relief.
Sitting down as well, Bucky squinted cockily back at you as your hazy eyes briefly caught his, “what was that, sweetheart?”
“I’m a–,” you blubbered as Curtis’ cock stretched you so wide that you even felt it press against the sweet spots in your throbbing pussy, “I’m a g-good girl–”
“Yes, you are, baby, that’s right,” Curtis chuckled warmly behind you before offering your ass a swift slap, “the fucking best.”
“Oh, oh! She’s so close to cumming, I can see it!” Bucky exclaimed in an almost mocking tone as your eyes began to roll, “just look at that face,” he nearly jumped to get closer, “so fucking pretty.”
“Come on, Y/n,” Steve leaned back in his seat and squeezed his hard-on as he stared at your fucked out form, “give us a good show. Make it good for the birthday boy.”
Although, unfortunately, you were already too far gone by then to take any of their lewd comments into account as you tumbled over the edge, floating in the sea of your cheering roommates as a soundtrack.
After your friend had emptied himself into your haven, he simply slid your panties back into place so that his cum could leak out of you for the rest of the party and ruin your sheer underwear completely, perhaps even give up entirely and run down your shaky legs for all to see.
Bending down to smother you back to life with kisses, you also felt Curtis’ arms tangle around you as he hugged you and slowly lifted you off of the table.
“You wanna go down and dance?” his low timbre tickled the shell of your ear.
“Just give me a second,” you breathed through your hazy smile as you fought to blink your eyes back open, “my legs will first have to start working again. Maybe you could take over the music for a second and queue up something slow,” you light-heartedly suggested with an airy chuckle.
“Don’t you worry, baby,” Bucky smirked from across the table, “we’ll help keep you upright.”
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#lea’s writing#sugar and spice au#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers smut#curtis everett smut#chris evans smut#sebastian stan smut#andy barber smut#ransom drysdale smut#steve rogers x reader#steve rogers au#bucky barnes x reader#bucky barnes au#curtis everett x reader#curtis everett au#steve rogers series#bucky barnes series#chris evans x reader
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𝔽𝕠𝕣𝕓𝕚𝕕𝕕𝕖𝕟 𝕗𝕣𝕦𝕚𝕥 ℂ𝕙. 𝟚
|| Pairing || - Dilf!andy barber x reader
|| Warning || - Some fingering, pet names, infidelity, looots of touching hehe but yes lmk if I missed anything :) and ofc, andy barber himself
|| A/N || - uuum this chapter is kind of filler kinda not, i will not lie but still, im excited for you to read it!!
|| Word count || - 1.7k
It seemed right that we frequent the salty ocean as much as we could this week. A satisfying rest settled on me as we approached the cabanas littered on the sandbank, the sun beaming down on us, the warmth compared to a hug. It was nice, serene even. Of course, I couldn't experience this alone since my father extended an invitation to the Barbers. I didn't want to assume it but they very much could be using us as a distraction. From what I've seen, they all had very little to converse about or want to.
I placed my bag on the white cushion of the cabana, removing myself as far away as I could from the Barbers. “This is so nice, I could get used to this.” Ms. Barber smiled as she lay on their cabana, resting on the recline of the bed. “Jacob, sweetheart, I don’t want you on your device today, why don’t you go play with those boys over there?” She suggested to her adolescent son, a groan emitting from him in annoyance. I hid a snicker in my shoulder, Rose playfully hitting my back as a way to tell me to knock it off. “George, this is good. Where’d you find this place?” Mr. Barber asked, removing the shirt from over his head and I looked away. I wasn’t going to let myself catch the details of his torso, fear that the sunglasses rating on my nose aren't tinted enough to not give away my wandering eyes.
“It’s a ‘locals only’ find, been coming here since she was born,” My father responded, lathering himself with sunscreen, causing me to shake my head since he was never one to properly rub it in and parade around with a sheen of white over his skin. “I’m going to grab a drink, does anyone want anything?” Mr. Barber started stepping towards the restaurant that just sat off the sand with an adjoining bar before turning and asking the question. He mentally took the group's orders before continuing on his way, but not until he spoke again. “Sweetheart, you mind giving this old man a hand?” He grinned an innocent smile, nothing anyone would give a second thought to yet I knew better.
I shook my head, “I was gonna jump in now. I have faith you’re more than capable,” flashing a smile at him. “Don’t be rude. She’ll be happy to help.” My father narrowed his eyes at me and I sighed, digging my feet into the warm sand as I rounded our cabana to catch up to Mr. Barber. I cautiously took my time walking with him, making sure I was lacking just a few steps behind him. He reached the bar just off to the side of the restaurant, the cold tile contrasting the sand we walked away from. I paused as Mr. Barber sat on a barstool, pulling the one to his right closer to him before patting the faux leather as he tilted his head toward me. Sighing, I pushed the glasses on my face onto my head as I reluctantly took the seat beside him.
He tapped the wood counter of the bar, the bartender preoccupied with other patrons. “I studied in Italy during my sophomore year of college. At least that's what I like to say,” He looked over at me and I avoided giving him a response, choosing rather snack on the bowl of peanuts set between us. His hand dropped from the counter onto my thigh, giving it a light squeeze. My hand fell just on top of his, our actions imitating the ones of dinner a couple of nights ago. “What is your deal?” I asked, pushing his hand off my thigh as a smile spread across his face. “Just trying to pinpoint exactly how far I have to push before you open these up.” He trailed a finger up the inside of my thigh, making me do a sharp intake.
“What about your wife? Sorry that I'm not looking forward to damaging the purity of your marriage.” I grumbled, crossing my arms over my chest as I crossed my leg, causing him to remove his hand. “She got bored. Decided the personal trainer helping her get her ass back after having Jacob entertain her better than I could.” He sighed, looking over at the bartender to see if he was anywhere near taking our order. I couldn't help to give him a small look of sympathy even if he was turned away. Even imagining the one person you’re supposed to trust and love for the rest of your life betraying exactly that and taking advantage of your naivety that was blinded by the love of your partner.
“So your partner's daughter is the best way to retaliate? I’m sure you could have your pick, I'm just unsure as to why you fixate on me.” I spoke softly, my eyes focusing on my hands which now lie in my lap. My attention was grasped as he stood off his barstool, towering over my frame as he extended his hand out towards me. I gave it a hesitant look, my eyes searching for our families on the beach, and was surprisingly relieved to not be able to look for them anywhere. “What if they come looking for us? This is too risky, Mr. Barber.” I pointed out and I could tell the risk passed through his mind. “Come on, Honey.” He spoke.
I took his hand, my heart beginning to beat a little quicker in my chest. Mr. Barber stuck to the wall of the restaurant, the hallway of the restroom coming into view. My eyes looked before me, the structure of his back looking as if something he works to maintain. I resisted my other hand to lift and trace his muscles in awe, the beating of my heart beginning to hammer in my ears as we neared the family restroom, the two of us slipping in before any eyes could catch us. He locked the handle behind himself, and my palms beginning to accumulate some moisture as nerves started to flutter in my stomach.
He turned towards me, invading the little space we had separating us just moments prior. His hand came to cup my cheek, smoothing his thumb over my cheekbone, moving to skim my bottom lip. He caught the tip of his finger on my lip, “open,” he commanded, pressing the pad of his thumb on the surface of my tongue, his fingers grasping my chin. I’m not sure if it was his tone that controlled the reaction to his command from my body but something allowed his other hand to find its way to the small of my back, pushing my hips against his front. “Good girl,” he complimented, his thumb leaving my mouth. “It's the way you react that makes me fixate on you. The way you try to resist and yet give at the moment I tell you what to do.” He whispered, his eyes searching my face, his breath lightly fanning over my lips.
“We shouldn't be doing this, Mr. Barber,” I mumbled, my neck exposing itself more as he began to place chaste kisses on my skin, his hand cupping my breast through my swimsuit, my nipple rising at the feeling of his kneading hold. “Andy, baby. Call me Andy.” He stepped forward just until my lower back met the cold tile of the bathroom counter, his left hand hooking under my knee to wrap around his waist. The feeling of his cock pressed against my clothed cunt, a gasp coming from me at the feeling. “Andy, please.” I softly whined as his hand cupped my breast out of my bathing suit, his mouth trailing to find my nipple between his lips. I tugged at his hair, electricity coating my skin wherever he touched it.
He reached down between us, moving my bathing suit to the side, the strain of the tight fabric circulating my thigh. “Wait, we shouldn't,” I made a small effort to remove him from me and he unlatched my nipple, his touch leaving me cold as he took a step back to take in my image. “Look at you, dripping and ready for me and I barely touched you.” He teased and I instinctively closed my thigh, embarrassment making my cheeks flush. I watched as he approached me once more, using his waist to part my legs and I didn't make an effort to refuse his advance. He maintained his eyes with mine, his hand reaching to toy with my entrance. His fingers slipped in with ease, moans emitting from both of us at the feeling and I arched my back off the surface behind me. “Andy,” I gripped his wrist in shock at the feeling, slightly because if he moved his hand, I’d stop before he could. “Fuck, you’re so warm.” I looked to see his swim shorts had formed a bulge, making me take my bottom lip between my teeth.
I moaned as he twisted his hand, curling his fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing small soft circles over my clit. My thighs felt tight, the nerves he was touching causing me to throw my head back in pleasure. As a rude gesture, he drew his hand away, making me narrowly glare at him but I relaxed as he studied his fingers, my slick glistening in the low hue of the light. With eyes set on my own, I watched as he placed his fingers in his mouth, exposing a deep moan from his throat as he savored my taste on his tongue. My mouth hung open at the lewd image before me, the intimacy of tasting me causing me to scramble any thoughts I had prior. “Nobody is allowed to touch you like this except for me, understand? ”He commanded and I quickly nodded. He reached as if to touch me again but instead, he stretched the fabric of my bathing suit back into place as I recovered the decency for my breast as well.
“We should get back,” I suggested and he nodded in agreement as I moved off the counter. He unlocked the door to the small restroom, stepping to the side for me to exit before him and he proceeded behind me. A blush found my cheeks as he placed his hand on the small of my back, moving to settle on my hip as he was directing us back to the bar.
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𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒈𝒊𝒇𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒓 (49/??)
#chrisevans#chris evans#chrisevansedit#cevansedit#cevansgifs#evansedit#chris evans gifs#chris evans gif#andy barber#the dilfiest dilf to ever dilf#defending jacob#episode five#lila’s gifs#lila's andy gifs#christopher i am sick of ur shit#christopher how dare u#the thoughts this gives me#pls daddy sneak into my room and just watch over me#i'll wake up and give u head#can u believe i am one a way from 50#insane
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andy barber + "you don't need anything, you want it"
optional scenario: assassin/mercenary
undone by a pretty spring sundress
pairing: dilf!andy barber x babysitter!female reader
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, unspecified age gap (but reader is def out of college), thigh riding, dirty talk, daddy kink, praise kink, light bdsm, pet names (sweetheart, angel), some bratting, referenced spanking, fluffy ending
word count: 2,100ish
a/n: instead of assassin/mercenary Andy Barber, may i offer you dilf Andy Barber? 🫣 lol let's be honest, Andy is always a dilf 🤭 but i've already done ex's dad Andy and dbf August so i wanted to do a different trope and i've never done a babysitter fic so i gave it a shot!! hope you enjoy, Aspen!!
The sounds of shrieking laughter and childish games filtered into Andy Barber’s kitchen while you stood at the counter, putting together a bouquet of spring flowers that would sit nicely on his dining room table. You’d retreated into the house because you’d needed a break from the party Andy was hosting—the one he’d hired you for the afternoon to help him host.
It was a little outside your normal duties, since you typically worked as Andy’s babysitter, watching his young son on nights the single father had to work late at his law practice. You knew some of the parents in the neighborhood thought you were a little old to be babysitting, given you were old enough to be married and have a family of your own.
But you ignored them because you enjoyed babysitting for Andy. It helped supplement the meager pay you received from your day job, and you liked spending time with Andy’s son Jacob, who was a sweet kid. More than that, though, you found yourself really enjoying spending time with Andy.
And if you weren’t mistaken, Andy liked having you around as well.
In the months that you’d worked for Andy, you’d grown increasingly aware of the way he stared at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
His crystal blue eyes would drift down to your tits when you were looking something up on your phone. And more than once, you could’ve sworn you felt his gaze on your ass when you’d bent over to pick up some toys on the floor. But each time, when you turned to the older man, he was innocently looking elsewhere.
Altogether, you’d gotten the impression that Andy might want you to be more than his babysitter, but he hadn’t yet acted on the heated looks he gave you. So you may have taken matters into your own hands and worn a skimpy little sundress to the party he was hosting for the neighbors and all their kids. And you were delighted when it had the intended effect.
You hadn’t been in the kitchen for more than a few minutes when Andy cornered you, using the moment when everyone else was distracted by watching the children play a game they’d made up to approach you. His body crowded you into the counter, close enough that you could feel the warmth of him brushing against the swaths of bare skin not covered by your sundress.
“I need to speak to you upstairs,” Andy murmured in your ear. His warm breath ghosted over your cheek and bare shoulder, causing goosebumps to raise all along your arms.
But you stifled the shiver racing down your spine and continued fluffing the flowers in the vase in front of you, pretending you didn’t notice the demanding edge of Andy’s voice or the way he crowded into you. After all, he’d waited months to approach you, and you decided you wanted to have a little fun with him before you gave in to the tension crackling between the two of you.
“You don’t need anything, you want it,” you responded cheekily, your tone light and playful. “Isn’t that what you’re always telling Jacob, Mr. Barber?” You tossed your head to the side and gave the older man a sly smile over your shoulder.
Andy’s expression darkened, his soft mouth pulling down in a frown that was framed perfectly by his neatly trimmed beard. He looked particularly delicious in a simple blue t-shirt and jeans—though you also appreciated all the suits he wore for his job as a lawyer. You’d spent many a night imagining Andy undressing you entirely while he stayed all buttoned up in one of his suits, making you hump the bulge in his slacks…
Andy’s big hand wrapping around your upper arm brought you back from your distracted thoughts.
“I assure you, sweetheart, what I’m feeling is a need—not a want,” Andy growled, dragging you away from the counter and forcing you to abandon your bouquet. You didn’t protest, though, as he led you toward the stairs and up to the second floor of his suburban Massachusetts home.
Andy had only just pulled you into his bedroom and closed the door when he spun you around and crowded into you until your back hit the door. Then, with a muttered curse, Andy ducked down and captured your lips with his own, kissing you so passionately, your head spun.
You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and kissed him back just as fervently, your mouth parting and allowing his tongue to twine with yours. He groaned into your lips as he tasted you, the deep sound of his pleasure making you hot all over, wetness gathering between your thighs while your mouths slid together. You squirmed against Andy’s hard body, pressing your softness against him as your body yearned for friction.
Andy shoved one of his legs between yours, his big hands gripping your hips tightly and shifting you so that your pussy rubbed against his thigh. You wrenched your mouth from his with a sharp gasp, your body rocking against his as pleasure shot through you from the tips of your fingers to the ends of your toes. Andy watched you with hooded eyes as you humped against him, hands sliding down your sides.
“Wish I could watch you ride my thigh all afternoon, angel, but I need to be inside you,” Andy groaned, reaching beneath your dress and hooking his fingers in your panties, moving you back to pull them down your trembling legs. You let out a little whine at the loss of friction against your pussy, but Andy only hushed you. “Shh, I know sweetheart, you’re needy too, aren’t ya? Need daddy to fuck you, huh?”
Your head fell back against the door with a thunk and you let out a breathy, surprised, “Daddy,” tasting the way the word sounded on your tongue and enjoying it far too much.
“That’s it, angel, call me daddy,” Andy murmured fervently before capturing your lips in another kiss. You could feel his hands working his jeans open and pulling out his cock, but you couldn’t move your arms from around his shoulders; you were pretty sure if you did, you’d collapse to his feet. “Christ, I knew ya would be perfect—been wanting this for so long, but that pretty spring sundress of yours was my undoing.”
A pleased smirk curled the edges of your mouth at Andy’s confession, and you decided you’d tell him later that had been your intention with wearing it. For the moment, though, you simply leaned up to whisper some teasing words in Andy’s ear. “If you need me so bad, then take me, daddy.”
Andy hooked an arm around your waist and spun you again, walking you back to his bed and easing you down onto the plush softness of his blankets while his hips settled between your thighs. His cock rested against your bare pussy, making you moan with desire.
“Gonna have to make this quick, sweetheart,” Andy murmured as he brushed kisses to your jaw and cheeks, his hips grinding his length against your soaked folds, getting himself drenched in your arousal. “But next time I’ll fuck you soft and slow like you deserve, alright?”
“OK, daddy,” you said on a moan, tilting your hips to grind your bare pussy against his cock. Andy buried a grunt in your neck and reached between your bodies, adjusting his cock until the tip pressed against your entrance.
Then, all at at once, Andy pushed inside you, both of you moaning at the feel of his thick, hard cock stretching out your tight, warm pussy. It was better than you ever imagined, having him inside you, your body taking his entire length and joining you to him in the most intimate way.
“Feel so good, daddy,” you murmured breathily, your mind spinning with pleasure. You cupped Andy’s face in your hands, your nails raking through his beard gently, as you stared up at him. You hoped every bit of the pleasure you felt was clear on your face, so he could see how good he made you feel.
Andy seemed to, his smile filled with affection and arousal of his own. He leaned down and brushed a kiss to your lips, teasing you with the flick of his tongue before pulling away and catching your eye.
“Ready, angel?”
“Yes, daddy,” you answered sweetly, more ready for him than he could even know.
Then Andy took what he needed, and gave you what you needed, too. He fucked you hard and fast, pumping his thick cock into your tight channel with a ruthlessness you’d only ever glimpsed when he’d take work calls at home. He was brutal, and you wanted to scream your pleasure, but Andy’s hand covered your mouth, keeping you from being overheard by all the neighbors crowded in the backyard.
When he seemed to be getting close, Andy reached between your bodies, his thumb finding your clit and rubbing in tight little circles until you shattered apart around him. You came so hard, you bit down on the flesh of his palm to keep yourself quiet.
Andy didn’t seem to mind, grunting through the sting of your teeth and the delicious clench of your pussy, fucking you harder until he pressed deep and came inside you. You shivered when you felt his load leak out around his cock, in awe when you realized just how much come he must’ve pumped you full of that it was overflowing.
As you caught your breath, Andy peppered your face with light kisses, praising you. “Such a good girl, sweetheart, so fucking good for daddy.” He kissed the apple of your cheek, his beard tickling you and making you giggle softly. “Now, I need you to keep my come safe inside you for the rest of the afternoon, can you do that, angel?” Andy asked, catching your eye and giving you a serious look. His hand pressed against your lower belly, making your pussy flutter while butterflies took flight in your chest.
It was on the tip of your tongue to simply say yes, but a delightful thought took hold of your mind and you found your lips forming the same words they had earlier in Andy’s kitchen. “You don’t need anything, daddy, you want it,” you said, giggling when Andy’s face turned stormy.
“You’re lucky we have to get back to our guests, angel,” Andy growled pressing his forehead to yours while he glared at you, though there wasn’t much anger to his gaze—only desperate arousal. “Otherwise I’d put you over my knee and show you what I do when you’re a bratty bad girl.”
You were helpless to your body’s reaction to his words, your cunt clenching hard around Andy’s cock and making him chuckle. “I need it, daddy,” you cried, hands fisting in his t-shirt and trying to hold him close.
But Andy was already moving away, pulling out and stuffing his cock back in his pants. You watched him with a pout while he grinned down at you. When his appearance was presentable enough, Andy hauled you up from the bed and smoothed your dress down over your curves, fixing it for you.
“Be a good girl and help me get through the rest of this party and we can have some fun later,” Andy promised, pressing a kiss to your forehead. Then, like he couldn’t help himself, he caught your mouth in one last deliciously sinful kiss.
You returned to the party with Andy, finishing your bouquet of spring flowers and putting it out on the table. Then, you helped him wrangle the kids and their parents for dessert, everyone enjoying the beautiful spring evening.
If anyone from the neighborhood noticed that, after you returned, Andy treated you more like his partner than his babysitter, they didn’t say anything. (In fact, in the weeks and months that followed, when it became clear the two of you were together, each of your neighbors would try to take credit for setting the two of you up.) When everyone left, they thanked you just as much as Andy for hosting the wonderful party.
Once everyone was gone and you’d helped Andy put Jacob to bed, he delivered on his promise of rewarding you for your good behavior. Later that night when you told him you’d worn your skimpy little outfit just to see if he’d finally make a move on you, Andy chuckled and murmured that he’d forgive your naughty trick just that once. Then, he made sure to show you just how undone he was by your pretty spring sundress.
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event | kinkmas 2023
prompt | sex shop
pairing | sex shop owner!andy barber x innocent!reader
warnings | age gap (reader sees andy as a total dilf.) reader is very innocent and also so scared to be there (understandably.) soft!andy, comforting vibes, he talks her through everything. humiliation kink is strong in this one. no real smut, just suggestive themes (sex shop, toys, talks of solo and guided masturbation.)
word count | 987
an | this little story is dedicated to andy's #1 girl, @worksby-d 🥺 dest i super hope you enjoy our favorite dilf here!! i tried to make him the big warm teddy bear we know and love, with a little hint of naughtiness shining through at the end hehe <3 happy holidays to you friend!!
imagine going to a sex shop for the very first time, aalllll by yourself, and meeting a very handsome dilf who helps you pick out your very first big girl toy 😏
parking as far away as possible (it’s at the end of a little strip mall in a tiny little town you’ve never been to before, you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anyone you knew!) spending like 10 minutes just sitting in your car hyping yourself up, you’re so nervous but you’ve wanted to do this for so long 🥺
eventually you build up your courage and make your way up the parking lot, to the front door of the place. a little silvery bell rings as you enter. you’re surprised at how clean and neat the place is. you weren’t sure what to expect, but this is better than you had been hoping. it’s not too big, a single large room with a counter in the middle. at first glance, you're alone, no other customers or employees in sight
the store has different sections with hanging signs directing you where to go. you can feel heat rising in your cheeks as you pass the racks of lingerie and intimates. just as you make it over to the toys for her section, you hear something from across the little shop. looking over, you see someone has entered through a doorway in the back. a man, but you don’t get too long of a look. your eyes quickly drop to the ground as you feel your embarrassment worsening
please don’t come over here. please don’t come over here. please don’t-
your silent prayers are ignored as footsteps approach. you take a step back from the wall of products, forcing yourself to look up at the stranger. your jaw almost drops at the sight of him, oh god, you’re thinking to yourself, why is he hot 😭
there andy stands in all of his glory, the epitome of dilfy deliciousness with his worn navy t-shirt and scruffy beard. scratching his head a bit awkwardly, he greets you, “hey, sorry. didn’t meant to startle you. can i help you find anything?”
your heart’s pounding in your throat as you look around stupidly before your eyes return to the absolute unit of a man before you. you blink like a deer in the headlights. oh my god. he works here, you’re a little slow to put things together
andy sees your surprise, letting out a gentle chuckle. “i’m the owner,” he explains. “you okay, honey? you look like you’ve seen a ghost”
a part of you knows this is an extremely sketchy situation. you’re alone in a sex shop with a dude probably twice your age (who apparently owns the place), out in a town you can’t remember the name of, with nothing to defend yourself except your two bare hands (which are now shaking)
but there’s something about the man before you that you just find so… warm? disarming? (…attractive? 😳) the gentle smile on his face, the way he softens his voice when he senses your nervousness...
you’re a little ball of conflicting feelings, half nerves and half head-over-heels for this unknown man. again, you blink, unable to find your voice to respond
“you’re alright, just take it easy,” he tries to help you relax. “this your first time in a place like this?” all you can manage is a nod. he gives you an understanding smile, “that’s perfectly fine. i’m here to help. can you tell me what you’re looking for, sweetheart?”
your eyes glance quickly back at the wall of toys in front of you before returning to him. he must see the increasing humiliation on your face. “u-um…” you’re finally able to stutter, “i-i don’t… i’m not… i guess i'm…”
he’s so patient and attentive it’s only making the butterflies in your tummy worse 😭 “not sure where to start?” he finishes for you. when you nod, he hums thoughtfully, “that’s okay, honey. do you have anything already that you like? is this for you to use on your own?"
you grit your teeth, nodding through the waves of embarrassment. “d-don’t have anything, sir. looking for something to start out with”
“i see,” he nods, looking over the selection on the wall before the two of you. “a bullet is a great beginner toy. simple, quiet, different levels of intensity to fit your needs. do you like clitoral stimulation?”
you have to fight yourself to keep from rubbing your thighs together right then and there 😩 something about the way he’s talking you through everything is sooo 🥲🥲 a feeling of dread hits as you realize you’re already getting wet
you force out a nod. he looks at a few options before picking out a small, discreet box. offering it to you, he explains, “this one’s my favorite. it’s nice and smooth, hard to hurt yourself with. rechargeable, medical-grade silicon. six levels of intensity. and the pink matches your nails,” he says sweetly, nodding at the shiny polish on the tips of your fingers
you clumsily accept the box, looking it over briefly. “there are instructions on the inside. the internet can be helpful too,” he suggests. the burning in your tummy worsens as he sees right through you, sniffing your complete innocence and inexperience with ease
“o-okay. this looks good. thank you,” you agree
“of course,” he nods with a sheepish smile. “once you get comfortable with that, we can work you up to something more sophisticated” you never implied that you’d be returning to him, but now that he’s said it, you know you couldn’t refuse. “and if you have any trouble, you can always come see me. i got a room in the back, we can take some time and find what works for you”
i might have to write that follow-up visit someday this is making me 🫠🫠
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Would it be crazy
Pairing: dilf!Andy Barber x babysitter!Reader
Summary: Andy remembers your birthday, and you're surprised. But why wouldn't he?
Warnings: Age gap, love confessions tehe
Word count: ~1,000
a/n: sorryyyy we're skipping the first date for now cause idk how to write that yet 🤪 enjoy a self indulgent birthday thought instead!!!!
After knocking on his door a second time, you sigh and reach for your phone in your pocket to double check his text.
He asked a few hours ago if you’d be able to watch his kids tonight. You don't babysit much anymore since you're together, but you figured he's in a pinch if he's asking you instead of their mom, and so last minute.
You definitely have the time right…
While you have it open, you send a quick message letting him know you're at the door.
When a couple more moments go by of nothing, you say fuck it. You normally wouldn't let yourself in, all in an attempt to keep some boundaries when you know his kids are around.
“Hello?” You call out.
It’s oddly quiet when you step through the door, until he comes practically jogging around the corner into the entryway.
“You're here,” he smiles, whisking you into a hug – or at least trying to.
“Yeah,” you scoff, not fully submitting to his embrace yet. You press your hands to his chest to keep him at a distance. “I've been knocking and texting you.”
“Oh shit,” he winces. His fingers apologetically brushing against the small of your back have you close to giving in already. “I’m sorry, I didn't have my phone by me.”
It's nearly impossible to stay annoyed with him. He wraps his arms tighter around your waist, coaxing you closer. He goes in for a kiss and you drop your hands, ready to forget all about it, but you remember where you are and look around.
“They're not here,” he shakes his head with a smile, leaning in to steal that kiss.
“But you asked me here to…” You raise an eyebrow. It's like he's giddy about something. “Why are you being weird?”
“I can't believe you said yes on your birthday,” he teases. You can tell he was waiting to blurt it out. But he gives you a look, like he's scolding you for not doing something more fun than hang out with some kids for the evening.
“Oh… I–” He's caught you off guard. The look on your face softens. You open your mouth to say something, but close it. You didn't expect him to remember your birthday.
You settle on joking with him.
“You used your kids to lure me,” you gasp, placing a hand on your chest in faux shock. “You could have just asked me to come over.”
“That's no fun,” he smirks. “I needed a way to get you here. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“Well, it worked.” Your hands come up to gently grab his face, pulling him in for a kiss finally. Your words are murmured against his lips. “Consider me surprised.”
When you pull away for a breath, he takes one of your hands in his to start walking toward his kitchen with you.
“You really didn't have anything better to do tonight?” He quips.
“Well, it's a Thursday,” you sigh. “So no. I'll go out this weekend—”
Your voice trails off as you step into the room, seeing everything he planned. This is more than the average date night you’re used to.
He has the table set with candles lit. Balloons and a cake. Dinner ready…
“Did you make the food?”
You don't mean to sound so astonished at that part, but he's usually not one to cook.
“Don't sound so shocked,” he chuckles. “Of course I did.”
A burning smell hits your nose and you know for a fact he's telling the truth now.
“Yeah, yeah.” He can tell you notice it by the way you scrunch your nose. “I was fighting with the smoke detector before you got here. Probably why I couldn’t hear you knocking. I'm sorry again about that.”
“Oh, it's okay,” you laugh, patting his back as you lean against his side. “I can't believe you remembered my birthday…”
“Why wouldn't I?” He gently nudges his shoulder, getting you to lift your head and look at him. “You told me when it is.”
You just shrug. “I don't know.”
“You remember mine, don't you?” He teases.
“Of course.” You give him a warning look for doubting you.
But it's just part of the point he's trying to make.
“So why wouldn't I remember yours?”
He got you there.
“Just not used to someone paying attention to me like that I guess, I don't know.”
You're averting your focus, pretending to look through the gifts on the counter instead of working through your doubts with him.
His face falls into a small pout and he kisses your cheek.
“Sorry, I don’t mean to be woah is me about it,” you try to laugh it off. “Thank you for remembering.”
“You're welcome,” he smiles.
A bout of silence fills the room until you speak up with a whispered voice. “I like you a lot."
“I like you a lot, too,” he assures, pressing a soft kiss to your lips this time.
When he pulls away slightly, you let out a shaky breath that you hope isn't noticeable.
“Would it be crazy if I said I love you?”
It's nearly inaudible, but he hears you. The corner of his mouth twitches as he represses his smile from growing any bigger.
“Well, I don't know…” He says, acting like he's thinking about it. “Would it be crazy if I said it back?”
You let out a laugh, laced with relief. “No.”
“So no, neither of us are crazy.”
“I love you,” you say softly.
“I love you, too.”
The two of you share a kiss that's dizzying, but also feels impossible to pull away from.
When you do, your eyes catch something on the counter.
“Is that a cookie cake?” You ask, still a little breathless.
“Yeah,” he nods, pulling it closer for you to look at. “I remember you saying once that you don't like regular cake, so…”
“You're killing me,” you groan, but can't help but laugh.
He smiles, but braces himself for your answer. “In a good way?”
“In the best way,” you promise, resting your head against his chest. “I can't believe you. Thank you.”
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Yes, he does. 🔥
Chris Evans in Defending Jacob [Episode 6]
#navy's thirsty#chris evans#andy barber#i love him your honor#my ❤️ and my 😻#assistant da husband#make me a housewife#ceo of dilfs#gimme that beard burn#please sir#navy's muse inspiration#sugar daddy!andy barber#terms and conditions au#tarlosstrand#queue the hell is bucky?
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Love? Love. (part one)
(Andy Barber x reader)
summary- recently split from his wife, Andrew Stephen Barber, aka, Mr hotshot ADA daddy dilf, lives with his 14 year old son Jacob. All he has known since the tender age of 17 is Laurie, and their baby boy. Will his life change when a bright eyed and bushy tailed y/n moves in the house right opposite to his? More importantly, will it change for the better or the worse?
*contains adult themes, smut and age gap (reader is a senior in college, Andy is in his early thirties)*
Andy's sleep is rudely cut short by the whirring engine of packers and movers mixed with the commotion of workers walking back and forth, setting up the furniture.
His face grimaces as soon as he opens his eyes,
at seven fucking am on a sunday! fuck off!
Apparently-as he later finds out-a new family had just moved in the house opposite to his. From what he had heard from his best friend(and neighbor), Sam, the family had a son of around Jacob's age which was about perfect since Jacob was a shy kid and wasn't exactly Mr. popular with kids his age. maybe he would find a friend in the new kid
By the next weekend, Jacob and the kid, Tyler, were already friends and today Jacob had invited his friend to play video games together.
"Daaaaddd", Jacob whines, "Please don't embarrass me!"
Andy gasps dramatically ,"Are you ashamed of your old man!", he even goes as far as to clutch his chest, right where his heart is, "i knew this day would come, i just thought it would be fifty years from now when i am bound to a hospital bed and shit my pants every time i try to say a word with more than three syllables"
As Jacob rolls his eyes, laughing, the doorbell rings, "whatever old man, just behave or i won't buy you diapers when you're all old and 'bound to a bed'".
Tyler shyly greets Andy and the boys disappear into their boy cave. Andy decides to settle down for a movie from the comfort of his couch. He can already imagine what Sam would say if he found out about Andy's weekend plans
are you seriously wasting all that good-good on a couch? Let's go out man , find you a pretty girl, you need to get out of this 'grandma' routine
Sam wouldn't get it ,he was married, happily so, and had a baby girl with the woman of his dreams. "Between the two of those pretty girls, i don't stand a chance"- he'd say
It wasn't that easy for Andy to navigate the modern dating world, there were too many 'what ifs' and not enough 'why nots' for him to fall in love again
what if he's a one night?
what if he catches feelings and she doesn't? what if he finds someone perfect only to find out he's incapable of feeling love again?
oh shit, worse yet- what if he was a reboun-
His thoughts are interrupted by the ringing doorbell, jesus can't a man watch the godfather for the millionth time in peace?
"Hi, Mr. Barber"
Andy's breath hitches, "Hi there"
"I would shake your hand but mine are full", she giggles.
Andy's heart does a backflip at her laugh as he shakily reaches out to take the four tupperware boxes from her.
"I'm y/n", she gives him a sweet smile, "I'm Tyler's sister and we just wanted to thank you for inviting him over, god knows we needed the break! Teenagers, amirite", she looks up at him with those big doe eyes.
Snapping out of the trance, Andy invites her in, "Come in............uh",
"Y/n"
Andy's chest is filled with a warm, fuzzy feeling
Names are so intimate, Y/n, while he asks her to come in, Y/n, he asks her to sit, Y/n, as he brews her a cup of coffee.
Andy, as her eyes sparkle when she realizes the movie he has on, Andy, as she tells him she cooked all the treats she brought him tonight
"So", Andy strikes up the conversation as they settle on the couch, "i've heard that you tutor children?"
"Oh, yes, It's just to earn a little before i graduate, besides, my god complex is fulfilled while teaching people", she jokes.
Andy doesn't remember the last time he was so interested in a conversation that wasn't about work or crime, or both, really.
An hour later, they are way past formalities, talking about everything and nothing, as if they were old friends.
Her mouth agape, she looks at him in utter disbelief, "He got away with it?" ,Andy can't believe she's so engrossed in his work stories, Laurie had always told him to keep his work where it belonged-in his office.
"Tyler and i should leave now, it's getting late, mom will be mad if we're late for dinner"
Andy's heart sinks why did she have to leave
"Alright sweetheart", he says lowly, "it was a pleasure to have your company".
Y/n smiles bashfully 'sweetheart'
did he mean it? no way! he must have a thousand women worshipping at his feet, he's the fucking ADA, he's single, he's hot and don't even get me started on that smile-
Focus Y/n!!
Andy notices the hitch in her breath, the sudden tint on her cheeks and the way her shy eyes try to look anywhere but at him
a straight up filthy image crosses his mind-
you, laying naked on his bed, all spread out for him, whining as he sucked between your petals
you, closing your eyes bashfully as the head of his thick cock lines up with your wet, tight hole
he would have no qualms with slapping your face lightly, "look at daddy while he's fucking you open"
"look at me baby, look at who's making you feel so good"
he'd kiss your pouting lips, "my dumb little baby can't think with daddy's cock inside her, ca-
okay Andy, She's a smart and beautiful twenty-one year old girl, she must have boys falling at her feet, the last thing she'd want is you.
As she and Tyler leave, Andy can't help the stupid smile on his face
"dad?, you good there?"
Andy snaps out of the trance, "yeah kid"
"phew! With that shit eating grin, you almost had me convinced that you had shat you pants"
OH THIS LITTLE ASSHO-
author's note: heyyyyyyy girlies, i purposefuly made the first chapter short and vague so i can take the story forward as you'd like me to! Please do leave suggestions!!! nothing is off limits to me
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It's gonna be May 🩷 we made it through April babies! Here's every glorious thing I read in April. Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.
Happy reading 🩷🌷
Bucky Barnes ✨
Though I have never read it by @tuiccim
Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Her by @avecra
bucky barnes x reader
Sweet temptation by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Mob AU)
Thick as blood / punch in the gut by @dreamlessinparis
Dark!Bucky x Darkish!F!Reader
Say the word and it's yours by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia!Bucky x Reader
Cordially invited by @navybrat817
Modern Knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Female Reader
Grandeur by @navybrat817
Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader
Crossing the line by @jadedvibes
Beefy!Bucky x reader
Give it to me by @flordeamatista
dilf!neighbor bucky barnes x reader
Dirty rock by @jobean12-blog
Bucky Barnes x reader (Rockstar!AU)
Send me an angel by @navybrat817
Soft Dark Bartender!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader
Hide and seek by @targaryenvampireslayer
Bucky Barnes x female reader
You are my burning love on nights like these by @flordeamatista
knight!Bucky Barnes x Princess!Fem!Reader
Headstrong by @flordeamatista
beefy!bucky barnes x reader
The kiss by @lunarbuck
professor!bucky x f!reader (any race)
Namor ✨
Waves of love by @flordeamatista
Namor x reader
Ari Levinson ✨
Flamingo king by @onsunnyside
Trailer Park!Ari Levinson x inexperienced!reader
Biker!Ari by @angrythingstarlight
Biker!Ari x Reader
Excelled by @syntheticavenger
Dom! Ari Levinson x Female Reader
Steve Rogers ✨
Pretty flowers for a pretty girl by @witchywithwhiskey
farmer!steve rogers x reader
His inheritance by @jtargaryen18
Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader
Eddie Munson ✨
Magic fingers by @jobean12-blog
Eddie Munson x reader
Andy Barber ✨
Sleepy sex by @worksby-d
Andy Barber x fem!Reader
Hold my heart by @flordeamatista
boyfriend!andy barber x reader
Joel Miller ✨
Sweet, sweet sugar by @unrefinedmusings
no outbreak!joel miller x f!reader
Perfectly wrong by @psychedelic-ink
joel miller x fem!reader
Lloyd Hansen ✨
Gratitude by @kinanabinks
Lloyd Hansen x Mayor!Reader
Multiple characters ✨
Wicked little games by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia Steve x Bratty Reader, Bodyguard Bucky x Reader x Bodyguard Andy
Peepshow by @labella420
Ari Levinson x F!Reader, Lloyd Hansen x F!Reader
Let us take care of you by @angrythingstarlight
Mafia Stucky x Assistant Reader
#fic rec#april fic rec#bucky barnes#namor#ari levinson#steve rogers#eddie munson#andy barber#joel miller#lloyd hansen
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「 sugar & spice au 」
warnings: various x camgirl!reader, porn au, college au, roommate!bucky barnes, roommate!steve rogers, roommate!curtis everett, ex!ransom drysdale, pornstar!ari levinson, pornstar!lloyd hansen, pornstar!nick fowler, pornstar!lee bodecker, dilf neighbour!andy barber, friends with benefits, happy hippie fun poly vibes
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#lea’s writing#sugar and spice au#camgirl!reader ᰔ#pornstar!reader ᰔ#bucky barnes smut#steve rogers smut#ari levinson smut#curtis everett smut#ransom drysdale smut#lloyd hansen smut#andy barber smut#lee bodecker smut#nick fowler smut#chris evans smut#sebastian stan smut
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Omg yessss😩😩😩 a mansion with hot men. I say smash to everyone
Rip pussy though😵💫
𝒊. 𝒀𝒆𝒂𝒉, 𝑱𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒐𝒘𝒏
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑫𝑬𝑽𝑰𝑳𝑺 𝑫𝑬𝑵 | 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓
𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — fem!reader × incubus!andy barber/bucky barnes/steve kemp/steve rogers/nick fowler/ari levinson/ransom drysdale/lloyd hansen
𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — all you wanted was to go on vacation but your car didn't have the same idea. Almost breaking down in the middle of nowhere you luckily made it to a house with lights. A handsome stranger and his friends offer to help you. They're devilishly handsome…or almost demon like? Something about them entrances you.
𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — nothing major yet!!! it's not violent or smutty, will pick up tho in the next chapter
𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — the first ones here! It's short but the smut ones will be longer and the next one may be a little longer depends if I add smut or how much, follow, reblog, comment!!! follow @sstanhoe-updates for updates — taglist is with conditions
After all the stress you had to endure in the past few months in your office you finally had the long-wanted vacation. Away from the loud noises of New York and over to Italy Lemon Sul Garda for ten days, but first you decided to visit an old friend of yours in New Haven and from there to Boston to fly to Europe.
You checked if you had everything before getting into your care and starting your engine, it wasn’t a too long drive to New Haven. You typed in the route into you navigation to make sure you would drive correctly.
However, you hoped you wouldn’t just stop in the middle of the road. Your car wasn’t the newest and it had a habit of driving you crazy.
The drive started out good until there was a traffic jam causing you to almost park on the highway for two hours until you were near the next exit. Finally driving off you drove and sighed in relief, the navigation quickly switched and led you over a country road where there was nothing but trees and trees.
It was an endless road and always looked the same. Now thanks to the traffic jam it would not take two and a half hours but almost five.
The road got boring, so you put your playlist, the first song that came up was Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA. A big smile spread on your face, and you started to sing along, rolling down your window letting the warm summer air flow through your hair.
“And I'm possessive, it isn't nice. You've heard me saying that smoking was my only vice!” you shouted on the top of your lungs while laughing.
All the stress from the past washed away from you, you felt free for the first time in ages. “But now it isn't true. Now everything is new,” you continued singing along. The road got emptier as time passed, the sun set, and you groaned as you noticed. You planned on getting to New Haven while it was still bright outside.
Now it would be dark when you came to New Haven, and you hated that. Shortly after the fifth song the sun was gone, and the only light were your headlights occasionally a streetlamp.
Suddenly there was a loud sound coming from the hood of your car and you slowed down unintentionally. Your face fell as you car came to a complete stop.
“No, no, no what are you doing? This can’t be happening,” you complained letting your head fall onto the steering wheel with a heavy sigh. You looked up and saw smoke coming from the hood, it made you quickly put on the hazard light and get out of the car.
Opening the hood, a huge cloud of black smoke busted out causing you to cough horribly.
“Fucking shit,” you cursed, it looked awful, and you probably needed someone to tow the car and you would need a taxi or something.
However, to even get a tow truck you needed your phone, getting it out of the car you noticed that you had no signal. Your face changed into confusion, your playlist was just playing so why wouldn’t that work?
Just then your playlist stopped as if it heard your thoughts. You looked around to see if there was anything, in the distance you thought you could make out a house.
You had no other choice but to walk there, it was too late for any car to come by, and it wasn’t like the road was very busy anyway. In the last hour you drove there was not one car coming by.
Walking down the dark, empty street an uneasy feeling climbed up your neck. You may be the only person on this street but that didn’t stop the fear.
After an exhausting fifteen minutes you finally found a house or more like a mansion, it looked beautiful. It was mostly dark, but a few rooms were still illuminated giving you a hint that someone was still awake.
Nervously you walked up to the front door and knocked while fumbling with your fingers.
The door opened and revealed a man with short brown hair, piercing blue eyes in a blue henley and dark jeans, had a broody expression on his face. “Hello?” he asked, confused looking you up and down.
“Hey, my uh car just broke down like fifteen minutes away from here and I’ve got no signal so I couldn’t call anyone. I don’t mean to intrude but uh, can you help me?” you asked softly not quite meeting his gaze.
“Yeah sure, let me just call Ari,” he turned around into the house, “Levinson! There’s a girl who needs help with her car, get ya ass down here,” he shouted making you flinch slightly.
Ari jogged down the stairs, stopped midway as he saw you. You looked gorgeous and so needy. He came back and continued towards you and Bucky, “hey there, I’m Ari nice to meet you,” he gave you a grin extending his right hand to you.
He had lighter hair than the other man but almost the same blue eyes, a full beard and longer hair, broad shoulders overall huge in contrast to the brunette he wore a light blue flannel and shorts.
Taking his hand you told him your name, your voice sounded melodic to both men.
“Let’s go Bucky,” Ari patted Bucky on the back and walked out, sending you a charming smile, “shit it’s rainin’,” he said after coming to a stop to wait for Bucky.
You didn’t even know it was raining, the door was covered. “Do you have an umbrella?” Bucky interrupted and you shook your head slightly. For the first time the brunette gave you a smile, “it’s okay, you can wait inside. Andy will keep you company, don’t worry we will find your car doll,” he promised before turning back once again, “Andy! Look after the pretty girl,” he shouted and followed after Ari.
Right then a man with the same dark hair as Bucky, just a little longer and more styled with a neat full beard walked in, he had a white dress shirt with a loosened necktie paired with dress pants.
Andy had the same reaction like Ari and Bucky, fully blown away by your beauty. Him and Bucky being the oldest in the house made them see a lot over the years but never someone like you. “I'm Andy,” he extended his hand to shake yours, you took his hand saying your name again, “my car just broke down,” you quickly added.
You were taken back by all the handsome men that lived here, you didn’t know how to act.
“Well come in I will make you a cup of tea and you can meet the rest of the guys,” Andy explained as he led you inside the house. Your eyes widened, there were more?
You followed him into the kitchen where you found another brunette, his hair was maybe as long as Andy’s but not as styled and looked like it had more volume. Unlike Andy and Ari he had a clean shaved face, even Bucky had a light stubble meaning it was still a difference to the other three. He had white shirt on with a red jacket on top that suited him perfectly and he was definitely on the hot list. “That's Brandon, but we call him Steve. We have two Steve's so to differentiate them just say Brandon,” Andy enlightened you.
Steve turned around, his reaction no different to Bucky, Ari and Andy. “Well hello, where did you come from?” he asked with a sly smirk. You are at a loss of words, too flabbergasted with the fact that you were in a house with four hot men. “Her car broke down, wanted to give her tea,” thank god Andy jumped in. He moved around the kitchen gathering the ingredients, “what kinda tea you like?” he questioned.
”Uh, I uhm like peppermint,” you said quietly not trusting your voice.
Andy gave you a reassuring smile, he liked your shyness but was also interested in seeing what else there was to you. Steve on the other hand wanted to get you out of yourself, he took your hand and guided you to sit on the kitchen island.
“Where were you headed?” Steve began asking you and leaned himself against the counter next to you. You took a shaky breath,“New Haven and then Boston to Italy.” The man's eyes widened and his lips formed into a grin, “I was in Italy once, a beautiful country.” As you were about to respond two new men walked in.
One had a mustache that looked like he came straight from a porno and shortish hair, he wore an expensive looking polo while the other man had shorter hair than Bucky but the same stubble and wore like Andy a dress shirt and pants. Both looked surprised to see you sitting on the counter.
“Just perfect! Bunny, that's Lloyd with porn stach and Nick with the Andy slash mob boss look,” Steve told you pointing at each one.
Your mouth dropped slightly open, another two men which looked hot as hell.
Before either one of them could say a word Ari and Bucky came back bearing bad news. “I'm sorry doll but that car of yours is gonna take a while, we could get a tow truck tomorrow. Do you have anywhere to be?” Bucky was the one to tell you.
“I wanted to visit my friend but I can cancel, I have this flight to Italy in four days though,” you explained to them. You had no idea what they would do, would they let you stay? You had nowhere else to go. “I think you can stay here, what do you guys think?” Ari asked out loud, stepping forward.
Lloyd as well as Nick were sure they would have no problem with you staying here and the others thought no different. That was when Lloyd remembered something, “we gotta ask Rogers, he will freak out if we don't and Drysdale too or at least tell him.” There were two more?
All of the men nodded, as if on queue there could be heard loud bickering from the next room.
Nick shook his head and walked to the door, opening it he shouted; “get in here assholes we have a meeting. Now,” the bickering stopped and in stepped a blonde man and brunette, both shaved clean and the hair as long as Andy, tall and good build. A wet dream.
“This is Y/n our guest, her car broke down and she needs a place to stay. Doll that's Ransom and Steve.”
So this was the other Steve, you looked from Bucky to the two who looked intrigued like the other seven did. “She can stay,” Ransom instantly said, causing relief to wash over you, thankful you didn't have to sleep in your car. “Yeah it's the right thing to do, we have enough guest bedrooms, I'll show you,” Steve waved at you to follow him. You quickly jumped from the kitchen island to follow him but not before Andy pressed the cup of tea into your hands. Whispering a thank you, you went after Steve.
As you were gone, Lloyd clicked his tongue against his teeth, “we're keeping here right?”
“Yes,” “definitely,” “yep,” “for sure,” “uh huh,” “'course,” all men in the room agreed with Lloyd.
“But I do wanna go to Italy,” Brandon cut in, for a moment everyone looked at him before they nodded their heads and gave their consent again.
“One thing though, do we tell her?” Andy asked, looking around. Some faces looked unsure while others thought they needed to tell you.
“I mean she will find out either way…,” Ransom brought up and got agreement in response. “Well then let's wish her a good night…separately,” groans could be heard as Andy made the announcement and got a pad on the back from Bucky.
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