#like okay sure Andie was always gorgeous right

[psalmsofpsychosis]

cosmos decided to hit me full throttle right in the bisexuality by putting Charles De Vilmorin and 63 years old Andie Macdowell on my dash. at the same time.

[dbnightingale24]

A Dream Worth Chasing

Part two to ‘You’ve Always Been My Dream’

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Okay, so I’m fucking annoyed because I just spent an hour editing all of this, just so Tumblr could fuck me over. ANYWAY, this is part two to ‘You’ve Always Been My Dream’. Thank you @fuckingbye​ for making such an amazing mood board, but also being an amazing wedding planner, and an amazing friend. I love you so much. Thank you all so much for your patience, there's so much going on right now. Okay, I hope you all enjoy it!!

Word Count: 35,640 (be proud of me please)

Warnings: SMUT (so much), MINORS DNI, Angst, Swearing, Age kink, Family drama, lying, drinking, FLUFF, Arguing, Drinking, Oral (m/ receiving) (f/ receiving), Degrade kink, Daddy kink, Unprotected sex (reader is on birth control but it’s nit mentioned), Anxiety, Lying, Cheating (I guess), and more shit I’m sure I forgot

Song(s) That Inspired This Chapter: Whatever you do, don’t tell anyone

Summary: You and Andy just can’t quit one another, so you’re both done trying. However, your new found love means that you now have friction with your best friend. How the hell are you two supposed to tell Jacob that you’re in love with one another?

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Part 1

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“Why didn’t you answer me?” Laurie asks as she makes her into the bedroom.

“I think it’s pretty obvious that I was sleeping,” Andy scoffs and you hear his feet shuffling around the bedroom.

After quickly making sure you had everything (except the panties Andy ripped off of you because he refuses to give them back), you ran into Jacob’s room just in time. Now, you have the privilege of hearing them going back and forth.

“I called you-”

“Laurie, my phone is downstairs. I don’t feel like going back and forth with you, especially when I’m just waking up, so I’m not fucking going to.”

“You spent the night with her and expect-”

“Her being in the same house as me while sleeping doesn’t mean we fucking spent the night together.”

“You had no problem telling her to stay!”

“Would you have preferred that she drive in that shit and crash into a fucking pole? You saw the same fucking storm I did, it was a shit show! It’s not her fault that Jacob didn’t show up, so leave her alone!”

“Andy-”

“She means nothing to me, Laurie. I barely fucking know her, so just drop it!” he snaps.

You know why he’s saying it, but it doesn’t stop it from hurting any less. It doesn’t help that, less than 24 hours ago, you gave yourself to him completely.

You don’t want to be mad, but you’re fucking pissed.

“I don’t mean to start an argument, Andy. I just wasn’t expecting...I did something for us,” Laurie beams.

“What?”

What?

“I booked us two tickets-”

“Don’t even finish that statement. You know I can’t just randomly take off from work-”

“We used to go on spontaneous trips all the time!”

“Things change and I can’t-”

“Hello!?” Jacob calls from downstairs, reminding you that you need to finish getting dressed.

“Hey bud!” Andy responds and you roll your eyes.

You’ve been awake for all of 20 minutes and you already have a fucking headache.

“Y/N, are you up?” Jacob asks as he knocks on the door to his bedroom, “I’ve-we’ve got news for you!”

“Jesus, are you two pregnant?” you laugh awkwardly as you open the bedroom door.

“No, not yet,” Jacob laughs “we got the place! Took longer than we wanted, but we got the place we wanted!”

“That’s amazing! Jake, I’m so damn happy for you!” you smile as you wrap him in a hug. “You too, Sarah!” you beam as you let go of him and wrap her in a hug just as tight.

As you two break apart, you can tell by the look on her face that she knows something is wrong.

“Hey, what is this I hear about you getting a place?” Andy bellows as he walks out of his bedroom with just his pajama pants on.

Gorgeous asshole.

“Yeah, we got the call last night at around...7? Sarah’s parents knew before you guys,” Jacob laughs as he goes to give Andy a hug.

“I’m so happy for the both of you!”

“Jesus Andy, what the hell happened to your back?” Laurie questions as she lightly traces her hand over his back.

It’s taking all the strength you have to not face palm yourself.

“What do you mean?” Andy asks, avoiding looking at you as if his life depends on it.

“Your back is covered in marks!”

“I mean I used that back scratch thing you got me-”

“If these are the results, never use it again,” she mutters.

“We should all go out to celebrate,” Jacob suggests and it’s obvious he just wants to get the fuck out of the house.

“Oh, I at least need to shower,” you laugh awkwardly as rub you the back of your neck.

“You can shower here!”

“I don’t wanna wear the same clothes two days in a row. How about we do dinner? That gives everyone time to get ready,” you suggest, thinking it’s the best way to end the most cringe worthy conversation you’ve ever had in your life.

“Dinner is actually a great idea! It gives your father and I enough time to set a reservation and everything,” Laurie squeals, and it pisses you off that you’ve done something to make her happy.

“Sushi?” Sarah smiles, noticing your anxious state.

“If we’re not paying, I don’t care,” Jacob laughs as he wraps his arms around her.

“Tonight is on us, I promise,” Laurie laughs as she takes Andy’s hand in hers.

You want to throw up.

“How does six sound?” you ask as you step into your Vans.

“Six is perfect!”

“Six it is,” you smile at everyone “I’m gonna head out!”

You take your time going down the steps, but the minute you’re outside, you’re practically running to your car.

What the fuck?!

How the hell did everything go so wrong so fast? One minute you’re in heaven with the man of your dreams, the next you’re listening to him lie to his wife about how you mean nothing to him.

Fucking alcohol.

The entire drive back to your place, your phone won’t stop buzzing and you know it’s Andy. You know you shouldn’t be mad at him, and you know he didn’t mean it, but that doesn’t stop the stinging those words left. By the time you’re back at your place, your headache has evolved into a migraine. You finally look at your phone and you have eight unread texts from Andy and two from Sarah.

Babydoll: Okay, what the fuck was that about?

Babydoll: I knew it! I fucking knew it! I knew you two were gonna fuck last night!

Y/N: Please don’t say anything to Jake.

Babydoll: What the fuck happened?!

Y/N: Sleepover tonight? I need a minute to fucking decompress because what the fuck?!

Babydoll: WHAT THE FUCK?!

Y/N: Ugh, we’ll talk about it tonight, just...idk, act normal.

Babydoll: I swear to fuck, you two.

Y/N: Imagine how the fuck I feel.

You take a deep breath before getting out of your conversation with Sarah, and tapping on the text conversation between you and Andy.

My Heart: I am so fucking sorry, sweetheart.

My Heart: It hurt me to say it, but you know I didn’t mean it.

My Heart: Nothing has changed. I love you so much and I want nothing more than to be with you. I will be with you, I promise.

My Heart: Honey, please don’t be mad at me. I just fucking panicked.

My Heart: Just call me when you’re home, okay? Or let me know, and I’ll come over.

My Heart: I just don’t want this to be over as quickly as it started.

My Heart: You know you mean the world to me, please don’t take it to heart.

My Heart: I love you.

Y/N: I can’t talk to you right now, Andy.

My Heart: Please, just call me or let me see you. I don’t want our first argument to be about this.

Y/N: Andy, I can’t fucking do this right now.

My Heart: Well, when can you?

Y/N: I don’t fucking know, Andy! I’m not the one who said that you mean nothing to me!

My Heart: Please, even if it’s just for a moment, just let me plead my case in person!

Y/N: I really just can’t fucking do this right now. I need to lay down and I need to think.

My Heart: Please don’t change your mind, sweetheart. There’s so much that you still just don’t know yet.

Y/N: I’ll see you later, Andy.

You plop down on your bed and try to calm your emotions, but you can’t. You really shouldn’t be mad at him, because what else was he supposed to do? If Jacob wasn’t in the picture, you’re more than sure he would’ve been fine with telling Laurie the truth, but the fact of the matter is that you both would never want for Jacob to find out that way.

Still, he didn’t have to say that.

You know he feels terrible and he probably felt guilty right after he said it, but it still hurt. The one person who means the world to you and made you feel like the center of his universe, said out loud that you mean nothing to him. Yeah, it was a lie, but it still hurt like a bitch. In that moment, it felt like he was treating you like everyone else in your life had. Your parents, your so called “friends”, all of the guys you had dated...trauma is a son of a bitch.

As you toss and turn, trying to find some peace of mind and get some rest, your mind can’t stop going over last night. The more you keep trying to tell yourself that it was just sex, the more you know it’s all bullshit. No, it wasn’t traditional love making, but you felt his passion in every thrust. You felt his desire in every kiss, you saw the love in his eyes, and you felt care in his every touch.

Andy wasn’t trying to play you for a fool, and you know that in your heart of hearts, Andy’s love for you is just as genuine as yours is for his. So why can’t you just get the fuck over it? You know he didn’t mean it, so why isn’t it enough to just let it go and pretend you didn’t hear it?

Because he’s everything to you.

Nonetheless, by the time five o’clock rolls around, you’re dragging your feet about getting ready. You take the longest shower you’ve probably ever taken in your life, and you take your time picking out your outfit. Yeah, Andy’s sorry and feels like shit, but you still decide that torturing him all through dinner is your best move. It’s getting closer to summer, so the weather is nice enough that you can dress in something that’ll make him salivate.

You decide on one of your more flirty white crop tops, and your light blue denim jean shorts that hug your ass perfectly. Seeing as you just got a mani and a pedi last week, it’s only fair that you wear your favorite pair of open toed white sandals. Yes, it’s petty and unnecessary, but if he’s going to pretend that you mean nothing to him, why shouldn’t you pretend that he means nothing to you?

It’s childish, but fuck all if you aren’t tired of being made to feel like shit by those who mean the most to you.

You park right next to Laurie’s car when you pull up to the restaurant and fight the urge to key her car when you get out, telling yourself that would be taking it too far and she isn’t worth it.

“I love that shirt!” Sarah beams as you make your way over to the table where everyone is seated.

Andy looks up at you and almost chokes on his drink.

Good.

“I figured I’d finally pull something out of my closet that’s appropriate for the season. The weather is finally nice enough,” you chuckle as you take a seat, “did I miss anything?”

“The waitress took drink orders, so I got you a whiskey neat,” Jake shrugs, not even bothering to look up from his menu.

“You know me so well. So, tell me all about the new place!”

“It’s gorgeous!” Sarah squeals. “It’s a two bedroom, it’s not far from where Jacob is gonna start working after graduation, it’s only 20 minutes from my job, it’s not far from you at all, and it feels like home as soon as you step inside! You’re gonna help us move in, right?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t miss it!”

“You sure you won’t get cold in that shirt?” Laurie asks with a small laugh, but the look in her eyes lets you know that she’s pissed.

“Well, it’s 72 degrees outside, so I think I’ll be okay,” you smile softly.

“Leave her alone, Laurie. She’s a gorgeous young woman, let her take advantage of the nice weather. Especially after that shit show of a storm we had last night.”

Now it was Sarah’s the one chocking on her drink.

“Yeah, what the hell was that? That was insane!” Jacob laughs incredulously, completely oblivious to the tension.

As usual.

“I owe you a new bottle of whiskey,” you laugh, looking down at your menu, realizing that you don’t have a clue as to what you’re gonna eat.

“No, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“It’s really not a big deal. You didn’t know it was gonna happen. Besides, I had fun,” you smirk, and you see Sarah’s eyes go wide from the corner of your eye.

“What did you get into?” Laurie questions, trying to hide the alarm in her tone.

“Played some of Jacob’s games, watched some movies on TCM, and had small talk with Mr. Barber when I went downstairs to get myself another drink.”

“Oh? What about?”

“What it’s like to be satisfied after living a life where you haven’t been.”

“What are you satisfied about?”

“Work is finally going the way I want it to,” you lie with a pleasant smile, before looking up at Laurie.

“Has anyone been able to figure out what they want? Everything sounds amazing and I love sushi too much,” Sarah laughs awkwardly, and the look on Andy’s face lets you know that he’s trying his best to contain his amused his smirk.

“I’m pretty sure I know what I’m getting. Y/N?” Jacob questions looking over to you.

“Well, I’m definitely gonna have the pork goyza for for my appetizer, but I’m on the fence about what I want as my main course.”

“What are you stuck between?” Andy asks with a smile that makes you weak.

“The spicy salmon maki and the tempura maki.”

“I’m having the same issue,” he chuckles.

“How about I get the spicy salmon, you get the tempura maki, and we’ll split it?”

“Sounds good.”

“Hey, hey, hey,” Jacob interrupts “you’re my splitting food buddy!”

“We can still split fried handmade spring rolls.”

“Alright, then you and my dad can split whatever, I don’t care,” he smiles as he closes the menu and you shake your head. “How about you mom?”

“How about me what?” she smiles, finally turning her attention from you to Jacob.

“What are you gonna get?”

“Oh, pad thai. As always,” she shrugs.

As the evening goes on, you truly wonder how Jacob has no clue what’s going on. Laurie glares at you on and off, Andy is doing all he can not to look at you, Sarah is doing her best to pretend she doesn’t have a clue as to why there’s so much tension, you barely look at Andy or Laurie, and then there’s Jacob.

So completely ignorant to everything that’s going on, and you envy him so much. They really weren’t lying when they said that ignorance is bliss. However, this also makes you wonder how the hell you’re gonna tell him about you and Andy.

Is there even anything to tell?

Of course there is. It’s one argument and Andy didn’t even mean it. But still. Can he handle it? Can you handle it? Your heart has never burned for anyone before, and Andy is all you’ve ever wanted and more, but will he still want you once everything comes out? Will he be willing and ready to to handle the shit show that’s bound to take place when Laurie loses her shit? Is he ready to argue with Jacob? Handle Jacob not wanting to talk to him?

Will he still truly love you?

By the time everyone is finished with dinner, you have a migraine.

“Can we get separate checks?” you ask the waitress as she comes to collect the empty plates.

“Oh no! This is on Andy and myself!” Laurie exclaims with a false smile.

The last thing you want is a fucking handout from Laurie Barber.

God, it fucking sucks that they still share a last name.

“No, it’s perfectly fine. This was to celebrate Sarah and Jacob. I’m fine to cover my end,” you smile at her before turning your attention to the waitress, “my drinks and what I ordered can go on a separate bill.”

She only smiles and nods before walking off.

“I feel awful,” Laurie chuckles.

“It’s perfectly fine. I got a raise, so it’s actually affordable.”

“You got a raise?!” Jacob exclaims.

“It’s a recent development.”

“Why do I feel like I never know what’s going on in your life?”

“Because I never know what’s going in my life.”

“Anything else I should know about?” he asks with a small laugh.

Oh Jacob, there’s so much more you need to know.

“I think we’re all caught up,” you lie with a plastic smile as the waitress returns with the checks.

You’ve never been more excited to get out a place so fast.

“Alright, we’re moving the beginning of next month, you sure you’ll be able to help out?” Jacob asks as all of you stand in front of your car.

“I don’t care if I just have to pull a no-call/no-show, I’m going to be there. This is a huge step and I’m more than happy to be there for you!”

“You’re the best friend I could ever ask for,” Jacob smiles as he engulfs you in a tight hug.

You hate keeping all of this a secret from him.

“I’ll text you all of the information later, okay?”

“Sounds good to me,” you smile at him as you force yourself to hold back tears.

You’ve never lied to Jacob, and a lie this big feels like the worst betrayal in the world. But how do you tell him? How do you make him understand?

You get into your car and quickly start it before almost speeding off. The entire drive you’re at war with yourself, because for as terrible as you feel, it’s not enough to make you want to stop. It’s not enough to pull you away from Andy. It’s not enough to convince you that all of this is a bad idea. In fact, you’re not sure if anything is capable of making you feel that way. Andy has been the center of your universe since you two spent that night eating ice cream on the hood of his car, and it’s only grown over time. For as much as you’re terrified of what’s to come, it’s not enough to make you quit on the both of you.

It’s not enough to make you stop loving him.

The second you step foot back inside your apartment, you kick off your shoes and make yourself a drink.Yes, they’re better ways to handle the situation, but you aren’t interested in any of that right now. You just want Andy and you want to be numb.

You’re alone for an hour before you hear, “bitch, open up! We gotta talk!”

You can’t help but giggle as you make your way over to the door and open it, “took you long enough.”

“What the fuck was that?!” Sarah exclaims as she makes her way inside your apartment. “You two are insanely cute, but in front of Laurie?! What the fuck?!”

“I don’t understand what the hell that was either.”

“Okay, lets rewind. What the hell happened last night?” Sarah asks as she makes her own drink.

“Well, when I got there yesterday, I saw Andy’s car but no one answered when I called out, so I assumed I was alone. When I woke up and discovered that not only was I not seeing you and Jacob, but also wouldn’t be able to leave, I put on Jacob’s hoodie, and finished off his whiskey. I wanted to get drunk so I could go to bed, so I went downstairs, without pants, to steal a bottle.”

“Ah shit.”

“And guess who was sitting in the dark, drunk, and watching the Turner Classic Movies channel?”

“Jacob said Mr. Barber’s been into black and white films a lot lately. Wait, why weren’t you wearing pants?”

“I thought I was alone and don’t like sleeping in pants when I’m alone.”

“That’s fair, so what happened?”

“He asked why I came downstairs and I told him that I was gonna grab a glass and a bottle of something to drink, and he told me to grab a glass and have a seat with him.”

“You didn’t think to put on pants?”

“When I said I would, he told me it’s nothing he hasn’t seen before.”

“Come again?!”

You sigh as you get up, going into your bedroom and grabbing the picture  he gifted you on Christmas,

“He came by on Christmas and left this and a key chain gifted in front of my door. When he was back in his car, he called me and we talked for a bit. I sat in my window sill,” you nod over to the window, “and I wasn’t wearing any pants. Nothing had happened at that point.”

“When did you two take this photo? You both look so happy,” she smiles softly.

“We used to go on late night drives together. When he couldn’t sleep, he would pick me up and we’d hangout. Sometimes we’d just drive around and talk, other times we’d get food. That was a selfie I took of us the first time we hung out. We got ice cream at 2am and stayed up till the sun came up. That was the night I realized that I’m in love with him,” you finish in almost a whisper as you tear a little.

“Y/N-”

“Anyway,” you interrupt as you clear your throat “that’s what he meant. I grabbed a glass and sat down next to him and he vented. Apparently, Laurie had a full blown affair the first time she cheated. The guy would buy her flowers, take her on dates, get them hotel rooms, they fucked quite a lot...it was a whole thing. However, when she came clean to Andy, he forgave her cause he wanted to make it work. Then, a few months ago, maybe a year at this point I’m not too sure, she cheated again because he didn’t answer his phone and she got all pissy. So, that’s why he started yelling about a divorce that night you told me Jacob told you about-”

“Hold the fuck up! She did what?! And she’s treating you like shit?! You and Mr. Barber?! JACOB DOESN’T EVEN KNOW ABOUT THIS BECAUSE BOTH OF YOU ARE WAY NICER THAN SHE DESERVES, BUT SHE’S GONNA GIVE YOU BOTH A HARD TIME?! WHAT THE FUCK?!”

“Yeah, that’s only part of what I’m feeling,” you scoff, finishing off your drink and pouring yourself another. “So, I started to tell him that I was sorry and he told me I had no reason to be sorry. He told me how much he loves me, how much he wants to be with me and he doesn’t understand why we can’t be...when I went to tell me to stop, he told me to get on his lap...I couldn’t have stayed away if I had tried. It doesn’t help that I’ve craved nothing but his touch since the last time we made out-”

“Back the fuck up, you two did what now?!”

“The night I bailed on you guys because I was fed up with my day, I went to a club and Andy was there with his friends, because Laurie wanted him out of the house since I was supposed to be there. He begged me to let him take me home, because he couldn’t stand to see me leave with another man. We got to my place, things were said, he brought me upstairs and as he was about to leave, I grabbed him and kissed him. We made out for all of 5 minutes before he stopped it. He felt bad because I was drunk and he said it felt like he was taking advantage of me.”

“You kissed him!”

“That’s what I said, but he said it didn’t matter. Anyway, last night...we fucked around a little on the sofa, then we went upstairs and into his bedroom and...,” you trail off and a small smile comes to your face at the memory.

“Okay, I know I shouldn’t ask because he’s my boyfriend’s dad, but you gotta tell me,” she giggles and you burst out laughing.

“Not exaggerating, the best I’ve ever had. I swear to God, that man worked my body like a fucking fiddle! He’s not selfish, he’s skilled with every part of his body, he takes his time....last night was a fucking dream, and after...he was so fucking sweet and gentle. He was reassuring and held me so close, like he was afraid I wouldn’t be there in the morning.”

“That’s so fucking sweet,” Sarah smiles, curling her legs up on the sofa.

“It was, then morning came,” you scowled.

“What happened this morning?”

“Well, he woke me up and got me all worked up, and we had just started when Laurie came home. I’ve never gotten of bed so fucking fast in my life. I ran across the hall naked, holding onto Jacob’s hoodie and my bra as if my life depended on it and-”

“What about your panties?!”

“I didn’t get those back,” you chuckle with a smirk.

“I swear to God, you two are meant for each other,” she laughs and you laugh softly with her.

“So, I get to Jacob’s room and start getting dressed fast as fuck, because for whatever reason, I was afraid she’d walk in. Anyway, she gets upstairs and starts laying into Andy about why he didn’t answer his phone, why did he let me stay over, why he’s naked, and she wouldn’t let up. Eventually, Andy got fed up and said that I mean nothing to him and she needs to drop it.”

“I mean, I get why he said it, but he definitely could’ve said something else.”

“My fucking sentiments exactly. I guess tonight he was trying to show me how sorry he truly was, and of course, Jacob was completely oblivious to all of it. I just don’t know.”

“Babe, I know it hurt, but we both know he didn’t mean it.”

“It’s just triggering, because it’s always me that ends up getting hurt. I know Andy isn’t a bad guy, and I know he’d never purposely hurt me, but the fear is still there and hearing him say that...it just triggered all of my insecurities and fears. Will he love me enough to stay if Jacob gets mad about us? Will he stay when Laurie gets mad and turns the town against us? Will he be ashamed when the town turns up their noses up at us? Yeah, he says no, but a lot of people have told me a lot of things,” you sniffle as you dry your eyes.

“Oh sweetie,” Sarah sighs as she moves closer to you and wraps you in a tight hug, “this isn’t anything like those other times. He’s not your parents, he’s not Mr. Fucking Matthews, and he isn’t like any of those other assholes you dated.”

“I just don’t know,” you sob.

“It’s gonna be okay, babe. You’ll see,” she promises gently as she strokes your back.

Sarah’s words roll around in your head as she tries to calm you down, and you know she’s making perfectly good sense, but everything happened so fast today...you just can’t quiet the fear.

As you cry into Sarah’s shoulder, you wonder if the fear will ever pass or if it’ll live loudly inside of you forever.

You wonder if you’ll ever feel like you’re good enough for Andy Barber.

Andy’s P.O.V

“She’s gorgeous, Andy? Really? You didn’t even try and hide the fact that you were flirting with her!” Laurie barks as I take some clothes out of my drawer.

“You believe whatever you want, I truly don’t give a damn.”

“And you said nothing happened last night! I wouldn’t count a fucking conversation as nothing!”

“I suppose I could’ve taken her to a hotel, fucked her all night, come creeping back in early in the morning, then lie to your face about where I’ve been all night!”

“Andy, it’s like you two were on your own little date!”

“I can’t help the fact that you hate her, Laurie. That’s something you need to work out in your own time,” I sigh, fed up with lying.

I don’t want to hide you, or us. I don’t want to say things that’ll hurt you or draw attention to us, I sure as shit don’t wanna sneak around, and I don’t ever want to make you feel less than.

How could I fucking say that?

‘She means nothing to me.’

Of all the fucking things to say, I had to go and say that. You’re good at masking your facial features, but your eyes said it all: my words cut you right to your core. You didn’t even want to talk to me, and I can’t find any fault with that. After so many other people have said one thing and done another, I had to go and sound like another asshole.

Fuck, everything was so perfect, then fucked up almost instantly. Fucked up because of my inability to think fast, which is saying something, cause I’m a fucking lawyer.

“Are you even listening to me, Andy?” Laurie sighs, putting her hands on her hips.

“No. Listen, I don’t feel like doing this tonight, so I’m not going to.”

“Andy, please-”

“Laurie, I’m gonna be out late and I’ll be sleeping on the sofa when I get back. I’m gonna start packing tomorrow. Make this easier for the both of us and just sign the damn papers. I don’t know how much longer I can keep doing this with you.”

“There’s still so much more-”

“There’s nothing left for us, Laurie. Do whatever you need to, to deal with that, but you do need to finally accept and deal with it.”

I hear her breakdown and start to cry as I turn to leave, and while I feel bad for being so blunt with her, I don’t know how else to approach this anymore. I’m through with keeping you on the sidelines, and I’m done trying to keep Laurie happy.

You are my main concern now. You are the only one I’m concerned with keeping happy, and I’m ready to do whatever I need to do to prove it to you.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“How have I never heard this album before?” Sarah asks, drink in hand, as she drunkenly dances around to ‘Tony Adams’ by Joe Strummer and the Mescaleros.

“You can’t always be cooler than me,” you tease before getting up, grabbing your cup, and making your way into your kitchen, “do we wanna eat?”

“When don’t we wanna eat?” she laughs.

“That’s a very good point,” you murmur, opening the door and seeing what you have available to you. “How about-”

You’re interrupted by a knock on door.

“Probably Jacob feeling left out,” you giggle to yourself as you open your door. “Oh.”

Andy doesn’t say a word, he just wraps his arms around you, pulls you close, and kisses you like he hasn’t seen you in decades. Your only response is to wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back.

For as hurt as you are, you’ll never turn down a soul stirring kiss from Andy. Whether that’s a good or bad thing, you’re not sure yet, but right now, you just don’t care.

“You’re drunk again,” Andy breathes once you two break apart.

“I told you I have a tendency to drink too much at times,” you mumble, still in a daze from his kiss.

“I don’t like you drinking to solve your problems. Especially when you’re alone.”

“Oh, I’m not alone,” you laugh softly, moving your head to the side so he can see Sarah standing in your living area.

“Hey there, Mr. Barber,” she chuckles.

“Oh...hey, Sarah,” he greets awkwardly and you can’t help but laugh.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go watch YouTube videos in Y/N’s room. You two lovebirds workout whatever is wrong,” she hums before practically running to your bedroom and closing the door behind her.

“I’m sorry.”

“Andy-”

“No, you don’t know how much I regretted it as soon as I said it. I didn’t mean a word of it. You mean everything and I’m so sorry I hurt you like that.”

“It’s fine.”

“No it’s not, so don’t pretend that it is. Don’t lie to me.”

“She’s your wife,” you scoff as you let him go.

“Don’t. Don’t act like it’s something I want.”

“She still hasn’t signed. Lets move you out of the doorway, I don’t need anyone seeing me be a man stealing whore,” you mutter, breaking out of his hold and stepping to the side so he can come in.

“Should I just come back when you’re sober?”

“You should come back when you’re divorced.”

“Honey, there’s just so much more you don’t know.”

“Did she sign the papers?”

“Honey-”

“Did she sign the fucking papers, Andy?!” you snap, slamming your hand down on the kitchen island.

“I’m trying.”

“Okay.”

“I want to be with you! I want to be out in the open with you! Give me the okay and I’ll go back to that house right now and tell her everything! I’ll tell her that I’ve been in love with you since I helped you move into this loft, I’ll tell her that we made love last night, I’ll tell her that I’ve never felt so strongly as for anyone as I do for you! Give me the okay and I’ll do it!”

“You can just do that to Jacob?”

“He’s an adult-”

“He’s your son!”

“He’ll get over it!”

“Why are you here?!”

“Because I love you! I am so in love with you and I...last night, I wasn’t saying a bunch of words to get you into bed. I meant everything-”

“But your first thought to respond with was ‘she means nothing to me’?”

“I panicked!”

“Andy, I love you, but I really don’t have the energy to jerked around-”

“We can do this. It’s messy and it’s fucked up, but we’ll figure out a way to tell Jacob and we’ll be together. I told you, I don’t give a fuck about what anyone in this town has to say and I don’t give a fuck how Laurie feels. I just want you, sweetheart. I told you that you’ve always been my dream and that wasn’t bullshit. You’re a dream worth chasing and I’m gonna chase you until we’re a reality.”

“Andy...”

“I love you, Y/N. I’ll do everything in my power to prove to you that this is real.”

“You can’t stay here tonight,” you sniffle, trying to hide your tears, “Sarah’s staying here.”

“I had a feeling,” he laughs “lets do lunch tomorrow?”

“We’ll figure-”

“Y/N, I know you and Sarah are having girl’s night or whatever, but I need to talk to you!” Jacob calls from the other side of your door.

“For fucks sake, is my place just the place to be tonight?!” you mutter furiously as Andy chuckles softly and Sarah runs out of your bedroom.

“Time for us to trade places, bud,” Sarah awkwardly smiles as she ushers Andy into your bedroom.

“Where’s your key?” you question, trying to sound as normal as possible, getting yourself together.

“I don’t know, it was on my nightstand and now it isn’t, can you open up?”

“Babe, give us a second, you’re catching us mid-concert,” Sarah responds with a faux laugh, looking at you with concerned eyes.

You give her a small nod as she draws a deep breath before opening the door.

“Someone’s impatient,” she chuckles as she steps aside, letting him in.

“I don’t mean to be a dick, and I tried to wait, but I just needed to talk about it. Was tonight weird to anyone besides me?”

“Weird how?” you ask while making him a drink.

“My parents were more socially awkward than usual. My dad calling you gorgeous? What the fuck was that?”

“Why was that weird?”

“Don’t start that. You know you looked great, but my dad isn’t like every other old pervert in this town.”

“Your dad isn’t old, Jacob,” you scowl as you grab your glass, pouring yourself a drink.

“I know guys his age are more your style, but to me, he’s old. Plus, he and my mom got into a pretty loud screaming match before he stormed out.”

“What about?”

“I don’t know, I sat out on the porch and drank a beer. I think all of this is starting to take a toll on my him,” he huffs as he takes a seat at the kitchen island, sipping on his drink.

“I’m sure he’s doing his best to sort things out,” you sigh as you sit across from him.

“Should I say something to him?”

“Have you spoken to him at all about how you feel?”

“No. He’s been so calm and collected about all of this, but he went out of his way to hurt my mom tonight and that’s not him at all. I’ll talk to both of them separately.”

“How did he go out of his way to hurt her?”

“The comment about you being gorgeous, you two bonding over fucking food, the little jokes.”

“Why does that mean he went out of his way to hurt her? Andy and I just have a lot in common!”

“Andy?”

“Jacob, it’s late and I’ve been drinking. I’m not about to be formal every five seconds, it’s just us three.”

“You don’t think it was a little weird?”

“I mean, I think your dad is hot, so no,” you shrug as Sarah chokes on her drink.

“You know what you don’t need to tell me?”

“You asked.”

“That’s the last thing I need; my dad having a mental fucking breakdown and start dating someone my age.”

“I’ll drop off an application.”

“Please stop,” he groans as he lays his head on the table.

“Well Jacob, what exactly are you expecting him to do? Get divorced and be alone for the rest of his life?”

“No, I just...I’ve been thinking about it a lot these past few days. I want them to divorce, it’ll be best for him, but I don’t...it’s always been the three of us. Whether it was healthy or not, it’s the only family I’ve known, and we’ve been through hell and back. I don’t know if I’ll ever accept either of them having anyone else in their lives, but I want him to be happy. I want them both to be happy,” he finishes with a heavy sigh.

How the hell are you and Andy supposed to tell him now?

“If he settled down with someone younger, would it really be so bad?” you ask timidly, terrified of the answer.

“It wouldn’t be my first or second choice, but it wouldn’t be awful. If he’s truly happy, I won’t care,” he mutters softly with a frustrated sigh, finishing off his drink.

You force yourself to swallow down the lump in your throat. You blink away tears trying to accept that if you pursue a relationship with Andy, it may be the end of your friendship with Jacob.

“Guess we’ll just have to see how it all plays out,” you shrug with a meager smile.

“What should I even start off with?”

“Just tell them how you feel, separately, of course.Yeah, you’re moving out, but they’re still your parents, and it’s taking a toll on you. You can tell it’s taking a toll on them. You need them to get it together.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

He takes a deep breath before rubbing the back of his neck and standing up. You can feel the heaviness he’s trying to ignore, and you’re torn because you don’t want to cause him anymore stress and frustration; but you just love Andy so damn much.

Why does all of this have to be so damn complicated?

“I’ll let you guys get back to your night, keep an eye on her,” Jacob chuckles with a nod towards Sarah, who flips him off in return. “I love you both, talk to you later.”

You start crying the second he’s out the door.

“He’ll come around,” Andy coos softly as he steps out of your room.

“He’s gonna fucking hate me!”

“No, he’s really not,” Sarah tries to reassure you, occupying the seat that Jacob was in. “He’ll throw a hissy fit, probably won’t talk to you for a month or two, and then he’ll apologize and ask to talk it out. He’s emotional, not a complete idiot.”

“You both heard him! He said-”

“He said as long as I’m truly happy, he’ll accept it. Listen to me, honey,” Andy starts, gently pulling you out of your seat and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you close. “This isn’t a breakdown or some sort of crisis. I love you. I am so insanely in love with you to the point that it terrifies me because I’ve never felt this way about anyone. I don’t want to fuck this up, I don’t want you to get hurt, and I don’t want you to quit on us. We both did our best to avoid this, but it was pointless because look where we are. I’m so happy when I’m with you, and for once, life makes sense. You are worth everything to me and I will be with you. It won’t be a secret and it’ll work out fine.”

“Jacob-”

“I’ll deal with Jake, don’t worry about it. I’ll figure out a way to get Laurie to sign those damn papers, and then I’ll tell him-”

“We’re in this together, Andy. We’ll tell him together. If we’re gonna do this, really do this, we should do it together.”

“Are you sure?”

“I can’t leave you to face all the hard shit alone. That’s not how relationships work, well not how a healthy one works. I wanna be all in with you. Even the hard stuff.”

“You two,” Sarah whispers with a grin as her eyes start to water.

“Shut up,” you scoff, drying your own eyes.

“Sarah, I’m sorry you’re in the middle of all this-”

“It’s fine, Mr. Barber. You both deserve a win and I’m happy you two have each other. I’m more than happy to keep my mouth shut until you guys figure it out.”

“Thank you,” Andy smiles with a nod before turning his attention to you. “Are you okay?”

“No.”

“Honey-”

“It’s just going to take some adjusting. All of this is about to get a lot harder before it gets easier and...not every day is going to be amazing. It is what it is, whatever.”

“Don’t make plans next weekend, okay?”

“What? Why not?”

“Just trust me. Please don’t make any plans.”

“Well...okay then.”

“I’m gonna get out of here, I love you, Y/N. I love you so much. Please...don’t change your mind, okay?”

“We’re in it now, so where else is there to go?” you chuckle softly. “I love you too, Andy. Let me know when you’re safe.”

“I always do,” he smiles before kissing your forehead.

He nods towards Sarah before turning and making his way out. Just like that, you feel alone all over again.

“I know I probably shouldn’t be rooting for you two, but you two are just so fucking cute!”

“Sarah,” you scowl and laugh as you get up to make yourself another drink.

“Okay, I gotta ask, what’s the draw? Obviously, it’s not lost on anyone that he’s fucking fine, but what makes him worth...everything?”

“I’m safe with him,” you shrug. “When I’m with Andy, I’m home. My brain never shuts off and it’s always so fucking loud, but with Andy...I’m so calm. Nothing is scary, stressful, or tiring. When I’m with him, I just feel light. Yeah, the one time we had sex was amazing, but it’s so much more than a physical desire. It always has been. We’ve been on so many car rides, had so many conversations, helped each other cope with so much...he just knows me. He gets me, ya know? He’s my home.”

“God, I’m so fucking jealous of you,” she scoffs as she scarfs down her drink.

“What? Why?”

“I want Jacob to feel the same way about me. I want us to have what you and Andy have.”

“Sarah, stop it. You know Jacob is head over heels-”

“I own half his heart, babe,” she smiles softly, getting up and making her way over to the counter to make another drink.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on. You can’t tell me that you don’t know.”

“Sarah, what the fuck are you talking about?”

“Jacob is in love with you.”

“Stop it! That’s horseshit and you know it!”    

“Do you know how many times I’ve tried to talk myself into believing that? It’s infuriating at times, because I know you have no interest in him, but I see it in him. I see it, how he looks at you, the way he always comes to you for council; like he did tonight-”

“Sarah, there is no one on this planet that Jacob loves more than you. Jacob loves me, but he’s not in love with me.”

“You really are as pure they come,” she chuckles softly, shaking her head.

“What are you talking about?”

“Y/N, I don’t blame you or like, hate you. There was a point in time when I abandoned Jacob, and we basically broke up. Then, when you came into his life, you just trusted him completely. You were always there for him.”

“Sarah-”

“It’s fine,” she smiles sheepishly, trying to ignore her tears, “you don’t want him at all, so why should I be mad?

“Sarah, you’re drunk and-”

“Trust me, I’ve thought about this a lot,” she laughs humorlessly, “this has nothing to do with me drinking.”

“Is this why you want me with Andy so bad?”

“God no,” she scoffs before taking a sip of her drink, “if anything, it’ll make it worse, but you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy and so will Andy. I don’t tell you that you’re my best friend to make you smile, I say it because you really are my best friend. I want you to succeed, I want you to be happy, and I want things to work out in your favor. I’ve seen all the hurt you’ve gone through and I want better for you.”

“Sarah...why do you-”

“Stay with Jacob? Because I love him,” she states as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “He’s never going to cheat on me with you and you’d never let him. He’ll get over it at some point.”

“This isn’t fair or right. I’m ruining everyone’s life.”

“You’re not ruining shit. What’s wrong between Andy and Laurie is on her, and there’s nothing wrong between Jake and I. In all honesty, I don’t even think he knows. That’s part of the reason I didn’t want to meet you in high school,” she laughs, taking a long sip of her drink. “I knew he had a thing for you, but we were trying to work things out. We always joked about being the old couple that were once childhood sweethearts. I was terrified of meeting you, because I was terrified of seeing the person who would take him away from me, but then I met you,” she laughs. “It was so evident how much you weren’t into him.You made it so easy to love you and get to know you, and honestly? I get it. The way you describe Andy? That’s how you make everyone else feel. You don’t understand how much of yourself you give to people. Even if it’s just for a moment, you make people feel like they’re safe, like they have a home. It’s not hard at all too see why Andy is so in love with you.”

You’re thoughtful before you speak: “Sarah, can I ask you something?”

“You can ask me anything.”

“What did you and Andy talk about at the Christmas party?”

“I was wondering if you’d ever ask,” she chuckles. “We talked about you and the relationship you two could have. He’s so fucking in love with you. He  said that the only reason he hadn’t made a move was because he wanted you to be as happy as you made him. I told him that he can do that by being with you, but he shook his head. He insisted that you two being together would only complicate your life more, but he wanted nothing more than to be with you. I told him that he’s the piece of your life that’s been missing and he said you’d be happier with someone else, that he didn’t want to weigh you down. So, I asked him why he was willing to suffer if he knew you felt the same way  he did.”

“And?”

“He said he’d be willing to take on all of the pain and suffering in the world if it meant you’d be happy,” she smiles softly.

“Fuck!”

“Y/N-”

“Sarah...you don’t get it. Before I met Andy, I didn’t even feel like I could breathe. Last night, it was all so simple because there was no Laurie and Jacob. No thought of them.We were in our own little world and we were happy. It was peaceful, full of love, happiness, and for once, my life wasn’t a complete shit show. He’s been trying so hard to get her to sign the fucking papers...there were times I completely forgot about Jake. How shitty does that make me? I didn’t think about my own best fucking friend!”

“Babe, you’ve spent the better part of your young adult life looking out for Jake. When it comes to love, you’re allowed to be selfish.”

“Sarah, what the fuck am I gonna do?” you sob as your phone buzzes.

You’re quick to take it out and check, and a smile is instantly painted on your face when you see that it’s Andy.

My Heart: Had to stop to pick up a few things for this weekend, but I’m safe. I love you so much, honey. Counting down the seconds until I can see you again, because I miss the fuck out of you. The day we start living together is gonna be the best fucking day. Please don’t drink too much, okay? We’re gonna figure all this shit out. I love you.

“Sarah, I can’t quit him and I don’t want to.”

“Then don’t,” she smiles at you reassuringly, “fight like hell to make it work.”

As you and Sarah go back to drinking and dancing the night away, one thought is clearer in your mind than it’s ever been: you and Andy are meant to be with one another. By no means will any of it be easy, but you’re more than ready to fight like hell for the love of your life.

You’re more than ready to fight like hell for Andy Barber.

**

Laurie’s P.O.V.

“Andy, can you stop packing for five fucking minutes?!” I sob as he continues to load his clothes into his duffle bag.

“Laurie, I’ve told you multiple times that I’m done, and you won’t fucking hear it. I don’t know what else to do,” he shrugs, a look of pure indifference on his face.

“Andy-”

“You’re the one that cheated. Without saying it out loud, you decided that you don’t want this anymore. You don’t want us. So, I’m moving on. I’ve moved on!”

“Andy, no. You think you’ve moved on, but you’re just-”

“Laurie, I don’t love you. I have no desire to work this out, and I never will again. Please, just let it go and sign the goddamn papers!”

“You just need time,” I sob as he throws up his hands and scowls.

That’s what he used to say to me all the time, and it always worked like a charm; he could always bring me back. However, now? It seems like a lie. I’ve been using the same line for practically a year, and for what? The more I say it, the less he wants me.

Maybe that’s the difference. He was fighting for someone who he truly loved, and somewhere deep inside, I loved him back. Now? I’ve pushed him away so much that he truly is finished with all of this, but now I finally wanna come back.

I finally see what’s worth fighting for.

“Where are you even living now?”

“It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I’m gone for good, and you need to sign the damn papers.”

“You don’t need to be so cold!”

“That seems to be the only way that you’ll respond,” he huffs before closing his bag. “Laurie, at one point, we were lovers and best friends. We have Jacob. I don’t want this to get ugly, so please don’t let it get to that point. He’s moving out, we both know he���s gonna propose to Sarah sooner or later, and you and I both know that we’ve run our course. You can have the house, the cars, you can paint me as the bad guy. I truly don’t care. Please, just let me go.”

“Andy, please, lets just go away-”

“I don’t want to go away!” he finally snaps, causing me to jump just a bit.

Hes never been this way with me.

“Laurie,” he sighs dropping his bag, clearly frustrated and worn out “don’t make me be this guy. The angry husband who has to be an asshole. I don’t want to hurt you, I don’t want to upset you, and I don’t want either of us to hate each other. After all is said and done, I still want us to at least be able to have some sort of healthy relationship. It doesn’t have to be something fueled by hate and anger, it can be amicable. I don’t hate you, Laurie, I just don’t love you anymore,” he sighs before picking up his bag. “Think about it, I’ll see you in a few days.”

As he walks away I can’t help but think back to college. Was this all my fault? He never pursued me, I always wanted him.

He never looked for me, I always looked for him.

“You came!” I beamed as the handsome brunette came walking into my dorm room.

“You made it sound like I’d be missing out on something big if I show up,” he chuckled with a bright smile.

I’d been daydreaming about the smile since I first saw it two weeks ago in the campus library.

“You didn’t bring anyone?” I asked, hopeful that I wasn’t about to make myself look like a complete fool.

“No one to bring. I spend most of my time studying or working. That’s why I decided maybe it would be nice to go to a party. Thanks for invitin’ me.”

“Thanks for showing up,” I replied, and I could tell my cheeks were burning red.

From that day on, I looked for him, I waited for him, and I tried to come up with any reason to talk to him, until he finally asked me out. At first, it was exciting and I was enamored with him. Then, after about five months, I started to get lazy and he took notice. It’s not even that I stopped loving him, but I realized I wanted to be young and experience college as a single woman. Neither of us said a thing about it, but I could tell he knew and that I’d hurt him.

Then I started seeing him hanging around with some girl and it made my blood boil.

He was mine.

So, I showed up at his dorm one day and when he opened the door, I practically pounced on him, and of course he didn’t say no. Of course, my little impulsive act ended up with me pregnant, and he was a saint about it. Why wouldn’t he be?

Andy is the sweetest soul on earth; he always has been.

Everything was perfect for a while. Even with school being as demanding as it was, Andy was a loving and doting father. I wasn’t surprised that he proposed, and I was more than happy to say yes. I wanted nothing more than to devote myself to him forever.

For a while, it was perfect. We had the perfect life. Sure, I looked at other men sometimes, just wondering what it would be like to have the freedom to do whatever I wanted, but I never acted on anything. I had a good life, why mess it up?

Then, Jacob’s trial.

Even after everything that happened; the arguments, the trial, the sleeping in separate rooms...the accident...he still treated me like I was the center of his universe, and loved me unconditionally.

But I felt betrayed.

How could he not tell me about his father? Yeah, it’s his life and he’s allowed his secrets, but I’m his wife! So, after all was said and done, even with him being as amazing as he was, I still cheated. I cheated because I wanted him to feel as betrayed as I did. I seduced his best friend, best man at our wedding, and fucked him in the backseat of our car. It should’ve been quick and dirty, but I fucked up and let it turn into something that it should’ve never been.

It was nice to feel like I was a priority, to feel beautiful, and just get away from the weight that now comes with being a Barber. The flowers, gifts, the sneaking...it all felt new and exciting. I felt young again.

Andy started to notice of how distant I was becoming and offered to take me  on a trip, or pay for me to go on my own trip, and that’s when the guilt set in. I was out being the world’s worst wife, and he was still trying to take care of me. So, I broke off the relationship and came clean to Andy.

He didn’t even say a word, and to be honest, he didn’t need to. The look in his eyes told me everything. I had crushed him and instantly felt terrible. I was so ready for him to demand a divorce, and a small part of me wanted him to, but he just stormed out and spent the rest of the night driving around. Of course, Andy being the amazing man he is, came back in the morning and told me he loved me and wanted to work it out.

That should’ve been enough for me and I should’ve been happy, but of course I wasn’t. I dug my nails in and did my best to make sure that no one would ever be able to steal him from me, including making sure he never met Y/N. Yes I’m the one that made the mess, and it was obvious that she’d done nothing wrong, but still. Enough people talk and word gets around. It was irrational, mean, and dumb, but I wasn’t going to take any chances.

All my hard work and it did nothing.

I messed everything up out of pure fear and jealousy, but it was nowhere near as bad as the last time. I knew it pushed him to his wits end, but it’s something I know we can make our way back from it.

But now? After that dinner for Jacob and Sarah?

God, the way he looked at Y/N that night? Is she the one he’s in love with? No, she can’t be. It’s just not possible. He wouldn’t do that to Jacob, and she’s so damn young. 24? 25? He’d never go for someone her age.

No, whoever has his attention...I can fix it. I can make it right and do better this time. I know it took me forever to realize it, but I truly do love Andy, and I’ll do anything I can to prove that to him.

I can fix this.

Y/N’s P.O.V

“What?!” you snap as you answer your phone, making your way into your loft.

“What did I do? I’m sorry,” Andy starts and you instantly feel bad.

“I didn’t check my phone before I answered. I’m sorry, what’s up?”

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Sweetheart, talk to me.”

“I’m just fucking fed up.”

“With what?”

“With everything!”

“Baby, what happened?”

“Fucking...Andy, I miss you,” you sigh as you sit down on your bed, kicking off your shoes before taking your hair out of a ponytail and laying down.

“I miss you too, honey. Talk to me, what happened?”

“I don’t want to talk about it right now.”

“How can I help?”

“Come over.”

“I can’t, I’m gonna see you tomorrow though.”

“Why not now?”

“You’ll know tomorrow.”

“I need you now.”

“What do you need?”

“For you to make me feel better.”

Andy chuckles before responding,” how can I make you feel better right now?”

“I wanna see you.”

In just a matter of moments your phone is buzzing and you know it’s Andy FaceTiming you.

“Where are you?” he asks, looking over you as much as he can as you unbutton the top two buttons on your blouse.

“I’m home, in bed.”

“Now, how am I supposed to make you feel better if you’re in bed?”

“I think you know, daddy,” you pout as you continue to unbutton your blouse.

“It hasn’t even been a full week, sweetheart,” he chuckles, but his gaze is intense.

“You made me feel so good.”

“Only once and you’re already so desperate?”

“Please come over, daddy.”

“No, but I’ll watch you get yourself off,” he states with an authoritative voice.

And just like that, your pussy is more than desperate for him.

“Daddy-”

“Lick two fingers then rub your clit.”

“Please-”

“Don’t be a brat. Do what daddy told you to.”

“Fuck,” you sigh, bringing one of your hands to your mouth, licking and sucking two of your fingers, then hiking up your skirt and pushing your panties to the side and playing with your clit. “Daddy,” you moan pathetically.

“What do you want me to do to you?”

“I want...I want you to eat my pussy so bad! It felt so good having your tongue on me!”

“Yeah? What else, baby?”

“Daddy, please just come over. I haven’t seen or felt you all week and I’m going crazy! I miss you so much,” you whine pathetically.

“I feel the same, honey, but if I come over, I won’t leave. Just gotta wait, sweetheart,” he broods as you hear him undo his belt buckle and unzip his pants. “Now, tell daddy what else you want him to do to you.”

“I need to feel your lips on me. I need you to kiss me like you did when you were carrying me up the steps, I need to feel just how much you love me before you’re mean to me!”

“Mean to you how?”

“Make me choke on your fat cock, daddy! Make me take every inch of it, then fuck me like a slut, please!”

“Jesus Y/N,” he growls, “lick your fingers then tell me how you taste,” he demands, voice rough and coarse.

“Mmm, so fucking good!”

“Shit, I can only fucking imagine! Now, be a good girl and start fucking yourself with those fingers, baby. Fuck yourself and cum hard for daddy.”

“Shit, I miss you so much, daddy!”

“I miss you too, baby. Can’t fucking wait...can’t wait to see you and bend you over tomorrow!”

“Jesus daddy!”

“Gonna spread those fucking legs and eat that pussy so good, then I’m gonna taste that ass...fuck!”

“Shit!” you cry out, cumming hard, and almost dropping your phone.

“Fuck, sweetheart!” Andy groans softly as you see bits of his cum landing on a desk.

“Where...where are you, daddy?”

He takes his time, collecting himself and regulating his breathing, before he answers, “at work.”

“Andy!”

“It’s alright,” he laughs softly, “no one’s here and the door is closed.”

“You can’t do that, daddy.”

“Well, I can’t exactly do this where I live.”

“You could’ve come over.”

“I told you, sweetheart; if I would’ve come over, I wouldn’t have been able to leave.”

“It’s not like that’s a bad thing,” you sigh, finally meeting his warm and loving gaze.

“What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing.”

“You’ve had an attitude all week, you’ve been distant, and I know you were crying before you answered the phone last night.”

“Andy-”

“What’s wrong?”

“I just hate this fucking week.”

“Why?”

“I haven’t seen you, my mother is in one of her rage moods; which is apparently my fault cause I don’t go and see her, my fucking heel broke the other day and I stepped in a fucking puddle, my boss actually fucking put his hand on my upper thigh today-”

“I’m sorry, he did what?”

“It’s fine-”

“It’s not fucking fine!”

“Andy, calm down. It’s fine, I told him it made me uncomfortable and-”

“We’re finding you a new job.”

“You’re sweet,” you chuckle softly, sitting up and taking off your blouse, “I have bills to pay.”

“We’ll live together soon enough, it won’t matter.”

“Yeah okay,” you scoff. “Don’t you have to get home to your wife?”

“Don’t. That’s not fair and you know it.”

“Yeah, that’s not fair,” you mutter, rolling your eyes before getting up.

“Sweetheart-”

“Do you fuck her?”

“You know I don’t, I don’t even sleep in the same bed as her!”

“You still live in the same fucking house.”

“Honey, what’s going on?”

“I’m lonely, Andy!” you finally snap as you grab a glass. “It’s been a fucking week and I...I heard you say what you said, I haven’t seen you since, Jacob’s been telling me that he secretly wants you two to work it out, and...what the fuck am I doing?!”

Andy lets out a heavy sigh and it only makes you feel worse. “Do you just wanna break this off now?”

“No,” you sniffle, trying to control your emotions, “I love you. I love you so much, and I just want to be with you, but all of this-”

“It’s not always going to be like this, honey.”

“Andy, are you sure you want this? Are you sure you want me?”

“I’m coming over.”

“Andy-”

“No, I’m on way. I’ll see you in a bit, I love you.”

With that, he hung up and you’re left to wonder what the fuck is going on. For as much as Andy wants to be divorced, he isn’t. For as much as Andy loves you, he still isn’t with you completely. For as good of a mam Andy Barber is, he still isn’t only yours.

But God, does he want to be.

Why are you picking a fight with him? Why are you trying to hurt him? It’s more than obvious that he just wants to love and be with you. Hes spent the entire week staying late in his office, listening to you bitch and complain about your week (at least what you were willing to tell him), and he promised constantly that it would get better. He promised that this wouldn’t be how it’ll always go. He promised that you two would be openly together, and he’d have no issue being with you in front of everyone who has something negative to say.

He told you a million times that he loves you and just how much.

However, there’s still fear, worry, and guilt. Fear that he’ll decide you’re not enough and leave, worry that you’ll fuck it up because you’ve never actually been in a good or healthy relationship, and guilt because you’re sneaking around and lying to Jacob. Yes, Andy was unhappy and trying to get out of his marriage before he met you, but he wasn’t fully committed to it until he met you.

What if Jacob thinks that you’re the one who broke up his family? What if he lashes out at you? What if your best friend decides that he wants to walk out of your life for good? Could you really handle that? Would Andy be able to handle his son being that furious? Would he still choose you?

Yeah, he says that he’s all in and wants nothing more than forever with you, but what happens-

The sharp knock on your door pulls you out of your thoughts.

The second you open the door, Andy’s lips are on yours and he’s picking you up. His grip on you is tight as you wrap your legs around him, finally feeling some relief at simply the feel of him.

“Am I sure that I want you? Am I sure that I want us? Honey, I’m never changing my mind,” he whispers, showering soft kisses all along your neck.

“Andy,” you whisper, running your hands through his hair, not caring if anyone sees the two of you.

“You are my whole world now, sweetheart,” he husks as he kicks your door closed. “I desire you. I burn for you. I crave you.”

“Baby please,” you whimper, letting your hands travel down and unbuttoning the first few buttons of his shirt.

“I want you by my side every second of every day,” he confesses softly, as one hand reaches around and unclasps your bra.

“I...I missed you so much, Andy.”

“I missed you too, baby,” he coos and lays you down, looking you over as he pulls off your bra. “You’re so perfect, sweetheart.”

“You think so, baby?” you moan as you unbutton the rest of his shirt, gripping him tighter with your legs as he takes it off.

“Mhm, I think you were made just for me,” he husks as he unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants. “I think you’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever known and most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

“Then show me, Andy. Take your time and show me,” you beg, unzipping your skirt, right before he pulls it and your panties down.

“I’ll take all night if I have to.”

He dips down and kisses you gently, but there’s an urgency to it, and you instantly know he understands. He knows that this isn’t just about sex; it’s about intimacy and vulnerability. It’s about understanding and honesty.

It’s about trust and love.

“Fuck,” you softly sigh as he thrusts himself inside of you, “I missed you.”

“Finally fucking home, baby,” he groans as he moves slowly and deeper within you.

You cup his face and keep his focus on you, softly stroking the side of it as you try and hold on for the ride. He keeps hitting that spot in you that makes you feel everything all at once, but you’re not ready to reach that euphoric moment. Yeah, it’s only been a week, but Andy was right: you finally feel like you’re home.

“You don’t think I’ve been thinking about you all week? You don’t think I’ve wanted anything more than to be with you?”

“Andy...baby, I just...I needed you here!”

“We’ll be together soon, my love,” he coos as he starts to pick up his pace, “why are you denying me what I want?”

“Want...wanna make it last,” you whine as you arch your back a little, trying to feel as much of him as possible.

“We’ve got all night, baby. Please...give it to me,” he begs earnestly as he rests his head in the crook of your neck. “Let me feel you, I’ve needed it all fucking week!”

“Oh God!”

“I want every part of you, every day, forever, baby!”

“Andy...oh God, Andy YES!” you whimper as you claw at his back. “I can’t...fuck, I can’t...fuck!” you sob as you clench around him.

“The way you squeeze me...honey, you are so perfect!”

“Shit!” you cry out, squirting hard on his cock as you grip him tight.

“So fucking good for me,” he husks as his seed spills into you.

You both stay that way for a moment; lost in each other’s embrace, no sound except each other’s labored breathing, and taking each other in.

This is what you needed. You needed him, his love, and his touch. Sure, you’ve only had his embrace only once before, but all it takes is once. Andy makes you feel everything at once, and it’s something you’ll always need and never tire of. When he loves you like this, kisses you endlessly, and holds you close, you know exactly why you’ll never be able to give him up.

Why you’ll never want to.

“I love you,” he breathes after a moment. “I love you so much, Y/N, and I’m all in. I’m all in for as long as you want me.”

“What if I want you forever?”

“Then I’m in this forever. You’re not gonna scare me off, Laurie isn’t going to scare me into staying, the town can go to hell...I love you. I’m madly in love with you, and nothing’s ever going to change that.”

“Show me.”

“Like I said, baby; we’ve got all night.”

You and Andy spend the next few hours tangled up in your sheets, and getting lost in one another. He doesn’t even bother to answer his phone as it constantly goes off; determined to show you just how in love and dedicated he is to you. Every kiss awakens something in you, every touch sets your skin alight, and every thrust is filled with passion.

Andy is yours just as much you’re his, and no matter how messy things may get, that’s never going to change.

When the both of you finally tire each other out, you both lay back on your bed, and Andy holds you close while you lay your head on his chest.

“You have to go back tonight?” you ask as you make little circles on his chest.

“Unfortunately,” he sighs before kissing the top of your head, “but I promise tomorrow will make you extremely happy.”

“Why can’t you just tell me?”

“Because that’ll ruin the shocked look on your face tomorrow, and I’ve dreaming of seeing it,” he chuckles and you smile to yourself. “We should order dinner.”

“More like we should make dinner.”

“It can’t be that late.”

“Babe, look at my alarm clock. It’s 9:30,” you laugh and Andy chuckles before pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

“Guess I got carried away, I’m sorry.”

“I’m not,” you giggle, “what do you wanna eat?”

“Well, I already had my favorite meal-”

“Andy!” you laugh as you playfully hit his chest.

“So, I’m fine with whatever.”

“Freezer food okay? I haven’t gone grocery shopping yet.”

“Is it stupid that I’m excited about going grocery shopping with you?”

“Why is that something you’re excited about?” you laugh.

“I don’t even know. It feels so normal? I want every experience with you, because I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Something as mundane as grocery shopping feels like it would be an adventure with you,” he chuckles. “Maybe I’m just crazy-”

“Andrew Stephen Barber, I am so in love with you. I can’t wait to do everything with you too,” you smile up at him.

“Lets eat something,” he smirks before dipping down and kissing you passionately.

This man is gonna be the death of you. Andy pulls on his boxer briefs as you pull on the AC/DC crew neck he got you, and you both make your way into the kitchen.

“Okay, I have lasagna, hot pockets, anytizers-”

“What do you want?” he asks, wrapping his arms around you as he presses soft kisses along the column of your neck.

“It’s really hard to think when you kiss me like that,” you moan as you lull your head back.

“I’m sure my good girl can think of something,” he presses before lightly licking the side of your neck with the tip of his tongue.

“Daddy...please,” you whimper, getting all worked up again. “We’ve gotta eat.”

“I know what I wanna eat, baby, and it’s nothing that’s in your freezer,” he husks as he hoists you up and places you on the counter top, quickly getting on his knees.

“Daddy-”

“Let daddy enjoy his favorite meal,” he smirks up at you before pushing the bottom of your crew neck up and licking your clit.

“Daddy, we have to...shit, just like that,” you whimper as grip his hair tight, the feeling of his tongue fucking you while he massages your clit with his thumb driving you insane. “You eat my pussy so good, daddy.”

“My perfect, desperate little girl,” he murmurs before sucking on your clit and sliding two fingers into your weeping cunt.

“Oh...daddy,” you moan as you lull your head back against one of your kitchen cabinets.

Needless to say, you two end up back in bed.

Andy loves you until you’re barely able to stand, telling you just how much he loves you and can’t wait to be with you like he really wants to. As he holds close while you drift off, there’s only one thought that runs through your mind:

Andrew Stephen Barber will never stop being the love of your life.

Andy’s P.O.V

“You’re home late,” Laurie mutters with a slight slur as I make my way into the house.

“This isn’t my home anymore, Laurie,” I sigh, taking off my suit jacket and heading to the kitchen.

“You reek of sex.”

“That’s because I just had sex, Laurie.”

“So, you’re cheating now?”

“Cheating would imply that we have some sort of a functioning marriage, which we don’t,” I scowl as pull a package of bread out of the cabinet.

“So, who is it? Who are you so in love with that you don’t want to try anymore? Is it her?” she asks, folding her arms across her chest, losing her balance a little.

“Her who?”

“Andy, don’t be an asshole. Y/N.”

I want to say yes so fucking bad, but I can’t do that to you. I won’t say anything until you’re ready.

“What is your obsession with her?” I scoff, taking ham and cheese out of the fridge.

“You seem to be in love with her, and Jacob is in love with her-”

“I barely know her and Jacob’s in love with Sarah.”

“Well, who is it?”

“Why on earth would I tell you that? So you can go and harass her?”

“Andy, you used to-”

“Laurie, you cheated on me twice, you treat Jacob like shit-”

“I do not!”

“Yeah, alright,” I scoff, putting my sandwich together, wishing I had taken you up on your lasagna offer.

“She’s so fucking great, but she can’t feed you?”

I open my mouth to tell her that my favorite meal today was that perfect little pussy between your legs, but stop short and just scoff and shake my head instead.

‘That’ll be taking it too far, Andy,’ I think to myself.

“I’ve had a long day and I don’t feel like arguing with you, Laurie. That and you’re drunk, so there’s really no point. I’m going to sleep.”

“When are you telling, Jacob, huh? When are you going to tell him that you’re moving out? That you’re fine with breaking up our family?”

“Laurie, you broke up this family when you purposely drove your truck into a wall, trying to kill our son, and when you spread your legs for my best friend.”

“You know that accident was just that! An accident!”

“Whatever you need to tell yourself to get through the day. Listen, I told you, you can paint me as the bad guy to everyone, you can keep everything, I don’t care. All I want is for you to sign the damn papers. There’s no sense in arguing about this anymore, I’m done. I’ve moved on and I’m happier than I’ve ever been. If you ever truly loved me, if you claim to love me now, then please just sign the damn papers,” I practically beg, feeling a little pain at the tears welling up in her eyes.

I don’t know how else to get through to her.

“Andy, whoever this new woman is that you’re in love with...it’s not going to work out. She’s just gonna hurt you.”

“You say that like you haven’t a thousand times already.”

“I didn’t get it before and I’m sorry. I made mistakes and I know I hurt you, but I can do better now. I will do better!”

“Laurie-”

“Andy please,” she sobs, slowly making her way over to me, “let me show you how much I’ve changed. Give me a month-”

“Laurie, please don’t make this harder than it already is. I just don’t want this anymore...I don’t want you. I don’t want to hurt you, but I just can’t do this anymore. Please, just let this-”

“You loved me before, I know you can love me again,” she whispers before standing on her tiptoes and kissing me.

Nothing. I feel absolutely nothing. It breaks my heart, because there once was a time when I lived for her kisses, but now? Now, nothing. If I’m being honest, I’m almost repulsed. She’s not the woman I fell in love with, but to be fair, I’m not the man she fell in love with.

I’m not sure if I ever really was.

“Sleep in our room tonight, please,” she pleads softly as she takes a step back.

“I’ll be in the spare room downstairs,” I sigh, looking away as her tears start to fall, “I’ll be gone by the time you wake up. I’m moving the last bit of my stuff, and I’ll do my best not to wake you.”

“Andy, please-”

“Goodnight Laurie.”

I quickly make my way downstairs, throwing out the sandwich I made, no longer having an appetite, before getting undressed and stepping into the shower.

This isn’t how I wanted any of this to go, but I don’t know why I expected any of this to go easy. Once Laurie sinks her claws in and sets her sights on something, she doesn’t give up easily. Still, this shouldn’t be the shit show that it is. It shouldn’t be this hard to get some damn closure and just move on. Laurie and I have run our course and I’m so damn tired of this shit.

Tonight with you? It was perfect, but fuck if I don’t hate myself for making you question everything. Question me. I never wanted to be a person in your life that makes you question whether or not love is real, or if it actually even matters. How could I say something that made you feel so horrible less than 24 hours after you completely gave yourself to me? After you told me you trust me completely?

I want everything and every day with you, forever.

If Jacob end up hating me, then so be it. If Laurie rains down all hell fire on my head, then I’ll just deal with it. Nothing and no one is gonna stop me from being with you. Grocery shopping, picking out furniture for our home, taking trips, coming home to you daily...all of these things and more make my heart burst with excitement and pure love.

It’s not lost on me that people are going to see me with you and think that I’m obsessed with someone who’s younger than me, and I’m not gonna lie and say it doesn’t boost my ego a bit, but it’s so much more than that. You are the most selfless and thoughtful person I’ve ever known. The way you would stick up for Jacob in high school to the point that you would get into fist fights, you would go out of your way to make sure he always felt included, the fact that you got a job to help out with the bills even though it wasn’t on you to fix the damage your father had done, how you took care of your mother after your father abandoned the both of you...

Even now, you’re just taking all of this in stride. Keeping secrets you shouldn’t have to, being so much nicer to Laurie than you should be, keeping Jacob’s feelings in mind, being patient with me while I figure all of this out...you’re so fucking gracious, sweet, and thoughtful. It honestly infuriates me that everyone else just constantly lets you down, over some shit you didn’t even do.

I refuse to be another person that hurts you. I’m gonna stick by you and I’m not leaving your side, come hell or high water, I will be with you and we’ll make it work.

Y/N’s P.O.V

You don’t make much of a fuss about getting out of bed, since you’re a bit sore from your long night with Andy. You’d hoped he’d be good in bed, but you didn’t think he’d be that amazing in bed.

It’s not like you have any complaints. Andy can do whatever he wants to you, and in the end, all you’ll do is thank him and beg for more. No, it’s not necessarily a healthy concept, but there’s comfort in knowing that Andy feels the same way you do. Somehow, the second time around was better than the first.

Probably because you two were both sober this time.

As you roll around in bed, trying to decide if you have the energy to actually start your day, your mind plays over everything Andy said last night; both when he was inside of you and when he wasn’t.

It’s hard not to give into the fear of it all, but how can you not trust him? The way he looks at you, the way he holds you, the way he smiles at you, the way he loves you...it’s all so damn genuine, you know that he means it. He’s not telling you what you want to hear so he can keep getting access to your pussy; it’s obvious that he means every word.

You just have to find the strength to believe everything he’s saying is true.

You’re finally ready to get out of bed when your phone buzzes. The smile that comes to your face almost hurts when you see that it’s Andy. However, you’re completely confused when you open it and see that hes sent you an address.

Y/N: Huh?

My Heart: Meet me here as fast as you can, and bring clothes for the weekend.

Y/N: What’s going on?

My Heart: You’ll see when you get here, so don’t take too long. I love you and I’ll see you soon.

Well, now you’re wide awake and full of energy.

You quickly get out of bed and make your way to your shower, doing your best to ignore all of the anxiety that you feel. They’re not exactly bats in your stomach, but they sure as shit aren’t butterflies. By the time you’re dressed and ready to go , you feel like you’re gonna lose your mind.

Just an address? What the hell does that mean? Yeah, hes talked about you two moving in together all the time, but so soon? When Laurie hasn’t even signed the papers yet?

That’s another thing; how the hell is going to get to her to sign the papers? He’s entirely too kind to actually pressure her into signing the papers, but he’s also fed up with everything. What the hell does he have up his sleeve?

When you finally reach the destination, you’re in pure shock and awe.

What the hell?

“Andy...what is this?” you question as you get out of the car.

“I’ve officially moved out,” he smiles as he wraps his arms around you and dips down to kiss you.

“Someone could see,” you smile sheepishly as you turn your head away from him.

“Who cares?”

“Andy-”

“I told you that I told her I’m in love with someone else, and when she told me I reeked of sex last night, I told her it was because I had sex. I’m not hiding anything from her, because I truly don’t care. No, I haven’t told her that I’m with you, but the second you give me the okay, I’m telling her. I love you, Y/N. I want this. I want us.”

“Andy...,” you start to tear “is this house...?”

“It’s a condo I got for me, but when you’re ready, I would love for it to be ours. There’s no pressure, and we’ll take this at whatever pace you want, but I’m all in,\. I know they’re things you need to figure out on your end, and I’m perfectly fine waiting while you figure it out-”

“How will we tell Jacob?” you interrupt, trying to suppress every emotion you’re feeling as you keep looking over the gorgeous house.

“I was thinking we’d talk about that today,” he smiles at you.

“Is Laurie any closer to signing the papers?”

“I can tell that she’s starting to realize that I’m serious.”

“Andy...are you sure-”

“I love you and I’ve never been more sure of anything. If you don’t want this, I’ll completely understand and I won’t be mad in the slightest, but if you really do want to do this-”

“I know I can’t move in right away, but I’d like to keep some of my stuff here. I’d like to have...I’d like to have my own key,” you almost whisper, trying to convince yourself that all of this actually happening.

“You’re in luck,” he chuckles as he takes a key out from his pocket, “I already had one made for you. This is your home too, sweetheart.”

“Andy-”

“I genuinely want everything with you. I love you, Y/N. I love you, I love you, I love you. I will say it every day until you believe it.”

“It’s not that I don’t believe it, Andy, it’s just...this is a lot...it’s everything. I love you so much and I just don’t want to get myself all wrapped up in someone who isn’t-”

“Honey, this is as real as it gets. I love you and want forever with you. That’s never going to change. The moment I laid eyes on you, I was already thinking of ways to see you again. Then, when I helped you move in, seeing just how thoughtful and kind you are...I’ve been in love with you ever since. I know that this is moving kind of fast, but if only you could understand just how deeply and how much I love you...my heart rate speeds up whenever I see you, your smile alone is enough to calm me down and make me come alive at the same time, and your laugh...honey, I could listen to you laugh and talk all day and still want more. I love you, Y/N. I’m madly and truly in love with you,” he finishes with a warm smile as he wipes your tears away.

You don’t know what to say. How can all of this be real? How can he choose you so easily? How is he choosing you at all? And how the hell is he so calm about all of this?

Are you sure you’re awake? Is this actually real?

“This is really happening, it’s not all in your head or some dream,” he chuckles softly as he practically reads your mind.

“Can we go inside and take a look around?” you sniffle after a moment, wiping your eyes.

“Anything you want, honey.”

You don’t mean to gasp when you go inside, but the place is gorgeous and spacious.

How much money does Andy have exactly?

“Now, I had to get some furniture, I didn’t want you coming home to a completely empty house. I figured we’d go shopping for the rest of it together. Out of town, so you don’t have to worry about being seen. I figured we could go tomorrow.”

“Andy, this is gorgeous!”

“Yeah, you really like it?”

“I love it!” you beam, turning around wrapping your arms around him tight. “Give me the full tour,” you smile up at him.

Andy is more than happy to show you around, very clearly excited and happy that you didn’t go running off in the other direction. It all seems so unreal, especially when he shows you the little art studio he set up for you.

“Andy-”

“You told me that you loved to paint when you were younger, but had to stop between work and school. I’m obviously not going to push you, but I want you to feel free to start again. Maybe you’ll fall back in love with it, and if you don’t, this will still be your space to do whatever you want in.”

“You didn’t have to do this for me, Andy. Any of it. I just...how can you love me this much?”

“How can I not love you this much?” he chuckles as he wraps an arm around your waist. “Come on, there’s still the upstairs.”

“Somehow I forgot all about the upstairs,” you laugh along with Andy.

“So,” Andy starts as you both start up the stairs, “there are three bedrooms. I’ve started setting up what I think you’ll want to be our room, but just tell me-”

“Say that again,” you smile up at him once you two reach the top step.

“Hmm? Say what?”

“Our room.”

Andy smiles down at you before cupping your face and giving a soul stirring kiss, “our room,”

“I love you, Andy.”

“I love you too, sweetheart.”

As he shows you each room and leads you down the hallway, you can’t help but wonder why he got a place with three rooms. Yeah, a two bedroom would make sense, a spare room form Jake and Sarah if they ever sleep over, but why three?

“And this is ours,” he smiles at you as he pushes the door open.

It’s amazing how well Andy knows you.

“I know the furniture is a little bland and we can get something else, if you want. There’s a 30 day warranty on everything,” he laughs softly. “I know you prefer then left side, so I set up all my stuff on the right. If you want, I’ll-”

You cut him off by crashing your lips into his and pulling him impossibly closer to you. “You are incredible,” you breathe once you two break apart. “You are so incredible and I am so in love with you.”

“You’re happy?”

“I’m so far past happy, daddy,” you whisper before you start to kiss down his body, “you did really good.”

“Sweetheart, we don’t have to-”

“But I want to, daddy. I really want to,” you plead as you look up at him with your most innocent eyes.

He tries to hide it, but you can see lust and desire in his eyes, and you know he’s about to give you what you want. “Get on the bed,” he demands with a low growl.

“But daddy-”

“You always wanna argue with daddy, and we have to put a stop to that,” he scowls before gripping your hair roughly, “I think that’s exactly what we’re gonna do now.”

“I’m so sorry, daddy,” you whimper, getting more and more desperate for him by the second.

“Oh, you will be, now strip and get on the bed. Don’t make me tell you again.”

And just like that, you’re up on your feet and undressing yourself. Soon enough, you’re naked and in the middle of the bed, waiting for instruction as Andy looks you over.

“Such a gorgeous little girl, but such a dumb little slut. Open those pretty little legs and start playing with your clit.”

All you can do is whine like the bitch in heat that you are as you follow his instructions, trying to hold his burning gaze.

“Daddy,” you moan, closing your eyes and lulling your head back, fighting off a release he hasn’t given you permission for.

“Eyes on me,” he demands hotly, unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans.

When you focus your attention back on him, he’s stroking his angry red cock that’s leaking with pre-cum. “Daddy, please let me-”

“You don’t cum until I say so, little slut. You understand me?”

“Please-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, really such a dumb little girl,” he smirks mischievously, “and to think, I was about to eat that perfect little cunt of yours.”

“Daddy please!”

“Guess I’m just gonna teach you how to obey,” he sighs before taking off his shirt and stepping out of his jeans. “What has daddy told you about begging?”

“No-not to,” you breathe, still trying to hold his intense gaze as you watch him take a seat on the edge of the bed.

“So, why do you keep being a whiny little brat?”

“Just want you so...so bad all the time.”

“Is that so? Well, come and sit on daddy’s lap. We’re gonna have a little talk about why you should be a good little girl,” he coaxes, starting to stroke himself again.

You’re quick to make your way over to him, ready to straddle him, before he stops you.

“You’re gonna face that mirror, so you can see how much better it is when you’re a good girl.”

“Daddy-”

“You’re just making it harder for yourself. Now, face the mirror, and take daddy’s cock until you learn how to behave.”

How the hell are you supposed to last? You have no idea.

“Oh God, daddy,” you moan as you slide yourself down on his cock, lulling your head back at the way he still pulls you apart.

“Look at yourself in the mirror, sweet girl,” he coos against your neck, licking it lightly.

“Daddy!”

“I said look!” he snaps before slapping your clit.

“Fuck!” you cry out, looking straight ahead as you start to bounce up and down on his cock.

“That’s a good girl,” he smirks against your neck, “see how your greedy little cunt takes my cock so well?”

All you can do is nod.

“You know daddy doesn’t like it when you don’t use your words,” he scolds before slapping your clit again.

“Fuck daddy! I’m...I-I’m sorry!”

“Now, I’ll ask you again,” he husks as you pick up your pace, “do you see how well your greedy little cunt takes my fat cock so well?”

“Y-yes daddy!”

“All I wanna do is spoil you and make you feel so fucking good,” he groans in a condescending tone, “but you just love to act up. Doesn’t it feel so much better when I don’t have to punish you?”

“Everything you do feels amazing, daddy,” you sob as he starts to massage your tits, pinching your nipples hard.

“Oh, so that’s what it is? My little girl just needs to be treated like a little fucking slut?”

“Daddy please!” you whine, clenching around him, knowing you won’t be able to hold off your release much longer.

“That’s not being a good girl,” he sighs against your neck, slapping your clit again, causing you to yelp; you try and close your legs. “If daddy lets you cum, you’ve gotta watch yourself the whole time. Watch how beautiful you look when you explode for me. You understand?”

“Anything you want! Just please!” you whine, knowing you sound pathetic, but you’re so far beyond blissed out that you don’t fucking care.

“So fucking needy,” he laughs as he starts to massage your clit with two of his fingers, “alright, be a good little whore and cum for daddy.”

In no time at all, you’re screaming out in pleasure, squirting all over his cock and the floor, not feeling an ounce of shame as you see how wrecked you are. Andy’s grip tightens on you, and you’re sure he’s about to cum until he stills you.

“Sweet girl, you made a mess all over my cock,” he chides as you clench around him, knowing he’s going to be just as mean about cleanup.

“I didn’t...I didn’t mean to,” you breathe, trying to come down from your high.

“But you did, and what do good girls do when they make a mess?”

“Clean it up, daddy.”

“Exactly.Get on your knees and clean daddy’s cock.”

“Please-”

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, there you go again,” he sighs, slapping your clit again.

He’s going to fucking ruin you.

You slowly stand up, your legs still unstable, but you’re quick to get on your knees in the little puddle you created. A whimper escapes your lips at the sight of Andy’s cock in front of you, happy to finally be able to take it into your mouth. You lick it softly and moan in satisfaction at the taste of yourself on him.

“Take it, sweet girl,” he husks, gripping your hair as he bucks his hips slightly, “take every fucking inch of it.”

You’re quick to get your mouth on him, desperate to make him feel an ounce of the pleasure he’s made you feel. You soon find that just because you’re eager to do something doesn’t mean it’ll get done.

“C’mon sweet girl, I know can take all of it. Relax your throat for me,” he coos, guiding your head down.

It’s not like it hadn’t dawned on you until now that Andy’s cock is the biggest you’ve ever experienced, but you’re still annoyed with yourself for not prepping for it.

“That’s it...fuck, that’s it! Such a good girl,” he groans as you take him more and more.

You both moan in satisfaction when he finally reaches the back of your throat. He starts guiding you slowly, but the second you start whimpering, he’s rough, picking up the pace.

“Fuck, you’re such a good little whore, baby,” he grunts, his grip white knuckling, “wish you could see how well you’re taking daddy’s cock. Fuck!”

When you start gagging, he pulls you off and you whine in protest.

“What did daddy say about being a whiny little brat?”

“I wanna taste you so bad.”

“Another time, sweet girl. For now, get on the bed and on your hands and knees.”

Once again, it takes you a moment to get yourself together, completely blissed out, but determined not to throw in the towel in until he does.

The bed shifts behind you almost instantly, and you whimper when you feel one of Andy’s hands smooth over your ass cheek.

“Daddy!” you scream out when he smacks it hard.

“Are gonna start behaving?”

“Mhm!”

“Use your words!” he reprimands, slapping your ass harder.

“I’ll be such a good girl, daddy! I promise!” you cry out.

“That’s what I wanna hear,” he praises.

You prepare yourself to feel him thrust inside of you, but are completely caught off guard when you feel his tongue against your folds.

“Holy fuck!”

“Told you, rewards feel so much better than punishments,” he smirks before starting to fuck you with his tongue.

Between the lewd slurping sounds between your legs, and Andy’s groans of approval, you lull your head back and get lost in that blissful state only he can bring you to. You’re right on the edge when Andy replaces his tongue with his fingers, and before you can protest, you feel his tongue licking your asshole, and you arch your back, gripping the sheets to keep yourself upright.

“Y-you make me feel so fucking good! I swear to fuck!”

All Andy does is slap your ass in approval and it makes you clench tighter around his fingers.

Never in a million years did you ever think Andy would or could be this dominant or controlling. The same man who loves late night ice cream drives and is insanely romantic to you: the quiet and shy guy, the loving father. He cuddles you close during movie night while also the same guy who dominates the fuck out of you, making you feel like the dirty little slut you secretly are.

“You ever been fucked in this perfect little hole, sweet girl?” Andy asks, making little circles around your asshole with his finger.

“N-no daddy!”

“At some point this weekend, we should fix that,” he husks before removing his fingers from your weeping cunt, “but for now, I’m gonna use you as my little cum dump.”

“Fuck, please daddy!” you sob as he thrusts himself inside of you.

“Are those pretty little tears for me?” he coos condescendingly, reaching down between your legs and rubbing little circles on your overstimulated clit.

“Never felt so fu...so fucking good!”

“Yeah? Show me just how much by cumming for me right now,” he demands with a throaty grunt as his movements become erratic.

“Fu...fu...FUCK!” you shout with a sob, squirting all over all his cock and the bed.

“Sweet girl,” he growls, dipping down and resting his forehead on your back as he coats your inner walls with his seed. “Such a good fucking girl.”

Andy rides out both your highs before letting you down gently and collapsing next to you. He instantly pulls you close, and you cuddle up against him; feeling loved, full, happy, and content.

“Was I too rough with you?” he asks after a moment, softly making little circles on the small of your back.

“No baby,” you all but mumble, trying to stay awake.

“You promise?”

“I swear.”

“I love you so much, honey.”

“You are my world, Andy. I still can’t believe you did all of this for us. It’s so...I’ve never felt so loved or cared for in my life, and I’m trying to accept that all of this is real, it’s just gonna take a bit. I’m so afraid you’re gonna wake up one day and decide I’m not worth all of this and walk away. Everyone always walks away.”

“Honey, I told you I’m all in and I mean that. This isn’t a phase and I’m not looking to fuck around. I’m in love with you, so fucking in love. That’s not changing.”

Now you’re crying for a completely different reason.

“I’m so happy, Andy. Thank you.”

“Get some rest, sweetheart.”

As you drift off to sleep, feeling safe and secure in Andy’s arms, you slowly feel your fears and insecurities fall away.

Maybe this all can work out.

**

When you wake up, the sun is setting, the TV is on, and you’re alone in bed. You grab your phone, (ignoring all of your notifications) and see that it’s 5:30.

You would sleep the day away.

You’re slow to get out of bed and make your way over to his drawers, quickly grabbing one of his sweaters since your clothes are still in the car. A smile comes to your as the memories of what took place earlier play in your head.

It wasn’t a dream.

You quietly make your way down the steps, listening for Andy, but when you hear him the backyard, your smile quickly fades.

“Laurie, I’m not having this talk when you’re drunk...Jacob took Sarah away this weekend and when he comes back, he’s moving out. You know that’s why I did it this way...he’s not going to notice anything, he’ll be too busy taking out all of his packed boxes...I’ll tell him when I finish helping him and Sarah move into their new place....I would imagine Y/N is gonna be there, she is their best friend...don’t start that shit again....I’ll tell him about her when we’re both ready...well, we wouldn’t still be married if you’d sign the damn papers, now would we?...God, don’t start with the tears...listen, I’m gonna go. Please don’t call me again, unless it’s to tell me you’ve signed the papers,” he finishes with a frustrated sigh before hanging up and tossing his phone down and taking a seat on one of the lawn chairs.

“I’m guessing she’s not taking the move well,” you practically whisper.

“Hey,” he smiles at you, but his eyes show just how frustrated he is.

“Andy-”

“Don’t start, honey. Come here.”

You slowly walk over to him and pulls you down into his lap and holds you close.

“Do not worry about Laurie, I can handle her.”

“You wouldn’t have to if I hadn’t-”

“Stop that, you didn’t do anything.”

“I kissed you.”

“I was in love with you long before that kiss, sweetheart. Besides, I was the one who begged you to let me take you home.”

“Baby-”

“You said it yourself; this is gonna get harder before it gets easier. Laurie can cry and complain all she wants to, it’s not going to change anything.”

“What about Jacob?” you mumble, cuddling up and curling in to him.

“That’s up to you. I told you; you set the pace.”

You’re thoughtful before you speak, “after graduation and the proposal. Those are both really special days, and I know that this will ruin it for him,” you softly sigh.

“Babe, he’s gonna get over it.”

“Will he, Andy? Sarah and Laurie are convinced that he’s in love with me-”

“Because he is.”

“Oh, not you too!”

“You can’t tell me that you don’t see it.”

“I don’t because he’s not!”

Andy just sighs and presses kiss to your forehead, “okay, honey.”

“Besides, if that is true, he’s probably never going to talk to me again.”

“He’ll get over it. Yes, he is going to be upset and overreact, but he’ll get over it. You’re his best friend and, at some point, he’ll get over it.”

“Andy-”

“Listen, if it’s too much for you-”

“It’s not,” you quickly interject, “you’re worth all of this and more. I just...I have to prepare myself.”

“We’re this together, sweetheart,” he promises, pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

“ ‘Roman Holiday’ was on when I got up.”

“I planned that perfectly,” he laughs softly.

“I think I’d like for us to do that one day. Have our own Roman Holiday.”

“Yeah?”

“Mhm,” you nod as a small smile comes to your face, “I think it would be a lot of fun. Plus, we’ve never actually been away together, obviously. When I have some more money saved up, we should go. Would you like that?”

“Anything I get to do with you is something I’d love.”

“I love you, Andy.”

“I love you, sweetheart.”

You two spend the rest of evening cooking dinner, planning when to move some of your stuff in, and deciding what time you both wanted to get up to go and look at furniture.

After almost falling asleep in bed, twice, you both decide it’s time to shower and call it a night. It’s the best shower you’ve ever had with another person, because there was nothing sexual about it. You both washed each other, made each other laugh, and at the end; he just holds you tight and kisses the top of your head.

You never knew love could feel this good.

“You’re not wearing your ring,” you yawn as you two settle under the covers and turn out the lights.

“Why should I?”

“You’re still married.”

“As far as I’m concerned, I’m not. I signed the papers and the only person I’m with is you.”

“Andy, people will notice.”

“Good,” is all he says before wrapping his arm around you and pulling you close. “That way, when they see us together, there won’t be anything to question.”

“I love you.”

“I love you, honey. Goodnight.”

You’re almost asleep when you remember, “babe?”

“Hmm?”

“Why did you get a place with three rooms.”

“Oh,” he comments softly and you feel him stiffen a little. “Well, ya know, for when Jacob and Sarah sleepover.”

“You’re gonna make them sleep in separate rooms?”

“Well, if they want options.”

“What are you not telling me?”

“Just...maybe one day...if you wanted to have a kid or kids with me...we have the space,” he confesses sheepishly.

You turn over in his hold, wide eyed and in complete disbelief, “what?”

“You obviously don’t need to think about it now, or even at all, it was just...just in case it is something you want.”

“You want a family with me?”

“I keep telling you that I want everything with you.”

“Even kids?”

“Marriage, kids, sharing an AARP membership,” he laughs, “all of it.”

“If we have kids, you’ll be like Atticus Finch.”

“Only in the sense that I’ll be an old lawyer. We won’t be poor and their mother won’t be dead.”

“That’s a good way to look at it,” you laugh.

“We’ll talk about it more in the morning. I love you, Y/N,” he smirks before kissing your forehead.

“I love you too, Atticus.”

As you drift into dream land, secure in Andy’s hold, you’re finally certain of at least one thing; this isn’t made up at all.

**

Its been a constant roller coaster for you and Andy in the following months after he first shows you the condo he got for you both. After helping Jacob and Sarah move into their new place, Andy told him that he had moved out while he was away, and of course Jacob wanted to go and see it instantly.

“Have you seen the my dad’s new place?” Jacob asks you two sit in your apartment two weeks later.

“Why would I have seen it?” you scoffed before you took a sip of your whiskey neat, trying to burn away the guilt.

“I don’t know, I figured he might’ve asked you for help or something. The place has an essence of you,” he chuckled.

“What does that even mean?”

“Like...some of the sheets in the bedroom, some of the kitchenware, the pillows...hell, even some of the paintings he got. I don’t know, it feels very you,” he shrugged as he grabbed the remote and turned on the TV.

All of the things you picked out.

“He seems happier though. Maybe this is just what they needed, time apart.”

“Meaning?”

“I don’t know...maybe there’s a chance they’ll get back together.”

“Is that what you want?”

“I don’t know,” he sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I mean, doesn’t every kid want their parents to work out their shit out?”

“Not when they’re toxic.”

“I don’t know, I guess with us going to look for rings soon, I’m looking for something to believe in. Believe that love lasts and that its real.”

“Stop it. You and Sarah are different.”

“How would you know?”

“I just do. Besides, maybe the person your father finds next will be the one.”

“I don’t wanna think about that,” Jacob scowled and it only made you feel worse.

“So, when are you gonna propose?” you asked before you downed the rest of your drink, trying to think of anything to make yourself feel a little less worse.

“December.”

“W-why December?”

“One, I just feel crazy right now. Graduation, the new job, adjusting to living with Sarah and paying bills, and all this shit with my parents...it’ll just be too much at once, ya know? Second, I think she’ll really love it if I propose to her at the ‘Festival of Lights’. It’s already the number one thing she looks forward to all year long, so why not propose then?”

“That’s a good point,” you muttered before you downed the rest of your drink.

Jacob spent the next few hours telling you about how torn he is about his parents, how he’s not sure how he’ll handle his parents moving on and his family splitting up, and how he wishes things were like they were before Ben’s murder.

It also didn’t help that Laurie still hadn’t signed the fucking papers.

“Sweetheart, when are you coming home?” Andy asked once you finally answered his call.

“I’m not coming over tonight,” you sobbed, curled up underneath your favorite blanket.

“What’s wrong, baby? What happened?”

“He’s gonna hate me, Andy, He’s never gonna talk to me again,” you cried.

“I’m on my way, sweetheart,” is all he said before hanging up.

Andy was at your place in 10 minutes.

“Sweetheart?” Andy called out, once he entered using the key you had made for him.

“In here,” you croaked out, not even bothering to move.

“Oh honey,” Andy cooed once he made his way into your bedroom. “Do you wanna talk about it?

All you could do was shake your head ‘no’ as you sniffled.

“Then we won’t talk about it,” he agreed as he kicked off his shoes before getting into bed with you, “I’ll just hold you until you feel better,” he cooed as he wrapped his arms around you kissed your forehead.

In moments like those, you were more than happy that you had Andy in your life. He gave you your space, he let you feel what you needed to feel, he never pressured you into telling him what the issue was, and whenever you were ready to tell him, he was patient and understanding.

However, it doesn’t go without saying that you two had your fair share of arguments about the situation you found yourself in.

“Why are you mad at me?!” Andy snapped as the two you got ready for bed.

“I don’t wanna talk about it, Andy.”

“Y/N-”

“I just had to stand there like a fucking idiot while you all took family pictures!”

“It was his graduation!”

“I should’ve just stayed home.”

“Stop it, Y/N.”

“Don’t you dare catch an attitude with me, Barber! You’re not in my position! You don’t know how this feels!”

“She’s his mother! What do you want me to do?!”

“I’m sleeping in the other room.”

“Can we please work this out? Don’t go to bed angry.”

“Andy, I’m tired and-”

“What do you want me to do? You’ve heard the phone calls, I’ve offered her everything and she still won’t sign the papers. I’ve threatened legal action and she still won’t sign the papers. You want us to go to her right now and tell her about us? Lets go. You wanna call Jacob right now? We can. I love you. I want to be with you. I am with you!”

In that moment, you felt embarrassingly small.

“Can we just get away?” you questioned as you covered your face with your hands. “Lets just go on a trip. It doesn’t have to be some big to-do, but lets just get the fuck out of here for a while. I feel like I’m split in two and since Jacob is dead set on a December proposal, the feeling isn’t going to go away any time soon.”

“We’ll go away soon, sweetheart. I promise,” he sighed as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Please sleep in here tonight.”

“Yeah, fine.”

“Baby-”

“I’m just...I’m just tired, Andy. Lets just go to bed,” you muttered as you got into bed.

Andy sighed heavily in response before he got into bed and pulled you close.

“I love you, sweetheart. You set the pace for all of this. I just want to be with you. Only you,” he whispered before he kissed the back of your neck.

It’s very rare that you ever find yourself truly angry with Andy. No, he’s not perfect, but he does his best to be perfect for you. Overall, you both are extremely happy, even with things as fucked up as they are.

Your anger is mainly fueled by your frustration. You know that if you leave it up to Andy, he’ll tell everyone everything in an instant.

However, you’re about to railroad Jacob’s whole life, and he deserves better than you fucking up his ideal proposal. Which is why, when he wanted you to spend your birthday with him and Sarah, you didn’t put up a fuss. You spent your morning and afternoon with them, and you spent your night with Andy; him taking you out to dinner and you finishing the night bouncing up and down on his cock.

When Jacob wanted you to go over to his place to hangout, you went without fuss or complaint. When it came to your home with Andy, you accepted with grace that you couldn’t have pictures of the two of you up, just because Jacob liked to frequent his dad’s place. You constantly talk yourself into accepting how things are, because after Christmas, things are about to change drastically.

“Laurie, what do you want me to do? If Jacob wants her at the propsal, he wants her at the proposal,” Andy sighs, plopping down on the sofa next to you, and wrapping an arm around you. “They’re best friends, Laurie. If you’re gonna be this crazy about it, talk to Jacob. This isn’t my proposal...alright, I’m not getting into this, I’m going. Bye,” he snaps before hanging up. “She won’t be my wife forever, she won’t be my wife forever,” he mutters to himself as he pulls you close.

“I can say that I’m sick and not show up-”

“No,” he instantly cuts you off, “you’re going to be there and she’s going to deal with it. She doesn’t even know we’re together, so it’s just her being paranoid.”

“I don’t want her to keep giving you a hard time.”

“She’s hellbent on always giving me a hard time. Don’t worry about it.”

“Andy-”

“Don’t worry about it, honey,” he repeats in a firmer yet gentle tone.

You sigh before straddling him, “how can I make you feel better?”

“It’s not fair when you ask that question and you’re in this position,” he whines.

You dip down and whisper seductively in his ear, “you know I’m yours to use however you want, daddy.”

“Y/N,” he growls, gripping hips tight.

“Take what’s yours, daddy,” you moan, grinding yourself against him.

“Sweet girl,” he husks.

“Tell me what you want.”

“I want you to sit on my face, sweet girl. Ride my face until I’m drowning in cum from that sweet pussy.”

“Oh daddy,” you whimper, picking up your pace.

“Then, I’m gonna abuse both your holes because daddy needs to relieve some stress.”

“I’ve missed having you in my ass, daddy!”

“Yeah, well get ready for a long-”

“Dad!” Jacob calls from the other side of the door, knocking a little aggressively.

“Fuck,” Andy breathes into the crook of your neck.

“I’ll make myself scarce-”

“No no, I’ll think of something to tell him by the time I’m at the front door. Fuck, we’re picking this up the second he leaves.”

“I’m betting on it,” you giggle softly.

You moan as you get off of him, the friction of your panties rubbing against your now extremely sensitive clit only making you more desperate, and Andy’s quick to give you that look.

“I know, daddy: I can’t cum until you say so.”

“There’s a good girl,” he smirks at you before getting up, readjusting his pants, and slowly making his way to the front door.

You quickly turn on the TV (happy that it’s Turner Classic Movies) before heading into the kitchen and making drinks for you and Andy.

“Hey bud, what’s up?”

“I need to talk to you,” Jacob mutters, pushing right past Andy. “Should I propose-”

“Hey Jake,” you smile, popping out from the kitchen and holding a glass out to Andy, which he happily takes.

“What are you doing here?”

“I had a few legal questions for Andy about my parents, because they’ve been driving me crazy. The more I talked about it, the more I got upset, so we turned on Turner Classic Movies, and I just made us some drinks. I figured we’d dive back in soon.”

“You could’ve just come to me, ya know.”

“Are you a lawyer?”

“Don’t be an asshole-”

“Jacob!” Andy snaps.

“You know what I mean,” he rolls his eyes, “you could’ve talked to me.”

“You’ve been so stressed lately, I didn’t want to add on anymore.”

“I wouldn’t have-”

“Yes, you would have. Whenever I bring up how upset my parents make me, you get pissed off and worked up.”

“You don’t tell me anything anymore!”

“It’s one thing, Jake.”

“Whatever.”

“Jake, you didn’t come here to argue with me, I’ll go-”

“We’ll go into my office, you sit down and calm down,” Andy tells you softly.

You want to say something, but you know there’s no use. As Andy leads Jacob to his office, you resume your seat on the sofa and do your best to focus on the movie on the screen, but now you’re irritated.

For the last few months, when you tell either Sarah or Andy something before you tell him, he catches an attitude. The only thing that you’ve purposely kept a secret from him is your relationship with Andy, and it’s obvious why. Hell, he was pissy with you for being secretive about his birthday until the actual surprise. Even then, he gave you a half-ass apology. You don’t know when he started getting so selfish with you, but you’re really growing tired of it.

Until he starts hating you for being with Andy, Jacob is still your best friend, and you’ve done your best to show him that. By the time both men come out of the office, you can tell that Jacob is more at ease, but it’s also clear (to you at least) that Andy is trying his best to hide his frustration.

“Y/N, you’re gonna be there tomorrow, right?” Jacob asks, standing in the doorway.

“Are you done being a dick?”

“You know I’m sorry-”

“That would be something hard to know since you never fucking said it.”

“I really am sorry, Y/N. I don’t know whats gotten into me lately, but I don’t mean any of it. I’m just frustrated and I took it out on you. I’m sorry.”

“It’s fine, Jake. Just don’t make a habit of taking your anger out on me, please. I’ll see you tomorrow,” you smile softly.

Jacob just nods before practically running out.

“He should be wearing a jacket,” you mutter as Andy closes the door.

You’re about to ask him what’s going on, when he suddenly throws you over his shoulder, “unbutton your jeans,” is all he said as he starts on his way up the stairs.

Maybe you won’t make it tomorrow.

“Take them off,” he demands, tossing you down on the bed before taking off his shirt and undoing his pants, “and take your fucking shirt and bra off too.”

You want to tell him to calm down and ask him what happened, but you’ve never seen him this angry before, and your hormones are winning the battle.

He lays down next and motions for you to come over, “come take a ride on daddy’s face, sweet girl.”

And just like that, you’re doing any and everything he wants.

You were already expecting Andy to be rough with you, but you didn’t think he’d be as rough as he is. It’s not like you mind or that it hurts, in fact you’ll probably ask him to act like this more often, but pleasure aside: something is wrong.

“Come on, sweet girl, give it to me,” he grunts, fucking you hard from behind, pushing you to your limit for the third time.

“Daddy,” you mindlessly moan, clawing at the sheets that you’re more than sure are ruined.

“This cunt is amazing, sweetheart! You’re being such a good little girl for me!” he praises, slapping your ass hard.

“Fuck!”

“There she is! The way this pussy clenches me!”

“Fuck! Daddy!” you cry out, squirting on his cock for what feels like the millionth time, as your body gets lost in another mind-numbing orgasm.

“Good girl,” he grunts, coating your inner walls with his desire.

He hovers for a moment, panting above you before he pulls out, and you think he’s finally spent.

“Get on your back, sweet girl,” he husks, pinning you down.

Alright, what the fuck is going on?

“Andy, baby...wait.”

“What’s wrong? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

“Baby, I’m perfect, but you...you aren’t,” you breathe, trying to get your thoughts together, “what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” he mutters before dipping down to kiss you, but you turn your head away just in time. “Sweet girl-”

“No Andy. We can go all night if you want to, just like this, but you gotta talk to me, baby, please. What happened?”

“Please-”

“Andy, this doesn’t work if we don’t talk to each other.”

He lets out an exasperated sigh before collapsing next you on the bed and staring up at the ceiling, “Laurie told Jacob I started seeing someone.”

“I’m sorry, she did what?!”

“He obviously doesn’t know it’s you, but he did have questions about you...us. I obviously lied and he bought it, but it’s only gonna make everything worse in the long run.”

“Did he say anything about it?”

“Well, he wants to meet her,” he scoffs, running one of his frustrated hands through damp his hair, “he’s a little upset because he was holding out hope, but he understands.”

“Do you want to just tell him now?”

“No, because you’re right; him finding out before proposing would ruin everything. Everything is tied into one, sweetheart,” he sighs heavily.

“What are you not telling me, baby?”

“The reason he came over initially...he was having cold feet about proposing to Sarah, because...he figured out that he has feelings for you.”

“Jesus Christ,” you groan into your hands.

You can’t catch a fucking break.

“I asked him if he could see himself having a real future with you if he broke it off with Sarah, and he said no. He said that he isn’t in love, but he didn’t realize just how much he was used to being the only one in your life until he stopped being the only person you spend your time with. He swears it’s just a crush and that he’ll get over it. That’s when he asked if anything was going on between us and I told him that we’re just friends. I know for a fact that this is why Laurie said anything, because she wants her suspicions confirmed. To pull this shit now though? The day before he’s supposed to propose? That’s a fucking low blow, even for her.”

“We’ll just...we’ll deal with it after Christmas, okay baby?”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to-”

“Hey, we are in this together. This is something we both decided to do and I’m all in. Whatever we have to face, we’ll face it together. Good or bad.”

“You know this means we’re gonna have to be even more discreet, right?”

“Yeah, I know,” you sigh, finally turning on your side to look at him, “but it won’t always be like this,” you smile weakly.

Andy raises himself up on his elbow and looks you over, before cupping your face and giving you one of the most passionate kisses hes ever given you, “I love you.”

“I love you.”

“Ya know, you did say that we can go all night just like we were...”

“We can do whatever you wanna do, daddy,” you smirk as he chuckles before kissing you again.

You both go for another two rounds before deciding that you need it to call it a night. However, neither of you actually goes to sleep. Andy just holds you close while leaning against the headboard, stroking your arm gently, while you lay your head on his chest. Not a word is spoken as you two lookout the window; up at the moon, it’s just a silent understanding that very soon, things are going to become very hectic and chaotic.

**

“Why aren’t you coming to the ‘Festival of Lights’?!” Sarah whines into the phone and you laugh.

“I have some things I need to take care of.”

“You better not be putting Andy before me.”

“I’m not!” you laugh, coming up to a red light, “Christmas is a week away and I’ve got some last minute things to do.”

“Y/N!”

“Listen, it’s not my fault they choose the worst time to do this every year. A lot’s been going on.”

“Is everything okay?”

“I mean, yes and no.”

“Uh oh, what happened? What did the Wicked Witch do now?”

“Don’t worry-”

“No no, talk to me. Tell me what’s going on.”

“Laurie told Jacob that Andy has started seeing someone.”

“Shut the fuck up!”

“To make matters worse,” you start as the light turns green and you pull off, “I was over when Jacob came over last night, and of course he asked Andy about it.”

“Oh no.”

“And of course, Andy lied.”

“Fuck.”

“So, thanks for that, Laurie.”

“Why not just tell him?”

“And ruin his Christmas? No thanks.”

“That’s a fair point. He’s actually so excited this year. Christmas morning with you, lunch with Andy and my parents, then dinner with Laurie. He’s planned the shit out of it,” she laughs softly. “What about you and Andy?”

“He’s coming to get me as soon as you two leave for dinner,” you chuckle.

“Ugh, I’m so happy for you two. You’ve been so much happier these last few months, and the fact that he got a home for you both? Y/N, I’m so damn happy for you.”

“Thanks, babe.”

“Oh, I hear footsteps approaching, we’ll talk about this more later, okay?”

“Sounds good,” you smile as you pull up to the town square, “I love you.”

“I love you,” she beams before hanging up.

As you park your car, you see Laurie standing next to Andy, and you mentally prepare yourself not to punch her face in on site.

“Oh thank God you’re here!” Sarah’s mom laughs, as you get out and open your trunk. “You know how everything is supposed to look and Jacob was a nervous wreck when he was here earlier.”

“He wasn’t that bad,” Laurie laughs following behind her.

“Sorry sorry, things ran a little late at work, but I’m here now and we’ve got...2 hours to get this done! We can-”

“Hour and a half,” Andy interjects with a laugh. “Jacob is a little too excited for Christmas this year, so Sarah wants to show up early.”

“Well...shit, okay then,” you laugh awkwardly. “I guess we should get to work.

As everyone gets to work on setting up the “proposal area”, you can’t help but notice how much Laurie is clinging to Andy, and how much Andy is trying to keep his distance. The whole thing wants to make you scream, but what can you do? What can you say? As far as everyone knows, you and Andy are nothing more than acquaintances.

So, you have no other option but to sit and watch?

An hour into setting up, your phone buzzes and you assume it’s Jacob, but a small smile comes to your face when you read the name on your phone.

My Heart: I know we said we won’t see each other again until Christmas, but I really want to see you tonight.

Y/N: Baby, you know we can’t.

My Heart: Laurie is driving me insane, all I wanna do is kiss you, and I hate sleeping alone.

Y/N: Christmas will be here before you know it, baby. Besides, we’ll find other alternatives while we wait. As for Laurie, I’m ready wring her fucking neck if she puts her hands on you one more time. What the fuck is she even talking about?

My Heart: How excited she is and reminiscing about how we used to talk about this day all the time.

Y/N: Of course she fucking is, because I guarantee you she doesn’t think that Jacob talked to you about what she fucking said.

My Heart: I wanna say something so bad, but this isn’t the fucking time or place, and I’m not gonna argue with her before Christmas.

Y/N: We’ll sort all of this soon. Today isn’t about any of this. Jacob and Sarah have been through a lot and I just want this to be perfect for them.

My Heart: I am so in love with you, did you know that?

Y/N: That’s good to hear, because the feeling is mutual :)

You look up and over at him for just a split second, and see the biggest smile on his face, and a small one comes to yours. God, you can’t to truly be with him. When your phone buzzes again, you know who it is before even checking it.

The Dark Lord: We’re on our way!

“Alright everyone, they’re on their way, so finish up and get to your spots,” you happily announce, tying up your last bow.

Everything is perfect, it’s even snowing, but you’re still annoyed. You completely understand why Laurie and Andy’s hiding spot is together, but it’s painfully clear that Laurie isn’t going down without a fight. Yeah, Andy will turn down all of her advances, but she shouldn’t be trying anything anyway. Whether or not you’re with Andy, he’s made it perfectly clear that he just wants to move on, and she refuses to accept that.

Also, yes, he’s your boyfriend so everyone needs to back off.

However, you can’t focus on that right now. Jacob and Sarah will be arriving any moment, and you’re the one in charge of recording everything.

Thank God you finally hear Sarah’s voice.

“Jacob, c’mon! I wanna do the maze while it’s still snowing!” she calls and you force yourself not to giggle.

“I had to grab something from the car, take a walk with me really quick though.”

“Babe-”

“I have a surprise for you,” he laughs softly as he takes her hand and starts to walk towards the spot that’s been set up for them. “Now, I know nothing about this relationship has really been normal or easy, for fucks sake, we started talking because you wanted to tip me off about what Derick said over a murder case,” he shakes his head in disbelief. “Yet, here we are all these years later, still in love and making it work. There’s no one else I can see myself having a future with and there’s no one else I want a future with.”

“Jacob-”

“I am moody, messy, argumentative, and I always forget to clean the coffee grinds out of the sink, but Sarah...I love you. I have always loved you and I will always love you. So,” he starts as he gets down on one knee and ‘Reflecting Light’ by Sam Phillips starts playing, “will you do me the honor of being my wife?”

Sarah doesn’t hesitate for a second.

“Of course!” she squeals, almost knocking him over with a hug.

Everyone soon erupts into cheers and applause as they come out of their hiding spots, and you finally stop recording.

“You sneaky little bitch!” Sarah exclaims when she sees you. “I love you so much!”

“I love you too,” you laugh as she almost knocks you over.

“You know you’re my maid of honor right?!”

“You sure about that?” you laugh as you two break apart, cocking an eyebrow.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything,” she promises with a nod.

Thank God for loyal friends.

Soon enough, it was time for photos and you do your best to mask the pain you feel when you Laurie hanging all over Andy. You know she’s doing it for show, but that doesn’t make it hurt any less. You want so badly to be in those photos and not some secret. You want so badly to just feel like it’s really real.

When she kisses Andy on the cheek, you’re not sure how you’re able to hold yourself back from smacking the shit out of her.

‘This isn’t about you or Andy. Control yourself,’ you tell yourself mentally.

“Y/N, you should get in some of these pictures,” Andy calls, giving you a small smile.

So much for being more discreet.

“What? Why?” Laurie questions, very obviously upset.

“She’s their best friend and has been there for them almost as long as their relationship, She’s practically apart of the family. Besides, she’s also the one came up with the design for all of this and got the decorations.”

“That’s a fair point,” Laurie begrudgingly agrees.

Well. Shit.

You’re about to stand on the other side of Laurie when Andy says, “here, stand between Laurie and I.”

“What? Why?”

“She can’t stand between Jacob and me or between Jacob or Sarah. She obviously stand between Sarah and her parents.”

“But why between us?”

“Why does it matter? It’s not like we’re together anymore.”

Fuck.

“It’s not a big deal, Mr. Barber, I can stand on the other side of-”

“No, that’s okay,” Laurie smiles the best she can, trying and failing to mask her pain, anger, and embarrassment. “You can stand between Andy and I.”

You and Sarah exchange a quick look before you stand between Andy and Laurie, and the smile that comes to your face is genuine. Not only is Andy going out of his way to make sure you’re included, but he’s also taking a stand.

He’s standing up to Laurie.

Yes, Andy’s a good man and you’re more than sure it hurt him to hurt and embarrass her, but it’s not like she didn’t draw first blood. From the look on Laurie’s face, she could tell that he really isn’t coming back.

He isn’t going to and he doesn’t want to.

You can’t stop yourself when he comes over later that night. Yeah, you two agreed to be more discreet, but after the massive display of affection he showed, waiting till Christmas feels a little more impossible.

However, that night was the only slip up you two had. From then until Christmas Eve, it was only texts, phone calls, and FaceTime. The only reason you went home (his place) on Christmas Eve was because he invited Sarah and Jacob over to decorate the Christmas tree, and Jacob invited you.

You both tried to hide how happy you were about doing something so simple together, but the look on Sarah’s let you know that she could see right through it. All she did was offer a small and subtle smile.

As silly as it seems, it was one of the best nights of your life.

You can’t think about that right now, though. You can’t even think about Andy, because you’ll get too excited and Jacob will start asking questions. In a few hours, you’ll be having the best Christmas ever, but for now, you need to focus.

“So, have you met my dad’s new girlfriend?” Jacob asks as you all finish up breakfast.

“Leave her alone, babe,” Sarah coos, collecting the plates and taking them all to your kitchen.

“It’s just a simple question.”

“Why do you think I’ve met her?” you ask sheepishly, quickly grabbing your coffee and taking sip; doing your best to hide your face.

“You two just seem pretty friendly-”

“You saw me at his house once and it was just to ask legal advice. There’s no reason for me to know anything else about his personal life, Jake.”

Lie.

“Speaking of that, how the hell are you gonna handle Christmas with your parents?”

“In and out for both. I’ll pop in, drop off gifts, and come back here, make dinner, and watch Christmas movies.”

Another lie.

“That sounds lonely, you wanna come with us to have dinner with my mom?”

“Nah, I’m pretty sure she just wants to spend time with you two.”

Truth.

“Lunch with my dad and Sarah’s family?”

“I have gifts to give,” you laugh humorlessly.

Another fucking lie.

“I just know that Christmas is your favorite and I feel bad about you spending it all alone.”

“It’s really okay, Jake. I’m fine with it. Being alone isn’t so bad. I’ll have ice cream, booze, and my favorite holiday movies. I’ll be fine.”

Lie, lie, lie.

“If you say so,” he sighs as he gets up, “but we gotta get going. We’re meeting my dad at Sarah’s parents’ house, then it’s off to my mother’s. This would be a lot simpler if they could’ve just stayed together,” he grumbles.

Ah, yes. There it is: guilt.

“We’ve had this talk, Jake: it’s for the better.”

“I know, I know, but still.”

“Just do your best to enjoy the day, okay?”

“I guess. I love you and I hope you enjoy your gifts,” he smiles as you both stand up and he engulfs you in a huge hug.

“I love you too, Jake. Merry Christmas.”

“We’ll see you after New Year?” Sarah asks as she makes her way over to you.

“Yeah, lets all do lunch on the 14th. Sound good?”

“It’s perfect,” she smiles as she wraps you in a tight hug. “Enjoy your time with him, you both love each other so much. I left the food you asked for in the fridge and Jake has no idea,” she whispers.

“Thank you, Sarah. For everything. I love you,” you whisper back, hugging her just a little bit tighter, before breaking away.

“I guess we’re off,” she sighs as she makes her way over to Jacob.

“You just gotta get through today then you two are on vacation,” you laugh.

“Thank God.”

The second they’re out the door, you’re pulling out Andy’s gifts and wrapping them. It would’ve been done earlier, but with Andy soaking up every single free moment you have since you two can’t see each other, it wasn’t going to happen.

You both agreed to small gifts, but you knew Andy was bullshitting, so you went a little over your budget (nothing you couldn’t make up with overtime), and got him a couple of pricey gifts you knew he’d love and find useful.

You take your time showering, feeling both anxious and excited about spending an almost normal Christmas Andy. The fact that, soon enough, you two will be able to have a real relationship and not have to hide in the shadows. You’ll live together, shop together, fall asleep together, talk about your days in person, have dinner together...all of it. So many things that are done in private, will finally be able to happen freely in the public.

Soon, you and Andy will finally have the life you’ve both been desperately seeking for over a year.

You decide on dressing in your favorite Christmas leggings and pull on the AC/DC crew neck he’s always happy to see you in. Just as you finish brushing out your hair, your phone buzzes and the butterflies appear all over again.

My Heart: On my way, sweetheart.

The squeal that leaves your mouth even causes you to laugh.

You gather all your groceries for dinner, as well as, gifts and a few more clothes you want to move into your home with Andy, before checking that everything is off and away as it should be. Then, you quickly making your way downstairs to the parking garage and waiting for him.

When he pulls in a few minutes later, you can tell he’s laughing without the window even being open.

“I would’ve come up to get you,” he laughs as you get into his car.

“I was too excited! Merry Christmas!” you beam, wrapping your arms around him and engulfing him in a tight hug.

“Merry Christmas, baby,” he chuckles softly, “you ready to go home?”

“Always.”

The entire time Andy is driving, you sing all of your favorite Christmas songs loud and off key.

And he’s begging you to stop.

“Okay, now I know that for next Christmas, I need to hide all things that provide music,” Andy sighs as you two make your way inside the house.

“You loved every second of it, I don’t care what you say,” you smirk as set up your presents up underneath the tree.

“Yeah yeah, which present do you wanna open-”

“No no, there’s an art to this. For starters, you should be wearing something Christmas-y, not jeans and a sweater.”

“I don’t have anything Christmas-y,” he chuckles and you shake your head.

“I thought you’d say that, that’s why I got you this!”

“I’m not wearing that.”

“Andy, you can’t break Christmas rules.”

“Since when is wearing a ridiculous sweater a Christmas rule?”

“Since you decided you’re in love with me. Now, put this on, along with some sweatpants, and I’ll make the drinks.”

“I’m about to have the longest Christmas ever, aren’t I?”

“You bet your ass, now change,” you giggle as you make your way into the kitchen.

You hear Andy huff before he starts on his way upstairs, and giggle a little as you get to work on the hot chocolates. Once the stove is hot enough, you start mixing everything together before grabbing a few of the appetizers you asked Andy to get out of the freezer, and preheating the oven.

“I’m not coming downstairs,” Andy calls from the top of the stairs.

“Oh, stop it! It’s not the bunny outfit from ‘A Christmas Story’, it’s just an ugly sweater.”

“It’s the ugliest sweater.”

“C’mon, Christmas grump.”

“I’m not a Christmas grump,” he mumbles as he starts making his down the steps. The second you see him, you burst out laughing and he rolls his eyes. “I’m not wearing this ever again.”

“It’s okay to look ridiculous, babe,” you giggle, “I do it every day.”

“You’ve never looked ridiculous a day in your life,” he smirks as he makes his way over to you, snaking his arms around your waist.

“You’re sweet. How was lunch?”

“How was breakfast?”

“That bad, huh?”

“Sarah’s dad was telling me about all the women he could set me up with and Jacob kept asking me about my new girlfriend.”

“He tried to ask me about your new girlfriend too.”

“I could scream at Laurie.”

“It’s Christmas, babe. Don’t think about it,” you sigh as pour the hot chocolate into two mugs. “We’re gonna have a shit show to deal with after New Year, so lets just enjoy today.”

“Why is the oven on?”

“So I can heat up the appetizers?”

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna start making dinner before we open gifts,” he groans, resting his head in the crook of your neck as you start laughing.

“Babe, it’s late! I should’ve started making dinner a while ago!”

“Who needs dinner?”

“Andy.”

“I wanna know what you got me!”

“I didn’t know that I’m in love with a child.”

“According to the town, I am.”

“Fuck you!” you laugh as you feel him smirk against your shoulder. “One gift, Andy.”

“That means you have to open one too.”

“I wanna wait.”

“You’re difficult, you know that?”

“You’re one to talk,” you grin.

“Fine, I’ll wait to open my gift,” he huffs and you can’t stop yourself from giggling. “What’s for dinner tonight?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.”

“Are you gonna be like this every Christmas?”

“Uh huh,” you smile, pouring Baileys into his hot chocolate then yours, “and you’re gonna love it.”

Andy takes a seat at the kitchen island and starts telling you about the traditions him and his mom had up until she passed away, while you get the appetizers together and put them in the oven. Just as you close the oven door, ‘The Christmas Song’ starts playing and you don’t even notice that he’s standing right behind you.

“Andy-”

“I think we should dance, don’t you?”

“You never fail to surprise me,” you laugh softly.

He pulls you close and you two slowly dance to one of your absolute favorite songs, and it feels like a dream.

Being with Andy is a dream come true.

When the song comes to and end, Andy continues to hold you close and rests his head on top of yours.

“I just want to stay in this moment for a minute,” he states softly, “I’ve waited for you for so long, and I’ve loved you...I just want us to stay like this for a moment. We finally got here, babe, and I just want to live in the moment that has made me the happiest I’ve ever been.”

“I love you, Andy.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

You both just stand there and hold each other until the timer goes off on the stove.

You place a soft kiss on his chest before letting go of him and opening the stove, “alright, I made a few different things, because options are always a good thing.”

“That and you’re terrible at making decisions.”

“Both can be true,” you huff before sticking your tongue out at him and he chuckles. “What Christmas movie would you like to watch?”

“I don’t really have a favorite. I guess, ‘The Shop Around The Corner’? That was my mom’s favorite.”

“She had great taste,” you smile at him as you finish set up the plate, before you both head into the living room.

For the first hour, everything is perfect and Andy teases you for being able quote the movie line for line.

However, dreams do have their bumps from time to time.

“Fuck,” you mutter as your phone starts going off.

“What’s wrong?”

“I know who it is and I don’t wanna talk to her.”

“You don’t have to answer, sweetheart.”

“Yeah I do, or she’ll just keep calling,” you mutter, sitting up and grabbing your phone. “Hello?”

“Well, merry Christmas to you too,” your mother laughs and you roll your eyes. “When are you coming over? David and I are waiting.”

“Who the hell is David?”

“My boyfriend.”

“What the hell happened to Eric?”

“Oh, we broke up months ago.”

“Of course you did. Anyway, I told you last night that I’m not coming over.”

“Y/N-”

“I’m not arguing about this with you again. I don’t want to see you and I don’t wanna see dad. I don’t need either of you ruining my favorite holiday.”

“Y/N, I know we’ve had our differences but this used to be our-”

“Don’t. This was our holiday until you deiced that I don’t matter anymore. I did one Christmas without you both and it was almost near perfect. I think I’ll survive another one just fine without you two.”

“If you don’t see your dad-”

“You ruined it when you decided that I don’t matter. It doesn’t matter if I see him or not, you’ll always talk shit about him, and he’ll always talk shit about you. Now, I’m actually enjoying my day and I’m not about to ruin it by arguing with you. I love you and Merry Christmas,” you finish with an exasperated sigh before hanging up.

You feel your tears coming on and you know you shouldn’t be, but you’re upset with yourself. Why let her get to you? Why let either of them get to you? They chose to make it this way and you’ve made your peace with that, so why are you so worked up now?

“Talk to me, honey. What’s going on?” Andy questions, pausing the movie and pulling you close.

“It’s so fucking stupid,” you sob, wiping your eyes, “I’m ruining everything.”

“Hey, no you aren’t. What’s going on?”

“Christmas was such a big deal when I was child because we didn’t have any money. We made ornaments, stayed up on Christmas Eve to decorate our shitty tree and watch movies, then on Christmas Day my mom would make a big breakfast,” you chuckle softly, sniffling a little. “We’d eat, sing and dance around to Christmas songs, watch more movies, have a small lunch, and we’d get around to presents late in the afternoon. I never cared about them much, because I knew they couldn’t afford a lot. The only thing I cared about was that we were happy. For two days out of the year, we were all really happy and we were happy together.

Then as I got older, and they started arguing more, Christmas became a day for just my mom and I. She knew how much it meant to me and she wanted me to still have that feeling. She wanted me to know that even though things were changing, some things would always stay the same. It was alright for a while, but after the divorce...it just got so nasty. I would split my day with them, which would be an argument on its own, because the both them wanted me for the day. I would spend the morning and evening with her, then finish the day with him. Yeah, they had money at that point so they showered me with gifts, but they would just talk shit about each other to me. The whole spirit and idea of it was ruined. Last year was the first Christmas I spent alone and it was the first time that I loved it again since I was 15. There was no arguing, no feelings of guilt that I could letting one of them down, and no anger. It was me, my TV, ice cream, wine, and a quiet dinner.

Now, I get to spend it with you and I’m so fucking happy, because even without the gifts, this is the best. I have you and I really couldn’t ask for anything else,” you smile at him as more tears start to come.

“But?”

“Jacob doesn’t understand how lucky he is at times. Even with you and Laurie split up, he still got to see the both of you today. You’re a gentleman, so I know you didn’t say anything awful about Laurie, and for as awful as Laurie is, she knows how much Jacob worships the ground you walk on, so she’s not going to say anything terrible about you. Even if it’s not together, he still gets to see the both of you and enjoy it. He gets to bring Sarah with him and know he won’t be embarrassed or have to apologize for the actions of his parents. My parents fucking hate each other and that’s never going to change, and I know for a fact that if I were to ever bring you on the holidays, it’ll be a shit show.

They’ll spend the whole time just tearing each other down. I’m so fucking mad at them for doing this. For just tearing apart something that meant so much to me. That means something to me. Christmas was such a special time for us and it was everything, and now I’ll never enjoy it with them again. The one thing that would bring us together is now one of the many things that keeps us apart,” you cry.

“Sweetheart,” Andy coos, pulling onto his lap and you lay your head on his shoulder, “that’s not stupid at all. It’s okay to be upset about something that’s upsetting. Your parents have had more than enough time to get their shit together, and the fact that they refuse to is utter bullshit. You told your mother last night that you weren’t coming over, and she still called and tried to act like it was something that hadn’t been discussed. That’s fucked up, and no matter what’s happened over time, she knows how much today means to you. It’s fucked up and it’s selfish. Don’t feel like you’re ruining anything by being rightfully upset, because you’re not.”

“I should start on dinner,” you sniff, wiping your eyes as you go to get up, but Andy’s hold on you is strong.

“Hey, I love you, Y/N,” he tells you as he softly forces your gaze on him with his free hand. “It’s okay to open up to me about your past, you know that.”

“I don’t want you to go away, Andy.”

“I’ve told you I’m not and I mean that, why don’t you trust that?”

“Because you’re too good to be true,” you laugh humorlessly, “I keep waiting for you to go, because all of this is a lot. I’m a lot to deal with.”

“Babe, I got us a home,” he chuckles, “what else do you need me to do? You want me to propose?”

“Andy.”

“Listen, I think about it every single day. I want everything with you forever. I’ll propose to and marry you today if that’s what it takes for you to believe me.”

You don’t even think about it; you just cup his face and kiss him passionately. As always, you want to get lost in Andrew Steven Barber and every emotion he makes you feel. Even if it all crashes and burns, everything he makes you feel lets you know that all of this is worth it.

He truly is the love of your life.

“I should start on dinner,” you breathe once you two break apart.

“After the movie?”

“It’s getting late and-”

“Please?”

You’ll never tell him no.

“Right after.”

“Sounds good to me,” he smiles at you before pressing play on the movie.

You two barely watch the movie, because neither of you can keep your hands off of each other, but the second it comes to an end, you’re practically pushing Andy off of you.

“Just a little bit longer,” he begs breathlessly.

“Judging by what I just felt on my inner thigh, we won’t get anything else done tonight,” you laugh.

“Tonight?”

“I’ll make you so happy tonight, daddy,” you promise in the innocent tone that makes him insanely feral.

“Don’t start,” he warns with a low growl as he gets off of you.

“Punish me for it later,” you wink, getting up and letting up a little yelp when he slaps your ass. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, daddy.”

“I swear to God, you’re gonna ruin me,” he groans and you laugh. “What am I supposed to do while you’re cooking?”

“Watch ‘A Charlie Brown Christmas’,” you shrug before walking out of the room, and you hear him scoff.

You start going over everything that you two discussed over in your head as you start on dinner and it feels as if your heart is about to burst open.

Yes, hes told you he wants everything with you multiple times, but the fact that he’s so ready to marry you? It’s not something he said just put you at ease, and you could tell by the look in his eyes.

You know that he’s happy to wait and you’re so happy he’s so patient with you, because the reality of someone genuinely loving and wanting you is something you still aren’t able to able to believe.

However, that’s not something you wanna focus on right now. It’s Christmas and you’ve got a dinner to prepare.

You notice that the water is finally boiling and you frown. You hate this part.

You sigh as you open the fridge and take out the stapled plastic bag. “Sorry buddy, I really don’t wanna do this.”

You take the lobster out of the bag, place it on the cutting board, and look at it. You wanna call Andy in and ask him to kill it, but it’s supposed to be a surprise, so that would defeat the purpose. Sure, you can close your eyes, but knowing you, that’ll more than likely make things worse. Usually, you can get Sarah or Jacob to do it, but that’s obviously not an option right now.

You’ve just got to do it.

You pick up the knife and hold it directly over the lobster’s head, “I’m so sorry!” you exclaim before stabbing it.

You’re quick to remove the rubber bands on its claws and throw it into the pot, before throwing the knife into the sink.

You’re a murderer.

“What’s going on in here?” Andy asks as he makes his way into the kitchen.

“Nothing nothing,” you smile as you quickly cover the lid.

“Who were you apologizing to?” he asks as he cocks an eyebrow.

“Dinner.”

“What the hell are you making?” he laughs.

“You just wait and see. Now, out of the kitchen!”

“I want a drink,” he says with a coy smile as he makes his way over to the cabinet and grabs a glass.

“Don’t try and get slick with me, Barber,” you laugh.

“I’m not trying anything,” he shrugs as he pours himself a drink, but you see the smile playing on his lips.

“Out of the kitchen.”

“I miss you.”

“You’re nosey.”

“Both can be true.”

“Andy!” you laugh, pushing him playfully.

“I’ll leave you alone...for now,” his tone foreboding as he starts to walk away, “but I’ll be back.”

“Out of the kitchen!” you laugh before sticking your tongue out at him.

From that moment on, Andy won’t give you a moment of peace. He’s either trying to call you out of the kitchen or he pops in to bother you.

“You’re making steak? Now we’re getting somewhere!” he beams as he pops up behind you, causing you to jump.

“You’re honestly the worst person to make dinner for,” you giggle as he wraps his arms around you.

“In my defense, we usually make dinner together.”

“That’s a shitty defense. I’m appalled, District Attorney Barber.”

“I can’t really make a good case when you look this good,” he mumbles against your neck before kissing it. “What was in the pot earlier?”

“Food.”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Because dinner is almost ready!”

“Did you make this salad yourself? A homemade chicken ceasar salad?”

“Andrew Steven Barber, go away!”

“How much longer do I have to wait?”

“Keep it up and I’ll send you to bed without supper.”

“You’re mean on Christmas,” he mutters and you laugh. “Jacob’s been calling and texting you.”

“What did he say?”

“I don’t know, I didn’t go through your phone.”

“I don’t care. You know my passcode, just check it and tell me.”

“So, I have permission to leave and come back into the kitchen?”

“I’m going to fight you,” you giggle.

“I just wanna make sure I’m not breaking any rules. I don’t wanna get banished from our home.”

“You are such a pain in the ass,” you chuckle as he leaves the room.

It’s quiet for only a few moments before you hear, “well, it seems like he had an eventful dinner.”

“Uh oh.”

“By the time they arrived, Laurie was drunk and Sarah had to help her finish dinner.”

“Fuck.”

“Do you want me to read the rest?”

“Might as well.”

“She cried over me moving on and away and said that if I give her another chance, she’ll be better.”

“Jesus, she didn’t say this in front of Sarah, did she?”

“He doesn’t say.”

“Fuck.”

“What do you want me to say?”

You’re thoughtful before you speak. “Just say, in the middle of making myself dinner, but that sounds like a fucking shit show. My phone was in the other and that’s why I missed your call. I promise to talk to you before you go on vacation, but for the time being, just enjoy the rest of your night with Sarah. I love you.”

“How do you know how to handle him so well?”

“Years of practice, Barber. Now, out of the kitchen.”

“So damn bossy,” he sighs before kissing your cheek. “How much longer?”

“Soon! Now out!” you giggle.

It’s not that you don’t want to talk to Jacob, but for right now, you just want to focus on you and Andy. Thankfully, a few moments later, you hear Andy answer his phone with ‘hey bud’, and you know it’s Jacob.

You’re more than happy for the welcomed distraction as you finish up dinner and start to put everything together on plates.

‘It’s dinner time,’ you mouth to Andy as he paces back and forth while talking on the phone.

“Bud, we’ll talk about all of it when you get back from vacation, okay? I wouldn’t stress too much about it, because your mother is just being...your mother. It’s all gonna be fine, okay? Don’t worry....I love you too, Jake...Merry Christmas to you and Sarah too,” he smiles before hanging up.

“Everything okay?”

“One way or another it will be,” he smiles weakly, “now, show me what’s for dinner.”

“Only if you ask nicely.”

“Please feed me,” he whines and you laugh.

“I guess, come on,” you smile as you make your way back into the kitchen.

“Sweetheart, all of this looks amazing. It smells fantastic!” Andy marvels as he looks over the table.

“I made the sauce that you love for the fettuccine and-”

“Is that lobster in the pasta? Oh no,” he starts laughing, “you had to kill it didn’t you? That’s why you were apologizing?”

“I’m a murderer! I stabbed it in the head!”

“Why didn’t you just put in the pot?” he laughs, wrapping you in a tight hug,

“I was told that it’s more humane to kill it first! I usually get Sarah or Jake to do it, but that obviously wasn’t an option.”

“You could’ve asked me.”

“It was supposed to be a surprise!”

“You really are the sweetest thing,” he chuckles, “I love you.”

“I love you, I hope you enjoy everything.”

“There’s so much food.”

“Leftovers, my friend. Leftovers,” you smirk as you two break apart. “I seasoned the broccoli just the you like, but there’s very little butter because I put a good amount on the lobster.”

“Have you thought about going to cooking school?”

“Don’t suggest anything until you try it,” you laugh as you pour yourself a glass of wine.

Dinner is perfect (according to Andy), and you can’t help but feel a little silly about crying earlier. Yes, your feelings were valid but, for the most part, the day has been everything you’ve ever wanted and more. You’re with the love of your life, you’re both happy, it’s snowing, and you honestly don’t think there’s ever been a time in your life where you’ve felt this content.

This is how it should be.

“It’s finally time to open presents!” Andy yells after he puts away the last of the leftovers, running into the living room.

“You’re giant child,” you laugh, following behind with a bottle of bourbon for him, and you freshly refilled glass of wine.

“I wanna see your face when you open your gifts!”

“You go first, cause you were the one who wanted to open gifts first.”

“How about we both pick a gift?”

“Fine,” you giggle as you sit on the floor next to him.

“Alright, open this one and I’ll open-”

“Why do you get to pick your own gift and I don’t get to pick mine?!”

“Because I bought that gift 7months ago and have been desperate to give it to you since I purchased it.”

“What did you do?”

“Just take it,” he laughs as he passes you the small long box. “I’ll take this one...why is it heavy?”

“I don’t know,” you shrug, sipping on your wine.

“We had an agreement-”

“I have a feeling that whatever is in this box breaks our agreement.”

“Y/N.”

“Just open it!”

“Fuck,” he sighs, putting his drink down before tearing off the paper. “No.”

“You needed it!”

“Sweetheart-”

“Andy, your old laptop is shit, and you were never going to get yourself a new one.”

“An Apple?!”

“It’s what you’re used to!”

“It’s too much!”

“Just say ‘thank you’ and give me a kiss.”

“You are something else, ya know that?” he chuckles in disbelief as he leans over and gives you a kiss. “The most selfless person I know.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it. Now you.”

“I’m afraid.”

“If I had to open yours, you have to open mine.”

“We’re the worst,” you mutter and he laughs. “Andy...jewelry definitely breaks our agreement.”

“After the gift I just opened from you, I don’t wanna hear it.”

“Andy-”

“Open it.”

You’re slow to rip of the paper and glance at Andy before opening the box. “Andy...”

“Do you remember the talk we had that night we went for ice cream? The first time we hung out?”

“You didn’t...oh Andy!”

“You said that, after dogs, butterflies make you the happiest. They’re so delicate, but also so strong, and they’re so light but also leave you with a good feeling. A butterfly is something so fleeting, but so everlasting.”

“Andy, this gorgeous, but it’s too much.”

“No it isn’t.”

“A diamond encrusted bracelet of butterflies-”

“Stop, you’re worth it. I know it makes you happy.”

“You didn’t have to-”

“I wanted to. I love you.”

“Andy, this is too much.”

“Do you like it?”

“I love it.’

“Then its not. Put it on, lets see it.”

You’re hesitant at first, but the second it’s on your wrist, there’s a smile painted on your face.

“Andy...”

“It looks great on you.”

“This had to cost-”

“Don’t worry about the cost. I saw it, thought of you, and decided you needed it. I’m not returning it, so just enjoy it.”

“You’re too good to me.”

“I’m not good enough,” he smirks before kissing you.

How is this real life?

As you suspected, all of Andy’s gifts are much more than you two agreed upon, and you feel foolish for not getting him more lavish gifts.

“You didn’t stick to the agreement at all,” you laugh as you open up your last gift from him; a brand new kitchen knife set.

“Listen, you you said your blades were getting dull and-”

“You didn’t have to put yourself into debt to get me new ones! I was gonna buy some soon, anyway!”

“I didn’t put myself into debt and now you don’t have to spend the money. Besides, the new briefcase that has ‘Attiucs Finch’ engraved in it? I don’t wanna hear it.”

“You’re annoying.”

“So are you,” he laughs before kissing your temple.

“Let me take my stuff upstairs and we’ll watch another movie,” you giggle as you get up and grab your bag.

“I’ll clean up while you do that. Do you liken your gifts?”

“I adore them almost as much as In adore you.”

“I really love making you happy.”

“Same here,” you smile before making your way out of the living room.

You get upstairs and take a deep breath as you get yourself ready for your next and final gift. Yeah, you know Andy thinks you’re beautiful, but you’ve never presented yourself to him like this. He’s usually ripping your clothes off or making you strip, but there’s always clothes on your body. And now? You’re going down there in just velvet red ribbon underwear, hoping he thinks you’re sexy as hell.

“You okay up there?” he calls with a small laugh as you put your Santa hat on.

“Yeah, I’m just getting your last gift together,” you respond, making your way down the steps.

“Funny you should say that, because I have...fuck,” he sighs as he looks you over.

“You’ve been a really good boy this year, daddy.”

“Sweetheart...holy shit.”

“I think you should be rewarded, don’t you?” you innocently ask as you straddle him.

“Baby-”

“Because I really think you should,” you moan, grinding your hips against his.

“Santa’s little whore, huh?” he grunts, gripping your hips and starting to move with you.

“I’m whatever you want me to be,” you promise with breathy sigh as he moans. “You like it, daddy? Your cock...it’s so hard! It feels like you do!”

“Jesus, sweet girl!”

“Wanna feel you,” you whimper, raising yourself just a little as you pull his sweatpants down just enough that you see him, stroking him a bit before lightly tracing the tip of his cock with your fingers. You smirk, getting just a bit of pre-cum on your fingers, bringing them to your lips as licking them softly.

“Sweet girl,” he growls with a warning tone.

“Just wanted a taste, daddy...oh fuck!” you mewl as you lower yourself down on his cock. “You fucking fill me so good, daddy!”

“Look at you,” he moans as you start to ride, “you look so beautiful when you take daddy’s fat cock!”

“Shit!”

“Daddy’s gonna destroy this perfect little cunt, but you gotta cum for me first.”

“F...fuck, you promise?”

“You’ve been such a good little girl today, it’s only fair that I-”

“Andy!” Laurie yells as she bangs on the door.

Andy’s quickly turns his head, but you force his attention back on you, “focus, daddy,” you coo softly as you pick up your pace.

“Andy!” Laurie calls again, a little louder and longer this time.

“Just focus, you wanna make me cum, don’t you daddy?”

“Fuck,” he groans as you take his hand and place it around your throat.

“You know what I need, daddy,” you whimper, “be a good boy and make me cum, please!”

“Sweet girl,” he grunts as his grip on your neck tightens.

“Andy, please!” Laurie begs pathetically.

“That’s it, daddy! Ri...right there! Oh God!” you mewl as squirt all over his cock.

“Fuck!” he broods as he fills you with his desire.

You both just sit there for a moment, breathing heavy and embracing each other, as Laurie continues banging on the door.

“Hands and knees. On the floor,” he demands hotly, looking up at you with lust filled eyes.

You don’t hesitate at all as Laurie’s banging finally settles down a little.

“Just can’t stop yourself from making a mess, can you?” Andy taunts as he thrusts himself inside you.

“Daddy!”

“And we just got that sofa, sweet girl.”

“ ‘m so sorry, daddy! Just felt so good! Fuck!”

“ ‘ts okay, baby. You look so fucking pretty under these fucking Christmas lights,” he huffs, slapping your ass hard, “cause you’re daddy’s gift, right?”

“Y...yes!” you sob, feeling your orgasm building up again.

“Andy, please just talk to me!” Laurie begs from the other side of the door.

“Feels too good, daddy! I need to-”

“Tsk tsk tsk, you know you only cum when daddy says so,” he chides, gripping your hair tight.

“Oh my God!”

“Jesus, I always forget how pathetic you get when you’re desperate to cum,” he chuckles darkly before dipping down and biting your neck.

“Daddy please!”

“I want her to hear you,” he husks against the shell of your ear as he starts to massage your clit.

“Fuck!”

                                                                                                                   “Makeher hear how much you love me.”

“Daddy!”

“Make her hear how much we love each other, because I love you so fucking much, sweet girl.”

“OH FUCK!” you cry out, squirting hard all over his cock, and you’re more than certain you’ve made a mess on the carpet.

“Such a good little whore,” he praises before pulling out and flipping you on your back.

“Daddy!”

“I know, sweet girl, I know,” he coos, gripping your hips and adjusting you a little before thrusting himself inside you again. “Daddy’s gonna take such good care of you.”

“You...you always, fuck! You always do,” you sob, pulling at the ends of his sweater. “Wanna see all of you, please!”

“Anything for you, sweet girl.”

If Laurie is still out there you can’t hear her.

Andy quickly discards his sweater before dipping down and pressing soft kisses to your collar bone.

“Oh God, please don’t stop, daddy!”

“You’re so fucking perfect, baby! Everything about you...”

“Fuck!”

“C’mere,” he broods before pulling you upright with him. “So fucking gorgeous.”

You look down at him as your hair falls in front of your face, taking in every bit of his hard, beautiful body. You’re sure that you’ll never see a more gorgeous man in your life, and you’re also sure that no one will ever make you feel as good.

His hand travels down between your bodies, and his fingers find your most sensitive spot and you know that everything happening tonight is real. He chooses you, he loves you, and he wants you.

He needs you.

“Too full, daddy! Too...oh God!”

“You can take a little bit more, babygirl,” he husks as he starts rubbing your clit faster.

“Daddy...please! I need it!”

“Gonna make you so fucking happy, sweet girl! Never gonna...fuck, never gonna be brokenhearted again!”

“Fuck! I’m gonna...fuck!” you mewl while clawing at his back.

“Jesus, sweet girl! Let go! Let go right now!”

You scream Andy’s name as your orgasm washes over you, clenching around him tighter when you feel his release filling you up.

Neither of you say anything. You just hold on to him tightly, trying to come down from your euphoria as well as trying to stay awake.

“You okay, babe?” he asks after a moment.

“Mhm.”

“Was I too rough?”

“No daddy.”

His phone buzzes and you whine in protest. “Just rest, sweetheart.”

“You said...you said you have another gift for me,” you breathe as his phone buzzes again. “You may as well answer her.”

“She can wait.”

“Clearly not.”

“Hey, come back to me,” he coos softly. “Don’t get upset over her. Not now, not tonight.”

“She’s just never gonna go away. She’ll always be around.”

“But that has nothing to do with us.”

“Andy-”

“Y/N, I love you. Whatever bullshit Laurie is dealing with is just that: her bullshit. It’s just you and me now.”

“You feel that way now-”

“I’ll always feel that way.”

You sigh and rest your forehead against his, “today was perfect. I love you, thank you.”

“I’d do anything for you.”

“What’s my other gift?”

“Oh,” he chuckles, “that. You’re gonna freak out, but don’t.”

“Andy, what did you do?”

“Well, you said you wanted us to go away together.”

“And?”

“You said wanted us to have our own ‘Roman Holiday’.”

“You didn’t!”

“Before you start yelling, it isn’t as expensive as you think it is and-”

“Andy! I said I would save up money!”

“You wanted it, so I wanted you to have it,” he says simply with a shrug.

You cup his face in your hands and kiss him like you’re afraid he’s about to leave you. His hold on you tightens, he deepens the kiss, and you feel him coming back to life.

“Andy,” you moan, grinding yourself against him as his phone buzzes again. “For fucks sake!”

“I’ll answer her and then I swear I’ll take care of you,” he groans, pulling out of you as you settle yourself underneath the Christmas tree.

Andy’s quickly gets his phone, and you undress yourself, deciding that clothes are no longer necessary for the rest of the night.

“What the fuck?” he mumbles as he starts making his way to the front door.

“What’s wrong?”

“More like, what’s right,” he counters as he opens the door. “There’s no fucking way...”

“Andy, what’s going on?”

“Holy shit!” he exclaims, grabbing something out of the mailbox before closing the door, turning to face you. “She signed the papers.”

“Are you serious? What did she say in the texts? Are you fucking serious?”

“A few choice words about you-”

“I can handle it.”

“Sweetheart-”

“Just read it, Andy.”

He sighs before unlocking his phone. “You and that little whore are disgusting, I hope you know that. Also, the whole block can probably hear you two, so that’s a nice gift for everyone on Christmas. I hope whoever the fuck she is that she’s worth all the hell you’re wreaking on our family. I just want you to know that when she walks away, I’ll be ready to take you back. I love you. Merry Christmas.”

“How did she even find our home?”

“Probably Jacob, cause she still doesn’t know that I’m with you.”

“I feel like there’s a catch. Laurie being selfless? It doesn’t add up.”

“Her signature is everywhere it needs to be, sweetheart. It’s finally fucking official,” he smiles at you.

Without giving it another thought, you’re on your feet, running over to him and jumping on him as soon as your arms are around him.

“This is real?”

“As real as it gets, sweetheart.”

“You still want me?”

“Ya know, I think I’ll use the next few hours to show you just how much I still want you. How much I’ll always want you,” he smirks before starting to run up the stairs as you start laughing.

In the back of your mind, you know this isn’t as simple as Laurie is making it seem, but for right now, you don’t care. You belong to Andy completely and he finally belongs to only you. Yes, he’s been telling you how you’re the only one for him, but this is different. It’s so much more. Yeah, you’re one step closer to pure and utter chaos, but you’re also one step closer an actual real relationship that’s truly worth all of the energy and stress you’ve put into it.

Merry Christmas indeed.

**

“I don’t wanna go back to my loft tomorrow,” you sigh as you rest your head on Andy’s chest, intertwining your fingers with his.

“Then just move in. This your home.”

“I know, but we haven’t told Jacob yet and...it’s gonna be hard, but we need to do it. We need to have that talk with him before we officially do anything.”

“He comes back tomorrow, so lets-”

“I’ve been thinking about that too,” you practically mumble as you make little circles on his chest with your pointer finger.

“Y/N.”

“Just hear me out. I’m not backing out of anything, or asking for more time. I just don’t want our vacation to be filled with me crying because Jacob hates me.”

“He won’t-”

“Don’t, Andy. Just don’t. He’s going to be furious with the both of us. I don’t want out first trip away together to be clouded by that.”

“Sweetheart, the trip isn’t until May.”

“I know, I know. So, if you still want to tell him when he gets back tomorrow, I’m fine with that.”

“No, you have a point,” he sighs. “He is gonna be furious and you’re gonna be beside yourself, and that’s something I don’t want. Especially during our very first trip together. I just don’t like keeping it from him.”

“Trust me, I feel the same, but the timing wasn’t right. It didn’t help that it took Laurie for-fucking-ever to sign the damn papers,”

“At least she signed them though, and that’s something to smile about,” he reassures you with a gentle squeeze.

“Yeah, you have a point. What did she agree to in the end?”

“She keeps the house, her car, we split our Savings and I keep whatever is in mine, she gets the furniture, and she gets to keep the timeshare we got in California.”

“You have a timeshare?”

“Had a timeshare,” he laughs, but he can sense your uneasiness. “Uh oh, what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“It’s stupid.”

“Talk to me.”

“There’s just so much...I don’t want you to feel like you have get me things because you have more than me.”

“Y/N-”

“And it’s not like I think you’re rich or anything, it’s just very obvious that you have more money than me and-”

“Hey, stop,” he chuckles softly. “I don’t buy you things because I think of you as some charity case. I do it because I love you and I love making you happy.”

“I’m just not used to being loved, Andy. I’m not used to being the girl that someone picks.”

“Well, take as much time as you need to get used to it,” he reassures you before kissing the top of your head.

“You really wanna face the world with me when all of this comes out?”

“I wanna face the world with you no matter what.”

“I love you, Andy.”

“I love you, Y/N. I love you more than you’ll ever know,” he whispers before pressing a soft kiss into your hair.

As you both lay in bed, looking up at the moon, you wonder just how well you both will handle the hell that’s about to come your way. You believe in the love that Andy has for you, and you know it’s stronger than anything you’ve ever felt, but the fear is still there, because who the hell ever chooses you? You’re terrified of pushing him away, but you don’t have a fucking clue in hell how to keep him close when it all becomes too much.

God, you really hope you don’t fuck this up.

Jacob’s P.O.V.

“What do you mean you’re going away?” I ask as you continue to pack.

“I just need to get out of here. I feel like I’m gonna lose my fucking my mind,” you huff, slamming a drawer shut.

It’s not like I haven’t noticed the changes in you since Sarah and I got back from vacation, but this just seems drastic.

Then again, your moods have been too.

You’re either extremely happy or severely distant. You either wanna be left alone or are desperate to hangout. You’re not you and for as much as I wanna ask you about it, Sarah keeps telling me that you’ll talk about it when you’re ready, and I know she’s right, but lately it feels like you’re a million miles away and I can’t reel you back in, no matter how hard I try. I hate that.

I hate feeling like it’s no longer me and you against the world.

“It’s just for a few weeks,” you mutter, throwing more close into your suitcase.

“It’s just my dad and now you-”

“What’s going on with your dad?”

“He told me that he got tickets for a vacation last week. Between work and all the shit with my mom, he just needs a break.”

“That makes sense.”

“Y/N, can you please just take a break and tell me what’s going on?”

“We’ll talk when I get back.”

“Y/N-”

“Jacob, its been a hell of a few months...a hell of a few years. I just need to finally do something for me.”

What aren’t you telling me?

“Y/N, what’s going on with you? I know you say that nothing’s changed between us, but it feels like it has. I don’t feel close to you anymore.”

“Jake-”

“You can’t tell me that you haven’t noticed a change in our friendship.”

“Of course there is! Both of our lives are changing! You’re planning a wedding!”

“And what about your life? What’s going on? Please talk to me!”

You’re hesitant before you answer me, “I might be moving when I get back. I don’t know, nothing’s been decided yet.”

“Moving? Where? Why?”

“It’s just time for a change. I feel like I need to uproot and start over. I’m not gonna be far, I’m just-”

“Are you moving in with someone?”

You’re hesitant again. “Why does it matter?”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Jake, whether I am or I’m not doesn’t concern you.”

“Why won’t you tell me?”

“Jake-”

“Is it my dad?”

“What the...why would you say that?”

“My mom’s been saying-”

“Don’t finish that statement,” you warn before walking over to your dresser and grabbing more clothes.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“We’ll talk about of it when I get back.”

“Why not now?”

“Because I don’t wanna fucking talk about it right now!” you snap, throwing your things down.

I’ve clearly hit some nerve, because you’ve never acted this way with me before.

“Y/N-”

“I just can’t do this right now. That’s all there is to it. There’s a lot going on that I don’t know how to deal with and I don’t know how to put them into words, so I just don’t feel like doing it now.”

“There was a time when you were okay with telling me everything, and now-”

“How are things with Sarah?’ you counter.

“What do you mean-we’re fine?”

“Then why aren’t off planning a wedding with her?”

“One, everything is on hold till you get back; not my decision, hers. Two, my best friend is icing me out-”

“I’m not icing you out, Jacob!”

“Listen, if you’re just over this friendship, just have the fucking decency to say it, because-”

“Jacob, just stop! Please...stop,” you sob.

Great, now I feel like an asshole.

“Y/N-”

“When I get back, okay? We’ll talk about everything when I get back, okay?”

“You could always talk to me before-”

“And I know I can now,” you interrupt with a heavy sigh, “I’m just tired of talking and planning right now. I need a break and then I’ll be back to myself.”

I can’t fault you for that. You’ve spent your whole life arguing and planning, it only make sense that you’re fed up.

But still.

“When you get back?”

“I promise, Jake.”

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Jacob. Just go home and rest, okay?”

Something is off, but there’s no use in pushing. Not when you’re like this.

All I can do is give you a kiss on the cheek before making my way out of your place. I guess I made it our home, which was fucked up on my part.

It’s not like I lied to my dad when I said that my feelings for you aren’t stronger than the love I have for Sarah, it’s just that you’ve always made me feel normal. Being my friend has never been easy, but you’ve never left my side. You’ve always defended me, gotten into actual fights, and have always believed me. Believed in me. Sarah and I separated at one point, and it’s not like I can blame her, but you...you’ve always been there. From the day that we met, you’ve never let my side.

I know that you’ll eventually meet someone and they’ll become the love of your life, and they’ll more than likely be older, but the way that my mother is going on about it being my father...you wouldn’t do that, would you?

I’m your best friend.

However, you didn’t deny it and that has me on edge. You probably haven’t noticed, but I see the way he looks at you, and I know you think he’s insanely attractive (like every other woman in this dumb little town). I can handle you being with someone else, but my dad?

What does he have that I don’t?

“Is everything okay?” Sarah asks as I make my way into our home; bridal magazines everywhere.

“She says so.”

“Baby, I’m sure whatever is going on, she’ll tell you when she gets back.”

“Her and my dad leaving on the same day? Even you have to notice that it’s a bit strange.”

“Babe-”

“Plus, every time I ask him about his girlfriend, he changes the subject, which is fucking weird since they’ve been dating for months.”

“Well, what did she say when you asked her?”

“She didn’t confirm it.”

“There ya go.”

“She also didn’t deny it.”

“If there’s anything to tell you, she will.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“Because I don’t care,” she scoffs with a shrug.

“Well, why not?!”

“Honey, they’re both adults. If they want to date, just let them, it’s really not a big deal.”

“So, you don’t care that Y/N might be the reason that my dad left my mom?”

“No, because you and I both know that the problems in your parents’ marriage didn’t start with y/n. I think that there’s a bigger issue here.”

“Not that shit again!”

“Jacob, just tell me-”

“I just want you, babe. I only want you.”

“Are you sure?”

“Sarah, you’ve been the one ever since I met you, and that’s not changing any time soon,” I promise with a smile.

It’s not like it’s a lie. Sarah is the only person I want to be with...I just need you to be with anyone but my dad. That’s not asking too much...is it?

Y/N’s P.O.V.

“We have to go to the Mouth of Truth before leave!” you whine as Andy picks you up and carries you into the villa you’ve both been staying at for a week and a half.

“We’re gonna go, I promise,” he laughs, “we’ve got two more days.”

“No, lets just stay here. Here is so much better.”

“I wish we could, sweetheart,” he sighs as his phone goes off. “For fucks sake.”

“Just ignore it.”

“You know I can’t,” he mutters as he sets you down before taking out his phone and answering it. “Hey bud, what’s up?”

For the most part, the vacation has been amazing. The villa Andy got you both is beautiful, you’ve been to almost every place you’ve seen in ‘Roman Holiday’ along with a few places that Andy’s always wanted to visit, the dinners you two have made for each other have perfect, and the sex has been remarkable.

That doesn’t mean it’s been smooth sailing.

Every day, Jacob calls you and Andy, looking for cracks in either of your stories, Laurie texts him non-stop, and Sarah has told you multiple times that she’s getting tired of Jacob’s obsession over the whole.

If things are this bad, you can’t even begin to imagine how much worse they’ll be when you two get home and tell everyone. However, you’re not home yet, and you’re determined to make the best of the last few days you two have left. You quickly slip into the blue lace lingerie you were saving for the last day of the trip, your skinny black heels, and let your hair done. You do a quick look over in the mirror before making your way downstairs.

“I’m sure she’ just taking a break from...,” Andy trails off once his eyes land on you, jaw dropping just a little.

Mission accomplished.

“I’m sorry, I got distracted,” he almost stutters as he clears his throat, “I’m sure she’s just taking a break...she is on vacation, Jake.”

“Hang up,” you mouth as you straddle him, starting to undo the button on his jeans.

“You said she seemed pretty stressed and frustrated when she was packing, so I would imagine....she has a lot going on. I’m sure she’ll tell you everything when she gets back...I’ve been working non-stop for 4 years, Jake. I just-” he gasps as you slide yourself down on him, “I-I needed a break. Your mother and I talked about gong away a lot, but....but we never did it.”

“Hang up,” you mouth again as you start to pick your pace, hitting that spot deep within that makes you come alive for him.

“Listen, when...when I get back home, you and I will have a lunch or dinner, and we’ll talk about everything...y-yes...yes, we can go to the diner,” he breathes as he grips your throat tight, “I’ll talk to you later and I’ll be home soon.”

“Daddy please,” you mouth, gripping his shoulders as your climax starts to build. “Need you so much.”

Andy’s eyes go wide as he watches you, memorized by the way you move your hips as you take your bra off, your mouth agape as you try to hold on.

“I gotta...I gotta go, okay? Yes Jacob, we’ll talk soon...I really gotta go...I love you too,” he grunts before finally fucking hanging up.

“Daddy!” you cry out come undone, leaning your forehead against his.

“Now, who told you to be a whore and pull that little stunt, huh?”

“I want all of your attention, daddy. This is our trip, isn’t it?”

“You don’t feel important?” he taunts as he wraps his arms around before getting up, “you don’t think you’re my main focus?”

“No,” you moan, wrapping your legs around him as the feel of him deeper inside of you starts driving you insane as he heads for up the stairs.

“I thought I was doing a good idea of that night after night.”

“Shit,” you moan, grinding yourself against him.

“And every morning when I wake you up by eating this perfect little pussy.”

“I just need...need you! Didn’t feel important,” you whine.

“Let daddy fix that,” he smirks, laying you down on the bed before fucking into you relentlessly. “Let daddy make you feel better!”

“Fuck!”

“My sweet, sweet girl.”

“Oh my God!”

“You’re so fucking beautiful, baby. God, I never get tired at looking you...at this perfect little body.”

“Fuck, I’m so...so close!”

“Yeah? You gonna be a good girl and cream on daddy’s cock?”

All you can do is nod.

“Use your words,” he growls, slapping your clit.

“Fuck! Yes...YES!” you cry out, gripping the sheets as your body trembles.

“Such a good girl,” he praises as he pulls out, “I want you to tell me how good you taste,” he coos as he slides two fingers inside of you.

“Fuck, daddy!”

“Tell me, baby,” he encourages as he smears your lips with your cum. “Daddy really wants to know.”

“So good,” you moan as you lick your lips.

“Yeah? I think I’ll find out for myself,” he smirks before getting on his knees.

“Fuck, you make...make me feel...shit!” you cry out, gripping his hair as uses three of his fingers fuck you, while he sucks and licks your clit. “So fucking good to me,” you moan.

You prop up yourself using one of your elbows and look down, meeting Andy’s intense gaze on you.

“I...I love you so much, Andy,” you brood, feeling that knot in your core tighten. “I only...only need...you!” you cry out, coating his fingers (and you’re sure his face) with your release.

Andy takes his time cleaning you up, keeping his eyes on you, before slowly peppering you body with the most soft and delicate kisses hes ever given you, as he makes his way up your body.

“Never been this in love with anyone,” he groans he pushes himself inside of you. “Never knew I could be this in love.”

“Andy!”

“You are everything to me. I’m gonna love you until...until my dying breath,” his promises as his movements start to become erratic.

Between your juices still glistening on his beard, his words, and the fact that he keeps hitting that spot inside of you that makes your whole body ignite, you feel yourself ready to come apart for the final part.

“Can’t...need to let go!”

“Do it, sweet girl! Give me everything!”

“Andy!” you sob, squirting all over his cock as you dig your nails into his back.

“Fuck!”

You both just stay there for a moment, living in the moment, and trying to commit to memory how perfect this moment is.

“I’m just tired of hiding, baby,” you breathe after a moment.

“I know sweetheart, I can’t wait to tell Jacob about us.”

“Do you mean that?”

“Sweetheart, it’s not going to be ideal, and I know we’ll have hell to pay, but I just want to be with you. That’s all I care about at this point. Hell or high water, we’ll finally be together for real. I’m in love with you and I want to finally express that the right way. Not just in private.”

“He’s gonna be so hurt, Andy.”

“I know, sweetheart, but he’ll get over it.”

“Can we just ignore our phones for the next few days? The trip is almost over and I don’t wanna deal with anything that’ll make us unhappy until we get back.”

“Sounds good to me, sweet girl. Come here,” he coaxes softly.

You move closer to him and lay your head on his chest, sighing in content as he wraps his arms around you.

There will never be a better feeling than being in Andy’s arms.

“Lets just do it when we get back. We can do dinner at our house and we’ll just...we’ll deal with it,” Andy suggests with a heavy sigh. “Our flight lands at 3:30...it’s time to get it over with. Tell Jacob then tell Laurie.”

“Oh God, Laurie.”

“Yeah, that’ll more than likely go worse than everything with Jacob.”

“What the fuck did we get ourselves into?” you laugh humorlessly.

“Love. We got ourselves into love.”

“You’re damn right we did,” you smile up at him.

For the rest of the trip, you and Andy ignore your phones and just focus on each other. You go site seeing, dancing, make love, watch ‘Roman Holiday’, make dinners, go out to the best restaurants, and just live in the moment. There’s no sense in pretending that going home won’t be chaotic, so you both decide that it’s best to just live in the moment until it’s time to go back.

Until it’s time to deal with the consequences of your actions.

“Andy, are you sure-”

“Honey, I know all of this is scary, but I’m not changing my mind. It’s gonna be rough, it’s gonna suck, but we’ll get through it,” he interrupts as you both lay in bed and stare up at the ceiling.

“I just want you to be sure that you want this. Want us. Want me.”

“I’m never gonna change my mind, sweetheart. I’m all in forever. Are you?”

“You’re the only one for me. Always have been and you always will be.”

“Just don’t forget that we have each other, okay? No matter how chaotic it may seem, you have me and I have you.”

“You don’t forget either.”

“It’s you and me,” he smiles down at you. “It’s me and you until the end.”

As you both lay in bed, trying to calm your nerves about heading back tomorrow, you know that you both have the same question on your mind: how the fuck do we approach this?

“Lets do dinner at the loft,” you suggest, catching yourself as you’re about to fall asleep.

“Hm?”

“I think it’ll soften the blow. Us telling him that we’re together and that we’re living together? It’s gonna be too much at once.”

“But you’re moving in-”

“No, I know, but lets just take it one thing at a time. If we tell him we went on vacation together, have been dating for a while, and live together, he’s gonna lose his shit.”

“You’re making a more than good point and that’s annoying.”

“Trust me, I don’t like it either. He knows that I’m moving and I’m sure that he’ll put two and two together once we tell him, but I think the visualization will be too much for him.”

“Alright, we’ll tell him at the loft and you’ll finally move home the next day?”

“I promise.”

“Then we better get some sleep. We have an early flight.”

“Sounds good...I love you, Andy.”

“I love you, Y/N.”

As you both settle into bed, anxiety at an all time high, you hope and pray that telling Jacob won’t be as bad as you think it will be.

Yeah, he’ll be hurt and annoyed, but he’ll hopefully get over it quick...right?

You drift off to sleep with that thought leading and you can only pray to God that you’re right.

Please, just this once, let things not be painful.

**

“What time are they coming over?” Andy yawns as gets out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist, sitting next to you on the sofa.

“One, get dressed,” you laugh, “two, you need a damn nap.”

“I’m fine.”

“You know I can see you, right? That’s bullshit, you need rest.”

“It’ll just fuck up me adjusting to the time change. Lets watch something that’ll keep me awake.”

“Or, you can take a nap and store up your energy.”

“There is never going to be enough sleep in the world for me to tell my son that I’m in love with his best friend.”

“That’s fair.”

“What are you watching?”

“ ‘Chicago’”

“Of course you are,” he laughs as he wraps an arm around you. “What time will they be here?”

“In two hours.”

“Shit, okay.”

“Just take a deep breath, baby. At least we’ll tell him and have it out of the way. Like you said last week, he won’t be angry with you forever.”

“He won’t be angry with you forever, either.”

“I’m not worried about me. I can handle him hating me, I just want you two to be okay.”

“Sweetheart-”

“I mean it, Andy. Your relationship with him is more important than mine.”

Andy says nothing. He just cups your face and kisses you passionately, and you let yourself get lost in it.

Lost in him.

It’s not like you two mean to get carried away, but it’s so hard for you two to contain yourselves. Soon enough, the kiss leads to you two making out, making out leads to you straddling him and grinding yourself against him, which leads to you on your knees and blowing him, which is why your clothes and the towel he was wearing are now on the floor and he’s fucking you senseless.

“Oh my God!’ you whimper as Andy picks up his pace as he sits up.

“You take my fucking cock so well, sweet girl!”

“Daddy!”

“No one has ever been take me as well as you do, not even her,” he grunts and smirks when you clench around him.

You’ll never admit it outloud but you love it when he tells you how much better you are at pleasing than Laurie ever was. Yes, it’s mean petty, and a bit sick, but fuck all if it doesn’t make you feel all that much more special and important to him.

“You got so fucking wet just from sucking daddy’s cock! Should’ve tasted this perfect little pussy before I started fucking it!”

“Oh my...fuck!’

“Got your fucking cream all over my fucking cock! God, wish you could see...shit, you I could stay in this fucking cunt all day!”

“Daddy!’

“I should film me fucking you, just so you can see just how well this greedy little cunt takes my cock!”

“Please!” you mindlessly beg, with one hand clawing at the bed and the other clawing at his chest.

“Of course my good little whore wants to me film me filling up this pretty little pussy,” he smirks devilishly before slapping your clit.

“Jesus...fuck!”

“I’ll fill this pussy then, while I fuck your ass, you can watch how wrecked you looked while I fucked this sweet little cunt. You want that, sweet girl?”

You’re too blissed out to answer. Andy spits on your on your already soaked and sticky cunt, before starting to massage your clit.

“Can’t...can’t...daddy please!”

“You don’t cum until you answer me,” he husks. “Do you want to record us? Do you wanna watch how well you take daddy’s fat cock while I fuck your perfect little ass?”

“Yes! Yes, I wanna see how well...how I take your cock, daddy! How good I am at pleasing you!”

“Fuck, and the way your perfect tits bounce with every thrust! You’re so fucking perfect, sweet girl! Ya know, daddy thinks he’ll record you soaking the bed,” he chuckles before grabbing his phone off your nightstand.

You two always take it too far.

“Look at the camera, baby. Fuck, those tears! Feel too good sweet girl?” “Yes daddy! I need to...I need to let go!”

“Such a good little whore, keep your eyes on the camera as you cum, sweet-”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Jacob exclaims as he bursts through the door.

And busted.

“Jacob, get out!” Andy yells, instantly covering you as you cum hard and squirt all over Andy’s cock and the bed.

This is definitely in the top three moments you never want relieve or remember in your life.

“You fucking said-”

“Go wait in the kitchen! Get out!” Andy yells as you bury your face in the crook of his neck in an attempt to hide.

Jacob huffs before slamming your bedroom door shut. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go at all.

“Looks like someone found his key to my place,” you mutter as you fight off your tears.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?”

“Why? Why the fuck did we have to get carried away now?!”

“I’ll go out there and-”

“No, we’ll go together. I just...I need a moment.”

“I’m so fucking sorry, sweetheart.”

“This isn’t on you. You didn’t force me into anything; I wanted you. I always want you. I knew they were coming and I still...fuck!”

“We can do this another-”

“No, he’s already seen...we may as well just deal with this now.”

“Are you sure, sweetheart?”

“I’m all in,” you smile up at him weakly.

Andy cleans you up and the both take your time getting dressed, not sure how the hell you’re going to approach the current situation at hand. You pull on the AC/DC sweatshirt Andy got you and the Boston College sweatpants Jacob got you, while Andy opts to only wear a pair of black sweatpants.

If the situation weren’t what it is, you would drag him back to bed, but there’s obviously no time for that.

“Does anyone want a drink?” you ask as you two finally make your way out of your room.

“I’ll take one,” Sarah mumbles as she leans against the kitchen island.

“We need to talk about-”

“We’re definitely gonna talk about it. Do you want a drink?” you interrupt Jacob as you pull two glasses out of the cabinet.

“You’re acting like-”

“I’m not acting like anything, Jacob. You and I are about to have a talk about how I’ve been dating your father and in love with him for a while. I’m gonna have a fucking drink. How about you? Do you want something that’ll help the sting or do you wanna have this talk completely sober?” you ask, finally turning your attention to him.

He’s thoughtful before he speaks, “yeah, I guess I’ll take that drink.”

“You?” you ask as you turn to Andy.

“Yeah, I think I will, sweetheart.”

You pour the four of you a tall glass of bourbon, before handing them all out and standing at Andy’s side.

“So...lets have it out. Lets talk about...your father and your best friend,” you mutter before taking a sip of your drink. “Lets talk about your father and your best friend being in love.”

~~

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[latibvles]

i cant believe i didn’t ask this sooner but what do you think the dynamics would be like between the mouse hole girls and daisy?

I feel like that one clip of Stitch maniacally laughing on top of a hill over this ask, anon. THIS IS A FUN ONE!!! THIS IS A V E R Y FUN ONE !! I'll go down the list for this one. more beneath the cut!! this would be in some... AU where Daisy works at the hospital at Thorpe Abbotts, I imagine, which funnily enough I have written before, so everyone thank Merc for that one :)

VIVIAN: Okay so I feel like this one is complicated because most of Vivian's relationships are just that: complicated. Little Miss "Keeps People At Arms Length Because She Was Raised To Believe She's Innately Broken" meets Little Miss "I Slapped My Father Before I Marched Off To War." Viv is notoriously bad at letting herself be taken care of while she meanwhile takes care of everyone else. Daisy looks at people like this and goes "CHALLENGE ACCEPTED." I think it'd take them a while before they could call each other friends but there's definitely a deep level of respect there.

WILLIE: I think that it's just a smidgen easier for them because Willie isn't as guarded as Viv is — she's just quiet. But when Willie is wounded after the second Bremen raid, in that recovery period? Daisy's a big help physically and emotionally (everyone but one member of Willie's crew flew Munster, mind you, and Willie has to cope with losing eight of her friends — her crew). This is also like... right on the cusp of Daisy losing her brother. But there's something about a nurse who goes above and beyond for the people in her care and Daisy's always been that. They'd have a very quiet understanding of one another after suffering tragedies.

INEZ: Girls who are both too humble to function (at first) keep giving each other compliments. That's the energy from them. Inez honestly probably reminds Daisy of Patty in a lot of ways and in that way Daisy's pretty... patient? With her? Inez isn't getting hurt too often so I don't think that she's a frequent visitor of the hospital but when Daisy's poking around the interrogation hut like Smokey's little shadow she does check in. Inez feels relief knowing they're all in good hands.

FERN: Lest we forget that Daisy is bisexual and Fern loves to flirt — you are flustering her, Miss Carmine. Truly. Not a frequent visitor of the hospital, more often seeing Daisy at the Officer's Club. Likes to get in on the Nurse gossip especially about the pilots and Daisy finds it a little amusing. I wouldn't put it past Fern to try and set Daisy up on a date of some kind, either, or at least try to gauge how Daisy feels about.... certain members of the 100th [ *loud screaming from Ron, distantly* ].

LENA: My god, the Banter. Like I said before in the Andy & Lena headcanons Lena is... not a shy individual. And she is more than happy to sing Daisy's praises. Throw the arm around her shoulders at the Officer's Club and remind everyone that they'd crash and burn without her. Also calls Daisy "gorgeous" sometimes to tease. Big appreciator, they're two team players and Lena is someone who is determined to make sure those who deserve it get their flowers.

CARRIE: Baby deer :( And also was severely wounded during the first raid on Bremen — Daisy is there for her in every way that matters during that recovery period. Changing bandages, sitting at her bedside, and when her cremates (most often Harrie) come to see her Daisy will be the last person to kick them out. Daisy knows in a way a lot of people may not get, how it feels to be a soft-hearted person and trying to find yourself and find your voice. She has a big soft spot for Carrie.

LORRAINE: Ah, you remind me of my stateside childhood best friend / sort-of-ex-situationship! No but genuinely I think it's harder for Daisy to get a... feel for Lorraine, as it tends to be because Lorraine keeps people at a distance and isn't especially souped to get all buddy-buddy with people. But there is a respect there — for what Daisy does, for how she takes care of people. Lorraine will voice her thanks but she's not especially loud like Lena is.

JOSEPHINE: Boston girls!!! Girls who mother-hen their friends!!! Good God these two would unironically be best friends because they just have so much in common it's kind of funny. Of course, Josie is the middle of five children and is still actively breaking from her mold, whereas Daisy's parents were extremely supportive of her wanting to go to college and have some independence. But still, the ties that bind etc. They talk often, and have 100% made plans to meet up when they're stateside.

HARRIET: Whereas Lena is all banter and teasing about it — I think Daisy looks at Harrie and sees like... pure sunshine, which is what she is for quite some time. Harrie is the type to hug Daisy after a simple patch-up, and Harrie 100% calls Daisy "Doc" which makes her laugh, because Smokey is the doctor. She's very endeared by the praises even when it flusters her. Daisy has also been dragged onto the dance floor by Miss Harriet

JUNE: Dog that bites meet girl offering you the lunch meat in her sandwich. They have a unique relationship because June gets into the most fights out of all the girls — requiring patch-ups, requiring someone (Viv, or Benny, or another officer) waking her up because they know that Daisy isn't in the business of getting people written up. It's love and hate almost because June doesn't know if she could ever be soft like that; maybe there's a little envy there. But Daisy has never once scolded or shamed June for the situations she gets herself into. She's patient and can handle June's sour attitude so long as June lives to dish it to her

[dearabby1990]

Chapter 26: I’d do anything for you

This has without a doubt been the best night over your life Eddie bribed the dj for the night to play what he knows is your song Journey “foolish heart” starts to play he takes your hand & you both give each other a knowingly look “thank you Eds for.. for everything for being you for having me & for tonight I’ll never forget it that’s for sure” he smiles kissing you as you both sway to the beat of the song. The night is getting closer to the end & you all even had a large group dance you Eddie & all the boys. Heading back to the table for the night laughing and talking you all get some punch & sit to shoot the shit when you hear a voice from behind you “Well… well well what do we have here Hawkins own freak table gee I didn’t even think you guys would have the balls to even show your face here you do know nobody wants you here right” your face is on fire & your brain is going a mile a minute flashbacks of that horrible night you wouldn’t dare let Eddie experience that not if you can help it. You see Eddie jaw clenched at this boys words before Gareth speaks “Jason why don’t you just leave us the hell alone & quit being a dick all the fucking time!” Jason looks amused & a laugh rumbles from deep in his chest “ohh & what do we have here be careful gorgeous he they worship the devil & probably want to use you for a human sacrifice” you can’t take another word from this kid & you won’t dare let him ruin Eddie’s prom you jump up from your seat “Listen pencil dick I don’t know what your major malfunction is but if you don’t get the fuck away from us & this table i swear you’ll be sorry!!” Eddie is standing up to keep you from lunging at Jason has he looks at you eyes wide face beet red “You…! You fucking bitch!” Before you knew it your instincts took over your heel landing right between Jason’s legs kicking him in the groin & picking up the server tray from your tables food & smacking it over his head as hard as you could. “Eat shit asshole!!” The boys all stare in bewilderment gareth yells “holy shit!! I think we should get out of here GO GO GO GO!!!” Eddie snatched up your hand making a beeline for the door Steve & robin aren’t far behind all running like bats out of hell while Jason lays on the floor cupping himself in pain and Andy screaming “you fucking freaks!” You whip your head around just before reaching the door “kiss my ass trust fund baby!!” Jeff cackles as you all head to your vehicles robin seems very proud “That was so awesome he so deserved that!” Gareth agrees “It was a long time coming you fucking rule Watts!!” Eddie pulling you into a hug “you’re absolutely insane nobody’s ever done that for any of us before I think I’m fully head over heels in love with this girl!” He points at you Steve shakes his head amused “we better get the hell out of here before they all come barreling out here for payback” you all hop in your ride for the night while the hellfire boys pile into Jeff’s dads van they pull up to your ride honking with all the windows down gareth hanging out the window “HEY JAMIE!!! WELCOME TO THE FAMILY!!” You beam with pride now knowing family isn’t always blood but the people who are in your life right now you want in your life forever. Eddie’s words earlier replaying in your head until you’re snapped out of your thoughts “hey princess I’m gonna drop these two off first do you want me to take you to yours or..?” You know for sure what you want out of all this but not sure how or when to go about what you’re thinking & feeling so for the second you’re just living in the moment “uhhh.. well it’s a weekend so you don’t have anything to do tomorrow right or are you busy if you are it’s totally fine” as you play with your bracelet not making any eye contact. “I’m not busy at all tomorrow… hey.. hey look at me” you slowly lift your head “whatever you wanna do I’m okay with” he holds your hand the remainder of the ride dropping off Steve & robin & heading to your place. Pulling into the driveway your trying to build up the courage “So.. I-I was wondering if maybe you’d want to stay tonight… with me??..”

[spirallingstarcases]

im curious abt the piano in the woods 👀👀

oooo okay so this one is a peterick fic where pete’s a spirit tied to this magical piano in the woods (hence. yeah) and i was gonna have patrick stumble upon this piano and like. fall in love with it because it’s a gorgeous piano and we all know he can’t resist a musical instrument. and one day while he’s playing it, this guy (pete) shows up and he’s very mysterious but then it gets revealed that pete is a nature spirit and patrick moves the piano into his house and through the power of love they form a band and whatnot etc etc.

snippet 🔽

Deep in the woods, shaded by trees stretching miles high, surrounded by thick bushes, and creeping with ivy, is a standing piano. It’s a dark, brassy brown, with weathering keys made of ivory, and lovingly carved fleur-de-lis and oak leaves set into its panels. The wood is weathered and faded in places where the sun frequently rests, but the lacquer hasn’t lost its sheen, and it’s always in tune.

It sits, nestled into the brush and the grass and the dirt, and waits.

Patrick is so close to shoving his foot up this lady’s ass, and resisting the urge is making his neck sweat.

“I’m truly, truly sorry, but due to the shipping delay, we won’t have oat milk again until tomorrow,” he explains for the eighteenth fucking time.

“This is an outrage,” the lady screeches. Her neck stretches higher as she attempts to posture up to him, like an extendable straw. “This is-is—This is against my rights!”

Patrick sighs. She’s been raving about rights and outrages and calling the police (over oat milk? seriously?) for eleven minutes and thirty four seconds now, and Patrick is about to just give up and launch fair trade paper cups at her until she leaves. “I’m sorry, ma’am. Could I recommend the Starbucks two blocks over? I’m sure they have the services you are looking for.”

“Y-You!” She splutters. Her face is bright red and glistening with effort and misplaced rage, and there’s spit all over Patrick’s counters.

Finally, finally, Patrick’s replacement walks in through the belled doors.

“Hi,” Andy calls out. “Sorry about the wait. You said there’s a problem with a customer?” Patrick could kiss Andy right about now. Andy Hurley, co-owner of Groove Beans Cafe (<- no), is wearing a worn tank top that shows off all of his muscles and heavily tattooed skin, his signature basketball shorts are hiked up on his waist so his thigh tattoos are also as visible as possible, and he’s holding a black baseball bat that’s chipped at the edges.

The lady takes one look at him, pales dramatically, and leaves. Not even a good-fucking-bye, Patrick thinks. Not that he wants her to continue talking for even one more second.

“You are a fucking god-send,” Patrick praises.

Andy shrugs and slips his hoodie back on. It’s embroidered with a little coffee cup, and it’s got both their initials on it. “Couldn’t leave you to the sharks. Besides, I could feel the tip jar getting full.”

Patrick sends a flat stare as Andy looks into the “tip jar” (a giant mug with I <3 UR MOM hand painted on it) and shakes it so the coins clink. “For someone who’s so against capitalism,” Patrick says, “you sure love money.”

[andvys]

Robin hasn’t come to see you, she didn’t apologize and she didn’t say goodbye either, not in person and not on the phone. It broke your heart a little, despite what happened, you still consider her your best friend even if you aren’t hers anymore.

okay fuck you then robin 🤨 nance is my girl now 🫶

A smile appears on your face as Eddie starts playing the next song, he winks at you as he mouths ‘for you, baby.’ 

uhuhu we get songs now?? i love being a rockstars gf

“I’m Drew,” he says as he holds his hand out for you.

oh hell no drew i can see he's the one who's gonna catch my hands

He licks his lips, chuckling, “you’re kind of a bitch, you know that right?”

you're kind of asking for a whooping bro 🤨

He leans closer to you and puts the half empty bottle on the table before he places his cold hand on your thigh.

HELL NO WHAT IS THIS BITCH DOING

This guy is shorter than Drew but he definitely packs more muscles than him and Steve.

not him and his little pitbull 😭

The bartender looks at you in confusion as you walk towards him, “you got a gun?” you ask.

DAMN OKAY THATS VERY JAMES BOND OF HER

The older man nods, turning to look at Drew, he glares at him, “get your ass up, we’re leaving.”

yes you better be creep 💅

“You need to see a doctor,” you mumble, you avoid looking into his eyes as you cup his cheeks, eying the wounds, “you might have a concussion.”

this man has experienced so many ass whooping idk how he doesn't have concussions all the time

But god, Steve wants you so bad.

well what can i say... we're just irresistible like that 😌

“Oh, don’t worry, it wasn't the first time someone called me that,” you say as you briefly look into his eyes.

OOOOOOOOO TELL HIM GIRL!!

“I don’t think you ever loved me, Steve. You are just scared of ending up alone. You always knew that it wouldn’t work out with any of your girls and you knew how much I loved you, you knew you would never be alone with me there,” you say, trying to blink the tears away.

oof the call out 🤭

“I-I was scared to end up like him… my father. I didn’t want to hurt you the way he hurt my mom, he constantly cheats on her, I didn’t want to do the same to you when we’d start dating. I-I thought that if I did all of this now, then I wouldn’t feel the urge to be with anyone else later on. But, I didn’t realize that I was already hurting you.”

bro.... that's even worse steve 😭😭

Tears fall from his eyes, his eyes show nothing but sadness and heartbreak but he nods in understanding and he gives you a sad smile, “I get it,” he whispers, “I’m sorry for everything.”

i mean... karma? 😳

“I don’t forgive you.”

OH SHIT SHE IS RUTHLESS HAHA

“I… I don’t love you anymore, Steve.”

SHE JUST KEEPS GOING BRO

He kisses your forehead, letting his lips linger for a moment as he closes his eyes.

oh how bad he fumbled huh 🤭

Everybody leaves him.

now he can feel like y/n 😙

“Shit baby…. you wanna make me a real daddy huh?”

eeeeeEEXUCE ME 😳😳😳

“We could make things work, you know?” he whispers. 

SORRY?????

ANDY... what is going on in that gorgeous mind of yours huh? 🤭 CANT WAIT FOR MORE I AM ADDICTED

I'M DYING OVER THE "not him and his little pitbull" I FUCKING CANT LMFAOO

And omg ikr? He always ends up in the worst fights but walks away with just scratches and bruises 😭

R finally stood up for herself and told him off 😌

He definitely lost a goooood thing here

And hhehehe Eddie for sure wants to be a daddy 😏 & the last line might not be what you think........

I'm so happy you like it so much 🥺❤️

[ao3feed-larry]

Lacy Little Secret

by hazzahtomlinson

He pulled on the door, it opened with ease so he started talking, “Okay, I got the blue ones.” While he sat in the seat and pulled the door shut, reaching behind him for the seat belt. “I was stuck between the pink and blue but the lace on these was more my style you—.”

“Erm— sorry?” A soft, raspy, one thousand percent not Niall’s voice said. “Not sure I’ve met a man who likes lace.”

Harry’s head snapped over and— oh shit. “You’re not Niall.” Jesus fuck. He sure as hell wasn’t Niall, but he was the most gorgeous man Harry had ever seen. Soft, brown hair with a bit of gray, beautiful blue eyes full of confusion, and a bit of scruff littered the man’s sinful chiseled jawline.

“Excellent observation.” The other man teased, one eyebrow raised.

“Um—.” He gulped, face flushed. Fuck. He’d just mentioned buying panties to a total stranger who was hot as fuck. How does one go on from that?

  Or Harry learned a very valuable lesson that day: always check to make sure it’s the right car before getting in.

Words: 5908, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: One Direction (Band)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Harry Styles, Louis Tomlinson, Liam Payne, Niall Horan, Zayn Malik, Andy Samuels

Relationships: Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Additional Tags: Strangers to Lovers, Stag Nights & Bachelor Parties, Banter, christ this is pure filth, Embarrassment Kink, mild choking, Daddy Kink, Degradation, there's only one bed, Oops, Dom/sub Undertones, Teasing, Fluff, Smut, Harry Styles Wears Lace, love that that’s a tag, um, I think that’s all

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[beefybuckrrito]

Ate My Heart

You meet someone unexpected on a night out

Pairing: Soft!dark Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

Work count: 3.7k

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, a/b/o dynamics / omegaverse, fingering, slight chasing, dirty talk, unprotected sex

Author's note: okay this has been bouncing around in my head for weeks and I finally pulled it together. Heavily inspired by Monster by Lady Gaga and Andy Barber's deliciousness. Huge shoutout to @mjolnir-steve for hyping me up and beta-ing this for me!! Love you baby ❤ last but very much not least comments and reblogs are always appreciated. Enjoy!!

It was a pretty nice place, nicer than a lot of places your friends have taken you. Despite being more upscale, it still reeked of alpha and you were glad your suppressants allowed you to pass as a beta for the most part. It helped you avoid trouble, unlike your friends who weren’t on suppressants and loved getting wooed by alphas. Even if it was only for one night or they almost got marked, they made their choice and you made yours, and you respected each other for it. Little did you realize, trouble had been watching you from across the club since the moment you walked in.

“Something tells me that I’ve seen him before,” your friend softly spoke as her eyes flickered to your right. Your attention was brought across the room to the VIP section, where an alpha with dark hair and full, dark beard deep in conversation with another man caught your eye. “We might’ve fucked, not really sure. Don’t quite recall...” She rolled her eyes and took a long sip from her second drink in the maybe 20 minutes you had been there.

“Oh, you fucking wish!” Your other friend cackled and threw back a shot. “He’s gorgeous, but he is not your type.” She scanned the room for a second before setting her gaze on a tall blonde man with a combination of the broadest shoulders and smallest waist you’ve ever seen. “Now that is your type. Go get ‘em, lady.” Your friend giggled and slid off of her barstool, sauntering her way over to the neatly clean-shaven alpha.

“Look at him, though. He sure is something.” You glanced back at the bearded man, glad that he hadn’t noticed you looking. “You don’t think Jamie has been with him, do you?”

“No way. You can almost feel that presence from here and you know no matter how drunk she got, she’d remember that.” Your friend lowly whistled and shook her head. “And since when are you looking? Miss I-only-get-with-betas-to-save-myself-from-a-headache?” She pointedly looked at you, eyebrows raised.

“Don’t look at me like that.” You playfully shoved her shoulder. “There’s just something about him. I don’t know.” You shrugged and tipped your head back to finish your drink.

Once you started to loosen up, you made your way onto the dance floor, smoothly weaving between bodies and moving to the music. You were quickly separated from your friend, but you knew it was bound to happen. Sure she could handle herself, you let it be. You danced with a few men and women, the heat radiating off of everyone causing the mixture of alpha and omega scents to swirl around you, giving you an extra buzz. The hair on the back of your neck pricked up before a pair of hands softly settled on your hips, pulling your attention from the pretty beta who was about to press her thigh between yours. “You look good enough to eat, beautiful.”

“Paws off.” You snipped and spun around, only to be face to face with the alpha you had ogled before. His breath was on your face and his scent filled your nose. Your mouth watered a bit.

“Forgive me.” The man dropped his hands but stayed just as close, flashing a wide smile. “May I?”

“We can dance, but that’s it.” You stepped closer and rolled your body against his. You wanted to be firm, no alphas. The whole idea of getting caught up in each other’s scents and having to worry about heats and ruts was never appealing to you. His hands found their way back to your hips and you liked how they felt through the fabric of your dress. He also smelled good. Really good. No alphas. No matter how good they smell. Stop thinking about those hands in other places. Stop it! You reached up to rest your wrists on his shoulders, your fingers playing with the collar of his shirt. His hands ran up and down your sides, careful not to go too high or low.

“My name is Andy,” he murmured in your ear. Despite how warm you felt in the middle of the dance floor, a shiver ran through you when his beard brushed the shell of it. You tried to fight it and you knew he noticed when you heard him chuckle. You made sure your voice was level before giving him your name.

Two songs passed and it was time to get away from him before your dumb little hindbrain tried to start convincing you otherwise. “It’s been lovely, Andy, but I need a breather,” and you slipped out of his grasp without another word. You zigzagged through the crowd trying to make it more difficult for him to follow before you made your way to the restroom.

You locked the door behind you and leaned against the sink. Wettinga paper towel, you wiped the coolness over the back of your heated neck. His presence was strong and you felt yourself getting wet at the thought of going back to him. No. You only had a few slow breaths to yourself before there was a knock, "Just a minute." You straightened yourself out before unlocking the door. Before you could even turn the knob, the door was pushed open and the huge, warm chest you’d been pressed against only moments ago rushed against you. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"I smelled you from across the whole club. I can only imagine what you'll be like off of those suppressants." The tall alpha shut the door and backed you across the room. He brought his hand up to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. You ducked your head down, your face growing hot with anger and embarrassment, refusing to look anywhere but at him. He shouldn't have followed you. And you shouldn't like that he had. "What's got you so bent out of shape, omega? You think I couldn’t find you in this silly little chase? Aren't you happy to draw an alpha in like your little friends? It smells like you are..."

You had nowhere else to go as your back hit the wall. You could handle being out in the crowd where all of the scents mixed together, but here, his clean and earthy scent was concentrated in a cloud hanging around your head. Taking a deep breath in an attempt to calm yourself, his delicious scent filled your nose and made you relax, but the hand he brought up to cup your face brought your attention and hard glare up at him. “I don’t fuck alphas.” You gasped as his hand shifted to grasp your face, his thick and well manicured fingers softly digging into your cheeks.

“That’s right, omega. Alphas are supposed to fuck you.” He leaned forward, watching your pupils grow large despite the angry brows sitting above them. He could tell you wanted him as he wanted you, but he could also see you weren’t going to give in so easily.

“Oh, are they? I wouldn’t know anything about that.” You countered, knowing you probably looked ridiculous with his fingers still squishing your cheeks. He was persistent, and you liked it. He wasn’t angry with your behavior, different from most of the alphas that ever tried to pursue you.

“So you’re telling me you’ve never had that sweet pussy stretched by a knot before.” He released your face and ducked his head down, humming as he deeply breathed in the scent of your wetness and nipped at the shell of your ear. “Then you’re going to be in for a real treat.”

“Who said anything about you knotting me?” You turned your head to look at him, pulling your ear away from his lips.

“I know you want it. Do you think I didn’t catch you looking at me before either? Probably whispering to your friends how you changed your mind about alphas. I was watching you, too.” He stepped even closer to you, his thigh pressing between yours and pushing the fabric of your dress up. You could feel how close he was to your heat and you clenched around nothing, more slick leaking out of you at his words. “See? So wet for me already.” He pushed his thigh up against your sex, slowly grinding it back and forth.

You couldn’t help the small whine that crept out from the back of your throat and you pushed a leg forward until you felt the hardness of his erection against you. “You like chasing omegas who want nothing to do with alphas?” You rolled your hips against him, granting you both friction.

“I like a challenge.” His lips ghosted down your neck, briefly hovering over your mating gland to gently scent you. It was exciting for him to go after you, to feel like he really needed to work for it. Knowing he may be the first alpha to have you made pride flare in his chest, and he emitted a low purr as he continued to nuzzle into your neck. He liked the way you moved under him.

“Well, then your next challenge should be getting me back to your place if you want to knot me so badly. You are not fucking me in this bathroom.” You leaned forward to nip at his earlobe, mirroring his actions from before. In an instant, he had an arm wrapped around your waist and he was ushering you to the door through the crowd. You think you caught him growling at any alphas you passed by and it turned you on even more.

The next few minutes were a blur as you and Andy rushed down the sidewalk and into the subway station, his arm never leaving your waist. He kept dipping his head down, his nose bumping into your”s before you’d turn your head away, teasing him with a giggle. He continued his attempts, pulling you closer each time, starting to pepper your jaw and cheeks with kisses since you wouldn’t allow him your mouth. It wasn’t until you reached the back of a subway car that you allowed Andy to pull you into his lap and kiss you for the first time. His kisses were slow and deep, his facial hair pressing into your skin as he took his time getting you to open up for him, his tongue and teeth grazing your lips. Once you parted your lips, he was on you more than ever before, cradling your head in both hands and pushing his tongue into your mouth to taste you. It was almost a tender moment, but you still wouldn’t give into him that easily. You broke the kiss, dipping your head to lick a long stripe from the collar of his shirt to behind his ear, gently biting at his lobe when you got there. He growled and stood up as the train came to a stop, making sure you didn’t fall in the process. You both rushed to his apartment and tumbled through the door.

“How attached are you to this dress?” Andy mumbled into your neck, his fingers digging into the fabric as he grabbed your hips.

“Just buy me a new one later.” You carded your fingers through his hair and purred at the wet kisses he pressed around your mating gland. The sound you made caught you off guard and you whipped your head up in confusion and embarassment

“Purring for me, my little omega? How cute.” He chuckled and grasped the fabric of your dress, slowly tearing the fabric to reveal your skin. The fabric fell to your feet and you were left in your bra, panties, and heels. The way Andy’s eyes raked over your body raised your temperature and a fresh wave of arousal coursed through you, further soaking your underwear. He breathed in your sweet scent and began placing kisses across your chest, his hands coming up to cup your breasts through your bra.

“Not yours.” You quipped before moaning as he pinched your nipples through the fabric. He trailed his hands up your shoulders and snapped your bra straps against your skin before wrapping his arms around you and undoing the clasp. Your breasts were freed and Andy’s mouth was immediately on them, covering the soft skin in all of the nips, kisses, and licks he could muster.

“Not yet.” He retorted against your nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened bud. He loved the way you responded to his touches, and knowing no beta you had been with before could make you feel the way he was going to, he couldn’t wait to bring you even more pleasure.

“We’ll see about that.” You reached down and palmed his hard cock through his pants, preening at the hiss he let out. “You think your knot is so good you’ll turn me on to alphas?”

“Looks to me like you’re already turned on and you haven’t even had my knot yet.” He slid a hand up your inner thigh, his fingers already wet before they made it to the soaked fabric of your panties. With a flick of his wrist he had ripped the offending fabric from your hips. “I’m not buying new ones. I’d prefer if you just didn’t wear any around me.” He scooped you up, your shoes falling off your feet as he walked you to his bedroom.

The room was completely filled with his scent and it simultaneously relaxed and excited you. You liked the idea of smelling like him after tonight. The moment your feet met the floor again, it was your turn to start pulling at his shirt with one hand, your other still rubbing and squeezing the bulge in the front of his pants. You licked and bit at the skin you uncovered as your fingers made light work of the buttons.

“You sure talk a lot of game, you know.” You were kneeling in front of him at this point, your nose nuzzling into his belly as you unbuckled his belt. Once his belt was open and his pants were undone, you mouthed over his cock straining against his underwear. You wanted to bring him to his knees at some point, but at least feeling them go weak was a good start. You felt his hand cup the base of your skull and you expected him to push your head into his crotch, but instead he guided you to stand and pulled you into a searing kiss.

His tongue poked at your lips and swirled around yours as you opened up to him, humming into your mouth. He walked you backwards until your knees hit the edge of his bed. You sat on the edge and spread your legs to allow him to stand between them. His hand left the back of your head and trailed down your neck, between your breasts, over your belly, then rested just above your soaked core. “Need to get you warmed up first, omega. Have to get your tight little hole ready to take this knot.” His fingertip circled your clit, your walls clenching around nothing again. Your head fell back as you enjoyed the sensation. Andy slowly dragged the pads of two fingers through your dripping folds before gently pushing them inside you. He could get used to you gripping his fingers like that. He wasted no time pushing them as deep as possible and curling them upwards, stroking your sensitive spot just right.

You gasped and rolled your hips against his hand. His fingers were making you even wetter and the back of your neck felt like it was on fire. He stroked you just right and you moaned again, this time you could feel yourself squeezing his digits tightly. “Are you sure you’re ready for this little pussy?” The wide grin you flashed up at him quickly vanished as he slipped a third finger into you and pressed his palm against your clit.

“Oh don’t you worry about me. I’m going to enjoy every bit of this.” He could tell he was working you close to orgasm, your hips jerked a bit more erratically and your breathing picked up. A soft whine came from the back of your throat and your brows knotted, then he pulled his fingers out. If looks could kill he thinks you could have at least wounded him with the frustrated look on your pretty face. He smirked and stared at you while he sucked his fingers clean, humming as he did so. “See? I knew you’d be sweet. Now, present for me.”

The command went straight to your core and you were already so close you nearly came from hearing his voice drop like that. As much as you wanted to be filled up you still weren’t going to give in that easily. This game had been too fun and you didn’t want it to end anytime soon. “I’m not just going to roll over for you, you know. Make me.” You winked at him and backed up onto the bed, quickly trying to get over the other side and put it between you two.

“So you like it when I chase you? Noted.” Andy pushed his pants down his legs, leaving him in just his underwear. He slowly circled around to the end of the bed, forcing you to crawl back on it to try to get across again. He faked continuing around and pounced onto the bed, pinning you under him. He slipped an arm under your wriggling frame and managed to roll you over in one swift motion. He was strong. And it made you wetter. He sat back and gripped your hips, pulling them back until your knees were bent and your ass was high in the air. “See? Now was that so hard?” He kneaded your cheeks for a moment before standing and ridding himself of his final garment, his cock springing free and hanging heavy and dripping. He knelt behind you again, his fingers running through your wetness again. You wiggled your ass at him.

“Ready when you are, Alpha.” You teased, excitement running through you in anticipation of what was to come. You jumped as he gently swatted your pussy, a small yelp coming from your lips.

“Next time I’m going to shut you up with my cock first.” Andy chuckled and took his cock in his hand, giving himself a few strokes before running the head through your folds. The head barely caught at your entrance and you both were already moaning. He finally pushed himself into you and you both melted. You had never been stretched like this before, an instantly addicting burn, and he had never been squeezed tighter. You both stilled for a moment, taking in how the other felt before slowly pulling back and meeting once more. “Fuck, ‘mega…”

“Andy, holy fuck.” You had never felt so full before. With each thrust it felt like a new corner of pleasure was being discovered, your body feeling more boneless by the minute. You couldn’t let him have all the fun in ruining you, so you did your best to grip the sheets and push your ass back against him, meeting each of his thrusts halfway. “Am I going to ruin all other omegas for you, hm?” You egged him on and tried to meet his movements with equal roughness. His fingers dug into your hips so hard you knew you were going to bruise and it only spurred you on, mewling as he stroked you just right.

“How’s that cock treating you, pretty ‘mega? You’re making such nice sounds.” Andy released one hand from your hip to slide over your belly and meet you clit with quick circles. “Gripping me so tight. I don’t think you’ll be fucking any betas after me. Or any other alphas for that matter.” He snapped his hips into you at the thought of you being with someone else after him. No. You were his now. Your whining pulled him from his thoughts, “Are you going to come for me, little omega? Make a mess on this big cock before you take my knot?” He watched your skin growing shiny with a sheen of sweat and he bared his teeth as he caught your gaze.

“Oh fuck, Andy. Just like that. S’good. So fucking good.” You grunted and continued to push back against him. The sinful wet sounds between your bodies filled the room. “You ready for me to come? Gonna cream all over your knot.” His fingers grazed your clit in just the right way, hurtling you toward a blinding orgasm. You buried your face into the sheets to muffle your scream as you felt yourself clamp down so tight onto his cock.

“That’s it, come for me. Milk this fucking cock like a good girl until I spill inside you. Fuck!” Andy shuddered as his growing knot kept catching at your entrance until it was almost too much. He pushed himself into you as far as possible, his knot finally locking you in place and he came with a shout, collapsing onto his hands which fell on either side of your ribcage. Silence filled the room other than your shared heavy breathing for a few moments as you both settled into the warm rush of endorphins. Andy gently rolled you onto your side so he could spoon you while he waited for his knot to go down, his face buried into the back of your neck.

“Who knew the big bad alpha liked to snuggle?” You chuckled and pressed your ass back into him, pushing his softening cock deeper inside you and making him groan.

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“I’m serious about shutting you up a little next time.” Andy laughed and ran a finger over your lips. He rolled his eyes as you poked your tongue out to swirl it around his fingertip. You were going to drive each other crazy in the best way possible.

Part 2

[cevansbrat0007]

Barber Lady Spa Day

Summary: The ladies enjoy an evening spa day. Andy Barber x  Black!Reader, Bianca Barber, Katrina Barber

Warnings: Fluff, Concerned Andy, Scared Andy, Confident Ladies, BiBi Barber, KitCat Barber, Annoyed Reader, Minors DNI

A/N: Sorry. In the mood to write today. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please send me your feedback, friends!

___

Andy walks through the door and immediately begins searching for his girls. They’re not in the kitchen, although he sees some pork chops, seasoned rice, and…green beans?

Not the french-style, but the southern-style. Which meant she had simmered them fresh with seasonings, onions, and smoked turkey meat for hours.

Yes. Andy was a lucky man. 

“Alright, ladies.” He mumbles. “Where are you hiding? Daddy misses you, you sweet, sweet monsters.” His first wife had been, well, a treat. And not in a good way. And, of course, he’d loved his son. But living in a house with a bunch of women - it was both a nightmare and a joy. He feared the day when and if they all started, uh, cycling together. 

His girls, all three, made him laugh. They made him cry. They scared the shit out of him. Because they all, in their own way, were fearless. How on earth did you protect three fearless women? Three stubborn women who didn’t and wouldn’t always readily ask for his help and protection? He could literally be *right there* next to them and nothing. 

One of his babies was two. One was six. And the other, well, he knew better than to mention her age. But his girls would all willingly stand in front of him and defend him against whoever was talking shit. They would readily fight someone before calling him over. Yeah, he was lucky. His scary ass ladies. He wouldn’t wish them on his worst enemy. He didn’t even think they could ever be kidnapped.

Because whoever did it would bring them back so fast.      

And yes, in the back of his mind, he worried about the fact that his beautiful girls were, well, black. What would that mean for his daughters? This had been on his mind for awhile, and he wasn’t quite sure how to approach his wife about it. Deep down, he knew he could just blurt it out, and she’d understand. But still…his girls…

As much as he wanted to split himself in threes and hide in everybody’s trunk  or backseat just in case something happened, in case somebody said or did something, he couldn’t.

Pushing the darker thoughts aside, up the stairs he goes. He needed his ladies. That would help the bad thoughts go away. As long as they were in the house, with him, there was no need to worry.

“Y/N. BiBi. KitCat. Daddy’s home. Where are you?” Andy calls as he makes his way towards your bedroom. 

He walks in and then jumps. Yes, jumps. “Ahhh!”

Because he sees three small women sitting on the bed in pink bathrobes with their faces smothered in green-looking mud and their hair in bonnets just staring at him. 

“Hello.” His wife greets him. “We’re having a spa night.”

“I see that.” He scrubs a tired hand over his beard. “But ladies, I thought the last time we talked, we agreed about giving Daddy a warning before you put on the war paint. You all kind of look like -”

“Like what? Like three paragons of beauty?” You growl. “Because this is what beauty entails. It’s a facial mask, darling.” You wave your hand around your face.

“Yeah, Daddy. We like beauty!” Says BiBi. 

“Woof! Like booty!” Echoes an eager KitCat.

“Close, sissy.” BiBi mutters.

“You all look hostile.” Andy murmurs before he can stop himself. And then he shrinks under the weight of your collective glares. He clears his throat and looks away. “You all are gorgeous, of course. I’m the most amazing, the luckiest, most fortuitous man to ever walk this earth, okay?” He responds, palms up. “And dinner downstairs looks great, umm…

“We do porky chops!” Yells KitCat. “For Dada! Mama, my face no move.”

“She’s right,” you inform him. “Your girls cooked for you tonight. BiBi helped pick the stems off the green beans, and we all added the onions to the pot, which is why we needed to relax, de-onionize, and destress. KitCat also added the garlic to everything. She’s very good at that.” KitCat lifts up a little leg and does a small dance. 

“But we look hostile. How about that the mask on our faces hardens as it works and dries so that we can’t smile?” 

“Jesus.” Andy mutters.

“I know for a fact that those chops are juicy, but I hope whichever one you pick is tough and unpalatable.” You growl. “Also, I’m happy you’re home safe and sound, and if you want in on the next Spa Day then we will include you.”

END

[navybrat817]

Now You Know

Pairing: Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You love the sound of Andy’s voice, especially when he stakes his claim on you. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex, car sex, voice kink, possessive behavior, dirty talking Andy (he’s a warning, okay?) A/N: Proud I was able to find a moment to write and share this fic for the beautiful @whisperlullaby​ and her challenge. Congrats again! Beta read by the wonderful @buckyownsmylife, but any and all mistakes are my own. Thank you, lovely! 

18+ Please!!! Enjoy, lovelies!

Andy Barber was out of your league. At least, you felt like he was. Compassionate, confident and insanely gorgeous, he was a dream come true in the form of a man. You were lucky to have him, even though he always shook his head when you said that. 

“It’s the other way around, honey.”

While you wondered some days why Andy chose you when he could have anyone else in the world, he never once made you doubt his feelings for you. He was attentive, loving and made you feel beautiful. And having that attention on you when he spoke made you feel powerful, like he was speaking just for you. He could have read you the phone book and you would have thanked him for it.

It caught you off guard in the beginning, how easily you hung on his every word. It made you feel clingy when you explained it to your friend, but she said that wasn’t the case. It was a voice kink, specifically his. You just loved the sound of it. Especially when his lips were against the shell of your ear.

“You look beautiful, honey. How am I supposed to keep my hands off you?” he asked, admiring you in the mirror.

“I’m sure you’ll find a way,” you teased, smoothing your dress out with your hands. If he only knew how soaked your panties were…

“We won’t stay long,” he promised. He didn’t want to go to this work party, but he had to make an appearance. Both of you knew he preferred quiet nights at home. Or not so quiet when he had you screaming his name.

“You can ravish me as soon as we come back.”

“Is that a promise?” he whispered.

You proudly managed to swallow your whine. You had some self control. “Promise.”

You couldn’t recall the drive to the party. Your mind was too occupied thinking of the ways Andy would ruin you. Suffice to say, you were addicted to him. But he wanted you just as much. 

Andy swore under his breath when you walked into the party and you didn't understand why. After a moment, you realized a few men were looking your way with hunger in their eyes. The attention didn't mean anything to you because you didn't want them. You weren't theirs to look at. The only one you wanted to look your way had his arm around your waist. And it didn't go unnoticed how his grip suddenly tightened. 

"I'm not leaving you alone for a second."

"Andy, you have to mingle," you reminded him, but you had to smile when his nose crinkled in annoyance. 

"Fifteen minutes. I'm timing it," he teased. 

"Andy!" a woman shrieked, making you cover your mouth before you could laugh. 

"I think Mrs. Thomas wants your attention. I'll get us a drink."

"I said I'm not leaving your side," he warned, his voice not quite in dangerous territory. It was still enough to send a happy chill down your spine. 

"I'll be right over there," you gestured to the bar, giving him a quick peck on the lips before he could protest. 

You pulled out of his grasp to make your way over, smiling at the bartender. Before you could open your mouth to speak, someone slid beside you.

“Can I get you a drink?”

You turned your head, not recognizing the guy beside you. You tried to make it a point to know who Andy worked with. "No, thanks."

"Are you sure?" he asked, his eyes raking over you. "I'd love it if you joined me for a drink."

You took a step to the side when he leaned in close. "I'm actually here with someone."

"Oh? Then why isn't he beside you?"

“He's right here, Charles."

You spun around, your breath caught in your throat at the fury in Andy's eyes. You should have known he was watching you. 

“Andy. So sorry. I didn’t know,” Charles said unapologetically, though he put his hands up in a surrendering gesture. "Your date is… stunning."

“Now you do. And she's not a date. She's mine. So fuck off.”

The low timber of Andy's voice rolled across your skin, making an ache settle right between your legs. You never heard his voice get that deep before outside of the bedroom and the surge of arousal made you whimper before you could stop yourself. His eyes flashed as he looked your way, no doubt having heard the sound you made. Your cheeks warmed as your gaze settled back on him, almost afraid to look away. 

“I think we should leave,” he suggested, his voice still dangerously low.

You couldn’t find your voice as you nodded, letting him lead you away by the hand. What had gotten into him? “Andy,” you finally spoke.

“Knew I should have kept you home,” he muttered to himself as he pulled you to the car. 

“Andy,” you tried again, surprised when he opened the back door of the car. He wordlessly got in before pulling you in beside him. “What are you-”

You were cut off as his lips met yours, opening up to him immediately. You pressed your body close as he deepened the kiss. His beard gently scraped your skin as he held the back of your neck, not giving you a chance to move away until he was satisfied. 

“Are you mine, honey?” he questioned as he broke the kiss, moving his hand to your back to pull you in his lap.

Your dress rode up, your wet panties pressing against the front of his pants. His hard, covered length sent a shiver down your spine. “Yes, I’m yours.”

“Show me. Give me a ride,” he ordered, his hand sliding up your thigh to move your underwear aside. You gasped when his fingers brushed your folds. “But before you do that… Tell me what got you so wet.”

“I…” you tried as he moved his hand to unbuckle his belt. You needed his touch again.

“Was it me staking my claim? Or was it this?” he asked, his tone dropping an octave. It sent another jolt of pleasure to your throbbing core. “It was, wasn't it? You think I don’t know what my voice does to you?”

Of course, he knew. “Yes, Andy. Your voice turns me on,” you admitted. Like everything else about him.

“Mmm. I don't think it just turns you on. You get off on it. I could have told you to spread your legs for me in the middle of that party and you would have dropped to the floor. Let everyone see how wet your dripping wet cunt was before I fucked you senseless.”

Your trembling hands rested on his chest as he took his cock out. It should have been humiliating to be called out like that, but it felt exhilarating. You had no reason to be ashamed. “Yes. Because I’m yours.”

Andy chuckled so quietly you almost missed it. “Oh, honey. I’m yours, too.”

Feeling the thick head press against your tight hole, you tried to take more of him in. A hand gripped your hip before you could slam down, reminding you that you weren’t in control yet. His cock slowly breached you, making you feel the full drag of every inch. “Thought...you wanted a ride.”

“Maybe I just want to take a moment to appreciate how good your pussy feels around me. Fuck, you’re so wet. You're practically drowning my cock. This is all for me, isn’t it? All mine. Tell me.”

You shuddered as his grip loosened, letting you rock your hips. How you didn’t come immediately was an impressive feat. How many others could take that kind of praise, in that tone, from Andy Barber and not be reduced to a babbling mess? “It’s all for you.”

“And this,” he purred, snapping his hips up and making you cry out. “This is all yours. And you love it. You love my cock filling you up until you can’t even think.”

“Fuck! I love it!” you cried, uncaring if anyone outside of the car could hear you. Hell, you wanted them to. Anyone who had Andy Barber’s cock deep inside them should have shouted to the heavens in thanks. 

“Feel good taking my cock like this? I’ll always make you feel good, honey. Always. Because you’re mine.”

The moan you let out was wanton. Being split open, feeling him hit that soft spot inside you, he was driving you to the edge of insanity. But it dawned on you in that moment that it wasn't just a voice kink that you had. You enjoyed that he was possessive of you. That he had to stuff you full of his cock just because another guy hit on you. 

Andy placed wet, open mouthed kisses along your neck. "Who do you belong to, honey?" he groaned, bringing a hand up to grope your breasts through your dress. You arched into his touch, wishing your nipple could brush against his palm instead of your bra.

"You, Andy," you swore breathlessly, riding him faster and harder. 

"That's right. And you promised more. That I could ravish you," he rasped, lightly biting over your racing pulse. "Maybe I'll blindfold you. Fuck your pretty little hole and keep my mouth right against your ear. Make you hear every grunt, every growl. See how many times you come just from my voice."

You arched your back, your whine desperate. You were so close to the edge, your thighs tense as you bounced up and down. You were made for him, made to take him. And you needed that coil inside you to snap. "Please, please. I need it. Need you."

"You have all of me," he swore, a growl seeping into the tender words as he leaned his head back to watch you. "Fuck, you're so good. Clenching down on my cock. Make a mess, honey. Come all over me."

His words triggered your release, your cries filling the small space as you gripped him tight. It was one of your best orgasms and he had given you more than plenty of those. He thrust through it until all you could do was take him. 

"Need to come in you. Need to feel it when I fuck you in our bed."

"Fuck, please!" you begged, tightening your walls around him to get him there. 

Andy's hips snapped up against yours before he stilled with a deep groan. You felt him fill you, making you clench around him again. You felt wrecked, owned and loved in the most passionate way. You were his. 

You melted into him when he pulled you in for a gentle kiss, not moving from his lap. He placed a hand on your chest, your heart racing fast against it. After a moment, you giggled and pressed your forehead against his.

"What?" he asked with a smile. 

"Didn't even make it fifteen minutes," you smiled back. 

"We didn't," he chuckled, giving you another kiss. "But let's see how long it takes before you come again."

It was going to be a long night. A long, glorious night. 

[1000night]

Papa's Day

characters : skinny Steve, Jake Jensen, Andy Barber, Ari Levinson

warnings: fluffy, implied smut, 18+

a/n: 8/8 is Taiwan's father's day (sounds like papa in Mandarin) so I write this to celebrate. I thought I won't do this because the motivation is lowkey

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Skinny Steve

"Papa! papa wakey up!"

The toddler rushed into the bedroom, hopped the bed and patted her sleepy father.

Steve opened his eyes, admiring the small angel whose appearance and spirit mix with him and you, his goddess.

"Morning, princess." The same blue eyes looked at him with starts shining in, she pouted

"Mama says today is your day, we will celebrate it together! Come down the hall, papa!"

"But I'm still sleepy..."

The back of his right hand stroked her chubby face

"But...but mama said...um..."

The same way struggling adorable face and the pleading puppy dog eyes

When you couldn't bear one more time for his unsatisfied love making, you would always looking at him like that...

Oh...he shouldn't think about that in front of your daughter...

He smiled and blinked away the shadow of greed and lust, scooped up the little girl in his arms and kissed her forehead.

"Tell mama that I'll be there soon, okay?"

"Okay."

After she ran out the room, he came into the bathroom, humming while guessing what the present he'd receive this year.

Jake Jensen

"Dad, are you done?"

"Yeah, the competition is nearly beginning. Please don't distracted mom, and don't wear those weird and nerd shirt please."

Jake groaned while he giving you another sloppy kiss, you whimper when his warm hands kneading your breasts.

"Jake..."

"I know, honey. But you're so beautiful and gorgeous. I don't want those bastard stared at my wifey hungrily."

He nipped your back of neck and murmuring

"Let the twin boys wait for a little bit longer...nothing could stop me claiming my beautiful treasure."

Andy Barber

The sounds of small steps and knocking door wake you and your husband up. But you both are too tired to leave the bed.

"Angel, they're still sleeping. Come on, what do you wanna do? I could accompany you today."

Your son, Jacob's voice is tender and patience

"It's papa's day. I want to celebrate with evewyone..."

"Yeah, but they both came home late because of works. Let them take more rest, we could prepare lunch for them as the first surprise, shall we?"

"All right..."

Their sound faded away, you smile and peck your husband's lips

"I thought Jacob would against that we have child, but he's a ideal type of brother to her."

Andy hold you closer, his hands drawing circles on your hips

"He protested once, before I show him the picture of our bean. He immediately change his attitude when he saw that. I know he's been want to be a big brother so long."

"Like father like son."

He smirks when he heard what you said, Jacob and he both have been through so much terrible things, Jacob realize that they all need to meet someone. You are the one to Andy, and the little bean is a new ray of sunshine to Jacob.

"Speaking of...I think it's time to open my gifts for Father's day. What do you think, sunshine?"

Your eyes widened while you trying to crawl out the bed, but his long arms and big hand hooks your waist and pulls you back

"Andy...it's too much.. the last night we just...mmph—!"

The hard pressure against your abused mound let you gasp in his mouth.

"Oh no, sunshine, I clearly remember that I said I'll feast you today—and now I'll keep my promises."

Ari Levinson

You came home with the worry clouds your mind.

Ari will back from his mission today, and you're not sure if it's a modest time to tell him the news.

You didn't want to deal with the bun who will be baked done after several months alone. But you didn't want to see his reactions, either.

It's complicated to describe your relationship, you waiting for him back, life with him, love him. But he never make any promises to you.

Maybe you could know what is your place to him through tonight.

"I'm back, queen bee." His voice is at the front door. You calm yourself and greet him.

"It's been a while, Ari bear."

As like the 2 months isn't long enough

"And you still as breathtakingly as in my memories." He gives you a bear hug that your legs wrap around his waist automatically.

The stable heartbeats from him and his comfortable scents trigger your tears, you couldn't stop sobbing and sniffing

"What’s wrong? Did you get hurt?"

You shook your head while your hands circle his neck

"I need to tell you something."

"No matter what it is, I'll protect you and won't let you cry except for sex, queen bee."

"...I'm pregnant."

He sighed in relief, and he's frozen

"Ari, you'll be the father. It's 3 month."

"...The night when you want to play honeybee and..."

"Yes, it's the night."

He didn't speak, his beard tickled your face when he kissed you deeply, and emotionally.

"Another bee will born in our hive..." He swing around and kept laughing like an idiot.

"It's the best gift I received, mama bee. Thank you."

The end

[geminixevans-stan]

His Business

Pairing: Andy Barber x Nanny!Black Reader

Words: 3,287

Summary: Andy confronts reader about her situation with Steve

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

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

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hi gorgeous :) surviving the little tykes?

Barely :P How’s it going over there?

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

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

Well, she’s not wrong ya know.

She tried to eat glue!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[spencersawkward]

*house call // wes (Dollface)*

ssummary: when her pet cat gives her a scare, Reader decides to call the vet to make sure everything is going to be okay. 

pairing: Fem!Reader x Wes

word count: 5.4k

content warnings: discussion of cannabis/cannabis consumption, unprotected penetrative sex, use of nicknames (baby, sweetheart), SoftDom!Wes, breeding kink, creampie. 

request: can you do a wes smutty one shot if you’re down?! 

A/N: to be fair, i haven’t watched Dollface in a minute, but i’m obsessed with the domestic vibes that Matthew gives off when he plays Wes and i just thought it would be super cute. anyway, this was super fun also i wanna fuck Wes. ok enjoy!

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the absolute best part of your day is when the package arrives at your doorstep. you impulse-purchased it about two weeks ago while you were hanging out with one of your close friends, and you've been looking forward to trying it every day since. 

or, really, for your cat to try it. 

you've read reviews and been extremely diligent to make sure the stuff is completely safe, and everything you've seen or read was singing the praises of this cat weed (which isn't actually cannabis at all, but catnip made to look like it).

as you take the cardboard box to the kitchen table and pry open the top with the help of a Swiss army knife, you're grinning. Klimt comes scampering into the room to see what all the fuss is about, sitting at your feet with his tail curled around his legs. 

"no peeking." you scold him gently. your kitten, the friendliest little rescue tabby around, simply stares blankly back. when you remove the wrapping from the glass jar and stare at it up close, you're impressed by how realistic it looks. the label shows cat-friendly ingredients only, but you unscrew the top and get a whiff of catnip. 

Klimt begins to weave in between your legs, nudging them affectionately and beginning to purr. you giggle and bend down to give him a few pets. his nose twitches; he tries to sniff at the foreign object, but you put it back on the table. 

"don't be greedy, babe." you scratch between his pointed ears and he lets out a whiny meow. 

it's about his dinner time, and you were hoping to give him his treat tonight after he finishes his dry food. so you make yourself something simple with the leftovers in your fridge and do some more work on your laptop while you two eat together. 

you've had Klimt for a while, now. you call him a kitten even though he's a full-grown cat-- he's just as playful and enthusiastic as any newborn. his eyes are the color of meadow grass, and his nose is scattered with tiny freckles. it makes him look like he's just come from digging around the backyard, but it really just adds to his charm. 

not to mention his ceaselessly social tendencies: Klimt is always around when your friends come over, worming his way in between you or sitting on one of the free chair cushions to listen. you wonder if he knows what you're saying sometimes, because when you talk about the embarrassing things you've done that day or the failed interactions you've had, he always lifts his head to give you something of a judgmental stare. 

once you've settled down for the evening and turned on the TV, you decide that now is the time. Klimt is aimlessly poking at a few of his toys. he bats at a fake mouse between his paws.

"kitten," you click your tongue and get up to grab the jar. "are you ready to try this stuff?" 

as if he's going to answer. he hears your footsteps coming back his way and watches patiently. it's only when you pour out a little bit in front of him that he gets curious about the stuff. you admire his movements as he bends down and examines. 

although you keep an eye on him while watching your show, you don't notice much of a change in him. he starts to roll about on the floor, which is to be expected, but it's only when he starts to chase around his fake mouse that things get interesting. 

you laugh as Klimt goes nuts, jumping back and attacking the thing like he's ready to come in for the kill. it's really funny, but you're interrupted by your phone buzzing. you told your friend that you were doing this tonight. 

"hi!" you answer the FaceTime call right away. 

"how is he?" you can hear the smile in Andi's voice as you turn the camera. 

"he's loving it." 

"oh my god," she laughs. Klimt arches his back, leaping so highly in the air, you raise your eyebrows. "I wonder how long it'll last." she muses. 

"I'm guessing we'll get about an hour more of this before he passes out for the next two days." you joke. he gets strong bursts of energy usually, but they only last so long until he's curled up on the window sill or in your bed. 

Andi and you talk for a while as Klimt tires himself out and plays with all of his favorite toys. you dangle a string in front of him for a decent amount of time, too, just to make him get up on his hindquarters. he's a natural entertainer, a lithe little thing who lets out a few irritated meows to demonstrate his impertinence. 

after about forty-five minutes, however, you notice your cat's behavior change. he keeps raising his hackles and rolling about, and something about it makes you nervous. he doesn't usually act like this, not even when he plays with the other catnip toys he's accumulated. 

"what's wrong?" Andi notes your furrowed brow as you look past the camera of your phone and at your pet. 

"he's just acting really weird," you pat the couch cushion to call him over, but he doesn't even glance up. "I don't know why." 

"maybe it's the cat weed." she suggests. you purse your lips and try to think. 

"yeah, but nobody in the reviews ever mentioned anything like this."

"I'm sure he's fine, Y/N."  

"yeah, I know..." but you're worried. Klimt is your pal, your cuddle buddy. as he rubs his cheek against the wooden floor, you feel guilt pool in your stomach. if he's hurt because of some dumb online purchase, you're never going to forgive yourself. "I'm gonna call the vet just to be sure."  

"oh, okay," she sounds surprised, but doesn't try to stop you. "let me know what they say." 

"I will." you hang up the phone and stare at your companion for a few seconds. he leaps into the air and does a somersault before letting out some deeply disturbing whine that reminds you to call the vet. better safe than sorry.  

...

when the doorbell rings, you're practically twiddling your thumbs anxiously. Klimt hasn't settled at all, and you haven't even bothered to change out of your lounging ensemble. you're pretty sure you look a mess, but hopefully the person won't care too much. 

you don't know who to expect-- your usual vet is an older woman who is friends with your mom, but her receptionist said she was out tonight and would send over another vet to check it out. 

when you swing open the door, you immediately regret the decision to stay in sweatpants. 

"hi, I'm Wes." the guy gives you a friendly smile and holds up his bag. it's almost comically old-fashioned, something out of an old movie, and you half-expect him to be wearing a stethoscope around his neck. 

he's gorgeous, though. definitely a good amount older than you, tall with brown curls and stubble. his features stand out to you even under the porch light, and your mouth guppies idiotically. 

"hi," you manage. his eyes flicker to your hand, which is seemingly blocking him from coming inside the house, and you jolt back a little to let him in. you clear your throat. "sorry." 

as he steps inside and you close the door behind him, getting one tiny moment to yourself, your eyes widen. way to make yourself look like a bumbling fool. 

"I heard that there's a tabby who got into some catnip?" you catch him looking around the front of your house, eyes catching on the framed photos before finding yours again. you can feel the heat creeping up your cheeks, but nod confidently.  

"yeah, Klimt. he should still be in the living room." 

"Klimt? like the artist?" he chuckles and follows you into the rest of the home. his voice has a nice timbre to it, something low and gentle that fits well with his occupation.  

"yeah, exactly." you turn to smile at him. 

you hear the cat before you see him. he's climbed to the top of his cat tree and leaps down onto the ground, paws hitting the surface in a way that can't have been comfortable. he chirps and looks up at Wes, whose lips are turned up with amusement.    

"are you the man of the hour?" he asks, approaching the cat. Klimt's pupils get enormous and he prepares to pounce on the newcomer. 

"careful--" you start to warn him, but the cat launches himself right into Wes' arms. the vet turns to you, holding him to his chest, and grins. warmth spreads over your skin with embarrassment. "sorry." 

"no need to apologize," he starts to pet Klimt, who is only slightly struggling to escape. he wants to go wild again, but Wes isn't going to let go. "they call me the Cat Wrangler at the office." 

"really?" you snort. he brings your pet over to the couch and sets him on the cushions, careful to keep him in place. 

"no way." he shoots you a dazzling smile. the joke makes you giggle, and you feel yourself become even more self-conscious about the outfit you're wearing. this is just your luck, having hot guys come over when you distinctly look your worst. 

Wes scratches between Klimt's ears and glances up at you again. "is there any reason in particular you're worried about the catnip?" 

"yeah, actually," you nod, brought back to reality. "I know it's supposed to make them more playful, but he's just been acting weird and I got worried that there was something in it that messed with his head." 

"can I see the container for it?" he asks. you go to grab the jar, only to remember that it proudly announces itself as cannabis for cats. profound embarrassment causes you to hesitate with the stuff in your hands. 

it's not like he's here for you to flirt with, but you're still thinking about how stupid and young you're going to look with this stuff in front of him, a hot older guy who seems to have his life under control. you peek at him once more from the kitchen, at the way he smiles and starts to talk softly to Klimt as if he were a peer. 

he's kinda crazy, and it makes you smile. 

"it's cat weed." you hand him the glass container, and Wes breaks into a grin as he looks at the front. 

"oh my gosh, I've heard about this!" his eyes move quickly over the label. you're in shock. 

"really?"

"yeah, it's hilarious. here, can you make sure our friend here doesn't move while I read the ingredients?" he gestures. the knot of anxiety within you loosens a bit. you nod obediently, going to scoop up your pet and sit him on your lap. he's still squirmy, but he doesn't look ready to attack either of you, thankfully. 

"hey, you." you greet your pal affectionately. his tail is wagging impatiently while Wes kneels on the ground beside the couch. there's a silver ring on his finger, but you notice with relief that it's not on his fourth one. 

when he sets the jar down on the coffee table with the kind of smile that hints at some secret amusement, you frown. "what?"

"nothing," he shakes his head. "Klimt is gonna be totally fine."

"are you sure?" you pet the feline's smooth coat. 

"definitely. you know how drugs affect people differently?" he asks. you want to say no, you don't know that because why would you, but then you remember that there is quite literally a glass-blown bowl sitting on your kitchen table. 

"sure." you reply honestly. 

"it's the same with cats: some just feel the effects a little more." he shrugs. you think this over for a second. 

"that makes sense." 

"yeah, I'd estimate about an hour more of this wildcat behavior before he takes a ten-hour nap." he cracks another joke and you find yourself totally charmed by him. something about the way he talks just makes your heart beat like crazy.  

"that's a relief." 

he chuckles and stands up, grabbing the bag (which he never even had to use) and starting to walk out of the living room. you can smell his delicious cologne as he moves past you.  

"sorry for making you come out here so late." you apologize from the couch. Wes turns to look at you with an easygoing expression. his free hand is tucked into his pocket.  

"no worries. you have a lovely home." he gestures to the kitchen, and then at the bowl sitting there in the open. you have to fight the smile on your face.  

"thanks." you're smirking. right before he's about to head back out, you ask a question that's been wriggling around in your mind since he arrived. "why no title?" 

"you mean, like, Doctor or something?" he stops in the threshold. one hand leans against it while he answers your question. you still can't get over how tall he is. 

"sure. I mean, you are a doctor, right?" it comes out more dubious than you intended, but he doesn't get offended, only smiles. 

"yes, I'm a doctor. I went to Davis." he points like the school is right outside your door. you nod.  

"cool." 

there's a silence where you just look at each other, and you forget that you look like you just rolled out of bed. he clears his throat. 

"to answer your question, I just go by Wes because you're not my patient-- Klimt is." he points to the kitten, who is now chasing his own tail like a dog. you snort at the sight. 

"how humble of you." 

"I know, right?" he's joking. you find yourself not wanting him to leave, even though you've really just met. he's so sweet and funny and handsome... your stomach is flipping over and over like a schoolgirl. 

and it's stupid that you can't think of one plausible reason for him to stay, but every step he takes shortens your time to think. so you just blurt, instead. 

"would you want a beer?" 

Wes pauses and looks at you, an unreadable expression on his face. "a beer?" 

"yeah, I mean... you came all the way out here and I just feel bad for causing a fuss over nothing." you scramble slightly to justify your words. you don't ever drink beer-- do you even have any? god, this is embarrassing.  

the vet checks the watch on his wrist, then smiles at you with a halting kind of enjoyment, before nodding. "sure." 

"okay, great." you turn on your heel to hide the grin on your face. he follows you again to the kitchen area and leans against the counter while you open the fridge. the best form of flirting you can manage right now is bending over shamelessly and taking your time to poke around. 

thankfully, there are three cold bottles left towards the back. you take out two and use the tool in one of your drawers to pop the tops off. he watches patiently, takes a sip when you hand the drink to him. your eyes meet. 

"so, what prompted the cat weed purchase?" he starts the conversation effortlessly, and you try to keep your eyes from wandering over the shape of him. now that he's just standing in front of you, you're noticing the way his sweater sits against his frame, his long legs and the way his head rests on an elegantly-proportioned neck. 

"I just saw it and thought it would be fun." you shrug honestly. he smiles.  

"do you think you're gonna let him try it again another time?"  

"I don't know," you cross your arms over your chest. "I'm a little nervous, but he also was having a lot of fun until I made him sit still." 

"fair enough." you both turn your gazes to the cat. he's nudging a little toy ball with his nose and watching it roll across the floor. there are tiny bells inside that jingle. Wes turns back to you. "what do you do?"

"graphic designer." 

"an artist." he raises his brows, impressed. 

"not exactly saving animal lives, but I get by." you take another sip of your drink. 

"it's not like that, mostly." he rolls his eyes playfully. 

"then what's it like?"

"I just see and talk to people's pets all day. it's a pretty great job, even when it's not. you know?" he's optimistic about it. you're drawn to his positive energy, to the way he smiles when he speaks like he's preparing to deliver a witty joke. 

 you're hopelessly attracted to him, and the space between you is becoming unbearable. even though he's a guy you just met, you can feel in your gut that something about this is just right. you want his body against yours. 

 "you okay?" he breaks what you only now realize is a silence, and you blink to clear the dirty images from your mind. 

"yeah." only thinking about you fucking me against a countertop. it must be the fact that you haven't gotten laid in a while or something, because you usually aren't this attracted to people within the first hour. it takes longer for you to even want to kiss them.  

"what kind of stuff do you design?" he seems genuinely interested as he shifts and continues to nurse his drink.  

"I work for a tech startup downtown, so it's a lot of website work to make sure it's navigable and pretty." you try to sum up your duties, but it's hard when his hazel eyes are so intent. he listens to every word.  

"do you do personal work, too? like, just for you?" 

"actually, yeah!" this sparks your excitement. 

"can I see?" his smile widens. "only if you're comfortable, of course."  

"sure." you're beaming.  

he stays put as you start to go out of the kitchen, but then you smile. "you can come with." 

"oh." he sets his beer down on the counter and follows you, slightly surprised. but you don't care; you were nervous before, but he's stayed for this long. maybe he wants you, too. 

once you get to your bedroom, you're grateful that it's been freshly cleaned. there's even a bouquet from the flower's market sitting on your dresser, and you head over to the desk to sift through the drawers for what you want. 

"cool room." he compliments from the threshold. he's careful not to make you uncomfortable, but also can't resist the curiosity that draws his gaze from wall to wall. you find the stack of papers and smile. 

"thanks," you place the folder in his hands. "these are some printed versions of stuff I did last year." 

Wes immediately begins to flip through the art. him seeing your stuff makes you nervous, so you pretend to focus on straightening up the few items that sit on your desk. you wipe your fingertip over a nonexistent film of dust. 

"these are amazing," he says, holding a card stock copy in between his index and middle fingers. "holy shit."

"thank you." you're trying to keep from smiling too hard. you can tell that he's being genuine with his compliments, and it makes your heart swell. 

"definitely. are you showing anywhere?" 

"at an exhibit downtown a couple months back, but I've been so busy with work that personal stuff hasn't really been on the table, you know?"

he nods in understanding and continues to go through until the end. when he's finished, he looks up and sees you, his eyes concentrated. he doesn't speak at first, and an undercurrent ripples across the room. there are about three feet between you, and you have no excuse to lessen it. 

he licks his lips slowly. you purse yours, unsure of what to say. 

"I'm glad you called tonight." his voice is lower, slightly uncertain, like he's testing the boundaries. except you don't want boundaries right now. you want to go wild on him. 

"me, too." you reply. it's in your eyes, that begging for him to do what you're scared to initiate. 

your tongue is pressed to the back of your teeth in anticipation. and when he sets the art back on your desk and comes closer, you feel yourself give in. bubbles of excitement travel up your body as he grabs your face and bends down to kiss you. 

it's full, passionate, not the kind of kiss you give someone you've just met. laced with desire and longing, you respond immediately. hands immediately run to his forearms, over his shoulders as he imposes beautifully on your form. it's so hard, you lean back slightly. your torso presses against his until he pushes you against the wall. 

the slight gasp that escapes your lips causes him to smile, followed by your moan and clutching fingers. the material of his sweater, the taste of him mingled with that sophisticated, gentle smell of cologne that you want printed all over your skin. 

"come here." he murmurs against your mouth and reaches down to the back of your thigh so you can hook your leg around his waist. you whine at the easy access he has to grind against your core, both of you desperate. 

"Wes." you pant into his open mouth. he sucks on your bottom lip before finding your cheek and jaw. his fingertips tighten around your flesh. 

"this feel good, sweetheart?" he checks in. coincidentally, his jeans grind against your panties at exactly the right spot and your hips jump. you release a pleasured yelp. 

"mhmm." 

"sounds like it." he latches onto your throat with a possessive excitement. you can feel him sucking and biting at the skin until you're positive there'll be marks tomorrow. you hope there are; purpled evidence of his touch. he digs his nails into your thighs. "you like it when older men touch you, baby?" 

he blows over your tender throat before attacking it again. you sigh contentedly at the way he mingles sensations for your pleasure. "yes." 

he grunts and nips at your collarbone, sliding the strap of your top down your shoulder so that he can effortlessly flutter his lips over the skin. you grip at him and toss your head back against the wall. his weight on yours is divine. it makes you weak, but that doesn't matter. he's practically holding you up at this point. 

when his hand pushes under the hem of your shirt and dances over your stomach, you arch your back for more. he's gentle yet firm, pulling you close like he wants to breathe your oxygen. he's tracing over your ribcage, all the way up to the valley of your breasts, before cupping one and moaning into your shoulder. 

he kisses you again with an aching hunger that can't be satiated. your tongues meet and Wes finds your hardened nipples beneath the thin fabric of your bralette. you sigh while he starts to circle one with his thumb.  

"you're perfect." he breathes. 

you want to bask in this moment, to enjoy the shock across your skin when he reaches his hand back down between your bodies to dip below the waistband of your sweatpants, but you're just so greedy. he could make you cum over and over and it would never be enough. 

"what do you want me to do to you?" Wes is hovering over your lower stomach, dangerously close to where you need him most. he's teasing. the warmth of his skin drives you mad. his breath brushes over the shell of your ear. 

"fuck me." it's the only response you can fathom. every other instinct in your body flies out the window and is replaced by a craving to sink your proverbial (and literal) teeth into him.

but he loves it, apparently, because he pushes you back against the wall with a nearly bruising force. "I can do that." 

with those words, he quickly grabs your other leg and lifts you into his arms, bringing you to the bed and laying you delicately on the mattress while you giggle. you stare up at him with an almost daydreamy lust. his cheeks are flushed. 

you only get a second of that heavenly sight, though, before he dips down and pushes your shirt up to see your tits and kiss up the chasm between your ribs. his stubble tickles your skin, which causes you to smile. 

by the time he's pulled your sweatpants off and tossed them to the side, you're whining for him to strip down as well. 

"what is it, pretty girl?" he murmurs against your tummy. when you try to squeeze your thighs, he pushes them apart. 

"I wanna see you." your fingertips touch at his sweater. he chuckles and pulls the garment over his head. it messes up his perfect hair even more and you love it, tangling your fingers in it. he bites his lip. 

"do you want me to taste you first?" he keeps stroking the inside of your thighs and staring down at the skimpy lace that you're positive that you've already soaked. you're making him crazy with the way you roll your hips against air, against nothing, seeking any kind of stimulation. 

"I can't wait." you shake your head. as nice as it would be, you're going to implode if he doesn't fill you up soon. he drags his fingers down your clothed slit and groans when he feels just how ready you are for him. 

"let's take these off then, okay, sweetheart?" he hooks his fingers in the panties and waits for you to nod before tugging them down your legs. you whimper at the cool air that hits your core, soaked and needy. Wes stares at your body on display for him. 

as he gets back up from the floor to kiss you again, you both work to remove the rest of his clothes. his skin is perfect under your hands. his chest is warm, solid, and when he climbs on top of you, his arms rest on either side of your head.

one hand comes down to grab his own cock and stroke it a few times before lowering himself to rub it against your throbbing clit. you whimper at the pressure; he's mindless when he feels how easily you cover him in your essence. 

"so fucking wet..." he groans while rutting against you. 

"Wes, please--" your breath hitches. "put it in." 

"begging?" he teases your entrance with the head and smirks. "good girl." 

"mhmm." you're smiling, but your mouth drops open when he pushes himself inside. 

it's a heavy feeling, him filling you up. he's thick and the stretching of your walls makes him groan and rest his head on your shoulder. he kisses the skin there while diving deeper into your body. 

you're shaking slightly from the mixture of pain and pleasure, his size forcing your body to work quickly to accommodate. your eyes are squeezed shut, but you run your hands over his back and shoulders to stay grounded. it feels like a dream. 

he starts to pull out, coated in your wetness while you whimper below him, and he grabs your face with one hand in a dominant, soft gesture. "okay?"

"yeah." 

he pushes back in. the air in your lungs is practically gone at this point, he's so deep inside. your eyes roll back and push your hips up to take him at a new angle. Wes finds his pace easily, rocking into your body at a manageable pace to let you get used to the sensation. 

every time his hips roll down and he buries himself in you, he presses on your clit and sends a new shock through your body. he leans on his elbows to get closer and feel every undulation of your body. you love how his thrusts force your legs apart, how he moans your name and causes the headboard to repeatedly hit the wall while maintaining eye contact. hazel irises that rake over your features with lust. 

"you feel so good." he speeds up a little when he hits a certain spot. you can feel him deep and hard, causing a small bump to rise in your stomach with each stroke. his voice is husky and dark. like a man starved. 

"fuck..." you drag your nails down his back. he groans at the red marks that you will no doubt leave for him. 

"clingy thing, huh?" he sucks at your throat affectionately. "I come over for one thing and you can't help yourself." 

hearing Wes speak through his own panting is like listening to a secret, and you never want it to stop. he's reveling in the sordid crush of his own wants, and the way he shoves into you shows you that he has no intention of slowing down for a while. 

"I'm impatient." you smirk. he pulls away to admire your expression. 

"so am I." he kisses your lips and starts to pound into you. the juxtaposition of his tenderness and the sharp snap of his hips to yours fills you with butterflies. you love how much he wants to ruin you. 

"Wes-- oh my god!" you whimper. he grabs your hips and yanks them closer to him so he can go as deep as possible, so he can hit your cervix. 

"that's right, sweetheart," he pants. you can tell that he's starting to lose control. "say my name. I want everyone to know what a good little slut you are for me." 

the commanding tone makes your body shake. "I- I'm cumming, Wes, please--"

"please what, baby?" he taunts. his index finger is tracing over your jaw. 

you don't know what it is that you're wanting, except more. as your form shudders and tightens, walls fluttering around his cock, you lose the capacity to speak. you grind your hips against him and cry out pathetically while he pushes you back down and slams ruthlessly into your pussy. 

"cum inside-- please, I need it--" you writhe. he groans at the request. 

"fuck, yes..." he sheathes himself. "take it."

you gasp as he repeatedly hits your weakest point and spills hot ropes of his cum inside you, still thrusting in and out and whimpering into your shoulder at the clenching sensation you give his cock. it's warm, strangely delightful, nearly sending you into another orgasm sheerly from the sight. 

he mutters unintelligibly as he empties himself in your pussy, but you catch a growled "so needy," between deep moans. you're clinging to him like you'll never have it again. you might not. 

he slows down, giving shallower thrusts while riding out his high and shoving his cum deeper inside. it turns lazy and messy, both of you panting, before he finally pulls out and rolls over next to you. 

you press the back of your hand to your forehead. it's sweaty from all the work he just put you through, but you feel amazing at the same time. your eyes keep flickering from the ceiling above to his rising and falling chest beside you. his nose twitches; he turns his head to look at your face. 

although you expect him to say something, he doesn't. instead, you just stare at each other. the air conditioner rattles gently in the background. you're not sure how long this lasts, this soaking in, but he's the first to break it. 

"hey." 

you find the corners of your lips turning up. "hi." 

"do you mind if I go get something to clean you up?" he asks softly, his fingertips finding your forearm with ease and drifting over it.

"sure. bathroom is the first door on the left." 

he gets up and you watch him gather his clothes, eyes glued to his perfect form. you can't believe you just had sex with your veterinarian. you don't regret it at all. 

he wanders out of the room and your eyes follow, only to see Klimt sitting patiently by the door. 

"what are you doing, perv?" you tease as he comes over and leaps up onto the bed. his kitten paws pad over the blankets and settle into the crook of your arm. you smile to yourself, recalling how sweet the vet was with him. "hey, Wes?" you call out. 

"yeah?" he comes back into the room with a warm washcloth and a small smile on his face. 

"would you wanna get coffee or something sometime?" you bite your lip. maybe he doesn't want to go on a date, but it's worth a shot.

"sure." he breaks into a grin that makes you giddy. thank god, because you really were hoping to see him again. 

you can't wait.  

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andy robertson with your new baby?? seems like. an ADORABLE dad and you write the cuuutessttt fics so just anything with andy and your new baby girl would be so so so adorable pls and thank uuuu

baby girl

“Shh, shhh,” Andy coos softly at his tiny little brand new baby girl. The little pink bundle of warmth and love was making the beginning of some unhappy cries. The shirtless new father bends over to carefully scoop his two week old newborn baby to cradle gently against him. “Mama’s sleeping,” he whispers quietly as he begins to bounce ever so slightly with a sway to help calm her. “Oh aren’t so you bloody adorable.” He mumbles, his smile so huge it actually hurts his cheeks. “And got your mummies pretty eyes. Lucky you.” He chuckles, brushing a soft finger over her even softer cheek.

“Got your nose, though.” Your voice adds, thick with sleep. Andy sniggers, “Mama is not sleeping.” He corrects before he turns around to face you standing there, beaming tiredly at him. “You okay?” He asks you sweetly. You shrug your heavy shoulders with a sigh. “Sore boobs.”

Andy grimaces, furrowing his brows. He wishes there was some way that he could help you with all of these things that he just had no ability to actually help with. He can’t make your stitches ache any less, cant stop your boobs from burning and certainly can’t do anything about the fact your daughter is a very hungry little thing. The only thing he can do is make sure he’s awake at every possible opportunity to take her when you’re sleeping while he’s got the time to do so.

“Sorry,” he mumbles, “Is there anything I can do?”

You shake your head, smiling softly as you walk over to them. “You could massage them for me?” You tease, wagging your eyebrows in a tiredly suggestive manner that makes Andy laugh and then hum softly. “I could do that.” He winks, closing the space to press his lips gently against yours. A little coo sounds from between you, though, making you both smile and break the kiss. “Nah, just need to feed her.” You shrug. Andy nods, passing her over into your arms.

While you take a seat down on that rocking chair to breastfeed your daughter, Andy leans against the chest of drawers that her changing table is on top of. The new father crosses his arms over his chest, smiling as he just watches you. It’s the most mesmerising thing that he’s ever counted himself lucky enough to witness. “You’re staring.” You note sweetly, raising your eyebrows and tilting your head at him. Andy simply shrugs and smiles even bigger.

“I just love you.”

~~

“This is Hampden Park.” Andy begins, walking out to the empty pitch in the middle of the stadium. “It’s where our national team plays. Daddy captains the side, can you believe that?” He gasps soft, smiling at his tiny baby daughter as she simply stares up at him with her big eyes that look so much like yours. “Yeah, me neither.” He laughs.

Andy looks around the empty stadium, spotting and maybe more laughably hearing John McGinn at the coming out of the tunnel to start stretching with Kieran. “That’s your uncle John singing, unfortunately. He’s funny though, i think you’ll love him but certainly not for his singing ability." He notes softly. John rolls his eyes as he walks up to the Scotland captain, taking this opportunity to get a good look at his newborn daughter. "She's gorgeous," John smiles, not even looking up at Andy as he follows his his prior statement, "Complete opposite of you mate, thank god for that."

That gave Andy his turn to roll his eyes, scoffing at the tease from probably his funniest teammate who laughs as he jogs off to go warmup with the rest of the guys who were now emerging from the tunnel.

"You are gorgeous." Andy says sweetly to his daughter, "Just like your beautiful mama, yes you are, yes you are." He babbles in his baby voice before he presses a gentle kiss to her soft forehead. “I hope you love it here as much as i do.” He adds, bouncing gently as he walks around so she remains as calm and quiet as she has since he brought her out here. You’re watching him from the side of the pitch, sitting with the other wives and girlfriends but you’re not focussing or listening to a word they’ve said. It’s impossible to take your eyes off of Andy and your daughter. He looks so content, so precious walking around talking to her. It’s so beautifully obvious how much he loves her and it’s the same way that everybody can also see how much he loves you.

“And one day,” Andy coos to that sweet, brand new baby girl, “If you want, you’re gonna lead out the woman’s team here and then you’re gonna lift the world cup trophy and i’m going to be right there-” He pauses to point out to the best seats, right where you are sitting. “Front and centre with your mama cheering you on eh? Doesn’t matter what you do, sweetheart. Daddy is always going to be right here cheering you on ‘cause you’re my baby girl and i love you so so so much.” He kisses her head again, looking at her like she’s the most precious thing in the world and truly, she is. She’s his perfect little baby girl. She looks just like you and makes his heart hurt from happiness just like you do. She is literally perfect.

“And you’re gonna be good for your mummy?” He muses, smiling at you as he walks towards where you standing now by the barricade waiting to take her back so he can go and warmup. “She needs her rest,” he says quietly, stopping a few feet away so he can look as though he’s just giving her a little kiss on his cheek when he actually tilts his head down so he can undetectable whisper, “has to be in a good mood when i ask her to marry me.”

His baby daughter just looks up at him with eyes wide in wonderment, very much like the way Andy looks at you. Seeing you as a mother, just getting to be part of witnessing the way you love her is more beautiful than he could ever have imagined and as Andy passes the nearly sleeping baby over to you, seeing the way your eyes light up and the pure joy in the way you kiss him before he leaves to warm up, he knows he’s more than ready to make you his wife.

[chrisevansgoodgirl]

i was an angel, looking to get f*cked hard. like a groupie incognito posing as a real singer

summary: a disaster.

warnings: like, everything. threesomes mmf and ffm. anal, like extreme anal too. oral. vaginal, and also extreme vaginal bc yikes that got crazy there for a moment. slight bondage. steve being the b e s t (imo that’s a logical warning)

word count: around 9,250

relationships: steve rogers x reader (main), andy barber x reader, mike weiss x reader, ransom drysdale x reader, robert pronge x reader, ari levinson x reader, colin shea x reader, nick vaughan x reader, frank adler, wanda maximoff x reader

a/n: i’m just discreetly dropping this mess in the cover of night lol. literally will never understand why my mind came up with this idea. but if you see this fic, who was your favorite power duo?

To you, it was just another normal day. You were on Steve’s lap, your legs draped over his, his knees pressed hard against your inner thighs to keep you open, your ass grinding down on his hard cock. With two fingers buried in your overworked pussy and a thumb rounding your clit, you couldn’t sit up on your own. You were leaned back against his chest, babbling all the while your cunt made a mess on his pants and the bed.

To Steve, well, he had other plans. “What do you think your weirdest fantasy is, doll?”

He was only asking because you were so distracted, so weak-minded in that moment to feel anything even close to shame. But the last thing you ever wanted was to hurt Steve, didn’t matter how fucked out you were.

“I don’t know,” you mumbled.

“You know you can tell me anything, right? I know you’re a beautiful woman who gets a lot of attention. It’s all right…”

“Steve?” you prompted. Why this question? Why now? And what did he mean by attention?

His mouth was at your ear when he spoke next. “You were talking in your sleep again.”

You immediately felt hot all over, and it was not because of your impending orgasm. “What did I say?”

“Some very interesting things. But I wanna hear it again. I wanna hear it now that you’re wide awake.”

You turned your head up, shivering when he didn’t stop moving his fingers. “I love you.”

“I know you do, my gorgeous girl. I always know. But I love you, too, and I want to make sure I give you everything you want. You can tell me, I would never betray your trust.”

“Well,” you squeaked, feeling like your throat was about to close, “lately…”

He curled his fingers up just right and you cried out. “It’s okay, baby, I’ve got all day. I’ll get it out of you one way or another.”

“It’s just…um, lately…I’ve kind of been thinking about, like, being fucked…”

He hummed.

“By, like, a lot of people. Like…in one night.”

He scoffed. “People or men?”

“Well…”

“It’s okay,” he assured. “You want to be fucked by a lot of different cocks, yeah?”

All you could do was nod.

“That’s okay, baby. I was just curious is all. Just like you are. It’s not wrong to fantasize about that.”

“But I don’t need it, okay? I only need you.”

“I know,” he assured. “I know how much you love my cock.”

“And you.”

He nodded, smirking. “Yes, and me.”

When Steve had come home from his run several days later, you had felt him watching you. You craved him immediately because even after all these years, all the nights he had fucked you senseless, the missions the two of you couldn’t go without being connected, you still ached to be wrapped around him because you loved him so much.

He kissed you slowly, pointedly before he went to take a shower. You went to his bedroom several minutes later and waited for him on his bed. You stripped down to nothing but your bra and panties.

You knew he heard you come in and he heard you drop your clothing, he heard you climb on the bed, and he could hear you breathing. You were certain he could smell you, too. You were drenched just thinking about fucking him. It was unnatural how badly you wanted Steve sometimes.

He came out without a towel, water dripping onto the floor.

You scoffed. “Baby, stop making a mess.”

“Don’t be hypocritical, doll. You’re about to make a mess of the bed.”

You arched an eyebrow. “Am I?”

Still soaking wet, he approached the bed carefully. He showed zero hesitation as he laid himself on top of you.

You laughed. “Steve, you’re getting water everywhere!”

He didn’t care, he just kissed you, filthy, all tongue, moaning into your open mouth. His hands slid up and down your torso, your hips, your thighs, never touching you quite where you wanted him to.

You felt his cock between your bodies, already hard. You attempted to reach down to move your underwear aside, but he caught both of your hands and pinned them to the mattress over your head.

He broke the kiss to stare down at you.

“Well, are you going to make me make a mess, or what?”

“I have something new I wanna try, doll.”

You scoffed. “New? Is there anything you haven’t done to me yet?”

He looked excited to answer the question, but knew if he started to think about it, this situation would quickly spiral out of his control. “Well, remember how Wanda took an entire town hostage?”

Your mouth dropped. “I don’t think we’re supposed to talk about that.”

“Oh, she’s fine now. That’s what therapy is for.”

“Okay, but your point is?”

“She’s gotten much better at using those powers.”

“Like…the mental stuff? Like…” You hated to use these negative terms because you hardly blamed Wanda for everything that went down, but until Bruce had come up with the sensitive script, you were all just going in blind. “Like, mind control?”

“Yeah.”

“Tell me how that’s relevant right now, Steven.”

“Better at mind control, better at…creating worlds. It doesn’t even have to be out here anymore, she could get inside your mind and make you think you were living a life that she completely made up.”

You narrowed your eyes. “What are you saying?”

“I asked her for a little help. You remember what we talked about the other day? How you want to get fucked by different men?”

“That is not what I said because I definitely do not want that.”

“You don’t want to get fucked by other men, in reality. In a world created by Wanda, however…”

“Steve, I don’t—”

“Just try it with me. She’s gonna come in here, you’re going to let her in that gorgeous head of yours. I’ll be there with you the entire time.”

“How will I know it’s really you?”

“I promise, baby. That’s what she said. She can do that, she can put us both in one little world that no one can interrupt us in.”

“So…who’s fucking me? Because if it’s Bucky, that is so weak, Steve. We can have a threesome in real life, grow up.”

“Nope. No one on the team.”

You were immeasurably confused then. “Do you even know other people?”

“I know you inside and out, and I know who you want to fuck.”

“You think there’s anyone in this world that I think compares to you?”

“In this world? Oh, no. Hang on, I’m gonna get dressed and then I’ll get Wanda.”

It was clear then that he wasn’t going to tell you a thing. Steve could be elaborate when he wanted to and his “in this world” comment was starting to scare you. If not this world, what world?

You watched him finally dry off and slip into a simple t-shirt and jeans. Shamelessly, your eyes moved over his body, thighs rubbing together when he tucked his cock into his pants.

“You touch yourself and this isn’t going to be as pleasant as I wanted it to be.”

You lifted both hands to the headboard. “They won’t move, I promise.”

He moved over you again, kissing your forehead. “You know how much I enjoy rewarding you when you’re a good girl.”

“Mhm.”

“I’ll be right back.”

When he returned with Wanda, you were trying not to think about how weird this was. You loved Wanda and yes, you were both comfortable enough that you’d been naked together. But in a sexual way? Never happened. This was obviously sexual. How did he talk her into this? Probably an early birthday present.

“Lie down next to her,” she directed.

You moved over a little, finally placing your arms back down to your sides. He got on the bed next to you, turning his head to kiss your cheek. You couldn’t help but smile, some of those twisting nervous feelings were starting to get quieter now that he was so close to you.

Wanda sat down next to you. “Are you calm?”

“Not really,” you admitted.

“You need to be calm,” she instructed. “Just close your eyes.”

You did so, mindful of your breathing and trying not to let your thoughts get ahead of you.

“You should probably tell her who she’s going to see,” Wanda recommended. “She’s going to panic there and ruin this whole thing.”

“I wanted it to be a surprise, but she is the worst about this stuff. I can never manage it.” He took one of your hands in his, his fingers sliding between yours. “Baby, remain calm.”

“Okay…”

“You know that actor you’re so in love with?”

You immediately sat up, staring at him with wide eyes. “What?!”

He sighed at you and reminded, “Calm.”

“How does anyone stay calm after that, Steve?”

“Lie back down now,” he directed, and you did so with a sigh. “Now, you made me watch many of his movies and that one show... who else would I let fuck my girlfriend?”

“This is weird.”

“No, this is fictional, meaning that it’s not real. Meaning that yes, you’re going to feel like you’re getting fucked by different men, but you’re not going to be. This is the only way I can accept this fantasy of yours.”

You looked at Wanda. “How is this even going to work?”

“So, your thoughts and opinions about these characters will influence their behavior. Think of it like I’m a spider, spinning a web with your thoughts.”

“And you’re the prey caught in the web,” Steve tried.

Wanda gave him a flat look. “No.”

You snorted. “Okay, so…it’s all just what I think they would do?”

She nodded.

“And you promise Steve will really be there with me?”

“I promise.”

“Like, it will really be Steve? Not just some imaginary Steve of my mind?”

“Honey, I brought my boyfriend back from the dead and kept him with me in a town for a very long time. I think I can manage you and Steve for a few hours.”

Steve lifted your joined hands and kissed the back of your palm.

You turned to look at him.

“I promise I’ll be there the entire time. No one, not even a fictional man will touch you without my permission.”

You snorted. “And mine?”

He smiled. “Right. That was what I meant.”

“Oh, I’m sure.”

“Mostly, what you will experience will be based on your mind. But Steve will be there too, equally part of this, so I can also take feedback from him. If he wants someone to do something to you, I’ll know, and I can make it happen. You’ll know it’s really him then, won’t you?”

Yes, more than likely. Steve certainly had a very specific style in the bedroom.

“Okay, so just relax for me,” Wanda tried again.

Steve kissed your hand again and you settled back down on your pillow. You once more paid special attention to the steadiness of your breathing and tried to quiet your racing mind.

“Okay, just focus on my voice,” Wanda said. “I’m going to count down.” She pressed her fingers to your temple lightly and began at 10.

The next thing you knew, you were in a dimly lit room, naked and lying on a leather surface. Your legs were open, ankles bound, and your hands were tied together over your head, also wrapped around something you could not see. You were spread out and on display, incapable of even moving an inch on your own.

“You good, baby?”

You looked up where Steve’s voice sounded. He was naked as well; you could see all that muscle you always enjoyed even with the dull lights. “I’m good.”

“You okay with being tied up?”

“I think so.”

“At any point, you want to stop, just say my name.”

“Just your name?”

“You want me to stop, yes, say my name.” He started walking along the table, his hand coming out to trail down the side of your body. “But if you want me to keep going, you can call me daddy.”

You scoffed. A group-sex kink and a daddy kink all in one day? “Wow, you’re just going all out, aren’t you?”

“Oh, you think this is my fantasy? You said a lot the other night.”

“You could have woken me up. That is such an invasion of privacy.”

“If I had woken you up, this wouldn’t be happening. I have no regrets, doll.” He climbed onto the table, hands settling on your hips. On his knees, he briefly leaned over you as he pulled your hips up off the table, slowly sliding his cock inside you.

You tossed your head back, pulling on the ropes around your wrists. “Fuck.”

“Fuck?” he promoted, voice thick and gravelly.

You laughed breathily, still adjusting around him. “Fuck, daddy.”

He hummed. “Such a good girl.”

“Are you going to make me come for being so good?”

“You’re not entirely good,” he countered. He reached up, hand closing around your jaw so he could turn your attention to the side.

Standing along the wall were several fictional characters that you had proclaimed your love for at least several hundred times to Steve. He was never huffy about it because he knew you loved him, but you figured that might change after this…

They were silent, simply watching. It was odd to think about how they were just there, how it felt so real even though you knew it wasn’t.

“The murderer, seriously?” he pressed.

There were two, in fact. Ransom Drysdale was the first one you noticed. You were weak, what could you say? Then Robert Pronge. That had to be a new low. He was a terrible man, you knew that.

“I’m…sorry?”

“You will be,” he promised.

“But there are also lawyers,” you pointed out.

“One of them is an addict.”

But today, you were the only thing that beautiful man was going to be addicted to. You spared Steve from hearing that, though.

“Let me look at you,” you requested, and he turned you back to him. “Make me come, daddy.”

He let his hand slide down to your neck, fingers curling just slightly as his hips began to steadily move. His cock drove in and out of your pussy, the wet noise of it echoing around the whole room.

Your head was already swimming, perhaps the concept that people were watching you get fucked. People, even if they weren’t real, were watching Steve play your body like an instrument he’d known his whole life.

Eyes locked on yours, he fucked you until you were both coming together. His hips were erratic as soon as you tightened around him. He pleaded with you to wait for him, and you held on for as long as you could.

He squeezed his hand tight as soon as you opened your mouth to scream. Your orgasm was built up by him choking you, and the strangled sounds you made went straight to his cock. You felt him spill into you and your eyes rolled back. That was a feeling you would never tire of.

He was still hard as he pulled out, some of his cum dripping down his length. He took himself in his hand and rubbed his cum all over your stomach, leaving your skin sticky.

You smiled. “Thank you, daddy.”

He leaned over you, reaching for your hands. “I’m gonna let you loose a little.” Your wrists were still wrapped together but you could now bring your arms down just a little. You could grab what you wanted and that was his intent.

“You still good?”

“Yes.”

“Remember…”

“Your name,” you confirmed.

“We’re gonna take it easy for a minute, okay? Two at a time sound good?”

“Yeah.” You’d never been fucked by two men at one time, and you had been sure it was never going to happen. When you met Steve, you knew you were done. You knew that you could never again touch another man or let them touch you. But there you were, and he wanted this almost as much as you. He wanted to watch you enjoy yourself and you just had to remember that.

He stepped off the table and moved off to the side. “We’re going to start with the lawyers.”

You turned your head as Mike Weiss and Andy Barber moved from their places against the wall. Mike was more confident; he went straight to the end of the table and began moving his pants out of the way.

Andy was less confident, unsure of what to do. You grabbed his belt and pulled him toward you. Mike got up on the table, his hands sliding up your thighs as neared your pussy. You turned down to watch him, shivering. He didn’t feel like Steve and you couldn’t help but notice.

“It’s okay, baby,” Steve promised. “Just let it happen. It’ll stop being so weird soon enough.”

You looked at him briefly and he nodded reassuringly. Your hands began working Andy’s belt open, but you turned back to Mike. He had one hand around his thick cock as he moved it closer to your entrance. You watched as he slipped into you, mouth dropped as you reveled in every inch that filled you up.

You impatiently yanked Andy’s pants down when you could and turned up as he pulled himself out of his boxers. It was big enough that your mouth instinctively fell open, desperate to choke on him. He was so slow about sliding in, eyes never leaving your face.

Mike pulled out until just the head of his cock was inside you and thrust back in quickly. You moaned around Andy’s cock and he let out a shaky breath. His hands closed around your breasts just as Mike’s fingers found your clit.

You were whining and whimpering already, bobbing your head up and down Andy’s length while Mike touched the most sensitive part of you. His cock felt like it was getting deeper and deeper, hitting a spot inside you that was making your vision blur each time.

Andy’s fingers began pinching at your nipples until it was painful. That was all Steve, he always loved doing that to you. Then one of his hands whipped across your breast sharply, noisily. You whined around him and so he did it again.

Mike angled his hand so he could slap his fingers against your cunt, an unbearable amount of pressure on your clit. Your eyes filled with tears, your body shaking with your approaching orgasm.

Andy alternated between squeezing and slapping your skin, never moving his hips. He let you work his cock freely, sighing when you took him down your throat, grunting when you teased him by sucking just the tip of him between your lips.

Mike moaned shamelessly as your cunt tightened around him. He fucked you faster, hitting you harder until you were practically sobbing. He timed it correctly, smacking your clit each time he wanted your hips to jerk so he could slide in even deeper.

You finished while you were choking on Andy’s cock, your overwhelmed cries of pleasure an added sensation for him. Mike followed soon after, keeping himself buried in you as he rubbed his fingers around your clit. You shuddered the entire time, aftershocks wracking your whole body.

Andy was next, pulling out of your mouth and stroking himself until his cum painted your breasts. He quickly gathered some of it on the tips of his fingers, leaning down as he shoved them into your mouth.

And before you could even gain your composure, they were switching positions. Andy took your hips carefully, slipping into you with consideration for how sensitive he knew you would be.

You threw your head back, whining.

“Do you need a moment?” Steve wondered.

“No, no. I’m okay,” you promised. It took you a moment to adjust to Andy, but he was patient. You turned your head and Mike touched your face. He moved your hair away from your eyes and traced your features until you looked up at him.

“Open up, sweetheart.”

You did so immediately.

He pressed the head of his cock against your tongue and slid in until you gagged. You could easily identify the taste of Steve’s cum that had been left in your pussy.

Andy reached under your body and held your ass for leverage, pounding into you. Your core ached but you craved so much more. Steve knew how to fuck you all night, he knew how to pace himself. These men had no idea about your body at all, they were just using you. Though you didn’t want this often, you enjoyed being objectified like this.

Mike rocked his hips but never too hard, never enough to choke you. If you wanted that, you had to take as much of him as you could. He hissed curses each time, brushing his fingers through your hair and touching your cheek. “Just like, sweetheart. You’re doing so well.”

You stared up at him until he was coming down your throat. He held a handful of your hair, but you moved up and down, despite the pull you felt on your scalp. Of course, he didn’t taste like Steve, but you didn’t dwell on that. He was the one who pulled away and began getting redressed as you turned down to Andy.

He pulled his hands out from under you and set them higher up on the table. His body hovered over yours and you longed to be able to touch him. You figured that was what Steve wanted to avoid in tying you up. Regardless of this, he was such a possessive man.

His hips moved sharply, always making it hurt at least a little. As you neared your end, you arched your back and he sat up once more to grab your breasts. He squeezed them tight, smacked them now and then, yanked on your nipples incessantly until you were screaming and coming.

This time he finished inside you and you shivered. The thought of every single man in the room leaving their cum inside was filthy and you wanted it so badly it hurt. Your gaze followed him as he pulled out and readjusted his clothing, head turning to see him take his place at the wall again.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want some alone time with that one?” Steve asked.

Smirking, you turned back to him. “Jealous yet, daddy?”

“Not at all.” He made his way to your side, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “And are you still okay?”

You nodded.

“Ready for another round?”

“Yes, please.”

He hummed, glancing over the wall as he moved back. “I guess the psychopaths are up.”

“Don’t call them that,” you feigned offense.

He rolled his eyes. “We need to talk about your sexual interests later.”

Ransom walked right up to you, one hand grabbing your jaw and the other pulling his cock out. He pulled you onto him immediately, groaning as he felt your throat struggling around him.

Robert did the same with your pussy, with no hesitation or sensitivity. He was slow enough about it, but you knew that we because he was teasing you not because he wanted to let you get used to him.

They kept you full for a moment, completely buried in your mouth and cunt. You were choking loudly, hips squirming at the sting, and just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, they both pulled out. You laid there, gasping and shaking, and they simply watched. You briefly wondered how much of this was you and how much of it was Steve. Did he want to watch you get used by two cruel, violent men?

Together, they fucked your mouth and pussy. They thrust in together, pulled out together, and both decided when soft and slow weren’t working anymore. They were merciless and neither one finished until you were crying and sweating. Tears stained your face, drool was everywhere, and every time Robert let you down on the table, you felt how wet you’d managed to get it.

Ransom was first. He held you down until you swallowed all his cum, and then pulled out and moved down to your breasts. He had to wait until Robert was done, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t going to have fun. He jerked himself off, tapping the head of his cock against your breasts.

You had come twice when Robert finally finished. He pulled out and leaned down just to firmly lick over your clit. You shuddered, a surprised squeal tearing from your throat. You were exhausted and it was clear, but that didn’t stop either of them.

“Baby?” Steve checked.

“No,” was all you said before you opened your mouth for Robert. He placed his hand on the back of your head, pulling you down onto him roughly. You gagged hard enough that your entire body moved. It was something that made his eyes light up, something he would make you do again.

Ransom rubbed his fingers over your clit until you were just about to finish then completely backed off. Since your mouth was full, you couldn’t even complain. Not when he did it the second time or the third time. And your scream was muffled when he took you so close that fourth time and instead of making you come, shoved his cock into your clenching center.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “You are so tight, gorgeous.” He set his hand to your stomach and fucked you hard. Your body was sliding against the leather, constantly pulled down by the ropes at your ankles. You were never able to get too far from Ransom.

Robert was harsher as his finish approached. He had you gagging and choking, drooling all over his cock. “Keep your mouth wide for me, honey.”

You did so, staying as open as you could. He would pull out all the way just to shove back in until your nose was pressing into his pelvis. The wet noises of your throat filled the room, even louder than your soaking cunt Ransom was pounding into.

Robert pulled out of your mouth and walked around the table until he reached your hands. You knew what he wanted right away and circled both hands around his length. He grabbed your face, forcing you to look at him. “Open.”

You did even though you knew Steve wouldn’t like what was coming next. He spit into your mouth and you eagerly swallowed. Then you rolled your head back and kept your mouth open for his cum as he fucked your hands. His cum poured out from his cock, most landing in your mouth or on your jaw.

Ransom was close but insisted on dragging it out. He would pull his cock out and smack it against your clit before thrusting back in completely, over and over, until both of you were orgasming.

At this time, Robert was licking your face to gather up all of his cum. Again, he spit all of it into your open mouth. Once both men left you to return to their spots at the wall, Steve was at your side.

“Are you serious?”

You scoffed weakly. “Who next?”

“So, can I spit it your mouth or is that just a thing you let murderers do?”

You opened your mouth instead of offering a spoken answer.

He sighed. “Doesn’t count after he did it. I’ll try it later.”

“Who next? I do have a preference. Like, if you wanted any suggestions.”

He merely rolled his eyes and moved away as Ari Levinson and Colin Shea came closer to you. Ari moved to the foot of the table, but Colin leaned over you in your side, lips crashing down on yours.

Steve was stunned silent for a moment before he cleared his throat. Not that that stopped the man from shoving his tongue down your throat. “Okay, that stops now, or this entire thing stops.”

Colin pulled back, smirking smugly.

You couldn’t help but giggle.

“Doll,” Steve scolded.

“I didn’t know he was going to kiss me!” you defended. Before the conversation could get much further, Colin had his cock out. He tapped it along your jaw until you stuck your tongue out.

Ari had climbed onto the table, but he wasn’t inside you. Not yet. Instead, he leaned over you, starting with kissing your neck and moving down your throat to your collarbone, your breasts, paying special attention to your nipples and then the curve of your breasts, your ribs, down the center of your stomach, under your navel, all around your cunt, but never right there.

Finally, he pressed his cock into you, and you hummed around Colin. “Fuck,” they both sighed. You would have had the same reaction if you could have.

Ari didn’t want to waste time, he wanted to see you come. As his hips moved, he massaged gentle circles around your clit. You were already sensitive because of your last orgasms but this man knew just how to touch you. He was using the right pace and pressure, so you figured that was Steve’s doing, not yours.

But any time Ari was close, his hips would still, and he would use his fingers to get you off. He liked feeling your pussy coming around him, and his goal was to make it happen as many times as he possibly could.

Colin was enjoying your mouth, letting you bob your head back and forth on your own. He liked watching your eyes, they moved between his cock and his face. “You’re doing so well, babe.” And when your eyes flickered up to him in surprise, he knew he’d caught something. “Your mouth feels so fucking good, and you’re taking my cock so well. Such a good girl.”

Ari used all the time he could, paying attention to Colin as well. He wasn’t moving until Colin needed to fuck you, and both men seemed happy making this last as long as they could. He made you come so many times you lost count, but you figured Steve would let you know later.

You wondered how many good-girl points you’d lost. He would undoubtedly be bending you over his knee and smacking your ass until it was sore, but how many times did he plan on doing it? You were guessing at least three situations he would feel it was warranted.

When Ari was coming, he grabbed onto your hips desperately. You felt his eyes on your face even though you couldn’t look at him. He held you tight as he was coming down, slowly thrusting his hips, making sure to reach that deep spot inside you.

Colin only grabbed your hair when he was finishing. He yanked you back, angling your head, and fucked your mouth until he had come back down. The entire time, Ari thumbed at your clit gently.

When they switched positions, you had the overwhelming desire to kiss Ari. Steve had shaved his beard off so long ago and if you sent him the right puppy-eyes look…

“Fine,” he sighed. “Never shaving again,” but he muttered that to himself.

Ari dropped down to his knees and kissed you eagerly. You felt his beard pricking at your skin and couldn’t help but smile. Damn. You missed Steve’s beard.

Colin used his fingers to spread your cunt wide open, groaning as he watched his cock disappear inside you. Relentlessly, he fucked you, and you were pathetically loud because there wasn’t a cock in your mouth shutting you up.

Ari touched your face and your breasts, and you reveled in how rough his hands felt against your skin. He pulled away and kissed all over your face before he stood up.

You took in as much of him as you could, which was a lot since you’d had your throat stretched impossibly the entire night. But you still gagged and because Ari was much sweeter than the rest, he took it slow after that. He didn’t necessarily want to hear you gag, he liked it of course, but he wanted you to enjoy sucking his cock.

And you did. You had your lips wrapped around him the whole time, pulling back slow, dripping back down the same way. Your eyes were locked on his and this man looked wrecked. His fingertips ran along your face and he whispered curses and nonsense about your beauty.

Colin set his fingers to your clit when he was close. It took you there almost instantly and he didn’t care. He continued fucking you, the noise of it louder with his cum added into the mix. You were overflowing with it by now, and you still wanted so much more. He didn’t mind that you were shuddering and whining, and Ari liked the vibrations of it, too. Colin just kept moving until Ari finished with a soft moan.

Nick Vaughn and Frank Adler were next. You were shivering over the mere thought of these soft men. As soon as Colin and Ari had left your side, they were right there.

Frank started at your mouth. He lifted his cock, and you showered his sac with attention. He used his free hand to fondle your breasts. Nick was kissing your legs. He had his hands settled on your knees before he let them slide up, along with his lips. He let them graze your skin until he reached your core. He kissed all around your sensitive skin, but never right there.

You hadn’t noticed at first, but he untied your legs and brought them up as he got on the table. He bent your knees, setting your feet flat on the leather and gently sunk into you. Your legs pressed against his sides before winding around him and hooking at the ankles.

Only when Frank finally let you have his cock did he also start untying you. As you struggled to hold his entire length in your mouth, he was pulling your arms down, but kept your wrists tied. He kissed your hands and arms all over as he used your mouth.

They let their hands wander your entire body. You didn’t know which one was where, but your breasts were never neglected, your clit was constantly stimulated, and your finish happened in record time.

They were so unlike the rest, even unlike Steve, they finished so quietly, so slowly. It was the gentlest you had ever been fucked and you liked it, of course, but when this was all over, you were going to beg Steve to give it to you hard until you were crying and couldn’t walk straight.

They traded places and you swallowed Nick’s cock eagerly, still high on your orgasm. You reached for him blindly and he took your hands in his. He kissed your fingers as you worked.

Frank slammed into you painfully and you moaned loudly. He carefully pulled you down to the edge of the table and Nick followed, his cock never once leaving your mouth. Frank pulled your calves over his shoulders, grabbed your thighs, and fucked you hard and loud and desperately. Slapping skin, your soaking cunt, they were both softly groaning, and you were certain you were fucking dying. You couldn’t take it anymore, you had been fucked too many times, you couldn’t handle another orgasm.

But Frank tore it out of you and all the noise you made coaxed Nick to an easy finish, was then they both started to kiss you again. Frank pulled out of you first, then Nick, and you dipped your fingers into your cunt, cum just poured out of you.

“Put them in your mouth,” Steve ordered, and you did so instantly. You hummed, noisily sucking your fingers clean. It tasted weird, so many unfamiliar men, but you could still pick out Steve’s taste. His cum still lingered inside you and you loved that.

Frank began picking you up off the table. You were confused for a moment before he sat down where you had been and pulled you back down on his cock.

“Daddy?” you called out. Was he okay with this next part?

“It’s okay, angel. Unless you need a minute.”

“No, I’m okay.”

Frank laid back and you began to unbutton his shirt. It was a hard task with bound hands, so he eventually took pity on you and did it himself.

You heard Nick getting undressed as well but until he was behind you, you had not put two and two together.

“This is okay?” Steve checked again, just to be safe.

“Yes,” you squeaked. The head of Nick’s cock touched your asshole and you stilled completely. Almost effortlessly, he pushed into you, unrealistic, but the feeling was too good to complain. God, you would never be able to adequately repay Wanda.

Nick grabbed one side of your hip, Frank the other, and they pulled down hard, away from the other. It was like they were fighting, struggling to keep you closer to them and only them.

You couldn’t process anything other than how full you felt. You were aching and overused, but you couldn’t even attempt to form the words that you needed a break. Your mind wanted one, but your body was still painfully desperate for more.

You finished hard, your entire body tensing, and something just snapped. It felt just like any other orgasm, but as you settled on Frank’s lap, you felt how wet he was. Everything was a blur as they pulled out of you and you were waiting for the next pair.

Ari was already naked when he carefully urged you off the table. You let your hands touch his stomach first and he let you have your fun as he set his ass just on the edge of the table. His cock was still hard, and he easily worked your legs over his hips until you were standing on your toes, trying to stay there because it already hurt how deep inside you he was.

He took pity on you, grasping your ass and spreading you open. You leaned forward just slightly and he kissed you. That was not your plan, you simply needed to place your hands on the table for balance, but you had zero complaints.

Of course, Colin, practically a frat bro, wanted to fuck your ass. You swore he was harder than before as you felt him shoving his cock inside you. You moaned into Ari’s mouth and his hips jumped up just a little. You cried out but he continued to do it several more times before Colin’s pelvis was pressed flush to your ass.

They held you in place as they fucked you. It wasn’t like the last time, slow, aching, fucking passionate. This was torture, they were using you and you couldn’t get away, not that you could make yourself want to, not that these sensations weren’t driving you insane.

Colin grabbed your hair and pulled you back, turning your head to him so he could stare into your eyes. “Your ass is so tight, baby.”

All you could do is whimper.

“Is he making you feel good?” Steve questioned.

“Yes.”

“Tell him. Tell him how much you like his cock.”

“Your cock feels so good,” you blurted out.

Colin kissed the side of your face. “I know.”

“It’s so fucking big,” you asserted, very much sounding like you were pouting about it.

“What about the other one?” Steve encouraged.

You faced Ari again, his eyes were washing over your whole body hungrily. You touched his torso again, his chest and his abs. “You feel so good.”

“Yeah?”

You nodded quickly. “Like having you in my pussy.”

Your next orgasm was no gentler than the last. It was numbing and overwhelming, but you knew that you were nowhere near done. You were on your knees on the table, waiting for the next two men. Your cunt was dripping with all the cum that had been poured into you and you were sweating and shaking.

“Want a break now?”

“No.”

“The psychopaths are next,” he pointed out.

“No,” you insisted.

Ransom grabbed you first, turning you over so that you were sitting again. “You should probably listen to him.”

You shook your head.

He smirked and pulled you off, forcing you to stand. He never let you go because he worried you would fall, but he enjoyed seeing how shaky your legs were. He sat down and turned you away from him. “Sit on my cock, baby girl.”

You carefully situated yourself over his lap and despite his directions, he helped you a lot. He pressed into you initially but reveled in you sliding down the rest of the way until you were flat against him. He spread your legs and Robert immediately moved in. He filled you up quickly, and you were suddenly so impossibly full again. It didn’t matter that this was the third time, it was devastating, and you were exhausted and aching.

Ransom stood with you, forcing you closer to Robert. You started at his hair, grabbing handfuls, and yanking him in for a kiss. Ransom moved your hair out of his way and began biting one side of your neck and the shoulder nearest. They fucked you without rhythm or cohesion, they fucked you like they were competing.

“Tell them you’re enjoying yourself, doll,” Steve reminded.

Ransom pulled you back against his chest, hands grabbing at your breasts again. “Yeah, am I big?”

You whimpered and nodded.

He slammed into you harder. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. So big. I don’t think anything else could fit.”

“Oh, we’ll see about that,” he muttered.

You didn’t have the mind to question him. You simply turned forward.

Robert smirked. “You like my cock, princess?”

You nodded fast, grabbing his hand to bring his fingers to your clit. “Make me come around your cock. Please make me come.”

Both men became even more unhinged. You hadn’t thought that was possible. They trapped you between their bodies and all you could do was take it. You had to take Ransom mercilessly fucking your ass, Robert rubbing your clit and cruelly fucking your pussy even as it got tighter. You screamed so loud that by the time you all finished, your voice was hoarse.

But oh, they were not done with you. Ransom pulled you onto the table with him, Robert’s cock slipping out. Both men were amused by your sad whimper. Ransom yanked legs open for Robert. “You heard her. She thinks nothing else can fit.”

Holy fuck, he did not mean…

Robert stepped closer, hand resting against your cunt as he began forcing his cock into your ass, next to Ransom’s.

“Relax, baby,” Steve said. “It’ll feel good, I promise.”

You were on fire as soon as the tip of his cock was inside you. You were shaking and panting, and you felt possessed. It was horrifying how badly you wanted him to keep going, until he was buried in you. With every push forward, every additional inch he fed you, you thought you would pass out. You’d never felt pleasure so intense.

As soon as his cock was settled deep inside you, they were moving. They were thrusting in and out of you and you were coming almost immediately. Your cunt was clenching around nothing, so desperate for a cock. Both Ransom and Robert were abruptly happy your pussy had been neglected because on one particularly good thrust, your pussy wept, leaving both men drenched.

“Fuck, baby,” Robert muttered, reaching out to touch your face. You touched his body, hands grazing his stomach, his ass, up his back, down his shoulders.

“Think you can do that again?” Ransom inquired.

You shook your head, unable to form words.

He hummed. “Don’t sell yourself short, I think you can.” He moved you up by the hips and you cried out when you were suddenly left empty. Ransom quickly replaced three of his fingers in your ass, shushing you as you squeaked and whined unintelligibly. He took his cock in his other hand and shoved it into your pussy.

Your eyes widened as Robert stepped in again. Oh fuck, you were already shivering and throbbing with the desire to have your cunt as full as they just had your ass.

He wasn’t slow about this, and you were wet enough that it didn’t hurt as much as the last time. Again, their cocks moved in and out of your hole, and with Ransom’s fingers still working you, you knew he was going to make it happen.

You’d squirted several times and Steve fucking loved it, but it was a mystery to you both how it happened. He never could quite master controlling it. But you felt that familiar pressure in your stomach just piling up so high until you burst, and your pussy once again made a huge mess everywhere.

Ransom laid you out carefully on the table as they were departing. He kissed your face all over and told you how much he liked fucking all three of your holes. You suddenly realized that Steve had taken this over long ago and his fake jealousy was just an act so you wouldn’t suspect him. You only had so long to plot revenge before you were occupied once more.

Andy picked you up gently, making sure he had you held tightly as he situated himself under you. You were straddling his cock when Mike grabbed your hips and shoved himself into your ass. One hand settled around your neck and he used the other to press you down onto Andy’s length.

Andy lifted onto his elbows to watch your breasts bounce as they both drove their cocks in fast. Mike held you against him but that didn’t stop you from reaching out to Andy. You just wanted to touch him.

“This one is so fucking pretty,” you whined to Steve.

He rolled his eyes.

It wasn’t until the three of you had come that you had a brilliant idea. “Can I ride his beautiful face, daddy?”

“Yes.”

You hurriedly climbed up the table and Andy yanked you down by your hips. You screamed, throwing your head back as his tongue met your throbbing clit.

Steve quickly made his way to your side to make sure you stayed up. You kissed him as soon as he was in your reach. You thrust your hips over Andy’s face, moaning loudly into Steve’s mouth.

He grabbed one of your hands and wrapped it around his cock. You pulled away to turn down, wanting to watch as he finished. He took your opposite hand and directed it to Mike’s cock.

Mike leaned in, kissing the side of your face and grunting against your skin.

“On your back,” Steve told you.

Slowly, he helped you lean down until you were laid out on top of Andy. That gorgeous man with his gorgeous mouth and beard was still eating you out like his life depended on it.

With your hands full, Steve had to take over just a little. He turned your head and worked Andy’s cock into your mouth. As you grew closer to your end, you became aware of all the men surrounding you, stroking their cocks, all wanting to paint your skin with their cum.

When you came back to reality, you were aching, your skin was wet, and your center was throbbing.

“Baby?” Steve called out.

You turned your body to the sound of his voice and instinctively reached out to him. You whimpered as soon as your hand found his face. What the fuck was this? You were surprised to feel him hard against your stomach.

He sat up, looking around until he found Wanda.

She was looking everywhere but the two of you. “So yeah, this kind of happens. Your mind felt all of that and that’s why your body thinks it felt all of it…but it didn’t and now she just needs to be fucked.”

You laid flat on your back, reaching out to Steve again. He took your hand, but he hesitated in moving any closer.

“So, my work is done, I’ll be going now.” She moved to the door quickly.

“You don’t have to,” Steve claimed.

She froze, eyes wide as she looked back at him.

He gestured to you. “You could taste the mess you made. She honestly does have the sweetest pussy.”

Her mouth opened to respond but quickly shut. She glanced down at you, eyebrows pulling together.

You had never discussed adding anyone else in the bedroom but fuck, Wanda? She was beautiful… Maybe Steve knew about more of your fantasies than he told you about. It hurt like hell, but you lifted your hips and tore your underwear down.

Wanda only contemplated for several more seconds before she was charging back to the bed. She threw herself over you immediately, arms wrapping under and over your thighs so she could spread you wide.

You screamed as soon as her lips touched you. This was what it felt like when Steve edged you after you misbehaved, but he’d only ever held out for an hour. This felt like a god damn year.

Your hands buried in her hair and you pulled her in as close as you could get her. Your hips bucked desperately and all she did was lap and suck at your cunt until you were coming.

All Steve could do was admire the scene. Even though it was a very short scene.

She pulled away as you were coming down, wiping her mouth and not meeting your eye.

“You want to fuck her?” Steve asked.

She looked at him with her wide eyes again. “Oh, I don’t know…”

You sat up and she turned to you. “I want you to. If you want to.”

She looked surprised for a moment. “I…I haven’t been like this with anyone since…yeah.”

You crawled down the bed until you could set yourself on her lap. She wrapped her arms around you, and you suddenly fell in love with Steve even more. He must have known how badly Wanda was craving intimacy and knew just the way to get her to a position where she felt safe with the two of you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” you said.

She stared at you for a moment before she leaned in. She wasn’t just moving slow, she was moving slow, and all you could do was sit there and wait until her lips were finally touching yours.

You tasted yourself in the kiss and maybe that made you just a little less patient. You grabbed her hair again and used your body to push hers down. With you on top, you never broke the kiss, but you did begin to undress her.

She helped with her pants and underwear, and you settled your center against hers. She cried out, hands grabbing hard at your ass. She let her head fall back and you kissed and bit at her neck.

Steve sat down next to the two of you and moved your bra out of his way.

She was the one that started moving first. She pinned you against her and her hips began to angle upward against you.

“You’re so wet,” you gasped.

She smiled briefly before she moaned. “Think that’s you, babe.”

Okay, probably. You used your forearms for balance, staring down at her as she continued rubbing her pussy against yours. “You’re beautiful.”

She stopped for a moment, surprised once again, before smiling appreciatively. “You are beautiful.”

You scoffed. “No, Steve is beautiful.”

She snorted. “Guess we’re gonna have to let him in soon, huh?”

“Yeah, probably,” you said, pretending it was such a painful idea. “But you can finish first.”

She hummed and then she was moving again. It took a few minutes, you were sure you were the first woman Wanda had ever been with, but eventually, she found the correct position to get stimulation for her clit and yours.

She finished first, her eyes filling with tears as she stared up at you. You couldn’t imagine her pain, the idea of losing Steve… You thought Wanda was the strongest person alive because if you had lost your soul mate, you would have given up. She was so strong, and she was still here, still trying her best.

“Wanda, I love you.”

She smiled between her heaving breaths. “I love you, too.” She hummed before she leaned up to kiss you for just a moment. “Wanna come?”

You shook your head. “Nope, not yet.”

Her eyebrows pulled together but she understood as soon as you started kissing down her body. She parted her legs for you, closing her eyes and allowing herself to be swept up in all the sensations as soon as your mouth was working her cunt.

“Did you need a mailed invitation, Rogers?” she wondered.

Steve snapped into action then. “Excuse me, it looked like you two had it handled.”

You knew what was coming, but even that couldn’t prepare you for the sheer relief of finally being full of Steve’s cock.

He groaned. “Jesus, baby, you already going to come?”

You hummed back, not intending to give a real answer.

Wanda liked you moaning into her folds, sighing, whimpering, licking as you tried to regain composure. And she loved you staring up at her as you did it all.

Steve fucked you slow. Yes, he wanted to please you like he never had before, especially after having to watch different men touch you. But he knew you. He knew how kindhearted you were and how much you loved your friends, and this was about Wanda. He could fuck you until you couldn’t remember your name tomorrow.

So, he paid attention. He touched you just enough to keep you on the edge of pleasure but didn’t make you come until you had given Wanda so many orgasms that she was shaking. The sweet girl would never be able to push you away, so it was Steve that had to call it a night. After making you come, he pulled out and settled down on the bed by Wanda.

You arched an eyebrow at him once you’d come down.

He crooked his finger at you.

Smiling, you quickly dove between Steve and Wanda. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you threw one of your legs between his because you liked when he ended up wrapped around you in his sleep. You reached out to Wanda and she rolled onto her side facing you. She looked unsure for a moment, but you were just so damn loving, how could she possibly leave? She laid her head on your stomach, an arm curling around your hips. You let one of your hands brush through her hair, smiling when you felt her lay a small kiss against your abdomen.

You turned up to Steve, it felt wrong to say the words given that Wanda was here still in pain from her loss, but he knew. He had seen that look on your face many times, of course, he knew that you loved him.

He nodded.

You smiled at him before turning back down to take his hand that was hovering over your chest and kissed his knuckles.

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[idy-ll-ique]

Carnivals.

Pairing: Andy Barber x F!Reader

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: mentions of domestic abuse.

Requested: nope

Summary: Andy and Y/N meet for the first time at a carnival... or maybe it's the second time.

Author's Note: Hiya peeps! This is a Defending Jacob AU where Andy has one more kid, a 5-year-old boy called Liam. enjoy!

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Andy stared at his son with a disappointed look on his face as the tiny 5-year-old threw a tantrum. "Are you done?" he deadpanned, which caused his son to cry harder. Taking out his wallet, Andy showed it to his son, again, saying, "Look, I'm outta cash right now! We spent it all on other snacks and games! I can't buy you the lollipop, bub." His son wouldn't hear it.

Andy was out at a carnival with his 5 year old son, Liam. Who was currently wailing at the top of his lungs since Andy was not buying him the very big lollipop they were currently staring at. After everything that happened with Jacob, Andy and his ex-wife Laurie had... fallen apart.

They decided that a divorce was the only best option so here he was now, single and had full custody of Liam. Laurie had chosen Jacob. "Liam, stop crying, come on..." Andy insisted with a soft sigh, kneeling next to his kid. "Dada! I want the lolly!" Liam sobbed, curling up against his father.

"I told you already, we spent all our money. If I go to get some more, it'll be too late. Just forget the candy, Liam, we have sweets at home," he tried. "No!" Andy pinched the bridge of his nose. "Excuse me." His head snapped up at the feminine voice and his eyes met Y/E/C. The woman had a soft smile on her face, and she was holding the hand of her own daughter.

The daughter was older than Liam, maybe 10-11 years old. "Hi there," he said with a smile of his own, standing up with Liam in his arms. He had momentarily stopped crying, also staring at the lady and her daughter. Andy really thought he had seen her somewhere, but couldn't put a finger on it. Where have I seen her?

"Can I ask you something, sweetie?" the lady addressed his son. Liam nodded. "Do you want that?" She pointed to the lollipop and Liam's eyes twinkled as he nodded once again, this time with excitement. "What a coincidence! My daughter wants one too, how about I buy one for both of you?" Andy's eyes went wide.

"You really don't have to, ma'am," he refused but she shook her head, a winsome smile that had Andy's heart melting gracing her lips. "I don't have to. I want to. Please. Your son wants it really bad, doesn't he?" Andy chuckled and ran a hand through his hair. "He does, been throwing a tantrum for the past 20 minutes."

Y/N immediately bought two of the big lollipops, handing one to Liam and the other to her daughter. "Camila, come on baby, introduce yourself," Y/N smiled. The daughter gave Andy and Liam a winning smile. "Hi! I'm Camila Y/L/N, nice to meet you!" Andy smiled back at her.

"Hi bub, I'm Andy Barber and this is my son, Liam." Liam wiggled in his father's arms and he put him down. "Let's go check out the merry-go-round!" Liam squealed as he took Camila's hand, leading her away from both the parents. "He's so cute!" Camila called out cheekily and Andy laughed. "Don't stray far, both of you!" Y/N shouted after them.

"Okay, ma!"

Once both kids were gone, Andy and Y/N moved to a nearby bench. "Do you remember me, Mr Barber?" she asked him all of a sudden and he froze. Shit shit shit, where have I seen her before? I knew it! "I, um, I don't seem to..." he stammered but Y/N shook her head, giving him a soft smile. "It's fine, I didn't expect you to. We met a long time ago."

"Where, may I ask?"

"Well, um, I was one of your clients, actually. You were my lawyer when I got a divorce from my ex-husband." Memories flashed in his head as he remembered her. "Y/N Y/L/N! Yes! Now I remember, it's very good to see you again!" Both of them laughed a bit. "It's been a nice few years."

"Camila has grown a lot, last time I saw her she was a baby," Andy smiled but it quickly faded as he thought of her ex-husband. He was a cruel man; abused his wife, took her for granted. Y/N was only 21 or 22 then, which made her around 30 now. Andy had seen her wounds a few times; she once had a swollen eye. "Mr Barber?" He snapped out of his thoughts.

"Right, um, sorry," he cleared his throat and looked away, running a hand through his hair again. "You went very quiet all of a sudden, all okay?" Y/N frowned. "Just thinking about that ex of yours. He hasn't reached out to you in any way, has he? Because if he has, that motherfucking asshole—" Y/N cut him off by laughing.

"He hasn't, don't worry. Camila and I are doing very well." He glanced at her. "No new boyfriend?" Y/N bit her lip shyly and shook her head. "Not really. It's a bit difficult to date when you're a divorcée and have a ten year old daughter. No one wants the package," she huffed. Andy took his time observing her. Gorgeous.

She visibly looked different. Her style had changed, her hair had grown... far from the young lady he met around a decade ago. She looked beautiful then, but ethereal now. Her smile was still the same, as were her kind eyes that made him warm inside even after all these years. Sure, back then, he treated her simply like a client, a friend maybe.

But now?

Something felt different.

When she smiled at him, a shiver ran down his spine. "So, how are Jacob and Laurie? Are they doing well?" Y/N asked him and he involuntarily tensed. Truth was, it had been a year since he last saw them. He had cut off all ties with them, starting a new life— just him and Liam. "I, uh... I don't know," he muttered truthfully.

"You don't...?" Y/N blinked at him. "Laurie and I, we... we got a divorce too, after everything that happened with Jacob." Y/N had heard of that, how the lawyer's own son got accused of murder. He ended up not guilty, but the damage had been done. "I'm so sorry, Mr Barber," she whispered apologetically and he shook his head. "Not your fault. And call me Andy, please."

She gave him another smile. "Andy." And butterflies flitted around in his stomach as his name fell from her lips. He liked the sound of that. "So, what was the deal with Liam? Were you not getting him the lolly on purpose or...?" He laughed and shook his head. "No no, I was ready to get him that, I just ran outta money. Spent it all on other snacks and the rides."

Y/N laughed along. "Kids, am I right?" Both of them fondly shook their heads and turned to where Camila and Liam were playing alone on the merry-go-round. The carnival was about to close, so not many people were left. Y/N stole a glance at Andy. When she had first met him, she had immediately taken a liking to him.

But it wasn't like she could do anything about it; he had a wife and a child— Jacob was only 6 years old then. Now, though... "Are you seeing anyone?" she blurted out and Andy turned to her, visibly surprised at the question. Mortified, Y/N turned away from as she bit her lip again. "Sorry, uhm, ignore me, I just, I—"

"No, I'm not seeing anyone," he answered and she looked at him. He had a soft smile on his face. "Dada! Dada, can we go home?!" Liam and Camila soon made their way over to them. "I'm also tired, ma," Camila yawned and plopped down on Y/N's lap. She chuckled and kissed her on the side of her head. "Let's go home."

"Dada, will I meet Camila again?" Liam pouted at his father. Andy and Y/N looked at each other, a deep blush gracing his cheeks as Y/N looked away from him with pursed lips and a small, embarrassed smile. "If Y/N wants," he answered finally. "I'd like that very much, Andy." Camila and Liam cheered. "Yay! Can she come over to our house?"

"Sure thing, bud. Come on, say goodbye now," Andy stood up with Liam in his arms. Camila hopped off Y/N's lap and held her mother's hand, waving at Liam. "Bye Y/N, by Cami," Liam murmured sleepily, already clinging to his father as he buried his face in his neck. "Bye, sweetheart," Y/N laughed, exchanging numbers with Andy.

"I'll text you later, yeah?"

"Sure thing, Andy."

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"Cami!"

"Liam!"

Y/N and Andy grinned as the two kids ran towards each other, hugging each other tightly. "Let's go to my room!" Liam insisted and the two took off, running up the stairs. Y/N, who was still standing outside the front door, shook her head. "Fast friends, aren't they?" Andy called her in and she stepped into the house, taking off her overcoat. Andy took it from her. "Yep."

Y/N also took off her shoes and kept them near the door as she walked in. "You have a nice house," she complimented and he blushed again. He had thoroughly cleaned it out in the morning just because he knew Y/N and Camila were going to visit in the afternoon. "Thank you so much. Can I get you anything? Some water?"

"That would be amazing, thank you."

Soon, the two settled down on the couchs, a glass of water in Y/N's hand. "So, are you still at your old job?" Conversation flowed easily between them as they sat there, occasional squeals and giggles coming from Liam's room upstairs. "It's great how you're looking after Liam and managing being a DA at the same time."

Andy chuckled bashfully. "It gets lonely sometimes, you know? Liam asks for his mother sometimes. I know it's been a few years, he was a baby then, doesn't even remember her properly but that doesn't stop him. I have no idea what to say to him," he admitted. "Same case with Camila," Y/N grimaced.

"Sucks, doesn't it? Kids need both parents," Andy breathed out. "Sure does. My own parents got one when I was 16. I desperately hoped my marriage wouldn't end up like that but... well, it did." Andy frowned at her. "And don't you dare blame yourself for it. It wasn't you. You are the most perfect person ever, it was your stupid ex who didn't deserve you and treated you like shit."

Y/N smiled softly at his words. "I am the most perfect person ever, huh?" she teased and Andy realized what he had blurted out. But he didn't back down. "You are. You always have been. Kind, polite, caring, intelligent... a great mother, by the way... you are awesome. I may not have noticed it then but now I have."

"Can I tell you something?"

"Sure thing, sweetheart." Y/N gave him another shy smile. "I've always thought you were handsome. Also intelligent, wise... just overall amazing, ya know? But then, I meant it in the form of respect, a fleeting crush. Now, though..." Andy's gaze darkened as he watched Y/N, who looked away from him while biting her lip.

He shifted closer to her. "Now what, Y/N? How do you mean it now?" he whispered, tilting her head in his direction. Y/N shakily let out a breath and Andy smirked, catching her lips in a searing kiss. "Now I mean it in a completely different way," she whispered when they pulled away to breathe. "Glad to hear it, darling," he smirked.

"What about you, Mr Barber?"

"I like you," he blurted out, "Really, I do. Maybe you can stay for dinner tonight?" Y/N gave him a huge smile. "I'd love to stay for dinner, Andy!" He grinned at her and both of them turned to the TV. Andy leaned against the couch, Y/N snuggling into his side as he switched the TV on, settling on a Disney movie playing on one channel.

He put an arm around her shoulders, her head resting on his chest. Just as they relaxed, two people came tumbling down the stairs. "We thought we heard Coco!" Camila squealed before freezing at the position Andy and Y/N were sitting in. Y/N threw her daughter a nervous smile, which soon turned into a horrified expression as the younger Y/L/N's eyes twinkled with mischief.

"I'm sure they're about to change the channel, Li, why don't we go back upstairs?" Liam pouted at Camila, seemingly unaffected by Andy and Y/N. The two adults glanced at each other, eyes wide. "But I wanna watch Coco," Liam whined. Camila whispered something in his ear.

Liam then looked over at Andy and Y/N, a disgusted look on his face. "Ew! You two are gross!" he blurted out before running back up the stairs. "What did you tell him, little miss?" Andy huffed out a laugh. "Just that you two have been kissing," Camila smirked, "Enjoy your date!"

She went back upstairs as well. Y/N and Andy continued staring at each other before promptly bursting into a fit of giggles. "Ah, kids," Y/N wheezed, wiping away a few tears of mirth. Andy pressed a quick kiss to her temple and they settled down in front of the television again.

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Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months and months into years.

Time flew by, only strengthening Andy and Y/N's relationship.

"Y/N! Honey!" Y/N's head shot up at the sound of whimpers and her husband's shouts as she walked out of the kitchen, wiping her hands on her apron. Andy was carrying a crying Liam into the house, a cut visible on his knee and a few scratches on his arm. Camila soon followed in with Liam's bicycle.

"He fell," Andy sighed as he placed the 11 year old boy on the couch. "Aw, honey, hang on, I'll bring the first aid kit. Andy, can you take care of the food for me?" He readily agreed and went to the kitchen, a 16 year old Camila in tow as Y/N fetched the first aid kit. "Can I tell you something?" Liam muttered as she cleaned his wound.

"Anything," she smiled at him. "You're the best mom ever. I know you're not my biological mom but... but I... I met her once and I have decided that— that I like you better. Th-Thank you for being there and marrying dad. He's the happiest he's ever been, all because of you." Y/N teared up at his words.

"Liam, oh my God," she whispered and the boy pulled her in for a hug. "I love you," he whispered and Y/N cried harder. "I love you too, I love you so much," she sniffled, smiling as Liam wiped her tears off. "Dinner is sort— Y/N? Why are you crying sweetheart?" She felt a hand on her shoulder and pulled away from Liam.

"Nothing," she sighed, giving Andy a soft smile. He blinked and looked at Liam, who was desperately trying to convince all of them that his tears were because of his wounds. "Okay," Andy drawled, "Well, dinner is ready. Why don't we all eat? You'll feel better afterwards." A pause. "We can even have ice-cream."

At the mention of ice-cream Liam sat up straight, eyes twinkling. "You promise, dad?" Andy nodded. Liam cheered and got up, waddling towards the dining table where Camila already sat, busy texting on her phone. Andy and Y/N shared a laugh as Liam flicked her on the forehead, getting a slap on the back in return.

Once both the kids were busy, Andy turned to Y/N. "Why were you crying, sweetie? You know I hate to see you cry," he murmured. Y/N sighed and rested her forehead on his chest as his arms went around her waist. "Liam told me I was the best mom ever," she breathed, "And how happy he was to have me in yours and his life."

Andy rubbed her back, a huge smile blooming on his face. "He was right. I am one lucky man, you know? To have someone as gorgeous and wonderful as you. Still can't believe you said yes when I proposed," he teased, laughing when Y/N lightly slapped his bicep.

"It didn't work out well for both of us the first time, did it?" Y/N hummed. "No, not really. But now I'm not letting this family go," Andy spoke firmly, pressing a kiss to her forehead. Y/N smiled and he instinctively reached down to kiss her lips, his hands sliding down to her butt. "How about another addition to the family, Mrs Barber?"

Y/N squealed. "Andy! The kids are in the next room!" Andy grinned. "Come on—"

"Mom! Dad! Are you done canoodling?! We're hungry!"

"Oh my— we're coming, just two minutes!"

Andy laughed loudly as Y/N hurriedly stepped out of his arms, face flushed as she entered the kitchen. He then crossed his arms and stood there for a second more; life gave him a second chance and he was, for sure, not going to mess it up this time.

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A/N: I just realized Laurie might have come off as a bit of a... bad character in this one and for that I apologize, I'm sure she's very nice in the series. Thanks for reading, leave a like if you enjoyed!