warnings: innocent!reader x various, stepbro!steve rogers, frat!bucky barnes, ari levinson, marc spector, ransom drysdale, curtis everett, lloyd hansen, andy barber, thor odinson, scott lang, miguel o'hara, frank castle, billy russo, professor!reed richards, professor!logan howlett, professor!peter parker, dark content (dubcon/noncon and other dark elements), essentially everyone is soft!dark, college au, polyamory, idk what to tell you this is just really nasty porn
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the many firsts
something in return
locked out
i dare you
what i say goes
too big
the basement
a long-awaited lesson
you’ll like it eventually
toying with her
the last one to know
the hotel room
training
mister president
happy halloween, stepsis
REQUESTS:
gaming + intox kink (headcanons)
billy & frank catch you discovering billy’s toy collection (headcanons)
desperate to help (headcanons)
curtis helps you fall asleep (headcanons)
just the tip with professor reed richards, alternative ending to "a long-awaited lesson" (headcanons)
a gift for professor richards (headcanons)
somno with all of the boys (headcanons)
catching y/n watching porn (headcanons)
you better answer it (blurb)
johnny walking in on you cockwarming reed (headcanons)
cockwarming bucky while he gets a new tattoo (blurb)
everyone's favourite kinks + position + location + way to make y/n orgasm + roleplay scenario + nicknames for y/n + place to cum + punishments + partner for a threesome + aftercare + nicknames for the guys + dacryphilia + ass or tits + random audience + turn ons + porn + toy in the basement (headcanons)
My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.
Character: silverfox!Andy Barber (mob au)
As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️
Everly has always been impulsive. And reckless. And beautiful. More often than not, the last trait bailed her out of the trouble the former got her into.
You don’t envy her. You could never live that lifestyle. Never throw yourself so carelessly into the unknown.
Opposites attract. That’s what they say. Since your first day in college, you’ve been almost inseparable. If it wasn’t for her, you never would’ve done anything with your youth. And without you, she likely would’ve gotten in way too deep by now.
You sit on her sofa, poring over the philosophy textbook that makes you crosseyed. You thought it would be an easy elective. Turns out, you don’t get any of it. It’s all a bunch of ‘what if’ and ‘why?’ but there’s really no answers.
You sigh as Everly giggles at her phone. She never studies. It’s a miracle because her GPA is the same as hers and she barely even makes it to her lectures.
Is that pretty privilege? You’ve heard of it but you always shrugged it off as misogyny or even just jealousy. You’re sure life would be easier if you were like her; blond, five-ten, and blue eyed. Still, you can’t blame her for a roll of the genetic dice.
“Fortelli is going to gut me,” you groan and slap your notebook. “Why do I have to care what some medieval priest said about animals?”
She looks over at you and makes a face. “Oof, weekly quizzes? Fun. You know they answer keys are all online.”
“What?” You scoff.
“Oh yeah. Guy hasn’t updated his lectures since before we were born,” she chirps. “I didn’t have to do all that. I just put on some nice lip gloss–” She pauses and her eyes widen. She stares at her phone. “Um, one sec.”
She stands up and answers the phone. “Hi, daddy.” Her voice raises several octaves in a singsong. “Uh huh. No, that’s strange…” She heads for the door. “I don’t know.” She laughs nervously. “No, daddy, it wasn’t–”
She opens the door and gasps. You glance over as she backs up. A man steps into the dorm and drops the phone from his ear. He taps the screen without looking and tucks it into his pocket.
“Daddy, what are you doing here?” She juggles her phone nervously then hides it behind her back. Her lock screen is here and Charles; that guy she’s been sneaking around with.
Her dad crosses his arms. You don’t move or say a word. He has that stringency to him that makes you feel like even you did something wrong.
You don’t know what you expected but they’re a lot alike; both tall, vibrant blue eyes, attractive. He’s older and there’s bolts of grey around his temples and through his beard. He must be the same age as some of your professors but doesn’t show it as much.
“Ten thousand.” He growls. “Evie,” he snips. “What did you do?”
“Daddy, nothing,” she rocks as she twists her ankles around each other. “Really. I’m being good.”
“I didn’t raise a liar.” He retorts. “Now tell me–”
Your textbook slips and you catch it with a scuffle of paper. You gulp as he glances over at you. His brows arch.
“Hm,” he hums. “I.. let’s talk privately.”
“Daddy, it’s probably just a mistake–”
“Now,” he points her into the next room.
She lives in one of the bougie buildings. You have a single room to her full bath, kitchen, bedroom, and living room. You can't even covet it as she's all too willing to share her spoils.
She pouts and drags her feet to the bedroom. His eyes longer on you and narrow before he follows. You suddenly feel very out of place. It isn't a new feeling, just much more intense.
You slide forward and shut the textbook. Maybe you should go. You planned on staying the night but the campus buses run for a bit longer.
Then again, you can't just run out. You teeter on the edge, of the couch, of uncertainty. You can hear their voices but not their words.
One sentence booms through clearly. “ARE YOU SERIOUS?”
You're having flashbacks of your own father. He never spared you any shame though. He would've scolded you right then and there and if he needed to give you a smack, he wouldn't shy away from that either.
The door swings open and you flinch. Her father stomps out and slows as he sees you. His lashes flick and his cheek dimples. His throat is all locked up, tendons bulging. He nods and storms out of the dorm.
You sit in silence as you wait. Everly emerges with a sigh. She shakes her head.
“God, my dad is such an ass sometimes. I told him, he'll get the deposit back,” she rolls her eyes.
You stare at her. She's entirely unfazed by the anger. You chew your lip and look down at your hands, clamped tightly around your books. Your joints ache at the tension.
“Oh,” you eke out. The slam of the door still echoes in your head.
“Ugh, please. Don't let him ruin the night,” she flops down with her phone. “He'll come around. I mean, Charles is one of his.”
You don't know what she means exactly. One of his… what? You don't ask.
“Um, okay,” you murmur. “I can go if–”
“Why?” She asks dismissively. “Whatever. He reminded me anyway. You have to come to my appointment!” She squeals and kicks her feet.
“Appointment?” You wonder.
“Well, secrets out so I may as well enjoy it!” She claps her hands around her phone. “Me and Charles are getting married! I booked the bridal boutique and I have a full Pinterest board of ideas!”
“Married?” You gulp. “But we’re only in second year.”
“Uh huh? And it’s boring. I don’t need school. My dad just wants me to get a degree so he can look like such a responsible father.”
“Hm, right,” you mumble.
Sometimes, she doesn’t realise how easy she has it. Not the way she looks, or that she is so outgoing. No, she doesn’t worry about tuition or her rent in a place like this. Not with her dad simply storming off because she spent ten thousand dollars; seems like it will stay spent and she’ll get exactly what she wants.
“I know lots of guys like Charles. If you’re interested. They’d love a sweet thing like you,” she smirks. “Oh, they just love taking care of us. All you’d have to do is let me put something cute on you.”
You shrug and slowly open your textbook. “I really need to ace this quiz,” you say.
A/N: Written for the June Jukebox Scribbles. Prompt: Rude - MAGIC! / “I hate to do this, you leave no choice”
Warnings: Cheating spouse, Kinda dark Andy. Please let me know if I missed any!
Word Count: 298
"Did he say why he wants the divorce?" he asks through gritted teeth.
You sniffle, "he never gave me a straight answer. Just 'I hate do this, you leave no choice, that sort of thing."
"I'll make sure you take him for every penny," Andy vows.
"I can't afford your rates, Mr. Barber. If he hadn't had the papers brought to my desk---"
"It's free," Andy interrupts. "I know you've been working here for a long while, but you should review the employee handbook from time to time. You work at a law firm, no crimes were committed, we'll represent you."
"Thank you, Mr. Barber. I just wish I knew why this was happening."
"Because he doesn't deserve you," Andy mutters under his breath, too quietly for you to hear. "Let's get some of the details ironed out. Do you have a place where you can stay?"
"Um...my mom?"
"You should probably call her. I'll go ahead and cancel some appointments while you do that."
"Mr. Barber, I can't---"
"Andy, please. Just call me Andy."
"I'm sorry, I'm just all out of sorts."
"Understandable. Now go call your mother to make sure you've got a place to stay."
After you've left his office, Andy makes a phone call to a secure number.
"He's followed through on his end of the deal. Send the photos to the usual location."
He hangs up without waiting for a response.
When he'd found out your husband was cheating on you, Andy could've shown you the proof. But with this route, he can be your hero. And when the photos show up in court evidence, he can claim he'd just gotten them, that he'd had no idea. Best of all, you'll get everything in the divorce with that.
summary: his job means he should destroy you and your empire. but andy barber buried his conscience with his family, and you’re the only thing that still makes him feel alive.
warnings/tags: SMUT, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, enemies with benefits, dom!andy, light choking, slight canon divergence (implies laurie and jacob are dead), dark romance vibes, 18+ MDNI
from maddie: day two of the january jumble scribbles - this was such an interesting prompt (from skyfall?), wasn’t sure how to make it smutty at first, but i quite like how i ended up using it. first time writing andy, and i had a lott of fun with it! i need this man soo bad.
word count: 391 (oops again 🫣 if this was a challenge to keep it under 400, i'd be nailing it so far...)
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You’re bent over your desk, pussy dripping on the ledgers and laundered books he swore he’d seize as evidence.
“Fuck—if you didn’t squeeze my cock like this,” Andy groans, one hand fisting your hair, “you’d be rotting in a cell right now.”
You moan for him, loud and shameless, because it makes him angrier. Makes him fuck you harder, like he’s chasing oblivion. Like if he just buries himself deep enough, your heat might thaw the cold that grief carved out.
“Lucky me,” you purr, grinding back. “ADA Barber’s got a soft spot for crime bosses with tight cunts.”
He’s still in his suit, sleeves rolled, pants shoved down, cock buried to the hilt in the same body he promised he’d put behind bars. You’re half-naked beneath him, legs trembling from how hard he’s fucking you.
Your pussy always makes him forget he’s supposed to be a good man.
“You like being bent over your empire, sweetheart?” Andy pants, thrusting harder, cock dragging against every spot that makes your walls pulse around him. “I should drag your pretty ass to holding. Cuff you and keep you there.”
You laugh, wicked. “Cuffs are in the drawer if you want a test run.”
He growls in response. His hand wraps around your throat, hauling you upright against his chest, arching your back so his cock slams into that perfect, unforgiving spot. Your vision blurs. You cry out his name, shaking, cunt clenching hard enough to make him swear.
“Look at you,” he rasps. “All this power and you still come on my cock so fucking pretty.”
He fucks you through your release, until you’re sobbing and pliant in his arms, and the fight drains out of you completely.
“Be a good girl,” Andy snarls, breath hot against your ear. “Say thank you.”
“Thank you,” you choke out a gasp, the sound almost swallowed by the slap of skin as he keeps driving into you.
That’s what breaks him.
Andy growls low in his chest, hips jerking and control shattering as he spills deep inside you. His teeth sink into your shoulder like it’s the only way to keep from falling apart completely.
Because he’s the law and you’re the rot beneath it. He shouldn’t orbit your fire.
But where worlds collide and days are dark, Andy Barber finds absolution between your thighs.
thanks for reading! if you enjoyed please like & reblog/comment as i would be super grateful for feedback <3
i'd especially love to know if any of these little snippets that i'll be posting across the month for the january jumble scribbles inspire any ideas that could be developed into a full fic!
a/n: whew, i feel like i've been racing against the coming fall to get this fic done 😅 i know it's not technically fall until next week, but everyone's already talking about it so much!! so anyway here's the conclusion to the series—we've got some sweet emotional confessions and of course some smutty smut. hope y'all enjoy!! ♡
The next day dawned bright and beautiful, and warmer than it had been all week. Summer was putting up a fight against the oncoming fall, and you were glad for it—for what it meant.
For a little while, you lazed in bed after waking, basking in the excitement for what was to come on that particular Sunday. Your neighbor, Andy Barber, was going to come over, and the two of you were finally going to do something about the desire-filled tension between you.
Giddy with enthusiasm to start your day, you hopped out of bed when it was still early in the morning, especially for the weekend. But you’d waited as long as you could, so you eagerly got ready with a bounce in your step and a smile on your face.
From your closet, you pulled the skimpiest bikini you owned, one that was little more than tiny scraps of fabric held together by thin strings. It left nothing to the imagination, and it gave you a sense of satisfaction to imagine how the buttoned-up lawyer-next-door would react to seeing you in it.
Flouncing downstairs, you paused only briefly to make an iced coffee and grab one of your smutty romance novels before making your way outside.
The patio around your pool was drenched in warm, golden sunlight, a soft breeze blowing through your yard to keep the heat bearable. You took a deep breath, soaking in the scent of freshly mowed grass and the late summer flowers of your garden—a mix of zinnias and black-eyed susans.
You loved this time of year, when the high heat of summer had burned off, leaving the smoldering, delicious warmth of August’s cooler nights and bright sunny days. If you could live your entire life in one slice of a season, it would be this.
Bubbly joy filled your chest and a bright grin was spread across your face as you made yourself comfortable on your favorite sun lounger—the one that had a perfect view of the kitchen window in the Barber house.
You didn’t see the smudge of shadow that meant Andy was inside, which sent a tiny pang of disappointment curling through your belly, but you reminded yourself it was still early. Perhaps the 40-something lawyer needed to sleep in after all the excitement of yesterday.
That thought had you smirking to yourself and you flipped your book open to a page you knew well. You’d read this particular romance novel before, so you knew exactly where to find your favorite smutty sex scene. Settling into the lounger, you sipped your coffee and began to read.
By the time you felt the familiar electric current zip down your spine that meant Andy Barber was watching you, your body was already warm with desire. The book had done the trick and your arousal was already making a mess of the scrap of fabric between your thighs.
Lifting your eyes from your book, you caught a glimpse of Andy’s shadow in the window of his kitchen before he disappeared. It was so much like those mornings when he’d disappeared after simply watching you that your heart dipped unpleasantly, but it perked up a moment later when Andy stepped out his back door.
Your body shifted on the sun lounger, almost without your notice, crossing your legs enticingly and arching your spine so your tits were pushed up, straining against the thin strings of your bikini. Your nipples were already hard and aching, clear as day against the thin fabric of your suit.
The closer Andy got, the more his expression darkened with desire. His blue eyes were raking unabashedly over your body, feasting on every inch of exposed skin like it was a meal only for him—which, of course, it was. Surely he knew that by now…
“Is this all for me, sunshine?” Andy rumbled, his voice gruff with barely leashed lust as he came to a stop next to your lounger, casting a shadow across your face.
Setting your book aside, you skated your fingertips teasingly up your thigh and over your hip, toying with the ties of your bikini for a moment before moving higher. You heard the hitch in Andy’s breath when your fingers traced the curve of your tits, and a smile tugged slowly on the corners of your lips.
“It’s always been all for you, Mr. Barber,” you said huskily, catching Andy’s eye and arching your body toward him in a sensual, lustful presentation.
For a moment, Andy’s jaw just worked, the muscle popping as he chewed over what to say. While you waited for him to decide, you were gratified to see the bulge growing in his jeans. Your fingertips lightly teased your aching nipples, your smile growing when his cock twitched in his pants.
“You’re too good for me, sunshine,” Andy murmured, and the tenor of his voice had the breath rushing out of you.
The fear that Andy might pull away before you’d ever really had him struck deep in your heart and you sat up quickly, grabbing his hand. You laced your fingers through his until your palms were pressed together and you peered up at him, letting him see the genuine honesty in your eyes as you spoke.
“I want this, Andy,” you said, squeezing his hand lightly before pulling it to your chest. You pressed the back of his hand against your sternum, so he could feel the way your heart raced. “I want you.”
“You want a divorced, 40-something lawyer who works too much and has no idea how to do this anymore?” Andy asked, gesturing between the two of you with his free hand, bitterness dripping from his tone. His face was guarded, but you could’ve sworn you saw something deep in his eyes, something that looked like hope.
Spurred on by that spark in his gorgeous blue eyes, you pushed yourself up to standing, gratified when Andy didn’t step back. Your bodies were close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off him, and for a moment, you basked in the feeling of him. It was the first time you’d ever been so close.
Andy Barber was hotter than the sun in his simple jeans and t-shirt, a hint of the silver chain he wore around his neck peeking out. You couldn’t help the way your body swayed into him, not quite touching, but aching to. Instead, you squeezed his hand again, still holding on.
“I want the man who’s my hot, friendly, charming neighbor, the generous man who always offers to mow my lawn or carry my groceries even when he’s busy,” you said, speaking slowly to make sure Andy heard every word you said. “I want the man who makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world every time he looks at me—the one who drives me so wild that I’ve been showing off for him all summer hoping he’d finally take a hint and ask me out.”
Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt laid bare after your pronouncement. You felt so much more vulnerable admitting your feelings than you ever had showing off your body, and you wondered briefly—morosely—if Andy would leave you hanging like he did all those other mornings.
Andy was quiet for a long time, his eyes searching your face like he was looking for any hint that you weren’t being entirely truthful. However, you had nothing to hide. You’d told him how you felt, how you’d been feeling all summer, and it was up to him to figure out how to handle it.
“He sounds like kind of an idiot,” Andy rumbled, raking his free hand through his fluffy brown hair. The gesture was uncertain, but there was a glimmer of humor in his gaze, and in the flickering corners of his mouth. “Maybe you’d be better off with someone else.”
You could hear the insecurity in his tone, and a sad smile curved your lips. He’d barely finished the sentence before you were shaking your head.
“He’s the one I want,” you said simply, closing the distance between your bodies and pressing lightly against Andy’s chest. For a second, your head spun at the exhilarating feeling of him, but you refocused, pressing his hand to your sternum again. “My heart’s set on him.”
Andy took a deep breath, his chest rubbing against your aching nipples and sending a delicious shiver down your spine. It took all your self-control to hold yourself back from rubbing against him and begging him to fuck you. Somehow, you knew Andy just needed time, so you gave it to him.
“Well, sunshine,” Andy murmured, cupping your cheek in his big palm. His touch was cool compared to the warmth of the sun and you nuzzled into him, your eyes going heavy-lidded as you stared into his handsome face. “If that’s what you want.”
“It is,” you said quickly, just to drive your point home that you were sure.
You were rewarded with Andy’s soft smile and his even softer, “Alright.” He ducked his head, pressing his forehead to yours.
Inside your chest, your heart soared. Andy Barber was finally going to give you what you wanted—him. You were so sure he was going to kiss you, a buzzy awareness filling your body as you tipped your head back, ready to slant your lips to his. You could taste the coffee on Andy’s breath, and you wanted to lick the taste from his lips.
But before your mouths could connect, Andy was pulling away, leaving you feeling bereft. A cry of protest rose in your throat, but you swallowed it down when he dropped a quick kiss to your knuckles, which stopped you from feeling too disappointed.
There was a smirk flirting around the edges of Andy’s mouth, and there was a heated promise in his gaze as he stared at you. It only took a second for you to realize that Andy wanted to have a little fun before you took things further—and he’d rightly guessed that if you kissed, you didn’t know if you’d be able to stop yourself from jumping him.
“How about that dip in the pool?” Andy asked, back to his charming, friendly self—back to the game the two of you had been playing. “It’s another scorcher today, and I could use a little relief.”
It was on the tip of your tongue to tell Andy that you needed some relief from the heat swirling in your core, but you were too curious about what he was up to. So you let him pull his hand from yours and gestured welcomingly to your pool. “By all means…”
Then, right in front of you, Andy Barber began to strip.
Reaching behind his back, he tugged his shirt over his head, ruffling his fluffy brown hair and revealing the wide expanse of his broad, golden chest. There was so much to look at, and all you could do was stare.
Andy’s shoulders were deliciously broad, his pecs covered in a dusting of dark brown hair that led down to his belly, and even further down… His skin was also decorated in a smattering of freckles that ran up his toned arms and across his collarbones, which were highlighted by the silver chain he always wore.
There was a layer of softness to Andy’s body that belied the strength you knew resided in his corded muscles, and it only made you ache for him even more. The tight coil of need in your belly wound even tighter as your gaze followed the path of hair down to his belly, where it disappeared into his jeans.
“Ya like what ya see, sunshine?” Andy asked, his tone friendly and teasing, but there was an undertone to it that revealed his own lust. It occurred to you, suddenly, that he liked it when you looked at him just as much as you liked the feeling of him watching you.
The realization had your mouth curving into a smirk, and you wrenched your gaze up to Andy’s face to let him see the naked desire in your eyes.
“Oh, I like it very much, Mr. Barber,” you murmured huskily, teasingly skating your fingertips down your sides to play with the ties of your bikini. “I’m feeling a little hot and bothered, might need to join you in the pool.”
At that, Andy grinned, his eyes dipping down your body to rake appreciatively over the way you looked in your skimpy bikini. It made you practically glow with pride and you grinned back, your own gaze greedily wandering his body.
In his jeans, Andy’s cock was hard and bulging, and you could imagine it was beginning to get uncomfortable. It was a good thing, then, that he made quick work of shucking off his jeans and socks, leaving them with his shoes by the sun lounger beside yours.
Andy reached out, brushing his fingers over the back of your hand as he walked past, moving toward the pool. His touch sent tingles dancing through your body, and you desperately wanted to grab him and drag him back, but you wanted to see how this played out first.
“Join me whenever you want, sunshine,” Andy said, before pausing next to you and catching your eye. “Until then, enjoy the show.” He brushed a quick kiss to your cheek, his beard rasping against your skin and sending a shiver of delight down your spine.
Then he was gone, strolling to the edge of the pool and executing a smooth dive into the cool water.
Your legs felt weak, all the blood in your body rushing between your thighs, where you were throbbing with need, so you sank down onto your sun lounger. You watched with breathless anticipation thrumming in your blood as Andy cut a clean line through the water, swimming laps like he didn’t have a significant bulge between his thighs.
You were too riled up to sit still for long, and when you couldn’t stop squirming on the lounger, you gave up the pretense of watching to walk to the edge of the pool. There, you sat down, dipping your feet into the pool and letting its coolness give you some relief.
For a little while, you watched Andy swim laps, his golden skin a contrast to the bright blue water. Leaning back on your hands, you kicked your feet idly as you watched him unabashedly, your eyes taking in the way his muscles shifted beneath his skin, the curve of his trim waist and the perfect flex of his ass and thighs.
When he finally came to a stop, treading water in the middle of your pool, he looked around and grinned when he found you sitting on the edge. Swimming over, his hands gripped the lip of the pool on either side of your hips, a shameless grin on his handsome face.
Andy made a show of looking at you, his eyes lingering on the plushness of your thighs pressed against the stone edge before dragging slowly up to your tits and peaked nipples. His gaze felt like a physical caress, it was so intent on your body, and your tits bounced a little as your breathing quickened.
Finally, Andy’s eyes collided with yours, and you sucked in a gasp at the sheer amount of heat in his gaze. It perfectly matched the desire burning in your belly. You wanted to jump him so bad, but you tried to act as if you were indifferent to the hot older man in front of you.
“How’s the pool? Refreshing?” you asked, trying to distract yourself from the tension swirling thickly around you and your neighbor. However, your voice was so breathless, you still sounded as if you were panting like you were in heat.
Andy noticed, the corner of his mouth curving up into a ridiculously self-satisfied smirk. The expression was so distinctly masculine, it made your core clench and you squirmed a little, pressing your thighs together for some semblance of relief.
“It’s perfect,” he purred and you nearly trembled at the seductive heat in his voice. “And it’s even nicer with you sitting on the edge, looking so pretty in your little swimsuit while you watch me.”
“Andy.” His name was a helpless exhalation, your heart racing faster in your chest the longer you stared at your handsome neighbor. Up close, you could see the fine lines around his blue eyes, and a little smattering of gray in his beard.
The evidence of Andy Barber’s age was a reminder that he was older than you, but it also made him all the more handsome in your eyes. You swayed toward him, pushing your tits out as if in offer, and he let out a little growl of desire.
“What do you want, sunshine—want to give me some of those pointers on how to improve my show,” Andy began, his voice as low and rough as gravel. “Or do you want to join me in the pool and let me get some hands-on experience with how to please you?”
Your brows winged up and your eyes widened with delight at the second option Andy presented. It didn’t take you more than a second of thought to decide you wanted your neighbor’s hands on your body—and you hoped desperately that led to his cock in your cunt.
The question was barely out of Andy’s mouth before you were slipping into the pool. He stepped back and straightened his arms to give you room, but didn’t move his hands from the edge of the pool. That meant that as you slid into the water, your body rubbed against his bigger, sturdier frame.
Andy held your gaze the entire time, your body rioting with sensation at the drag of his hard muscles against your softer, plusher body. His blue eyes darkened and it felt like your skin was engulfed in flames, even as the cool water of the pool swirled around you.
Once your toes touched the bottom of the pool, Andy crowded you into the side, pinning you between the tiled wall and his hard body. Your hands rested on his biceps, distractedly learning the curve of his muscles, and you gasped softly when his bulge brushed against your belly.
“This is what you do to me, sunshine,” Andy murmured, his voice low as he pressed his hips forward, digging his hard bulge deeper into your softness. “You’ve been driving me wild all summer, making me fuck my first more than I have since I was a teenager.”
“Mm, it made me so wet knowing you were watching me,” you teased, winding your arms around his broad shoulders and lifting your legs to circle his waist. “I would’ve been more than happy to help you with your predicament, Mr. Barber.”
Your core settled against his thick bulge and you closed your eyes as pleasure burst through your body, a soft, helpless moan slipping from your lips. He felt so big and thick, you knew he was going to fit inside you perfectly, and your body was already aching for exactly that.
Andy’s growl brought you back to the moment. “Stop calling me Mr. Barber like you’re the naughty girl next door,” he rumbled, his hands falling from the edge of the pool to grab your hips. He rubbed you shamelessly against his bulge, wringing a moan from you. “Or are you calling me that because what you really want is to call me daddy.”
Your pussy clenched and you clung tighter to Andy, humping against his bulge while you moaned in his ear, “Fuck, daddy, your cock feels so big and hard against my pussy.” You dragged your slit down the length of his dick, the scrap of fabric of your bikini already slipping to one side. “What are you gonna do about it?”
With a tortured groan, Andy captured your lips in a kiss, stealing the filthy words from your tongue and plundering your mouth for all you were worth. His fingers yanked on the strings of your top until he could pull it free and toss it onto the patio.
Then Andy was groping your tits and grunting his satisfaction into your mouth. His hands were so big and strong, his deft fingers pinching and plucking at your nipples, wringing soft moans and desperate whines from your mouth, which he greedily swallowed down.
Andy was quick to figure out what made your breath hitch and what had you moaning helplessly into his kiss; he put that knowledge to good use, turning you into a writhing mess in his arms.
All you could do was hold onto him, your arms tightening around his shoulders, your fingers carding through his soft brown hair. You raked your nails down his neck and across his shoulders, enjoying the way he shuddered against your body.
Andy’s mouth broke from yours to trail kisses down your jaw, nipping and teasing your throat while his beard rasped deliciously against your skin. It sent tingles of pleasure dancing through your body, leaving you to hump mindlessly against his bulge.
“Oh god, Andy, I need more,” you cried, burying your face in the base of his neck, mouth suckling on the skin just above his collarbone. He tasted like salt and chlorine and you didn’t think you’d ever get enough. “Please, daddy, I need you.”
“You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you, sunshine?” Andy rumbled with a deep chuckle, the vibration teasing between your thighs. You rocked your hips, grinding harder against his bulge while he played with your tits. “Why don’t you tell daddy exactly what you need, and then maybe I’ll give it to you.”
You huffed a petulant sound at the teasing in Andy’s tone, but lifted your head to look him in the eye. You were gratified to see he was just as wrecked with lust as you were, and a smile flirted around the edges of your mouth at the realization that you were both in this moment together.
“I need you to fuck me, daddy,” you said plainly, growing impatient with all the games you’d played that summer. You felt like he’d been edging you for months, and you were ready for a good, hard pounding. “I need you to split me open on your fat cock and fuck me like a slut. I’ve waited so long—please, Andy, give it to me. I need it—I need you.”
“Oh fuck, baby, you’re so fucking perfect,” Andy groaned, kissing you again. His hands slid down your sides, fingers tearing at the strings of your bikini until the scrap of fabric was finally wrenched away. In the next moment, he was shoving his boxer briefs down, freeing his hard length.
Then Andy was lining up the head of his cock with your tight entrance, dragging the tip through your soaked folds. You were already drenched and dripping for him before you’d even gotten in the pool, and all the grinding against his bulge had only made you needier.
Still, when he began pressing inside, it stole the breath from your lungs.
“Oh god, Andy, yes, give it to me,” you babbled quietly in Andy’s ear, barely enough air to get the words out. You held him tight in your arms while he lowered your hips onto his cock, slowly impaling you on his thick length. “Daddy, daddy, please!”
“Jesus fuck, baby,” Andy grunted, shunting his hips forward until half his cock was hilted inside you. A high-pitched squeak tumbled from your lips and pleasure coursed through your body, pleasure singing in your blood at the burn of him stretching you open.
Distantly, you were aware that you were still in your backyard, which only offered an illusion of privacy, so you buried your face in Andy’s beard, muffling a moan into the coarse, dark hair. He was so big and thick inside you, making room in your tight cunt for his fat cock, that you were trembling in his arms from how good it felt.
“Y’alright, sunshine?” Andy asked, one of his hands stroking up and down your spine in a soothing gesture.
You nodded into his neck. “Feels sooo good, daddy,” you murmured, enjoying the way his cock twitched at the endearment. “Deeper, daddy, need you deeper, all the way—want you to fill up my tight cunt with your big daddy cock.”
Andy groaned like he was being tortured, but he grabbed your hips and pulled you all the way down on his cock. You stifled a scream into his beard, your mouth biting into his jaw through the coarse hair and making him grunt, his cock twitching inside you.
For a long, hazy moment you let your body adjust to the feeling of Andy’s cock buried inside you. It was such an intense feeling of fullness, and you already knew you’d never get enough of it. Andy Barber could stuff you full of his cock every day of your life and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Before too long, though, you grew impatient for the friction your body craved. You squirmed against Andy, trying to fuck yourself on his cock, but he pinned you more firmly against the side of the pool, keeping his cock buried deep in your tight cunt.
“Gimme a minute, sunshine,” Andy rumbled, his voice warm with affection as he pressed kisses to your cheek before capturing your lips in a sweet kiss. When he pulled away, his forehead pressed to yours. “I wanna savor this—the first time daddy’s cock is buried in his baby girl’s cunt.”
The filthiness of his words had a delicious shiver skating down your spine and an obscene moan slipping from your lips. You didn’t know which of you closed the distance between your mouths, but in the next breath you were kissing desperately, making out with your hot older neighbor in your pool while you were impaled on his cock.
By the time Andy slowed the kiss, your body had relaxed in his arms. You were draped loosely around his sturdy frame, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, nails raking through the hair at the nape of his neck, and your legs wound around his waist, ankles resting on the curve of his ass.
“That’s a good girl,” Andy cooed in your ear, smoothing his hands up and down your bare back. “Just keep daddy’s cock warm for a minute while he makes sure he doesn’t come too soon.”
Despite the loose, relaxed feeling in your limbs, you snickered into Andy’s beard. “Really showing your age, old man,” you teased, purposefully clenching around his cock and wringing a grunt from your neighbor.
He pulled back and gave you the harshest glare he could muster, which wasn’t harsh at all. If anything, it was adorable. But you gave Andy a sweet kiss all the same in apology.
“I like it,” you murmured into his mouth, letting the truth spill freely. “I like knowing I have such an effect on you.”
Andy’s mouth curved into a smile against yours, and you could practically taste the affection on his lips. “You have no idea, sunshine, the effect you have on me,” he said, his words sounding like a promise.
Before you could ask him what he meant, his hands were sliding under your ass and he began to move you on his cock. Your body was buoyed by the water, making you basically weightless, and Andy used that to his advantage, lifting you up and pulling you down on his hard length.
“Be a good girl and take it, sunshine, take my cock like the pretty little slut I know you are,” he growled, fucking you in hard, deep strokes. With every thrust, the tip of his cock brushed against a spot inside you that had you seeing stars, and you gave yourself over to the sensation.
You threaded your fingers in Andy’s hair, holding on tight as he fucked you, enjoying the feeling of his thick cock dragging in and out of your tight pussy. When he hiked you up higher against his chest, his head ducking down so he could lick and suck at your tits, you squealed, the sound dissolving into a moan.
Curling around Andy’s big body, you buried your face in the crown of his head, trying to muffle your sounds of pleasure. You’d remembered far too late that even though the trees around your property shielded your yard from view, there was nothing stopping the noises of you and Andy fucking from carrying on the breeze.
Thankfully, it was still early on a Sunday morning, and most of the neighborhood wasn’t awake yet. Otherwise, you had no doubt someone would’ve been calling in a noise complaint to the HOA.
The pleasure in your core coiled tighter as you rushed toward your release. When your pussy was fluttering around Andy’s cock, he yanked you back down into the water and pinned you against the wall of the pool, pounding into you relentlessly.
All you could do was take it, clinging on to Andy while he fucked you, moaning helplessly with every brutal thrust of his cock in your tight pussy. It wasn’t long before you were close, the sounds spilling from your lips becoming more and more high-pitched and desperate.
“Daddy, please, cum inside me,” you begged, burying your face in his beard and whining your need into his sun-warmed skin. “I’m on birth control, just pump me full—please, Andy.”
“Fuck, yes, baby, daddy’s gonna fill you up,” Andy groaned, grinding his hips between your thighs. The movement had his cock stroking that spot inside you, his pelvic bone rubbing against your clit. “Cum for me, sunshine, wanna feel your perfect cunt milking my dick dry while your pussy sucks all the cum from my balls.”
“Oh god, Andy,” you cried, teeth sinking into his shoulder to muffle the piercing scream that spilled from your throat as you came. Your body convulsed in your neighbor’s arms, pleasure overwhelming your mind until all that was left was you and him and his cock inside your clenching pussy.
Your release triggered Andy’s, and he came a moment later, his mouth pressed against the side of your throat as he groaned his pleasure. You felt the bite of his teeth and it only sent your pleasure spiralling higher, making your release last even longer.
Through your haze of pleasure, you felt Andy’s cock twitch as he spilled rope after rope of cum inside your pussy, painting your inner walls white. He groaned against your neck and held you crushed to his chest, his hips jerking as your body wrung every last drop from his cock.
It was everything you’d wanted—better even than all the fantasies you’d had about Andy Barber all summer, because it was real. He was really in your arms, his cock coming inside you, claiming you, his mouth murmuring sweet, possessive words against your skin.
“My girl, my sweet girl, my perfect girl.”
You hid your smile in Andy’s beard, nails digging into his skin as you clung on to him, your bodies writhing together and eking out every bit of pleasure you could.
When you were both finally spent and exhausted, Andy carried you over to the tiled steps in your pool and collapsed, keeping both of your bodies submerged in the cool water. He leaned back, and you sprawled across his broad body, enjoying the feeling his chest hair teasing your nipples.
“Was that worth the wait, sunshine?” Andy asked, a hint of insecurity in his voice that had your heart clenching in your chest. His hands were lovingly stroking your back, but you could feel the tension in his body.
You lifted your head from where it had been laying against this shoulder and cupped Andy’s handsome face in your hands. Your fingers teased through his beard, nails scratching lightly at the skin beneath. He practically purred at the feeling and you had to bite back a bigger grin.
“It was everything I’d waited all summer for,” you said honestly, ducking forward and capturing Andy’s mouth in a sweet, decadent kiss. When you pulled away, you couldn’t stop yourself from adding a snarky comment: “I’m still waiting for you to ask me out, though.”
Andy chuckled against your mouth, giving your ass an affectionate squeeze before his hand slid up your spine and wrapped around the back of your neck. He pulled you in for a kiss, this one all happy smiles and teasing nips. When you were sufficiently breathless, he finally pulled away.
“Can I take you out to dinner tonight, sunshine?” he asked, a small smirk on his lips.
You knew he had a right to look and sound self-satisfied—you were, after all, going to say yes. But you made a show of making him sweat a little. Leaning back, you tapped your chin, acting like you were checking your schedule in your head and thinking it over.
Andy chuckled at your antics and waited patiently, though he did start rocking his hips, fucking you in shallow, grinding thrusts that had your head going hazy with renewed pleasure.
Finally, after another moment of his teasing rocking, you put Andy out of his misery. “I’d like that,” you said, your voice more than a little breathless, before leaning in for another kiss.
Andy’s relief and happiness were palpable as he kissed you. His mouth moved slowly, methodically, against yours, and it took you a moment to realize what he was doing—that he was deliberately exploring your body, taking the time you hadn’t given him earlier to learn you.
With a smile that he licked from your mouth, you settled in on Andy’s lap, kissing him back and reveling in the knowledge that you had all the time in the world to explore him and learn him in return. After so long spent dreaming about your neighbor, you were going to take your time getting to know him, and his body, better.
You spent the rest of the morning with Andy Barber, enjoying the refreshing coolness of the pool and the rekindling heat between your bodies. For a while, you kept his cock warm while you sat in his lap in the pool. When he was ready for another round, you rode him lazily, delighting in the pleasure of his cock inside you.
After, you recovered together on one of the sun loungers on your patio, where you told him about all the books you’d read that summer and he’d opened up about himself. The sun was dipping low in the sky, the afternoon bleeding into evening when you finally parted ways.
That evening, Andy took you out to a nice dinner, and you discovered you didn’t need to be wearing a skimpy bikini for him to rake his eyes appreciatively over your body. You just needed to be you.
Despite how much you’d talked during the day, you and Andy didn’t run out of conversation topics at dinner, and it was an enjoyable date. So enjoyable, in fact, that you went home with him afterward—though nothing much happened.
After such a long day spent in the sun, the two of you ended up falling asleep on the couch together instead of continuing what you’d begun in the pool that morning. At some point in the night, Andy led you up to his bedroom, and you fell back to sleep together, entirely entwined.
You woke the next morning with a smile on your face and Andy’s arms wrapped around your body. There was an autumn chill in the air, so you snuggled deeper into his chest, enjoying the way his arms tightened around you and held you close.
As summer turned to fall, your relationship with the hot older man next door deepened and turned into something profoundly meaningful. Andy Barber went from being a good neighbor to a good boyfriend—and, eventually, he became a good husband.
part 1 ☀️ part 2 ☀️ part 3
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Pairing: Andy Barber x Fem!Reader
Word Count: 693
Summary: Your psychiatrist takes advantage of your vulnerable state.
Warnings: AU. Explicit sexual content. Explicit language. Non con/dub con elements. Somnophilia (kind of). Soft!dark Andy. Shy!sweet Reader. Oral sex (f receiving). Unprotected sex.
A/N: This is an old hoe thought that I dusted off after a recent ask response wishing I’d write some more power play dynamics. This is for you, nonnie! 😘
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Let’s talk about psychiatrist!Andy and how he uses hypnosis on you.
You think it’s to help you with your severe social anxiety, as he claims, and he does get in a bit of that genuine work with you, but a majority of the time you’re under?
Andy is doing very unprofessional things to you…
It started with stray, lingering touches, because it was torture to have you—so beautiful and sweet—sitting across from him week after week, and yet still, Andy couldn’t have you.
No matter how much he knew it was exactly what you needed, him to protect you and appreciate you, someone who had a deep understanding and sympathy for your issues but who could also, in time, he was sure of it, lure you out of your shell and, at the very least, make that tempting body of yours come alive.
But after just a few weeks, touches weren’t enough.
Andy needed to taste you, and not just that sweet mouth, oh no. He needed to feast on your pussy like a man starved.
So of course Andy took it as “a sign” that the same day that he woke up from the most intense wet dream ever—dreaming of ruining you from his place between your thighs—you wore a pretty dress for him, for the first time in weeks.
If that wasn’t an invitation, he didn’t know what was.
As exquisite as it was to drink from your sweet cunt, nothing compared to the first time he filled you with his cock.
You were under just enough that you couldn’t resist—not that you would, he was sure of it—but still aware enough that you could feel him and hear him and respond to him.
Beg him.
And you did.
He had barely stretched you open before you were mewling and moaning and pleading for more, your fingers curling into his crisp button down, your mouth as responsive as your cunt around his cock as he dipped close and kissed you deeply.
And the icing on the cake? Without any prompting or influence at all, you said his name, his given name–”Andy!”–as you came around his cock, sending him over the edge right after you.
Andy groaned against your neck as he pumped into you a few more times, spilling his seed deep and marking you in the most intimate way he could. Making you his completely, whether you knew it or not–for now, anyway.
And once he was done? Andy cleaned your sensitive cunt with his mouth, forcing another orgasm from you, eyes shining as your fingers gripped his hair, your eyes still closed and face sweetly twisted with your pleasure.
Andy shifted your panties back into place, tugging your dress back down and smoothing it for good measure. He stole one more kiss before returning to his chair across from the sofa where you laid, now freshly debauched by him, and clueless about it.
He took his time gently pulling you back to the surface of consciousness. Smiling encouragingly as your shy gaze briefly met his as you sat up and primly tugged your dress as far down as it would go, crossing your legs at your ankles before folding your hands in your lap.
“How do you feel?” Andy asked.
He barely suppressed a smirk as you squirmed in your seat, avoiding his gaze.
“Um, good actually. I don’t feel as tense as when I first got here.” A small, beautiful smile broke out across your face as you glanced up at him. “I guess our work is paying off, huh?”
“I certainly think so,” Andy grinned, making a note in his pad. “I say we strike while the iron is hot and double up our weekly sessions for the time being, what do you think?”
“If that’s what you think is best, Dr. Barber, then let’s do it.”
Smiling, Andy resisted the urge to praise you with a gentle “good girl.” He promised himself that he’d save that for your next session, which he could barely wait for, growing hard again already merely at the thought of having you again.
And again, and again.
I won’t even apologize 😌
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