#dark!andy barber

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Big Bad 1

Inspo

Warning: age gap, dark elements....

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.

[venigrantrogers]

I ᑕᗩᑎ'T ᗰOᐯE Oᑎ, ᗷᗩᗷYᗪOᒪᒪ

ExHusband!Andy Barber who was devastated. The documents were laid out in front of him, mocking his pain. Three years of married bliss, five of you in his life, now coming to their fateful end.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who smiled still, hiding the tremble of his hands as he signed the pages.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who kissed the back of your hand, a goodbye he didn't want to miss, as you headed back to your parent's place.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who drove back home that evening with static in his head, a deafening silence echoing through the mess that was his brain. You were gone now.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who opens the door to his house with the keys that had your initials engraved. Who walks in the hallway with all your pretty flowers and frames. Who sits down on the couch you picked out, staring at the half empty coffee cup on the table-- your cup, with your lipstick still smudged on the edge.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who goes to bed, inhaling in your scent that still clung to every fibre of the sheets. Who cries, for the first time since you told him about the divorce, as he hugged the blanket.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who realised then and there that he won't ever move on. He couldn't!

ExHusband!Andy Barber who keeps all your stuff exactly in its place, never drifting an inch away. The engravings? Polished. The flowers? Watered and trimmed. The coffee cup? Still half drunk.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who remembers all the times he made you smile. The way your pliant, wrecked body reacts to him as he leads you to delightful ruin.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who smiles as he looks down at your sleeping form, caressing your soft skin as he takes his time relishing your taste.

ExHusband!Andy Barber who just can't move on.

I'm sorry for my absence guys uni is doing exactly what uni does...drain the life out of me 😭 but I was horny for andy....and i missed him and I listened to this song and I was in the feels, and I missed you🥹

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[mickimoo1409]

Stuck In A Rut

Pairing - Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary - You work for the Barbers but just how far are you willing to go to keep your job.

Warnings - Noncon, obsessive behavior. 18+ Only! My warnings are not extensive so enter at your own risk.

Word Count - 1165

You had been working for the Barbers for a few months now. Hired to do their cleaning and any odd jobs that Mr Barber required whilst working from home. 

There were a lot of positives that came with the job. The pay was great, the hours were good and Laurie even treated you as a friend, often inviting you to stay for a glass of wine or dinner. 

Unfortunately there were negatives for working for the Barbers too. Andy's lecherous gaze that you felt on you at all times, his wandering hands that you often found on your back or ass, the lewd comments that fell from his lips when no one else was around. 

You had taken it in your stride, ignoring him as best you could and carrying on with your tasks while Andy strode away each time and locked himself in his office. You didn't want to know what he was doing behind that door when he locked it, but he would often tell you anyway. 

You arrived at work that morning and let yourself into the house as you always did, hanging your coat and removing your shoes before you stepped into the kitchen to begin your cleaning tasks. 

Laurie had left a note on the counter with a list of extra tasks she required for the day, such as steaming her dress for the upcoming gala and setting up Jacobs new controller for when he got home. All easy enough to do. 

You could hear Andy clicking at his keyboard from his office but you always ignored his presence for as long as possible, only going to ask if he needed anything when you absolutely had to. 

The day ticked on as it should with no interruptions. You had managed to get all the usual cleaning tasks complete and had lauries dressed steamed and hung in her room before settling on you elbows at the kitchen island as you unboxed Jacobs new controller. 

You smelt Andy's powerful yet heavenly scent before you heard the footsteps come around the corner. He was a handsome specimen, there was no denying that, in his tight jeans and black sweater that looked almost custom made as it moulded to his muscular chest. 

He strode into the space confidently saying a quick hello as he made his way towards the coffee maker and got it started. 

You tried to focus on your task as he pottered around behind you, but his very presence made you nervous. 

Then you felt it, the sudden shift in the air and the subtle change in Andy's breathing behind you. 

You knew he was watching you, but you daren't turn around to look the beast in the mouth. Your hands shook as you pried the controller from the plastic casing with a pop. 

You heard Andy sigh loudly. 

"Do you realize how hard it is to be around you?" He growled. 

You swallowed harshly. This was how it always began, the lewd comments, then came a stray hand on your skin before he'd let you know he was going to jack off and lock himself away. 

"Do you realize just how hard I AM around you?" He growled again when you didn't respond. 

Your heart rate quickened as you felt warmth on your back and Andy's hands appeared on the counter beside you, caging you in. 

He placed his nose in your hair, inhaling audibly with a groan as he pressed his body against you and you tried not to whimper when you felt his cock against your ass, rock hard beneath his jeans. 

The controller was abandoned, dropping with a clatter onto the counter as you placed your palms down on the cold surface to try and keep yourself grounded. 

"I don't know how much longer I can do this." Andy sighed, "Before I'll need the real thing." 

He slipped a hand onto your waist and his hand began wandering until it landed on your breast and squeezed. 

"I'll quit." You squeaked out as he pawed at your breast. 

"No you won't." He chuffed, "We both know how badly you need this job." 

You hated that he was right, hated that you had no control over the situation, only able to just stand quietly and take the unwanted advances. 

You felt him begin to rut his cock against your ass and your eyes widened in fear. 

"Please." You whimpered as your eyes glazed over. 

"Shhhhh." Andy hushed in your ear before taking the lobe in his teeth, sucking at the flesh before releasing it with a pop. "I need this." 

His free hand left the counter top and cradled your throat, squeezing lightly as if to remind you of the power difference between you. 

With his hand on your breast and the one on your neck he pulled you against his body and his continued humping his cock against you. 

"One day." He grunted, "This won't be enough." 

You could only whimper gently as tears began trickling over your cheeks. 

"I tried getting over my obsession with you." He began as he rutted harder and faster against you, "Tried pretending my wife was you, tried imagining you while I fuck my own hand. It's not enough, it's never enough." 

"Andy please stop." You pleaded once more, even though you knew there was no point. 

"Oh baby keep begging." He panted, "I'm so close." 

You didn't, you wouldn't give him the satisfaction of something that helped his relentless desire. 

"Oh god." He panted loudly, placing his face in the crook of your neck and mumbling against your skin, "Feels so good baby. M'so close." 

He was thrusting even harder now, making your own hips bash against the counter top painfully. 

"Yes baby. That's it. Oh god." He began mumbling before biting down into your neck harshly, causing a small yelp from your lips. 

His movements slowed and then finally stilled. He released his forceful hold on you breast and placed the hand on your waist. 

He finally released your skin from between his teeth and you gasped in relief. His hand cradling your throat was then moved to join his other on your waist and he held you close. 

If it were any other situation, it might seem sweet, a gentle hug after a tryst with a lover, but this wasn't that. 

He breathed deeply into your neck as he came down from his high, chest rising and falling against your back while you silently cried. 

Finally he stepped back and you inhaled a deep breath. 

"Jacob will be home soon." He said sternly, "You might wanna finish that. I need to change." 

Then he walked away. Just strolled out like he'd just had a casual conversation with you, leaving you to crumble against the counter as the reality of what just happened sunk in. 

It was time to ask yourself a very important question, just how badly did you need this job? How far would you let him go?

[navybrat817]

Broken Heart

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Female Reader, Dark!Andy Barber x Female Reader

Summary: Steve broke your heart. Andy wants to pick up the pieces.

Word Count: 300

Warnings: mention of break-up, heartbreak, dark themes, angst, Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Day 2 of the January Jumble Scribbles Challenge. Prompt: Where worlds collide and days are dark. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications as I no longer do taglists. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

People said time healed all wounds. You weren’t sure if you believed that. The pain lingered beneath the surface, and some days it was enough to crush you. Others, you willed yourself to forget that you gave your heart to someone who easily threw it away.

If you only knew the truth.

“I’d love to take you on a date.”

Andy Barber’s voice settled over you. The man was admittedly handsome with his perfectly trimmed beard and soft smile. His blue eyes reminded you of Steve Rogers, the man who still held your heart. Which was exactly why you couldn’t accept his offer.

You couldn’t give a piece of yourself to a man when you still longed for another.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not quite ready.”

It was pathetic. Steve broke up with you months ago, telling you it was for the best as he wiped your tears away. Why couldn’t you move on?

Why couldn’t you let him go?

A prickling feeling crawled up your spine when Andy’s eyes darkened, but they softened immediately. “I understand,” he said, briefly putting his hand over yours. “And I’ll wait.”

You tried to smile, but it fell flat. You didn’t want to give him false hope. It wouldn’t be fair.

What you didn’t know was that Andy had no intention of waiting. He was going to take you whether you agreed or not. And no one was going to stop him.

No one except for Steve.

He thought breaking your heart would keep you safe from his enemies. All it did was put a target on your back. But he’d save you and apologize, even if you hated him for ending things instead of giving you a choice.

Where worlds collide and days are dark, that was where he would find you.

My original intent with the prompt was going to be supernatural and the muse refused. 😂 Love and thanks for reading. ❤️

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[lilacevans]

𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐞’𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: 𝐓𝐨𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 — 𝐀 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫’𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞.

Part One in a series of Pete’s Place regular one-shots.

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✧.* ೃ⁀➷ pairing: Andy Barber x female!reader.

word count: 803 | series rating: explicit. ༊*·˚

warnings: daddy kink, prostitution (kinda), light smuttiness, andy being sweet (although not really).

this is a dark au. minors are not welcome here.

“Knock, knock,” Andy called out, stepping into the dressing room where you were finishing up some final touches to your liner, eyes lightening up at the reflection of a large bouquet of roses in his arm and a large, sleek black bag dangling from his hand.

You whirled yourself around, liner clattering amongst the mess of the vanity. “Chanel?” You gawked, a grin breaking out.

Andy had a habit of showing up with gifts; clothes, jewellery, flowers, whatever he could think of for his favourite girl of the week, but you had managed to keep his undivided attention for well over a month now. Had he been any other man in the club, you would’ve already propositioned him, offering yourself for a night, but he was too close with Pete; although the more attention he gave, the more you found yourself toying with the risk.

“For me?” You feigned surprise, “I could never— Gimme, gimme, gimme—“

Andy chuckled as he strolled over, bag outstretched towards your grabby hands and pressed a soft, brief kiss to the top of your head. You leaned up as you shook the box open, grinning and letting your lips ghost against his— the closest you had ever gotten to kissing him before. Each gift, each kind word, each longing look; every new tale you heard from the girls about how attentive he was in bed, how calling him ‘Daddy’ kept him hard for hours, how he rambled filth when he was close… it all just kept shoving you past a line you were trying desperately not to toe.

“You know I love spoiling you,” Andy said softly, pulling the chair from the neighbouring vanity closer so he could perch next to you as you pulled out the small, intricately designed black bag. “I chose something simple, didn’t know exactly what you would like—“

“Bullshit,” You giggled, cutting him off which resulted in a bashful smile spreading across his face. “You knew I’d love it.”

“Yeah, I did,” Andy laughed, placing the roses on your vanity and reaching for your hand, thumb rubbing over the dainty diamond ring he had gotten you the week before.

“I love it,” You told him honestly, placing the bag back in the box and carefully placing it down on the floor. “And I love the roses, you always know exactly what to get me.”

“Think I’ve earned a little one on one?” Andy asked, hands moving to your hips as you got up, resting your hands on his shoulders for a moment before letting them cross behind his neck, hand bending up to card through his hair.

“Pete doesn’t let me in VIP, and… I don’t really feel comfortable—“

“Oh! No! Not that,” Andy quickly cut in, eyes wild with fear that he’d caused you any kind of discomfort. He slid his hand up and down your back while the other massaged the meat of your hip. “Not that I wouldn’t want— Ah, fuck. I know that’s not your thing. I just wanted some time with you. What about after—“

“I can’t,” You replied woefully, wanting nothing more than to disappear into the deep red of the VIP rooms. “Pete doesn’t allow it. I’m sorry.”

“What? I can’t even buy you dinner? In your free time?”

“You’re a club client,” You explained, your eyes locked on his. “Pete’s client. I’m not…”

You trailed off, staring at him for a moment. His blue eyes were kept on yours, waiting earnestly for you to continue talking. His white shirt, ruffled from his day stuck in an office, clung to chest; taunting you with the defined muscles that hid underneath. The hands heavy on your body clouded your senses and made the devil on your shoulder jump for joy when the last of your resolve broke.

“Fuck it,” You murmured, more to yourself than to Andy.

You slid yourself into his lap, not giving either of you a second to think, before you slotted your lips against his and immediately melted into him. His hand found the back of your neck, keeping you anchored to him as he slid his tongue against yours, and used his other hand to rock your hips down against his.

“Let Daddy have you, baby, please. I’ll be so good to you,” Andy begged, almost breathlessly against your lips as your eyes flicked towards the door to ensure you were still alone. “Please, pretty baby—“

“Do you know where I’m staying?” You asked, letting a small smile slip when Andy hastily nodded, his hands coming up to cup your face, trying to pull you back against his lips. “Meet me there, park around the back.”

“Can’t wait, Sugar.” Andy sealed your fate with another swift, messy kiss before reluctantly letting you slide off his lap. “I’ll see you on the floor,” He said softly, standing and leaning down to steal a final kiss before rolling out his shoulders and loosening his tie a little as he headed towards the door. “Bye, baby.”

“Bye, Daddy,” You teased.

“I will fuck you right here on this floor,” Andy threatened quietly, finger pointed out to you, turning in the doorway before taking a few steps back and disappearing with a grin.

[paperweight91]

The Lawyer’s Triumph

Summary: Andy’s meeting with his assistant, brings him some news he can take to the DA.

Characters: Andy Barber, mentions of Lloyd Hansen

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader, mentions of Andy Barber x Laurie Barber

Warnings: Smut Minors DNI, Mob AU, affairs, Andy’s an ass, reader’s kind of sneaky.

A/N: Soooo this one kind of just became smut, I didn’t even mean for it to be, there was supposed to be plot here…I don’t know what happened. Special thanks to @krirebr for encouraging all of my ideas and reading this!

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[krirebr]

Updated 6/15/26

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Here is a current list of all of the work I've posted here. I write mostly for Chris Evans characters and all of my stories are intended for an 18+ audience. Minors please DNI.

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Trapped AU

Andy keeps telling you how lucky you are that he chose you to be his wife. 🖤 😥

You'd Be Like Heaven to Touch

You can't believe your luck when you find the perfect house for cheap. 🖤🥵

Head Over Heels

All Cole wants is someone to share eternity with. He won't stop looking until he finds them.

Never Let You Go

You rent a tiny cabin to have an isolated respite from your hectic life. You weren't expecting the rental's proprietor, Cole. 🖤

I Know I Should Know Better series

Curtis has been working as your body guard for almost two years now. Standing by and watching you work and party your life away is becoming more and more difficult, but is there anything he can do about it? 😥🥵

Heads Will Roll series

Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.

Luck Be a Lady

Desperate for money, you accept a job as a cocktail waitress at an underground casino. You think you know what you're doing, but when you meet Curtis, will you realize you're in over your head? 🩶🥵

Still Life series

Curtis has been volunteering as a foster alpha for three years now. He's never seen a case this bad... 😥

Drabbles & Headcanons

Curtis + soft!dark + soothe 🖤

Curtis Takes the Snowpiercer 🖤🥵

Curtis + Possessive 🥵

Just Part of the Process - I Know I Should Know Better AU - Actor!Curtis Everett x PA!Reader 😥

These Days - estranged brothers Curtis and Andy 😥

Family Affair - angsty brothers Curtis and Colin 😥

One + One is Two - A collection of Single Dad Curtis snippets and drabbles 🥹⭐️

Heads Will Roll series

Training to be a slayer becomes even more difficult when you must hit the road with two hunters for your own safety.

Drabbles & Headcanons

Relax

A Merry Little Christmas

Killing Moon

When you and your boyfriend steal something without fully realizing who you are stealing from, you're sent on a cross-country adventure by an ally you're pretty sure you shouldn't trust.

Giving Me a Thrill

A few years after your divorce, a friend gives you a nudge to try something new.

Psycho Killer AU

A drunken dare and chance encounter jump-starts a whole new life. 🖤🥵

Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale

Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two 🖤🥵😥

More Than This series

Arranged marriages have always been used to solidify business deals among the ultra-wealthy. Your stepfather wants to be in business with Harlan Thrombey, so now it's your turn. 😥⭐️

I'm Feeling Like I Never Should

It's bad enough you've been forced to be at this charity gala, but now you have to deal with your ex, Ransom.

Lips Like Sugar

Finally cut off by his mother and grandfather, Ransom has to find a new way to access the lifestyle he's accustomed to. He figures it won't be too hard to find some rich old lady willing to bankroll him in exchange for sex. You aren't exactly what he expected.

Drabbles & Headcanons

Jealous Ex Ransom

Sequel 🥵

End

No Way of Knowing - More Than This What If 😥

Voices Carry - Estranged brothers Ransom and Lloyd 😥

What You Can Do For Your Country

Being Captain America is a lot harder than anyone realizes. Steve thinks you might be able to help. 🖤

Everybody Wants to Rule the World series

Your vacation comes to an end when a powerful and mysterious man gets his first taste. 🖤🥵

Dance Hall Days - Steve Rogers x Ransom Drysdale

Ransom meets a man in a bar who seems like he'll be fun for a night or two

All Things Go series

It's been a few months since Steve was pulled out of the ice and immediately had to fight aliens with the newly formed Avengers. He is doing fine with all that, all things considered. Which is why he's so upset when he's suddenly benched from missions and forced to welcome a support omega into his home. He's fine! 😥

Close to Me miniseries

You're in desperate need of a fake boyfriend and this handsome stranger looks friendly enough to ask. But when it's done, he might need you to return the favor.

Drabbles & Headcanons

Arranged Marriage Steve Headcanon

Tell Me One Thing - More Than This What If 😥

What if Reader was into it? - What You Can Do For Your Country What If 🖤

We're All Monsters

Multi-character, multi-reader vampire AU 🖤😥🥵

The Rogers Academy for Exceptional Wives

Multi-character, multi-reader wife training AU 🖤😥🥵⭐️

Three's Company

A collection of drabbles about various throuples made up of two CE babes and a gn!reader. 🥵⭐️

[thezombieprostitute]

The Perfect Husband

Summary: You don't know why you denied Andy for so long. He really is the best.

A/N: Reader is female. No other physical descriptors used.

Warnings: Implied eating disorder, Worries of infidelity. Please let me know if I missed any!

You'd finished cooking dinner just in time. There were only a few minutes before Andy arrived home and you wanted everything to be as perfect as he is.

The food is plated and set on the table as you get back to the kitchen to clean up. You know Andy doesn't like coming home to a mess and, honestly, you don't blame him. Really, you can't believe how lazy you used to be when you were single! You'd actively avoid cooking or buying certain things just because you couldn't put them in the dishwasher! You feel silly remembering it now.

You sigh, thinking about how lucky you are Andy had the patience to teach you how to be a better woman. How to live up to your full potential. Some days you still find yourself apologizing for hurting him for so long with your rejections. He assures you it's all okay now that you've learned better.

"Honey, I'm home!" he calls from the front door.

As quickly as your high-heels will allow, you get to the front door to greet him with a kiss as you take his jacket.

"How are you doing, handsome?"

"Ugh, long day, bad case. The usual, you know?"

"Oh, my poor hubby! You go into the dining room and dig in. I made your favorite!"

Andy wraps his big, strong arms around you, "so long as it was made by you, it's definitely my favorite."

"Oh, you're too sweet!" you rebut with a playful smack.

He goes to give you a kiss but then looks at your outfit and stops. "Did you wear that all day?"

Looking at what you wore you realize why he's worried. It's one of your skimpier outfits. One of the ones he doesn't like you wearing in front of others without him by your side. He says it's because you're so beautiful and he just wants to keep you safe from prying eyes.

"I didn't go outside today," you quickly inform him. "And I knew you'd like to see me in it."

"As long as I'm the only one," he growls.

"I promise Andy, you're the only man who ever gets to see me like this."

"How can I be sure you're not prancing in front of the windows with that? Putting on a show for the neighbors?"

"I would never, Andy. You're the only man for me. None of them compare to you."

"Hmm..." he bites his lower lip and you pout. "Let's have dinner. Before it gets cold. Maybe I'm just hangry."

That gets you smiling and you lead him to the dinner table. He sits at the head of the table and smiles at the plate with much larger portions of food than yours.

Some days you can't believe how much you used to eat. You pity your old self who thought she needed that many calories. It's clear, in retrospect, Andy's firm hand was all you needed to be your best self. You're so lucky he saw the potential you had and didn't give up on you.

"Are you alright, honey?" Andy's voice breaks your thoughts.

"I was just thinking about how much happier I am now that we're together," you smile and gently squeeze his hand. "How I was so dumb to push you away for so long. You're perfect and I just couldn't see it!"

He gently rubs your cheek with the back of his hand. "That's all behind us now, honey. And I couldn't be happier." You let out a sigh of relief. "I was actually thinking, maybe we're ready for the next chapter of our lives."

"Oh? What would that be?"

"I think you're ready to have my baby."

You gasp in surprise, eyes widening in excitement. "Oh, Andy, that would be wonderful! Please, I'll do anything to carry your child!"

Andy pulls his hand away while his eyes darken. You hear the telltale sound of his zipper. "How about you get me warmed up?"

"Of course!" you squeal, almost on your knees already.

You wake up drenched in sweat, your hands going to your neck to feel for the cursed collar Andrew had once used to trap you. Confirming it's not there makes your shoulders relax and helps you to regulate your breathing.

Turning on the light next to the bed you're only a little surprised to see the card August Walker, the demon who proposed to you, sitting there. No matter how many ways you try to get rid of it, the card keeps coming back. Always when you're at your angriest.

There's no feelings of remorse for condemning Andrew to his fate. Mess with demons, prepare for consequences. But you're still tempted to call on August to make sure Andrew is suffering. Maybe it'll stop the nightmares if you do.

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