Kinktober Special Part 3

She's my wife

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Tim Bradford x wife!reader Fandom: The Rookie

Summary: You are Tim's wife and join him to the station for the day, looking for a Metro recruit.

Fluff

A/N: I loooove this, I start to love writing fluff. Thank you for this request. I have so many ideas and I don't know where to start. Also, I'm looking forward to your requests. Thank you for your support and your feedback is more than welcomed and appreciated! Have a wonderful day, bubs and enjoy this story! Lots of love

Warnings: None, pure fluff, not proofread yet

Requested: Yes! Words: 3.8k Photo not mine, credits to the owner @renegadesstuff !

The familiar scent of stale coffee and printer ink hits you as soon as you step through the doors of the station. It's been years since you last set foot in that place, but the memories come rushing back with startling clarity. The station hasn't changed much—it's still a hive of activity, with officers rushing to and fro, phones ringing off the hook, and the occasional burst of laughter echoing through the halls.

As you make your way through the bustling room, you can't help but feel a pang of nostalgia. This place holds so many memories for you—the late nights spent poring over case files, the adrenaline-fueled chases through the city streets, the quiet moments of comradery with your fellow officers. It feels like a lifetime ago, yet the memories are as vivid as ever.

You pause for a moment to take it all in, your gaze sweeping over the familiar surroundings. The bullpen, with its rows of desks and cluttered bulletin boards, holds a special place in your heart. It's where you once stood as a training officer, guiding rookies through their first days on the job.

Tim Bradford was your favorite and a handful from the start—a troubled rookie who struggled to follow orders and grasp the basics of the job. You remember the frustration of trying to teach him the ropes, the countless hours spent drilling him on the rookie book, only for him to push back and resist at every turn.

You remember the determination in Tim's eyes, the way he refused to give up even when the odds seemed stacked against him. And despite his rebellious nature, there was something about him—a spark of raw talent and an unwavering sense of loyalty—that set him apart from the rest.

But amidst the nostalgia, there's a sense of purpose driving you forward. You're here on official business, after all— you were sent there to find a new recruit to join Metro. And while part of you wishes you could stay lost in the memories of the past, another part knows that you have a job to do.

You're greeted by familiar faces at every turn. The joy radiating from your former colleagues as they see you again warms your heart, and you can't help but return their smiles with genuine affection.

Among the crowd, you notice Tim watching you from across the room, his expression a mix of confusion and curiosity. You shoot him a reassuring smile, silently promising to explain everything later.

Lucy stands beside Tim, a look of bewilderment on her face. "Who's that?" she whispers to Tim, nodding in your direction.

Tim's brow furrows for a moment as he studies you, then he turns back to Lucy with a shrug. "That's Y/N," he answers simply. "She works with Metro."

Lucy's eyes widen in surprise, her gaze darting back and forth between you and Tim. "What's she doing here?" she asks, her curiosity piqued.

Tim gives a nonchalant shrug, trying to downplay the situation. "No clue," he replies, though a hint of curiosity lingers in his tone. "Maybe she's just passing through."

As Tim watches you from across the room, a wave of warmth washes over him. Seeing you here, in the midst of his workplace, brings back a flood of memories—of late-night patrols, of shared laughter, of the bond you forged as rookie and TO. Despite the hustle and bustle of the station, his attention is drawn solely to you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your beauty.

It's an understatement that he adores you. He loves you with every breath, every heart beat and he couldn't get enough of you. Since you were recruited for Metro, he missed you every shift, longing for you to make his duties more bearable.

There's a softness in his eyes as he approaches, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. Despite the secrecy surrounding your relationship, seeing you there fills him with a sense of comfort and belonging. In that moment, surrounded by the chaos of the station, all that matters is the connection you share—a bond that transcends the boundaries of your professional lives.

"Hey there," he greets you warmly, "What are you doing here?"

Seeing him there, in his element, reminds you of the journey you've taken together—from a rookie and his training officer to partners in both crime and love.

You return Tim's smile with one of your own, your eyes twinkling with mischief. "Oh, you know, just thought I'd drop by and say hi," you reply casually, purposely avoiding his question. "How's your day been?"

There's a twinkle in your eye as you meet his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of the love and understanding that binds you together. Despite the complexities of your situation, there's an unspoken agreement between you—a shared understanding of the sacrifices you've made for the sake of your relationship.

Tim chuckles at your playful evasion, rolling his eyes. "Smooth as always," he replies, though there's a hint of amusement in his tone. "But seriously, what are you doing here?"

You feign innocence, batting your eyelashes at Tim with exaggerated sweetness. "You know I can't tell you." you tease, knowing full well that your response will only fuel his curiosity further.

Tim lets out a mock sigh, shaking his head in amusement. "Fine, keep your secrets," he says with a playful grin. "But just remember, I know where you sleep at night."

You laugh at his playful threat, leaning in to give him a quick peck on the cheek. "Wouldn't dream of it," you reply with a wink, before turning your attention to Lucy, who's been watching the exchange with interest.

A curious expression played on her face as Tim takes the opportunity to introduce you. "Officer Chen, meet Y/N," he says, gesturing to you with a fond smile. "She's a pain in the ass sometimes, but if you ignore her, she's ok."

"Nice to meet you, Lucy," you say, your tone friendly and inviting as you offered Lucy a warm smile, extending your hand in greeting. "I've heard so much about you."

Lucy returns your smile, her curiosity piqued. "Nice to meet you," she replies, shaking your hand. "How do you know Tim, if you don't mind me asking?"

You glance at Tim with a mischievous twinkle in your eye, a playful smirk playing at your lips. "Oh, you know," you reply cryptically, earning a raised eyebrow from Tim. "We go way back. Let's just say he owes me a few favors."

Tim lets out an exasperated sigh, knowing full well that you're enjoying teasing him. "Don't listen to her, Chen," he says with a chuckle.

"You should listen to me if you want to survive him." you winked at his rookie " I created the monster and I'm the only one who knows how to defeat him."

Tim's eyebrows shoot up in mock indignation, his lips curling into a playful smirk. "Hey now, watch it," he retorts, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, she doesn't need any help from you."

You laugh at Tim's exaggerated reaction, shooting him a knowing look. "Oh, I'm sure Lucy can handle herself just fine," you reply with a wink, earning a chuckle from Lucy.

"Wait–" the rookie began as realisation hits "You are Tim's TO?"

You glanced at your husband, smiling brightly as he put his grumpy expression on, "Guilty as charged."

As Lucy's eyes widen in shock and excitement, she can barely contain her enthusiasm. Her mind is racing with questions as she tries to process the realization that she's standing face-to-face with the legendary training officer.

The rookie turns to Tim, her expression incredulous. "You never mentioned her before!" she exclaims.

Tim crossed his arms above his chest, a hint of irritation creeping into his voice. "Because my life is none of your business, Officer Chen," he retorts.

She faced you with a barrage of questions, her enthusiasm didn't wane, "What was Tim like as a rookie? I heard he wasn't so keen on following orders, is it true?"

You smiled at her, starting to like her more and more. She's definitely giving Tim a hard time. What you know from Tim and seeing her so curious and exited, you knew she has what it takes to be a successful cop.

Before you can respond, Tim interrupts, his irritation growing by the second. "Alright, that's enough, Chen," he barks, his tone firm and commanding. "Shop, now!"

"Yes, sir."

Lucy's excitement fades as she reluctantly obeys Tim's orders, shooting you an apologetic look before hurrying off to prepare for the patrol. As she disappears from view, Tim lets out a frustrated sigh, the grumpiness lifting slightly as he turns back to you.

"She seems nice," you comment, nodding towards where Lucy disappeared. "She's a good kid."

Tim sighs, running a hand through his hair as he considers your words. "Yeah, you're probably right," he admits, his voice tinged with uncertainty.

You reach out to gently squeeze his hand, a reassuring smile playing on your lips. "I know, and I know that sometimes a little kindness goes a long way," you say gently. "She'll appreciate it in the long run."

As Tim gazes at you, a mixture of admiration and gratitude flickers in his eyes. He's more than just a grumpy, hard-to-please man—he's a devoted husband, a dedicated cop, and a man who carries the weight of the world on his shoulders. Despite his tough exterior, there's a vulnerability in his gaze.

The sun filters through the windows of the station, its golden rays dance across Tim's face, casting a warm glow that accentuates his rugged features. He appears even more handsome in this moment, his chiseled jawline and piercing gaze illuminated by the soft light.

His sandy blonde hair catches the sunlight, creating a halo of golden warmth around his head. His eyes, usually sharp and focused, soften in the gentle light, revealing a depth of emotion that takes your breath away.

As Tim searched your face, you're bathed in a soft, ethereal glow, the sunlight highlighting the delicate contours of your face and the warmth of your smile. Your eyes, a mesmerizing shade, sparkle with mischief and warmth, drawing him in like a moth to a flame.

He peaked around at the officers, everyone minding their business, before he leaned in, his warm breath caressing your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His hand gently cups your cheek, his touch tender yet possessive, as if he never wants to let you go. You feel the soft brush of his lips against yours, a gentle yet insistent pressure that ignites a fire deep within your soul.

As the kiss deepens, you feel his other hand slide around your waist, pulling you closer until there's barely an inch of space between you. His touch is electrifying, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body as you melt into his embrace.

His lips move against yours with a hunger that matches your own, each kiss a testament to the love and longing that burns between you. There's a raw intensity to his touch, a desperate need to be as close to you as humanly possible.

For a brief instant, time seems to stand still as you respond eagerly, your heart racing as you lean into the kiss, savoring the warmth of his embrace. Despite its brevity, the intensity of the moment leaves you dizzy with desire, longing for more even as you reluctantly pull away.

Before the moment can linger, Tim's attention is drawn to something behind you. With a quick glance over your shoulder, you realize that Lucy is watching from afar, a curious expression on her face, sided by her mouth forming an "o" shape filled with surprise.

Tim's lips curl into a wry smile as he leans in to murmur in your ear, his voice barely above a whisper. "Looks like we've got a little shadow," he says, amusement dancing in his eyes. "She's gonna be a pain in my ass all day!"

You laugh softly at Tim's comment, shaking your head in amusement. "Well, you did sign up for this when you became her TO," you tease, a playful glint in your eyes. "Just be nice, okay? She's just curious."

Tim rolls his eyes at your advice, but there's a hint of affection in his gaze as he gazes at you. "Fine, I'll try to play nice," he concedes with a grin. "But no promises if she starts asking too many questions."

As your husband heads off for patrol with Lucy, you find yourself seated across from Sergeant Grey in his office, the familiar surroundings offering a sense of comfort amidst the chaos of the precinct. His office is tidy yet lived-in, with stacks of paperwork neatly organized on his desk and a few personal mementos scattered about—a photo of his family, a commendation plaque from his years of service.

Wade offers you a warm smile as you settle into your seat, "Y/N, it's been a while. Think the last time I saw you was at your wedding?"

You nod in agreement, "It hasn't been that long. But you know Metro, it keeps me busy."

"Well, it's always a pleasure to have you around." Sergeant Grey's words of praise for your time as an officer at the station warm your heart, "You were one of the best we had," he continues, sincerity evident in his tone. "It's a shame to lose you to Metro."

As the conversation progresses, you take a deep breath before broaching the subject of your visit. "Sir, I'm here on official business," you explain, your tone serious. "Metro is recruiting, and I'm here to find the best officer for the job."

Grey nods in understanding, "I see. And do you have anyone in mind?" he asks, leaning forward slightly.

You hesitate for a moment before responding. "Actually, I do," you admit, your gaze meeting his. "I think Officer Bradford would be the best fit for Metro."

He considers your words for a moment before responding. "I have to say, I agree with you, Tim would make an excellent addition to Metro."

There's a hint of hesitation in your eyes as he speaks, and you can tell that he senses there's more to your recommendation than meets the eye. "Is there something else on your mind, Y/N?" he asks, his tone gentle but probing.

You paused, choosing your words carefully before responding. "Well, sir, it's just... I'm not sure if it's appropriate for me to recommend Tim," you admit, your voice tinged with uncertainty. "I don't want it to seem like a conflict of interests."

You found yourself grappling with a mix of emotions. There's a deep-rooted sense of pride your work, coupled with a genuine desire to see Tim succeed in his career.

"Trust me, Y/N, Officer Bradford's qualifications speak for themselves." he leaned back on his chair, "Don't worry about it. I'll handle it from here. We both know you and Tim keep your private life apart, and I'll make sure Metro knows this decision is based solely on Tim's achievements."

Sergeant Grey's words sink in, a rush of relief floods through you, washing away some of the anxiety that had been gnawing at your nerves. It's comforting to know that your integrity as an officer won't be called into question, that your personal connection with Tim won't overshadow his merits.

With a grateful smile, you nod in appreciation, the knot of worry in your stomach loosening with each word he speaks. "Thank you, Sir."

"Now go find your husband!"

In the dimly lit interior of the shop, the tension between Tim and Lucy was palpable. Lucy's curiosity burned bright, fueled by suspicions and unanswered questions.

"So..." Lucy ventured, breaking the uneasy silence. "I saw you and Y/N kissing, back at the station. Is she your girlfriend?"

Tim's jaw clenched at the inquiry, his gaze fixed on the road ahead. "That's none of your business, Chen," he shot back, his tone gruff.

Lucy persisted, undeterred by his dismissive tone. "Come on, Tim," she pressed. "You can't just brush this off. I obviously know there's something going on between you two."

But Tim remained stoic, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "I said it's none of your business," he repeated, his voice terse.

Lucy gaze lingered on him, studying his face. She couldn't read anything but irritation caused by her intrusion into his private life. She searched his hands, no sight of any ring, so the possibility of you being his wife dropped.

"Do you like her?" she insisted.

"What's the proper procedure for securing a crime scene?" he replied to her question, avoiding giving any details about you.

"Come on. You can't avoid this forever. Are you and her just colleagues, or is there something more?"

Tim's irritation simmers beneath the surface, his frustration mounting with each passing moment. He had hoped to avoid this line of questioning, to keep his personal life separate from his professional one. But Lucy's relentless curiosity had pushed him to his breaking point.

"What's the recommended procedure for securing a firearm during an arrest?"

She couldn't shake the feeling of defeat, knowing deep down that Tim wouldn't give her the answers she sought. Despite her best efforts to uncover the truth about Tim's relationship with you, she found herself hitting a dead end.

"I saw the way you look at her. You have feelings for her?"

"When searching a suspect, what areas of their body should you prioritize for pat-downs?"

"Fine. I'll shut up."

Confusion clouded Lucy's thoughts as she struggled to make sense of the situation. She couldn't understand why Tim was so guarded about his personal life, especially when it came to someone who seemed to hold such significance to him. It left her feeling unsettled, a nagging sense of curiosity gnawing at her.

As he focuses on the road ahead, he can't help but feel annoyed by Lucy's persistence. He knows she means well, but he's not ready to share the intimate details of his relationship with the woman he loves. He just wants to focus on their job, to keep their partnership strictly professional.

As lunchtime approached, the bustling street food area near the station came to life with the sound of chatter and the aroma of sizzling food. Amidst the crowd, you found an empty table, enjoying the inviting atmosphere, with colorful umbrellas providing shade from the midday sun as you waited for Tim.

Your husband approached the table where you were seated, a sense of defeat hung heavy in the air, exhausted from all of his rookie's questions. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, as he leaned down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. The warmth of his touch sent a shiver down your spine, a tangible reminder of the connection you shared.

As the conversation turns to you, Tim leans in with a curious glint in his eyes. "So, what were you doing at the station earlier?"

"Metro sent me to find a recruit," you confess, your gaze meeting Tim's.

His eyebrows shoot up in surprise. "And did you find one?"

Angela rises from her seat, flashing a smile, "I hate to break up the party, but duty calls. I'll catch you guys later."

You nod understandingly, bidding her farewell with a wave as she heads off to resume her patrol.

You return your attention to Tim, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Yeah. You."

Tim's eyes widen in disbelief, his expression a mix of shock and excitement. "Me? Are you serious?"

Nyla's figure blended into the bustling crowd as she disappears down the street with her rookie, leaving you and Tim alone.

You give him a knowing smirk. "Dead serious. They've been considering you for a while. Sending me down to the station was just a formality—a test, to see if I was ready for a promotion or something."

"You're getting promoted?"

"Uh-huh."

"That's awesome, babe. I'm proud of you."

As the lunch break comes to an end for Tim, he and his rookie prepare to go on patrol again. They stand by the patrol car, gearing up for their shift.

"Lucy, you're driving," Tim says, tossing her the keys with a grin. "Show me what you got."

Lucy's eyes light up with excitement as she catches the keys, nodding eagerly. "You got it, Officer Bradford. Shotgun!"

While Tim is in the shop, double-checking some equipment, you lean over the car door, catching his attention. "Hey," you say softly, a hint of concern in your voice. "Be safe out there, okay? And have a good time."

Tim gives you a reassuring smile, placing a hand over yours on the door. "Always am, love. Don't worry about me."

Just as the car starts to move, you lean in closer, your voice barely a whisper against the noise of the street. "And Tim... I'm pregnant."

Tim's eyes widen in surprise, his heart skipping a beat at the unexpected news. You placed a playful kiss on his cheek, before the car pulls away, you watch Tim drive off with a mixture of excitement and fear.

You were scared of his reaction, delivering him the news this way gave you time to process and turn all the possible scenarios upside down.

He meets your gaze one last time before the car disappears down the street, a rush of emotions flooding his mind—joy, excitement, and a touch of nervousness. But above all, there's a deep sense of love and gratitude for the life you've created together.

"Did you get your TO pregnant?" Lucy asks, her tone a mixture of surprise and incredulity.

Tim's jaw tightens, a flash of irritation crossing his features at the inappropriate question. He takes a deep breath, gathering his composure before responding firmly.

"She's my wife," Tim states, his voice leaving no room for further inquiry. "Now, shut up and drive."

He reaches up to where his uniform shirt collar meets his neck, pulling out a small chain with a wedding ring and some dog tags hanging from it. It's a subtle gesture, but one that holds immense significance—a symbol of the most important moments of his life, from fighting in Iraq and Afghanistan to marrying you.

Lucy's eyes widen in realization, a flush creeping up her cheeks as she realizes her mistake. Without another word, she focuses on the road ahead, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Meanwhile, Tim sits back in his seat, his mind still reeling from the unexpected turn of events. Despite the initial shock, a sense of pride and excitement fills him at the prospect of becoming a father. And as the patrol car speeds through the city streets, Tim's thoughts are consumed with thoughts of the future.

Upcoming The Rookie series.

A/N: I’m not a committed writer, nor do I promise consistent posts. I don’t expect anyone to read my fics either, I’m kinda just writing what I want because I’m quite literally addicted to The Rookie right now and need a outlet with all these scenarios in my head. But, in saying so, I don’t mind requests, so if you have one, don’t be afraid to submit some.

Last Updated: 2/23/25

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Like Father, Like Rookie !

Tim Bradford x Rookie!Reader [PLATONIC] 〤

Summary: Being the youngest rookie in Mid-Wilshire so far—let alone being Tim’s rookie, everyone either looked out for you, or was determined to prevent whatever disasters were bound to come with your youth. But to Tim, you were his mini him. And he honestly couldn’t tell if it was a curse or a blessing.

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Mr. Barber’s Assistant | Andy Barber

Summary: After Jacob’s Trial everything had changed for Andy Barber. He lost his wife, he almost lost his job and his son. Nothing seemed right in his life. Nothing but YOU.

Word Count:  16,090 (Sorry kids, it’s a long one.) 

Warnings: Some Spoilers from Defending Jacob. Mentions of a car accident. Interoffice Romance. Brief mentions of a murder. unprotected sex, Multiple Point of Views. Boss|Assistant dynamic. Cursing. Mentions of cheating. Divorce. Mentions of being in the hospital. Laurie being a bitch. Neal being an asshole. Angry|Andy. pet names. Over protective Andy. Marking!Kink. Having a crush on your boss. Idiots in love with each other. keeping secrets. Mentions of Drinking. Self Doubt. Dirty Talk. Very Brief Hand job (if you squint.). fingering. Oral (f). edging (if you squint.). Consensual Sex. Regret. Second thoughts. Jealous Neal. Slightly possessive Andy. Brief Mention of Andy Getting Himself Off. Teasing. Mentions of Spanking. Mentions of mental health. Bipolar disorder. borderline personality disorder. Over protective Dad!Andy. Guilt about feeling happy. Toxic misogynistic male behavior. Some Ex-Wife Drama. Getting punched in the face.(PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF I MISSED ANYTHING)

A|N: Hello! Just wanted to say a quick thank you to everyone who reads this and or any of my stories. I hope you enjoy. please feel free to let me know your thoughts. Also I apologize for the length of this one I kind of got carried away. :) enjoy friends. (Pics for the moodboard came from pinterest. I do not own.)  

“Assistant District Attorney; Andy Barber?” a voice from behind you calls. You turn around to see a tall gentleman standing there behind you. There was silence for a minute before you spoke. “Mr. Logiudice, Mr. Barber is in a meeting with the DA.” you say, a firm tone in your voice. He smirked. Like you had just said something funny. Which you had not. “Doll, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Neal.” he stepped towards you.. The door to Andy’s Office swings open. Thank god. You exhale. “Leave her alone Neal, how many times do I have to TELL you…” Andy turns and gives you a flirty wink and nod. You couldn’t help but blush. You sit back behind your desk. Neal sighs, rolling his eyes. “Besides Neal, you’re not her type anyways.” he shoots a blue eyed gaze your way and you practically melt into your chair, biting your lip. 

You weren’t going to lie. You had a crush on the ADA… who didn’t? He was incredibly gorgeous, smart, powerful and sweet as hell, but don’t fuck with him. He didn’t take shit from anyone and everyone knew it. You’d been ADA Barber’s assistant for five years and well it had been a rough last couple of years for him, especially with his son’s trial, and the aftermath of it, his father, through getting divorced from his wife, the accident, the long nights spent at the hospital with Jacob in a coma. It had been a pretty fucked up time for Andy to put it midly. But through everything you always stuck by him, no matter what he needed you were there for him; you’d developed a pretty close friendship. and he never forgot what you’d done for him. 

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Andy getting accused of cheating on his wife with his work wife because no one knows they are married. She wanted to make a name for herself so she kept going by her maiden name at work

“I think its disgusting.” Your ears pique at the sound of gossip, and you try to be nonchalant when you raise your head and look at the two women standing near the copier, whispering between themselves.

“He’s cheating on his wife, with her.” Your hand nearly flies to your mouth to hide your biting laugh, immediately catching on to what they’re talking about.

Or rather, who they’re talking about.

“Mr. Barber has a wife at home, she should keep her damn nose out of other people’s marriage.” They look at you, brashly throwing you a dirty look before the door to your department opens and Andy walks inside with a pair of coffees in his hand.

“She’s married too. Did you see the rock on her hand? Gold-digger can’t get enough dick-“

Your husband is as beautiful as ever, thick beard giving him an air of woodsy intrigue and masculinity. He’s tall, absolutely squandering your height with his own, a different that is both a turn on to you and him.

“Mr. Barber, good morning.” They greet him with warmth and endearment, snidely look you over when you stand. You walk around the desk to greet him with a quick kiss to the cheek and a soft laugh when he sits on your desk and pulls you into his chest, hands cupping his neck.

“This feels like an HR violation.” You mumble softly, looking at him through your lashes.

“I have an in with HR. In fact,” he slips his hand down your back, toying with you, “I think my HR insider should spend the next hour across my desk-“

“Mr. Barber!” One of the women squawks, her shrill protest cutting the moment short. “You have a wife!”

“Relax, Piety Prudence.” Andy’s chuckle reverberated against you. “Y/N is my wife, we have different last names.”

“I kept my maiden name.” You turned your head and flashed them a victorious grin, enjoying their stalwart silence and shock. “I guess that makes me his homely wife and his dirty mistress.”

“God, I love it when you’re dirty.” Andy grins and yanks you even closer, smacking your ass for shock and awe. “Come see me in my office in ten minutes, we have to have a discussion.”

Arrest Me, But It's Not So Sexy

Part 2 of Arrest Me, But Make it Sexy (🏷 @newobsessionweekly)

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!cop!reader

Summary: While you're undercover, Metro raids the drug manufacturing facility you're in. Tim tries to arrest you again, but you have a job to finish.

Warnings: discussion/depiction of drug trafficking, typical show warnings, fluff and banter

Word Count: 1.6k+ words

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Put me in the back of your car and we'll start a verbal flirtation. I'm doing tax fraud and arson, now take me down to your station.

“Defying orders is the best thing I’ve ever done,” you muse as your captain reviews your current case.

“You’re just lucky Bradford didn’t actually report that,” she points out. “The body cam footage and arrest got to do all the talking.”

“And you saw it and just knew you had to have me, right?”

She nods sarcastically, then pushes an envelope toward you. “This is your cover. Nysse Bret.”

“And I fit some kind of description?”

“There’s word going around about a new dealer, better product, better prices… easy on the eyes. It’s got the target dealers and producers shaken up, just how we like them.”

You nod as you look through the envelope. It’s your first time going undercover alone, but you know you can do it.

“So, you want me to shake them up a little more, overstep on their turf, down sell their product, get them out in the open?” you clarify.

“Preferably. And given your track record of disobeying orders to do the right thing, going in solo seems like the logical next step for you.”

“The product you’re giving me?” you ask.

“It’s real,” she answers. “Diluted and nearly unusable, but legitimate. If it’s tested, it’ll come back as weak but real.”

“Got it. Don’t use it. And if I need backup?”

“Never more than five minutes out. We’ll try to grab buyers as we go, but that’s not the priority.”

“Yes, ma’am. Thank you for the opportunity.”

“Oh, and keep up this sassy, unbreakable thing. That’s what these guys will expect from Nysse Bret. That and not taking any crap.”

“You’re saying I can flash my gun if they think sassiness is an invitation.”

“Was that a question?”

You smile and slide your sunglasses onto your nose as you answer, “Nope.”

“Sergeant Bradford has new intel on Savva Pavlov, one of Los Angeles’s biggest drug manufacturers. Heroine, coke, if someone can do it, Pavlov can make it. We take him out, we take the majority of the drugs out of LA,” Captain Pine reports.

“Until the next guy moves in,” someone points out.

“Then we find him too,” Tim answers. “Pavlov is big, so we gain time, at least, if we take him out.”

“Take it, Bradford,” Pine encourages.

“Yes, ma’am. We have good intel, so we’re moving in on this location.” He pauses and points to a location on the screen. “There will be people inside, drugs inside. We go in protected, get everyone we can, and make sure that Pavlov doesn’t slip through the cracks. We’ll have teams of three stationed on every side of the building and we’ll enter from the north and south sides.”

“How can you know if Pavlov is there?” an officer asks.

“We don’t. If we get lucky, we arrest him. If not, we break one of his guys to find out where he is. This drug war needs to end, so we can’t wait around for Pavlov to get back from a smoke break.”

“Any questions?” Pine asks. “Preferably ones that aren’t stupid?”

“No, ma’am,” the team answers together.

“Then get ready, we roll in twenty.”

“So, you’re Nysse,” a man drawls, looking you up and down but never glancing above your neck.

“Depends,” you answer. “Would you make the woman taking your bosses’ customers wait?”

“They’re not his customers, they’re ours!”

“Sorry, sorry,” you apologize through chuckles. “I wasn’t aware this was a Starscream undermining Megatron situation.”

“What?”

You level your gaze, drop your smile, and remove your sunglasses to look down at the shorter man. “I said, you’re trying to act bigger and bolder than you are.”

“I’ll show you bigger and bolder,” he growls.

You lift the left side of your shirt to show the Colt 45 against your hip. “I’d like to see you try.”

The man licks his lips as he steps back. “Mr. Pavlov will be here soon. He’s finishing a meeting.”

“Perfect,” you exclaim cheerfully, dropping your shirt and sliding your sunglasses onto your head. “Hey, what’s it like working for him? Get good vacation time?”

“Perhaps you’d like to see his process while you wait,” he suggests, leading you through a swinging door.

“Oh, I’d love to.”

“This is where the magic happens,” he says, opening his arms toward the warehouse of men and women working in gas masks and hazmat suits.

“What’s back there?” you ask, pointing to a blocked-off area at the back.

“Pavlov’s office. He’ll take you back there when he arrives.” He smiles and adds, “Women like you always leave happy.”

You roll your eyes at his comment. Before you can reply sarcastically, a flashbang is thrown through one of the few ventilation windows. You see it in time to drop your head and cover your ears, but you’re still disoriented for a moment.

“LAPD Metro!” someone yells. “Drop to your knees, hands on your head! Now!”

“You’ve got to be kidding me!” you exclaim.

“Follow me,” the man beside you urges, blinking wildly to regain his vision. “There’s a-“

“Cop behind you,” you point out, tilting your head to the side. “He’s pretty cute, actually.”

“LAPD, on the ground. Now,” Tim says slowly. “That means you, sir.”

The man is still facing you, his back to Tim. You can tell he plans to run, so you lean against the rail beside you and cross your arms.

“What’s in it for me?” you ask.

“What?” Tim asks, holding his gun against his shoulder.

“If I get on the ground and ruin my outfit, what’s in it for me?”

Tim begins to say your name, but you shake your head once.

“Nysse Bart,” you introduce. “Maybe you’ve heard of me. But your little war on drugs is a war against me. So, make it worth my time and maybe I tell you what I know.”

“What about me?” the man before you asks.

“Sure, fine. Help us out, and we help you out, handsome,” you tell Tim. “Or we could just leave, find a more romantic spot.”

“You’re under arrest,” Tim says, dropping his gun to handcuff your tour guide.

“Cuffed while Pavlov enjoys the beauties of the port,” he mumbles.

So that’s where he is, you think. Picking up a shipment – or ladies – at the port.

“Bradford is it?” you ask as Tim moves toward you. “I really like how this shirt fits, so could you cuff me with my hands in front? As a sign of good faith, I’ll apologize for hitting on you.”

Tim shakes his head and pulls your hands behind your back. He places the cuffs in your hands rather than around your wrists. You huff and pout at him, then notice your phone, Nysse’s phone, is buzzing.

Another Metro officer takes Pavlov’s right-hand man, leaving you with Tim. You have to get to Pavlov, and after Metro raided the facility while you were inside, you have to go forward on your own.

“Sorry,” you say as you close one of the cuffs around Tim’s wrist.

He pulls his arm back when he feels your hand on him, but you snap the other side closed around the safety rail behind him.

“Take it off,” Tim demands.

“Sorry, sir,” you taunt as you walk backward, placing your sunglasses back on your nose. “That wasn’t quite sexy enough.”

“Get back here!”

“Oh, he looks like he wants to chase me,” you say, fanning yourself dramatically. “Navy blue booty, go ahead and lock me up.”

You wiggle your fingers to wave before you turn and walk through a side exit to catch Pavlov before he leaves the port with imported drugs. When you call your captain for backup, you tell her that Metro raided the facility, not knowing you were there. She grumbles something under her breath and promises to look into it and keep it from happening again. You remember the shock on Tim’s face when you cuffed him and realize it wasn’t so bad.

“And here I was, thinking that you’d be in the back of someone’s car admitting to tax fraud and arson,” you tease as you enter the roll call room.

“You caught Savva Pavlov,” Tim says. “Nice work.”

“If you want me to apologize for handcuffing you in a drug warehouse, I know this really nice place where we could have dinner, and I could kiss you to prove I mean it.”

Tim huffs a laugh, his smile appearing for several seconds. Your smile grows at the knowledge that Tim enjoys your back and forth as much as you do.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says. “We should have done our due diligence before we went in. I risked your safety during the raid, and there’s no excuse for that.”

You shrug and assure, “It worked out. Plus, you looked so good that it was a great break from the greasy little guy I’d been stuck with.”

“Yeah, he seemed to think I interrupted something.”

“A UC operation.”

Tim nods and asks, “Are you staying with the UCs?”

“I like it. Maybe not full time, but, yes, it’s something I can see myself doing again.”

“You’re a great cop, just… be careful.”

You lay your hand on Tim’s arm and promise, “I will. Knowing you’re in Metro and will come when I call helps.”

“You don’t need anyone telling you how to do your job, I know that, but I just want to make sure you’re safe. Especially after what happened today.”

“Thank you,” you whisper, gently squeezing Tim’s arm. As you step back, you ask, “Why didn’t you actually cuff me?”

“Nysse Bart? You said the name and I realized we messed up. Not to mention that, for once, you didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Didn’t you just say I could do no wrong?”

“No, I said-“

“So, should we go to dinner, or do you want me to go buy some illegal contraband so you can arrest me again?” you tease.

Your smile drops when Tim says, “Dinner. Meet me outside in ten.”

He turns and is almost to the door when you ask, “Wait, seriously?”

Kevin Ball x daughter reader ?

An: YESYESYESYES btw this is not a biological daughter so you can be yourself 💖💖😍😍💋💖😍🤓💖🤧 hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍

The Balls

Kevin ball x daughter! reader (THIS IS PLATONIC WE DONT DO THAT INCEST SHIT HERE but reader is female with she/her pronouns 🤭)

warnings: just cursing and suggestive cause its kev and reader is in a secret relationship with lip (just wanted to add that in) and that’s it hope you enjoy my lovers 🤍 miscellaneous masterlist

Summary: Cute moments with Kev and his daughter

posted: June 18,2023

first time you snuck out for a party:

You were walking downstairs to see your dad and your stepmom V dancing and making out in the kitchen. You make fake gagging noises. They turn around to see you.

“Blah! You guys are disgusting.” You say while laughing and getting something to eat out of the fridge.

“Ohhh but Y/N you are going experience this ‘disgustingness’ sooner or later.” Your dad said while going next to you to steal your bread. “Hey give me my bread back!” V laughs while seeing this cute little moment between you two. While you guys are chasing each other your phone buzzed.

V heard this. “Ooo who’s texting us?” She said with a smile. You check your phone. “Oh it’s just my friend Maddie-.”

“Ughh is that the weird one with all the piercings?” Kev asked while being disgusted.

“No that’s Mandy babe.” V answered for you.

“Hey back to my text. Anyway it’s just her asking to go to a party together but don’t worry I’m not going.”

“Hey what! Why aren’t you going?” Kev asked. You just shrugged. “I don’t like parties. I sneak out every time you guys have one in the bar.”

“With who?”

“Li- Liza…” It was Lip but they don’t have to know that. They both narrowed their eyes at you but didn’t say anything. “I’m going to the Gallaghers for a little bit.” They both nodded and you walked to your neighbors.

_____

You were in Lip’s room just talking and giggling with each other. “You know if my parents ask you anything about me sneaking out of the bar that one night, I snuck out with Liza ok?” He just nodded with a confused look on his face. “Do you wanna go to a party later tonight?” You nodded and realized that you already told your parents that you weren’t going.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing it’s just I told them that I wasn’t going.”

“Just sneak out.”

_____

As you were sneaking in after the party, you see your dad under a light.

“I thought you weren’t going to that party Y/N?”

fuck

“Ok before you get mad Liza convinced me and-.” You cut yourself off when your dad held up his hand. “I’m so proud of my little girl!” He got up and squeezed you in a hug. You are so confused. “You’re not mad?”

“No! Wait did you have sex of any kind?”

“No dad!”

“Then I’m not mad!”

when they find out you have a boyfriend:

You guys were sitting in the living room watching tv. And you get a text. You check to see who it is and it’s Lip saying and showing some dirty stuff. You giggle and put your phone face down. V saw this and nudged Kev.

“Why are smiling at your phone Y/N? Who’s texting us?” V asked with a smirk on her face.

“Nothing just Liza sent something funny.”

“Well can we see?” Kev asked.

“No it’s an inside joke.” You said while giggling.

They made a face at each other. You can hear them whispering and your dad gets up to the kitchen. “Y/N can you help me in the kitchen?! I need help!”

As you were getting up V got your phone, put in your password and saw ‘L ❤️’

“This picture definitely is not from a girl.” She whispered to herself.

You turn around since it was way too quiet and you see V on your phone. “Hey!” You run over and snatch your phone. “You have a boyfriend!”

“Oh my god my babygirl has a boyfriend!” Kev said while cheering.

Then you got bombarded with questions.

“Do we know him?”

“No he’s from the north side.”

Then the questions got worse.

“Oh my god you have a rich boyfriend!”

“Does he buy you stuff?”

Why did he have to send that?

when they find out the boyfriend is Lip:

Since your parents were out at the bar. You guys were in your room, making out and smiling at each other. “So they know you have a boyfriend now. What did you tell them?”

“Well I said that he’s from north side and my dad calls you you my rich hot daddy boyfriend.” He let out a little laugh. “And he’s right except for the rich part.” You laugh at the face he makes.

“Now let’s stop talking and keep making out with each other.” You lean in and he smiles into the kiss.

“What the fuck.”

You guys jumped off each other.

“Lip is the rich hot daddy boyfriend?!” Your dad yelled. He ran out to tell V.

“V come in Y/N’s room!”

She ran in and gasped. “Lip?!”

This is the worst.

An: HEYEYEYEYEYE guys ik y’all probably are like ‘this bitch said they were gonna be posting then haven’t posted’ SO IM SORRY im rewriting shocked and scared bc it was fucking terrible but until i post again my lovers 🤍 *hint: it’s a surprise* (i have no idea)

daddy's sweetest cherry

-> pairing: andy barber x fem!reader

-> warnings: smut, oral {m receiving}, kissing, age gap relationship, daddy kink, infidelity, laurie, dry humping, obscene language.

-> summary: andy barber has the sweetest assistant any district attorney could ask for.

a/n: heyo hope everyone is well! do enjoy this one shot i whipped up during the weekend. reblogs are appreciated so is feedback :)

- one shot {18+}

"who the fuck is that?!" laurie yells at the top of her lungs, eyes blown wide at the nude young female photo on her son's phone. she was once again prying, secretly going through jacob's phone while he was in the shower. she storms into her master bedroom, where she finds andy perched on their bed comfortably, reading a book. "why does my son have a picture of a naked girl on his phone? he's only sixteen andy." laurie fumes at her husband, as if he had control over their son's privacy.

andy looks at the picture for a moment, then looks at his wife with disbelief in his eyes. "first of all why are you snooping through his phone? it's his privacy, you can't invade that laurie. he'll never trust you again." andy grumbles, switching off the phone as laurie goes to grab it. his words obviously shock his wife, as she is use to people going along to everything she said and not questioning her twice about it.

"are you being for real right now? he's a teenage boy! of course i have to look through his phone to make sure he isn't watching stupid shit like this andy!" she defends, folding her arms over her chest. if there was one thing laurie despised, it was being wrong or being the smaller person.

andy huffs and closes his book, not in the mood to read anymore. "okay laurie, what do you want me to do ground him? stop him from attending his summer road trip with arvin? hm, you tell me." he asks, standing on his feet and draping a shirt over his bare chest. laurie really knew how to aggravate him easily.

"i- i don't know andy! something, just talk to him or discipline him." she rolled her eyes, just as irritated.

andy shakes his head, leaving the room with his son's phone in hand. he can hear his wife's silent profanities echo down the hall as he reaches the guest room, he looks back before closing the door. andy opens the phone quickly and enters the pin used to lock his son's photo album, the one that stored a familiar face that andy couldn't quite figure out to be. with a tap, the photo of the bare chested female appeared on the screen, and andy's face pales.

a simple star tattoo is inked on the females soft skin, right below the collarbone. one andy knew too well, as he spent most of his office time, marking and bruising the flesh with his lips. "for fuck sakes," he groans, adjusting the tightness forming in his nether region. andy bites his lip, longingly staring at the photo and the half faced female showed on the screen in awe. he couldn't wait for work mondy morning.

later that evening, andy handled his personal issue quickly, with the help of the picture and similar videos he had stored on his own device of the young woman. he tried not to confront his son about the nude picture, but laurie pushed, daring to take the situation into her own hands but andy knew nothing good would come from that.

"jacob may i speak with you for a moment." andy calls, ignoring his wife's presence in the living area as he guides his son to the back porch. "i'll make this quick, and never hope i have to deal with this ever again," andy starts, placing jacob's phone in his hand.

"dad- i can explain! my friend told me about the site. i swear i didn't look at anything else except her picture. please don't hate me or tell mom." the sixteen year old rushes out in fear. his sweaty palms allowing the phone to slip out of his hands.

"jacob, son, calm down. i'm not mad, why would i be? you're a teenage boy, i know boy's your age go through a certain stage at some point. but you have to be more cautious and not force me into awkward situations like this." andy laughs, attempting to soothe the prominent nerves of his son.

"so...you're not going to ground me?" jacob asks, seemingly regaining a casual composure after andy's words.

"well i do have to confiscate your phone for a day or two, even though i'm understanding about this your actions still come with consequences." andy says.

"can i delete the picture before you do, i can't have mom seeing this." jacob immediately sends the photo to the thrash, also removing the site off his search history while at it. "thanks dad, i know better now." the teenager mumbles, giving andy the phone.

"don't get all joyous now, your mom knows but you don't need to worry...well i hope." andy jokes, patting jacob's back reassuringly as he begins to freak out. "as i said don't worry, we've talked and you understand what is to be done. but to be safe just apologize." he advises, kissing the boy's head and leaving the room.

"ouch andy my foot!" laurie yelps, almost falling on the floor as her enitre weight was pressed on the door.

"that's what you get for snooping again," andy rolls his eyes, and goes straight into the kitchen to start dinner.

-

after dinner, the barber residence was pitch black, andy uses the opportunity to surf through the site where the picture of his mistress reside. it was itching at him since laurie shoved the phone in his face, allowing him to analyze the photo well enough to discover the bare chested female to be the other woman in his life. the one who he held much love for, the freshly graduated woman who brought light into his world as soon as she waltzed through his office doors, pleading him for the job as his assistant.

that day, during the first hour, andy got to know her, he found himself drawn and enticed by her every movement. the way she talked, her walk and her ability to keep him in line better than his own wife. andy was wrapped around her finger since the first day and continued to be one year later. it took andy a month to finally break, he was unable to keep himself away from her, tired of having to refrain himself of sliding his hand up her thigh beneath the tiny, work skirts she wore.

and one beautiful Thursday afternoon, andy took her on his desk. all the barriers he built to stay away from her and not corrupt a sweet little girl was thrown out the window. that day, he took her three times, ate the living life out of her a total of two then finished by coming on her supple behind and kissing her blissful tears away as she sat on his warm cock. andy would recall this memory over and over again anytime he was down or irritated with laurie.

andy knew he should be feeling guilt, never had he expected to betray his vows and fall intensely in love with a woman who was at least twenty years younger than him. yet, everytime he fucked her, made love to her, purchase gifts and skipped nights out with wife to be with his other lover, he didn't experience an ounce of regret.

so as andy continued his search, he typed in the username he figured to be hers, lusciouscherry1. the user brought a smile to his face, as he knew she adored cherries very much, craved the fruit daily. and andy, the ever so caring boyfriend always bought a basket of fresh cherries and a flower every monday and thursday morning to please his sweet girl.

when her page came in view, andy felt blood rush to his cock, the gritty, huge length twitching in his pajama pants as her nude pictures came to view. "fuck," the lawyer breathes out, his lungs suddenly collapsing as he scrolled through her pictures. there was a total of three photos, the first was her in a blue lingerie piece, modeling her behind where a cute little marked hand print lied. the second was more revealing, showing of her tits and stopping at the top of her abused clit. how cute, thought andy. the third is the photo of her bare chest and collarbone, the one which led him to discover his sweet girl's secret profile.

andy was impressed, her body was divine, one of a kind. he adored it and by the looks of the site, the viewers seemed to enjoy it just as much, all of her photos contained a balance of $1000, so fortunate. but andy couldn't help but feel a wave of jealousy sink in him, the comments were not on the innocent side, containing filthy language he would use whenever she begged him to fuck her roughly. break me daddy, fuck me like your own personal doll. i know you want to, she had whispered the dirty words into his ear after he had complained about laurie, something to do with the fact that he wasn't paying attention to her anymore. if only she knew his attention was focused mainly on his sweet assistant, y/n l/n.

"hey dad, what are you doing up so late?" a voice came from the staircase, where jacob stands with a hand over his mouth to muffle his yawn.

"i should be asking you that question son," andy lightly chuckles, book marking the site before he shuts down the computer. he couldn't wait for tomorrow, a bright new work day, to go through critical cases and spend his day making puppy eyes at his wonderful assistant. "go back to sleep it'll be five soon." as andy goes to his room, he refrains from grumbling out loud at the sight of laurie on the bed, taking up all his space. andy slept soundly that night, recalling his cherishable moments spent with you as his vision went dark.

-

"good morning mr. barber," y/n walks in, her hair tied in a low bun and andy's favorite latte in hand. she grins at the sight of her boss patting his lap, beckoning her. before she takes her place, she pulls the blinds of his office, covering them from the staff's view. "i got you this, seeing as you sent my gift earlier than usual." she smiles, kissing andy's cheek several times. "are you wearing the new tie i got you?" she squeals, straightening his tie and matching dress shirt. "it looks so good on you."

"my girl has great taste," andy winks, sipping on his coffee and massaging the skin of her thighs. their were absurdly smooth and soft, andy would trade his feathered pillows for her thighs any day to lay on. "did you get my note, i left it in between the cherries," he inquires, moving his hand to the open space of y/n's blouse to kiss the mini tattoo inked on her skin.

"yes, you are one bold man mr. barber, you have to give me the live action experience of the entire letter. you got me so worked up, i think i ruined my favorite thong by reading the first sentence." y/n says, pulling on the hair on the nape of andy's neck as his lips suckle on her collarbone, slowly moving down to the valley of her breasts. "fuck," she groans, gyrating her hips in a circular motion. a shrill escapes her as the buttons of her blouse open out, revealing the lace bra she wore. andy doesn't waste time, groping her boobs and licking her peebled nipples over the fabric. "more please daddy."

"don't pout little one, daddy will give you all the attention you need." andy coos, kissing her lips then the middle of her breasts. he removes the sheer garment and the sudden coolness of the air makes her shiver. andy gladly takes her into his mouth, nipping and suckling the boob as his hands play with her free one. "so pretty baby," he praises, switching to the other to show the same love. andy is alternating his movements on each boob, grinning up at y/n as she dry humps the thick area of his suite pants. "just like that, baby." andy moans, holding her hips steady as he dips his head back in pleasure.

"daddy- i'm going to come!" y/n wails, grinding down on him faster, her skirt hikes up her leg and the sheer thong she wears slightly obscures her wet pussy from messing his pants. she moans out loud as she comes undone, her hands finding their way to andy's tie to yank his lips against her smudged one. "oh my gosh, i ruined your pants," y/n realizes during her high. she stands quickly, rushing to his near drawer to clean the white juices. "i'm so sorry! i'll go get a new set now," she apologizes, she truly felt sorry.

andy laughs, wrapping his hand through her hair as she bends on her knees, attempting to get rid of the stain. "you're acting as if it's a bad thing, sweet girl. God knows how many times i've send you from my office with my come messed on your skirt or legs." he winks, pushing his hips forward as she places her hands on his thighs. andy knows exactly what she wants, he carved the same thing. however, he always preferred when she asked in that innocent tone, even though her eyes held her true intentions. "ask me kindly little girl, and daddy might award you with a morning snack." andy smirks, rubbing his hand over his cock then grasping her hand in his.

y/n nods, giving him that smile while looking up at him with doe like eyes through her lashes. she watches as andy breath hitches, running his wet tongue over his lips. "can i please have your cock daddy? i was desperate for it all weekend." y/n pouts, popping his index finger into her mouth as he brushes it against her lips. a satisfied hum is sounded from her and andy comes in his pants. "oh daddy, looks like we both ruined your costly trousers." she giggles, suckling on his fingers as if it was his cock.

"funny little thing aren't you hm? how about you put that mouth to better use now." andy gruffs, slipping his finger out of her mouth, causing her to whine. he groans as he fists his length, the sensitive tip bold red as white semen slides down his gritty cock. andy grips her hair tightly, pulling her close so her cheek is pressed against his cock, coating her tear stained cheek with his come. "such a good girl for me." andy praises, smiling down at her. the sight has him hardening once again, she never failed to gift him the painfully, straining tent in his pants. it was impossible for her not to have him hard every time she waltzes into a room to his dismay sometimes. "open up, beautiful."

y/n does as she is told instantly, parting her lips wide and sticking her tongue out of her mouth to collect andy's come which dribbled down to her chin. she watches his length fondly, desperate to have him in her mouth, she hums appreciatively as andy presses his red tip over her lips before he pushes into her mouth. "fawk!" y/n moans, the word mispronounced due to the long cock filling her mouth. she begins suckling him, kitten licking his tip then sliding her tongue down the thick veins visual on his cock. with that, she goes straight in, taking him fully into her mouth and hollowing her cheeks as she gags. the sound of andy's moans are clear and pornographic as she deep throats him and pulls away with a loud pop, spit and drool coating them both. "do you like that daddy?" she smirks, greedily fitting her lips around him again and suckling hard, her head bobbing and breasts bouncing as she does.

"fuck- you're going to make me come sweets!" andy gasps, roughly pulling on her head of hair with his large hand. a pleasant mewl erupts from him as y/n fiddle with his balls, one of his sexual foiblities she came across when she first had him in her mouth. andy begins to thrust his hips, the grip he holds her hair tightening as her tongue wanders down to his testicle then up his shaft where her hand continues working. "look at me when i come in your mouth, baby." he wolfishly smiles, his hand locks on her jaw so that her eyes are focused on him. andy's goes into a daze as she deeps throat him once more and effectively shakes her head side to side as his emission spurts into her mouth.

"that's it, take it like a good cock hungry slut." andy grins, fucking her mouth slightly before pulling away. "open up for me." he demands, slapping y/n's cheek with his cock. with parted lips and tongue stuck out, his come paints the inside of her mouth, her tongue muscle lapping at his tip. "fuck, i love when you take all of me like a good girl. you're my good girl right sweets?" he praises, letting go of his cock to hold her hands, lifting her to her feet. andy smiles, taking in all of y/n's facial features.

"beautiful as always, sweet girl." the lawyer coos, gently pulling her in for a light kiss. but andy never being able to handle himself around her, attempts to pull her into his lap, surely ready for round two.

"yes daddy, i am." she confirms, kissing his beard and lips several times. andy seats himself, pulling y/n on his lap, lustfil eyes watching her breasts jiggle with the sudden tug. minutes past with the two cherishing each others warmth, a usual ritual for them. y/n looks at the clock on the wall and sighs, pulling away from andy to adjust her bra and blouse. it causes andy to frown. "don't pout, i have to head back out there. neal might barge in here soon." she chuckles, kissing his lips. y/n quickly ties her hair in bun and straightens andys tie before removing herself from his lap. "how do i look?" she turns to andy, and awes inwardly as she notices his eyes are already on her.

"andy! later i promise." y/n chuckles, pecking his frowned lips. she's out his office door with quick steps, her hips not to innocently swaying side to side giving andy another love struck boner to see about by himself. "have a good day mr. barber." she winks, closing the door.

"you too my sweet cherry." andy mumbles, opening his computer and clicking on the site he was surfing through earlier this morning. andy smiles as he sees the words written over the screen. lusciouscherry1 has recently updated! click here to check it out. as the link to her page opens, andy sucks in a breath. he could tell it was recent, as the picture held the same bra she was wearing mere seconds ago. it captured y/n's lips wrapped around a cherry, her fingers pulling on the stem, it goes down to her breasts where her nipples buds are prominent even under the layer of fabric. then, further down the picture stops at her upper thighs, that are tightly creased together, holding a bunch of cherries that block her luscious cunt.

"fuck me," andy swears, groaning as his cock twitches. he scrolls down, the caption has his heart and cock pulsating with love and titillation.

lusciouscherry1

caption - i love when my daddy gifts me all these yummy cherries...i might share and let him eat it off me ;)

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A Room Away

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Edit: Part 2 Here

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!reader

Summary: Tired of Tim's bad moods, Angela gets him a new roommate: you. As Tim gets to know you and learns about your past, you slowly become more than his roommate.

Warnings: mentions of past domestic abuse (reader and Tim), reader has chronic migraines from past head trauma, nightmares, reader has a panic attack, angst, fluff, Nyla and Angela. (roommates to lovers)

Word Count: 4.2k+ words

A/N: Parts of this are so self-indulgent. The migraine depictions are based on my migraines, but I think they're some of the most common symptoms. I hope you enjoy and please let me know what you think! (I'm still trying to get Tim's character down, so apologies if he's OOC.)🤍

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Tim sits in the back of the room for roll call, his arms crossed tightly across his chest as unimpressed sighs escape him. Angela is getting tired of his seemingly perpetual bad mood. Clearly, he’s lonely, but he will never admit it. And that loneliness makes him mopey and broody (Angela’s official motto for Tim Bradford) until he has enough and snaps at someone.

Sitting at her desk, Angela watches Tim yell at a boot. He’s always harsh with them, trying to prepare them for anything, but now he’s using them as punching bags for his forbidden feelings. 

“What’s his problem? He’s grumpier than usual,” Nyla says as she joins Angela.

“He’s lonely,” Angela answers. “Won’t admit it or do anything about it.”

“That man needs a girlfriend,” Nyla muses.

Angela sits up straighter and smiles. “You’re a genius, Harper.”

“I know.”

Angela opens a website on her computer, and Nyla pulls up a seat to watch her intervention into Tim’s personal life.

“You’re going to rent out his spare room without telling him? This’ll be fun to watch,” Nyla says, laughing.

“He has way too much room for just one guy. Getting him a roommate and a girlfriend will surely help with.. that,” she finishes, gesturing toward Tim.

“A roommate and a girlfriend, or a roommate who becomes a girlfriend?”

“Either should work.”

“That’s your number.”

Angela nods, putting her contact information on the listing. “Tim would shut it down after the first call, so I’ll interview them, run background checks, whatever, and find the perfect one.”

“Well, Mrs. Right is always found on Craigslist,” Nyla jokes.

“This isn’t Craigslist.”

“Semantics.”

Angela posts the listing, and she and Nyla hope getting Tim a roommate will help nudge him out of his bad mood. He needs someone to talk to and bond with, but he’ll never come to that conclusion on his own. Which is why Angela considers herself to be such a good friend.

✯✯✯✯✯

Los Angeles is a big city, which is part of why you chose it without another thought. Full of opportunities and a chance of fading into the background, it’s the complete opposite of your home, which overflows with memories. The patched drywall you were pushed into, the stained tile where you thought everything was going to end, and the china cabinet with the shattered glass are left behind and traded in for a minimum wage job, a used car, and a lot of panic that you won’t be able to find somewhere to live.

You’ll need a roommate until you can save enough money for your own place. However, finding a decent place with a decent roommate is nearly impossible in your price range. Browsing online listings, you see one that could be promising. The information at the bottom says there is an interview process, which catches your attention. Sending a text to Angela Lopez, you cross your fingers for good luck before walking into work.

By the end of your shift, Angela has replied and asked you to meet somewhere nearby. You want to go home, a dull headache building at the base of your skull impairing your mood. But you also really want a better place to call home than the pay-by-the-month motel you’re currently living in.

Angela gives you a firm handshake as she introduces herself as an LAPD detective. She asks questions about your life, job, hobbies, and finally, why you moved to Los Angeles.

“I just needed a change of pace; was ready to leave my old life behind, find something bigger and better,” you answer, a simplified version of the truth.

Trying not to show it, Angela immediately takes a liking to you. Each of your answers solidifies her gut instinct that you’re a good fit for Tim. You ask why her name was on this listing if it’s not her house, and she follows your lead and gives you the truth, but not all of it.

“Tim, the owner of the house, is a coworker and friend, and I’m just trying to help him out while he’s busy with work,” she explains.

As you leave the meeting, Angela gives you her personal number, as well as someone named Nyla Harper’s number, “just in case you need anything.”

She texts you a time and address, telling you to meet her at your new place the following afternoon. You thank her repeatedly before driving to the trashy motel one last time.

✯✯✯✯✯

Parking outside the house, you fall in love with the neighborhood and the cute architecture of the home. Angela meets you in the driveway, seeming more nervous than excited. You realize she may not have been totally honest with you as you follow her to the door.

An incredibly handsome man opens the door, sighing when he sees Angela. He lets both of you in, seeming to trust Angela completely.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim knows he will regret opening the door, but the woman with Angela is beautiful, and deep down, a small part of him wants to know who she is and why she’s on his doorstep.

“This is your new roommate,” Angela announces, giving Tim your name.

“You didn’t,” Tim responds. “Please tell me you didn’t rent out my spare room without asking me, Lopez.”

“I won’t tell you that, then.”

Standing quietly to the side, you anxiously watch their argument.

“Um, sorry,” you begin, interrupting them. “But I can go, and find a new place, since this is clearly not what you signed up for.”

You move toward the door before stopping when Angela demands, “Don’t go anywhere.”

She gives Tim a stern look before cocking her head to the side. He sighs like he has accepted his fate, a tragedy based on his reaction. Gesturing for you to follow him, he gives you a quick tour before showing you to your new room and bathroom.

“I’m not home a ton, but when I am, I’m usually watching a game or just hanging out, so,” he tells you before trailing off.

You nod before promising, “You won’t even know I’m here.”

Tim wants to believe you, but he also thinks you’re pretty and kind enough that he wouldn’t mind seeing you occasionally.

✯✯✯✯✯

You cross paths with Tim a few times in the first two days of living with him. He’s struck by your beauty each time but recognizes that you don’t open up willingly, so he never presses you to talk. Content to be ships passing in the night, Tim gives you a nod before continuing out the door.

It’s your third night in the house that Tim learns your reserved qualities may not be as simple as a personality trait. Waking when he hears a strange noise, Tim listens in the darkness before deciding it’s your footsteps he hears. Based on the sound, you're pacing, so Tim gets out of bed and walks to the kitchen. He walks right past you, and you give him an apologetic smile before slowing down. Tim makes you a mug of calming tea, sliding it across the kitchen island before sitting beside you as you drink it. Suspecting you had a nightmare or some similarly disturbing experience, Tim reminds you where you are and that everything is okay in his own way.

Over the next week, you wake him up a few more times, thrashing in your bed or exiting your room once you wake. He nudges each time, offering to let you talk about it, but you never do. You always apologize for waking him, thank him for keeping you company and making you tea before you disappear back into yourself and into your room.

✯✯✯✯✯

You’ve lost count of the days and nights spent in Tim’s house, your sense of time thrown off by the continued plague of nightmares and the monotony of your days. As you wake up after a surprisingly dreamless sleep, you immediately turn your face back into the pillow. Your heartbeat pounds in your head, and everything seems brighter and louder. The migraines have been nearly as consistent as the nightmares since before you left for Los Angeles. 

Tim knocks on your door, and you groan as the sound echoes in your brain. He cracks the door, concerned that you aren’t up yet.

“Are you okay?” he asks, seeing your current state.

“Migraine,” you answer. “I called in sick.”

He closes the door to block the light from outside and lowers his voice to ask, “Do you need anything before I leave?”

“I’m okay. Thanks.”

“Well, call me if you do, or if anything changes, okay?”

“I will. Thank you, Tim. Have a good day.”

Tim nods, even though you can’t see him, before backing out of your room and exiting the house as quietly as possible. He keeps his ringer on, looking at his phone every few minutes as his concern for you remains at the forefront of his mind.

Angela and Nyla notice his usual grumpy disposition seems to have been replaced with concern for something, or someone. After he checks his phone for the fifth consecutive time, Angela decides to pry.

“How’s the beautiful roomie? Still just a roommate?” she asks.

“She’s not feeling well,” Tim answers.

Angela waits for an elaboration, but Tim doesn’t offer one. She looks at Nyla, who gives a knowing look. It’s obvious that Tim is softening toward you, but you haven’t made enough of an impact that he’s less grumpy or snappy. As the day continues, his usual personality returns, convinced that you must be okay, or you would have called.

The next day, after learning that you are, in fact, feeling better, Tim is back to his pre-roommate levels of anger and high strung-ness. To worsen his mood, you wake him up with a nightmare but refuse to let him in, not even acknowledging his kind questioning as to how you are. He’s worried about you because you welcomed his presence before, but he is also angry that you changed so quickly, and now you don’t trust him. Everything is piling on, and Tim isn’t sure how much more he can carry.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Just tell me something,” Angela presses.

“Stay out of it, Lopez!” Tim yells, his emotions reaching a boiling point. “I didn’t even want a puppy- a roommate! If you like her so much, why don’t you take her in?”

Angela waits for his shoulders to drop slightly before asking, “Timothy… is this because you don’t like her, or because you do?”

Tim’s jaw clenches, and his nostrils flare as he turns away, offering to go on patrol while Nolan and Celina go to the shooting range. Everyone seems to think they know Tim better than they do; Angela is pushing him toward you while you’re distancing yourself, and the push and pull is tiring.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim waits in his truck in the driveway for a few minutes before walking in. When he walks in, you’re standing in the kitchen. He hasn’t actually seen you since the day of your last migraine when you stopped trusting him, and your sudden willingness to be in the same area confuses him. Anger and confusion rarely mix well; with Tim, it’s a fatal combination.

You notice his tension and knitted brows, chewing your bottom lip before asking, “Are you okay?”

Stumbling to his tipping point for the second time in the day, Tim takes all his anger and confusion over his feelings out on you.

“What do you think? You can’t decide if I’m worth trusting with something as small as a nightmare, and Angela thinks that I’m practically neglecting you,” he begins.

You swallow harshly as his voice rises, stumbling backward when he starts moving his arms. 

“Especially considering I didn’t even want you here!”

Flinching, you snap your eyes closed and catch yourself on the corner of the wall. Tim freezes as he watches you. Everything begins snapping into place in his mind: your nightmares and the distance added to your reaction to him yelling and moving his hand are all signs he should have noticed sooner.

Your chest is heaving as you take short breaths, and when you finally open your eyes, you look terrified. Tim steps back, keeping his hands where you can see them. You focus on him as you slide down the wall, cradling your head in your hands as you fight off bad memories and a growing headache.

Tim watches you before sitting on the floor, keeping his distance. He waits for you to calm down, willing to let you decide whether or not you want to talk to him. You finally look back up at him, but he doesn’t move.

“I- I’m sorry,” you whisper.

“Can I come closer?” Tim asks.

You nod, and Tim slides across the floor, not wanting to stand up and look any more imposing than necessary. His knee presses gently against your thigh, and when you don’t move, he gives you a small smile – the first you’ve ever seen.

“I’ll leave in the morning,” you say, fiddling with your fingers.

“Please don’t,” Tim replies, shaking his head. “I’m really sorry. I wasn’t mad at you, just angry with a long day. But that’s no reason to yell at you or act like that. You confused me, and I didn’t know how to deal with it. That’s on me.”

“I’m sorry,” you repeat.

“Don’t. When I was younger, my dad took his anger out on me sometimes. I’m sure I deserved it once or twice, but I also know better than to treat people like an emotional outlet. If you ever want to talk, I’m here.”

You nod before saying, “My ex.”

Tim feels a protective surge at the idea of anyone hurting you, let alone doing it enough times that yelling pushes you to the point of a panic attack.

After comforting you with proximity and kind words, Tim offers to walk you to bed. Your hand brushes his as he opens your door, and you smile as you thank him for everything. It’s a minor change in your relationship but an important one.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim leaves before you wake up the following morning, determined to find out as much as he can about you and your past. He’s not necessarily being nosy, but he wants to know if there’s anything specific that could help or hurt you.

“What do you know?” he demands as he storms up to Angela’s desk.

“About what?” she replies, raising her brows.

“What do you mean ‘about what’? Her!”

Nyla leans back in her chair, glad to watch the unfolding drama.

“Tim, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Angela explains.

“Why’d she move to LA?”

“Are you seriously trying to find something wrong with her? That’s low.”

Tim moves around her desk, dropping his voice to answer, “I’m trying to figure out who thought it was okay to put their hands on her. Because she won’t let me in.”

Angela begins connecting the dots you left untouched. You ran from the person controlling your life, not your actual life. She knew that you were omitting something during your initial meeting, but she didn’t expect it to be so big.

“Have you been open with her?” Angela asks finally. “Because that’s a two-way street. I’ll talk to her if you want me to, but she trusts you, Tim.”

“How do you know that?”

Nyla’s eyes bounce back and forth like she’s watching a tennis game. She sighs before deciding to interject. “She told her! Sent her a text one night!” she calls out, smiling and waving when Angela and Tim look at her.

Tim nods, giving Angela the closest she’ll get to an apologetic look before leaving.

✯✯✯✯✯

Returning home, Tim is surprised to find you on the couch, in your work clothes, with your face pressed into a pillow. You wave your fingers without moving to acknowledge him, and he remains silent as he walks to the kitchen.

“You don’t have to be silent, it’s your house,” you mumble. “I’ll figure out a way to get to the bedroom.”

“You’re fine here,” Tim answers, setting a glass of water beside you. “Another migraine?”

“Skull fractured from getting my head pushed through a window a few months ago,” you explain with a sigh. “The migraines have gotten worse since then.”

Tim lays a hand on your shoulder, giving you plenty of time to tell him not to touch you. You don’t, relaxing under his touch instead. Tim takes a seat beside you, hoping to comfort you once more.

“Your ex?” Tim asks. 

You hum a yes, and Tim’s jaw tightens, even as he comforts you.

✯✯✯✯✯

Walking into the police station, Tim’s wallet is tucked safely in your bag. Approaching the front desk, you say your name and are wordlessly handed a visitor’s badge before someone gives you directions. You don’t have time to argue, shrugging as you attempt to remember where to turn. Angela sees you before you see her, rushing to your side and looping her arm with yours.

“What are you doing here?” she asks happily.

“Uh, Tim forgot his wallet. I was just going to drop it off, but they sent me back here,” you answer.

Tim says your name, coming around a corner, and Angela pushes you toward him, joining Nyla as they watch your interaction.

“You know she was trying to get you a girlfriend and not just a roommate, right?”

Tim nods a thanks as he accepts his wallet, glancing over at your audience. “I’m half-tempted to make them think I kicked you out.”

You smile brightly, and Tim licks his lips to keep his smile from mirroring yours. His eyes tell you more than enough, and you’re happy to see him, too.

“Do it,” you whisper. “Just let me know when so I can play my part. Angela told me to call her if you were ever mean to me.”

“Have you?”

You don’t answer, opting to wink at him before stepping back. Waving at Angela and Nyla, you leave the station as they rush to Tim’s side. As they ask overlapping questions and talk about how cute you and Tim look standing together, Tim ignores them before walking away.

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim is pulled from his sleep by your panicked yell. He leaves his bed and barges into your room with no thought. His heart rate slows when he sees your teary face and tangled sheets.

“Sorry,” you mutter as you wipe your tears. “I just don’t know how to make them stop.”

Tim sits beside you, opening an arm toward you. It’s a bold move, especially for him, but you take his offer and curl into his side.

“Are- did you mean it when you said I could talk about it?” you ask.

Tim nods, and you tell him more, but not everything. You remind yourself that he’s your roommate and maybe, just maybe, he's your friend, but he’s not here to listen to all of your baggage.

“The last thing he said before I left was, ‘there is nowhere you can go that my love won’t lead me to find you.’”

“You know that wasn’t love,” Tim replies, waiting for your nod before continuing. “And I’ve got your back, Angela and Nyla are right here, and we won’t let anything happen to you. No matter what.”

Drifting back to sleep in his warm, safe embrace, you finally learn what it’s like not to be scared.

When you wake alone, neither you nor Tim acknowledge what happened. You’re okay with slow changes, as long as there are changes.

“Tim,” you say, interrupting him on his way out. “Thank you. For last night.”

“I’m only ever a call away,” he reminds you.

✯✯✯✯✯

Your head starts aching around noon, quickly worsening into a full-blown migraine. When you’re ready to go home, it’s bad enough that you can’t drive. Sitting in your car and resting your head against the steering wheel, you want to call Tim but can’t find the strength to move.

Tim, meanwhile, returns home and begins wondering where you are. He calls, and you don’t answer, so he lets his worry control him as he gets back in his truck and drives your usual route. Tim hopes to pass you or find you waiting as someone changes your tire. When he gets to the parking lot of your job and sees you slumped in your car, he has to fight not to panic.

Rushing to the door, he’s both grateful and concerned that it’s unlocked. He kneels beside you, saying your name before bending to see you. Your eyes are tightly closed, but tears are still leaking out. 

“I’m taking you to the hospital,” he says.

You whimper as he picks you up, clinging to him until he lays you down in the backseat of his truck, buckling you in as well as possible.

“Hospital can’t help,” you mumble.

Tim wants to argue, but remembers what you said about the skull fracture. You’ve already been to the doctor, so maybe getting you home and comfortable will be enough.

After a nap partially influenced by unbearable pain, you wake to see Tim sitting by your bed.

“Why are you so nice to me? You didn’t even want a roommate,” you mutter sleepily.

Tim smiles, making you think you’re hallucinating. “Yet I got something better.”

✯✯✯✯✯

You don’t quite make it to work the next day. Walking into the station, you’re surprised when Nyla greets you first.

“I’m assuming it’s a joke,” she says.

You furrow your brows in confusion before you see Tim leaning on a desk with his arms crossed while Angela yells at him.

“Unless he really kicked you out,” Nyla adds.

You nod, walking towards Angela and Tim.

“No, you don’t get to blame me! I got you a roommate, a friend, a beautiful woman who could have been more than a friend, and you’re mad at me?” Angela exclaims.

Tim locks eyes with you, not changing his expression as he gauges whether or not her yelling is upsetting you.

“Can I talk to you?” you ask Tim.

Angela steps back, hoping to hear Tim apologize, but he stands up and gestures for you to follow him without speaking. Worried that you’re sick again, Tim waits silently.

“I’m okay,” you promise. “I just wanted to see you.”

Not believing something so simple, Tim shakes his head. “Tell me what happened.”

“I saw a guy who looked like him while I was driving to work. He was yelling at a girl outside of a diner, and it made me nervous.” You keep your eyes on the floor, but Tim gently raises your head.

“You’re not alone, and I know that things still seem uncertain, and probably will for a long time, but you don’t have to be afraid of anything while I’m here.”

“Then why’d you kick me out?” you tease with a pout.

Tim shakes his head, telling you to go before following you out. You wipe an imaginary tear before waving at Angela.

“No, you’re not leaving,” she says, grabbing your shoulders and steering you toward her desk.

Nyla smiles at Tim, and he sighs before following.

“Tell me exactly what happened between you two,” Angela commands.

You look past her before tensing, and Tim immediately catches on. He follows your line of vision and sees Nolan and Celina booking someone. You shrink in on yourself, and Tim moves to block your view.

“Get her out of here,” he tells Angela.

Angela doesn’t wait before obeying, ushering you into the bullpen and out of sight.

“What’s the charge?” Tim asks Celina.

“Assault. Beat up a woman outside a diner,” she answers.

Tim’s jaw tightens at the knowledge that this man made you nervous this morning, reminding you of your ex. He hates abuse in every situation, but when you’re involved, his protectiveness and anger differ. Tim leaves before saying or doing something he’ll regret.

When he finds you in the bullpen, he takes one look at you before hugging you. It’s quick, but Angela and Nyla look at each other in shock.

“So, you’re good?” Nyla asks.

“We were never bad,” you reply. “Just wanted to get back at Angela for trying to set us up.”

“It worked?” Angela inquires excitedly.

“Not yet.”

“Not yet?” Tim repeats, looking over at you. He shrugs as he concedes, “Okay.”

✯✯✯✯✯

When Tim gets home, he drops his stuff by the door, raising his arms in question as he looks at you. “Not yet? What is that supposed to mean?”

“You haven’t made a move. How do I know you’re not just protective and caring under that handsome, gruff exterior?” you ask with a shrug.

Tim shakes his head, cupping the back of your head gently as he kisses you. You raise your hands over his chest to hold his jaw, pushing yourself closer as you reciprocate his every move.

“Because I don’t protect just anyone like this,” he says against your lips.

You kiss him again before asking, “Does this mean you can reduce my rent?”

Tim rolls his eyes, tucking you against his side where you’re safe from everything and everyone. 

Welcome in Barber's Production! Beforehand the stories are connected but only by characters meaning that you can read them as standalone.

Every star has their own masterlist which will be added after their first fic is posted! (the first fic will be Lloyd and dropped 28th August 2022).

dividers by @firefly-graphics / other actors will be mentioned and in the future added! all readers are female!!!

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑

CEO; founded the production, his friends were his firsr stars

Kinks: daddy, praise, breeding, cream pie, house wife, degrading, spanking, general authority kink — DOM

Acting: since founding

pairing: pornstar!ceo!andy barber × darling!publisher!reader

𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍

Kinks: choking/gagging, degrading, bdsm, spanking, knife/gun, anal, pain, bondage — DOM (can be switch)

Acting: since the beginning

pairing: pornstar!lloyd hansen × sunshine!pornstar!reader

𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

Kinks: size, manhandling, innocence, dumbification, anal, spitting, possesive, brat taming, daddy, corruption — DOM

Acting: since the beginning

Pairing: pornstar!ari levinson × jellybean!pornstar!reader

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄

Kinks: mommy, overstimulation, squirting, nipple play, creampie, thigh riding — SWITCH (mostly dom)

Acting: two years after founding

𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐌𝐏

Kinks: biting, chasing, face riding, face fucking, slapping/spanking, pain kink humiliation, pussy worship, bondage — DOM

Acting: one year after founding

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐄𝐑

Kinks: bondage, orgasm denial/edging, spanking, dumbification, pain kink, degrading, slapping — DOM

Acting: three years after founding

𝐁𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒

Kinks: pussy eating, pussy/body worship, degrading, praise, daddy, breeding, spanking, overstimulation, cream pie, choking, possesive, dry humping everything, fingering, mommy — DOM

Acting: one year after founding

𝑷𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝑩𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — you catch Laurie cheating on her husband, but what she didn't realise is that payback is indeed a bitch.

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — cheating (on both sides), SMUT, minors dni, sir kink, praise kink if you squint?, oral (m receiving), throat fucking, choking, cream pie, idk is riding Andy’s dick a warning? Laurie, yeah she is a freaking warning.

𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆 — reblog and comment! follow @sstanhoe-updates to get notifications everytime I post!!!! so turns out I'm very short on WiFi and when I plan to post i don't know if I'll even have WiFi 👍 also I couldn’t exactly neglect Andy like that? Though I'm already on a few new Lloyd fics

“Good morning y/n!” Laurie’s cheery voice greeted you at the entrance of the office. She had a smile that she hadn’t had for a while, “good morning boss, you seem so happy. Did Andy do something? Did you two spoke it out and had sex?” You asked matching her smile.

Laurie giggled at your questions, “first of all the fact that you call me boss and ask if I had sex in the same sentence doesn’t match. Second, yeah you could say it like that.”

She gave you one last cheeky smile before vanishing in her office.

You had been Laurie’s assistant for over eight years now, you had seen Jacob grow up, helped her through the murder trial and supported her. You had also known Andy for seven years and he was the perfect husband at the beginning until two years ago.

Jacob was framed for murder and the marriage of Laurie and Andy lost the spark, passion…everything it hand. Now they fought and only existed next to each other.

Laurie told you everything from her perspective, but you were dying to know Andy’s. She may be your boss but knew how she could be and probably didn’t make it easy for him.

Lost in your thoughts you hadn’t realized that the mail man stood in front of your desk.

“Excuse me? I’ve got flowers for Laurie Barber?” Confused you looked up at him, “what?” “Flowers…for Laurie Barber?” Ohh, they must be from Andy.

“Oh, yeah. Just give ‘hem to me, do you mind me asking from who they are?” You asked taking the flowers from the man. “Sorry, no, but even if I did, I couldn’t there is no sender on them.”

Andy wouldn’t hide it if they were from him, but maybe it was a gift for something Laurie did for someone.

“Okay thanks anyway, bye!” The man gave you a smile and walked away.

However, you were a noisy person and looked for a card. The flowers were jasmine which looked beautiful…Laurie’s favourite. Only a few people knew her favourite, and Andy was surly one of them.

‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman – T’ What the fuck you thought as you found a card, those were definitely not from Andy.

Taking a deep breath you walked over to Laurie’s door, knocking twice before she said, ‘come in’. With a forced smile you opened the door, “a flower bouget just came for you.” Laurie instantly jumped up and walked out to the flowers.

“Soo are they from Andy?” you asked crossing your arms over your chest as you leaned against the door frame. Laurie took the card, reading it and pressing it to her chest with a smile which she hid from you giving she had her back turned to you.

“Yeah, Andy found his romantic side again…oh and I forgot to tell you I have a lunch meeting with Thomas which I would like to have in my office without any distractions.”

You nodded, being suspicious or maybe you were just making this all up. Even if her marriage wasn’t good, she wouldn’t cheat right?

“Sure, thing boss,” you agreed. Laurie gave a smile and went back to her office with the bouget of flowers. You released the breath you didn’t realize you were holding.

As lunch rolled around a man with dark blonde hair and acid green eyes walked up to your desk. “I have a meeting with Mrs. Barber,” he said while playing with his keys. “Okay, I need a name.”

“Thomas Jones.” You nodded and told him to go right in as you scribbled the name down on a piece of paper with one hand.

The man walked in, and it gave you a little time to lock over him. He wasn’t as tall as Andy and didn’t look as muscular, while Andy was big and intimidating Thomas was slim and spoiled.

Right then the phone rang, looking at the caller ID you sae Andy’s name pop up.

“Hi Andy,” you greeted him with a hint of surprise in your voice. “Hello darling, I was wondering if you could go into Laurie’s office. She accidentally took one of my files with her this morning.” You could melt everytime he called you ‘darling’. Andy made it a habit everytime Laurie wasn’t around.

“Sure, but she has meeting and told me no distraction, would you come to get the file then?” If Andy was going to come here, you had to prepare Laurie.

“Oh, no don’t worry. I just need information from it, which would have led to my next question, if you could send me a picture or tell what I need?” Of course, you would do everything to help him.

God what was wrong with you? He is your bosses husband after all.

“I would love to Andy, but right now isn’t a good time.” “Darling please, I really need it. My case depends on you, and you want to be good girl, right?” Fucking hell yes, yes you want to be a good girl.

“Yes sir, I mean Andy. Sorry, yeah, I will get the file.” You shakily breathed out. “Thank you darling, I’ll wait here.” Nodding you stood up and walked over to Laurie’s office.

Taking a deep breath you opened the door, “Laurie, Andy called and-,” you cut yourself of as you saw the scene in front of you. Laurie bend over her desk and Thomas balls deep inside her. “Oh my god, oh my god…” you repeated and quickly shut the door.

So, your suspicions were right, poor Andy. To be honest you would have expected between the two of them that Laurie would be one to cheat. Andy was always loyal.

Wait…Andy was still on the phone. “Andy-, I uhm…,” you didn’t know what to say, should you tell him? No, not right now.

“There, there was no uh file…sorry- I, yeah,” you stuttered with a drained tone. “That’s fine darling. Speak to you soon, bye,” “bye,” your voice broke as the word left your mouth.

He hang up and Laurie stormed out of her office, her hair looked like a mess…after her came Thomas with the same look. “Y/n, please don’t tell Andy!” She almost begged, almost. “This was a one-time thing, and I don’t even like him-“ “What? We have been fucking for a month now!” Thomas cut through her sentence.

She shot him a look before turning her head back to you with pleading eyes.

You were overwhelmed with the situation, “sure, yeah. I won’t, don’t worry….” She smiled gratefully at you before sending Thomas on his way and quickly rushing into her office.

As you watched how the situation unfolded you realized that you could not keep this a secret from Andy. However, you weren’t sure if he would believe, so just in case you needed prove.

For the rest of the day, you thought how you could prove that Laurie was cheating.

Then as you got yourself a water you overheard two of your co-workers complaining about cameras. It was like a light bulb switching on.

You quickly run back to your desk. A few years back there was a break in which lead to Laurie putting cameras in her office. You were the only one besides Laurie who had access to them, and she always forgot she had one given they were hidden.

Pulling up the file of the camera you really found the footage. Laurie Barber being fucked by Thomas Jones, you scrunched your nose up in disgust.

You copied the video on your phone and packed your thing. Your boss was already gone, she had a class reunion meaning that Andy was hopefully home alone, well besides Jacob.

Driving to the Barbers residence felt longer than it actually was. It felt like you had a big, heavy box on your shoulders, and you were dying to get it off. Parking in front of the house you took a deep breath before getting out of the car.

As you were about to knock the door opened revealing Jacob who gave you a confused look.

“Y/n? Mom’s not here.” “Yeah, I know I’m her assistant,” you chuckled nervously, “I’m hear to talk to your father.”

Jacob’s eyes turned into concern, “did something happen.” Your eyes widened by his question, “no, no don’t worry. You just go on your way.” He nodded giving you a smile. You gave him a pat on the shoulder and entered the house.

Just then Andy jogged down the stairs, “thought I’d hear you,” he gave you one of those beautiful smiles as he walked towards you pulling you into a hug.

“Andy I…this is not easy for me…remember lunch? There is something I have to show you.”

“Did you find the file?” You shook your head in response to his question, “maybe you wanna sit down for that?” “What are you talking about darlin’,” damn his and that pet name.

Slowly he moved to the couch, sitting down he patted the seat next to him. “Before I show you something, you need the prehistory. Today Laurie came in all happy and dazed, I thought it was because you two made up. Then around ten she got a bouget of flowers; jasmine’s which had a card in it that said, ‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman – T’. I was suspicious but didn’t say anything.”

Andy leaned back, he didn’t want to say that he had an idea where this was going but he was suspicious himself. Laurie had been different the past few months, happier.

“Then before lunch she told me she had a meeting with Thomas Jones at lunch and wanted no distractions. Lunch came and so did the man, he was shorter than you, dark blond hair, acid green ice. They went in her office and then you called, said I should go in and I didn’t want to leave you hanging but what I saw was…,” “Laurie fucking Thomas?”

You nodded as he finished the sentence for you, “I even have prove!” You said quickly.

“I don’t need prove darling, I saw it coming but that gives me even more reasons to divorce her.” Andy stated laying his head in his hands.

Nervously you reached for his hand, interlocking it with yours. “I’m sorry this happened, but if you need anything, really anything don’t hesitate to call me.”

Lifting his head Andy pressed a kiss to your knuckled. Butterflies erupted in your stomache, and you prayed to god that this wasn’t just about Laurie. If you were honest, you had always felt a certain attraction towards Andy and now that Laurie was out of the way…

“I think in the last two years I spoke more with you than with my own wife.” He whispered against you joined hands.

His words were true though. While you did help Laurie, you also helped Andy, meeting him for lunch, breakfast or even a walk in the park. You listened to him about he felt, what was going on and how he tried to make everything better.

“I fell out of love with Laurie a long time ago but didn’t want to accept it, then the murder trial came and you. I know you were there before but, in this time, I really got to know you.”

If Andy continued to talk like this then you would be gone, he words made you melt.

“Well Andy, I like you too…,” you trailed of unsure if you read his words right. He smiled in response and laid his unoccupied hand gently against your cheek, “can I kiss you?”

Speechless you nodded. Andy leaned in pressing his lips careful on yours, it was a shy kiss at first. Then you gently bit on his bottom lip, he opened his lips letting your tongue slide in. Your tongues fought over dominance.

Andy deepened the kiss and moved your leg over him sitting you down on his lap. His hands rested on your hips while your held onto his neck.

Slowly Andy circled your hips over his growing cock provoking a whimper from you. He hooked his fingers in your trousers about to pull them down when you stopped him. “Don’t, don’t you think it’s going to fast?” you asked breathless.

“Darling, I wanted you for the past year and could never act on it, I need you. However, if you really want to- ,” “No, no forget I ever said anything just continue.”

“Wait, do you wanna do it on the couch?” this time it was Andy who interrupted. “Well, I don’t really want to have sex with you in the bed you share with Laurie,” you told him and could feel your cheeks heating up.

“Believe she won’t sleep in there another night…maybe-,” “fuck it, she deserves it.” You cut him off and lifted yourself from him.

He led you to the bedroom and promptly threw you on the bed. In one go he took your sweats with you and god were you thankful for not wearing tight pants. They landed somewhere in the room along with Andy’s shirt.

Andy hovered over you giving you the perfect chance to adore his god like sculpted chest, they veins popping out from his arms made you weak.

“Wait, can I…can I suck your cock?” you looked at him through your lashes, Andy grew harder under you by your question. “Yeah, fuck yeah.”

You slid down the bed and kneeled down in front of Andy. Slowly you opened his trousers and pulled them down with his boxer. He stood now opposite from you completely naked while you still wore your shirt, bra, and panties.

His erection sprang out almost hitting his stomache, he was thick and bigger than your past boyfriends.

You licked a long strip up his shaft causing him to wince, taking the courage you took the head of his cock in your mouth, tongue swirling around his red tip that leaked precum.

Andy whispered, “fuck,” clawing his hand in your hair, gaining control over you he pushed you deeper down his length. You gagged as his tip hit the back of your throat. A loud groan came past Andy’s lips.

“I’m sorry…I…fuck it’s been so long,” he apologized releasing you. “It’s okay, fuck my throat, sir please…” Andy thought he misheard but one look in your pleading eyes gave him all the answer he needed.

His hand went back to your hair and pushed you down his cock. Your tongue licked his veins while your free hand played with his balls. Andy moaned loudly as you squeezed him.

You tried to take him in completely but were unable, what you couldn’t reach you rubbed with your other hand.

The moans of Andy turned you on and made your vagina pulls, your panties damp from your wetness.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned and pulled you away, “I won’t come down your throat, that’s for next time…I need your pussy.”

Raising you to your feet he pulled your shirt over your head and unclasped your bra in one motion. He backed you on the bed and removed your panties. Holding them up to his nose he smelled them, “did sucking my cock made you this wet pretty girl?”

You gave him a strained nod. Andy hovered over you once again about to line himself up with your leaking cunt, “wait, I gave you no foreplay…should I-,” “that’s for next time,” you repeated his words.

His hardened cock barely slipping through your soddened folds, holding his cock there as he gives a few tentative thrusts, lubing himself up with your slick.

Gently Andy pushed his thrombin cock inside your pussy. A cry left you as he stretched you out, “god you're tight, I'm gonna have so much fun ruining you.”

The moans of Andy turned you on and made your vagina pulls, your panties damp from your wetness.

He started with slow thrusts that not only turtoured you but him too. “Andy, let me ride you...please?,” he would do everything you asked.

Rolling over Andy planted you on his thigh, he let go of you giving you free reign.

You lifted your hips over his hard cock, the new angle has your lips parting a soft whimper leaving. Slowly youbpushed down on his length, you feared he was too big for you. His cock pressed against your sweet spot, in response you squeezed him pulling a groan from Andy.

His hand shot up curling around your throat and you whined at the feeling. You spread your legs further sinking down on him completely.

You paused needing time to adjust to his length, “oh would you look at that, you can't even fit all of me inside that tight lil cunt?,” what? no you thought you had taken in fully. One look down showed you truth.

The brunette bucked his hips up with a desperate groan, “darling you have to move...,” he snapped you out.

Taking a deep breath you began moving your hips at a slow pace, “okay that’s it.” Andy snapped his hips up, your eyes rolled back into your head at the feeling of ecstasy caused by Andy's harsh thrusts.

His pace became brutal, making you feel how badly he wanted – needed you.

“I'm gonna have you wrapped around my cock for days, why didn't I do this before huh?”

Andy’s thumb rubbed over your clit drawing a desperate cry from you while his over hand held your hip. “are you close darling? You won’t cum until you ask for permission like a good girl,”

He pressed down harder on your bundle of nerves driving you crazy. Needing to gain more control Andy turned you over on your back. The new angle drove a phonographic moan from your lips. Andy pushed himself deeper inside you pausing for a moment and coming face to face with you.

You look up at him with pleading eyes, begging him to give you your release. “Ask. For. Permission,” he draw himself out and thrusted hard back after and before every word.

“Please can I cum, please, sir, I've been a good girl, your best girl...please,” you whined.

Downstairs the door opened and a tired looking Laurie walked in. It was after ten and the reunion went longer than expected. Now she only wanted to throw herself into her comfy bed. The only downside was that Andy would be sleeping next to her, but given the perks that came with marriage she had no need to divorce him.

She walked up the steps but aproptly stopped as she heard loud moans and voices coming from the bedroom. Listening closely she could make out Andy’s voice but was unsure on who the woman was.

“Beg like the little slut you are...cum, cum for sir,” the knot in your stomache exploded and it felt like fireworks erupting from your belly.

With you squeezing his cock Andy didn't last long and spurted his white seed inside you. He rocked his hips against yours, fucking you through both of your orgasm. Then he pulled out watching his seed drip from you hungry cunt.

Whispering, “you look so pretty filled with my cream,” Andy pushed his sperm back inside you.

He was leaning up to give you a kiss, telling you how much of a good job you did when the door opened with a lou boom revealing a red headed Laurie.

Laurie’s eyes widened as she saw who was laying beneath Andy. “You fucking bitch!” She screamed, she went to latch at you, but Andy held her back.

“Don’t you dare touch her! The only bitch here is you, cheating on me for months and acting like you want to work on our marriage.” He was filled with rage and was relieved to finally let everything out.

Laurie’s expression was priceless. In all the trouble she had pushed the thought aside that she was cheating too. “Oh yeah? How do I know you're not cheating just as long with my assistant?” she question thinking she could get the upper hand.

Wrapping the bed sheet around your naked body you stood up to face Laurie herself. “I'm sorry Laurie, but you couldn’t keep it a secret and I know I shouldn't have slept with him but–,” “'but'? There is no but! What happened to your loyalty?” You knew you shouldn't have done it, but Laurie deserved it. She had alwaus been treating Andy bad and this was just the cherry on top.

“My loyalty is with Andy, thats why I told him,” you stated unsure what her next was going to be.

Andy’s eyes drifted to you and instantly softened at your words.

Within a second you felt a hot, burning sensation on your cheek. Your eyes widened as you realized that Laurie had slapped you across the face. Holding your cheek shock you glanced at Andy who had the same expression.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Laurie snapped and was ready to throw another punch. Quickly Andy stepped in catching her wrist.

“This is how it's gonna go; you go downstairs and leave us alone, I will give you the divorce papers tomorrow and then you're going to move the fuck out and if you even think of doing anything other than that, I will sue you for every last thing you have.”

Laurie couldn't believe that someone who used to love her would say such words to her, “You're fired.” Those were her last words to you before she left.

Sinking down on the bed tears began falling down your reddened cheek. Andy wasted no time kneeling down in front of you wiping your tears gently away. “What did I do? Andy I betrayed my friend, destroyed a family and now I don't even have a job anymore,” he wrapped his arm around you, holding you against his chest.

“It's okay, I know it's not ideal but you didn’t destroy anything. This family has been broken for years now and the only thing you did was save us. You saved me, now I can be with the woman I wanted to be with for the past two years. Jacob will be much happier knowing his parents aren't fighting anymore. And you know I've got this free job as my assistant if you want it?”

You needed a minute to process Andy’s words. He still wanted you after everything and offered you a job. “I don’t know what to say Andy...”

“Do you not want to be with me?” he asked concerned. Looking up at him you frequently shook your head, “no, I mean yes, I want to be with you. I've wanted this since the day I met you, but I meant the job. I don't want to be a burden...”

“I've wanted to fire Thomas for a long time anyway,” Andy shrugged. At the mention of the name your ears perked up, with confused eyes you watched as Andy began to smirk. “Laurie fucked my assistant, he always undressed her with his eyes and acts like a spoiled brat.”

“You fucked me because Laurie fucked your assistant?” you shrieked backing away from his embrace.

Andy tilted his as if he was thinking about the right answer. That earned him a slap in his chest, “asshole, you think you're funny.” He smiled and captured your lips in a sweet kiss.

“I'm gonna put on some clothes and see Laurie out, then us two will have a relaxing bath, yeah?” He held up his pinkie, “yeah,” you agreed linking your pinkie with his while smiling like a dork.

As Andy walked over to his drawer you took the opportunity and admired his ass, you really wanted to squeeze those cheeks.