Oh The Perfect Man my ass. I knew there was something I didn’t quite like about where this was going and as it turned out I loved it as a result. That said though I am left to question the guy who attacked her. Knowing now what Andy is capable of, would he take that extra step? Would he really manipulate a date just so he could play the part of a knight in shining armor? If not, he’s still pretty despicable and if he did, he’s worse than we thought. Still hot as hell either way though. Fabulous piece Suz.
Honestly my first thought was to make it so that Andy manipulated the date but I didn’t have enough words so it’s all open for your interpretation maybe he did, and maybe he just knew where she was because he was stalking her, who knows thank you for reading, Christy! I’m so glad you liked it
I love that this is dark, but like, smooth dark. It kinda sneaks up on you and you only really start to see it when it’s too late - on the absolute edge of my seat and the fact ‘The Perfect Man’ got a follow up? Excitement!
Thank you so much for reading this through, Limi! I adore youuuuu
You had been living and working with Andy for just over a month now. It was going… well. There were some days that you thought he was the best guy in the whole world for offering what he did for you, he paid you more than the job was worth, he never everlet you chip in for gas, he didn’t mind if you slept in the spare room, or in his bed, and he fucked like he was built for it, and your pleasure was the only thing he cared about. In fact, the only real stipulation he had was that you went out to get lunch for the office (so it didn’t look like he was playing favourites too much, he said), and that you cooked dinner in as skimpy clothing as possible.
Apparently he hadn’t been joking about that, but seeing as he often let his hands idly travel under your clothing and make cooking that much more enjoyable, you couldn’t say you minded too much.
There were also the days that, to be quite honest, you thought he was getting way too clingy, which was weird for a guy who ran his own law office, had been divorced, and was frankly way too attractive to be feeling this insecure all the time. On these days, you spent just a little longer at the deli picking up everyone’s order, just so you could talk with the owner there; a guy called Sam.
Sam was nice, friendly, and he had a smile that could light up the room, helped in part by a gap toothed smile that could woo any woman he fancied. Unfortunately he had already wooed his husband - a guy named Bucky, but you hadn’t met him - but still, he was nice to look at, and was always chatty when you came in, today being no exception.
“Hey there she is! I was wondering if you were coming in today!”
“Yeah, of course! As if I could stay away from that BLT of yours!”
Sam snorted, shaking his head, “I knew it, always in here for my food, and not my company.” He set to work grabbing the usual ingredients for your usual orders, “So, you thought any more about my offer, Y/N?”
“I don’t know, Sam…” After having a random rant about living and working with your boyfriend, Sam had offered you a job in his shop, you would be serving, obviously, but he was thinking of opening another cafe, and he wanted to train someone up to help him run both places. His husband ran a bookstore, so whilst they had plans for eventual world domination with a cafe and bookstore hybrid, they were trying to build up both businesses individually first.
It sounded tempting, but you weren’t sure you wanted to give up on all you had done so far as a legal secretary. It was a really interesting field and there was a lot of progression in it… unfortunately you were more or less blacklisted from anywhere else due to your old boss firing you, so Andy’s firm was your only option if you wanted to stay on this career path for now.
Changing careers would be hard, but it might be fun.
“Can I let you know on Monday, Sam? I don’t want to rush into this, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s smart. Okay then, babygirl, I’ll talk to you more on Monday, and here’s your stuff.” He threw a red velvet cupcake into the bag and winked, “Yeah, that’s a bribe, Y/N, I really want you under me, have a good weekend!”
You laugh at that, leaving the cafe and ducking your head against the wind and rain that had randomly picked up in the ten minutes you were in there. You fumbled in your bag to grab your umbrella, and almost ran back to the office, bumping into Andy as he was also coming back in. You quickly pull him away from the door and kiss him,
“I thought you were on a phone call when I left?”
“Yeah, it finished quicker than I thought, so I went to get you these.” Andy held up the flowers he had been hiding behind his back, “Happy Friday, sweetheart.” He kissed you a little deeper, pulling back and turning so he could shelter you from the wind, “How about that for managerial skills? You wouldn’t get that anywhere else.” He kisses you again before you can respond, and you frown lightly against his lips, but you soon forget what he just said. Andy just kisses that well, it’s a technique he uses often.
“I have to work late tonight, Y/N, so I’ll call you an Uber home, okay?” Andy murmurs after you pull apart, and turns towards the office, “I want to get this paperwork finished so we can have a good weekend.”
“Oh. Okay. What time will you be back?”
“Not sure. Don’t wait up.” He smiles that smile that you both love and hate. The one that makes him look like a sinner and a saint, the grey clouds only adding to his dark allure.
You think you’re asleep, but it’s that weird point between dreaming and waking where fantasy bleeds into reality, where your limbs don’t belong to you, and you’re kind of not mad about it. You think it’s still storming outside, the creaking of the trees in the wind, the patter of the rain against the windows, the screams of the wind through the rumbling of the thunder, somehow it all blends with the soft dreams you were having… Andy was home with you… your dream… or maybe he was back… you turn onto your front, hugging the pillow that smelled like Andy…
“Good girl, I have you, don’t be scared…”
Of course you weren’t scared, Andy was holding you in your dream… or for real… no, he was still at the office, he told you he would have to spend the night there…
“Everything will be fine now. You don’t ever need to worry, sweetheart… shhh…”
This dream is nice. Andy is somehow even better in a dream than he is in real life. His touch is more tender, he takes impossibly longer, it’s almost like he wants you to be still…
“Shhh… open up for me, Y/N… let me take a look at you…”
You swear you can almost feel him, those callused fingers against your nipples, cool fingertips stroking over your soft flesh… you feel cold suddenly, there’s hot air at your cunt…
And then it disappears again, so you roll onto your back… the part of you that isn’t dreaming, the part that’s listening to the wind and the rain and the breathing in the room wishes that you hadn’t taken that sleeping pill, or had that extra glass of wine… your limbs were so heavy, and the dream was so intense… or was it a dream… you’re getting warm again, the good kind of warm, the kind that Andy likes to make you when he takes his time on you…
That warmth is building, it’s loud, louder than the storm outside, you can feel it building inside, you can feel itinside, moving, wanting, needing…
“So perfect for me, my sweetheart… you stay asleep… everything will be perfect when you wake up…”
The dream that’s not a dream, finishes, and you think the storm starts to quiet. When you wake up, you think you must have tossed and turned a lot as your t-shirt has ridden up, and your panties are all ruched up and part way down your hips. You feel oddly tender when you walk to the shower, and smile when you see Andy downstairs waiting for you, sitting on the couch with a coffee.
“I got here about twenty minutes ago, but you were so peaceful looking, I left you to rest. So,” he gently tugs you to stand in between his legs, putting his hands up the back of your thighs, “what do you want to do today?”
Monday comes, and you decide for sure that - even though you appreciated the offer - you were going to turn Sam down. You might not loveworking with Andy, but you really like being with him. You’d talked to him at length over the weekend, about how you wanted to do more, not just be a secretary forever, and there was a possibility of you going back to school to start an official law qualification. You could work with Andy part time for the experience, and go to school for the rest of the week. It would work out great for you, even though you didn’t tell Andy, it would give you both some much needed space. You really thought you might be falling for him, you didn’t want to end it too soon.
Andy was happy as he drove you both to work, you might’ve even said smug, but seeing as you had surprised him at the front door by going to your knees for him, pushing him back up against the blue painted wood before he could fully open it, you figured he deserved to look a little smug.
He’s just treated you so well over the weeked, listening to you, helping you understand what could work for you going forwards, you wanted to try to make him feel as special as he made you feel.
Lunch time rolled around, and you did what you always did, grabbed everyone’s orders, and headed to Sam’s cafe… and stopped dead as you realised that the place was dark and the door was locked. You peered inside, frowning when you noticed it looked like it was empty. You spot the A5 notice taped to the door, your frown deepening as you read;
We are now closed, and this establishment will be moving to a new location in the coming weeks, please keep an eye out on our socials for more information!
A weird shiver of unease went up your spine, but you shook it off, trying to smile at the thought of Sam and his husband hopefully being able to start their joint business. You sent a text to Sam, scolding him for not telling you he was leaving town, but wishing him the best of luck, and then called Andy,
“The cafe is closed, apparently the owner just upped and left. I’m surprised to be honest, I thought-” you cut yourself off, it didn’t matter about the job offer anyway, you were going to turn it down, “anyway, where do you guys want lunch from instead, babe?”
“I think there’s another deli a couple of blocks up, it’s pretty new, give that place a try?” Andy’s voice is low, “Be back soon.”
There’s a smile in his voice, you can hear it, you just don’t know why.
Suz babe I know you said no more series but any chance dark and delicious Andy has got his hooks into you. You’re really nailing the stalker and manipulation vibes here and I am just loving it. I got the impression from reading that Andy was once again up to no good but I didn’t think it would be this. Guess he really does plan on removing any and all temptation from her path. Absolutely fabulous.
Thank you, Christy Andy is definitely worming his way into my head I don’t know if I’ll be able to do more but never say never
A shiver of unease?!?! Girlllllllll that’s your intuition telling you that boyfriend of yours is CRAZYYYYYYY! This was amazing! I got the chills just reading this!
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Summary: An omega in heat is never fit to make a fair judgement, especially not when her delicious meat of an Alpha is concerned.
Words: 1.9k
Warning: Oral Sex, Language, very bad law representation, 18+ Only
A/N: This is for the lovely @saiyanprincessswanie 500 followers challenge (queen crossed 1k before the challenge is even over and god she is so badass and deserving! Love ya Missy). Prompt has been highlighted. I spent more time on making the divider than writing this
The pregnant silence in the courtroom had you squeezing your eyes shut. You’d sustained this objection without even listening to it, even before he was finished speaking. The defense was staring at you open mouthed, the blatant favoritism obvious to everyone.
Your eyes found Andy’s who was almost as dumbfounded as you, though also a little amused. You knew presiding over his cases so close to your heat would be a bad idea, but you didn’t know it would be bad enough that you’ll be agreeing with everything he said. You were a judge, one of the most prominent ones known for being impartial, and yet here you were, bending over backwards because the prosecutor on the case pounded your shape into his mattress every night.
summary: a lil rundown of what you and steve do before going to bed!
a/n: i jus want chris to snuggle me while falling asleep ;—;
normally before you and chris goto bed you’re laying on the couch or sitting in his lap, catching up on whatever show you’re currently binging
chris is usually the one still watching while you’re all snuggled up wrapped in a blanket half asleep or on your phone scrolling through instagram or sumin
once the episode ends, he’ll gently pat you, letting you know he’s ready to head to bed
“c’mon dodger let’s get to bed buddy”
the pup would be laying with you, instantly hopping off and searching for what lion he wants to bring
you and chris always place your bets, him winning most of the time
which ends up in you pouting “not fair” crossing your arms
but you get over it quickly when he peppers your face in kisses and mumbles “next time you’ll get it i know you will”
while you head to the bedroom with dodger chris always walks through the house locking all the doors, checking everything is secure bc he must protecc
meanwhile, you’re throwing your clothes on the floor, searching for a shirt (most likely his) to wear to bed before going to the bathroom
chris joins you, grabbing his toothbrush while he watches you do your skincare routine
this is when you try to continue to encourage him to try a bit of it
“baby c’mon this will hydrates your skin, plus it’s anti-aging”
“are you saying i’m looking old?”
“shut up, you know you don’t look old. not even close”
“mhmm”
when you’re not looking, chris tries the product because he secretly is insecure about the fact that he’s at the end of his 30s but doesn’t want you to know
you finally brush your teeth, chris hugging you from behind, peppering kisses on your shoulder while rubbing your sides
he’ll look at you in the mirror, giving a goofy smile. “‘m love you. i’ll meet you in bed, honey”
chris basically peels off all his clothing before hopping into bed, getting in a couple pages of his current read with dodger laying on him
when you come out, you see your favorite view
your amazing sweet loving boyfriend sprawled on the bed with a book in hand with his fur baby on his chest in the glowing light of the lamp next to him
it makes your heart swell and stomach flutter at how you got so lucky to have chris in your life
before seeming like a creep, you join the two in bed, plugging your phone in and crawling under the blankets
“cuddle me please, bub” you mutter to him, turning to lay on your side
“let me finish this, give me a second, sweetheart.” his voice would be all raspy and deep from not speaking for a bit, giving you a warm smile before finishing the page he was on
once he was done, he’d set the book down and turn off the light before opening his side for you
immediately you curl up next to him, laying your head right on his chest, face to face with a sleepy dodger as chris rubs your back
he presses chaste kisses to your hairline, shutting his own eyes
“is your book good?” you ask tiredly, shutting your eyes as your soothed by the sound of his heartbeat and his calloused fingers running along your spine
“i’d say so. just started it but i think’ll be good”
you’d hum, sighing softly. “thats good to hear”
the two of you chat about random things as you get sleepier with each minute that goes by. eventually chris knows when you’re about to fall asleep
when he does, he whispers against your forehead a “g’night, ‘m love you”
“love you” you mumble into his skin before eventually drifting off to sleep, breathing in the sweet scent of his now very faded cologne of whatever contents were still clinging to his skin
at one point he’ll roll you onto your side, tucking the blanket right under your chin how you like it before moving dodger lower on the bed to crawl under the blankets himself
before he shuts his eyes, he looks at your sleeping figure smiling to himself gently before finally going to sleep himself
he cant wait to see his girl and little buddy the next time he opens his eyes first thing in the morning <3333
summary: you & chris having karaoke night singing some ariana grande!
pairing: chris evans x fem!reader
warnings: some cursing
a/n:i was listening to ariana grande earlier and pictured this so vividly so i needed to write sumin karaoke night with chris bc ik baby boy would be living his best life drinking and singin’ all night
at least once a month or when chris was home, you and chris would have a karaoke night whether it was with his family or just the two of you
you’d be drinking beers, order take out and use the special plastic toy mic you bought for singing, overall a chill ass night
chris would love to do all the classic 80s and disney songs of course, belting out on songs like let it go from frozen to don’t stop believing by journey
your personal favorite would be duets with chris because the two of you always ended up a giggly blushy mess
3 beers in tonight, you were feeling a duet now with your big goofy boyfriend
“aw shit it better not be another ariana grande song” “babe, you know its gonna be another ari song! it’s tradition!”
your favorite was doing ariana grande so of course you searched up a classic duo song from ari: problem
the second chris saw it he’s groaning because you both know he’s not the best at rapping but nonetheless he gets up from the couch ready to duet it with you
grabbing your microphone, you sang along to ari’s lyrics, looking right at chris, grabbing out his hand while he did the little background vocals for you rolling his eyes as you wiggled to the song
when the chorus hit, you spun around giggling as he whispered ‘i got one less problem with ya’ before he grabbed your hand, pulling you into his embrace starting to dance with you
the two of you held back your laughs, smiling big until the both of knew what was coming next
chris turned to the tv to see the lyrics as he tried to spit iggy arzaylea’s rap
“it’s iggy iggs! uh- what you got? smart money betting, i’ll be better without you uh- fuck, umm, you say you really know but i really really doubt you understand my life is easy when i aint around you!”
full on sassy chris would be in your presence, waving his finger at you, rapping to his best of his abilities while you cheered him on
also his bostonian accent would probably come out as he rushes his words out, making it a little hot to watch ;)
“theres a million yous baby boo so don’t be dumb, i got 99 problems but you won’t be one like WHAAAT?”
he’d probably do an air micdrop looking at you giving a cheesy swagger look while you belted out the last part of the song
once it was finally done you’d clap smiling, getting up on your tippy toes to peck his lips “i think secretly deep down you love when i choose ariana for karaoke”
“she’s alright,” he’d smirk, smiling down at you as he gave a squeeze to your hips before giving you a peck back “i only do them because you look really fuckin’ cute getting all into it”
the rest of the night the two of you would be plopped on the couch probably doing disney songs
chris’ favorite song to do with you would be i see the light because every time he sang it with you, you’d get all shy and blushy and he loved seeing the affect he had on his girl
also you always end up in tears at the end and he adores giving you kisses and hugs to cheer you up
but when it was time to pump shit up again you guys would do some elton john or bon jovi and someones dodger would join in trying to make some harmonies with his little howls
by the time it’s one am though, the two of you would be karaoked out for the night and end with you getting a piggy back ride on chris to the bedroom to get ready for bed <3
Summary: Two strangers meet in a crowded room. You can’t fight fate, but what if fate is fighting you?
There is something about Boston in springtime that always brings out the romantic in you. Maybe it was the beautiful greenery of the parks, trees blossoming; or the scent of freshly bloomed flowers that seemed to linger on the wind. This year, you suspected the heavy influence of the wedding industry, though always out in full force, garnering a premium with the nonstop swath of ceremonies between April to June.
You and your fellow bridesmaids learned this all too well whilst assisting your friend Jo as she planned her wedding. Unlike some brides, who would get cold feet or transform into a raging, demanding bridezilla, Jo remained level-headed, happy and eager to be married and begin her life with her future husband. As usual, she focused on the positive. “It’s not about the wedding. That’s just one day, and a big party where we get to celebrate. What I’m looking forward to is the marriage.”
Tonight, she glows radiantly with happiness as she struts her stuff on the dance floor. And why not? In two short weeks, she’d be marrying the love of her life.
Your fellow bridesmaids gathered around her, laughing, giggling, and drinking margaritas. Lacy had Becca and Mal in stitches, sharing a hilarious account of her new job in Quincy. Jules, shamelessly flirting with the bartender, seemed to have the man entranced, batting her eyes like a southern belle while tracing a fingertip around the lip of her mostly empty glass.
The pounding music echoed through your chest as you floated beside Jo, steering unwanted male attention away from the bride to be. A gigantic “Bride” tiara would be sufficient, but even with her added white ‘bride’ sash, men will be men, won’t they?
The limousine and its driver were outside on standby, ready to ferry your group to the next location. As the unofficial ‘Mom friend’, you’d committed to helping your friends with small favors for the evening. Jo requested your help steering away any ‘creepers’, something you took immense pleasure in. Especially when engaging in the art of confusion. Becca, Jo’s maid of honor, asked you to help her herd cats and keep your crew to a schedule. Lacy was moving closer to an amazing new job and planned to crash at your place tonight.
The alarm on your smartwatch vibrated, reminding you it was time to move on. You nodded to Becca, who was checking her phone and smiling–as usual, the two of you were in sync. Eager to proceed to your last stop—a concert at a jazz bar; you and Becca ushered your friends back to the entrance, giggling the entire way.
A gentle hand on your arm stopped you, spinning you around. Your heart skipped a beat. The man in front of you was everything you looked for in a guy. Tall, broad shouldered and well groomed, he filled out the cut of his dress shirt well. His with twinkling blue eyes mesmerized you. He leaned in, rapidly whispering into your ear. “I’m sorry to spring this on you, but my ex is heading this way and… can I kiss you?”
Your body was writing checks that your mind wasn’t yet ready to cash. Before you had a moment to think, you were nodding and his lips collided with yours. The handsome stranger kissed you the way you wanted to be kissed for the rest of your life. His full lips were soft, tasting of whiskey and promises as he cradled you to his chest. Your hands carded through his thick hair, tugging gently as he pressed you against a nearby pillar.
“Tick Tock, Momma,” Becca hollered at you. “We’ve gotta go!”
Shit. This wasn’t you. You weren’t normally one to make out with random men in bars. You’d send them away, deflecting with your rapier wit, but something about this hunk bypassed… or perhaps disabled your defenses.
Breaking the kiss, you blinked owlishly into his lust blown eyes and you shook your head as Lacy took your hand, pulling you to the entrance. “I’m sorry. My ride’s leaving!”
His full brows furrowed, and his kiss-swollen lips fell open in shock at your sudden departure. The door closed behind you before he could say a word.
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