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Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~2K Notable Tags: Forbidden Relationship, Age Difference, Size Kink, Verbal Humiliation, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Crying, Mild Dub Con, Breeding Kink, Mention of Squirting, Possessiveness (!!!), Gaslighting, Light Angst at the End A/N: I've been balls deep in my teddy bear daddy andy thoughts lately and sURprISE they are filthy. I've never dabbled in step-relationships before. Heed the tags as this is a bit darker than I usually write, forbidden relationship aside. Seems like I have a thing for Andy Barber in the back of cars. I hope you enjoy! 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

A heavy downpour of rain batters against the windows of your stepfather’s sleek car, thunder cracks across the darkened sky, and yet the shrill sound of your squeal is in no way dampened.

“Fuck yeah, that’s right— be as loud as you want out here, little girl. Your mama ain’t here to catch you stuffed with your stepdaddy’s dick, is she?”

You shake your head no vehemently, choke on your sob as Andy’s words bounce around your empty skull like marbles, heavy and demanding, just as his cock is inside of your swollen and overused pussy. Your mother’s husband takes your reaction as an answer to his question and less so as a stark denial of your shared and scandalous predicament, as it was intended.

You’re obviously far past the point of being able to deny what is happening between the two of you though. After all, Andy is balls-deep inside of your trembling body, pounding into you with such ferocity you’re certain the car is rocking in its spot hidden on a backroad.

His chuckle is dark in your ear, against your jaw where he nips at it tightly in response to your outward denial. His mouth doesn’t linger long though, both because of the insistent snapping of his hips between your spread thighs and because he’s reached this point.

You hate how much you love this point.

“Look what you’ve made me fuckin’ do, sweetheart. Look what you’re makin’ Daddy do,” he whispers against your slack mouth, driving his cock against that sweet little spot inside of you again and again and again. Andy’s so big, his cock so thick, that your breath is shoved from your lungs with a pathetic noise each and every time he slides home. His words make your slippery pussy even more wet, the sound of it getting fucked arguably louder than the noises dripping from your lips.

It’s your fault, it's always your fault. Andy’s told you that from the very beginning of this affair, gets angry each and every time you’re together in such a forbidden and feral way as this, that you’re the reason you and your stepdad do bad bad things together.

Your head spins where you’re contorted, the two of you taking up damn near every inch of the backseat, leather sticky with your shared sweat, spit, and slick. Your tears. You’re laid out as best you can be, flat on your back where Andy insists you belong, legs pried apart and indecently spread to accommodate the older man’s burly waist.

“V’got no choice but to give this tiny pussy what it’s been askin’ for when you walk around flauntin’ it, when you walk around just beggin’ for it,” he tells you, dropping his weight down on top of you with a guttural noise, the fingers of both hands delving through your hair and holding tight as he ruts into you. “Daddy’s got no choice, baby. Fuck, you understand right, sugar? You know your Daddy’s got no choice but to give this pussy what it needs to stay happy?”

You mewl, loud and long, noise almost mournful. You tell yourself that you hate yourself, that you’re ashamed of each moment that has led up to this one, of your filthy relationship with your stepfather, but even as you whine and sob as you’re stuffed with the biggest dick you’ve ever had, you nod your head and spread your legs impossibly wider.

“Daddy’s got no ch-choice,” you hiccup, fingers digging into his denim-clad ass, the muscles underneath your grip straining as he grinds down deep between your legs. Your pussy stretches around his girth, that shameful familiarity making your toes curl, making your eyes fight to roll back. You feel trapped in the best, most delicious and bittersweet way possible, dizzy with dick as Andy holds you down and fucks into you at a relentless pace.

His sac, his balls, are heavy as they slap against the curve of your ass, the show of such masculinity leaving your femininity no choice but to clench and flutter. The boys on campus could never make you feel this way.

“Yeah, this is a Daddy’s responsibility, isn’t it? You walk around in your tiny fuckin’ dresses and your tiny fuckin’ shorts, shirts showin’ your pretty little tits off, just askin’ for somebody to breed this baby pussy right up,” Andy bites out, breath hot and damp against your lips, fingers tightening in your hair. “But this isn’t just anybody’s job, is it?”

You know exactly what he wants to hear, know the words he’s trained you to say, but words are hard, are so very hard when you’re damn near overstimulated, damn near delirious, ashamed on top of it all. You don’t dare wait too long to answer though, your first attempt coming out slurred and messy, your second attempt sounding stronger.

“This is Daddy’s pussy,” you mumble, your voice bouncing with each of the older man’s thrusts, impossible heat rising to your cheeks, an even more impossible twist tightening in your core. “S’Daddy’s job, taking…takin’ care of my pussy.” Andy groans, mouth dropping open as his eyes bounce between your mouth and your bare tits, Andy having yanked the top of your dress down moments before he fucked your mouth in the front seat. He reaches for them then, both hands grabbing and squeezing them in his palms, chin dropping to roughly suck one and then the other nipple into his mouth.

You lose the battle against the roll of your eyes.

“Nobody feeds this pussy like Daddy does, ain’t that right?”

“N-nobody, Daddy. No…nobody!”

Andy growls.

“You can fall into bed with as many punks as you want while you’re away at school, but they can’t give you what I can. This pussy is greedy, this pussy is needy, a fuckin’ brat. She needs Daddy. She’s always gonna come runnin’ back to Daddy, yeah? Ain’t that right?”

He’s close. His words alone tell you this, as does the sloppy dig of his hips, his hungry mouth on your nipples forcing you to sob. You hate yourself for how easily you respond, for how easily your pussy responds to his words, his rough treatment close to pulling another orgasm out of you. You tremble underneath him, shake from head to toe as you greedily push your tits up into your stepfather’s hungry mouth.

You hate that he’s right.

You hate that you think of him every time you fuck someone at a party or invite someone back to your apartment. You hate that no one makes you come like he does, fucks you like he does, dominates you like he does. He has complete control over your body, almost your mind too, and he knows it.

You can’t seem to maintain a relationship, can’t bring yourself to date someone, picturing him and yearning for him when you fuck someone.

And you blame Andy for that.

But he’d happily take that blame.

It infuriates you, lights you up from the inside out and pushes you closer towards your orgasm.

“No, no I—”

“You what?” he spits, rutting into you sloppily as he growls, pulling your hair back to expose the line of your throat. “You don’t think I own this pussy? You think someone else could claim it? You think you own it?”

“I don’t, I don’t think—”

“That’s right— you don’t fucking think. You don’t need to think when you’ve got the tightest, pinkest pussy that needs to be fuckin’ fed by her Daddy every fuckin’ day.”

You’d like to think that his words aren’t what shove you over the edge, that it’s the press of his cock against your sweet spot, that it’s the way the walls of your pussy remain sensitive from your last orgasm. But as you bite down on your bottom lip to fight the tell of your climax racing through you, you know your orgasm is indeed because of his words and the way they echo with possessiveness and ownership.

You come apart in an instant, crushing pleasure breaking you down, racing through every last crevice of your body.

His hand is around your throat then, his mouth pressed tightly to yours as he chuckles darkly, as he fucks you through your not-so-secret orgasm.

“Daddy…!”

“That’s fuckin’ right— this is Daddy’s pussy, little girl. The sooner you learn that the better.”

Your whine is long and drawn out, mournful as you easily give into Andy’s kisses, his tongue, his cock. It’s harder for you to breathe with his own fingers digging into the skin of your neck and with another few pounds of his hips, you’re gasping into his mouth, reaching to wrap your own hand around his wrist. Your pussy sobs, your pussy aches. It’s too much, so much, and you start to tear up and thrash underneath Andy’s body, free hand betraying you as you press it against his ass.

“Fuck, it’s your favorite part, baby,” he pants, hand around your throat not letting up. “Daddy��s ready to come.”

You might come again, fuck.

“Take your Daddy’s load, pretty girl. Take it all, every last drop. Been savin’ it all for you, milk it outta Daddy’s balls, come on.”

“Oh god, oh god…!”

The angle of the last of Andy’s thrusts are sharp, movement grinding his shaft against your clit to the point of pain, to the point of chaotic sensation. One orgasm seems to roll into the next, the beginning of your stepfather’s climax setting your own impossible one off. Your hand falls from holding his ass and his wrist, your neck goes lax, your eyes roll back into your head. You’re pure feeling, pure sensation, a hole. You love it. You hate how much you love the orgasms your mother’s husband gives you, the way he fucks you, the way he fills you up with his come.

You don’t realize Andy’s teeth are dug into your shoulder until you come to, head spinning as Andy groans and harshly fucks his hips forward, pressing in tight, too tight.

“You think about this,” Andy pants into your ear, fingers of one hand stroking along any part of your body he can reach, greedily grabbing and pulling at your tits, your hips, your waist. “You think about this when you’re with anybody else. That the pussy they’re about to enjoy has a Daddy. That they can take your pussy however they want, but at the end of the day, she’s taken.”

Taken.

You embrace the fuzziness of your brain, the slowed echo of your thoughts, and don’t think too deeply about his words or his claim on you; that’s not something you wish to think about in this moment or ever.

Sticky between your thighs, sore already, Andy plants kiss after kiss along your neck as he always does when your time together is coming to a close. But when he goes to pull away, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him into you. You’re surprised when he doesn’t question you or poke fun at you. You both know that leaving to go back to school at the close of the summer is difficult for you, but you both know that you’ll never share feelings like this outloud.

You’re grateful he doesn’t pull away, grateful that he lets you hold onto him a little longer.

Of course he knows when you’re finally ready to leave. And in place of the usual filthy comment or direction about what is to happen when you both arrive back home, you’re surprised when he questions, “You’re ready to go home?”

No.

“Yes.”

Andy sighs into your ear.

“Let’s go home then.”

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wiypt-writes · 1 year

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Consciousness Of Guilt Ch 24

Summary: It’s the countdown to Christmas, and you and Andy have a very excited almost 3 year old…and a pain in the ass Elf to contend with.

Warnings: Language, adult themes, Smut (NSFW, 18+)

Disclaimer: This is a pure work of fiction and classified as 18+. Please respect this and do not read if you are underage. I do not own any characters in this series bar the reader and any other OCs. By reading beyond this point you understand and accept the terms of this disclaimer. I do not consent to my work being translated or posted elsewhere. If you see this fiction on any site other than Tumblr it has been taken without permission.

W/C: 7.3k

A/N: Thanks to my beta @spectre-posts

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Chapter 23

According to Ferris Bueller, “life moves pretty fast. If you don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Well, you certainly could relate.

Within what felt like such a short amount of time; Lucy was growing, life was rapidly changing and there was no slowing down. You had gone back to work and while that was an adjustment in and of itself, you enjoyed the opportunity to work from home as well when necessary. Lucy was attending a daycare in the lobby of the building, and it gave you (and Andy) a chance to check in on her. Although you weren’t sure it were a good idea in the beginning as you knew Andy was down there “watching” or “checking in” far more than you were. Ron even would joke that if one couldn’t find Andrew Barber in his office then his calls should be

“forwarded to the nursery in the lobby.”

And speaking of Ron, the end of the year was fast approaching and so was his retirement. The founding partner had given the news to yourself, Andy and the board with their spouses present at a dinner party they’d hosted at autumn’s start. He had declared that he would be stepping down at the end of February the following year. That meant many changes were coming including adding much more to Andy’s desk. Because, with Ron’s announcement, came another vote to seat Andy as the second head of the firm.

Simply put, it was as if you and Andy had merely blinked, and here you were. Your baby girl now almost three, and another year about to draw to a close.

You woke and stretched, leaning over to give Andy a quick peck on the cheek good morning. He stirred, and smiled, his arm moving to slip round your back.

“Morning, Angel.”

“Good morning, BB.” You smiled as your lips brushed his. “Happy first of December.”

Andy snorted, “whoopee…” You playfully slapped his chest and he laughed. “Seriously, what’s to get excited about? You’ve already put the tree up…it went up the day before Thanksgiving.”

You knew he was only half-serious. Whilst he’d grumbled it was far too early, when he’d seen how excited his little girl at the boxes of decorations, he’d got stuck right in to help.

“Listen, Mr Grinch…have you forgotten what’s waiting downstairs?”

At that, Andy grinned. This was the first year that Lucy had really appreciated and understood what Christmas was and her excitement was infectious.

“I can’t wait for her to see it.”

The two of you laid quietly talking for a few minutes, until Andy’s alarm obnoxiously signaled it was time to get up.

"Hit snooze," you suggested.

Andy sighed, “I’d love to, but I have a lot of prep today.”

You groaned, "alright. I'm working from home today. I'll keep Looby with me."

Andy groaned as he stretched. “I know it’s only a DUI and possession but whilst he’s pleading guilty for the DUI, on the rest he claims he’s been stitched up…”

You rolled to your side, facing his side of the bed, "well, I know it's been tough so far, but I’m sure it's going to work out."

“It feels like an awful amount of prep for something so minor, but there’s huge implications here that go behind the verdict.”

“Like…”

“Bent cops.” Andy wrinkled his nose.

“Oh…”

“Yeah,” Andy shrugged a little, before his arm which lay under your neck threaded into the hair at the back of your head. “Busy couple of weeks before the holidays.”

You nodded and leaned up for a kiss. "You best get up, or I'll kidnap you."

“Isn’t kidnapping when it’s done against your…” he trailed off, the joke dying on his lips. “Fahk, Angel…that was…”

Your eyes grew soft, "Hey....," you cupped his face, "Andy no, it's okay. I'm okay."

He took a deep breath and accepted the soft kiss you gave him. “I know, I still don’t like the…the jokes, you know?”

Before you could reply, a little voice called out echoing down the landing and through the monitor on the bedside table.

“Daddy! Mommy! Isss awakes!”

“Well, that's a new record," you snorted. "That’s your fault for reminding her last night she’s got her advent calendars to open.”

"Me? I did no such thing, that was Penny sending that fahkin' ugly bright box of which, no doubt, is full of shit prizes and candy."

“Oh hush!” You giggled, “you know full well she’s more excited about that glittery card dinosaur one you managed to find!”

Andy chuckled as you moved so he could climb out of bed, his bare torso flexing a little as he headed out of the room, Grant following. He opened the baby gate into Lucy’s room to find her sat up, the early light from the sunrise illuminating her slightly.

“Good morning Looby-Saurus.” He beamed.

“Hi Daddy Wex!” She giggled as Grant hopped up onto her toddler bed and stuck his nose into her face. “Gwant!”

“Stupid dog…” Andy grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“Daddy nos calls Gwant!” Lucy admonished as she stared up at him and Andy couldn’t help but snort at the expression she wore, so like you.

“Okay, okay.” He grinned and swooped her up in his big arms. She still sometimes looked so small in them to him, his precious girl. "Do you want to come snuggle Mommy so I can get ready for work?"

“Yup yup yups!” She hugged him round his neck and then she gasped. “Oh…iss a-vent day?”

He groans a little, "yep, it's advent day."

She squealed. “We goes?”

"Yes, but after I get dressed for work."

“Otay…”

"I'll be quick, promise." He kissed her cheek as he walked them into his room.

“Mommy!” Looby grinned as she saw you sat up in the large bed.

"Good morning, Looby Loo!"

“Iss assvent!”

"I know! Are you excited?"

In the corner of your eye, you saw Andy trying not to laugh at the unfortunate mispronunciation of the word.

“I so esscited!”

Andy headed into the bathroom, and you smiled at Lucy.

"I tell you what. Let’s go grab your robe and your slippers, make sure you’re warm when we go down, yeah?”

"Does it snows wast night?"

“I think so.” You grinned, “shall we see?”

"Outs dare?" She pointed to the French doors on your balcony.

"Yep, go see!"

She hopped down from your bed and ran to the long curtains, pulling them apart as she pushed her face through. “Mommy! More snows!”

"Oh my! Well, we'll just have to go out in it, won't we?" You laugh. “Make a snowman!”

“Wike Olaf!” Looby grinned as you climbed out of bed and grabbed Andy’s sweater from the vanity chair.

"Yes!" You pulled it on over your sleep cami.

That was when Andy threw open the bathroom door and rushed out in only a towel. "Sorry, two minutes." he quickly said and grabbed his underwear and undershirt, running back in.

“Daddy siwwy.”

"Yes, he is!" You carried her back to her room to get her robe and slippers. Andy met you two in the hall, his tie hanging around his neck and his jacket fisted in his hand. The smell of his shower gel, aftershave and the linger of toothpaste was a particularly heady mix that morning.

"Okay, let's get your advent!” He swooped up Lucy as she grinned and clapped.

You followed and smiled at Andy as you opened the door to the huge open plan loving area of your old farmhouse. Andy set your daughter down and she immediately squealed.

“Oh. Wow!” You gasped as Andy took a dramatic inhale, “what on Earth…”

"Wassat, Wassat?!"

“It looks…it looks like an elf!” Andy grinned as Lucy ran to the little elf doll on the sofa. The Elf was sat holding a balloon.

"Das 'L' for Lucy!" She bounced on the spot, pointing at the balloon.

“You’re right.” Andy nodded. “That’s what it says. Hi, Lucy!”

Jumping up and down with pure glee, she took the sign and handed it to you.

You gasped, "Bunny, I think it's... It's a note, look!

“Issat?” Her eyes widened.

"Hang on, I need to make sure it's real...." Andy took the note from you and squinted as he inspected the teeny writing on the page. “Miss Lucy Jo Barber, Sheephill Cottage!” He read with an astonished tone. “It is real!”

"Reads it, Dadd-wex, peas!"

“Okay…” Andy took a deep breath and opened the letter. “Hi Lucy! I’m your special elf! I’m new, from the North Pole, and Santa sent me to your home especially so we can play together!” He paused as Lucy gasped.

You could help the grin that matched your daughter's as Andy read. This was definitely going to be the best part of the season.

“Like all new elves, I don’t have a name. So, the first thing we can do together is pick one. Anything you want, as long as it isn’t a rude word like…” Andy gasped and playfully looked at Lucy, “like fart or butt…”

She giggled and covered her grin with her small hands.

“You can play with me all day, but at night you have to leave me under the tree so that I can report back to Santa through the special Red bauble…”

"I can do it, I can do it!"

“I can’t wait to play and have lots of adventures. With love, from your Elf!” Andy finished. “Well, how awesome is that?!”

"I so esscited! I has to name hims! Don't goes!"

Andy chuckled, “I have to get to work soon, Bunny but…okay, a couple of minutes.”

"Think really hard, Lucy... A name is special." You encouraged.

“Erms….Pickles!”

Andy snorted, “what?"

“Pickles!”

Andy was about to ask why, but his phone rang. It was Ron. "Angel... I..."

“Yeah, okay…go. See you tonight.”

"I love you," he bent and kissed you. Then he kneeled down, "I gotta go, Bunny, come gimme a kiss then you and 'Pickles' can play."

“Bye daddy!” She ran to him and kissed his bearded cheek. “I wobes you.”

"I love you, too." He stood and kissed you again before rushing out.

"So," you clapped your hands together and smirked, "what are we going to do with Pickles?"

And that was how it started.

You quickly realized the Elf couldn’t be left “under” the tree as Grant took a liking to him, and on the first night, Andy spent a good five minutes trying to retrieve him from your dog’s jaws.

Then, each and every day you had to remind yourself or Andy to move the damn elf, that fast became an annoying and obnoxious chore. But seeing Lucy’s reaction each morning was so worth it. It was in the kitchen hanging off the fridge, it was in the bathroom Lucy used being naughty using the sink as a tub. It scuba dived in Grant’s water bowl, pulled all the cushions off the couch, left a trail of marshmallow footprints all over the kitchen counters….When it was Andy's turn to move it, you'd learned to double check the setup, for the first time he was in charge there was a very precarious pose your husband had put it in. So, you had to fix it. And that was how every turn Andy had went, so you had to scold him each time as you fixed it before Lucy saw.

But one Tuesday evening, a few weeks after his 46th birthday, Andy outdid himself.

You’d arranged Pickles on the coffee table with one of Lucy’s Barbie Dolls, and a few of her dinosaurs around a little table of their own along with a sign that informed everyone that this was a “tea-rex” party. You’d left to go grab a drink from the kitchen and come back to find Pickles’ head was now between Barbie’s legs and Andy was bent over the scene, giggling like a naughty schoolboy.

“Andrew!”

"What?” He spun to face you.

“You absolute child!”

“Hey, Picks has to try Barbie at least once in his life!"

“You are the…” you slapped the back of his head, causing him to yelp, “absolute worst!”

"Oh c'mahn!" He drawled in his Boston baroque as you moved to fix the toy porn scene in front of you. “I mean I'm naht a Barbie man myself, but..." he wrapped his arms around you, nuzzling your neck.

“You’re not?”

"Nope...." he kissed your skin. "I like wings."

“Smooth….”

"I have my moments," he snorted.

“Hmmm…” you moved in his arms, turning to face him.

"It's just a little fun, Angel," he smirked and kissed the tip of your nose. "You laughed, something you haven't done for a week."

You sighed. "I know, it's been busy. With both Amber and Eva already gone, and now the nursery closed for the holidays, I've been overloaded. And I'm still not feeling well."

“No?” He frowned. “I thought you said you were yesterday?”

"I just still feel tired and run down," you sighed. "Honestly, it's just the full plate but now that I'm working from home, it'll get easier. Especially with you and Ron buttoning up this case. I didn't want to say much because you're so stressed and putting in the hours."

Andy took a deep breath, “well, we have the closing arguments tomorrow so…that’s it. If no verdict by 5pm, it’s deferred until new year. I’ll be finished tomorrow evening regardless.”

"Good," your hands ran up his cotton tee covered chest and sighed. "You wanna light that fire now? We can turn the lights out and leave the tree on?"

“Mmmm get comfy, huh?” He smiled and leaned down to kiss you. “Any of that red we opened at dinner left?”

"A bit. Maybe a glass each."

“Just enough.” He smiled, “the Christmas order from the Wine club should be arriving tomorrow or the day after. I stuck a few bottles of the cheap stuff in so we can make mulled wine.”

"My favorite," you slipped from his arms and padded back toward the kitchen.

When you came back a small fire was just starting to pick up. Andy tossed on more kindling before, once satisfied it was going to take, he chucked on a log.

You passed off his glass and he took it with a soft smile, but not without kissing you gently in the glow. His free hand rest against the small of your back.

You loved the night times. Andy always made time for Lucy when he came home, playing, bathing, and reading her a story. But once she was tucked in, and it was just the two of you, he relaxed even more.

"I love you," you bumped your nose against his.

“I love you too.” He smiled, his lips brushing yours.

"What now, counselor?"

“Movie? Sit on the rug and talk?

"Rug sounds good to me,” you winked.

You both settled down, you sat between his legs, your back settled in against his chest as he leaned against the oak coffee table. One of his long legs was extended flat along the floor, the other bent at the knee.

The two of you drank your wine and talked, in the easy way you’d always been able to. Andy’s hands would rub up and down your forearms and sometimes his lips would kiss your neck. Your hands would move up and down the top part of his shin or fingers would draw lines and swirls over his thigh.

It was peaceful, intimate, and in the comfortable moments of silence, the crackle of the fire filled the room making it feel even more homely and cozy.

As the flames started to die down, you checked your watch.

"It's late, Andy," you spoke with a softness almost as if any louder you might disturb the silent night. "You don't want to be late in the morning."

“Ten more minutes.” He whispered, his lips kissing the back of your shoulder.

"Alright," you sighed in appreciation.

His lips didn’t move far from your skin. His beard tickled you as it gently rubbed against the crook of your shoulder.

You reached back to curl your hand around his neck. Your fingers ran down the length of his neck.

He hummed in appreciation, as his lips found the hinge of your jaw. You responded the same. But you leaned your body into him more as your fingers scratched at the shorter hairs along the back of his head and a hand pressed further into his thigh.

As he nuzzled into you, one hand moved, splaying across your belly as the other arm wrapped across your chest. Your hum turned into breathy grunt and sigh.

The hand that was splayed on your belly slid further down, fingers softly brushing the inside of your right thigh through your sleep pants. The other softly traced the swell of your breast. A gentle moan left your throat at the feel of his hands on you like that. Your body easily responding to your husband’s touch with a delicate yet elevated sensitivity.

Andy sighed, his lips now at your chin as his fingers danced over your nipple, which was peaked through the soft material of your sleep shirt. “Oh, Angel…so responsive for me…”

You whimpered at his voice and touch, "Mmm, yeah.” You tilted your hips back against him. His lips met yours as you felt the hand on your thigh slipping beneath the waistband of your pants.

You gasped into his mouth, the tickle of his fingers passing your mound was pleasurable. Your own fingers curled into his hair. His mouth hovered over yours, his eyes twinkling as he slowly circled your clit with his fingers, the other hand now slipping into the neckline of your top.

The twist of your body against his chest gave you a better angle to feel his hot breath against your lips. Your hips tilted forward just a pinch to practically fall into that finger circling you. You jutted your chin just a fraction outward to capture a kiss as his hand now cupped your breast.

He gave a squeeze and his thumb rubbed over your nipple now with the pad of his thumb against your skin. It was slow, delicate, like a strum to a guitar string.

"Mmm," you hummed against his lips.

“Good?” His voice was a grunt as his tipped his hips forward, his hardness pressing into the dip of your back.

"Yeah," you whispered. "S'good...."

“Can I fuck you like this?” he rasped.

Your belly knotted as your chest fluttered, "ah, fuck, yes...."

You didn’t wait, your hands moved, and you pulled off your top and then tipped your head back round to Andy.

“Lose yours.”

His hand came away from your sleep pants, your clit missing his touch, as he took that very hand to single handedly pull that collar of his sleep shirt over his head.

You moved as he did so, slipping your sleep pants down and you heard Andy groan a little behind you.

"Good?" You smirked.

He chuckled as you felt him shuffle, hands on your hips as you knelt up. He eased you back over him, one hand letting go to grip at his dick. As you moved yourself backwards, you felt his head brushing through your folds, and you moaned.

“That feels good…”

Andy sighed pleasurably as you rocked over his cock. His head tickled your clit and a delightful whimper sounded from your lips at the feel. His hands remained at your hips, not pushing, or pulling, simply resting as you dictated your speed.

It all felt so good. His hands on you, your hands bracing yourself at his thighs as you rubbed along his shaft. You felt a stir inside and changed tactic, wanting him inside you.

You stopped and shifted backwards, Andy immediately obliging. His tip slipped in with ease and you slowly sank down on him. The remnants of the burning embers and fire, now near gone, still warmed you and the Christmas lights around you casted a romantic glow across your bodies.

You leaned back against his chest as he tipped his hips upwards, both of you sighing as he filled you.

After a minute, your hips rolled as you snaked that hand and arm back and up around his neck and nape. His lips nipped at your shoulder, hands sliding up your rib cage until they cupped both of your breasts.

"Yes," you hissed. You splayed your fingers over the back of his head as the heel of your hand cradled the base.

His hips were slow, thrusts deep as his palms squeezed your mounds before his fingers pinched your nipples.

"Fuck, Andy," you squirmed.

His hands continued, teasing you as his rolls were measured. His lips brushed up your neck.

Your skin felt like it was on fire and not from the dying flames, but from Andy's touch and his deep thrusts. He filled your still tight insides with a stretch you'd grown accustomed to, desired most days and begged for at times. The way his soft hands were gentle always at first but demanding when begged for.

“Feel so good, Angel.”

"Yeah, it does," you replied with a whine. "Jesus, Andy, it's real good."

His fingers continued their massaging and plucking, your nipples so sensitive as his rolls and thrusts picked up pace ever so slightly.

Your delicate walls began to flutter against his shaft as it rubbed along your ridges. The hooded edge of his tip kissed your spongy surface as the slow drag of his thrusts slipped through you.

He kept that same, steady pace to the end, and you came with a soft whimper as his teeth nipped your shoulder.

Your weight settled with a welcome slouch against his lap as you became pliant to his touch. Your orgasm had your whole body tingling and every sense was intensified. You could feel the fibers of his hair on his thighs, the grooves of his teeth on your skin. Even the prints of his fingers and thumbs felt like imprints on your nipple and breasts.

“Oh, baby…” he cooed, “there we go…”

"Fuck, Andy...."

Andy could feel you, squeezing him as you trembled in his lap.

"Jesus, Angel...."

You could only whimper as your body kept going. It was as if a shorter, weaker, second orgasm was trickling through. An aftershock of sorts.

You were that caught up, you didn’t feel Andy as he came, but you heard his little grunt in your ear.

The room was silent bar your heavy breaths mixing with his. There was a peppering sound of soft kisses, but it were only for your ears.

"That was good, Angel."

“Mmmm.”

He lightly chuckled with a rasp to his voice but made no attempt to move you, and the two of you remained there for a bit longer.

****

Neither of you wanted to get up the next morning, but Andy knew the end was in sight. He was up, showered, downstairs and waiting with coffee before you and Lucy appeared.

He could hear the two of you in her room, giggling in excitement at what Pickles could have been up to overnight. He smirked with a flick of his brows knowing damn well what the little shit had been up to.

Soon after, the door opened and Looby ran into the room and squealed, “looks!”

"Oh my, he's had a party with your other friends!" You grinned and your eyes moved over to Andy.

He smirked at you over his mug. “Yeah, said friends look really happy. Bet Barbie had a great time last night.

You blushed, "Angel did."

He said nothing, merely arched a brow and you knew he was smug as fuck.

Breakfast was the usual affair and at 8:15 you kissed him goodbye so he could make the half hour drive to Denver.

As he went through security, he placed his case in the conveyor belt and walked through the scanner. As Andy replaced his belt and watch, stuck his phone back in his pocket, the guy at the X-ray machine peered carefully at the screen before he chuckled to himself and looked Andy.

“Merry Christmas, Mr Barber.”

"Merry Christmas, Jack," he smirked. "Have a good one."

He grabbed his case and jacket and headed through. A few moments later he entered the courtroom as spectators did but slipped through the bailiff to sit at the Defense table. He placed his case down on the desk in front of his seat, an empty one to the left where his client would sit and turned to Ron as he clicked the clasps on his case open.

“Good evening?” Ron smiled.

"Great evening,"

“Dare I ask?” Ron snorted.

Andy just smugly grinned, "Nope."

Ron chuckled as Andy opened the case and stopped dead.

“What the…” his boisterous laugh filled the room as those around took a glare at him.

“I don’t…how the hell…” he chuckled as he turned his open case to Ron. There, on top of his files, led Pickles.

Now, it was Ron's turn to join in on the laughter.

“Is that the famous Pickles?” He reached for the elf.

"That it is," Andy shook his head.

Ron grinned as he sat the Elf doll on the edge of the desk.

“Shit, Ron! You can’t…” but Andy’s attention was jerked away as the Bailiff called for order and their client was led in.

"All rise...." the spiel went on and as the judge sat down then told everyone to do the same, his eyes shot up at the defendants side.

"Barber, what the hell is that?"

Ron snorted as clearly Andy was head seat and was taking the ticking off from His Honor.

“Erm…I…”

“A new witness.” Ron quipped.

“No, I…it’s… Ron!” Andy hissed.

“It’s a little unbecoming to try and enter a new witness at such a late stage,” the Judge’s mouth twitched a little. Various titters rang round the court room.

“I’m sorry, your Honor. My daughter…she must have snuck it into my bag…” Andy grabbed the doll and pinched the bridge of his nose, “I can only apologize.”

"I'm a grandfather to twelve Barber, I get it. They’ve all had these damned Elf On A Shelf things each year for ages. But the merry little shits are annoying as hell, so put...."

"Pickles, Your Honor..." Ron interjected to more laughter.

"Pickles," the judge snorted, "back in the case until recess, huh?"

“Yes, sir…it’ll stay in there, believe me.” Andy tossed the doll into his case and closed it with a snap. “More than my life is worth to lose him.”

He glared at Ron as he sat back down, the soon retiring senior partner grinning like a fool back at him.

Thankfully, the rest of the proceedings went according to plan. The summing up was completed and then before lunch the jury were sent to consider their verdict. To Andy’s surprise, they were called by the clerk less than three hours later as the verdict was in.

Andy bit his lip and exhaled with relief as the verdict came back not guilty. The Judge nodded, and then following the sentencing for the DUI and a final consultation with their client, Andy and Ron left the courthouse. As they were leaving, the DA pulled them both to one side, informing them that she would be sanctioning an investigation into the allegations of corruption.

After Andy promised the firm would help in any way they could, they headed out into the cold air, buoyed by both the result and the fact it was now officially over in time for Christmas.

“Well,” Ron turned to Andy as he paused at his Mercedes, “not a bad one to bow out on.” He smirked as he opened his car door. “Maybe you should thank the elf…”

"You know, you're still my boss, or I'd say fahk you," he snorted.

“Only for another 2 months.” Ron grinned, “hit me with your worst!”

"Man, just 2 months left. I can’t believe you’re bowing out, you bastard!" Andy chuckled.

"Oh yes, yes I am," Ron touted. "I've put in my time. I'm seventy, and I’m done."

Andy had the door open to his Audi coupe, "I'm heading back for a few hours before going home.”

“What? Why? Fuck that! It’s back past your house to go to the office and you’ve done enough. We tied everything up, so go home. That’s an order, and as I’m still your boss…”

“Fahking fahk you!” Andy snorted, as Ron shot him a look. “Okay, okay, I’ll go home!”

“Good! I’ll check.”

“Don’t I know it. Hey, are you and Giselle coming by for dinner still?"

“Absolutely, be with you at seven-ish. Unfortunately, I’m driving as the boys, wives, and grandkids land early tomorrow morning so…”

“Yeah, you mentioned. Don’t worry, Y/N’s made mulled cider, not wine. Coupla beers if you fancy. Lucy will no doubt have us up at the crack of dawn, so we won’t have much either. Save it for tomorrow.”

“Speaking of my little pal, will she still be up tonight when we arrive or…”

“Well, she goes down around seven but she’s not in nursery, sure we can let her stay up a little longer. You never know, she may lay in tomorrow, I can pray for a Christmas miracle.” Andy winked.

"Good," Ron winked, "I'd hate to miss spoiling my God daughter on Christmas Eve Eve!" Ron chuckled and slipped into his Mercedes. He rolled down the window and shouted over the loud dual muffler. "See you at seven!"

With a smirk, Andy climbed into his car and pulled out of the lot, dialing his secretary’s number just to check in. By the time he was home, he was satisfied all his loose ends for the years were tied up and he was absolutely ready for the ten or so days break he would get.

The moment he stepped inside the house, he could smell the spirit of Christmas. Clearly, you'd been busy. And the motley crew of decorated cookies who seen better days proved so as they sat on the counter.

“Daddy!”

"Looby-saurus!" Andy kneeled down and dropped his case and jacket to his feet as he caught her little body.

“We medz cookies!” She grinned as she wrapped her little arms round his neck.

"I can see that! Did you decorate them?" He picked one up and offered her a bite before taking one himself.

“Yups!” She nodded. “Mama says Uncle Won and Aunti Zel will wike dem!”

"Oh, I bet they will, they're gonna be here later," he kissed her cheek. Then he turned to his right and kissed you tenderly.

"How'd it go?" Your hands pressed into his chest.

"Standard sentence for the DUI: fine and costs plus community service and a driving ban, no custodial or probation. But we expected that as it’s his first offense. Main thing is, not guilty for the possession," he said softly with a smile. “Which means we just ripped open an IA on the department.”

"Well, congrats BB, it all worked out. And judging by the early arrival, you're home for good now?"

“Yup.” He grinned and jiggled Lucy a little. “I’m done now until the 6th of January!”

You grinned, "Did you hear that, Lucy? Daddy-Rex is home for a lot of days!"

“Yay!” She cheered.

“So,” Andy set Lucy on the kitchen counter, “what else did my girls do today?”

"We cleaned up, made our cookies, had a Snowball fight!" You smiled.

"I gots Gwant. Den, he pushed me."

“He pushed you?” Andy gasped, as he reached to unwrap his scarf, “well that’s just put him right on Santas naughty list!”

"Das what I says!" Lucy opened her hands up like she was saying 'I don't know.'

"Lucy, hop down and go wash so you can help me, okay?" You offered.

Andy gently dropped her to her feet, and she ran off with excitement towards the bathroom by the laundry room.

He took off his coat, dropped it over the back of one of the tall stools which sat under the breakfast counter and loosened his tie.

He snorted as he lifted his case to set it in the same stool, remembering what was inside, "the fahkin' elf."

"What was that?" You looked up at him.

Andy moved his case to the counter and looked at you, “open it…”

You dried your hands from your work and walked around to the stool. You clicked the locks on the top and opened the case. Then, you sputtered a loud snort that turned into a chuckle. "How...I swear I did NOT do that!"

“Well, if it wasn’t you, it was either that spotty little Asshole or Lucy.”

Knowing full well it wasn't Grant, you simply smirked and titled your chin as your eyes humorously looked at your husband.

“Ron sat the damned thing on the desk, in court. Then told the judge it was a new witness.”

Your jaw dropped as you tried to cover it, "oh no...." you started chuckling again.

“Thankfully, the judge saw the funny side.” Andy snorted.

"I'd hope! It's Callahan, right? Guy's got a crap load of kids and grandkids." You remembered the judge from Andy having had a trial previously with him.

“That’s the one.” He nodded, then spun round as Lucy came back into the room.

"Looby…." you smirked, "where's Pickles? He was here this morning..."

“Erms…” instantly she adopted the same guilty expression Andy wore when he’d been caught out and Andy grinned.

“Pickles has been in court!”

"I knows!" She giggled and put her chubby little hands over her grinning face. "He goes!"

“Did you put him in my briefcase?” Andy gasped, “I thought he climbed in!”

"I halps!"

“Well, he got to see the judge. Uncle Ron sat him on the table.”

“He did?” She squealed, “was you in tempt?”

Andy chuckled, "almost!"

You blinked, not quite sure how your nearly three year old knew what that was, let alone how to use it in the right context. But then again, she was bright as a button. Her vocabulary and self-awareness already streets ahead of what you’d expect of a child her age.

"Alright, Smart Bunny," you shook your head with a smirk, "I need your help with the snacks while Daddy goes and changes for Ron and Giselle."

“Otay…oh, I puts Pickles back first?”

"Yes," Andy thrust him in her direction, "He needs to think about what to tell Santa tonight about his day!"

As she took the elf, Grant sidled over, his tail wagging.

“No, Gwant!” Looby sternly told him. “Daddy, you ups so I reaches?”

“Absolutely.” Andy picked her up and crossed the dining area to the living space where the larger tree sat.

She reached and set the elf right on what Lucy had deemed the 'homes' branch next to a red bauble. Grant sat looking up, licking his lips.

"NO GWANT! Bad dog!" Lucy shook her finger at him. "No eats!"

“He can’t reach, baby.” Andy kissed her head, “don’t worry.”

You snorted as you heard, "I wouldn't trust that. He got all the way to the back of the counter this morning."

“He what?” Andy wheeled round.

"Yep," you popped your 'p'. "This," you indicated to the chicken and mushroom pasta bake waiting to go into the oven, "is the second one. Lucy and I had to go back to the market after nap." You glared at the dalmatian.

“Fur coat…” Andy grumbled.

"Today, I'd agree." You snorted.

Andy headed up with a shake of his head to change and decompress from the day before Ron and Giselle were to arrive. It felt damn good to keep the laptop closed for at least a week and ignore important emails for just as long. He hung his tie and shirt, ready for the cleaners as well as his suit pieces. He slipped into dark jeans and a thin sweater, keeping his undershirt from the day on.

You heard his boots thud along the stairs as he came back down to join you and Lucy.

The three of you prepared the rest of the snacks and the accompanying sides to the pasta bake. Lucy then had her dinner, and Andy took her upstairs for a bath and to change into her pajamas ready for the evening.

"No bed," she argued as he slipped her snowmen sleep shirt over her head.

“No, not yet. You can stay up and see Uncle Ron first. Maybe open the presents they’re bringing if mama says you can.”

"Oh... Can I seep wif Daddy Wex and Mommy?"

“I tell you what, you can go to sleep in our bed with the tv on and then I’ll move you later on, okay?”

"Otay, Gwant comes?”

“Yeah, Grant can sleep with you.”

She grinned, "Ups, peas, we goes!"

Andy chuckled, “want me to carry you or you wanna ride on my back?”

"Back!"

“Alright, robe and slippers on first.”

"'tay," she slid off her bed, feet first with her belly to the duvet.

She slipped her little feet into her Rudolph slippers that Pickles had bought one morning and then Andy held out her little dinosaur robe.

"Danks, Daddy Wex." Then Lucy gasped, "Daddy!"

"What, Bunny?"

"Oh nos! I forgot!"

Andy crouched down, "hey... Lucy what is it?"

"I fogots my assdent!"

Andy tried not to laugh, “that’s okay, we’ll open it now.”

"Okay..."

“Now…” Andy swiveled round, “hop on…”

He grunted as she did, then stood and tossed her a bit so he could settle her evenly, causing her to giggle. At the same time, he thanked whomever that she was still tiny, or he'd be fucked with his old man back.

“Lessgo Daddy-wex!”

With a roar, Andy jogged out of her room, causing her to shriek and giggle. You heard their laughs and giggles before his feet touched the stairs to come down and just as they hit the first floor, there was a knock on the door. Grant barking to make sure they were all well aware.

"Deys here! Dems here!"

“Well let’s go let them in!” Andy exclaimed back, bouncing to the door.

He opened the inside door to the porch first, Lucy still on his back and then he swung the heavy oak outside one inwards.

"Uncle Won! Auntie Zel!”

“Well, hi!” Ron beamed, as Lucy bounced on Andy’s back.

“Come on in outta the cold!” Andy chuckled, stepping back. He crouched so Lucy could slide off his back.

“Lemme get inside, pipsqueak!” Ron chuckled, “get these bags down so I can give you a hug!”

The greetings were spread between all and once the excitement died down and Lucy showed Giselle everything, she had in her advent for the fifth time, they'd settled in the living room by the fire.

“Bunny, did you open your advent for today now or did you forget again?” Andy asked.

"Aun Zelle halped! Penny gots me dis!" She held up a toy so close to his eye that he needed to lean back to see it.

“Another dinosaur!” Andy grinned.

"Issa di.... Di..."

“Diplodocus…” Andy said, pronouncing it carefully so Lucy could copy.

"Diplodikis"

“That’s it. Hi five!” Andy grinned.

Ron found the mispronunciation hilarious while and Giselle rolled your eyes.

"Alright, Looby Loo, you get to open your gifts from us, and then I heard Pickles say it was bedtime," Ron sighed.

Lucy opened her mouth to argue but a look from Andy stopped her impending protest dead.

“Remember what we agreed upstairs, bunny.” He spoke softly but firmly.

"Yes," she sighs a bit.

“Come on…it’s Christmas Eve tomorrow, we got a big day!”

"What's we do?"

“Well, we got breakfast and the last Advent day, then we’re gonna take Grant for a walk by the creek, build a snowman. Then we’re gonna help Mommy get things ready, before we go to Patti’s for dinner and watch the Carol singers. Then it’s home, and we make sure Pickles is ready to go back to the North Pole with Santa!”

"Santa! I sees him near Patti's," Lucy grinned as she took an outstretched gift from her Godfather. "Fanks!"

She flopped down as she started to unwrap the first present, but then paused halfway through ripping off the first bit of paper

“How’s comes dese presents here?”

“Well, you see, Santa brings some presents, but friends and family, well they buy each other things too.” You smiled, running your hand over her head. “So, Uncle Ron and Auntie Giselle bought these for you. And in a minute, you can give them their gifts from us.”

"Oh...." she drew out.

She continued and squealed as she unwrapped her gifts, which formed a set of new art supplies, complete with a wooden box with her name on to keep them in.

"I wuv dems! Fank you!"

“You’re very welcome, honey.” Giselle caught her hug before she then ran to Ron.

“Merry Christmas, my little squish monster!” Ron hugged her tight.

After exchanging the adult gifts, Looby was ushered round to say goodnight before Andy carried her upstairs.

That gave you the chance to invite Ron and Giselle to the dining area to take their seats so you could eat.

The hour was late by the time things were consumed and cleaned up. Giselle helped you, despite Andy's protests that he and Ron should be doing it. Even Giselle told Andy to piss off as she found it to be the perfect point in time for 'the two of you to have your cigars and scotch'.

She stirred the mulled cider and inhaled the aromatic scent that made one's heart warm and fill with a delightful holiday spirit. "So, what'd you get Andy for Christmas?"

“A long weekend in Vermont, towards the end of January.” you smiled. “Ron helped me, said he’d wangle the diaries. Booked us a cabin. Lucy’s going to my parents.”

"Oh, how lovely! You two deserve a trip like that. A log cabin, big fire, skiing! Ugh, we haven't done that since Ronnie's hip replacement. Old fart seizes up as soon as it hits forty*.”

You chuckled, “you know I’ve never been skiing. Andy has, not for a while.” You smiled, “and, then from Lucy…” you grinned, “I booked them one of the experience days at the museum, you know where they do the special dinosaur days and tours?”

Giselle grinned and opened her mouth to answer you, but you suddenly felt extremely warm and a little bit funny.

"Y/N?"

“I’m fine just…it’s a little warm, that’s all.” You waved Giselle away, “been feeling off for a few days.”

"Well, here, sit," she guided you to one of your bar stools. "I'll finish these." She grabbed you a glass of water.

“Thanks…” you sat down, glancing over to where Andy and Ron were sat. Neither seemed to have noticed.

After a few sips of water, you felt better and were thankfully able to participate in the rest of the night.

But something was niggling in the back of your mind, and you couldn’t quite figure out what.

*****

Christmas Eve morning had you slowly starting the morning. And that was despite Andy's plans of a big busy day.

But no worries, it was a lazy breakfast, more brunch really, and then you set off for a walk. Andy made good on his promise, you built a snowman the three of you before heading home and warming up with hot chocolate and a snack.

Then, you loaded into your jeep and headed back into Boulder. You let Lucy give Patti the small gift you’d bought for her, and in exchange she was very happy with the dinosaur book Patti gave her.

Then, after your burgers and fries you went out onto the square full of little Christmas market stalls, to wait for the Carol service.

Lucy and Andy were busy examining something at one of the stalls when you glanced around, and it suddenly hit you. What that nagging feeling had been.

You moved towards Andy and gently stood on your toes.

“One last thing I need to pick up, won’t be long…”

“Alright…” he leaned down, giving you a quick kiss.

You shot off across the square, slipped into the shop in question, leaving less than five minute late with your purchase stuck in your inside pocket. You needed another quick pit stop, before you returned ten minutes after you had left.

“Looks, Mommy!” Lucy excitedly waved a little wooden tree ornament at you as you reached her and Andy. “Is a daddy wex!”

“Oh, wow!” You beamed. “That’s amazing!”

“We got three!” Andy grinned. “A daddy rex, a mommy rex and a Looby saurus.”

“Hmmm, that’s great.” You beamed, “but…well, you might need to add another.”

"What?" Andy looked as if he hadn't entirely heard you.

You reached into your pocket, dipping your chin into your scarf a little and pulled out the test you’d just done. Thankfully, Lucy was too busy looking at the Carol singers who were now walking into the square with their lanterns to hear Andy’s exclamation.

“Holy fahking shit!”

You grinned. It was all you could do.

His nose was redder than seconds ago his eyes definitely not stinging from the winter air. He had no words, but you could see it on his face.

You'd just given him the third best gift of his life with you.

And pulled his hands from his pockets and quickly grabbed your face. His beard poked then tickled your cheeks as he kissed you, hard.

Lucy giggled, “kissy!” and you spluttered a bit as he pulled away.

“I know….we hadn’t planned another after Lucy, and…we’re gonna be a bit older than we both probably wanna be but…oh, Andy!” You couldn’t help the tears of happiness that pricked your eyes, “another baby!”

He grinned and pulled your face to his again. "I love you, fahk, I fahking love you much, baby."

You spluttered, allowing him to kiss you again before a yell of protest came from Lucy.

You broke apart quickly with a wet laugh from you both. Andy spoke first his voice able to carry over the growing crowd.

"What's the matter?"

“I no sees ” She looked up at you both, pointing to the singers who were now stood ready to start on the small makeshift stage in the middle. Her woolly hat slipped down over her eyes and Andy chuckled. He lifted her up into his arms, righted her hat and gave her cheek a huge kiss.

“Shoulders, peez!”

He grinned and tossed your daughter in her rightful place. Once she was settled, and her holding on, Andy looked down at you again.

His free hand cupped your jaw while his fingers carted through your hair and around the base of your head. "Here we go again," he grinned and bent as far as he could without losing Lucy.

You pressed up on your toes and met him the rest of the way, a final searing kiss to your lips as the opening carol played.

"Angels we have heard on high

Sweetly singing o'er the plains

And the mountains in reply

Echoing their joyous strains...."

"Thanks, Santa," Andy whispered as he pulled away

****

Chapter 25

#consciousness of guilt #andy barber x you #andy barber x reader #Andy barber smut #defending jacob #defending Jacob fan fic #Chris Evans characters

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Chapter 7

Pairing: mob boss!Bucky Barnes x mob boss!reader

Word count: 5.7k

warnings: badly written smut, ANGST!, pregnancy tests, pregnancy, mentions of cemetery, Bucky messing shit up,

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Ch. 6

The rhythmic thump of the music could be felt throughout the building. It was the grand opening of the club and while all of your guests were set up in the VIP section you were still finishing some things up. Truth be told you were slightly nervous. There was no going back and things had been almost too quiet for your liking. But you knew Pierce’s game too well. He would let you have your fun tonight and strike while he thought you would be getting comfortable. So you kept your guard up, especially after Steve had been shot. It had been a whole month since the incident and although the trigger men had been dealt with whoever sent the order was running around free. The red skulls weren’t making big moves either. Just enough to keep Bucky and Sam busy.

A knock at your door has you shifting your focus from your paperwork. You smile when you see the man before you.

“Rocket, you've finally decided to join us.”

“Yeah Well what can I say? California was treating me right.” He says as he sat down across from you. He had been part of Peter's crew and he was an amazing thief. Although he could be cranky most of the time he was also very sensitive. He was known to go off on anyone that would compare him to a raccoon. But he was short, slightly hairy and had raccoon-like features.

“So I take it the deal is good to go?”

“Everything is smoothed out with Killmonger. It’s just a matter of giving him the go ahead. Same goes with Everett.”

“Good. I didn’t want to deal with him, he can be a real pain in the ass.”

“Maybe it’s the cold weather. Anyway I’m gonna go say hi to the rest of the gang.” He stands up quickly.

“Wait, I’ll walk out with you,” You say as you get up from your desk.

Taking the paperwork you had been reading and placing it in a drawer. You smooth out your black dress as you head out of your office with Rocket at your side. He fills you in on his trip as you walk down the hallway but you both stop at the doorway. He heads toward the private section where the rest of the group is and you head toward the vip section.

The music is deafening once you leave the quiet hall. But opening night has been a success. The vip section is completely booked and the dance floor on the lower level is packed. The lights are low, only the colorful stage lights that seem to dance to the music fill the otherwise dark room. You head toward the booth you know is holding your next possible allies and the people part like the Red Sea for you. The two men you came to see are in a deep discussion, one clean shaven, wearing a Henley and most likely some jeans while his counterpart is in a button down, slacks and has a nicely groomed beard. You smile when you make eye contact.

“There you are. I was starting to think you forgot about me.”

“Me forget about you? Come on Drysdale, I know better than that.” You say as you finally stop in front of them. “Barber, are you having a good time?”

“We are honey, thanks for the invite.” He smiles up at you and it makes you wonder how someone like him ended up in this world.

Andy Barber and Ransom Drysdale were half brothers and they ruled Boston. Before everything happened your family had deals with theirs. You wanted to negotiate some terms and start working with them again. Andy was the businessman, if you wanted anything to happen you had to get to him and he wasn’t afraid to do the work. Ransom was a bit of a wildcard but he was great with strategies, especially if someone came trying to start trouble. He was more impulsive though he didn’t necessarily like to get his hands dirty. They made a good team.

Ransom stood up, placed his hands around your waist and pulled you into him. He gave you a cocky smirk as he looked down at you.

“Why don’t you show me that office of yours and we can start the real party.”

“Drysdale, I have at least three people with guns pointed at you. All I have to do is give them a sign and they’ll shoot, I suggest you let me go.” You say jokingly.

“High risk high reward baby.” He smirked before placing a kiss on your cheek and you laughed as you smacked his chest.

“Listen gentlemen, enjoy your night. I’ll be back over later and we can discuss terms.” You say loud enough for them to hear.

Andy reaches into his suit jacket and pulls out an envelope. “Here are our conditions.”

You wink in his direction as you take the envelope before turning and walking away.

People move out of your way again as you move down to the other side of the vip section. A much rowdier crowd waited for your arrival. You’re swept up in one quick motion and if it wasn’t because you knew who it was, he’d be dead on the floor already.

“Thor Odinson, put me down.” You said with a laugh.

He did as you asked but brought you into a hug. He was dressed in a dark t-shirt under a suit jacket and matching slacks. His long blond hair was pulled up into a messy bun and he had the most brilliant smile.

“How have you been?” His voice somehow still booms over the music.

“Good, I’m happy you were able to make it.”

Thor grabs his drink off the table and salutes you before finishing it off. “I’m happy to be here and I can’t wait to see what we can do together.” He pulls an envelope out of his jacket and hands it to you. You smile and take it.

“I'll come by later and we can discuss terms, in the meantime enjoy yourself.” You say before wave at his own security, Brunnhilde.

Thor and his brother Loki, ran Miami. It was a good thing to have them as business partners since they also had some of the best people making their drugs. It was the highest quality and that’s why he was on top of the world. That and as adorable as he looked, Thor was ruthless and no one dared get in his way.

As much as you wanted to go and join your group in the private area you knew you had to review these possible deals so you head back to your office. You make a mental note to not stay more than half an hour tops, you did want to celebrate. This club was bringing you one step closer to what you wanted to do.

You weren’t alone for long. There’s a knock on your door before it opens to reveal Bucky. He was dressed in his signature all black suit and button down. You smiled at him but noticed his expression was unusually serious. He looked like a man on a mission.

“Everything ok?” You ask as you stand to make your way around the desk to lean against it.

His eyes traveled the length of your body, taking in the slit in your dress and the cut of it that revealed some of your cleavage. Bucky caged you in, his cologne was intoxicating. His hands were on either side of you. His expression softened when you smiled up at him but only slightly.

“Not really.” He finally says.

“What’s wrong?”

“Are you really working with Barber and Drysdale?”

“Yes, we have some enemies and goals in common. This partnership helps both of those things.”

He hums as he studies your face. Bucky’s eyes darken as they move from your eyes to your mouth and down to your chest.

“You know with all this red skull bullshit I’ve been so busy I don’t even remember the last time I saw you.” He runs his knuckle back and forth on your cheek before he moves his hand to the back of your neck and pulls you in for a kiss. “I was looking forward to spending some time with you tonight. But imagine my disappointment when I have to watch those two idiots out there put their hands on you.”

You smirk up at him. “My my, someone sounds jealous.” You reply as your hands run up his arms and stop around his neck. There was something about when he got possessive that turned you on. The thrill of him acting out because of it shot straight to your core. “Is that what it is? Did you want all of my attention to yourself? You don’t like it when other men put their hands on me?” You bump your nose against his.

“I’ve decided to break my one rule with you. Guess I’m going to have to remind you who you belong to.”

You raise an eyebrow but you’re thrilled at the possibility of finally being with Bucky. He takes off his suit jacket and tosses it behind him. Then he grabs your hips and lifts you so that you’re completely seated on the desk. Excitement and need pools between your legs at the heated gaze Bucky sends your way as his hand disappears under the slit of your dress. You part your legs willingly for him and he rips off the panties you had been wearing and pushes your dress up.

You gasp when you feel his fingers move through your already glistening folds as he gathers your slick.“So wet for me already baby?” He brings his fingers to his mouth and groans as he cleans them off.

“Just as sweet as I remember.” His thumb circles your clit slowly and you moan. “Do you remember how good I made you feel? How good you were for me?”

“Y-yes, Bucky please.” You beg, your lips against his. “I wanna feel you.” You say before you kiss him and taste yourself on his tongue.

“Don’t you remember? I gotta get you ready first.”

Bucky pushes one finger in and curses under his breath when he feels you clench around his finger. He takes his time as he begins to pump his finger before adding another and moving a bit faster.

“Oh fuck.” You say as you hide your face in the crook of his neck. “Please, I’m so close.”

Bucky picks up his pace and flexes his fingers until he finds your g-spot. Your eyes roll back when you hear him whisper in your ear. “Come for me.” You do just as he says as you moan his name.

You’ve barely come down from your high when you hear the sound of a belt being undone and then a zipper being opened. Subconsciously you lick your lips as Bucky pulls himself out. You forgot how big he truly was, when you look up he’s smirking down at you.

“I swear if you-“ you are interrupted by Bucky sliding his hardened length through your folds, the head of his cock hitting your now sensitive clit. It sends a shiver up and down your spine every time he does it.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes, fuck me already!” You whine. Your grip on his shoulders tighten as you finally feel him push in. The stretch is delicious and you throw your head back as the pleasure of being with Bucky consumes you. His lips settle on your neck as he kisses and nips at your skin. With his free hand he pulls down the top of your dress. His lips close around your now exposed nipple, his tongue swirling around your pebbled peak. You both groan when he finally bottoms out. “Please move.” You beg after a moment.

“Fuck, just give me a second. It’s been so long since I’ve had you like this.”

His words hit you square in the chest and the mood shifts from a quick fuck to something deeper. You pull him down for a kiss less driven by possessiveness and more by love and the reality that you can be with each other. Your fingers work quickly to unbutton his shirt before you start kissing his neck and move down to his chest.

“I’ve missed you so much.” You whispered as your hands traveled over his now exposed skin. “I love you.” Your fingers run over some of the exposed scar tissue on his left shoulder and you press delicate kisses on the area.

“I love you too baby.” Bucky says before he rolls his hips. “You feel so good around me, just like I remember.”

He kisses you again not caring that he is ruining your lipstick. It’s all moans and soft touches but the pace he sets is fast and hard. He groans when you clench around his cock. Bucky reaches in between your bodies and begins to circle your clit again and all you can do is tighten your hold on him as he thrusts into you. You kiss and mark his skin while He mumbles sweet praises in your ear as he lays you down completely. You wrap your legs around his waist and you move your hips to meet his thrusts. Bucky cups and kneads your breast before leaving open mouth kisses in your chest.

“You’re so close again baby, I can feel it. Fuck, gripping me so tight. Are you going to be good for me and come one more time?”

You nod as you feel that familiar coil tighten low in your belly. Your hands are in his hair and you pull harshly causing Bucky to moan.

“Oh fuck, give me one more baby, come for me.”

His words send you over the edge, his name on your lips as you feel the rhythm he set falter as he reaches his own high. Both of you are a panting sweaty mess. Bucky rests his forehead against your chest and he feels when you begin to chuckle.

“What’s so funny?”

“That’s one way to celebrate a grand opening.”

Bucky smiles when he looks up at you. He places one last kiss on your chest before standing up and slowly pulling out of you and tucking himself back in his pants. You whine at the loss of his warmth. Bucky offers you his hand to sit you back up and places a kiss on your forehead before walking over to your bathroom and grabbing some tissues to clean you both up.

“I ruined your makeup and your dress.” He mentions it casually.

“Can you try and not sound so smug about it.” You counter as you try to stand on wobbly legs. It didn’t help that you still had your heels on. Bucky wraps an arm around your waist to steady you. He helps you get to the bathroom. “I brought another outfit. I had a feeling you’d get like this.”

“Look who’s smug now. But maybe you should stay like this.” He gives you a quick peck. “Let them know you’re taken.”

You roll your eyes as you clean up your makeup. Bucky leans against the bathroom wall and watches you after getting redressed. After a few minutes you’re all set with another black dress similar to the first one you had. Bucky stands behind you as you make eye contact in the mirror and wraps his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder. You cup his cheek and smile at him before turning and capturing his lips in a sweet kiss.

“Do me a favor,” he says as he stands up straighter.

“Hhmm?”

“Be careful with Drysdale. He can’t be trusted.”

“Bucky we’re all mobsters none of us can be trusted.”

“You can trust me.” He pulls you closer to him. “I’d never do anything to hurt you.”

“I know love, and I do trust you. But this is just business and really I’m working with Barber. He’s good at what he does and I’ve worked with him before. And if they try anything you can do whatever you want to defend my honor.”

“I like the sound of that.”

You smile up at him. “We should go, everyone will be wondering where we are.”

“Fine. But you owe me a night, just us at the hideout.”

“I can do that.” You smile at him.

He lets you go and you move out of the bathroom and into your office. You wanted to spend some time with your people and help them celebrate the success of the club.

“Shit I’ll be right there I have to take this.” Bucky said as he pulled his ringing phone out of his pocket. You nodded and walked out of the office and headed to the private room meant for you and your friends.

They cheer once you walk through the door behind the bar. Sam and Steve get up from their seats, each of them giving you a hug and congratulating you. You order your drink and sit with everyone just talking and enjoying their company.

One of the side doors opens and one of the security guards that should be posted at the main entrance stands in the doorway.

“Miss Y/L/N, your last guest is here.” He says and steps out of the way to reveal the last person you wanted to see.

Dot stands there with her usual curls and what you assume is either a light pink or white dress. Her smile is brilliant as she looks around the room.

“Oh I’m so happy all of Bucky’s friends are here.” She says as she walks further into the room. “I have some really exciting news.”

Sam and Steve look at each other before looking at you. Your smile had disappeared and was replaced by a scowl. Everyone in the room knew immediately that whatever happened next wasn’t going to be good.

Bucky was finally able to end the call after what felt like a lifetime. He was ready to relax and help you celebrate your success and the fact that Steve had recovered. But when he got to the private room something was off. Even with the music blasting out on the dance floor this room was quiet. Everyone stood towards the center of the room so he got closer to see what was happening. The last thing he expected was to find Dot there. When he got close enough she saw him and immediately wrapped her arms around his neck.

“There you are honey. I was wondering where you were.” She said in a sickly sweet tone. Her lips were on his before he knew what was happening.

Bucky pulled back and looked in your direction and his heart dropped. He'd never seen you like this and he wasn’t sure what was going through your head. You looked more than annoyed at Dot’s presence, he could see the rage and something else in your eyes. But it wasn’t directed at the blonde, it was directed at him.

“Will you get off of me? What are you even doing here?” Bucky grabbed her hands and pulled them away from him. He looked over at Steve and Sam silently asking what was going on.

Sam shook his head, his expression serious and Steve would barely even look at him. His jaw tense as he stared daggers at Dot.

“Well I knew you would be here with all your friends so I thought what better time to tell everyone the great news.”

“What news?” What are you talking about?” He was annoyed that Dot was trying to ruin something else for him simply by being there. So her next words caught him completely by surprise.

“The baby.” She held up a sonogram. “Aren’t you excited we’re going to be parents.”

Bucky froze, there was no way this was real and that it was happening. Dot’s lips were moving but all he could hear was the blood rushing in his ears. When he looked at you he could see you were trying to fight back the tears. He was furious at Dot for setting something like this up.

“It’s so weird to think that I’m already 10 weeks along.” She placed her hand over her nonexistent baby bump.

“I don’t know what game you’re playing but that kid ain’t mine.” He growled before trying to move towards you to explain.

You turned your head and said something to Clay and Roque. Just as he was about to reach you Clay stood in his way while you walked out of the room with Jake following you.

“I have to talk to her.”

“No fucking chance, you and your fiancé need to leave. I suggest you leave before we make you.”

“Fuck you.” Bucky tells Clay and starts walking by him but doesn’t get far. He gets pulled back instead of pushed. Steve and Sam were the ones to grab him and pull him back.

“Trust me if you want even a sliver of a chance to fix this you’ll leave now.” Steve says before letting go.

“No, I need to talk to her.”

“What you need to do is leave.” It was Peter this time who stepped up.

“Bucky, let's just go honey.”

“Dot, shut up and leave.” Bucky turned back your team and started making his way through them.

He could see you talking with Barber and Drysdale and motioning for them to follow you. All he wanted was a chance to explain and suddenly his view of you is blocked. Jake was standing in front of him with a murderesque expression on his face.

“Why are you still here?” Jake asked as he glared at Bucky.

But Bucky didn’t answer, instead he walked toward the door behind the bar to try and reach you. He didn’t get too far because Jake had pulled him back. Suddenly Bucky’s right fist connects with Jake’s jaw. Jake is quick to grab Bucky by his jacket and he’s ready to hit right back. The rest of the group moves quickly to stop things from getting more out of control.

“I’m not leaving until I talk to Y/N.”

“Don’t you get it you fucking idiot,” Rocket called out from the other side of the room. “She’s the one who wants you to leave.”

“If you really care about her you will.” Aisha added.

Bucky sighed, frustrated as he looked around the room. Not only were your people ready to chop his head off for hurting you but so were Steve and Sam. His shoulders deflated when he realized that they were right, there was no use in trying to talk to you at the moment.

“Tell her that I need to talk to her, please.” He looked at Jake. “It’s not what she thinks.”

“My job is to have her back, not yours. If you care about her as much as you say you do you’ll figure out a way. I always thought she deserved better anyway.”

Steve grabbed Bucky before he was able to swing at Jake again. Sam guides Dot out of the room while Steve pushes Bucky in the same direction.

Dot was more than pleased with the outcome of her little stunt. She couldn’t show it but the look on your face when she had announced it was more than enough to keep her going. She had been worried at first that her being pregnant would ruin her plans but it’s working out in her favor.

“What are you smiling about?” Sam asks, he had kept his eyes on her the whole time.

“I can’t be happy that I’m going to have a baby with my soon to be husband?”

“I don’t know who put you up to this but you better stop.” Bucky snapped at her once the four of them were outside.

“No one put me up to anything honey. I really am pregnant. I’ll take another pregnancy test if you want just to prove it.”

“Good, let’s go.” Bucky grabbed her arm and pulled her harshly.

“Ow Bucky you’re hurting me.” Dot whined as she struggled to keep up.

“Trust me, you would know what real pain was if I decided to hurt you.”

Steve and Sam just looked at each other before following.

It was going to be a long night.

You said your goodbyes to Thor and once he was out of your club the rest of the team gathered in your office. There were flutes of champagne already served and everyone grabbed a drink.

“Here is to our successful first steps. Thanks to Rocket for securing our partnership with Killmonger and Everett.” You tip your champagne flute towards him. “I’m happy to say that Barber, Drysdale and Odinson have also agreed to work with us. I know for all of you coming to New York and fighting for a place here isn’t necessary but I’m grateful that you’ve decided to have my back so that I can take down the man who took everything from me. These next few weeks and even months aren’t going to be easy but we’ll come out on top. And I reiterate the promise I made to all of you before, that I’ll give you as much as you’ve given me and that I’ll have your back just like you’ve had mine.” You raise your drink. “To us.”

Everyone whoops and hollers as they clink their glasses together before taking a drink. They talk amongst themselves as you drink your champagne in one go. You turn and sit at your desk and just watch them. It was difficult to celebrate when you had this terrible ache in your chest. Part of you didn’t want to believe what Dot has said, that she was just messing with you but you also knew Bucky had been with other women during those 10 years. You couldn’t blame him,you had been with other men before you thought you could ever return. Maybe it was the fact that you had been together right before that bombshell was dropped.

“Want to talk about it?” Jake was leaning against the desk, his arms crossed over his chest as he looked down at you.

“Nothing to talk about.” You wave your hand dismissively. “I just don’t like being blindsided.”

“Still, it must’ve hurt to hear that. I know if it were me I wouldn’t be ok.”

“I’m not here for Bucky, I’m here for Pierce. That’s all that I should focus on anyways. That little announcement was just a reminder that my focus was shifting.”

“Well if you’re sure. I’m here whenever you need me.” He gave you his signature Jake smile.

“Thanks JJ.”

“Who is the father?” Bucky asked through gritted teeth as he held the fifth positive pregnancy test in his hand.

“Who else could it be, it’s your baby.”

“There’s no way that baby is mine, Dot.”

“Well then you do the math because I’m ten weeks along and what did we do ten weeks ago after we left your club?” She raised an eyebrow as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Must I remind you, I can give you all the details but it ends with me being pregnant.”

Bucky crushed the pregnant test in his hand before crossing the room, he was ready to wrap his hands around her throat. Dot was ruining everything for him. He couldn’t get your face out of his head, how hurt you looked. It just added insult to injury considering you had been together for the first time in 10 years and now it’s been ruined. It was all because of Dot, Bucky wasn’t sure what she was playing at but he intended to find out.

Steve stands between him and Dot. He’d seen that rage before and once bucky got started he wouldn’t stop.

“Get the fuck out of my way Rogers.”

“Bucky, think this through will ya?”

“I am.”

“This isn’t the way to get your answers and you know we don’t hurt women and children. Now did you or did you not sleep with Dot?”

Bucky looks away from Dot and focuses on his friend. He sighs before turning away.

“Once.”

“Finally, was that so hard to admit?” Dot asked from behind Steve.

“You were forgettable at best.” He snapped at her.

“Ok, Jesus this is childish.” Sam interrupts their back and forth. “So we can agree that Dot is pregnant and the father is unknown.”

Dot glared at Sam.

“You’ve proven that you’re pregnant, you can leave now.” Bucky walks to his front door and opens it.

“Fine, we’ll talk after we tell your parents. I’m sure they’ll be excited to know they’re going to be grandparents.” Dot says as she crosses the living room. “I’ll see you later honey.” She tries to kiss Bucky but he pulls away.

“How bad was it?” Bucky asks as he pulls his phone out of his pocket. Steve moved quickly and snatched it out of his hand.

“If you think I’m going to let you call her, you're dumber than I thought.”

“I just need to see her, tell that the baby isn’t mine.”

“It’s not going to be that simple.” Sam spoke up before sighing. “Y/N walked out so happy, like things were going right for the first time in a long time and then she’s blindsided by this. If she even forgives you, it’s going to take a while.”

“Fuck.” Bucky runs his hand over his face. He doesn’t know what comes next, he’s unsure of how to fix this.

“Can at least one of you talk to her, to try and see where her head is at?”

Steve and Sam look at each other again. They don’t like being stuck in the middle but they’ve known how much you love each other. Especially Steve so he volunteers to talk to you soon before they leave for the night. It’s hard for Bucky, he’s left with nothing but his thoughts and they drive him crazy.

You’d barely slept, still thinking about the events of the night before. The house was relatively quiet and you assumed everyone was still asleep. Well everyone except Cougar. He sat at the dining room table, his favorite sniper rifle laid on the table as he cleaned it.

“Boss.” He says with a nod.

“Cougar.” You said as you stopped to watch what he was doing. “Getting ready for target practice or are you going somewhere?”

“I’m not, but you are.” He stops what he’s doing and looks up at you again. “If you give me another five minutes I’ll be ready.”

“I wasn’t going anywhere.”

He raises his eyebrows, silently calling you out.

“I’m just going to the cemetery.”

“And I’ll keep my distance, like I always do.”

“Fine. I’m leaving in 10 minutes with or without you.” You say as you walk towards your study.

“Good morning, mi niña.” Rosie stops organizing some things on your desk when she sees you walk in. “Would you like some breakfast?”

“No Rosie, I’m good thanks.”

You sit at your desk and notice a wooden box sitting there. Rosie pushes it towards you.

“Open it.”

You unhook the small gold latch on the front and pull on the lid. A pistol sits in the center along with its magazine laid on the red satin covered cushion. The pistol was engraved with an intricate design of flowers and vines. It was familiar to you but you weren’t sure where you had seen it. You grab it and inspect it, turning it around until you find a set of initials.

“Rosie, did this belong to my mother?” You look at the older woman in disbelief.

“Yes, the night she died she had given it to Mr. Rogers so that he could take a look at it because it kept jamming on her. He brought it back but your parents had already gone out and well you know the rest.” She sighs as she sits across from you. “You father couldn’t bear to see it and told me to get rid of it. He got it for her on their first wedding anniversary; she never went anywhere without it. I thought that I would give it to you when you took over the business.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you tried but failed to keep the tears in.

“I had Mr. Rogers looked at it again this week and he cleaned it and made sure it wouldn’t jam again.”

“It’s beautiful, thank you Rosie. I think I’ll buy a display for it.” You say as you look back down at the gun in your hand.

“Absolutely not. You have to keep it with you. It’s the one way your mother can protect you now.”

You looked between the gun and Rosie and sighed.

“Ok, I’ll use it.” Unlocking and opening the bottom drawer where you kept a spare gun and an over the shoulder holster and just grabbed the holster. You take off the jacket that you were wearing and secure the holster before grabbing the gun and putting it in place. “How does it look?”

“Like you’re meant to take over all of New York.”

You smile at her just as Cougar stands in the doorway.

“The car is ready Boss.”

“See you in a little bit Rosie.” You wave to her as you head out and head toward the front door.

“Boss you’ve got company.” Cougar says as you come up behind him.

“Can we talk?” Steve waves at you from the front steps.

“This isn’t a good time and I know you know I don’t want to talk about it.”

“He just wants to talk.”

“I don’t want to hear what he has to say.”

“Otter,” Steve catches your wrist as you walk past him. “Just think about it?”

“I did, I spent all night thinking about it. You can tell him to leave me the fuck alone. He should focus on his future wife and child.” You spat before walking off. Steve sighs but decides to walk away.

You stood in front of your parents' graves. At least they had been laid to rest side by side. That knowledge provided very little comfort but at least it was something. You placed a kiss on your fingertips and then touched your father’s headstone before doing the same to your mother’s headstone.

“I was wondering when you’d show up.” You say.

You hear a chuckle behind you. “I do things in my time, not yours. This is my city after all.”

“Not for much longer, Alexander.”

Ch. 8

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Ok what about where Andy barber, Jacob and his (Andy)'s wife, reader lived together happily and peacefully. Until one day, lauri who got out jail and visits them.

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A/N: FINALLY. enjoy. 💕☘️

Life was bliss with you and the boys.

Jacob was getting home schooled, Andy moved to practising law privately and you got to cook them dinner every night when you came from work. With Laurie securely in jail, while worries clouded your mind in the middle of the night, they were also subdued when Andy rolled over, wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

“Ok so this guy walks into a bar…” Andy waved his beer over the cleaned plate in front of him.

It was a regular Wednesday night dinner, the plates of your delicious dinner cleared, warm artificial light filled the room as the boys took turns trying to make you laugh with bad jokes.

“No, you used this one last month, that isn’t fair!” Jacob groaned.

“Hey hey, let me finish!” Andy hushed him.

“Ok so he walks into-“ Interrupted by a knock at the door.

You all froze. No one ever came to the door anymore. Especially not this time at night.

Andy rose from his seat; you grabbed his forearm.

“Wait maybe it’s not a good idea honey.”

“It’s fine.” He kissed your forehead and patted Jacob’s head as he made his way to the front door.

You put your hand on Jacob’s, rubbing it softly “Hey, you’ll be ok, he protects us remember.” He gave you a small smile and nod.

You heard him walk to the door and the shuffling sounds of the door opening.

“No no no don’t do that! Don’t fucking touch me.” Andy’s voice rose and you got up in instinct.

“Yeah Laurie, look I don’t care you’re not allowed to be here it’s a court order.”

“Please don’t let her in here Y/N.” Jacob gave you a pleading whisper.

“Go up to your room, ok honey? We’ll come and see you soon. It’ll be ok.” You pulled his fringe back from his head.

He nodded, holding back tears. Getting up quickly and moving up the stairs.

You came up behind Andy, putting your hand on his lower back.

“Oh, so you’re with her now? That fucking slut?” Laurie spat at your presence.

“Hey! Hey! You don’t get to talk to her like that. You don’t get to come here and disturb the peace. Now if you don’t get off OUR property in the next 2 minutes, I will make sure you go straight back to jail.”

You cowered behind Andy, trying to hide your tears at her hurtful words, you weren’t a homewrecker by any means. Your relationship started as colleagues, you were a shoulder to cry on, with Andy everyday through all the tribulations and trial. He slept on your couch 3 times a week to get away from it all, never once pulling a move. Your relationship started after she went to jail and the divorced was finalised.

Laurie growled, lunging for you, deep rage in her eyes. She didn’t make it far before Andy’s quick reflexes pushed her back with minimal effort, back out the door.

“THAT’S IT I’M CALLING.” He slammed the door, marching to his phone in the kitchen.

“Andy, she’s not worth it… she’s harmless.” You followed him.

“I don’t care! Nobody lays their hands on you in your own home. That’s not fucking ok. She may seem harmless but I’m not going to let her get away with that.”

He picked up his phone, holding it to his ear. Hand on your wrist, pulling you close.

“Hi, I’d like to report an attempted assault… yeah we have cameras.”

Once the police arrived and you filed the report with Andy closely by your side refusing to leave. You both made your way up to Jacob’s room.

Sound asleep in bed, you both decided you’ll talk to him tomorrow, both exhausted and not wanting to wake him.

You crawled up against Andy in bed. His grip on you still tight and tense.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you, you know?”

“I know, she won’t bother us again we’ll get the restraining order.”

“Not just her, anything in life. My top priority will always be keeping you two safe.”

“I know. That’s why you’re the best baby.” You smiled up at him.

He placed a small kiss on your forehead. Pulling your chin up to meet him with his thumb and his pointer, he placed another soft, deep kiss on your lips.

“I love you Y/N.”

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stargirlfics · 5 months

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Writing Pattern Game

Rules: Share the first line of your last ten published works or as many as you are able and see if there are any patterns! (from most recent to least recent, starting from the top)

Was tagged by the wonderful @saradika ahh thank you so much this is such a cool game! 💌🥰 I love finding patterns in stuff and I was curious to see what this would reveal! Not sure I found any connecting patterns, the first two have a “celestial” theme to them but I think maybe I tend to go for describing emotion and feeling in each of these first lines, like I’m setting up how you as the reader are feeling or being as you start the story. Kinda cool!

Standing in the Eye of the Storm (joel miller)

“The same scars mark your bodies like a map of constellations.”

Cherry Cola (pedro pascal)

“Stars gleam softly in your eyes, the kitchen table the only thing keeping your bodies from scooting impossibly closer in the evening light.”

The Gentleman Ch 5: Éclosion (alfred pennyworth)

“Tension lay heavy over the city in the days after the fear toxin attack, people were wary and on edge, the weather even starting to turn cold and dreary while unease hung thick in the air.”

Misbehavior (joel miller)

“It’s the way Joel Miller looks riding his horse, a hunting knife on his hip and a rifle held expertly along with the reigns in his broad hands that makes your skin prickle and your breathing deepen.”

IRON (battinson!bruce wayne)

“One could hardly say it was your fault.”

BUTTERFLY (joel miller)

“To be soft-hearted at the world’s violent end, that’s where you’d decided to make a home for your heart with all its fragile beating.”

The Gentleman Ch 4: Do I Wanna Know? (alfred pennyworth)

“Sore limbs of yours uncurl against the solid warmth that is Alfred next to you in bed, bare arms keeping you pressed close to his chest, your nose nuzzling into his side where you’re tucked.”

Call Out My Name (battinson!bruce wayne)

“Panic was familiar to you, especially in this city. Gotham took no prisoners and didn’t afford room for recklessness at any turn.”

Dream Girl (dev patel)

“His hand slid over yours softly, squeezing your fingers before bringing your hand up to his lips to kiss. No going back now.”

Girl Next Door (andy barber)

“The dew was still fresh on the grass when Andy rolled out of bed, tired of laying down after another restless night of sleep.”

no pressure tags 💌 @citrus-moonlight @tarrenterror25 @avintagekiss24 @moonlight-prose @psychedelic-ink and anyone else wanting to try this, yes that includes you!!

#tag games

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mackenzielovee · 1 year

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you're killing me with slow poke Andy Barber 🥺. i'm so excited for what's gonna happen at the restaurant in ch.6. how soon is soon??? 😣

hehehee we will see!!

i’m not sure exactly, but i am working on it😉 i’ll update you when i know more!! hoping early next week!

#ask!#anon

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enretrogue · 4 months

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𝗝𝗨𝗡𝗘 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 𝗙𝗜𝗖 𝗥𝗘𝗖𝗦 (𝟮)

.☘︎ ݁˖ = BLACK/POC WORKS | 23' FIC REC M.LIST

DEFENDING JACOB

ANDY BARBER

GP Kids’ Favorite Things To Do w/ Daddy Andy — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Warm — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

The Lonely Hearts Club ⎢ Part Two — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

A Word With Andy Barber: Vol. 1— @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Passenger Princess — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

Taking After You — @worksby-d

The Rub Down — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

The Green Light — @cevansbrat0007 .☘︎ ݁˖

THE RED SEA DIVING RESORT

ARI LEVINSON

Forever In Your Eyes — @evansbby

BRUCE WAYNE/BATMAN

Wholesome — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

What Is Wrong With Us? ⎢ Part 2 — @unfortunately-obsessed

BATMOM

The Loop ⎢ 2 ⎢ 3 ⎢ 4 ⎢ 5 ⎢ 6 — @battymommastuff

JASON TODD/RED HOOD

Lick — @apocalypse-shuffle

Batfam Reacts to Jason Having a Baby — @c-nstantine .☘︎ ݁˖

MCU

BUCKY BARNES

Coffee and Cream Index — @halfofmysoulsblog .☘︎ ݁˖

Perfect Days — @angrythingstarlight .☘︎ ݁˖

Addicted ⎢ Two ⎢ Three — @halfofmysoulsblog .☘︎ ݁˖

MATT MURDOCK/DAREDEVIL

Fight Club (+ Platonic!Frank Castle) — @feelmyskinonyourskin

FRANK CASTLE/THE PUNISHER

Leverage — @kausstar

Frank Coming Home To You Crying — @amhrosina

Hey Kid — @kausstar

Inked — @strwhbrrries

FRANK CASTLE + MATT MURDOCK

In High Demand — @hunny-bean

JUJUTSU KAISEN

NANAMI KENTO

Kenny — @aiyaaayei

GOOD GIRLS

RIO

The Walls — @marleyybluu

PEAKY BLINDERS

THOMAS SHELBY

Time After Time Ch. 9 ⎢ Ch. 10 — @all-mirth-no-matter

#navigation

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kylosrehn · 4 years

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CHRIS EVANS as ANDY BARBER and MICHELLE DOCKERY as LAURIE BARBER in DEFENDING JACOB (2020)

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onsunnyside · 2 years

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𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎.

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛𝐬/𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 (& 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬)

Note: these drabbles are not related to any of my series, for those story-specific drabbles, please check the series masterlist !! Some of these drabbles are also from my celebrations/parties. [smut = *]

𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 — Do not plagiarize, copy, repost/republish, adapt or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third party sites. My blog is 18+, so minors DNI. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel, etc.). All my works are fiction and may be dark or have triggering content: read all warnings before proceeding.

˗ˏˋ𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭ˎˊ˗ | 𝐒𝐎𝐋 | 𝐂.𝐄. & 𝐂𝐨. 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

「 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒 」

tipsy chris*

chris and kinks*

wildest place (ft. Andy, Steve, Ari)*

#the neighbourhood dilf au (tag)

as pleasant as possible (ft. Steve, Andy, Chris, Ari)*

dad’s best friend!Chris Evans teaches you golf*

Chris finds out you’re pregnant

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬: In His Pocket: III snippet | Holy Grail: Ch.2 snippet | Won’t You Drip My Way? snippet

「 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

Tarzan!Steve

captain hydra

personal trainer!Steve

wildest place (ft. Andy, Chris, Ari)*

as pleasant as possible (ft. Steve, Andy, Chris, Ari)*

dbf!Stucky come over for Easter (ft. Bucky Barnes)*

dark!Steve Rogers x innocent!bunny!reader ft. ex con!Ransom Drysdale & ex con!Andy Barber (hybrid breeding industry fic aka steve is involved in it and a big boss daddy/kingpin)*

CEvans!characters x bunny!reader (ft. Ari, Ransom)*

𝐒𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐭𝐬: [snippet!] | Feral!Reader x Steve AKA Third Eye [part 2] snippet [part 1 snippet]

「 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊𝐘 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 」

#professors stucky au (tag)

dbf!Stucky come over for Easter*

「 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐑 」

sundress kink*

wildest place (ft. Chris, Steve, Ari)*

single dad!Andy online dating

as pleasant as possible (ft. Steve, Andy, Chris, Ari)*

professor!Andy Barber x brat!reader (ft. guest lecturer!Ari Levinson)*

best friend’s dad!swim coach!andy is breath control training swimmer!reader by having the reader blow him underwater* boyfriend’s dad!Andy finds out you’re pregnant (not set in Cruel)

「 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌 𝐃𝐑𝐘𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐄 」

ex-con!Ransom

sex pollen

CEvans!characters x bunny!reader (ft. Ari, Steve)*

「 𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐋𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍 」

tied up with ari | married to ari

wildest place (ft. Andy, Steve, Chris)*

somno with best friend’s dad!Ari*

as pleasant as possible (ft. Steve, Andy, Chris, Ari)*

dark-ish!dilf neighbour!Ari Levinson x pastor’s daughter!reader*

CEvans!characters x bunny!reader (ft. Steve, Ransom)*

guest lecturer!Ari Levinson x brat!reader (ft. professor!Andy Barber)*

trophy wife!reader x dilf!Ari Levinson | milf!reader | Ari is jealous

christmas with stepdad!Ari Levinson*

boyfriend’s dad!Ari*

club owner!Ari Levinson facefucks you* | #club owner ari au

fiancé!Ari Levinson finds out your deepest desires (ft. fiancé’s best friend!Curtis Everett)*

Halloween chase kink with Ari Levinson & dark!Ari Levinson kidnaps you to be his precious pet* (implied/mentioned)

sleazy porn director!Ari Levinson x naive newbie!reader by bestie @geniedetails <3*

cult leader!Ari Levinson

professor!Lloyd Hansen & professor!Ari Levinson: good dom, bad dom*

Officer!Ari on Halloween

「 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐉𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 」

roommate!Jake Jensen finds bunny!reader in heat*

「 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓 」

big mean Curtis stumbling upon a defenseless bunny!reader | see tag #hunter Curtis AU for asks

dad’s best friend!Curtis Everett at his hunting lodge*

「 𝐉𝐎𝐇𝐍𝐍𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 」

「 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐀 」

「 𝐉𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐘𝐋𝐄𝐑 」

「 𝐅𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐀𝐃𝐋𝐄𝐑 」

frank picks up a teaching gig

「 𝐁𝐑𝐘𝐂𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐋𝐄𝐘 」

dark!ex!Bryce Langley chasing you through the woods*

「 𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐄𝐑 」

dad's assistant!Dennis x bratty!reader

「 𝐌𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐙𝐘 」

「 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

「 𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐈𝐋𝐋 」

「 𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐍 」

mr. Easter!Lloyd Hansen (soft dark, teacher!reader)*

You go to a Halloween carnival with your boyfriend.*

stepdad!Lloyd Hansen got with your family for business but wants to knock you up*

petplay with Lloyd Hansen | #petplay au

boyfriend’s stepdad!Lloyd Hansen (ft. boyfriend!Ransom Drysdale)*

Lloyd’s kinks (#kinky lloyd):

he corrupts you* | he takes you on vacation*

Prisoner!Lloyd (#prisoner!lloyd): concept | in his cell*

pervy gymnast coach!Lloyd Hansen x innocent!reader alone at the gym* | through your leotard* | punishment: stationary bike*

professor!Lloyd Hansen & professor!Ari Levinson: good dom, bad dom*

by the Lloyd Hansen enthusiast anon: sneaking onto Lloyd’s private beach* | you fuck up a mission*

「 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 」

CEvans!characters x bunny!reader (ft. Ari, Ransom, Steve)*

as pleasant as possible (ft. Steve, Andy, Chris, Ari)*

professor Barber x brat!reader x guest lecturer!Ari Levinson*

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universitypenguin · 3 years

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Master List

Important: My blog is 18+ and contains explicit content. Please do not follow if you are under age.

Note: 🔥 indicates the work contain explicit content or smut.

Updated: 3/3/2024

Multiple Characters (Crossover):

Ari Levinson, Steve Rogers, and Andy Barber

"Restitution"

Restitution - Masterlist 🔥

Short Stories featuring Restitution Characters:

Ari Wants a Baby - (Short Story) 🔥

The Bun is in the Oven - (Drabble) - Fluff

Ari Becomes a Father - Fluff

Complete - January 2022

Steve Rogers:

"But I Do...Love You"

But I Do...Love You - Chapter One

But I Do...Love You - Chapter Two 🔥

But I Do...Love You - Chapter Three 🔥

But I Do...Love You - Chapter Four 🔥

Complete - July 2021

Book Announcement & Link

Edited “BIDLY” into a novel - January 2023

"One Shots"

Steve Rogers - Sex Headcanon 🔥

Steve Rogers - New Obsession 🔥

“Kinktober Alphabet - Steve Rogers ”

Series masterlist 🔥

On Hiatus

Bucky Barnes:

"One Shots"

Bucky Barnes is a Traditional Man 🔥

"The Matchmaker: Related Drabbles"

The Winter Soldier is a Matchmaker… 🔥

Winter Soldier’s Match - Part 2 🔥

Lloyd Hansen:

“The Princess: Related Works”

Dedicated TPATL Masterlist

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part I

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part II

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part III 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part IV 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part V

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part VI

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part VII

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part VIII 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part IX

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part X

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XI 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XII 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XIII

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XIV

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XV

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XVI

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part XVII

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XVIII - pt.1

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XVIII - pt.2

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XIX

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XX

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXI 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXII 🔥

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXIII

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXIV

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXV

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXVI

The Princess and the Lawyer- Part XXVII

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part XXVIII

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part XXIX

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part XXX

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part XXXI

The Princess and the Lawyer - Part XXXII

Extra Content:

Backstory: How the Princess Met the Lawyer

Behind the scenes: Lloyd ask

Trial Prep with Andy: The Staircase Dilemma

Her Kinks: List of Princess’ Kinks

His Kinks: List of Lloyd’s Kinks

Lloyd’s Feelings: Post Ch. 7 Ask - Lloyd’s Feelings Towards Princess

Backstory: Lloyd’s perspective on Princess dating Aiden

Behind the scenes: Domestic

What would happen (ask): Jealousy

Side character face claims (ask): Zach & Landon

Lloyd & Princess’ relationship: Side character’s perspectives

How to celebrate the Holidays: Lloyd’s Best Christmas

Lloyd’s mental health: Has Lloyd opened up to Princess about his childhood?

Weekend Ask: What Lloyd & Princess do on the weekends

Music: Lloyd’s taste in music

Before they were dating: Friend dates

Valentine’s Day: Lloyd Hansen’s Valentine’s Day Campaign

Valentine’s Day (Princess’ Version): Finding the Right Balance

Invisible Threat Prank: Princess' Prank on Lloyd

What If: Princess Made Her Deal With Jake?

What If: Princess got pregnant?

Behind the scenes: Lloyd’s hospital reaction (post chapter 18)

Travis Kelce (ask): Lloyd gets compared to a tight end 🤣

Cheating Scandal (ask): If He Wanted To, He Would

Friendsgiving (ask): Lloyd hosts Friendsgiving

Love Languages (ask): Lloyd & Princess' Love Languages

Reading Recommendations:

Finding my reblogged fic recs

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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Mob bucky/seb or mob chris/andy recs??

Updated 07/04/21 ✨ = Just Added

To be added please tag me in your future works!

Hey Anon! I’m so glad you asked this because Mob/Mafia! Any version of those boys is my favorite. In my previous fic recs I recommended...

If love was an option by @mianorth » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Part 1 🦋 Part 2 🦋 Part 3

Good Little Wife & Good Little Girl by @donutloverxo » Mob!Andy Barber x Reader – A little dark and it has some really good smut in it.

Blackmail by @stargazingfangirl18 » Soft!DarkMafia Andy Barber x Female Reader — You were just doing it to protect your family, at least that’s what you kept telling yourself, especially once you started to like it. (One-Shot)

Blow Sweet and Thick by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Bucky is having a bad day, you can help him feel good. (Part of Mafia Monday’s)

Run To You by @bestofbucky » Mob!Boss Bucky x Reader — Mob boss Bucky Barnes hires you to be his bodyguard. (Series)

Can’t Run, Can’t Hide by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!MafiaBucky Barnes x Reader — When you get noticed by the infamous mob boss, you flee. But Bucky doesn’t like to be denied anything and he’s coming for you. (One-shot)

Six Feet | Ch.1 ⚰️ Ch.2 by @queenoftheworldisdead » Dark Mob!Steve x Reader + Dark Mob!Bucky x Reader — Your family’s small funeral home comes into financial trouble. In desperation your father finds the most unlikely solution to solve his financial problems. | (Short Series)

Bankrupt by @mypoisonedvine » dark!40’s!Mob!Stucky x Reader — Your husband’s gambling addiction quickly got him in hot water with the mob, and you by extension. When some debt collectors come by to settle what is owed, you realize that you have a lot more to worry about than money problems.

Partition by @angrythingstarlight » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky comforts you after a bad day, and your boss learns why no one messes with his girl. —> Part 2: Let Me Show You — You wanted to know what your mobster boyfriend did, lucky for you he’s more into the show then tell.

Say the word and it’s yours by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mobster boyfriend rescues you from a long, boring day at work. Bucky always said, “ask and its yours”

Lost Without You by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky Barnes would be lost with you. You’re his everything and he plans on spending Valentine’s Day proving it to you.

All Dressed In White by @angrythingstarlight » Dark!Mafia Bucky Barnes x Reader — You were going to marry someone else, Bucky won’t let that happen. You belong to him now and forever. Till Death Do You Part.

Thick As Thieves by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader x Mafia!Steve Rogers — The only thing the Mafia hates as much as snitches are thieves. And you’re planning on stealing from Bucky and Steve, what happens if you get caught?

Won’t Let You Go by @kind-of-crazy-butthatsokay » Mob!Bucky Barnes x OFC!Kori — Kori met Bucky in one of his clubs, out to get shit-faced with a couple of friends to forget about her worries and maybe take home a guy to further rid herself of her numerous frustrations. Little did she know that the one-night stand with Bucky would turn into so much more than that.

Tell Me What You Want by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader; Mafia!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Your mob boyfriend, is none other than Steve Rogers and he is willing to get you whatever you wanted, all you have to do is ask. And be careful what you ask for because he’s going to give it to you over and over again.

To Have & To Hold by @slyyywriting » Bucky Barnes x Mob Boss!Reader — Bucky is trying his best to provide and care for his daughter who just entered first grade. Everything was alright until she asks why everyone else seems to have a mom except for her. You’re just a plain mob boss who wants to turn a new leaf. Challenges arise when the world refuses to let you take a softer, non-violent route. A little girl helps you navigate a compromise.(series)

✨ Mob!Sugar Daddy!Stucky Moodboard by @brattycherubwrites » Mob!Stucky x Reader

✨ Laced Around Your Throat by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve x Reader, Mafia!Bucky x Reader — Your Mob boyfriend knows that the only thing that looks even better than his hand around your throat is his custom made necklace. You’re his girl and the world needs to know it.

✨ Hidden Gems by @jtargaryen18 » Mob!Steve Rogers x Mob!Daughter Reader — Your father is the head of one of the most powerful crime families in Boston but he’s protected you from that life. In your quiet home outside the city, you’ve been cared for and protected. When the desires of a more powerful man with the will to dominate bursts into your life, all your illusions are shattered as he comes to claim what is his.

Necessary Arrangements by @stargazingfangirl18 » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x (Different) Fem! Reader ft. Ransom Drysdale » One of my favorite series, chapters are decent sized and the smut is so good!

Hugs My Love by @thatfuckingweirdo » Mobster!Bucky Barnes x Reader — You just really need a hug, and Bucky is the only one you want it from.

my old man is a tough man, but he got a soul as sweet as blood red jam by @cloudystevie » Mob Boss!Steve Rogers x Fem!Reader — steve gives you what you want… kind of.

Brooklyn Wars by @world-of-aus » Stucky x Reader

Petals and Bullets by @revengingbarnes » Mob!Bucky Barnes x Reader (One of my all time favorites series)

I would check out @sinner-as-saint’s Masterlist they have quite a few Mob!Bucky series and one-shots that I have loved in the past.

Special by @buckycuddlebuddy » Bucky Barnes x Reader — this one-shot is really hot.

Love, Honor, and Obey by @constantwriter85 » Bucky Barnes — This one is good and I need to catch up on.

Mafioso by @captain-barnes-writes » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Please do yourself a favor and read.

Lipstick and Crayons by @oneoftheprettynerds » Dark!Steve Rogers x Reader - In Progress

A really good DarkMob!Steve Drabble called Please Hurt Me by @gotnofucks *chefs kiss*

The Mobster’s Little Girl by @smutsonian » Steve Rogers x Reader

off to the races 🐻 off to the races 2 by @harryspet » Soft!Dark Steve Rogers x Reader

The Ignorant Beauty & the Beast by @mysterioh » Steve Rogers x Reader – With 21 parts sadly it hasn’t been updated in 8 months, it’s one of my favorite Mob!Steve Roger fics out there. *Thanks to @inactivewhore I found out this story was moved to AO3 and is now called where angels fear to tread it was last updated on 13/11/20*

What It Takes by @cherienymphe » Bucky Barnes x Reader — You left Bucky once you found out who he really is. The one thing you thought would guarantee your safety ends up sealing your fate.

Welcome Home by @punani » Chris Evans x Black!Reader — He’s been away for awhile, but he knows that his girl’s loyalty to him knows no bounds. Knows she’s been waiting for him after her adamancy in telling him there was no other option. It’s only right to make the reunion a memorable one. | So, so, so, so freaking good!

These are what I found on Tumblr that I plan on reading.

Handmaid by @extremelyblackandwhite » Sebastian Stan x ingenue!Reader — y/n works as a handmaid for the daughter of an influential mob leader who is promised to the new boss of the most powerful mob family in new york, sebastian.

AO3 Website Reccomendations

Satellite Heart » Stucky x Reader — You used to be Steve and Bucky's girl. Then they fucking left without saying goodbye. Little did they know, you were pregnant. But life went on. You raised your Talia to the best of your ability. But one day, everything goes to shit. Now your boys are back in your life. And they're not planning on leaving anytime soon.

Little Fox A/B/O Series » Soft!Dark Bucky Barnes x Soft!Dark Natasha Romanoff x OFC! & Peter Parker x Soft!Dark Tony Stark — So I can’t stress this enough you need to read the tags for this series and I kept getting confused as I read this story as to how old Violet Mason is. But this series takes you on a roller coaster, I like it, my cousin didn’t finish it, I need to catch up.

Pelmeni *finished* » Stucky x Reader — James Bucky Barnes has a good life, as a member of a powerful organized crime syndicate. His best friend Steve is a member too and his literal partner in crime. Bucky's got a problem though. You. His longtime love and secret girlfriend. Unfortunately, your father is his boss and has plans for you that involve normal life. Steve has a problem too. Steve wants in on your relationship and more than the semi-regular/occasional steamy threesomes. You don't have a problem, you're just busy with a big mob wedding coming up, which means a big celebration, that you're busy catering for.

Dying For This Love » Dark!Bucky x Reader — That was before. When you were Bucky’s girl. Now, you have a score to settle. That’s why you’re wearing Bucky’s favorite red satin dress, the one with the cuts that reach right up to the tops of your thighs, the tennis necklace he gifted you for your anniversary, and are fresh off of a mani/pedi and hair appointment. He’s going to regret the day he fucked with you. | This one is intense and a tad bit dark, but the smut is good.

off to the races » Steve Rogers x Reader — In which you call the kingpin your Daddy.

The Mobster’s Little Girl » Steve Rogers x Reader — what happens when the big bad mobster gets blackmailed by your father to marry you? (kind of fluffy kind of not. kinda dark kinda not.)

Brooklyn Sweethearts » Dark!Stucky x Reader — Bucky and Steve had always been meant to keep her safe and happy. As far as anyone else was concerned, that was their sole reason for being alive. Unfortunately, the things that kept her safe were not always the things that kept her happy. Lately, she was making it pretty damn hard for them to compromise. | Probably one of my all time favorite Mafia!Stucky stories I have ever read, just sadly it also hasn’t been updated in like 8 months and I keep hoping it will get updated.

Hot Doll » Skinny!MobBoss Steve Rogers x Reader — Steve Rogers is on the rise in the New York underground as you’re trying to keep your own place there. | Dark and good!

Doctor Doctor » Steve Rogers x PlusSize! Reader — (1940 Mobster AU!) You're a war widow down on her luck; and the King of Brooklyn, Steve Rogers, takes notice. | Another one of my favorites. A little bit dark as well.

The Widow » Dark!MobBoss x Reader — It’s the 1920s and everyone’s having a roaring time but you. | Trust me it’s just dark enough.

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Consciousness Of Guilt

Ch23

Summary: It’s a typical Sunday in the Barber household, and for you and Andy, the domestic life is very, very welcome.

W/C: 5k ish

Warnings: Bad language, Smut (nsfw) no under 18s- minors are hereby prohibited from reading and engaging. And Dad Andy…I mean…

A/N: So, a little jump forward in time here as we start now moving through towards where I, sadly, will be wrapping this story up. Don’t worry, we’re not there just yet but…nothing ever lasts forever I suppose ☺️🥺

Consciousness of Guilt Masterlist // Main Masterlist

Ch 22

“Dadda…dadda…”

You chuckled to yourself as besides you, Andy stirred and then made a noise of dissent. Having rolled in at two AM the morning before from some fancy dinner party where he had been schmoozing some client, you knew his head was bound to be sore after barely four hours of sleep.

And normally, you’d leave him to sleep his hangover off. But then it wasn’t your name your fifteen month old was calling, was it?

“Dadda…DAADDDAAAA!”

“Alright, alright!” Andy groaned as he rolled into his back, scrunching his face up. “Jesus, my head…”

You bit your lip as you turned to look at him, “I did warn you to quit drinking when you called as-”

“Yeah, yeah…” he sighed and then rolled himself a little ungracefully out of bed, “laugh it up…”

With a chuckle, you watched him straighten his sleep pants and the white tee he had on, before he opened the door to your bedroom and made his way down the hallway of your new home. The jangle of a metal dog tag and collar told you Grant was following him.

You heard the door to Lucy’s room click open, there was a shriek of excitement over the baby monitor and you turned to see her on screen, stood up in her crib, her hands curled round the bars. “Hi, dadda! Hi!”

“Hi, bunny.” Andy’s voice was soft as he picked her up, pressing a kiss to the side of her head.

“Gw-ant!”

Andy chuckled, “yeah, Grant’s here too. Now, shall we change your diaper then go find mama?”

“Mamama!”

“Yeah, mama. Come on.”

You lay on your back, smiling as you listened to Andy chatting to Lucy as he changed her. It had been a whirlwind since her birth. But you wouldn’t change a single minute of it, the ups or the downs. The first smile, first crawl, first steps, first word, first Christmas and first birthday. Your first Mother’s Day, Andy’s first Father’s Day with you…it had all been beyond special, and you were ridiculously happy. Andy was too, and it showed. He didn’t waste a single chance to show off his precious little daughter, happily taking her to the office when he could. He spent any time possible with the pair of you, be it aquarium visits, going to the park, walking Grant…or more recent tending to the garden of the house you had bought on the outskirts of Boulder.

To anyone on the outside, well, you guessed it might be boring. A far cry from the lavish nights out and posh legal dinners you had once attended on a regular basis. But to the pair of you, it was simply perfect.

You'd settled into motherhood surprisingly well. Your parents were beyond encouraging, your mother always there to answer a question or pick up the phone on a frustrating night. Andy did his best too, helping in all areas and soothing your worries with things he remembered Jacob had done.

Some moments had been hard work, like the teething, the first time she had been sick and kept you up all night, monitoring her temperature and debating with Andy whether or not you needed to go to the ER.

But with the solid foundation in your relationship, you and Andy made the decisions together. You took shifts in times like that. And even in the earlier weeks, as you adjusted to the 'round the clock’ feeding your newborn wanted to do, Andy was right there, holding her, soothing her and taking over for a bit just so you could rest and they could bond.

By Lucy's first six months, sleep training and baby led weaning with foods were becoming your specialty. You’d loved it too. Not just your role, but watching Andy flourish in his. His naturally authoritative, yet inherently cool, collected nature transferred to parenthood perfectly.

It was invigorating, inspiring and down right God damned intoxicating.

You heard Lucy's little squeals as they neared the bedroom, Andy's deep baritone making her giggle for some reason or another. And soon enough, chubby little hands and a grinning little face with eyes like her daddy's and a mess of brown curls atop her head were leaning into your space as Andy brought the shuttle in for a landing.

“Hi, Looby!” You grinned as she giggled, holding her arms out. You plucked her from Andy's hands and he took the free second to head to the bathroom.

"Mamama," Lucy babbled.

Grant hopped up on the bed and she let out a giggle, clapping her hands. She crawled over to him and flopped right into his side to cuddle into her best friend.

He'd been the best pup since her arrival. A little rotten in the beginning, vying for attention from you and annoying the hell out of Andy more. But he didn't take more than a couple of days to warm up to the little bundle in blankets that made a lot of noise and demanded your attention.

He slept between rooms most times until Lucy settled for the night, finding his space in his basket at the foot of your bed eventually. He followed her around the house no doubt because she'd drop snacks and while he still held his mischievous streak, it made Lucy laugh, you giggle and Andy swear that he would become a coat more often than you jokingly were comfortable with.

He licked the side of her face and she laughed, pushing his nose. “Gwant, kiss!”

"Did he say good morning, bunny?" You chuckled as you watched them.

She grinned again, her hair all over the place as you attempted to smooth it down. Then she squealed as Grant stuck his cold nose into her ear.

This brought a deep laugh from your right as Andy emerged from the ensuite and crawled back into bed with his girls.

"Some-bunny woke up extra happy this morning," he beamed.

This was how many weekend mornings went in the Barber house. Lucy would call for one of you, usually Andy; since she'd learned her first handful of words, and after a quick diaper change with sometimes a morning bottle, the three of you would cuddle in bed until Lucy became restless for more space.

Lucy turned to Andy and pointed to the TV on the wall, “Iddle Futt?”

You bit back your laugh and smirked. Since Lucy had learned to talk, her word bank so far included ‘hi’, 'dada', 'mamama', 'gwant', 'nack', 'molk', 'oush', 'kiss', 'pee-ny', 'papa' 'gammy' and once she'd seen her first cartoon film 'The Land Before Time', after a bit of practice 'iddle futt'.

Andy groaned, “again?”

Andy swore her desire to watch the animated classic was Jacob's doing from above. A little bit of humor as he too had been obsessed with the film and its characters.

You smirked as he reached for the remote, never able to deny her, and he flicked the TV on, scrolling through the various downloaded movies on the box.

"Shall I make us some coffee and little miss here a bottle?" You offered as Lucy moved away from Grant and settled into Andy's side.

He nodded, “please, Angel. My head is banging.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, "You got it."

"Mamama molk?" Lucy's little voice chirped.

"What do we say, Lucy?" You pressed and the little toddler smiled.

"Mamama, molk," then signed for please as she circled her little hand over her chest.

"Please," you smiled, "good girl."

She beamed at you, praise always something she sought and you kissed her head before you slipped out of bed, leaving them to it.

Grant followed you downstairs, keen to go potty. You let him out, shivering a little against the brisk early morning March air.

Knowing Andy would likely need food too, you set about making a plate of toast for you all to share too, ensuring there were some pieces cut into small triangles for Lucy. She loved toast, the crunch of it always pleasing her. You found she had these little quirks that reminded you a lot of her father. The crunch of toast, her tactile nature, the usual carefulness with her toys and the nurturing vibe she had towards many things.

You set everything on a tray, tossed an errant piece of toast to Grant and then headed back up the wide, wooden staircase that had been stripped ready for the new carpet which was arriving next week.

Your little, well not so little, farmhouse was nestled outside of Boulder with a glorious view all around. The front yard was the quaint country neighborhood you'd fallen in love with and the back was the valley and mountains in the near distance. Every important window faced East, one of the singular things you fell in love with. And while it needed updating and work in areas, it was what you had told Andy was your dream home and you found yourself hoping to eventually expand and continue to raise your family in it.

You'd celebrated Lucy's first birthday in the condo before vacating it and leaving it empty for now, knowing you'd need it to sleep in with a few of the major renovations planned coming up, and in the mean time it served as a great place for Penny or your parents to use rather than a hotel when they came for a visit and wanted their own space, even though you’d happily have them stay with you.

You were in two minds as to whether to keep it long term and rent it, or have it spare in case Andy ever needed to be closer to the office. It wasn’t like it cost you much. There was no mortgage on it; the one good thing that had come out of your horrific experience with Drysdale was that you were financially set for life, even if your plan was to still go ahead with the charity or foundation you had mentioned to Andy years ago.

Your foot hit a creak in the wood floor before your room and you cringed, making a mental note to as that to the fixer upper list along with picking out chairs for the wrap around porch and seed for the lawn out back. You headed in, and both sets of eyes turned to you and Lucy grinned.

“Nack!” She clapped as she spotted the toast.

"Yep, Daddy needs the snack so you can share." You set the tray on Andy's side table as Grant sniffed at it.

“Back off, you spotty little…”

“Andrew!”

"What?!" He gasped, playfully.

You shook your head and retreated to the ensuite for the Advil. “The day she repeats that, I swear I will not be impressed.” You tossed them to him.

"I know, but look at him Angel," Andy sighed. "He's a menace. Out to pi... Get me going every chance he gets."

“He’s a dog, he doesn’t get up in the morning and think, ‘you know what, today I’m gonna chew up dad’s shoe to annoy him’.” You laughed.

“So you think," Andy rolled his eyes as he tossed back two pills and chased it down with his coffee.

You snorted and took your own coffee, before you handed Lucy her milk. She tapped her fingers to her chin, the sign for 'thank you' and started in on her sippy cup. She took a few sips and then grinned as Andy handed her one of the smaller pieces of toast.

"Princess ," you snorted.

Andy didn’t even try and deny it, he simply popped a shoulder and chuckled as he kissed Lucy’s head. “Yup, Princess Looby Loo, huh baby?”

"Roawwwwr!" She said loudly as Little Foot came on, just grown a bit from his egg shell. She hadn't even heard Andy's comment.

But he sure did cringe at the sound of her loud and little roar.

You bit back the laugh at the pained expression on his face, and the puzzled one on Lucy’s as her Daddysaurus Rex wasn’t roaring back. Lucy did it again and waited.

With a deep inhale, Andy grimaced as he roared back, a little loader than Lucy and she squealed, a noise so high pitched it went through you and turned Andy green

"Toast, eat the toast," you laughed as you brought your mug to your lips.

Eventually, Andy dozed off as you and Lucy finished the film. You plucked her from the bed and the two of you headed downstairs for some real breakfast and for her to play a bit.

You sat on the floor with her, helping her arrange the bright coloured blocks into small walls, which she in turn smashed down with her toy dinosaurs.

The ancient reptiles had become a huge obsession with her for the last four months or so, with no interest in baby dolls but loved her animals the same. The one doll she played with all the time had been a gift from Joanna and her wife for Lucy's first birthday, as it looked just like her. The other favorite toys, her dinosaurs, were gifted from Uncle Ron, Aunt Eva and Aunt Amber.

It never ceased to amaze you just how strong her personality was. She knew what she wanted, even if she couldn’t articulate it she would show you, and the patience Andy had with her was way beyond anything you could have hoped for. The amount of time he had and made for her too was important to him, probably more than it was to you, if you were honest. By his own admission, due to the amount of work he had needed to do to support his family, Andy probably wasn’t physically there as much as he would have liked to be when Jake was a baby and young toddler, and he’d told you that this time round he was in a position to change that, so he was going to. He worked from home more; the 8pm office finishes were a thing of the past and he very rarely went in on a Friday, instead choosing to work from his home office. Weekend working had all but become a distant memory, and you could count on one hand the amount of business trips he’d had to take since her birth.

All that said, it hurt your heart when you thought about just how much Andy must remember and recall doing with his son when he did the same things, or even different things with Looby. But he never once complained or let on if things upset him. You’d see it in his eyes or on his face, but before you could even think to prompt him to talk, it was gone, and nothing but a smile for your little girl remained and he’d save his reflections or memories for a private moment, when he could talk to you later.

Those deep and sometimes painful, often tearful conversations came late at night when the house was quiet and Lucy was fast asleep. The two of you would be in bed cuddled up in the dark or sitting on the lounge with nightcaps in your hands as you nestled into one another; and you didn’t mind one bit. Andy was still grieving, probably always would in a way, and those moments he would open up to you became his outlet. And you let him lean on you, just as you had once upon a time leaned on him.

This was your picture perfect life now. It wasn't always easy or simple, it came with regular fears and disagreements, sometimes quarrels and always make ups, but it was your life and there was nothing more precious to you than this. You'd lived literally through hell and came back from it, only to have a life you'd just dreamed of and never though possible.

Lucy gave a particularly loud giggle, which snapped your attention back to her as she moved her toy t-Rex, bashing it on the pile of rocks making loud noses

"Well, that looks fun," Andy said coming into the play room.

“Dadda!”

Andy dropped down to the floor with you both, Grant thinking he was there to play with him, started licking his face excitedly, his tail whacking Lucy and tearing down her remaining tower.

“Oush!” She winced as his tail hit her on the side of the arm, and she toppled backwards, scrambling towards you, tears in her eyes.

"Oh, Looby," you sighed, "you're alright, bunny. I know that tail hurts."

“One clip with the shears…” Andy sighed, pushing Grant away but at the same time, scratching his ear. Empty threats, you knew, for he loved your rowdy dog even if he kept up the grumpy, pretend facade. Never the less, you glared at him as Lucy scrambled into your lap for a snuggle.

He shrugged and rolled his eyes, sternly then telling Grant to settle down as you soothed Lucy. Grant flopped onto his back, his pink sporty belly on display.

"Dummy," Andy chuckled. "Doesn't know what kind of dog he is."

“He’s our dog.” You replied as Lucy wriggled in your arms for you to let go, clearly over her upset, “that’s all he needs to know,” you finished with a smile.

"So, what shall we do today?" Andy led on his side and helped Lucy build.

“Well…it’s cold out but a nice day, and he needs walking. We could go to the park, nip to the pet store on the way back as he’s running low on food and then I can cook dinner?”

“Or we can grab something?” Andy looked at you, “I’m hankering for something greasy and very bad for me.”

“I’ll make burgers?” You offered, “we can get a selection of toppings and you can load yours up with whatever you fancy.”

"Yes!" Andy grinned, "you make them, I'll grill them."

“Settlement accepted, counsellor.” You winked.

*****

Dressed for the chilly spring weather, the three of you headed out with Grant on leash for the park nestled in the middle of your little country neighborhood.

As you drew closer, Lucy seemingly started to recognise her surroundings and began to squeal excitedly, jumping around in her stroller.

"Out! Out!"

“Okay, that’s a new one!” Andy chuckled as you beamed back at him.

"Hang on, bunny," you soothed, "Hang on!" You hurried to unbuckle her and adjust her little beanie atop her head before she started to toddle towards the swings.

“Fahk…” Andy grumbled as she shot off, “here…” he thrust Grant’s lead at you as he hurried after Lucy, catching her just in time as she tipped forward, her body moving too fast for her little legs.

"Slow down there Looby-sarus. You're not a pro yet."

“Dadda!” She wriggled in his arms, “out!”

“I see that’s going to be the new word of choice for a while, huh?” He asked, kissing her cheek which caused her to giggle and grab at his beard. “Erm, Lucy…ouch…no.”

“Bit harder, Looby.” You grinned as you caught up to them and Andy turned to you, giving you a look.

“Angel…”

You batted your eyes innocently as he set Lucy down and followed her to the swings.

"You're trouble."

"Don’t know what you mean.” You replied as he lifted Lucy up to place her in the seat.

"Hold on, Lucy," Andy said softly as he pulled the bucket back a little ways and let it go. The toddler giggled and clapped as she swung forward and back, every few swings Andy pushing her more.

You whipped out your phone to snap a few shots and a video, smiling to yourself at the sheer happiness on both Lucy, and Andy’s faces.

The amount of snaps and videos you had over the last fifteen months was hilarious as you both filled the Cloud full and needed to upgrade.But you didn’t care, you wanted the memories to actually be there to look at whenever you wanted and to share with whom you chose.

You knew it was one of the things Andy felt regret over with Jacob; not enough photos or physical things remained from those early years. In the end, he was left with an unfinished baby book and an old Chutes and Ladders game. He hated the fact that there wasn’t much he could show you, or Lucy when she was old enough. All he had were the memories that existed nowhere but in his head

Andy caught the swing, leaving Looby dangling backwards a little as he peered over at her and she grinned, screaming and yelling nonsense at him before she descended into fits of laughter as Andy let go. With a growl over her, he pretended to snap at her as she giggled louder. It made you both grin and chuckle, that typical baby laugh that most toddlers had.

After a while of course she wanted "out" and you proceeded to walk Grant around the sidewalk while Andy took Lucy up the play structure. Then she wanted to go on the slide, then to watch some of the older kids playing on the hopscotch grid, which she attempted to copy, making you both laugh at her uncoordinated leg movements.

Her bum hit the pour and play more often than she could stand and finally Andy held both of her hands and wrists in his big palms and dipped her toes in each square. She giggled and made little noises of delight, her eyes focused on the ground below her as he moved her over the coloured squares and numbers.

“Good job!” You beamed as she looked at you and grinned.

“Mamama!”

You waited at the end of the course with a grin. After her toes hit '10', Andy had Looby soar up and away, landing into your outstretched arms, Grant barking at the giggles.

"Let's get home, huh? Let someone nap?" Andy offered.

“Is that code for daddy also needs a nap?” You chuckled as you kissed Lucy’s cheek.

“Oh it ain’t code, I absolutely need a nap.” He admitted.

"Alright, back we go." You giggled. Andy carried Lucy back on his shoulders, while Grant trotted alongside the stroller while his leash sat in your hand. When you got back home, Grant found his water bowl while Andy took care of Lucy's diaper and decided that they could cuddle for naptime.

You sorted your market list and left him to handle the nap while you shopped.

An hour later, you were driving back into the drive with your grocery loot in the cargo of your Jeep. You'd gotten the essentials for burgers and a nice salad, beer for Andy, a crisp wine for yourself, dog food from the pet store and a cheesecake from Patti's.

You headed inside, the house was quiet and you crept into the den to see Andy and Lucy both fast asleep on the sofa, Lucy sprawled over her daddy’s chest as his two large arms held her safely to him.

You couldn't resist capturing the knocked out duo again on camera before unloading the groceries.

You were just about finished when you heard soft spoken words coming from the den over the monitor so you listened in only to hear an intimate one sides conversation with Andy to a drowsy Lucy.

“You know, eventually, you’re gonna be too big to wanna snuggle with me like this, Bunny.” You heard him kiss her head or her cheek. "One day you're gonna want nothing to do with Daddy and I'll embarrass you all for the right reasons."

You smiled to yourself, because whilst you might expect a few teenage years where Looby grew sullen and wanted independence, you had absolutely no doubt she would be a daddy’s girl for the rest of her life.

“But, no matter what, I’ll always be here for you. You know that, huh? Well, you will one day. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you. I did everything I could for your brother, and I don't stop when it comes to your mom, I won't stop with you, Bunny. You and Mommy are my second chance at everything."

You licked your lips as you heard Lucy mumble something that you didn’t quite hear, but Andy did and you heard him chuckle.

“Always…” then you heard the sound of him kiss her again, “does daddy get one?”

A faint little kiss to his cheek could be heard and then you sniffed and went back to your task. As quick as the moment was there, it was over. You heard footsteps across the wood and looked up from the counter to see Lucy in Andy's arms, still trying to wake, as Andy stood bright eyed and rested.

"Well, hello sleeping beauties.”

Andy smiled as he gave you a quick kiss. “Hey, honey.”

"Feeling better?"

“Well, I could hardly feel any worse, but yes, thank you.” He chuckled as he glanced at Lucy, who was resting her head on his shoulder, blinking.

She gave you a small smile. “Mama molk?”

"Sure, bunny, but just half before dinner." You nodded.

She blinked back as Andy adjusted her a little in his arms. She peered at the items on the side and pointed to the avocado making an interested noise.

"That's for dinner," you picked it up and showed her. "A-vo-ca-do."

She reached out and you let her touch it, her face furrowed in concentration. She then looked at you, then to Andy, curiously. "Num-nums," she smiled.

Andy nodded, “that’s right…you wanna try some, huh?”

She signed 'please' and you took back the fruit from her. Andy single handedly grabbed her some milk while you opened up the avocado and took a small bite out of it for her. She'd had them ages ago, when she was first into solids and she'd had them many times since, but her sparked interest had you giving her a quick taste to associate the word with the object.

She took the piece with her sign for thank you, examined it for a moment before she popped it into her mouth and chewed.

"Num-nums!"

“That good?”

She nodded and then signed for more.

“You can have some with dinner, okay?”

She blinked, seemingly okay with this and then started to wriggle. "Out." She said as she struggled to get free from Andy's arms.

"No way, Little Miss, diaper first."

She pouted, her eyes narrowing a little as she glared at Andy.

"Lucy Jo..." Andy firmly said.

“Out!”

"Nope." Andy set the sippy cup down and headed for the stairs.

You could hear her yells and shouts of protest, as she started to cry, Andy simply continued to talk to her, his voice level and calm. Her tantrums were few and far between; all things considered she was a very well behaved and good mannered toddler, but when she did, you hated it. Andy, however, found it amusing and you’d yet to see him get flustered or annoyed with her when she threw one down.

In moments, Lucy was back down the stairs in his arms with a tear stained face and blotchy cheeks. Andy kissed her, handed her the sippy cup and set her down. She took it from him and toddled away, throwing him a filthy glare as she did so.

Andy arched a brow as he watched her go before he turned to you, “if looks could kill…”

"She throws the best of them," you snorted while preparing the burger meat.

“Oh, she’s a madam.” He chuckled, his hands resting on your hips as he kissed the back of your neck. “She gets that from you.”

"You better watch yourself, sir." You wiggled your tush at him. "First your park comments and now that, batting 0-2 there Counselor."

“I’ll make it up to you later,” he murmured, those whiskers of his brushing your skin.

"Hmmm, we'll see." You tilted your chin and craned your neck to capture his lips. "Go warm the grill, these won't take long and I need to cut the toppings up."

“Yes, ma’am.” He smiled against your mouth. He cast a quick look at Lucy who was sat on the rug, her sippy cup in her hands, eyes watching the pair of you. “Looby, wanna come with daddy?”

"Out." She said with glee and helped herself stand, never once dropping her cup.

“Okay, come on…” he wandered into the mud room and came back with her little Ugg boots and jacket, “pop these on so you don’t get cold.”

"No."

“Okay that’s two new words today, aren’t we the lucky ones?” Andy arched his brow, sarcasm lacing his tone as you laughed. “No coat, no out.”

Lucy set her cup down and as Grant went to inspect it, she shouted "no!"

Andy let out a sigh. “Lucy, coat or you stay here. What do you want to do?”

"Out."

“Then come on, get your coat on.”

She toddled over and stood there as Andy knelt to bundle her up. Then in a single motion grabbed Lucy and the sippy and carted her out the slider, Grant following.

You finished making the burgers, before you popped them on a plate ready to take out and set about with the toppings. About ten or so minutes later, Andy called and you headed out back with the plate so he could grill.

Soon after, you had set up the little burger making station for Andy and you to top your own off, and a little plate for Lucy containing some sliced raw veggies and a burger of her own, cut up into pieces.

As you settled your little firecracker into her high-chair, Andy poured you a glass of wine and opened himself a beer, setting them at the table as you placed a sippy cup of juice by Lucy. She signed thank you and took a drink as you kissed her head.

Dinner was calm, as usual, talk of the day, what the two of you might catch up on for the night with television or a movie. Sometimes you'd just read in the den. You'd made an agreement that after dinner, it was bath and bed with Lucy and time together as a couple. No work, if it could be helped, and no house chores or projects unless necessary.

Lucy sat in her chair and ate her cut up cheese burger in the bite size pieces you had them in. She ate everything, bar a few little pieces of bread and sat there content to watch you and Andy as you finished.

When you were both through, Andy offered to clean up while you bathed Lucy. A promise made to meet you in her nursery for story time.

You knelt by the tub as you cleaned her down and washed her hair, Lucy playing with her toys, every so often making a splash and giggling away.

"Get back here you slippery fish!" You laughed as it soon became a game.

All bathed, you wrapped her in her little hooded towel and carried her into her room. Lathered in lavender lotion, curls brushed through and fresh diaper with her pyjamas on, she snuggled into you as you carried her around to put her towel away and sat her on the counter to brush her teeth.

She made a little question noise and gripped the brush. You guided her hand as she tried to brush them herself, making sure she did it properly then beamed.

“Good job, baby.”

She was a smart cookie, learning more and more every day, excelling in areas you hadn't expected. She loved to learn and her independence was exciting. Andy loved it too, he confided in you that she was different to Jake in that way. He had been quite a clingy child, up until the age of eight or so, where as Lucy was so brave in her own little ways.

He always wanted to attribute that to you and your strong nature. Your drive and will. She had sass and that was you, but you knew her short temper streak was explosive like Andy's could be. All in all, Lucy Jo Barber was a mix of her parents in equal parts.

You settled her on your lap in the chair, her pacifier in her mouth as her hands tangled in the front of your sweater, a tell tale sign she was sleepy. Andy came in at the perfect moment as you started to rock in the glider. He plucked a book from the shelf, 'Guess How Much I Love You' by Sam McBratney, and sat down to read it. Grant trotted in behind him and settled himself near the glider, like he'd done ever night since you'd brought Lucy home.

As Andy read, his soothing baritone filled the room and you gently held your daughter in your arms, your hand carding through her hair. The book was short, and her time to sleep had come, her little hands going lax against your sweater as she closed those long lashes against her cheek.

“She’s out…” you whispered to Andy.

He nodded and closed the board book and stood to place it back on the shelf. You stood from the glider and gently led her down in her crib and covered her with her blanket before kissing her temple.

"Goodnight my little bunny," you whispered.

Andy leaned down, his hand smoothing over her hair as he cupped her cheek, before he too leaned over to kiss her.

“Goodnight, Looby Loo.” He smiled, as you reached round to flick the monitor and the night light on.

Andy stayed where he was for a second, his eyes studying his daughter. He softly smiled and you waited for him by the doorway.

“You okay?” You asked as he pulled the door behind him, leaving it open just an inch or so.

"Great." He winked.

“Good…because for a moment this morning, I thought the hangover was gonna finish you off. I was ready to call Ron, tell him he needed a new senior partner.”

"You wish," he scoffed. "Always trying to get rid of me. Do I need up the life insurance?"

“Oh, you’re making murder jokes now?” You arched a brow, “you fat hypocrite, you don’t like it when I do that…”

"I have a fat something you might like."

“Andrew Steven Barber!”

"Shhhhhhh, you'll wake up Lucy!" He checked as his hands fell to your waist.

“Not a chance, she gets her sleeping habits from her daddy. This place could fall to the ground round her and she’d hardly stir.” You grinned as your hands slid up his chest.

“That’s one of the main ways she differs from Jake, you know.” He pondered, “me and Laurie could hardly breath even passing his room and he’d be wide away, shouting for her. They’re so different in so many ways, but so similar in others. Just then, she was pulling a face in her sleep and… for a split second it was just like looking at him.”

Your grin softened and you sighed, "I know it's hard sometimes, BB."

“That’s the thing it…it’s not.” He shook his head and looked at you honestly. “I mean, I miss him. I always will, but how could anything to do with her be hard? She’s a damned blessing, one i thank the universe for every single day.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, "I could say the same about both of you."

“Hmmm maybe I could count you in there too.” He winked.

"Oh Barber..."

“Oh, just the surname?”

"You're in a mood tonight aren't you?"

He simply grinned.

"Well, what do we do about it?"

“Why don’t you use your imagination, Mrs Barber?”

"I could but it might ruin my expectations."

“What expectations are they?”

"To fulfill whatever need you may have. How do you want me, Counselor?" Your voice lowered. "Soft, slow?" You trailed your fingers down Andy's tee. "Needy and fast?" They stopped at the hem and his denims waist band. "Or rough and deep?"

“Fahk, Angel…” he hissed as your nails scratched across the skin of his belly, “I don’t care…”

"Make a choice, Andy," you encouraged. "You're in control."

“Slow, baby…let me love on you…”

"My favorite..." You smirk, standing on the balls of your feet for a kiss to his lips.

His hands cupped your face as he held you to him, his mouth seeking yours out. He pulled you in as the two of you backed out of the hall and into your room, just opposite of Lucy's. Andy spun you round as he kicked the door shut, and you heard Grant huff as he settled outside the door. You giggled a little against his lips and ran a soft hand over his beard.

“You know…” he pecked your mouth, before his lips moved to your jaw, “today…it was…just so normal, and so perfect.”

"Like most of our days," you agreed.

“I really don’t wanna go to Seattle next week.” He sighed.

“I know." You whimpered as his lips caught your ear. "It's just a few days."

“I can cancel…”

Your fingers ran through his hair as they cupped his neck. "You can't." You sighed, "the case is too big."

“Fahk the case, I’ll make Ron do it…”

"So needy, Counselor," your free hand found the hem of his shirt and you in turn found the skin of his soft but still there abs.

“Can you blame me?” He softly nipped at your neck. “I don’t wanna leave my girls for four hours, let alone four days…”

“Sounds obsessive," you joked as you now took your hand from his neck and brought it down to join your other as you undid his flies.

“It’s an affliction, yeah…”

You tugged on his hem now, trying to give him hints. He wanted slow, he wanted to love on you, but you both needed to be naked for that. You wanted to see that ink he got when Lucy was merely weeks old. A surprise to you.

With a chuckle he pulled back and lifted his arms, allowing you to shove the shirt up and over. Your finger outlined the script on his chest, opposite that bird of prey he'd had for years. It was her name in soft, calligraphic font and it sat just underneath Jacob’s did followed by the quote, ‘always on my mind, forever in my heart.’

His eyes tracked your movements, before you raised your head and looked at him. Your eyes were dark, soft, full of love, you knew they were. For that was how you always looked at him. You felt it. "I love you."

“I love you too, honey. So, so much.”

"Show me, Counselor."

With a soft smile, his lips met yours as his hands found the bottom of your sweater. In a smooth movement, he had it up and over your head.

Your fuller and curvier body changes since having Lucy always sparked a desire in him. The way he'd see you around the office in your suits, you worked damn hard. He swallowed before he kissed you again, his fingers in the waistband of your jeans pulling you closer, pressing you to him.

His hands wound around your hips and down the curve of your ass.

“Andy…”

"Angel...."

Your fingers popped the last button of his flies and you grinned, “take your pants off…”

You didn't have to ask twice.

With a cheeky grin that made him look a good twenty years younger, he pushed his jeans and boxers down in one quick movement and kicked them away as you reached behind you, undoing your bra. Your eyes still on his, you dropped it to the floor as his hands then moved to the button of your jeans.

He was slow to pull that zip along its teeth and drag those jeans down your legs, kneeling before you. His hand wrapped around each ankle and pulled them free. His bearded lips kissed a slow trail up the inside of your leg. You watched as he did so. His tongue dragging in some spots. Your hands tangled in his hair, the fluffy, longer locks devoid of any styling product, still soft from his shower that morning. Your head tipped back and you sighed in happiness.

"Get on the bed, Angel."

A last, playful tug of his hair earned you a nip to the inside of your thigh as you walked backwards to your bed.

You hopped up on the mattress and watched as he stalked you. His big but gentle hands again cupped your face before one dragged his long and thick fingers down your neck. The soft pads imprinted finger prints like a ghost as he pushed on your sternum until you were led flat. His frame caged you in, both of you naked and ready.

“Oh, honey…” he whispered against your neck, his lips feather soft.

Your words were vacant but your expressive sighs and pants were all he needed.

His hands found yours, fingers snaking between your own, pinning them to the soft duvet, either side of your head.

"Need you, Angel," Andy's voice was raspy in your ear and you couldn't surpress the sound that left your own lips in reply.

“Need you too, BB…” your words finally formed as his teeth grazed your skin.

He dropped one of your hands, gliding his fingers and a flat palm down your arm, over your beast and along your ribs and side and between your bodies. He grabbed himself and rubbed his tip between your folds before he slid right in. You gasped, your back arching a little as he groaned, his hand once more finding yourself.

Andy rolled his hips, his weight covering you, but at a gentle distribution. His forearms and knees bore most of it. His lips dragged up your neck until they found your mouth as he rolled into you. You kissed him, hungrily as your fingers tightened around his.

Andy grunted, "fahk, you feel so good."

You moaned at his praise, your legs hiking round his waist, ankles locking at the base of his spine. This was his favourite way to have you; on your back, holding your hands, surrendering to him in a way that made it possible for him to see your eyes as they darkened with each rock and roll into you.

"So beautiful, baby."

Your eyes sparkled in the dim light of the room as he stared at your face, before his lips crashed back to yours. Again your hands in his squeezed, your thighs and knees doing the same around his hips.

It was a constant push and pull between the pair of you, but never rushed. There was no hurry, nothing outside of that room mattered to either of you, not for the moment. Slowly, slowly, Andy pushed you higher and higher. His lips on your neck, collar bone, tracing a line down to your breasts.

Sweat sheened your skin and Andy's hair dropped over his brow. "I'm so close, BB."

Soft teeth grazed your nipple and you gasped, arching into his mouth. He continued, a little while later moving his attention to the other. Your eyes rolled back as your chin tilted up. "Ugh, fahk..." your accept slipped through and he knew he had you.

“Thassit,” he grunted, driving deeper as he felt you clench around him.

"More Andy," you moaned.

“Oh, baby…” he pushed himself up, his hips going faster.

"Yes, right there," you whimpered.

“C’mon, honey…”

Your body tensed and a silent scream dropped your jaw before shuddering, a breathy 'oh' shook free from your throat.

Andy slowed down, a smile on his face as his lips peppered your cheeks and nose with kisses. “Turn over, honey…”

"Yeah?"

“Yeah…” he pulled out, sitting back on his ankles. “Lay flat on your front for me, Angel.”

You licked your lips and sat up, your body twisting until your belly and breasts hit the bed.

Soft hands slid up the outside of your thighs, trailing just under your ass. He gently moved your legs apart, before those same hands slipped up your back. They came to rest over yours, fingers curled between your own, his palms warm on the back of your knuckles as his chest pressed to your back.

And gently he pushed into you again.

"Ugh fuck, BB."

“Jesus, honey…” he grunted, his teeth nipping the back of your neck, “so tight...”

"Feels so good...."

“Yeah, so do you…” he kissed your shoulder, his hips rolling into you. With each power forward, your body slipped up the bed

"Fahk, Andy...."

“Give me another one, baby, c’mon…”

"H... Ha... Fahk, more."

With a filthy grunt, Andy sped up, his teeth now grazing your shoulder

"Yes, yes yes," you chanted with every snap of his hips before you came, a yell into the duvet.

He was close behind you, his hips stilling as he groaned your name. A few shallow pumps later you felt him completely melt. His weight against your back was like a comfort blanket. His lips softly fluttered behind your ear like a butterfly's wings flap. His breath was a warm whisper.

"I love you, Angel."

“I love you too, Bb.”

You felt his weight shift and his arms curl under you, his body enveloping you like a cocoon. Then he rolled you both to the side

His lips peppered what skin he could reach. "You care for a bath, baby?"

“Hmmmm,” you nodded, “and the rest of the wine that’s in the fridge.”

"Yes ma'am."

As slowly and softly as he could, he pulled out of you and then his hand softly turned your head to face him. The look in his eyes and soft features made you gasp a little. His lips brushed yours, a soft caress as his thumb stroked along that faded scar. His nose bumped yours as he smiled and then rolled himself away.

You watched him as he slipped his sleep pants over his bare bones and winked at you before leaving. You sighed as his sentiments from earlier rang in your mind. It really had been a normal, perfect day.

****** Chapter 24

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