#divorced!andy barber

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Divorce lawyer reader encountering laurie again unphased y/n took andy frm him

Worth It

Andy Barber x Divorce Lawyer!Reader

a/n: Hey, An🫶n, and my other beautiful readers! So sorry it's taken me a while to post any new stories, asks, or anything remotely interesting other than my rants and shade. It's been a tough month... For now, this is going to, hopefully, be 1 of 3 fics before November. Let me just say, I'm insane for challenging myself like this, but ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯

Anyway, sit back and enjoy the fic!

WARNINGS!!! Some cursing (calling of slut, one mention of Fuck), pet names, mention of the car crash, mention of near death, mention of therapy, Andy is one seductive little shit, maternal figure!Y/N.

*Y/S/N = Your SurName

**F/P = Favorite Pastry

***F/C/D = Favorite Cafe Drink

Her alarm rang obnoxiously loud, but Y/N didn't seem to mind as she reached out to her bedside table to turn it off, before snuggling back into the man sleeping peacefully beside her. As they were in the process of effectively divorcing his wife, Andy had promised that as soon as it was all finalized, she can expect for there to be some of the biggest changes in her life. And safe to say Atty. Y/N *Y/S/N, wasn't disappointed, and may never get tired of it all.

She wrapped her arms around the slender torso of her boyfriend. They'd been together for about two years now, despite having a rocky start, their feelings blossomed into the most beautiful thing that neither of the two have ever experienced before. And that fact was once again proven, when the girl's snuggling and attempt at burrowing had pulled a reaction from the unsurprisingly gorgeous man.

"You know that will only make you late, if not later, than normal, Baby Girl, right?" Andy smirked, eyes remaining closed, hiding the mischief behind them.

"So... What if I do want to be late? Hmm?" Y/N replied, her cheeky grin growing with each second, as she took to placing light kisses on the side of her Love's neck.

"Then you'll have to explain to a very moody 16-year-old, why he missed at least three periods... And you know you can't reason with him, or his teachers." Andy laughed.

"Fuck!" Y/N sighed, laying flat in disappointment.

"We never get our mornings in anymore..."

"You know we could just send, Jacob on the bus... Be some bad parents for once..." Andy whispered, pulling his girlfriend close once more, allowing him to do so, sexily, in her ear.

"No. I can't risk Laurie approaching, and basically harassing him. Again." Y/N said, pulling away from his extremely tempting arms, and sitting up.

"You know we should let her see him, again." Andy said, a hand rubbing Y/N's arm, and eventually resting on her hip, pulling him to her, as he propped himself with one arm, and scooted closer to her.

"And we will. In neutral territory, under supervision." Y/N huffed.

"You're never forgiving her, are you?" Andy said, after placing a kiss on her shoulder.

"Absolutely. Come on, Andy, we're going to be stuck at traffic if we don't start moving now." She continued, looking at the time on the clock across from the right side of the bed.

"You don't want to be called old by our son again, do you?" She added with a chuckle, getting up, and turning around to walk backwards towards the bathroom.

"No, I definitely don't! Especially if I'm going to make sure his Ma will be carrying his sibling..." Andy said, smiling with a playfulness that alluded to something more.

And it stayed on, as he charged at Y/N. Filling their home with sounds of laughter and gleeful screams. With Andy silently hoping that he'd be able to hear that sound for the rest of his life.

Jacob had had an early day off from school, considering that his Physics teacher had cancelled class to be with his 6 year old daughter, who had fallen and injured herself in PE. Andy was stuck in his office, filling paperwork after paperwork for a case he was assigned, and he'd asked Y/N to fetch Jacob from school. And she was happy to oblige.

Jacob might not be her son by blood, and he had been accused of murder, but she loved him anyway. They'd formed a unique maternal bond, and she wasn't willing to give it up for anything. Especially when Jacob accepted that she could become his step-mother at some point.

Y/N decided it'd be fun to take Jacob with her to work, considering her caseload was light, and no one minded having a teenager amongst them. Plus, Jacob had asked her how and what did she do her job, at one point. That's why she decided to buy a few snacks from the stall right outside hers and Andy's office building.

"What would you like to have bud?" She asked, smiling at him, gently holding him up as he was still suffering from partial paralysis in his left leg, from the car crash. Therapy had helped, both physically and mentally, however, it had taken two years before some feeling came back and he was able to flex his foot. However, the rest of the leg will take some time.

"I don't know, Ma... Everything looks so good, I can't decide. Am I even allowed?" Jacob asked, his eyes sparkling in a way that Y/N has only seen happen in Andy's eyes.

"Ofcourse, you're allowed, Silly! Don't tell your father that I'm letting you take two, though." She giggled conspiratorially.

"My lips are sealed." Jacob laughed, holding his crutch in one hand, while he mimed a zipper with the other.

He later picked one chocolate frosted, with chocolate chips on top, and one white frosted, with colorful sprinkles, for his donuts, along with one Mocha-latte. Y/N ordered her usual **F/P and ***F/C/D, and was in the process of paying when she heard, a motherly voice, she was definitely not in the mood to hear today.

"Jacob! Sweetie, you look so big! You've grown so much in the past two weeks..." Laurie cried, her hands on Jacob's shoulders, before she pulled him into a hug.

"Laurie, get your hands off of my son. You don't get to see him until this Saturday, you know that!" Y/N exclaimed, approaching them with fury. Her own protective motherly instincts had awoken at the sound of that woman's voice.

"Your son? Y/N surely you can't be serious. Jacob is, and always will be my son. I gave birth to him. I raised him. I protected and defended him, when no one else did!" Laurie shouted, making Jacob flinch. Y/N took hold of Jacob, gently freeing him from Laurie's clutches.

"Yeah, you did a mighty good job at that, when you tried to kill him by crashing that car." She said in an eerily calm way.

"Jacob go inside, and wait in the Lobby."

"If he died in that accident, then you'd have Andy all to yourself, you slut!" Laurie said, not caring who hears.

"You know that what happened wasn't an accident, Laurie. You pressured Jacob into confessing to something he didn't do, because that's all you believed." Y/N countered, causing Laurie to eat her words.

"You believed the worst in Jacob, and didn't care that he was innocent in all of it. And you think you deserve to be called a mother? You tried to kill him! Your own son. You don't deserve to be near Jacob or the rest of my family." She gasped, finally letting out all that she thought of Laurie in the past two years.

"If it were up to me, I'd deny you any of your parental rights. But I won't do that to Jacob, or Andy. Those two mean more to me than anything else in this world, and I will do whatever it takes to make them happy and safe." She sighed, a heavy weight lifting off of her shoulders.

"Now, go home, Laurie. Before I smack you with a restraining order. We'll see you this weekend, if you manage to stay away for that long..."

Y/N had won. She not only gave Laurie a piece of her mind, she had actually spoken a truth she knew to be true long before Andy and her had made themselves official. And as she sighed with even more relief, and turned around, she saw one handsome face and the face of a boy that's been through hell but was right there smiling, that couldn't help, but make her smile.

"Jacob and I mean more to you than anything, huh?" Andy shyly smiled, his teeth peeking through his lips.

"You do. More than you'll both ever know." Y/N replied, as she ran to the arms of her family. Content with the life she's built for herself, that's worth everything.

So, I may have gotten, little bit overboard with the request, and wrote my first ever Andy Barber fic, feat. Jacob Barber😅. I hope you don't mind, An🫶n. Your request was too good of an idea to pass up writing a full fic!🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

I also hope that this fic was a fun distraction from all this mess caused by certain people. And stay tuned, I'm not done writing yet. Because this was, sort of an energizer for me.😁

See you in the next one, my Fellow Fan Girls and Boys🫶

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[oh-my-damn]

Sweet Heartache - Part 3

A/N: Third installment in my Andy Barber series, Sweet Heartache.

Series Masterlist

Pairing: DA!Andy Barber x Intern!Reader

Series Summary: You’re an intern at the DA’s office, finishing up your law degree on the side. When Andy Barber, the new DA, needs help to sort out a few overdue cases, it hurls you into his world, filled with conflicted feelings, emotions too deep to process, and heartache.

Chapter Summary: Andy takes you out to lunch after Laurie interrupted your plans. Jason finally reaches out, asking you on a date. Laurie makes a suggestion that makes Andy feel even more conflicted than before.

Chapter warnings: Talk of separation/divorce, talk of cheating, sexual tension, pining, angst, emotions, conflicted feelings. Reader goes on a date with someone else. Andy gets jealous. Laurie is an asshole.

Word Count: 4700

The beautiful divider is by @firefly-graphics

You're sitting across the table from Andy in a small café just down the street from your work.

He brought you here despite you telling him several times that it was very unnecessary, but he wouldn't hear it.

When you sat down, he recommended a few different dishes, but seeing as you'd already eaten a sandwich, you weren't sure if you'd even be able to eat.

"The soup is really great," he says with a smile, "That should be fine if you're not that hungry."

You chuckle and nod, shrugging, "Okay, sure. I like soup."

Andy smiles widely in response. This is the second time you've taken his word for it, allowing him to choose for you, and it's bringing out a lot of strange feelings in him.

Laurie usually never lets him pick for her, she rarely takes his word for it or lets him decide on anything. She's always been the one with the most opinions, leaving Andy to take a step back in most matters. In general he just preferred to hold back, not wanting to create any issues over something that didn't truly matter to him.

But this feeling running through him right now is new. He's not used to that. It's like electricity coursing through his veins, the trust you have in him already intoxicating.

It also makes his cock stiffen in his pants when you let him make decisions on your behalf. He can't explain that one, and he does his best to hide it, not needing another incident like the one in his office earlier.

Even Laurie had noticed after she'd put the take-out bag down on his desk, and she actually tried to initiate something, but he quickly shot her down, using the excuse that he couldn't possibly do that in his office, someone might walk in.

She'd bought it, but she also looked intrigued, figuring he was hard because of her. He's not sure what that'll mean in the long run, but he's just going to have to deal with it.

Truth is, they haven't been intimate in a long time. Once Andy realized she was cheating, he didn't react but he withdrew himself, choosing instead to throw himself into his work. And ever since the separation, they certainly hadn't, even if their couple therapist had recommended it.

But Andy hadn't felt real lust in years. As time passed, the sex had become comfortable, but also boring, and at some point, he just started not really caring about it. Despite the fact that he'd always had a very high sex drive in the past.

But then you walked through the door.

The first time you walked into his office, placing a legal brief on his desk, he felt it instantly. He hadn't acknowledged you, letting you leave without a word after handing him the document, but his eyes had lingered on how your hips swayed as you left his office. He hadn't said anything to you back then because he was so surprised himself, at his own reaction. And he certainly didn't want you to notice.

When you started spending time in his office to help him, it became easier to tame. Not because he didn't still want you, but because he was able to distract himself from the pure desire burning through his veins whenever he looked at you.

You would make a joke, or do something silly, and it would pull his focus away. Which was probably for the best.

If you didn't have that amazing ability to make him forget about everything else than how beautiful your laugh is, he would have probably fucked everything up already.

The night at the bar was a slip up. You'd rejected his advance, and he'd instantly regretted his actions. That was the reason he took on another intern instead; he couldn't bear to look at you, knowing he'd made you uncomfortable like that.

He can't excuse the drunken night where he showed up at your doorstep. That was a mishap. A major one.

He knows why, though he could never tell you. He's never felt as disappointed as when only Katie had walked through the door at the bar, you missing by her side. He drank a lot more that night than usual, and when Katie invited Trey back to her place, he tagged along in the Uber.

He was planning to go home, he really was, but when Katie mentioned that you lived on the floor right below her, he couldn't stop himself. He followed them inside, asking Katie to borrow her bathroom, and as soon as he could, he told them he was going home, only with the intention of sneaking down to your apartment. And once he was inside your apartment, invading the space that was just so inherently you, there was nothing in this world that could have possibly made him leave.

It was stupid, he knows that. It was a fuck up. He shouldn't have done it, it was a terrible idea through and through, but it did eventually lead to the two of you talking that Saturday morning. And now he felt more comfortable around you than ever.

He'd had every intention of buying you lunch today, perhaps even taking you out somewhere fancy to impress you, so to say he was mildly disappointed to see his wife walk through the door would be an understatement.

He knew what he was doing was risky, dangerous even, because he could feel himself slipping, his resolve breaking.

He wanted to be near you all the time, he wanted to see you every time he looked up from his work. And he missed you when you weren't around.

And that is a very dangerous feeling for a married man to have for someone who isn't his wife.

"Thank you for taking me here."

Your voice brings him out of his thoughts, a small smile making its way onto his lips.

"You're welcome, sweetheart. I promised you lunch; it was the least I could do."

He notices how your cheeks heat up a little at the term of endearment, making him smile more. He loves how responsive you are, your face is like an open book to him.

He notices every little expression, every flustered state and even when your breath hitches, despite you doing your best to hide it.

You smile, taking a sip of your water before your face turns more serious, "So, how was lunch?"

Andy sighs inwardly. He would rather not think about Laurie when you're near him, he would rather pretend she isn't an issue. But she is, he knows that, and he knows that you know that, too.

Whatever confusing feelings he has right now, he is still married. He fell in love with a woman, or at least so he thought, and they got married and had a child.

He feels guilty when the thought hits him, he shouldn't be thinking about anyone who isn't his wife. Even if said wife did cheat on him.

"It was good," he replies quietly, glancing away from you, "It was.. lunch."

He shrugs, eyes meeting yours again tentatively.

"Did you have fun?"

He snorts, "Fun?"

"Yeah," you smile, filling your spoon with soup after the waiter brings it over, "Fun."

Andy chuckles dryly, "I don't know if I would call it fun."

"Why not?" you ask curiously, carefully blowing on your soup before bringing it to your lips, humming at the taste when you swallow.

Andy's brows furrow, "Well, it's not usually fun. It just.. is. I don't know how to explain it, but I wouldn't exactly call our time together fun."

That makes you frown. You tilt your head as you say, "That's kinda sad."

Andy nods, shrugging as he looks down at the silver cutlery placed on the table, "I guess so."

"Did you ever have fun?"

His smile is strained when he speaks, "Yeah, back when we were younger, I suppose. But it's been years since it's been actually fun."

"So you never have fun?" You ask quietly, eyes searching his face.

He looks up at you, offering you a soft smile, "I didn't say that. I said I didn't have fun, with her."

Your eyes widen slightly, a shy smile playing at your lips before you nod, eating another spoonful of soup.

He does have fun, although he's been having a surprisingly larger amount of it ever since you started grazing him with your presence.

He loves the little jokes you like to make, or when you blurt out your thoughts randomly. It's endlessly entertaining.

"Well, I'm glad you have some fun, at least," You say with a teasing smile.

Andy chuckles, taking a sip of the water next to him, "I do, sweetheart. I definitely do."

"How's your soup?" He asks, jutting his chin in your direction, "You like it?"

You hum, eating another spoonful before you nod, "Absolutely. It's delicious. Thank you for recommending it."

"Anytime, sweetheart."

You smile softly at his words, your eyes moving back to your soup as you continue eating.

Andy watches you for a moment, letting the warm feeling inside him overtake his mind.

Sometimes, he thinks about what would have happened if he hadn't met Laurie. He wouldn't have Jacob, and he hates that thought, but even with that in mind, he still wonders.

He wonders what would have happened if he hadn't ever married, or if he'd gotten divorced ten years ago when their marriage first started falling apart.

He would be single, free to explore these foreign feelings that are now fluttering inside him.

He would be free to ask you on a date, free to get to know you without restrictions. He would be free to kiss you, once you'd told him you wanted him to.

Andy wasn't arrogant, but he knew for certain you must wonder the same. He knows you think about him, clearly realizing that you shouldn't.

The pull he feels towards you is too strong for you not to feel it.

He shakes his head, pulling himself out of his thoughts before he says, "Once we're done here, we'll go back to my office to work."

You look up at him, your brows furrowed in concern, "Andy, are you sure that's a good idea?"

"Yes," he replies firmly, "If my wife has an issue, she can take it up with me. You shouldn't have to worry about any of this."

You nod slowly, offering him a small smile before finishing your soup.

The next three days flew by in a blur. Andy got a bunch of new cases dropped onto his desk and it deflated you a little.

You were doing great, almost having worked through the pile, before another stack was added to it.

This job was exhausting, and it wasn't even yours.

The constant pressure he's always under must be terrible, and you could understand why he spends so much time at work when he should probably have spent it with his family.

Jason messaged you on Tuesday and asked, very politely, if you'd be interested in joining him for lunch on Thursday.

You accepted his offer immediately, figuring you should do any and everything to distract yourself from your conflicting feelings for Andy, and the next day he sent you an address to a restaurant not too far away from the office.

You cleared it with your actual boss, Evelyn, who's in charge of the interns, and she said you were fine to take an hour for lunch that day.

She was very nice, an older lady who's clearly worked there since forever, but she reminds you a little bit of your grandmother, which means you spoke to her the same way. She seemed to appreciate that, and perhaps she also liked you a little better than the rest because you were the only intern who wasn't 18 and floundering around like a deer in headlights.

You're sitting on Andy's couch, just about to gather your things before you need to leave for your lunch date with Jason, when Andy speaks.

"Does sandwiches for lunch work for you? I have to go to the courthouse this afternoon so I don't have a lot of time."

You look up at him with a smile, "Oh, I won't be around for lunch, so feel free to order whatever you want."

His eyes snap up from his computer, immediately meeting yours, "Why won't you be here for lunch?"

"I'm going out," you reply with a shrug, getting up from the couch as you start collecting your things.

"Where are you going?"

His stern tone makes you glance at him, noticing his furrowed brows.

You smile again, in an effort to appease him, "Just some restaurant. I'm going out to lunch with a friend."

"What friend?"

The question makes you frown. Why is he asking? It's technically none of his business.

You blink a few times before you lift the files off the table and pull them against your chest, "Oh, uh, I'm going to lunch with Jason, actually."

His jaw tenses immediately.

His eyes are boring into yours intensely as he asks, "Jason? Why are you going to lunch with Jason?"

"He asked me if I wanted to go out for lunch and I said yes," you reply with a shrug.

You lift your bag onto your shoulder with your free hand, not noticing the fire burning behind his eyes.

"How did he ask you?"

"He got my number when we met at the bar," you reply casually, adjusting the shoulder strap before you look up at him, "He texted me the other day and asked me out to lunch."

Your brows furrow again when you look at Andy, noticing his jaw clenching and the tense expression on his face.

You tilt your head as you ask, "Uhm, do you mind? I know he's your friend, but I figured-"

"No," Andy interrupts, eyes moving to his computer, "It's fine."

You nod once, straightening up a little before you say, "Alright, well, I'll be back in about an hour."

"I'll be in court by then," he replies sternly, not looking at you.

"Okay," you nod, "Well, I'll see you tomorrow, then. Good luck in court!"

You turn, walking out of his office as you faintly hear him mumbling out a thanks.

The lunch with Jason went pretty well. He's nice, and not bad looking at all, and the conversation was pleasant. It flowed easily, no awkward silences, so overall it was a good experience.

Normally that would make you happy, you might even have considered starting to date him, but you knew there was no point.

Because despite conversation flowing easily, despite enjoying his company, despite having no awkward silences between you.. Something was missing.

And it is that same something that makes your heart race and your skin prickle whenever you are in the same room as Andy Barber.

Rationally, you knew that focusing too much on whatever you felt for your boss was a bad idea, but it had also shown you what you were supposed to feel for someone else. And it now meant you weren't willing to settle for anything less.

You kept the lunch friendly and casual, and when you parted ways, you gave him a hug. Subtly indicating that, despite finding him quite nice and sweet, your lunch shouldn't be considered an actual date.

Unfortunately, Andy didn't realize the same.

After you left his office, he spent the next ten minutes grinding his teeth, willing the unpleasant feeling swirling inside him to go away.

When he left to go to court, the feeling was still there, triggered by the fact that he knew what you were currently doing. He had no doubt in his mind that you were laughing at those stupid jokes Jason always makes, and he knew for a fact that Jason would be flirting with you openly.

He loved Jason, he was a good friend, but it was hard to remember that fact when his mind kept drifting to what exactly you two might be doing.

It even took part of his focus, his mind drifting as he sat in the courtroom, listening to the opposing councils opening statement.

Andy already knew he had a problem, he already knew what was happening was a bad idea, but now he realized that he was also completely, utterly fucked.

After court, he didn't go back to his office despite having time to do so. The only thing he wanted to do was go home. He didn't want to risk going to work only to run into you and have you tell him how great your date with Jason had been.

Andy just wanted to go home and sulk in peace, perhaps watch a movie with Jacob. He loved watching those old black and white movies, and it was a tradition between them that Andy cherished. Perhaps spending time with his son, his family, would help get his mind right.

After driving home, the afternoon sun hanging low in the sky, Andy drops down on the large couch in their living room with an audible sigh, the emotional whirlwind of today taking a toll on him. He didn't know how to feel or how to dismantle his thoughts, he didn't know how to sift through them.

And it didn't exactly help when his wife walked through the door, only reminding him that despite everything already being pretty shitty, it could always get worse.

"A date? What do you mean?"

"I mean; a date night," Laurie says with a smile, "You know, like we used to."

Andy frowns, "But.. We aren't what we used to.. So why do you want to have date night?"

"Andy," Laurie sighs, "If we don't at least try, then what's the point of this?"

He had a hard time arguing with that. What exactly was the point of being separated, but still living in the same house, if you weren't at least going to actively try to work things out?

"Okay," he nods, the frown still creating a deep wrinkle between his brows, "I guess you're right. But we haven't been doing that so far, what made you change your mind?"

Laurie shrugs nonchalantly as she unpacks the grocery bags sitting on the kitchen island, "I just figured it was time we actually did at least some of the things Kristen recommended."

Kristen. Their couples therapist. She had given them a list of things they should do, stuff they should do together, to try and work their way back to where they once were. On there had been date nights, even specified to explain that they should be without Jacob, and they should leave the house. Go to a restaurant, watch a movie, whatever you can think of that breaks your routine, she had said.

Initially, Andy had believed it was a good idea. He could understand how spending more alone time together might be good for them, but now it just made the anxious knot in his stomach bigger. Because on that list had also been intimacy. And he wasn't ready to explore that with her now, at this point he wasn't sure if he ever would be.

He didn't necessarily want to spend alone time with Laurie, and after the day he's had, he was really looking forward to watching a movie with Jacob.

When did that happen? When exactly did it change for him, when did he go from wanting to fix his marriage, work on things, to not even wanting to have dinner with her?

Andy knows exactly when it changed. But he can't allow himself to think about it.

Instead, he nods swiftly as he says, "Alright, let's have date night."

Andy is doing... fine. The steak he got is fine, the wine he's drinking is fine, and being out to dinner with Laurie is.. fine.

Everything is fine. But none of it is great. He wishes for the life of him he could create that sparkling electricity between the two of them, between him and his wife, the woman he vowed to love.

But he can't.

It's just not there.

Laurie is telling him about this history podcast she's been listening to, and Andy is listening, pretending to be interested, just like he always does.

But his mind is elsewhere.

He knows this is a good idea; trying to rekindle their relationship is smart, it's the right choice. Especially considering you just went on a date earlier today.

So he's doing his very best to try and find that tension between the two of them, the one he feels whenever you're near. He's trying so hard to find everything she says interesting, mesmerizing, just like he does whenever you speak.

But it's simply not there.

No, the interest isn't there, until the very moment Laurie's phone vibrates on the table.

Laurie immediately flips her phone over, hiding the screen from him, but Andy saw what it said. He saw the name flashing across the screen.

And suddenly he's very interested.

"So," he says with a sigh, eating a bite of his steak, "You're still seeing him."

Laurie sends him a pointed look, "Who?"

He puts down his utensils, the silverware clashing against his plate as he looks at her, "You know exactly who."

"I'm not seeing him anymore," she replies casually, eating a piece of broccoli off her plate, "I already told you that."

"Then why is he calling?"

"It wasn't him calling."

That does it.

Andy releases a heavy sigh before he leans closer to where she's sitting across the table, his voice a harsh whisper, "Laurie, if you're still seeing him, if you still want to see him, then do that. But don't fucking lie to me and tell me you want to try and fix this, only for you to go back and do the same thing you did before. If you're not going to be fateful to this marriage, to me, then say that. Let me go, release me from this fucking mess and we can both move on. You can be with him if you want, if that's who you truly want. But don't fucking sit there and lie to my face, pretending I'm the one you want to be with when I'm not."

Andy knows part of the words he just spoke could be thrown right back in his face. Because he himself don't know what he truly wants, who he truly wants. But getting Laurie to admit that their marriage is over would make everything easier, that way he wouldn't be the bad guy for wanting you. If she left him, he wouldn't feel guilty for pursuing you.

She stays silent for a moment before slowly raising a brow, "That intern I met is very cute."

Andy scoffs, leaning back in his chair, "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

Laurie shrugs, taking a sip of her wine before she replies, "Maybe you should just do the same. Get it out of your system. I saw the way you were looking at her, and you clearly weren't excited about me the other day. Maybe you should just follow your urges, give in to them. That way we're both cheating, we're both doing a bad thing, and we can move forward. Try to mend this with a clean slate."

Andy's brows pull into a deep frown, disbelief etched across his face.

How dare she fucking say that? And how dare she think he would ever do that, not just in general, but to you?

He shakes his head, looking at her sternly, "You're fucking insane."

"No, I'm not," she replies with a small smile. She leans closer to him across the table, placing her hand on top of his own, "Think about it, Andy. We would both be doing it to each other, we would be equal in that sense. No one would be the bad guy. And we could work on our marriage, stay together for Jacob, just like we always said we would. You know it would break him if we divorced. Do you really want to hurt him like that?"

Andy's eyes widen slowly as he listens to her speak. Of course he doesn't want to hurt Jacob, she knows that, that's the exact reason she's saying this. But staying together for Jacob, solely for Jacob, while seeing other people on the side.. What's the point of that?

"So you think it would fix our marriage if we both saw other people? Slept with other people?"

"It might," she replies, looking at him sincerely, "We're not happy together, like that, anymore. Other people could make us happy. And we could bring that happiness home, use it to our advantage."

"Why would we stay together if we don't make each other happy?"

"I already told you, Andy. For Jacob. We'd do it for Jacob."

You spent a few hours after lunch working at the office but it really wasn't as fun without Andy there to distract you from your work.

You went home at 5pm, mentally exhausted, a giddy excitement running through you at the thought of spending the night on the couch, watching movies.

By the time 10.30pm rolls around, you've happily watched two very silly rom-coms, and start to get ready for bed.

Just as you've shrugged on your oversized night shirt, however, you're startled by a knock at the door.

You check your phone for the time, a slight unease running through at the realization that it's almost 11pm. Normally you wouldn't answer, solely from feeling uncomfortable, worried that it might be someone trying to break in or wanting to hurt you on the other side, but when there's another impatient knock, you relent.

You take slow steps toward the door, hesitantly peeking through the peephole.

What the hell is this, fucking groundhog day?

You roll your eyes in amusement as you pull the door open, chuckling as you speak, "What, got too drunk again? I think you have a problem, Mr. Barber."

You grin up at him once the door is open, but your smile immediately falters when you notice the look on his face.

He looks sad, hurt, like he's in pain, and you instantly regret your words.

"Andy, are you okay?"

You tilt your head, taking a step closer to where he's standing on the other side of the threshold, the blue eyes meeting yours filled with sadness.

"Can I come in?"

You nod immediately, stepping back inside your apartment before he follows you. You close the door behind him, watching him hesitantly as he stands in your hallway, his wool coat hanging heavy on his shoulders.

Your words are a quiet whisper, worried if you speak any louder, he might break like a piece of glass, "Andy, what's wrong? Are you okay?"

He holds your gaze for a moment and the look that meets you almost makes you feel physical pain, before his eyes dart to the ground.

His voice is deep and hoarse as he speaks, wavering slightly, "No I.. I'm not okay.. Could I.. I'm sorry, I know I shouldn't even ask this, but I don't know where else to go. Can I stay here? Just for a few days, just until I find a place.."

He looks back up at you, his eyes sad but hopeful, and your heart breaks at the sight.

Until he finds a place? Did he finally leave her? You don't want to think about it too much, ignoring the way your heart thuds excitedly at his words.

You take a step closer, reaching your hand out to touch his arm, "Yeah, of course. Anything you need. Of course."

"Thank you," he whispers, eyes scanning yours warily, "Really. I appreciate it."

You watch him for another moment before the urge takes over. You quickly take another step before you wrap your arms around him, pulling him into a tight hug.

He reciprocates, his strong arms wrapping around your waist as his head drops to your shoulder.

You rub his back soothingly as you whisper, "It'll be alright, don't worry. You can stay here for as long as you need."

His arms tighten around you, holding you so close it makes you feel breathless as he whispers a solemn, "Thank you."

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[cevans-seb]

Okay let’s see if this work 😭😭 I’m looking for a Andy Barber or Cevans fic where he is the DA and he is falling for his assistant. ( I know that totally narrows it down) but I remember the first chapter with her going on a date with this guy and it going horribly wrong, so she ends up back at work where she notices Andy is still there with ring missing, confirming that he is divorced from his wife. I will love whoever know what I’m talking about forever because I was really interested in that fic

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[imyourbratzdoll]

What about a request where After the divorce, Andy barber meets Jacob's childhood friend, reader who they reunited in college and hasn't seen her since middle school. Andy can't stop thinking about her and having wet dreams. Then the wet dreams became a reality

hello, sorry it took so long. I hope you like it.

warning - smut, swearing and fluff.

18+ only, please. the gif I use isn't mine, divider by @newlips

“Y/n, what are you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be with Jacob?” The older man asks, gulping as the young female spreads her bare legs, exposing her glistening folds. He grunts, feeling his pants tighten.

“You didn’t wish me goodnight, Mr Barber. I was sad.” Her hand slides down her nude form, softly grazing her plump breasts before reaching her soaked honey pot. Her eyes are locked with his dark blue ones, and a soft whimper falls from her lips when her fingers glide through her folds. “Don’t you want to wish me goodnight? I’ve been a good girl, I swear.”

Andy strides forward, his cock throbbing from the sight before him. Not expecting the goddess on his bed to want him. Andy stands at the end of his bed, having a complete view of your pretty little cunt. “You’ve been a good girl? Are you sure?” Y/n nods, half-lidded eyes focused on him. “I don’t think so, sweetheart, because, from my view, you look like a naughty little slut.” His eyes snap down, watching your juices leak out at being called a slut. “You like being called a slut, sweetheart?” Andy groans when you nod.

“Play with me, daddy?” Everything seemed to have moved fast once those words were uttered from her lips. Andy lies on top, his mouth covering hers, tongues tangling together as he rubs his bulge against her bare cunt. Andy quickly reaches down to release the throbbing member before lining it up with Y/n’s entrance and pushing in. Their groans and moans fill the room as he begins to thrust. He plants kisses on her neck, loving the feeling of her clenching and pulsating around him.

When Andy feels his end approaching, he suddenly wakes. His eyes open with a snap, and he looks around, trying to find you, but when he comes short, a groan of disappointment leaves his lips. Andy looks down and notices his cock is straining against his pyjama pants, the member throbbing wildly and his chest covered in sweat. “Fuck sake.” He slowly sits up, wiping his hand down his face before his hand moves to his pants. A soft groan falls from his lips at the slight relief before it disappears and an image of you pops into his head. “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Andy stands, tucking his member into the waistband of his pyjama pants before walking out of his room and heading to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Andy is too busy wiping his eyes to anticipate the sight before him. The sound of a small gasp causes him to put his hand down and look toward the noise. 

“M-Mr Barber... I’m sorry if I woke you. I was trying to get some water….” The sight of your wide doll eyes and the oversized shirt covering your form causes his already rigid member to twitch, pre-cum leaking from the throbbing red tip.

“It’s okay. So am I.” He gulps, moving closer to your tiny body. His eyes flicker down to where your thighs not-so-subtly rub together as you take in his bare chest. Andy grabs a glass and fills it with water, not taking his eyes off you as he takes a sip. Once he swallows, he places the glass on the counter and crosses his arms against his chest. “What are you doing up so late?”

“I– uh. I couldn’t sleep” Y/n’s lip goes between her teeth as she stares at the older man’s bulging muscles, itching to know how the hair covering his chest would feel against her. She feels herself clench around nothing at the forbidden thought of her friend’s dad bending her over the counter and pounding into her. Just like in her dream…

Andy strides forward until he’s so close to her that he can feel her breath on his skin, Andy’s hand comes up, and he uses his thumb to untuck Y/n’s bottom lip from her teeth. “Why are you lying, sweetheart? Don’t you know only bad girls lie?” He grunts when he hears a soft moan fall from her lips. 

Y/n slowly nods, feeling her thighs slick with her juices. Suddenly realising there was nothing underneath her shirt, and she was close to her crush, which made her dizzy. “S–sorry, Mr Barber, I just don’t think it’s appropriate to tell you….” She casts her eyes down at the confession.

Andy’s eyes darken, his hand gripping her chin as he tilts her head to look at him. “Tell me, sweetheart. You want to be a good girl, right?” Andy’s eyes move down to Y/n’s chest, noticing her nipples poking through and how her breathing quickens. “C’mon, be a good girl for me.” 

“I had a dream… “ Andy raises a brow, waiting for her to continue. “I–I was bent over a kitchen counter whilst getting pounded into.” 

Andy growls at the thought of someone else fucking your tight little cunt, not caring that it’s a dream. “You going to tell me who it was, sweetheart?” He leans forward, staring deep into her eyes.

Y/n’s cheeks turn a rosy pink, trying to look away from Andy, not wanting to confess that she dreams of him fucking her until she can’t walk. The sound of a slap and the feel of sharp pain caused her to gasp and look at Andy bewildered. 

“I’m asking you a question, and I expect an answer, sweetheart.” Y/n gulps as she feels herself clench and drip, her cunt throbbing like crazy at how dominant he is. 

“I–it was you, Mr Barber….” Andy groans before smashing his lips into hers. Moaning as their lips move in sync, his hands grip her hips while maneuvering her to the kitchen counter. Andy pulls away as he turns her around and bends Y/n over the counter. His cock begging to be free and buried deep inside her tight cunt as she whines. “M–Mr Barber.”

Andy pushes you down, pressing your cheek into the marble. “It’s daddy to you, whore. Now stay still. I'm making both our dreams come true.” Andy quickly pulls his pants down, his cock springs free, and he wraps his hand around the thick base, tugging on it as he lifts your shirt and groans at the sight before him. “You dirty little slut, wearing nothing underneath? Were you expecting this?” He tuts, shaking his head. “What a whore you are.”

Y/n moans when she feels Andy rub his tip through her folds, the head catching her swollen bundle. “D–Daddy, please.” A choked gasp forces its way out when he begins to push through her entrance, the girth stretching her small walls, causing a pleasurable pain to shoot through her. “Oh– Fuck, daddy too big.” Andy’s hand comes around and covers her mouth, his thrusts getting deeper and harder.

“Shut up, you little slut. You don’t want Jacob to walk in and see you being a whore for his dad, do you?” He grunts when you clench around him, the thought of getting caught exciting you more. “Oh, you like that idea.” Andy leans forward, pressing his front closer against your back before delivering deep strokes. “You’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. Just relax while I use you.” Andy’s thrusts become brutal, a slapping sound filling the room. 

“A–ah, please. S–so close.” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head as she feels herself clench down, her walls pulsating around the thick member piercing her tiny cunt. Soft moans fall from her lips, still blocked by Andy’s hand as she cums. 

“Fucking hell, you feel so fucking good.” Andy leans back, his gaze focusing on where they connect, watching as his cock thrusts in and out, her cream coating the base causing it to be easier for him to pound in. “I’m going to cum, sweetheart, and you'll take it.” His pace picks up, eyes locked on her tight cunt, his balls tightening and hips stuttering as his end approaches rapidly. Andy leans down and plants soft kisses on the back of her head and neck as he finishes inside, streams of thick cum shooting out of his cockhead and deep into her womb.

The two stay like that as they catch their breath, Andy’s hands squeeze her hips gently before he slowly pulls out, walking over to get a clean cloth and wetting it before he comes to clean the young woman up. “How are you feeling?” The softness in his voice shocks Y/n out of her blissful daze before she slowly stands and hums.

“I’m okay, thank you.” Andy’s eyes connect with hers as they share a soft smile. Y/n leans forward while resting her hands on his chest, finally feeling the hairs that sit there. She places a soft kiss against his lips before pulling away. “Goodnight, daddy.”

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[navybrat817]

Preliminary

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Andy Barber x Female Reader Summary: You give Andy a call, but may have more questions than answers. Word Count: Over 1.3k Warnings: No major warnings. Reader is broke (is that a warning?), Andy Barber (he's a warning, okay?) A/N: Follow up to Keep the Change and building this world! Beta read by the lovely @whisperlullaby (thank you!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics, and warning banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are welcome!

You weren’t sure how you made it through the rest of your shift when all you wanted to do was call Andy. It was late by the time you got home and refused to disturb him at that time. You couldn’t sleep though. Not when your mind raced with the possibilities of what the potential job could be.

Maybe he needs a personal assistant. Could I handle someone that handsome being my boss?

Researching Andy on the internet didn’t calm your thoughts. From what you gathered, he had practiced law before he invested in a friend’s real estate company. When that took off, he invested in additional real estate and a range of various businesses and companies. He did well for himself, but you refused to look at his speculated net worth.

It’s not like he’s going to hand any of his cash directly over to me.

Andy was also single. At least, he wasn't married anymore. A quiet divorce before he made his money. You could only imagine how difficult it had to be for him to date. How many people wanted his money and nothing more?

A man as handsome as him, you couldn't picture him sleeping alone. Was it wrong that your gaze lingered on a few photos of him in his suits? Was his beard as soft as it looked?

You decided to call him the next morning. Normally you would have had your first cup of coffee consumed by then, but you didn’t want to be jittery on the call. Your fingers drummed nervously on the counter anyway as you waited for him to answer. Maybe it was too early. Or maybe he was like you and needed caffeine before he conversed with others.

“This is Andy,” the deep voice rang through the phone once he picked up.

“Hi,” your voice cracked. Cringing, you pulled the phone away to clear your throat. “Sorry about that.”

“Hi, honey. Don’t be sorry. I was expecting your call,” his voice softened, a bashful smile forming on your face when he recognized your voice.

A smile that quickly shifted to a yawn.

This call is off to a wonderful start.

“You didn't just wake up, did you?” he asked. "Did you sleep okay?"

“I'm fine. I just haven’t had my caffeine yet,” you tried to joke.

“I know that feeling,” he chuckled. “I hope it wasn't rude of me to ask. I just want to make sure you’re getting enough rest.”

“So you overtip when someone stiffs me, you want to make sure I’m sleeping enough, and you have a possible job for me?” you asked.

You didn’t want to sound suspicious since he was nothing but kind to you. The question is why he’s so nice. You weren’t naive enough to ignore that he was somewhat of a powerful man. Probably liked being in control. Money could get people like him far. You, on the other hand, didn’t have any. Power, money, anything.

You didn’t want to be a charity case.

“You don’t trust my intentions,” he mused.

You bit the inside of your cheek as you thought of how to respond. Saying the wrong thing could cost you whatever he had to offer. On the other hand, transparency might be the best option.

“I want to trust your intentions. It’s just that most people today don’t display kindness without expecting something in return,” you said carefully, keeping the device at your ear as you grabbed a coffee mug out of the cupboard. “I don’t want to lump you in that category and I hope it doesn’t sound like I am. I think part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop because my luck hasn’t been so great. I guess I’m being cautiously optimistic.”

Andy hummed on the other end of the line, but didn’t say anything.

You closed your eyes, an apology on the tip of your tongue as your stomach sank. Why did you have to say what you did? It didn't matter. Beneath the nerves, you were proud of yourself for answering truthfully.

Though at this point, you waited for Andy to tell you to get rid of his card and not call again.

Would it be a blessing if he stopped coming into the diner so you could save face, or a curse that you pissed off a great customer and might never see him again?

"I appreciate your honesty."

You opened your eyes and pulled the phone away for a second to look at it. Surely you misheard him. "You do?"

"Yes, I do. You wouldn't believe how many people tell me what they think I want to hear instead of the truth. Maybe they do it to spare my feelings or avoid confrontation, but it's a hindrance more than anything."

"So you prefer honesty?" you asked. "Even if it's something you don't want to hear?"

"One thing you'll learn about me is that I value honesty," he said.

You wondered how many other things you'd learn.

"An ex-lawyer who likes to hear the truth."

"You did your research on me," he said.

"I may have a little," you admitted, your cheeks hot when he chuckled again.

I can't think a laugh sounds sexy if I work for him.

"Research is a good thing. I would expect anyone to do so before switching jobs."

"Speaking of that," you began, eager to shift the conversation to work and not about looking him up on the internet. "You still haven't told me what this job is all about. I'm not even sure which business it's for."

"Do you have your resume ready?" he asked.

Why isn't he answering my question?

"I do," you answered, glancing at your printer where your recent copy was sitting. "Though I can't exactly tailor it to the specific job if I don't know what it is, Mr. Barber."

"Call me Andy," he said. It was more a command than a suggestion, but somehow made you feel at ease. "I'd prefer to discuss the details in person."

You took a chance by calling, now you could take it a step further and meet him.

"And where would you like to discuss the details, Andy?"

"Are you free for lunch today? We can meet at The Courthouse at 12pm."

The Courthouse was one of the nicest restaurants in the city. The tip Andy left you the night before could maybe cover the price of an entree. Thankfully you still had a couple of decent outfits from when you had an office job.

"I'm free," you said. Luckily you had the day off. "I didn't know they were open for lunch."

"They usually open at 4pm, but they make exceptions."

What's it like to have that kind of sway over anyone?

"I don't want to go to the trouble of doing that."

"I already did," he said confidently. "I told you I was expecting your call."

"What if I had to work today?" you asked.

"I would have had to find a way to convince you to call in. And if I have my way, you'll be quitting there very soon."

"That's if I accept the job," you said, smiling as you leaned your hip against the counter. "But I'll be happy to discuss the details over lunch."

"I can send a car to pick you up," he offered.

"I'll take a cab, but thank you."

A car was too much for a job discussion and you didn't want his driver to see where you lived.

"I'll cover the cost of the cab and lunch," he said, leaving you no room to protest. "I look forward to seeing you."

You tapped a fingertip against your mug when he hung up. His businesses looked legitimate, so you didn't believe he would ask you to do something illegal. He also didn't seem like the type to waste his time and play games.

You had nothing to lose.

Here's to being cautiously optimistic.

Are we excited to meet Andy for lunch? Love and thanks for reading! 💙

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[ktficworld]

Lies and Lavish

Chapter 1: introduction

Pairing: soft dark! Andy Barber x reader, soft dark! Steve Rogers x reader, soft dark! Clark Kent x reader, soft dark! Bucky x reader, soft dark! Bruce Wayne x reader

Summary: You finally pull your head out of your studies and go to your long time friend's wedding to relax. And it's going to be alright, even if the infamous five brothers tend to linger around you a little too long, even when you share a past with one of them, even if their darkness is slowly approaching you. It's going to be okay, right?

Warnings: angst, mutual pining, manhandling, violence (by reader)

A/n: phew, it's finally here. Let me know what you think and please reblog it. It give ke motivation.

The wind whistled in the air mingling with the horns and roars of the cars, more expensive than your soul.

You sighed at the gigantic iron gate before you as the straps of your backpack dug into your shoulder. You were really second guessing your visit but the thought of your friend made you shake your head. After all, it was your childhood best friend wedding, even if it was to Ransom Drysdale. How did she managed to win that throttle? You would never know. But then again, not everybody's life revolved around school and sleep.

You glanced at the two additional bags you brought. Your backpack had essentials and your books. Even though, you came to relax, you'd still squeeze in some study. Business was no easy major and your finals were four months away.

You gripped your trolley bags and meekly shuffled towards the gate and entered the Drysdale estate through a smaller door-like gate. You sighed and looked around for any worker or someone who could help you with this maze.

Honk.

You jumped, clutching your racing heart as the loud noise pulled you out of your reverie. You began turning your head to glare at the motherfucker who almost gave you a heart attack, when an oh-so familiar voice called out your name.

"Luna! Come here."

You caught a glimpse of a Rolls Royce with a familiar sticker before you turned to beam at your friend, Alaïa. She waved at you with a megawatt smile and you thanked your lucky stars for working today as you dragged the bags and yourself towards her.

"Hi Alaïa, oh god! I can't believe you are getting married. Congratulations!" You said while intertwining your hands with hers, bouncing giddily.

"Thanks sis and gimme this," She pulled the bag off from your shoulders and deposited it on the nearby trolley bag. She glanced around and beckoned someone to where you were standing. "Leo, can you put these bags in the guest room I set up. Thank you." She politely ordered and off went your bags.

"Wow, Alaïa. You're living like a queen, huh?" You said, distracted by the large man taking away your luggage.

"Well, perks of marrying a rich man."

At that your smile faltered. You gradually dragged your gaze back to her. "Listen, Alaïa, you know I don't beat around the bush so I'm just gonna ask you. Are you okay with Ransom bringing more wives in the future?"

That was the new normal now. Apparently, 50 percent divorce rate was too alarming for the governments around the world. Add the loneliness statistics and now getting a divorce was nearly impossible. However, those who had the money to keep multiple partners, were allowed. Yes, polygamy was now legal. But the financially dependent partner had no say in this arrangement and that was why you feared for Alaïa.

Alaïa grimaced. "I know you're blunt. But you don't have to put it like that and don't worry. Ransom has promised to stay with me and only me."

They meant nothing. You were promised too. "But Alaïa, people change. What if he just said that to trap you? What will you do when he brings home some bimbo twenty years younger than him?"

People do change sometimes, even overnight. Or maybe they just hide their true face so perfectly that you couldn't see past those roses and sweet nothings.

Alaïa's lips tugged upwards into a half, bitter smile. "You think I'm a gold digger, don't ya?"

You gasped at the accusation. "God, no. And even if you were a gold digger, there's nothing wrong with it in this economy. The golden days are long gone. I'm just concerned about you, Alaïa."

"Hmmm, I know you only want the best for me. And I was just teasing you. I have signed the open marriage arrangement."

You heaved a sigh of relief but couldn't help thinking that somebody had definitely shamed her with that tag. "You scared me. It's great Ransom offered you that. Maybe, he is actually really committed to you." There were men and women who would allow the courtesy of an open marriage to their financially dependent partner, in case they marry again. So, if Ransom was really risking his fragile male ego, then he really meant it in your opinion.

"Yeah, maybe we can find you a committed one or two here. Look, their eyes are already wandering over you." She said with way too much enthusiasm and pointed behind you where few men were eyeing you with interest.

You whipped your head back to your friend, now accompanied with a sharp glare. "Absolutely not! I don't plan on marrying. Ever. And especially not to those dogs lolling their tongue."

Alaïa laughed at your little outburst and hooked her arm with yours. "I'm joking. Now, come on. Let's get you to Harlan." And began leading you inside the mansion.

But you planted your feet on the ground, causing her to stagger back to you. "Why would I meet Harlan?" You asked, bewildered.

She looked at you sheepishly. "I may have bragged about your writing and business skills way too much. Because as soon as I said you were coming today, he instructed me to bring you straight to his office."

What did your friend tell him that Harlan Thrombey wanted to meet you? And not just meet you but meet you straight away? It annoyed you nonetheless. "Alaïa, but-"

"No if and buts. You are going to the office right now." She declared and dragged your whining body with her.

_

"Harlan, look who's here." Alaïa announced as she pushed open the large doors.

You stood beside her and smiled at Harlan when his eyes lit up. "Oh, Luna. Welcome dear. I have heard a lot about you." He said with a good-natured smile.

"I don't know what she has told you but I'm definitely not what you think." You said, stepping towards him.

Harlan huffed out a chuckle. "I call it nonsense. I have seen you work, I have seen your articles. You are an asset to have-"

"How are you doing, Harlan?" A dark baritone voice called from behind as the doors flung open, sending shivers down your spine.

You gazed back and your breath hitched in your throat. In walked The Five Brothers, the richest and most dangerous people in the world. If one percent of the world's population ruled the 99 percent, then they ruled the hundred percent of it. They had unimaginable power, both legally and illegally.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you had company." The eldest, Andy Barber said. You didn't catch the intrigue in his voice.

Because among them was him. He was the last one to come in, your eyes locked for a second and an emotion you couldn't decipher passed through his eyes before he completely disregarded you and returned to his nonchalant attitude.

And why would he care? You meant nothing to him. Or he wouldn't have left the way he did. It was just a second of eye contact but for you it felt like eternity as the bittersweet memories flashed before your eyes. They were tainted by the black cloud of reality but for you, they meant everything. Because even if you were a mere lay for him. You liked that bastard. Loved even, if you allowed yourself that pain.

"Luna, I didn't know he'd come. I'm sorry." Alaïa said but you were already too out of your mind to care about her words.

You were drowning. Drowning in pain, in the memories, in the abandonment after swearing to never love, seeing your parents example. Only to open your heart to that asshole and have it smashed into a billion pieces.

Your lungs were bursting and tears were prickling your eyes. You didn't want to cry over that fucker, never, not again. But your breath was already coming out in short puffs and it was getting difficult to remain discreet. You were going to cry, you couldn't help it.

"Harlan, my head is hurting like crazy. I think coming here in this scorching heat caused it. Can we talk at night?" You blurted out as you released a shuddery breath, unshed tears bluring your vision.

Harlan's eyes softened and he gave you a compassionate smile. "Of course, dear. Take care of yourself."

You nodded with a wry smile and turned to leave. Attempting to bypass the large men that had engulfed the entire study.

There was no furniture at the door, no plants but you still gasped as your feet hit something, disbalancing you as you fell. However, before you could fall, a pair of strong arms caught you. You knew who caught you, you knew that scent too well. You looked up to glare at him. He made you fall.

"Woah, babe. I know women fall head over heels for me but I didn't mean it literally." He chuckled and you screwed your eyes shut to stop yourself from slapping the fuck out of him.

"Maybe you are way too sick. Should I escort you to your room?" He said and you snapped your gazes up at him.

You wanted to squirm out of his hold. Maybe stomp on his feet. You wanted to run away but the bruising grip around your waist didn't allow you the courtesy. His signet ring digging into your skin, as if pleading to agree, to hear whatever he wanted to say or do.

"Please." You whispered, you didn't know what you were asking. To tell you the truth and finally give you closure or to not break your heart again.

You squealed as he collected you in his arms. Promptly trapping you.

"Yeah, Bruce just go and drop her. Don't mess around here, okay." Andy said with a sigh.

"Of course, brother. Why would I do that now?" Bruce said with feigned innocence, causing all of his brothers to scoff.

He turned to Alaïa and stared at her expectantly. "Oh, third floor, last room on the left side." She hastily informed.

He nodded with his charming smile and dashed out the door. But you knew he wasn't taking you to your room.

"Bruce put me down." You said with calm firmness. Finally getting a hold of your emotions.

"No." He said with an attitude as he marched up the stairs, the forcing rocking you hard in his arms as you clutched his shoulders.

"Bruce, I said let me go and don't give me that attitude."

No answer.

"BRUCE LET ME DOWN." You were suddenly pushed into a dark corridor. His entire weight pinned you down to keep you from squirming away.

His head whipped to the right side, inky hair cascading over his forehead as your slap echoed in the hollow corridor. He did not move his head, did not bat an eye, hell! He looked like he wasn't even breathing.

You snapped his face to the left as you hit him again and again. You knew it was wrong. You knew he wasn't feeling more than a pat on his cheeks as you were no match for his strength but you still did it. Once, twice, thrice. You did it till tears rolling down your cheeks blurred your vision, till your hands hurt and shook, till they were covered by larger ones.

You wanted to cry on his shoulder, like how you did when you didn't get the expected result but you refrained from it. And leaned against the wall instead.

"Want to hit me again? Go ahead." Bruce whispered, his thumbs soothing your aching palms. There was emotion in his voice now, the care that he lacked before.

"You left," You said through sobs. "You left after we lost our virginity together!"

"I did. But I never wanted to leave you. I had to." He replied, his voice cracking in the end.

"That is not a good fucking excuse, Bruce Wayne." You bit back and tried to wriggle out of his hold but you were further pressed into the fall when he caught onto your escape plan.

"I'm not making any excuses Luna. I had no choice, we had no choice! They were so close to uncovering our identity. We would have been done for."

"Who they? What they? Bruce do you seriously give this explanation to every single woman you fuck and abandon? When you take their virginity or sack a married woman? You are a pathetic excuse of a man, Bruce." You were just his practice. Someone he lost his virginity to, nothing more, nothing less. You were done. You didn't want any closure, any explanation if this was what you were getting. You wanted him out of your sight and life. Even if it meant leaving your best friend's wedding.

"I swear on my dead mother's grave I didn't want to leave, Luna!" Bruce roared and you finally halted, coming down from your hysteria. You looked at him as you both heaved.

He swore on his mother. The mother who he loved dearly. Who was kicked out on the streets with his other four brothers by their father and mistress, throwing them out of the life of luxury to beg on the streets. The one who died in front of him in a car accident when he was just eight.

Bruce told you all this when he was too drunk or too sleepy to care. So you weren't relying on gossip here.

Now you listened to him as he took a deep breath. "Do you think I like it? Moving from one place to another on a day's notice? Working minimum wage jobs even though we were far more capable? Changing identities like clothes? Do you think we liked living in fear? I had a red dot on my forehead, Luna. Heck! Maybe I still do and when I say I didn't have the time to even say goodbye, I mean it. And no, I didn't sleep with married women, didn't take anyone's virginity. All hook ups were consensual and I don't give anyone any excuse or explanation."

"Is this really the truth?" You asked, exhausted and relaxed at the same time.

"It is, Luna. I never wanted to leave you. I-missed you." He whispered and gingerly touched his forehead with yours and when you didn't jerk away, he released a shuddery breath.

"I don't forgive you." You whispered back, touching his stubbled jaw. God, his warmth, he still used that aftershave. It brought back so many memories.

"You don't have to."

"Are you asking for it?"

"Yes."

To your dismay, a hope bloomed in your heart that maybe, you would be able to forgive him with time and rekindle the unsaid. However, you quickly crushed that desire. You were worlds apart now. You were still grinding your ass to study and get a good job while he was one of the richest men in the world. You didn't belong here. He did.

You slid your head from his forehead to his chest as he buried his head into your hair. You let a few more tears fall off your eyes as a pang of headache hit you. It was great while it lasted.

"Bruce-oh! You know her?" A surprised voice startled you as Bruce tensed underneath your hold.

He sucked in a deep breath and whirled around so quickly it gave you whiplash, his tall stature shielding you completely. "And now why would I tell you, shorty? Were you stalking me?" He said with a sardonic smirk as you gaped at him.

This was not the sensible, careful and vulnerable Bruce. This was the rude, condescending and arrogant rich asshole everybody knew him as. Granted he always had a bad temper with an even worse mouth but this was not him. Maybe he changed overtime.

Bucky didn't even bat an eye over his height's judgement and said. "No, I wasn't stalking you. You were taking too long so Steve told me to check if you were behaving. Now who is she?" Bucky's mouth also turned upwards, his almost green eyes twinkling with mischief as his chocolate hair fell over his forehead. Even if Bucky was on the shorter side, it did nothing to deter his beauty.

Your thoughts were interpreted by the loud snort of Bruce. "Come on, Buck. You are becoming such a pet of our Stevie. I don't know what treats he gives you but they sure look worth it. And as for her?" Bruce turned to you, head cocked with a raised eyebrow.

You sidestepped Bruce and came face to face with Bucky. You told him your name. "People call me Luna, I'm his friend from college."

Bucky let out a breathy chuckle. "Honey, he changed colleges like clothes. You'd have to be more specific."

"Very first college, Buck. You know." Bruce said nonchalantly and your head snapped to glare at him. You were half upset when you thought his brothers didn't know about you but as Bucky's flicked over you and your cheeks heated up. You wanted them to forget about you.

You glanced at Bucky with an awkward smile as realisation dawned on him and his mouth curved in a o shape. He stuck out his hand for you with a warm smile. "Don't worry, doll face. Only I and Bruce know about you and his… friendship." You shook it.

"Bruce, I didn't know she was such a beauty. You should have told us. We would have taken her with us." You and Bucky laughed. However, Bruce only narrowed his eyes and his jaw ticked.

"I should escort her to her room." Bucky said.

"But that's my duty."

"No, Harlan wants to discuss AI so he needs you. Plus, I have a message to deliver to, doll face."

Bruce huffed and nodded reluctantly. All three of you went to the stairs before diverging. However, you still felt Bruce's eyes as you glanced over your shoulder and found him looking longingly at you. You gave him a smile before he disappeared down the stairs.

"So what is the message you have to deliver, Mr. Barnes?" You ask in a whisper.

Bucky suddenly hooked his arm in your and pulled you towards him, making your breath hitch at the closeness as his heady scent made you dizzy.

"It's Bucky Alaïa wants you to meet her in the garden at 5. She wants you to meet Ransom." He whispered back in your ear and you gulped as it sounded like a dark lullaby to your brain.

"O-okay." You stammeredq out as your room finally arrived.

"Bye, bye, doll face." Bucky rasped close to your face and you were almost disappointed that you arrived so quickly.

Now that Bucky had left, his words registered in your brain. Why the fuck did Alaïa want you to meet Ransom? Was she planning on making you a mistress? You should really stop reading those reddit stories.

-

You dressed into a black, long dress after taking a nice shower and scrubbing away all the dirt and sweat. After shower feeling was the best feeling.

You gilded down the stairs, stepping into the bustling living room. You promptly avoided all of the people and made a beeline for the door leading to the garden. But you stumbled forward, almost falling to the ground as someone had just stepped on your dress. Perfect!

You turned around and your scathing words died an untimely death on your tongue as your eyes landed on the burly man. A phone pressed between his shoulder and ear as his brows were furrowed in concentration and frustration, his pink lips jutting out as his blonde hair made his blue eyes shine even brighter.

Steve Rogers. Even if he looked a tid bit more approachable than his twin, he still wasn't someone to mess with. And if you cussed at him, well then you could say goodbye to your career.

You sighed and tentatively stepped closer to him. Gingerly, you touched his bicep.

"Hey, stay away from him!" A coarse, deep voice thundered, making you shriek away from Steve as it left you shaking with fear.

This caught Steve's attention as he looked at you and then at his right. "Clark, where are your manners? Yelling at a lady? And for no reason?"

Clark hissed but you weren't able to look at him. "Shit, brother. I wasn't yelling at her. The man behind you, he has a knife."

You furrowed your brows and turned behind to a worker holding a knife with a deer caught in headlights look.

Steve raised an eyebrow at him as he quickly stuttered out. "This is to open a package." And tossed the knife to a nearby worker who disappeared to the storage room.

Steve sighed heavily. "Clark, I can defend myself, you know that right? Why do you overreact so much? And did you not see her?" And pointed at you.

Clark replied after a beat of silence. "I genuinely didn't. I'm sorry…" He started walking towards you but you only recoiled into Steve with each step he took.

You didn't want his apology, at least not right now. You were far too shaken to think coherently.

Steve sighed and coiled an arm around your clinging form and caressed your side. "Clark, not right now. She's far too shaken up to not cry or scream at you. Try again, later."

"But, brother-"

"Leave." He said through gritted teeth.

Clark's footsteps faded away as you involuntarily hid in his chest, his earthy scent grounding you as he shushed you. "Hey, doll. It's okay, it's alright. He won't hurt you, no one would. It was just a misunderstanding, stop shaking babydoll." He cooed.

His soft deep voice relaxed you but as soon as the fear was gone, embarrassment burnt your cheeks as you stepped away.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to… " You rasped. Did you just rub yourself on The Steve Rogers like a needy kitten?

"Don't say that, doll. My brother caused it so I must fix it."

"Thank you and-" You yelped as you descended down the floor. His foot was still on your dress. Great!

You braced yourself for the impact but bounced in two strong arms as your hands flew to his forearms.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know I was standing on your dress." He said when you snapped your eyes open.

You were swimming in his blue gaze of concern and sincerity. "Yeah, that's what I was trying to say."

"What's your name, doll? Hmmm?" He asked after brought you back to your feet. Your eyes fluttered as his knuckles ran softly over your cheek.

You told him your name.

"Doll is much better, suits you well. Where were you going, anyway?" He quietly asked.

"I-um, I was going to meet Ransom."

"Oh, I was going to meet him as well. Let's go together."

"No, thank you." You politely declined.

"Come with me." He said and dragged you towards the garden.

-

You talked with Ransom till seven, he wasn't at all like the media projected him. Maybe he changed for Alaïa as he was really committed and determined to do things right. They had your blessings to put your feelings into words.

After Steve dragged you to the garden. He was courteous enough to let you talk to your friend and Ransom privately before he joined.

Then you went to finally meet Harlan and had the overdue talk. He wanted to discuss the latest trends in the writing industry and how to incorporate it in his company's branding. So, that it could appeal to younger audience.

It was a long and draining conversation and you deeply sighed, leaning against the wooden door of Harlan's office. You were finally going to the garden, which you wanted to revisit since you stepped foot in it.

"Miss?"

You gasped at the voice and started for the stairs but Clark's body blocked your path, pushing you against the door.

"I didn't want to scare you." He said, genuinely remorseful.

"You are doing that right now." You snapped and he put up his hands in surrender.

"It's not intentional, I swear."

It might not be. The brothers were tall, except Bucky but Clark was a beast. His biceps were larger than your hand and he practically dwarfed you with his sheer shadow. His eyes were also blue but they had a brown sprinkled in them. He had a little beard with a moustache that made him look even more intimidating and sexy. You had never seen a man who looked this sexy in a moustache.

"Well then be more mindful." You bit back.

He nodded and snaked his hand behind him and pulled out a rose. And not just any rose but a black rose. Where he found it you had no idea but it mesmerized you nonetheless. It was something you had only seen on television and seeing it in real life left you agape.

He offered the rose to you. "I'm sorry, princess." He whispered, the nickname heating up your cheeks.

You gingerly took the rose and let a giddy smile tug on your lips. "Okay, I forgive you. Just remember you are way bigger and stronger than most people. Use your strength wisely." He nodded with a bunny smile and you smiled back before heading to the garden.

You loudly and walked into the garden in peace. Walking in the open at night was another level of tranquillity that you didn't get very often, thanks to your dorm in the concrete jungle.

You twirled the rose in your hand, halting at nearby flowers. You bit your lips wanting to pluck some and put them in a vase. Even though they wouldn't last forever, the contrast would still look appealing.

But you didn't have the permission of any of the Drysdale.

"Couldn't sleep?" A dark baritone voice said from behind.

You flinched and turned around to be greeted by Andy Barber, wearing a simple white tee and sweats. A silver chain peeking through the collar as a smirk danced across his bearded cheeks.

"Pleasure meeting you, Mr. Barber."

"The feeling is mutual, miss. How's your headache now?" He raised a brow.

You told him your name and nickname. "And it's much better now, thanks for asking."

"Hmmm, Luna, so fitting for the person and the setting," He erased the distance between you two in two long strides and glanced at you. "I couldn't blame you. The night is beautiful."

"But the garden is even more beautiful." You said as he glanced at you.

"Indeed."

"I don't get to dwell in the greenery much." You resumed your walking.

"How so?" He followed.

"It's just study, sleep and sometimes relax for me."

"What are you studying?"

"Business, last year."

"Internship."

"Freelance." You said with a shake of your head. Andy somehow liked your presence and so did you. He was like the ocean.

"And won't you ask me about my work?" He teased as you were back behind the bushes of colourful roses.

"I know everything about that, Mr. Barber."

"It's Andy, darling," He said and only then did you notice the distance, or lack thereof between you and him. "And so confident about it, darling?"

You swallowed through your smile. "Well, everybody knows about how your work is going. So I'm pretty confident."

He chuckled. "I like it. Tell me more."

You resisted the urge to narrow your eyes as he seemed way too interested in a mere student and you have also grown tired.

"A black rose?" He voiced suddenly, lifting your hand to examine the item.

"Yes, isn't it unique?"

"That it is. Who gave you this?" He demanded softly.

You hesitated before speaking. "Mr. Kent."

"Who?" Andy asked as if you had told him the answer to the Bermuda Triangle mystery.

"Mr. Kent " You squealed as his thumb brushed the underside of your hand.

"Why?"

"Because he accidentally scared me by screaming."

He huffed out a chuckle. "Typical of Clark," He walked closer to you, ceasing the distance between you two completely. You averted your eyes as the tension grew. "It'll look better with some companions."

His hand went above your head and you gasped as he presented you red, yellow, white and light pink roses.

"Andy, you don't have the permission for that." You breathed and shook your head.

"Oh honey, I have all the permission you need." He said and handed you the roses. "Take them, they'll look good together."

You nodded. "Ah, actually I'm feeling sleepy and I'm kinda an insomniac, so it's an opportunity I can't miss. We'll resume our conversation tomorrow." You lied.

He pondered over your words, making you nervous before he smiled and nodded. "Of course, sleep is important. Especially to a beauty like you."

You offered a parting smile and walked away. You hugged yourself as a chill ran down your spine. It was not because of the cold night but the gaze that bore into you and the dark aura that clung to you, you couldn't shake it off even when you tried.

You felt something would change drastically, what and how. You didn't know.

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[holylulusworld]

Jerk next door (6) - Two new players

Summary: You move in next door to a jerk after a bad breakup.

Pairing: Andy Barber x fem!Reader

Characters: Destroyer!Chris, Captain Syverson

Warnings: angst, mentions of past domestic violence (implied), mentions of divorce, mentions of past physical abuse, scared reader, mentions of past alcohol abuse, rueful Andy, mentions of murder

A/N: It's been a while, huh.

Jerk next door masterlist 

<< Jerk next door (5)

“No,” you violently shake your head. “I won’t set foot into his house. Let Quentin come and kill me. It’s better than being under the care of this man.” 

“Miss,” Chris sighs. He’s fucking tired of taking care of other people’s problems. “I’m tired, my head hurts like hell and I haven’t slept for a week. Please give me a break.”

“Oh,” considering his words you look at the stranger in your house again. He looks tired and sick. “Wait, have a seat. Do you want some water? I got not much food left, but I can make you a sandwich.”

“I came here for a reason, miss.”

“Y/N,” you offer a weak smile. “I’m sorry for barking at you. It’s his fault, not yours. You only try to help me.”

“It’s fine,” he shrugs and takes the offered seat in your kitchen. “I get that you are mad at Barber. He’s a handful.”

“So, uh-Mr…” you furrow your brow. “Sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Just Chris,” he takes the glass of water you placed on the table and chugs it down. “I’m sorry too. It was a rough month…or rather year.”

Chris closes his eyes for a moment and sighs deeply.

“Maybe you should stay out of this shitshow. I already packed the most important things. I’ll try to start anew somewhere else.”

“He will follow you everywhere you go, miss,” Chris opens his eyes. His blue eyes hold your gaze as you try to find a way to keep him out of your problems. “Quentin Beck is the kind of bastard not letting go. He doesn’t love you but won’t let you live your life without him.”

“He will kill me,” you whisper. “Quentin told me so when I finally found the strength to file for divorce. I embarrassed him by revealing what he did to me. Though, no one was there to help me. They all turned a blind eye to my injuries and his behavior.”

“No man should put their hands on a woman,” Chris sneers. “I will make sure he’ll never get close to you, Y/N.”

“Quentin won’t give up.”

“Let him come,” Chris gets up from his chair because you’re rubbing your arms and your teeth chatter. “You’re freezing.”

“I-I’m scared, is all,” you reply. 

“No. You’re cold,” he shrugs his jacket off and puts it around your shoulders. “You need to calm down. I know Andy was a jerk, but he’s our only chance to keep you safe.”

“I don’t want to hide at his place,” you sniffle. “He’s as bad as my ex-husband.”

“Andy would never hurt a woman,” Chris softly speaks to you. “Laurie got him good. She broke something inside of him. Jerk or not, he will do anything to keep you safe.”

“Promised?” You look up at Chris.

“Promised.”

“Bedroom, bathroom,” Andy nervously points at the bed in his bedroom. “I’ll take the guestroom. This one is bigger.”

“This is ridiculous,” you huff and cross your arms over your chest. “If only you left me alone. I didn’t do anything wrong to make you hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, sweets,” he sighs and runs one hand down his face. Andy is fucking tired too. “Please let me at least try to make things up to you.”

“You put me in harm's line!” You throw your hands up. “I finally found a peaceful place and you had to ruin it for me. Even if he believes I left town, Beck will come back. If he sinks his teeth in your flesh, you are his next meal.”

Andy smirks. “Let him come. I’m not the tame and friendly lawyer if you fuck with me.” He cocks his head and watches you sit on his bed. Andy clears his throat and softens his voice. “I changed the sheets, and in the bathroom are fresh towels. I brought all your clothes into the walk-in wardrobe. It’s right through that door.”

Andy points at the door next to the bathroom.

“You can put them on the left side. It’s…empty,” he shrugs when you watch him with curiosity. “A habit.” He adds. “My ex-wife used to occupy the left side. I kinda never changed that. It’s empty since I moved in here.”

“I did the opposite,” you admit. “Quentin used the left side, and I put the silliest things on his side.” You grin. “He would so hate it.”

“Hmm…” Andy nods thoughtfully. “We removed any trace you lived at your house. A friend of mine will take your place. I had an emergency meeting with all the neighbors. They know about you, and Beck. Doris and Peter offered to have an eye on the house.”

“You make it sound so easily,” you wipe your wet eyes. “I used my real name, Andy. Sooner than later Quentin will find my employer, and I’m done for. He will come when I least expect it and…”

You look away. 

“He won’t,” Andy suddenly stands in front of the bed. “I don’t give a shit that he’s a cop. I’m an attorney lawyer, Chris is an ex-cop, and—” 

“And I was the leader of a special forces unit,” another man casually walks inside Andy’s bedroom. “Hello, sugar. Andy told me so much about you.”

“Hi,” you choke the word out, unable to think while crowded by the two of them.

The man holds out his hand. “Oh, she’s shy,” he hums and steps closer to look down at you. He looks even bigger than Andy and Chris. His blue eyes are soft, but his large hand promises more than a friendly handshake if you mess with him. “Captain Syverson, or Sy to you.“

„Hi,“ you squeak as he grabs your hand to shake it. His grip is firm, but you know, this is only a fraction of his strength. “I’m Y/N.”

“A pleasure to finally meet you,” he smirks, still holding your hand. “Andy told me so much about you, but forgot to tell me that you are the sweetest dame I ever laid eyes on.”

“Sy, can you just not?” Chris joins the party. He immediately glares at Syverson, not liking said man is still holding your hand. “We have a lot on our plate. Quentin Beck is sniffing around town. We got to stop him.”

“Let me break his neck then,” Sy grumbles. “Problem solved.”

“We are talking about murder in that case,” Andy ever the lawyer retorts. “We can’t just kill him, okay. All we have to do is convince him that Y/N left town.”

“All we gotta do is rip him a new one,” Chris bites back. “That piece of shit deserves to be punished for the crimes he committed. He’s hiding behind his badge.”

“I did a background check of Mr. Wonderful,” Syverson draws your attention back toward him, and away from Chris. “Y/N wasn’t the first woman he has hurt. Three of his former girlfriends reported him to the police.”

“Let me guess, the reports disappeared,” Chris makes a face. “I told you, he’s a piece of shit and had it coming for a long time.”

“Chris, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but we can’t run around and kill random people. Bastard or not,” Andy stops the two men from conspiring. Both are skilled and undoubtedly able to take Quentin down. “We need to do this the right way.”

“Well, no shit Sherlock,” Syverson grunts. “The other women tried to do it the right way. No one helped them. The reports disappeared, and his colleagues made sure that they didn’t try to file another report.”

Andy scowls at Syverson. “I get it. He’s not a sweetheart and we are on our own. Let’s make sure he’ll never hurt a woman without killing him then.”

You rock back and forth while the men decide on your ex-husband’s fate.

Whatever is going to happen, you are too weak to stop them or Quentin…

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[curvykittyyssmutfics]

Um...what about divorce! andy barber x his new fiance going to beach with hardcore smut! =^-^=

Beach Day

"Fuuuck, I needed this, y/n, you were right! The weather's perfect today and the water feels so damn good. I can't believe we're the only ones here!" I tell her loudly as I take off my neon green goggles, exit the water, and head to our shared spot in the sand.

I run a hand threw my drenched brunnette tips, gazing at your curvy figure becoming more distinct as I get closer to her. The light breeze wraps around me, making me shiver as water drips off my body in heavy rivulets. Turning to the spectacularly clear ocean water, its impossible not to admire the crashing waves. Sand grains clump between my toes as I walk backwards towards the love of my life, stopping a foot in front of the extra XL towel with her and all of our belongings on it.

"You gotta come out into the water with me, babygirl. I know for a fact you'd enjoy it. Feels so good and the views amazing. There's all kinds of sea life in there to see, honey. Blew my mind!" I say, turning to get a view of my gorgeous girl laid out on her striped beach chair.

She looks up at me from her book through her Chanel sunglasses as I study how fuckin pretty y/n is, even with her cute little round nose scrunched up in distaste. Gripping her sunset colored towel in the front to keep it shut tight, she leans over to set her book down and pick up a water bottle.

"I don't think so, Andy. This how I enjoy the beach. Especially right after a hair appointment. Do your thang tho." She tells me while flickin her long y/h/c hair off her shoulders, voice full of attitude.

"Oh is that how it is?" I ask her feisty ass with a raised brow.

"Yeah, damn right that's how it is. Think cause ya ass fine you gone get me to do any and everything." She grumbles at me, taking a swig of water.

Walking up to her, I gently grab the water from her slender fingers and take a quick drink before setting it down next to the chair. I lean down over her to speak near her ear.

"It's not really that hard to get you to do what I want, is it pretty girl?" I ask her softly, skimming my nose down her neck.

She smells so fuckin good, just like the gardenia perfume I told her was my favorite on her. That, mixed with her shea butter lotion, got me damn near drooling so I take a stronger whiff into her smooth chocolate skin.

"You callin me easy, boy?" Her tone missing all the bite it just held.

Her question makes me chuckle but I don't answer with words. Choosing instead to respond by kissing her neck softly, groaning at the way her body immediately responds to me.

Y/n becomes pliant, her head tilting to offer me space to do more. Her small, quiet gasps let me know all that earlier attitude is for show; I know I have my future little wife wrapped around my finger. Thoughts of my submissive woman have me grippin the arms of her chair tight and my dick chubbin up in the bright yellow swim trunks she picked out for me. Fuck, it never takes much for this woman to make me hard as a rock.

She doesn't notice though, her head back and eyes shut tight. Her perfect white teeth start to lightly gnaw on her plump bottom lip as I graduate to adding soft licks in-between my kisses to her delicate skin. That seems to register though, and her hushed noises switch to lusty whimpers and pants.

Those sounds are always music to my ears; love hearing and watching her bask in the way my touch makes her feel. She's so damn vocal, so sensitive to my ministrations.

I pull away reluctantly, standing to my full height to observe my woman. I'm delighted to see my girl staring back up at me with a heaving chest, open mouth and clenching thighs. I pull her sunglasses off and set them by our water bottle.

"Stand up. Towel off." I order abruptly, holding my hand out to her.

"But.. But Andy, I-"

I don't give her a chance to finish as I quickly reach for the hair at her nape with damp fingers and snatching her head back firmly. The silence that follows y/n's surprised gasp satisfies me as I repeat my words and wait for her response. Her quick nodd prompts me to release her and step back, raising my hand again.

She stands at a snail pace, but her cute skittle manicured hands are already untucking the towel and dropping it into my palm. Anxious y/e/c eyes stare at the sand as I asses her fit. The bathing suit wrappin around those luscious curves, MY curves, seductively is NOT the same one momma had laid out on the bed this morning. The sight of my masterpiece in this scrap of cloth has me forgettin where the fuck we are as I grab my cock through my shorts and squeeze.

"You changed your mind.." Is all I can say while leering at every inch of her.

"I ordered it a few years ago, but I could never find the courage to wear it." Y/n confesses, her eyes stuck on her toes digging into the sand.

"What changed?" I ask her curiously, lifting her chin with my index finger.

"You." She answers simply, beautiful eyes finally meeting mine.

Without thinking I press a passionate kiss to my women's deep red painted lips. She moans against my mouth when I hump our hips together repeatedly, pokin the tip of my hard dick against her clit as wrap my arms around her waist and hold her close.

"Your so fuckin amazing in every way, I'm gonna give you my all for the rest of our lives. I love you y/n." I vow when I break the kiss.

I peck her lips once more before spinnin her in a half circle, y/n now standing where I was and me in her place. I turn her to face the water then sit, bringing her to plop in my lap.

Fuck, those fat ass pussy lips feel like heaven against my dick, even through the material. I groan at the sensation of her surroundin me, taking her towel and spread it over us to hide our lower halves. She's havin none of that though, already so fuckin wet that I can feel her soakin through my damp shorts as she leans forward and pops her ass up and down on my clothed cock. The towel drops to the sand as I grip at her waist to steady myself.

"So you really like my bathing suit, Daddy?"

Her alluring tone has me groanin again out loud as I watch her body twist sensually with her head held back. The arch in y/n's spine and the wind blowing layers of her silky hair down her back is nothing short of an epic vision of flawlessness.

"So fuckin much honey. Hands down one of my favorites."

I watch as she reaches for the cloth hiding my prize between her perfect brown thighs and move it to the side. I move at the speed of light to unsheathe my thick dick and offer it to her. Her enticing high pitched moans boom around us as I lewdly stare at the sticky wetness of her pussy glistening in the sun. Cant help but to squeeze at her waist a bit more as my vixen teasingly sliding her pussy up and down my shaft in quick strides.

"Ohhh sh-shit honey, wait-"

But then I'm moaning loud at how my girls swiveling her hips in perfect circles over me, saturating my throbbing dick and balls in her juices. The feeling boiling in my ball sack got me wantin to tell momma to slow down but I wouldn't dream of stoppin this sexy women grindin all over my cock. Her pleading whines for me to fuck her rise in volume still and I gotta tense, abs rippling as I put in real fuckin effort not to bust my nut.

"Daddy put it in! Why won't you fuck meeee?"

Y/n's sobs alone are enough to make me wanna nut on the spot and I'm thinkin I might need to take a page outta babygirls page, beg her to give me a moment of reprieve.

"OK, j-just gimme a sec. Stop movin, momma. Don't wanna cum."

I try to warn her but she's so fuckin desperate for me and I understand why as I notice her rubbing frantic circles on her messy little button. Its unfortunate for me when one of her outta sync thrusts has my tip catchin at her pussy lips and I know I'm screwed. Baby girl's loud ass gasp is way too fuckin gleeful as she forcefully sits on my dick.

"Yeeeees! Gimme my dick, Daddy- lemme have it, pleeeease! Haaaaah fuck! Yesyesyesyes!"

There's not a single thing I can do as my eyes roll back and I immediately start to spurt cum into my future wife. I can't even muster any energy to feel pathetic as I nut gush after gush into her heavenly cavern. It's exhilarating, steals the breath from lungs as my dick pulsates from how her perfect little pussy strangles it.

Serving my woman jerky stabs, I aid her in bouncin ontop of me while she sobs my name. My balls smack against her wetly as she leans back against me, arm reaching out to hold the back of my neck. I abandon my hold at y/n's waist to wrap both arms around her tummy, my right moving farther down to join hers to rub her clit.

The feeling of her seizuring in my lap while squirting against my twitchin cock forces me to spray a couple more jets of cum into that tight little puss. I refuse to stop rubbing between her legs, making my poor girl come hard as fuck with jubilant shouts of my name. Reveling at the clutch on my dick, I praise y/n for being such a good girl.

"That's it honey, I want it all. My special girl deserves this and more. And I'm gonna get it for her. But you gotta come for Daddy first, sweetheart. Cum all over me, y/n. Good girl, such a good fuckin girl."

Shes thanking me enthusiastically, profusely. I can finally cease when the last dose of her love gushes out. A mixture of our cum oozes out around my cock, the breezing cooling the sticky liquid plastering my thighs and balls. I slide a finger throught the mess, writing my initials with the sticky wetness on her trembling thigh. It takes me a second to speak through my heaving breaths to the limp woman laying on my chest.

"Well, I know you only got your hair done yesterday but.. You sure you don't wanna get in the water, sweeetheart?"

My girl can't help but to laugh out loud at my one track mind, jabbing me in the side with a tired elbow.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Once Upon a Time 2

Warnings: non/dubcon and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

Characters: Andy Barber

Part of the Bookstore AU

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

That man is back. You see Andy’s gray jacket as he passes through the front doors. You shouldn't recognise it so easily.

You adeptly scurry behind the end of the bookshelf and hide. You know you shouldn’t do that, he’s a customer, but it’s the third time he’s been there in five days. You’re exhausted, not just of him but everything.

Only after his last visit did you realise he’s stopped asking for Pine. The shop owner has grown elusive and the managers bold in his absence. They barely walk the floor and leave you and the other associates to deal with truck and customers alike.

You hide up around the bestsellers and pretend to sort through the Top Picks shelf. As you do, your headset beeps and Chelsea calls your name over the line. She asks you to pop into the fiction. Great, she’s passing off another customer. All she does is scroll through her phone and drink her sugary lattes.

You hit the button and tell her you’ll be right there. You don’t need her yelling at another old woman. That cost you a store credit and a lot of stress. 

You head along the far wall and turn into the fiction section. You don’t see Chelsea but you find a familiar face nonetheless. Andy smiles and gives you a wave.

“There you are. Wasn’t sure you were working,” he greets as you approach wearily. Of course, it’s him. “I finished the last book so… actually, I don’t know if you watch it but I heard there were some books for that Bridgerton show. I just got into it– is that lame?”

He chatters a lot. He has a certain air to him. He can be charming but also seems to believe that everything he says is interesting. You wish he’d realise that to you he’s just another customer. The worst type; the sort that believes they’re your only one.

“I… I’ve seen the first episode but I haven’t been able to catch up,” you humour him, “we have the books. Some of the most popular sellers.”

You guide him down the aisle towards the spread of colourful covers. He follows and stops to peruse the title. He scratches his beard as he hums.

“Thanks, uh, I didn’t even ask,” he turns on you again, “how are you doing?”

You answer with your usual, the thoughtless, “good, and you?”

“Eh, long day at work. Figure I’d stop in on my lunch. Try to distract myself,” he undoes the top button of his coat, “toasty in here, huh?”

“I guess,” you shrug, “was there anything else you need help finding?”

“Uh, no, I don’t think so,” he deflates just slightly, “you’ll be around though, if I do?”

“Sure,” you answer as you repress a wave of agitation. 

You back away as he watches you, almost mournful. You assume he’s a little lonely. You hear divorce is rough. A bit sad to see. He’s probably twice your age and he makes you think of those guys who mope when you tell them not to grind on you in the club. You’re not much into that scene but every now and then Ginny talks you into it.

You see Chelsea a few shelves down. She has an airpod in and her headset dangling. You’re not surprised. Her acrylics tap on her phone as she paces blindly up and down. She won’t be much help.

You stop by the shelf of Garfield comics and fix the few books switched around. Customers tend to mess up more than they buy. The colourful books no doubt attracted children who didn’t know better than to leave chaos in their stead. That’s why you steer clear of the children’s section, even if the plushies are cute.

You spin back, wanting to head back up to best sellers but a tall figure appears from the end of a row. Andy waves at you again, several books against his left arm. He comes towards you as you reluctantly advance.

“Hey, uh, think I found what I need,” he announces, “I was looking at the online shop and you sell the little book lights?” He holds up his fingers to show the size, “they clip onto the page.”

“Oh, uh, yes, those are at the front,” you point, “right on your way to checkout.”

“Great,” he hugs the books tighter. You stand in the lull, expecting him to say more. He clears his throat and traces his fingers around his mouth, “uh, well, you… you can’t check me out?”

“I’m not on cash until one,” you say. “Sorry, but someone will be up there.”

“Mmm,” he nods and looks down at his armful, “you’re so helpful. I wanted to fill out the survey for you.”

“That’s fine,” you shake your head, “really. I hope you enjoy your books.”

"Yeah, I don't know if I should watch the show first or after..."

"Hmm, I don't know," you say. "I hear they're both good."

He doesn’t move right away. His face falls as he lingers. You don’t know what to do. That’s about the nicest way you can say go away.

You put your hand to your earpiece and look away, “yeah, one second, be right there,” you say to no one. “Sorry, gotta get back to it.”

You inch away and twirl around, swiftly dipping down an aisle. His long sigh tails after you as his disappointment nips at your heels. It’s not like he’s done anything wrong, he’s been polite, but it’s a bit much. There’s at least six other associates he can bother. You’d prefer it if he did.

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Oh what about Andy barber from defending jacob....so here is my request about Andy lost everything, he divorce his wife and the death of son, Jacob. Every once a week, he goes to see his hard working therapist, reader. He has a slight crush on her and one day off, Andy saw her in the bar. Smut in the bar bathroom

sorry, this took so long, and hopefully, it's okay, my smut might not be as good as I feel drained from it, haha.

summary - andy's therapist helps him in another unprofessional way.

warning - smut, talks of grief, dirty talk.

18+ only please, gif credit to @katlarence & divider credit to @firefly-graphics and @newlips

“So, how are you feeling today, Andy?” Y/n asks as she opens her notebook. I clear my throat, adjusting myself from the sight of her in her skirt, her leg poking through the slit. I pull the collar of my shirt away from my neck, feeling the room become warm.

“Uh…good” She raises a brow, “there are times I go to talk to Jacob or see something he’d like and then I remember that I can no longer talk to him or see the joy on his face because he’s dead and it’s all Laurie’s fault, and I still feel so guilty. I could’ve saved him, and I should’ve seen the signs sooner.” Tears fill my eyes.

Y/n pauses before placing her notebook down and grabbing my hand, “Andy, none of this is your fault, and there was nothing you could do to prevent it. Have you been doing the exercises I recommended?” I nod.

“Yeah, they help sometimes,” I say while stroking her hand. We talk for another fifty-five minutes before my appointment is up.

“Alright, Andy, unfortunately, that’s all the time we have. When would you like to make your next appointment?” I reply, making it in two weeks. As we say our goodbyes, all I can think about is bending her over her desk and taking out all of my frustrations.

I walk into my regular bar, desperate for a drink after my day. I order myself a whiskey, nodding to the bartender as he places my drink down. I go to take a sip before I hear something, a voice followed by a laugh that I recognise. I look to where it’s coming from and choke on my saliva. There she stands, wearing a gorgeous knee-length tight black with one of those stupid slits that show off her legs. I notice her breasts are pushed up, causing thoughts to enter my mind. I watch as her head tilts back when she laughs, eyes travelling down her throat, wondering what it would feel like to kiss, lick and bite it.

I’m so zoned out that I don’t notice her looking at me before excusing herself and making her way over. I’m brought out of my thoughts by a hand touching my arm, and my eyes focus on her smiling red lips. ‘Fuck, I wish they were wrapped around my cock.’

“Andy, hi.” My breath hitches in my throat.

“Hi,” I notice her trying to rub her thighs together subtly, I try to smile, but her perfume fills my senses, causing my cock to stir. She gestures to the empty seat next to me.

“Mind if I sit?” I shake my head, imagining her sitting on something else, but the stool would have to do. 

“Go ahead,” my breath hitches ago, goosebumps covering my skin as her leg brushes against his. 

“I’m sorry if I’m ruining your evening” I place a hand on hers.

“Your not.”

Our lips are locked as I push her against the bathroom door, muttering against them to jump. Her legs wrap around my waist, her core rubbing against my jean-clad bulge, and a soft moan leaves her lips from the friction. My tongue swipes her bottom lip before entering her mouth. The taste of strawberries and vodka fills my taste buds.

I walk over to the sink and place her on top before I reach down and under her dress. Ready to rip off her underwear, but I pull back, eyes wide as I look at her. An eyebrow raised, I watched Y/n blush and look down before placing my finger under her chin and making her look up at me, “wanna tell me why you're not wearing anything under this dress.” Y/n bites her lip, looking deep into my eyes.

“Um…It created lines….” She nibbles on her bottom lip, my eyes darting down and back up. Hand still under her dress, my fingers stroke her lips before finding her clit and rubbing. Staring into her eyes as I do, eyes dark with lust, hers roll back into her head when I thrust two in and rub her clit with my thumb. With my other hand, I unzip my jeans and take my thick cock out, my bulbous head leaking and throbbing. 

Lifting Y/n’s dress to her hips, my cock hardens even more at the sight of her glistening pussy. She whines, placing her hands on my hips and trying to pull me closer. My cock lays heavy against her entrance before slowly pushing in, my head falls forward, and a loud groan leaves my mouth as whimpers leave hers. 

My hips pull back before snapping roughly back in, my cock squeezed by her tight walls, thrusting into her hard and fast. My hands bruise her hips as I relentlessly fuck into her, my cock pounding into her tiny hole. Groans and moans fill the bathroom, skin slapping, and I embrace Y/n holding her close as my cock slides in and out. I place kisses along her collarbone and neck, leaving marks.

“Oh– oh, Andy, we shouldn’t be – fuck – doing this.” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head as my cock hits her sweet spot, and her nails dig into my back, holding on for dear life. I pick up the pace, relentlessly tearing her cunt open. I pull back and stare at her face. One hand comes up and grips her chin, making her look at me. Her dazed eyes connected with my dark blue ones. Causing my cock to throb inside of her.

Sending a particularly hard thrust, “Of course, we should be doing this. You're helping me.” My hand wraps around her throat as I fuck hard into her, feeling my end approaching quickly. “Fuck– this is embarrassing, but I’m so close, and you feel so fucking good.” I feel Y/n clench around me, and my hands grip her hips tight as I continue to send relentless thrusts into her tiny hole. 

“Andy– Andy, fuck. Please.” Y/n’s eyes roll to the back of her head as her cunt pulsates around him and her cream coats his massive, throbbing cock. Her body slips as her client pounds into her tight cunt. 

Andy can feel his balls tightening, burying his cock deep inside Y/n before he releases and fills her to the brim with his load. A sigh of relief leaves the two of them as the feeling of a weight being lifted off of their shoulders leave. Andy slowly pulls out, reaching over and grabbing a paper towel before wetting it and cleaning both of them up. “Thank you,” his puppy dog blues look connected with Y/n’s eyes as he helps her re-dress herself before doing the same with himself. 

Y/n smiles, her hand coming up and strokes his cheek. A squeal of shock leaves her lips as Andy leans forward and captures hers with his, bringing her into a passionate kiss.

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A very horny Monday to you!

On this fine day let's think, thirst and talk about... OVA with your tattoo artists 😏

And it only took me until Wet Wednesday to respond. Hehe.

O - Andy Barber

We know Andy is a bit of a grump. No one can really blame him after losing his son and divorcing Laurie. So when you burst into his life, all smiles and brightness, it's almost blinding. But he'd be lying if he said he wasn't thinking of you when you left his shop.

He wonders if you'd smile when you drop to your knees for him. Or if you'd moan at the first touch of your tongue on his cock. Picturing those pretty eyes of your filled with tears because you're so full on him is almost enough for him to lose it as he strokes himself. But it isn't just your mouth he thinks about.

He wonders just how sweet you taste.

He sure as hell can't taste the sun, but he wants you to burn his tongue with your essence. He wants to feel your fingers twist through his hair as he has his fill. Wants his beard soaked with your release. After being along for so long, he's knows he's going to be a bit of a selfish lover and indulge. But he'll make it good for you.

Until you're begging for him to stop. *****

V - Steve Rogers

You were done for when you walked into the shop. If you weren't so afraid of getting your first tattoo, your panties would've been drenched from the smirk Steve gave you. He sensed it, too, since he ended up taking you home and having you as his own personal birthday present.

He isn't one to grab, but he's a big boy and knows he is. He takes pride in ruining your pretty pussy and he swore he never felt anything so warm, wet, and tight before you. He doesn't have to tell you that you're ruined, but you both know it. And the moans you let out as filthy praise falls from his lips as you take him is enough to make him wonder why you hadn't walked into his shop, and life, sooner.

He asks himself the same thing again in his mind when he fills you up.

You may be a sweet teacher by day, but you're his Rose now and a slut for his cock. But not just a slut. HIS slut. That's important to differentiate.

*****

A - Bucky Barnes

Bucky is a little possessive of Sugar. He can't help himself. It isn't like Richard though or any other asshole. Bucky respects and cares for you. He only wants the best for you.

He also wants to make you feel good.

You've never had your ass fucked. You didn't want that with Richard or, really, any other guy. But the thought of Hottie wrecking your holes though and claiming every single part of you? That's a different story.

And Bucky knows it's another display of your vulnerability and, fuck, is he going to make sure you remember how good it can feel. Another big boy, he's going to take his time stretching you and easing himself in when he knows you're ready for him. He'd take it slow and whisper how well you're doing for him as he plays with your clit, wanting you to know that he's going to put your pleasure first.

Practically sobbing as you tighten around him, he keeps his mouth against your skin as he talks you through it. That he's there. He's got you, Sugar. You're so good for him. And thanking you for trusting him to take care of you.

He always will.

*****

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1 - Better Than Boys

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A/N: Hi! The first chapter of Better Than Boys! I Hope you’ll like it. There’ll be definitely a lot going on, def some huge dramas of course👀 inspired by this post and the many conversations we @jamneuromain had🤣

Please leave some feedback and reblog!

Pairing: Boyfriends!Dad! Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: boyfriends dad Andy, age gap (Andy mid forties, reader mid/early twenties) , smut, oral m receiving, daddy kink, ball and cock worship, cheating, guilt, angst

Friday evenings were movie nights at Jacobs. You were there. You brought popcorn. The movie had already started. You were cuddled up in a blanket on the couch in their living room. The pizza would be there soon, too.

Jacob wasn’t there.

Your boyfriend wasn’t home and forgot to tell you.

And you felt humiliated as soon as a confused Andy Barber opened the door.

“Oh hello Mr Barber! It’s nice to see you”, you greeted your boyfriend's father, who had just opened the front door. A slightly tired smile on his face, the dark circles under his eyes only confirming how little he slept in all the recent months he was busy with the divorce.

He opened the door a bit wider to let you in. “Hello, Sweets. Jacob left an hour ago. He said he’d be gone for a while”, he informed you, helping you take off your slightly wet jacket from the rain.

Confused, you looked up at the man. “He left? Oh, that’s…he’ll definitely be back soon. Fridays are movie nights, so he should definitely be back soon. I’d wait for him if that’s okay”, of course Andy let you stay. He’d let you stay any day at any hour, if he had to be honest with himself.

And he really shouldn’t feel like that.

“Jacob just called-he won’t make it. The rain is too heavy for him to drive so…he stays the night at his friends place..if you want I can drive you home”, said Andy entering the living room, making you jump in surprise, especially since you were currently watching a horror movie. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks while you slowly looked back at the older man, before looking out of the window. The weather was awful, the whole world seemed gray and windy. It was raining cats and dogs. You definitely wouldn’t feel good making Andy drive in this weather.

Sighing, you shook your head. “No, I’d stay the night if that’s okay. It’s late and the rain is awful. I’d be worried when you’d have to drive home”, you shrugged, just when you turned your head back to the tv the possessed doll appeared scaring you enough to nearly make you drop the popcorn bowl.

At the same time Andy laughed in amusement. “ ‘Course you can stay. Do you mind if I accompany you? I’d love to take my mind off the horrors I’m going through and watch a real one-Annabelle, right?” “Yeah, I’d love some company”, you mumbled pulling the blanket higher to your face.

Andy sat down next to you with his own pizza, already having half of it eaten. “If you want some more help yourself, I won’t be able to eat both mine and JJs pizza”, you chuckled, but even to your ears it sounded stained.

“Sure, you can have some of mine, too, if you want”, he said, putting the box on the glass table in front of the couch. While he leaned back, his arm accidentally brushed over yours. Goosebumps erupted over your whole body. A shiver run down your back.

God, why couldn’t this stop? It happened every time Andy touched you, if by accident or not.

The occasional hugs to congratulate someone on your birthday, or well, Andy’s birthday. Every time that happened you felt your heartbeat quicken, your breath hitching and sometimes when he pulled you a bit tighter against him, even your pussy throb. He affected you in every way possible.

Twenty minutes later you decided to finally take a piece of Andy’s pizza, immediately feeling your mouth burn. “Holy shit-“, you coughed putting the piece back. Andy looked at you in surprise, partly because of the swear and also because of your coughing. “What-why is it so spicy”, you tried to clear your throat, but it only felt worse.

“Right I forgot-it’s probably because of the jalapeños and hot sauce, wait let me get you some milk. It should help”, with that he rushed to the kitchen filling you a glass of milk. As soon as he gave you the glass you chugged it down, some of the milk not even making it into your mouth, instead leaking from the corners of your mouth down your chin and throat, soaking the collar of your t-shirt.

And Andy was hard now.

He immediately looked away, not trusting himself with you around. Especially when you look like this. Wet from the milk, messy. What would happen if you’d suck his dick? Would you be this messy too? Would you let him finish on your face? Let him rub his cum into your skin? Mark you?

Fuck.

His dick twitched again and he really hoped you couldn’t see it when he covered himself with the blanket, also taking his pizza box to cover his crotch a bit more. Now you definitely wouldn’t notice it anymore.

“How can you eat these? I feel like my throat is bleeding”, you mumbled, drinking the last sip of your milk. “Don’t swallow-it will maybe help a bit better”, he couldn’t stop himself from licking over his own bottom lip when he saw your red, swollen lips. How badly he just wanted you to let him fill your mouth with- Andy, get a grip on yourself.

“Any better?”, he asked, feeling a bit bad having forgotten to tell you about the jalapeños on his pizza. You nodded slowly, feeling some of the milk leak from the corners of your mouth while you gulped down the milk again.

This time Andy couldn’t stop himself from brushing his thumb over the corner of your mouth, then over your lips before gently pushing his thumb into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. Noticing how you didn’t even move away. He could even feel like your tongue pushed against the tip of his finger.

You were looking right into his eyes, never breaking eye contact while you slowly sucked his thumb a bit further into your mouth. This time it was Andy’s breath that hitched. You were definitely doing this on purpose. Making him all hot and bothered.

Now that he thought about it, maybe it wasn’t the first time you tried to tease him.

Maybe the first time you did it was when you walked around the house just in an oversized t-shirt, your legs on full display and when you bent down to pick up the napkin you dropped he saw the lacy panties you wore.

Or maybe it was when you left your phone on the table with a picture in dark blue lingerie. A picture of you. He recognised the necklace you had on. A necklace he quickly bought after Jacob told him he had no gift for you. So technically…the necklace he gave you.

There had been so many times he had to control his damn dick when you were around, always bending down right in front of him or brushing your ass against him while passing by him.

“You little minx”, he didn’t even mean to say it, but the smirk he received made it clear you knew exactly what you were doing. He pulled out his thumb from your lips, not being able to stop now. The switch was now turned over, he couldn’t control it anymore. He needed you. To feel you. Your young, pretty body is against him. You soft, plump lips on his dick. Wanting to hear you moan. Make you cum, over and over again. Maybe he’d manage to get you to squirt. He was sure nobody had done it before. Not his son. He could hear the two of you sometimes-the walls were thin. Even just from hearing your fake moans he could tell you were pretending.

He wanted to hear the real moans. He wanted you to orgasm on his fingers, mouth, dick, face, whatever.

Andy grabbed your shirt, pulling you against his chest immediately pressing his lips to your in a demanding and wanting kiss. His tongue didn’t need to fight for dominance, already having won it. A gasp escaped your lips when he pulled you over his lap, instantly thrusting against your core, the blanket pulling down from your bodies.

Panting you started kissing his neck, gently sucking gentle marks beneath his collar since you didn’t want anyone to see them. Or well, just one person. His son. His son shouldn’t see the hickeys you were currently leaving on his fathers neck.

Fuck.

Only then did you really start thinking about that. About the fact that you kissed Andy Barber. Your boyfriend's dad. The man you had a crush on since the day you met him. The cause of your wet dreams. The cause of your best orgasms when you fucked yourself on your dildo, thinking about him.

A moan escaped Andy’s lips when your hand wrapped around his thick cock. You haven’t even noticed when you had pulled his sweatpants down-or did he do that? It didn’t matter anyway.

“Let me suck you off”, you whispered against his neck, licking over the mark you just sucked underneath his collarbone. By the thought of having your lips wrapped around his cock his hips bucked against your crotch again. “Fuck, yea Sweets, suck Daddy’s cock.”

He didn’t mean to say it. Until now he never even thought about referring to himself as daddy. It just slipped. Like he couldn't control his own brain to mouth filter anymore. Now he definitely scared you off, just when it started to get…interesting. But then again, he could’ve expected you’d surprise him once again.

As soon as he said that your eyes widened, a tingle spread in your chest. And a little smirk on your face. You couldn’t stop yourself from biting down on your bottom lip. “Sure, Daddy”, your voice was only a whisper while you slowly leaned down to his cockhead, the red tip already leaking in your palm while you slowly stroked his thick shaft. Your thumb brushing right along the vein that you’d love to feel against your throbbing cunt.

And Andy…was definitely bigger and better than Jacob, thicker, longer and slightly curved, perfect to hit the spot that neither you or Jacob could find.

You licked over the slit, tasting his precum on your tongue. Moaning quietly you licked slowly over his length, down to his balls, making him gasp. God, his bells were always so sensitive yet no woman ever gave them much attention until now. You started licking and suckling on them, especially when you felt him press your head harder into his balls, making you suck and lick on them greedily.

You were all enthusiastic, lacking the finesse of a more experienced person but the eagerness made up for it, especially when he felt how you nuzzled against his cock. How you worshiped his dick, playing with him, slurping and lapping his pre cum up, before once again trying to get as much of his balls in your mouth as possible.

When he looked down at you, your cheeks and lips were glistening with his pre-cum. “Fuck, sweets you’re so pretty when you’re on your knees for me”, he mumbled grabbing you by the hair and pulling a bit away, his other hand positioning his cocktip at your lips. “Now let Daddy check your throat”, a grin spread over his lips when you opened your mouth wide, letting him slid into your mouth, slowly fucking in deeper.

You let him thrust into your mouth as he pleased, first slow but getting faster and harsher with the second, especially after noticing the lack of your gag reflex. “Oh what a treasure you are, any man would love to call you his, you know that?”, he moaned, pushing you further down, till your nose touched his pubicbone. “Oh fuck-and that’s what you can do? Didn’t think I’d be even more jealous of my kid-and here you can deep throat me”, you felt blood rush to your cheeks listening to his words, at the same time wetness drenched your panties. “-my filthy little girl, my perfect girl”, he moaned, letting you come up for air.

A few more thrusts and he felt his balls tighten, coming closer to his orgasm, which you also noticed, touching his tight balls and massaging them. “Daddy-please”, you moaned before suckling again at his cock, greedy slurping moving your head quickly up and down, till his grip on your head hardened.

“Fuck-open wide Sweets, daddy has a gift for you”, he grunted and you immediately opened your mouth wider, letting him shoot his load on your tongue and face, stroking himself to the last drop dripped onto your face, before pulling his pants back on.

You smiled at him bashfully, swallowing his cum, while he leaned down and kissed your cum stained lips gently, his hands cupping your cheeks, slowly massaging the cum with his thumbs into your skin. Marking you. Just like he wanted to do it since he had met you. The endorphins filled the air between you, both of you smiling against each others lips.

He pulled you back onto his lap after pulling his sweatpants back up. “You’re amazing sweets”, he smiled, pecking your lips again. Butterflies erupted in your belly, instead of being comforting, only making it harder to breathe, as the truth slowly sank in. While he grabbed some napkins from the table you felt your blood run cold. The guilt creeps up, making your chest feel tighter. You didn’t say anything while he wiped off the cum from your face, somehow making you even more humiliated than when you had actually sucked his dick and he talked about his son, your boyfriend.

What the hell have you been thinking?

Just when he wanted to kiss you again you backed away, your heart feeling tight at the confused and sad face he made, while you slowly stood up from his lap, stepping away from him. “Where are you going? Are you-Y/N? Are you okay?”, he started asking softly, but nervous.

You backed away from Andy when he stood up, trying to gently take your hands, but you hastily pulled away. “Don’t-this-this was a mistake“ you whispered, tears welling up in your eyes. Of course Andy noticed, feeling his own throat getting tighter, not being able to make a sound. He opened his mouth but no words came out.

Without saying anything else you rushed into jacob's room, the door falling loudly shut behind you.

Andy felt his heart break into a thousand pieces as he watched you run from him. He dropped back onto the couch the feeling of warmth and comfort now replaced by devastation and regret.

What the hell had he just done?

The tears finally started falling, the quiet sobs leaving your mouth while you slowly slid down the door, pulling your legs up close to your chest. The taste of his cum still in your mouth, reminding you of what you just did. The humiliation finally hitting you hard. Everything coming up. You were pathetic.

God.

No.

What have you done??

No, no, no.

This was such a huge mistake.

You cheated on your boyfriend.

You fucking cheated on your boyfriend with his dad.

The worst part of it was…

You didn’t regret what happened with Andy.

You regret being in a relationship with Jacob in the first place.

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If The Fates Allow

Paring: Andy Barber (Drew) x Reader (Muffin)

Word Count: 3.4 K

Summary: Andy did you dirty and you are done. Can he convince you to give him your heart again?

Warnings: 18+ As always, MINORS DNI, SMUT, RPF. Not Beta’d. All mistakes my own. Tons of Angst, hurt, pining, and bitterness. Secret relationship, employee relationship, drinking, jealously, dancing, mistletoe, arguing, apology, that love thang.  Allusions to blow job, car sex, desk sex. Oral (f receiving.), fingering, squirting, allusions to p in v, breeding kink. Daddy Drew kink.

A/N: This is for #DJ’sAllIWant4KChristmas and based on  this very detailed ask. This is a companion piece to The Trouble With Love Is.

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When you showed up at the staff Holiday party looking like a million bucks in a shimmering gold dress, and killer heels, Andy was appropriately speechless.

You’d curved him, looking right through him as he stopped at your table to wish you Happy Holidays. You didn’t even spare him a smile.

Andy was shook. 

He went to the bar to knock a couple back and get up the courage to try again.

You were bitter.

You were in full on savage mode. 

And Andrew Barber was the cause.

You sat with Stephanie, who was in her second year of law school and glad for the break. She was lit, on her fourth drink and you weren’t far behind. You were both shit talking about Andy, who was watching you two out of the corner of his eye from his perch at the bar.

“Look at him. He ain’t shit.”

Steph side eyed you.

“You’re acting like you’re his wife? She’s the one who should be bitching about him.”

“You are soooo muthafuckin right, Steph. I. Am. Not. His wife.”

“Yessssss. Girl what is up?” 

Stephanie was worried now.

“He ain’t got a wife,” You mumbled into your drink.

“What?”

Steph didn’t hear you.

“Nothing.”

You thought back to the fall when his divorce was final.

Andy had spent the night with you. The entire night! You’d awakened in his arms and felt lighter than air. You made him breakfast and started scrolling your phone for restaurants for that evening.

Andy watched you on your phone and nodded at you as you were scrolling.

“What are you up to, Muffin?”

You grinned at your boyfriend.

“Drew… can you pull some strings and get us in o ya tonight? Pleaseeeee?”

You made your best pouty face for him, which he normally couldn’t resist. He swallowed his food and took a drink, eyeing you warily.

“You know we can’t go out in public, Baby.”

Your face, and your stomach, dropped. But you got up and sat on Andy’s lap.

“What? Why? You’re divorced now. We’re free, Drew…”

Fear bloomed in his chest as Andy accepted your kiss and held your chin between two fingers.

“Yeah. The divorce is final, but we need to lay low, just for a little while longer, honey.”

You pouted and Andy’s heart twisted. It was too much to hope that he could have everything he wanted so suddenly. No, he had to be careful, temper this newfound hope that was within his reach.

“But, Drew…”

Andy lifted your chin and started kissing down toward your cleavage while reaching under the shirt of his that you were wearing. 

“I am divorced, but not everyone needs to know that right now. And we still work at the same firm. It could mean your job. Or mine. Or both.”

“But…”

“Just a little while longer…” 

You whined. 

“Shhhh, Muffin.” 

Andy started to knead your breast as he kissed your neck. His voice was deep and his dick was hard as you sat on his lap.

“Now, what do you want for takeout tonight?”

You laughed into your glass.

“Just a little while longer.”

Stephanie gave you the gas face as she got up. 

“You need some water. You’re becoming a surly drunk.”

You just rolled your eyes and watched as Stephanie stepped next to Andy at the bar. He looked over to your table and you stuck your tongue out at him.

You were thinking of how the ‘little while’ turned from days, to weeks, to months, and how now here you were, four months later, and no one even knew that Andy was divorced, or that you had given a year of your life to that man. 

At the bar, Andy caught your display of ire and cleared his throat. It was the first communication you’d had in over a month. You had blocked him on everything, including changing the locks at your apartment just before Thanksgiving, the last time you asked him to go public with the relationship. 

And the last time he said no.

Andy missed you like crazy. And he was worried. But he was sure that you’d be back. He was planning on asking you to meet him after the party when Stephanie stepped up to the bar.

“Merry Christmas Stephanie. You and Y/N having a good time tonight?”

Steph looked back over her shoulder at you and shook her head.

“I’m trying Mr. Barber, but Y/N is being a little difficult.”

The bartender delivered two waters to Stephanie.  

“I’ll get her right, though. Merry Christmas, Mr. Barber.”

Andy watched as you started drinking the water. Neal sat down beside him. 

This fucking guy.

“That’s a prime piece right there. I’d like to get up in there.”

Andy glanced where Neal was looking. Your table.

“Stephanie’s pretty cute.”

Andy knocked back his drink and prepared to get up and relieve himself of Neal’s company.

“No. I mean, Y/N.”

Neal looked at Andy, who couldn’t tell if Loguidice was rattling his cage on purpose. Neal leaned in.

“C’mon, tell me you’ve never imagined bending that ass over your desk.”

Andy didn’t have to imagine that. That was how you two got together, one late night at the office. 

But he didn’t want to hear it coming out of Loguidice’s mouth.

“Do me a favor and shut the fuck up. Spare me your twisted fantasies, Neal.”

Andy retreated across the room as people started to dance. He stood on the wall and watched as Neal got some liquid courage and went over to get rejected by you.

Except he didn’t get rejected. You took his hand as he led you to the bar to get a drink and then to an isolated corner. 

Andy’s head was about to explode. 

You may have been just a little tipsy, but you knew what you were doing.  

You were in a corner with Neal Loguidice, flirting up a storm, laughing at all of his jokes, and loudly.

You knew that Andy was standing there like everything was alright. And why wouldn't he? You were no one to him, right? And no one even knew he was divorced, did they?

After all, the last year meant nothing to him, even though you played wifey and he played you cheap, keeping you his little secret.

That’s what you screamed at him the last time he saw you. Andy had tried to make you see how much you mean to him, but fear outweighed his feeling. 

Andy was wary of going public with you.

You were weary of being the side chick to his ego.

But when he looked up, he saw you, in a dark corner of the restaurant, being chatted up by Neal Loguidice. 

Andy saw red and he swore that steam was rolling out of his ears. He started to advance on you two, but you took Neal’s hand and led him to the dance floor, allowing him to pull you close as the slow song blared from the DJ’s speakers.

His heart dropped and he felt like he couldn’t breathe. The sight of you in someone else’s arms, in Loguidice’s arms, made him feel like an idiot. 

An idiot who let you get away.

Suddenly, it didn’t matter what everyone thought. All that mattered was you.

He got an idea and went to speak to the DJ, a hundred dollar bill in his hand. The music abruptly changed to the cha cha slide and you and Neal stood there awkwardly at the suddness of the transition.

He moved through the dance floor amid the crowd of people moving in unison. You glanced over and grimaced. Trying to keep a straight face as Andy managed to keep up with the footwork.

You’d never danced with or near him before, other than swaying in your living room, because he never took you dancing.

That made you angry again and you looked over at Neal and gave him a sexy smile, just because you knew it would piss Andy off.

You didn’t notice until it was too late, that with each turn of the dance Andy was manuevering you right where he wanted you.

When the song ended, he was able to cut you off from Neal and the rest of the dancers.

You were between Andy and the edge of the bar, and he was reaching up for something above you on the little portico in the area. 

You smirked at him when you saw what he was holding.

“Well, look at that, Y/N.”

Andy held it out to you, smirking.

“Is that mistletoe?”

There were people around, so you knew he was full of shit. You put your hands on your hips to challenge him.

“Are you– are you pulling down mistletoe, Mr. Barber?”

Andy looked at the plant in his hand as if he’d never seen it before.

“I guess I am. I must want to kiss you very badly.”

You were stunned. You looked around and you caught Stephanie raising her eyebrow at you and at Loguidice glaring at you both.

“I’m tired of you jerking me around. Do it. I dare you.” 

Andy tossed the mistletoe on the bar.

“If you say so.”

Then he moved forward, pressing you up against the wooden column and caressing the side of your face. You shuddered at this first touch in over a month. His thumb moved over to trace your bottom lip and you opened slightly, full of anticipation.

“I’ve missed the hell outta you, Muffin.”

And then he did it. Andrew Barber kissed you in front of about 185 people at the staff Klein Law Firm Christmas party. 

You moaned in the back of your throat and moved your hand up in his hair as he went to town tasting you and re-exploring your mouth with his tongue. His hand moved down the side of your body and ghosted over your ass, but returned to your waist.

When it was done, you rested your forehead against his.

“Drew…”

“Holy shit! Andrew is Drew!”

Stephanie was shocked.

Loguidice glared at you two and stalked out of the restaurant.

“Will you come talk?”

You looked at Andy’s extended hand in front of all these people and you had to accept. He was being fully honest for the first time in a while.

You sat outside Andy’s new condo and argued. 

With Andy. 

And with yourself.

Every time he tried to apologize, you rejected it. 

You pulled out your phone to call an Uber, fully sober and not willing to settle for less than you were worth.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, coming home with you. You still ain’t shit, Drew!”

Andy dropped his head, and then looked back up at you.

“I know. I don’t deserve a moment of your time.” 

Andy bit his lip, intoxicated by being this close to you again.

“But please, just come up and we’ll talk. That’s all.”

You two stared each other down, neither one of you believing what Andy had just said.

“I’m not sucking your dick, Drew.”

Andy put his hands up in defense and laughed.

“Wouldn’t dream of it.”

Then he looked up in the air.

“Well… that’s not true. Have woken up more than once with ruined sheets like a schoolboy because of you.”

You cleared your throat. 

“Do we need to talk in the car?”

You gave him full attitude. Andrew Barber was not going to get in that easily.

“Sure. This car holds lots of… memories.”

Andy’s eyes roved you and the interior of his Audi.

You flashed back to when Drew turned you out in the driver’s seat. Shit. You couldn’t escape the ways and places you two had sex.

You rolled your eyes. 

“Fine, let’s go up.”

You moved to open the door and Andy said, “Ah ah ah…”

You sat back and waited with anticipation as Andy came around and opened the door for you. The electricity when he took your hand was just annoying at this point. And the way that he held it, in the elevator, gently rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb was not a turn on.

Not at all.

When Andy opened the door to his place, you walked in and surveyed the layout. It was very nice, if bachelor pad bare.

“Nice place.”

“It’s made much nicer with you in the space.”

You were still resistant to him, trying to keep your heart hard.

“So… I mean… what? I feel like this is an alternate universe or something.”

Andy’s world was upside down. He ran his hand through his hair and stared at you.

“What do you want to talk about Andrew? I told you I’m done.”

Andy was pressed.

“D’you want something to eat?” 

Andy looked at you and licked his lips. You were beginning to hunger, but not for food. Then you remembered why you were here. You straightened your spine.

“I was about to eat at the party, but then you made a scene. What’s up with that, Drew?”

Andy smiled at your nickname for him. Maybe there was hope. He gestured for you to sit down.

You took off your coat and handed it to him after he took off his jacket. You sat on the opposite end of the couch from him.

“I’ve made some decisions about my life. I’m tired of running from my feelings.”

Andy looked you straight in the eye. You felt he was telling the truth.

“I’ve treated you badly, like you were just a side piece and not worth me shouting my love for you from the rooftops. That’s what tonight was about. I’m done being a fool.”

You crossed your arms, silently considering what he was saying.

“I just don’t know if you’re done with me.”

“I said I was, didn’t I?” You snapped back.

Andy scooted closer to you.

“Yeah, that’s the thing. You clearly kissed me back at the party. And you agreed to come here with me, then you came up. Your actions seem to indicate otherwise.”

“Don’t cross examine me, Mr. Barber.”

Andy chuckled, his gaze moving around your face and settling on your lips.

“Can I just ask one question?”

You knew it was dangerous, but you assented anyway.

“Do I still have your heart?”

Damn. That was such a sweet fucking question.

You just gulped and stared at Andy, growing warmer with each second. It was all so intense. The energy was thick.

Andy moved closer.

“Where is your heart, Muffin?”

Your eyes half lidded at the nick name.

“I hate you, Drew.”

Andy moved even closer, and was reaching for you.

“I know. And I deserve it. But that wasn’t the question.”

You closed your eyes. 

“Let me tell you where my heart is.”

You took a deep breath, opened your eyes and looked at Andy.

“At first it was infatuation. From the moment you stepped foot in the office. I mean, the way you look, that body.”

Andy looked at you and then shook his head. 

“Then, when we started hooking up, I convinced myself it was just sex. I hid my feelings from myself, until you took up residence in my heart. Right here.”

Andy took your hand and placed it on his chest. You could feel his heartbeat. 

“And through everything, you’ve been there for me when it mattered. I love you Y/N. I know I’ve said it before. But I want you to know it all over again.”

You were caught up in the story Andy’s deep tenor was telling. But it wasn’t a story. You knew it was the truth.

“So. If you’ve taken your heart back from me, I want to ask for it back. Are you willing to trust me with it again? I promise I will try to heal what I’ve done, and celebrate you as the queen you are. My queen.”

“Oh, Drew.” 

You drew in a shuddering breath.

“Fuck it. You still have my heart. But I still hate you a lil’ bit.”

Andy chuckled, heart light at your admission.

“Understandable. I want to do so many things with you. Take you out, maybe have your help with decorating this place…”

You looked around. 

“You definitely need it.”

Andy slid on the floor and was on his knees before you. 

“And one day. Maybe you can sleep over… indefinitely…”

You were giddy at the prospect of what you wanted for so long. But you were still reticent. You bit your lip.

“Now why would I be sleeping over, Mr. Barber?”

Andy’s eyes were dark blue now, and he was reaching for you after your flirty response.

“I would hope that you would be so tired after all the orgasms I’m gonna give you that you just pass out naked on my bed.”

Andy’s hands went from your ankles to your calves to your thighs, pushing the gold fabric higher.

“Hmmmm. Big talk, Andrew.”

Andy leaned over and kissed you, gently teasing your lips open and sweetly tasting your tongue. You soft moan made him hard as a rock.

“Do you trust that I won’t hurt you again?”

You caught your breath after the kiss, getting lost in his eyes.

“No. You’ve just got to prove it.”

“Deal.”

“Right now I’m going to prove what I said about the orgasms. I’ve been dreaming about sucking the shit out of your clit and eating you out until you squirt.”

“Fuck, Drew….” 

Your whine told him all he needed to know. His hands moved up to the apex of your thighs and you squirmed slightly away from him.

“Where are you going? I told you, don’t run from me again. C’mere.”

He beckoned to you with his finger.

“Bring that ass here.”

You bit your own finger and smiled. Daddy Drew was back. You scooted down so that your ass was in his hands. He felt you up with his fingers.

“Oh shit, Muffin,” He felt the thong in your ass.

Then he looked down as you lifted your skirt the rest of the way so he could see your gold covered cunt. 

“For me?” 

You giggled and nodded.

“You shouldn’t have.”

Andy reached down and pulled your thong to the side, staring at you for the longest.

“A sight for sore eyes.”

Andy was actually whispering to your pussy as he started rubbing it with one thumb on top of you and the other coming in from the bottom to play in your wet, soppy hole. You started moving your pelvis.

“Ah. You’re desperate are you? You given what is mine away to anyone eles while we were apart?”

“No, Daddy. Have you?”

Andy didn’t hesitate.

“You own me baby girl,” said Andy as he lowered his mouth to lick up your slit.

“You always will.”

Andy rotated his palm and held you open with the other hand as you watched him eat you out. He fulfilled his dream of sucking your clit until you saw stars, and crooked his fingers just right to get you to squirt, as only he could.

Andy basked in it, then took off his wet shirt and the rest of his clothes before he divested you of your dress. You were limp, trying to recover from his ministrations as he picked you up, threw you over his shoulder and took you upstairs.

“Next stop on the tour is my bedroom, and my bed that I bought with you in mind. And the mostly empty walk in closet, because I know your clothes will take up more space than mine.”

You giggled as you were deposited on a king sized bed with the softest duvet ever. Your eyes widened and so did your legs as Andy pumped his massive dick. How you’d missed it.

“And no condoms allowed in this house. You’re gonna take this cum until it’s dripping out of your pores, by god.”

You opened your legs even wider as he descended toward you, three fingers already inside you to stretch you out.

“Yes, Daddy Drew…”

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The Holiday Arrangement

Andy Barber x Reader

Author's note: Starting yet another series after I've been neglecting the others for weeks Masterlists Summary: When co-parenting during the holidays becomes difficult to navigate, Y/n brings a proposal to her ex-husband, Andy; spend Christmas together- for the sake of their daughter. Their already complicated arrangement becomes even more messy new memories dredge up buried feelings.

Chapter 1

Chapter Summary: Y/n and Andy's daughter, Grace, wants things back to the way they used to be before the divorce and even if they can't admit it, her parents may want the same thing. Warnings: Angst.

“But I want Christmas to be the way it was before.”

Y/n sighed, soothingly rubbing Grace’s arm as she tucked her close. “Bunny,” she breathed as her lips fell into a deep frown, “I know its tough now that everything’s changing, but its not all bad. You get to decorate two trees and get to open presents twice; how cool is that?” 

“But I don’t want everything to change,” her five year old bemoaned, and Y/n could feel her tears saturating the thick fabric of her sweater. When Grace pulled away from her embrace a little, her big, stormy blue eyes- which looked much like her father’s- were glassy and red rimmed, and it broke Y/n’s heart. The divorce had been tough on her and Andy, but it had been significantly worse for their young daughter, who simply couldn’t fathom why her parents weren’t together anymore.

“Doesn’t daddy love me anymore?” The question came out of nowhere and ripped Y/n away from her thoughts

“Of course he does!” Y/n gasped. That must have been the hardest thing to explain to Grace about the spilt; the rest could easily go over a five year old’s head and she and Andy had done their best to maintain a co-parenting relationship that was grounded in civility but there was no easy way to explain why a moving truck had come and taken all of her father’s things away, or why she could only spend half the week with him a his new place, a townhouse about twenty minutes away. “Bunny,” Y/n shifted so she could take her daughter’s small face in her hands, “Your daddy loves you more than anything else in the whole world.” 

“Then why won’t he come home?” She sniffled, clumsily wiping salty tears off her cheek with the back of her small hand.  

“Well,” Y/n paused, trying to explain it the way the stack of parenting books on her nightstand had suggested, “Daddy doesn’t live here anymore. He has a new house, remember? And sometimes you’re gonna be there with him, and sometimes you’re gonna be here with me.”

“But its not fair!” Suddenly, Grace pulled herself away from Y/n’s touch, “This is all your fault!” She fumed as a fresh wave of tears rained down on her full cheeks. 

Her daughter’s words stung, but she knew that they were just the product of frustration and hurt. “Gracey,” Y/n stood as Grace stomped away from the sofa and towards the stairs.  

“I want daddy!” She fumed, little stomps finally taking her to the top of the steps, while Y/n lingered at the bottom, hand grasping the wooden railing.  

“I-” Y/n had just put one foot on the first step, when the doorbell rang, the sound traveling through the house and beckoned her to the front door. His timing was stellar; she rolled her eyes at the thought. At least he’d be able to get Grace to settle down a bit. Grace had been a daddy’s girl from the minute she could recognize the sound of his voice- months before she was even born- possibly another reason why she was taking their separation so hard. 

With a huff of irrational irritation, Y/n trekked to the front door, yanking it open when she reached it. While she adored that Andy had been the best father a little girl could ask for, it did sometimes annoy her that he always got to be the one that swooped on hard days like a hero while she was always the bad guy; the one who made her eat the vegetables, the one who made her put her favorite blanket in the wash after she'd been playing with it all day, the one who split the family up. “You’re early,” she greeted with a grumble, trying to ignore what the sight of him still did to her.   

That little ember in the center of her chest that burned a little brighter whenever they were in the same room.   

“Nice to see you too,” Andy licked his lips, “Can I come in? Its fucking cold out here,” he scoffed with a little, dry chuckle, though, when her annoyance didn’t let up, Andy added, “But I’m good with freezing too.” 

Y/n’s expression softened and she shook her head. Pulling the door open a bit wider, she gestured for him to come in, retreating down the hallway as he stepped inside. “Uh…Gracey’s upstairs,” she rubbed her sweater clad forearm as she finally admitted, “She’s having a bit of a meltdown.”  

They’d both paused near at the breakfast bar, which was, at the moment, littered with bagged and boxed up Christmas decorations. Y/n had planned on putting up some of it during the three and a half days that Grace would be gone, while things like ornaments for the tree alone with some other things would wait for when she returned, so they could do it together. “Did something happen?” He furrowed his brows while absently picking at the edge of a blue tinted bag that held a wreath for the front door. 

Y/n shrugged, “No….yes…she’s upset about you not being here,” he bent his head, an unconscious gesture prompted by guilt, “She doesn’t understand what’s going on,” Y/n swallowed thickly as she blinked back moisture, “She says its my fault.”  

“Its not,” Andy reassured sympathetically, reaching out to touch her forearm, “You know that, right?” 

“Yeah, yeah,” Y/n fibbed with a nod. Truthfully, sometimes it did feel like her fault; she was the one that initiated the divorce proceedings in the first place. Andy had begged her to work with him on fixing things, arguing that they loved each other, but in the end, Y/n had been the one to put her foot down and insist that love wasn’t enough anymore. She remained steadfast in the belief that relationships- and marriages, by extension- couldn’t survive on just love. Honesty, trust and emotional availability was important too;  

You couldn’t just love someone, you had to let them get close enough so they’d know you did- not freeze them out.

“She’s upstairs,” Y/n stepped away from his touch, and awkwardly, Andy retracted his hand and stuffed it in the pocket of his dark jeans, “She wants you, so maybe you should….”

“Yeah, of course,” Andy nodded, brushing past her to get to the stairs, though, pausing when he noted a box of string lights and garland that were usually fitted to the roof and around the windows, “I can put those up for you, if you want,” he gestured to the box.  

“No its okay,” Y/n waved dismissively, “I’ve already got someone coming over tomorrow to do it.” It was in fact and outright lie; there was no one coming over, Y/n hadn’t even thought about how she’d get them up, it wasn’t like she had any interest in getting up there herself. “But thanks.” 

Andy’s hopeful expression fell, but he didn’t protest, instead continuing towards the stairs and adding as he did; “Alright well….if you change your mind, you know where to find me.” 

“Mhm,” their eyes met briefly, and for a moment, she considered telling him the truth. But then he turned his face away and carried on up the stairs, leaving Y/n to head back towards the kitchen and making a mental note to ask her friends if they knew anyone that could do it in such short notice. 

Not really knowing what to do with herself, Y/n tried to busy her hands by ‘organizing’ some of the decorations in the boxes and storage bins, a pretty useless feat considering they'd been organized before she’d put them away after last Christmas. Still, she carried on, coordinating figurines and ornaments based on different themes. Y/n was just about to transfer a Santa Claus figure decked off in blue and silver when two pairs of footsteps ended in two familiar figures pausing at the landing. Andy with Grace's pink, princess print bag in hand and her daughter, with tear stained cheeks and her favorite stuffed toy clutched close to her chest. 

"Do you have something to say to mommy?" Andy encouraged, affectionately touching the top of Grace's head.  

After a moment of shuffling her feet, clad in bright shoes that Andy must have put on for her before heading downstairs, Grace approached. Y/n moved around from behind the counter and dropped to her knees so she and their little one were at eye level, just as they were within six inches of each other. "I'm sorry, mommy," Grace mumbled meekly, "I didn't mean to yell at you." 

"I know, Bunny. Sometimes its hard not to when we're feeling big things, huh?" Y/n frowned, reaching out to brush a few strands away from Grace's cheek and she nodded stiffly, "Can I have a hug?" Grace nodded again, before diving towards her chest and throwing her arms around Y/n's neck. In return, Y/n flattened her palms against Grace's back, holding her in a tight hug. 

They stayed like that for a moment, until Y/n realized that she was cutting into Andy's time with Grace. "I'm sure your daddy has a lot planned for this afternoon," Y/n sniffled softly as she pulled away. She'd never admit it, but she missed being a family; she still loved Andy and a very small part of her still wished they could have worked things out- that he could have let her in.  

"Uh, yeah," Andy cleared his throat, "I don't have any decorations," which was understandable since he'd only moved out just before they'd started proceedings, about ten months earlier, "So we're gonna go shopping, at the Christmas village," the one they used to go to together every year since Grace was born, she'd planned on taking her the next week, but knew that it wouldn't have been the same without Andy. Presumably noting the falter in her expression, Andy hastily offered, "Do you wanna come with? We can wait for you to get ready."

Before Y/n could respond, Grace's face lit up and she jumped excitedly, "Please come mommy." Her big eyes were alight and her cute smile was broad, and when Y/n caught Andy's eyes, she thought there was something in them, something that resembled a little spark of hope. She didn't want to disappoint them. 

But she couldn't stand to confuse Grace either. Seeing them together, pretending to be a perfect family only to separate again by the evening- especially so soon  after the divorce- couldn't be good for her.

"You know," Y/n sighed, glancing at the disarray; boxes cluttering the counter and dining table, huge bags on the floor and an undecorated tree in the living room, "I have a lot to do here," which she could probably get done the next day, "And I have some work that I've gotta send to the office, maybe next time."  

"Please mommy," Grace pouted. 

It broke Y/n's heart to turn her daughter down but it felt like it would be the right decision in the long run, "Not today Bunny," she walked over to Grace, who was standing close to Andy's side, "But I promise we'll do something fun when you get back, alright."  

"Fine," Grace grumbled, averting her gaze, and when Y/n bent to peck her forehead, she pulled away and stomped off, that time in the direction of the door.   

"This could have waited, and you know it," Andy hissed venomously, clenching his jaw as he turned away to catch up with Grace. 

"Andy-"   

"I don't have time for this," he huffed, shaking his head, before pausing for a few seconds, "You know, I know you’ve got your issues with me, but she shouldn't suffer because of that."  

"That's not what this is," she followed him down the hall, catching a glimpse of Grace standing at the door, waiting for Andy.   

"Yeah?" Andy scoffed, helping Grace into her puffer coat, "Well that's what it feels like," he said, before pulling the door open and taking Grace's hand as they headed out. 

After strapping Grace into her car seat, Andy piled into the driver’s side with a sigh. It was obvious that she was upset about Y/n declining to join them at the Christmas village, and admittedly, he was hurt too- his hurt usually had a way of coming off as anger, and judging by the way Grace had reacted, it was an inherited trait. Andy hadn’t meant to be so harsh with Y/n, but he couldn’t help but feel like she was putting their problems above what Grace wanted and it stung. Their daughter should always come first. 

Of course, Andy would never, ever even think that Y/n was a bad mother, if anything, he sometimes thought that she was the better parent. She was the patient one, the nurturing one, the one that had read all the parenting books she could put her hands on; Y/n was an excellent mother and it wasn’t a secret that she made him a better father. But she was also mad at him, for reasons he couldn’t quite understand, or maybe ones he never tried to; the papers had cited irreconcilable differences, her lawyer had called him distant and emotionally unavailable. 

Andy happened to think he was plenty available, emotionally and otherwise. Though something in the back of his mind did sometimes protest that he should have tried harder, maybe he should have agreed to counseling, like she wanted.   

As he turned onto the main road, Andy glanced into the rear view mirror, catching Grace’s evident despondence as she played with the floppy ear of her stuffed bear. Hoping to cheer her up, he tapped a few icons on the car’s music system and scrolled through a couple playlists until he found one they’d made together the last time he’d had Grace; a collection of Christmas songs that she liked. “Come on, kiddo,” he tapped his fingers against the wheel in time with the Andy Williams tune, “You love this one.”   

Grace didn’t answer, instead turning to look out the window.  Not knowing how else to engage her, at least while driving, Andy started singing along; loudly and off key. “It’s the holiday season, and Santa Claus is coming round!” When he checked the mirror again, Andy caught her fighting a grin, “Really gonna make me sing alone, huh?” He teased before continuing, “Alright. It’s the holiday season and Santa Claus has got a toy for-”

“Every good girl and good little boy! Santa’s a great big bundle o’joy!” When Grace finally joined in, dancing excitedly in her seat, Andy grinned broadly.   

Thankfully, her cheerful mood lasted for the rest of the ride to the park, where the fair had been set up. Even after he’d backed his Audi into a spot between a red jeep and a black station wagon, Grace kept singing and he waited until Frosty the Snowman was finished before shutting off the engine and getting out. “Alright,” Andy began, undoing the buckles of her car seat, “What do you wanna do first? Decorations or feed the reindeer?” 

“Umm,” Grace hummed as Andy set her on the ground, fixing her hat before shutting the door and taking her hand, “Feed the reindeer!” She beamed, all traces of her former upset completely evaporated.  

“Great choice, Bunny,” Andy chuckled, leading her towards the entrance. Just ahead of them, was a young family; a toddler and an older kid about Grace’s age accompanied by a young couple. They looked sweet and happy, and reminded Andy of the kind of life he’d wanted with Y/n; before their marriage had taken a turn for the worst, they’d been talking about having another baby- they could have been that family.  

But they weren’t.  

The reminder was enough to have his shoulders slumping and his expression falling; he still wanted that with Y/n, even if they were divorced. With a well hidden frown, Andy held onto Grace’s hand and led her past the security while trying to shake off the fact that he wasn’t yet over his ex. 

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