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[girl-of-many-fandoms]

Crime and Punishment

Pairing: Andy Barber x wife!Reader

Summary: Mrs. Barber couldn't resist winding her husband up all day long which doesn't go unpunished by him.

Warnings: MINORS DNI!! SMUT!! 18+ exhibitionist, unprotected p in v seggs (do better), breeding kink, denial, teasing, dom/sub.

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Today was a good day for me, my husband, not so much as I've been testing his patience since the sun rose this morning.

The day started off with me lightly raking my fingertips along his morning wood that was covered by the thin white fabric of our bedsheets, scattered kisses along his neck and jawline that had him wanting more. I left him high and dry the moment I drew a deep moan from him. He groaned in frustration on my way out the bedroom door and spent quite some time in the shower.

The same shower I joined fifteen minutes later to get my day started. Andy tried to trap me in there with him to finish what I started and I let him think that it was going according to how he wanted. We sloppily kissed each other under the lukewarm water that showered down on us. Andy’s much larger hands roamed my body as mine did to his until I wrapped mine around his hard cock, stroking him until he was close to his climax. He grunted as I let him go to finish up my shower with a triumphant smile on my face.

Then after lunch we were both sitting on opposite ends of the sofa with my legs in his lap while we watched a movie that we've seen countless times. I waited for him to get engrossed with the film before dragging my feet along his crotch which earned me a death stare from the lawyer.

"What?" I innocently batted my eyes at him and he tightened his grip on my ankle.

"Don't what me, you know what you're doing. Stop it."

That only encouraged me to do it even more. So using my next foot I repeated my action, smirking as I felt his erection starting to form a tent in his grey sweatpants. He tried his best to keep his serious demeanour together but gave up at the friction stimulating his dick.

Now here we are, seated in one of Boston's fancy restaurants amongst his colleagues and their other halves. Somewhere in the midst of conversing with them I snuck my hand onto his thigh and he immediately grabbed onto my wrist.

"No." That one word sounded more like a warning than a command and boy, was I curious to see how he'd react to my defiance.

He let go of me and I resumed my taunting actions, squeezing his crotch beneath the table. He choked on his beverage and glared at me in the middle of his coughing fit.

"Are you alright Andy?" I rubbed his back like a concerned wife would to her husband choking would. Andy reassured everyone that he was fine before leaning to whisper in my ear.

"You're playing with fucking fire babygirl and I suggest that you stop it right fucking now." Forget angry, he's fuming and instead of cowering away, following his command I only continued to get him riled up.

I'd tease him for a couple minutes and back off all while in the middle of the jokes and stories told by his friends. To my right, Andy was no longer his regular pale but now his face resembled a crimson colour.

Yeah, I was in for it when we get home.

Andy fished his phone from his pocket and looked at the screen as if he'd just received the most important message when in reality, the only notification that brightened his screen was the endless emails he'd received from work.

"Sorry to do this guys but the babysitter is having a bit of trouble putting the twins down for bed, we should get going babe."

Nice excuse Barber, using our one year olds who are most likely already knocked out in their cribs at this hour. Following his lead, I bid everyone a goodnight and left with my clutch in hand. Andy quickly escorted me out to his Audi and opened my door for me before rounding the car to get to his side.

Andy’s hand tightly gripped the wheel as he drove us back in the direction of our home, eerily quite and seething in his seat. He took a left onto a dimly lit road that didn’t have much travelers instead of continuing to go straight and I bit my lip in excitement for what's about to happen. He drove for about an extra mile into the deserted road and pulled to the side.

"Get out." He killed the engine and got out, waiting for me to join him in front of the vehicle. If it wasn't for the moonlight shining down on him I wouldn't have noticed where he was. He stood there with his hands on his hips shooting daggers at me with his eyes as I joined him in the cool night.

"I thought I told you to stop back there?" Andy closed the distance between us with two of his long strides. A smile made it way onto my face as he wrapped his hand around my neck, applying enough pressure to restrict my breathing for a few seconds. His actions caused a pool of arousal to form in my underwear.

"All day you've been behaving like a little girl that wants daddy's attention. Riling me up only to shut me down, leaving me to jerk myself off like I'm some fucking teenage boy with a playboy magazine. Which wasn't a brilliant idea because if you didn't play with me like I was a toy this morning, you would've gotten the chance to cum but now, I'm just going to take what's mine and you're going to wish you hadn't played with me." Andy crushed our lips together in a desperate, needy kiss. Our teeth and tongue clashing together as he claimed my mouth, tasting every inch of it with his tongue.

Reaching up he grabbed himself a fistful of my hair and yanked my head back, that made me moan from both pleasure and pain. His beard burned against my neck as he nipped and sucked away at my exposed flesh. His other hand moved down my body, squeezing my breast firmly before moving to undo the band that held my dress together.

Goosebumps rose on my skin as the cool breeze kissed my exposed front now. He didn't remove the dress completely, instead he left it on to slide his fingers into my soaked underwear.

"You're drenched babygirl, is all that for me?"

"Only you sir." I managed to answer him before moaning out his name at the feeling of his long fingers spreading my slick over my southern lips. My eyes shut and hips bucked once he applied pressure to my bundle of nerves.

Andy didn't give two fucks about anyone who could possibly catch him fingers deep in his wife's sweet cunt right about now and that turned her on even more. They could be caught at any given moment but neither of them cared.

My hips bucked against his palm as I tried to get more stimulation on my clit but just as the familiar knot began to tighten in the pit of my stomach he removed his hand.

"Turn around." Complying I did as told and he pushed me to lie against the hood of his car, bunching the material of my dress up over the globes of my ass.

Andy undid his belt and zipper one handed, his eyes focused on the sight before him. His wife was bent over his car in heels, legs spread and her aching cunt glistening in the little moonlight that they had.

"Look at you all spread for me like a whore." I moaned at the resounding spank he landed on my right cheek. I loved it when he'd get like this..dominant.

"Is that what you want babygirl, you want me to fuck you like a whore?" Another spank landed on my ass this time it was on my left cheek. He repeated his actions a couple times before freeing his rock hard cock from its confines of his boxers.

"I'm not hearing you." Andy tore my panties off and stuffed it into the pocket of his trousers. Another sigh left me as he coated himself in my slick, lining the tip of his cock with my hole.

"Yes sir."

He thrusted his entire girthy length into me and began fucking me like a mad man. Moans spewed from our mouths into the darkness of the night as he stretched me out with his cock. This was exactly what I wanted, my husband angrily fucking me into oblivion.

"You're so tight." Andy stilled in me, leaning over to nibble on my ear. His hand found its way back to my clit, ripping a pornographic moan out of my chest. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he picked up his pace still applying pressure to my clitoris.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck Andy!" My walls fluttered around him as he drove me closer to my forbidden climax. The sinful sound of my juices drenching his dick was music to our ears. I'm most certain I made a mess of his trousers.

"I could feel you squeezing me, do not cum this fuck isn't for your pleasure." My hands clawed at the surface beneath me, jaw slack as I turned into a whimpering mess at his pounding into me. Andy’s grunts turned into full fledged moans as he neared his release.

"I'm gonna fill you up babygirl-"

"No, no I'm ovulating." Reaching behind me I tried to slow his thrusts but he held my hand in place, adjusting his stance to thrust deeper into me.

"I know." My legs shook beneath me as I fought to keep my orgasm from ripping through me. Andy’s thrusts became irregular before he buried himself balls deep in me. His dick pulsed inside me with each rope of cum that filled me up.

Andy removed himself from my abused hole and tucked himself back into his pants. I wasn't able to move just yet and he didn't seem to mind that he could see his seed leaking from pussy. I moaned again as he pushed it back in with his fingers.

"Good girl, open up." He removed his fingers from me and brought it up to my lips for me to taste. Swirling my tongue around his fingers I cleaned his cum off of them, tasting myself in the process.

He helped me upright and steadied me on my legs that continued to shake under my weight. I halfway fixed my dress while he sensually kissed me under the moon and stars.

"Don't ever pull that stunt again or else you won't be able to walk for a week. C'mon let's go home, I'm not finished with you yet."

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | sex shop

pairing | sex shop owner!andy barber x innocent!reader

warnings | age gap (reader sees andy as a total dilf.) reader is very innocent and also so scared to be there (understandably.) soft!andy, comforting vibes, he talks her through everything. humiliation kink is strong in this one. no real smut, just suggestive themes (sex shop, toys, talks of solo and guided masturbation.)

word count | 987

an | this little story is dedicated to andy's #1 girl, @worksby-d 🥺 dest i super hope you enjoy our favorite dilf here!! i tried to make him the big warm teddy bear we know and love, with a little hint of naughtiness shining through at the end hehe <3 happy holidays to you friend!!

imagine going to a sex shop for the very first time, aalllll by yourself, and meeting a very handsome dilf who helps you pick out your very first big girl toy 😏

parking as far away as possible (it’s at the end of a little strip mall in a tiny little town you’ve never been to before, you wanted to make sure you wouldn’t bump into anyone you knew!) spending like 10 minutes just sitting in your car hyping yourself up, you’re so nervous but you’ve wanted to do this for so long 🥺

eventually you build up your courage and make your way up the parking lot, to the front door of the place. a little silvery bell rings as you enter. you’re surprised at how clean and neat the place is. you weren’t sure what to expect, but this is better than you had been hoping. it’s not too big, a single large room with a counter in the middle. at first glance, you're alone, no other customers or employees in sight

the store has different sections with hanging signs directing you where to go. you can feel heat rising in your cheeks as you pass the racks of lingerie and intimates. just as you make it over to the toys for her section, you hear something from across the little shop. looking over, you see someone has entered through a doorway in the back. a man, but you don’t get too long of a look. your eyes quickly drop to the ground as you feel your embarrassment worsening

please don’t come over here. please don’t come over here. please don’t-

your silent prayers are ignored as footsteps approach. you take a step back from the wall of products, forcing yourself to look up at the stranger. your jaw almost drops at the sight of him, oh god, you’re thinking to yourself, why is he hot 😭

there andy stands in all of his glory, the epitome of dilfy deliciousness with his worn navy t-shirt and scruffy beard. scratching his head a bit awkwardly, he greets you, “hey, sorry. didn’t meant to startle you. can i help you find anything?”

your heart’s pounding in your throat as you look around stupidly before your eyes return to the absolute unit of a man before you. you blink like a deer in the headlights. oh my god. he works here, you’re a little slow to put things together

andy sees your surprise, letting out a gentle chuckle. “i’m the owner,” he explains. “you okay, honey? you look like you’ve seen a ghost”

a part of you knows this is an extremely sketchy situation. you’re alone in a sex shop with a dude probably twice your age (who apparently owns the place), out in a town you can’t remember the name of, with nothing to defend yourself except your two bare hands (which are now shaking)

but there’s something about the man before you that you just find so… warm? disarming? (…attractive? 😳) the gentle smile on his face, the way he softens his voice when he senses your nervousness...

you’re a little ball of conflicting feelings, half nerves and half head-over-heels for this unknown man. again, you blink, unable to find your voice to respond

“you’re alright, just take it easy,” he tries to help you relax. “this your first time in a place like this?” all you can manage is a nod. he gives you an understanding smile, “that’s perfectly fine. i’m here to help. can you tell me what you’re looking for, sweetheart?”

your eyes glance quickly back at the wall of toys in front of you before returning to him. he must see the increasing humiliation on your face. “u-um…” you’re finally able to stutter, “i-i don’t… i’m not… i guess i'm…”

he’s so patient and attentive it’s only making the butterflies in your tummy worse 😭 “not sure where to start?” he finishes for you. when you nod, he hums thoughtfully, “that’s okay, honey. do you have anything already that you like? is this for you to use on your own?"

you grit your teeth, nodding through the waves of embarrassment. “d-don’t have anything, sir. looking for something to start out with”

“i see,” he nods, looking over the selection on the wall before the two of you. “a bullet is a great beginner toy. simple, quiet, different levels of intensity to fit your needs. do you like clitoral stimulation?”

you have to fight yourself to keep from rubbing your thighs together right then and there 😩 something about the way he’s talking you through everything is sooo 🥲🥲 a feeling of dread hits as you realize you’re already getting wet

you force out a nod. he looks at a few options before picking out a small, discreet box. offering it to you, he explains, “this one’s my favorite. it’s nice and smooth, hard to hurt yourself with. rechargeable, medical-grade silicon. six levels of intensity. and the pink matches your nails,” he says sweetly, nodding at the shiny polish on the tips of your fingers

you clumsily accept the box, looking it over briefly. “there are instructions on the inside. the internet can be helpful too,” he suggests. the burning in your tummy worsens as he sees right through you, sniffing your complete innocence and inexperience with ease

“o-okay. this looks good. thank you,” you agree

“of course,” he nods with a sheepish smile. “once you get comfortable with that, we can work you up to something more sophisticated” you never implied that you’d be returning to him, but now that he’s said it, you know you couldn’t refuse. “and if you have any trouble, you can always come see me. i got a room in the back, we can take some time and find what works for you”

i might have to write that follow-up visit someday this is making me 🫠🫠

[writing-for-marvel]

"I dream of you. all i do, is dream of you."

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You

Andy Barber x Fem!Reader

Summary: When Andy gets jealous of you talking with his colleague, you reassure him he’s everything you’ll ever need.

Warnings: age gap and although exact ages are never mentioned everyone is well and truly of age, jealous Andy

Word count: 700

A/N: this is for @nickfowlerrr’s the seven writing challenge - I spun the wheel for the seven deadly sins and got envy. A big thank you my darling friend @flordeamatista, queen of Andy fics, for not only providing the inspiration for this fic, but helping me with writing Andy for the first time and being my constant cheerleader 🩷 banners by @vase-of-lilies

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Andy hated attending after work functions with his colleagues. He could barely stand dealing with them during the working week, but then to also be forced to give up his Saturday night so his boss could show off the house his old family money had bought him was another level of torture.

You were his saving grace. Part of him felt guilty for dragging the woman he loved along to these grandstanding cocktail parties where you were forced to make small talk with people you didn’t enjoy the company of, but you were also the only person who stopped him from going completely insane.

But at this moment, while he was stuck hearing about how his boss’s fantasy football team was performing, as if he didn’t hear enough about it at the office, Andy saw red as he was subjected to watch Dylan, the office womaniser, chatting you up.

In the back of his mind he knew with absolute certainty that you wouldn’t cheat on him, but the reason his heart clenched and acidic jealousy bubbled in his stomach was because of what Dylan represented: everything Andy couldn’t offer you.

He wasn’t young anymore, he was well aware the prime of his life was past him at this point in time. He had settled into a comfortable routine which didn’t involve a thriving social life which he remembered having with Laurie when they were your age. He was surely not as flexible or had as much energy as a young man fifteen years his junior.

He wanted to be able to give you the world, but all he had to offer was the trauma developed from his tarnished past, which was still following him around like a shadow, his back problems, wonky knee and the remainder of his life which would be distinctly shorter than Dylan, or someone of his age, could promise to spend with you.

The root of his envy was insecurity.

And he was green with envy.

Excusing himself from the one-sided conversation his boss was having, Andy set off with purpose, making a beeline to you, only to find you were already making your way over to him. Relief eased the tension in his shoulders as your gaze found his and a smile tugged at the corners of your mouth.

“Your colleague, the guy behind me, is a creep.” You commented, hooking your fingers through his belt loops and pulling him protectively into you. Andy leaned down and placed a small, sweet kiss to your forehead, not needing to look behind you to know exactly who you were referring to. A sense of satisfaction filled his chest with the notion that you were clearly averse to Dylan’s pursuits.

“That’s not what most young women around the office think.”

“Well he is.” You stated firmly, a look of disgust flashing over your features. “Why does it take me telling him I have a boyfriend to respect that I’m not interested. Why would I want a boy like him, when I already have a man like you?”

Andy smiled, coming to the realisation that he had no reason to be jealous. Perhaps he couldn’t offer you his callow youth, but he did have maturity and experience, which would surely be much more valuable in a devoted relationship.

“You are a dream come true, you know that?” In response to this you scrunched your nose and smiled in a way that made Andy’s heart fill with pure adoration and devotion.

You truly were all he would ever need for the remainder of his life.

“You’re my dream come true too, Andy.” Standing on your tiptoes, arms sling around his neck, you placed a delicate kiss against his lips, neither of you paying any mind to his colleagues who could be watching on. “You’re everything I’ve ever dreamed of.”

Taking a beat to commit the moment to memory, Andy made a promise to himself that he would never take his second chance at love for granted.

“Let’s go home, handsome.” You suggested, tugging gently on his tie with that mischievous grin which always promised a sinfully pleasurable time. “I have plans for us that definitely don’t involve the rest of you colleagues.”

[jadedvibes]

to be his wife 🥰

Mrs. Barber

Oh what a dream ♡ Let's imagine what it'd be like if after leaving his ex he met a lawyer that was his ideal match.

Pairing: Andy Barber x lawyer!reader

Warnings: 18+ only, smut, swearing, fluff, possessive!andy sprinkled in.

Word Count: 825

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From the moment he stepped into the courtroom and saw you were opposing counsel Andy knew he was screwed. The whispers of the woman that could rival him as a prosecutor moving to the district didn’t contain how beautiful you were.

Your stellar professional reputation preceded you, but your bewitching presence was a surprise that completely caught him off guard.  

Andy wasn’t one to get flustered under the pressures of the court, but when you looked at him, his speech briefly stuttered along with his heart. Your words flowed eloquently, and your confidence made him grateful that it was an open-and-shut case, because once court was adjourned he decided that a woman as brilliant as you belonged with him.

He pursued you until you gave in, but it was a lot harder than he anticipated. You weren’t looking for anything, yet his persistence ensured that you found it anyway. The man wore you down with his kindness, helpfulness, and those dazzling blue eyes always giving you his undivided attention. Despite your cynicism, you let yourself fall for the lawyer with the complicated past. 

Fortunately, Andy ensured that you didn’t regret it. And to further prove his commitment, he proposed after six months of dating you, simply because he needed you to be his, in every way possible. 

Just like he made you his, every night since you agreed to go out with him. You thought it might be a bit too early to sleep with him after your first official date. But as he helped you out of his Audi and walked you to your front door with your hand firmly in his, you knew exactly what was going to happen. 

“Tell me to leave, honey,” he mumbled against your lips after kissing you goodnight. 

“But I want you to stay,” you whispered before opening your door. 

He took care of you that night, worshiping every inch of your body, just like he wanted to from the moment his eyes laid on you. 

Your attraction couldn’t stay confined to just your places at night, and that’s how stolen kisses at work turned into making love behind locked office doors. But sex wasn’t always like that, sometimes he’d fuck you, quick and rough, just enough to get you both there. Other days, he’d take his time, dominating you hard and slow; whispering the filthiest words you’d only hear when you got him like that. 

“That’s it, honey. Go soft under me, fuck – this pussy’s so fuckin’ tight it’s like she wants to keep me inside,” Andy groaned against the shell of your ear, his beard grazing against your soft skin as he pounded into you. You felt him everywhere; his warm lips, his large hands, his hard length roughly sinking into you over and over again. Until you were screaming his name, barely able to hear him mutter how well you squeezed his cock and how pretty you were as you came for him. 

The two of you eloped on a weekend trip in Portland, and the main thing that changed once you were officially his wife was that his adoration and devotion became even more intense. 

Andy was a self-assured man, but now that you were his, you didn’t miss the way his possessiveness lingered whenever you interacted with other male colleagues. In fact, you loved the way he’d make it apparent that you belonged to him. You loved it even more when he took you home and reminded you that you were his Mrs. Barber – as if the ring on your finger and the hold on your heart wasn’t indication enough. 

His protective nature, the way he cherished you as a partner and always took care of you made you fall for him more and more every day. A few colleagues at work even mentioned that you changed him for the better. He didn’t hide the fact that he was once a workaholic that prioritized his job more than anything in his past relationship; instead he made sure that you knew that you were his top priority through his actions. You were his new beginning, a chance to do things differently, and he certainly made the most of that. 

Andy was the perfect husband to you, his wonderful wife. 

Because you were his ideal partner. You were the warm softness to his rough exterior – although you were strong when you needed to be and Andy really admired that. You were the one that he trusted to tear down the tall walls he’d built up over the years. He needed someone that didn’t judge him about his past, that actually appreciated him, and saw him for the deeply caring man that he was. It amazed him how you fit the bill in every sense; a fact he expressed gratitude for often. 

And now that Andy loves you, he can never stop. Because you’re his better half, his gorgeous and amazing wife, his Mrs. Barber.

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Flufftober Day 16 | Lullaby

Pairing | Husband!Andy Barber x Wife!Female!Reader

Word count |~ 870 words

Summary | After a long, stressful day at work, there's nothing you enjoy more than sitting next to your husband, Andy, when he's playing the piano and singing to you. These moments work like a charm to get you to fall asleep, and you two lovingly call them your own lullaby.

Warning(s) | This is your official trigger warning. Do not proceed if any of these topics upset you. Angst (mention losing someone you care about, death of a minor character, stress), fluff (Andy being the best, most comforting husband).

Prompt(s) | 16. Singing one another to sleep | @flufftober

A/n | This one shot is written for day 16 of Flufftober 2023. I decided to give the hurt/comfort genre another whirl, so I hope you will all enjoy it as much as I did when writing it 🖤

Likes, comments and reblogs will be very much appreciated 🧡

Divider is made by @cafekitsune | GIF credit to the owner

Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Flufftober Masterlist

Working as a nurse has its ups and downs, but today is definitely one of the ''down'' days, so to speak. Your job can be rewarding to no end, but it can also be difficult on days like today.

After caring for a sweet, young gentleman for the last five weeks, you suddenly lost him when his heart gave out because it couldn't handle the stress anymore.

Right now, you're sitting in your car before you drive home, and you can't stop bawling your eyes out after the shock when you hear that he has passed away.

Your patient, Justin, was always so sweet, caring, and funny, but most of all, he was strong. The fact that his heart was deteriorating rapidly didn't stop him from living life to the fullest, even when he was in a hospital.

But today, his life sadly ended, and a donor heart was on its way to save him, but they were too late. His heart couldn't take it anymore, and you weren't there to be able to say goodbye to him.

During your shift, you managed to keep it together, though you never stopped thinking about him, and you visited his family in the family room during your break to share your condolences.

It wasn't until you unlocked your car and got in that you finally let go of everything, and now you're seated in the parking lot of the hospital where you work, grieving one of your favorite patients.

You have no clue how long you've been sitting there, but when you've finally calmed down enough, you pick yourself together enough to drive home to see your husband, Andy.

There's always been something about walking through your front door and seeing him that instantly brought you comfort and warmth, today being no exception to this.

''Hi, Princess,'' he says as he envelops you in his arms, and you can't help but burst into tears again, and it feels like this time you won't stop crying for hours on end.

''C'mon, let's sit on the couch together so you can tell me what's going on, okay?'' he says softly, and you nod, your sobbing now having died down to soft sniffles.

When he leads you to the couch, you're still in your scrubs, but neither of you mentions it. Right now, you need your husband, and a change of clothes can wait until later.

''What's going on, Princess?'' he asks when you're sitting sideways in his lap, your face buried in his neck and your eyes closed. You're inhaling his comforting, soothing scent while gathering your thoughts.

''H-He didn't… They were too late,'' you sigh out, followed by another sob, and he pulls you close, his cheek resting on your head as he holds you close, rubbing your back soothingly while you allow yourself to grieve one of your favorite patients.

''I'm so sorry to hear that, Princess,'' he says, thinking back to all the stories you've told him about Justin. You shared all your worries with him, and Andy's heartbroken to see you like this.

The two of you sit like this for a while, Andy whispering sweet words into your hair while you tell him about Justin and grieve his loss for as long as you need to.

''Babe? Could you sing me a lullaby?'' you ask suddenly, and the smile on Andy's face lights up the room and your mood. Every time you're stressed or can't sleep, you ask him to sing you a lullaby, which is when he plays the piano and sings softly to lull you to sleep.

''Of course, Princess,'' he says, and you get up before letting him guide you to the piano, and you sit down next to him.

''Is there a specific song you'd like today?'' he asks when you're all settled in, but you shake your head and let him choose today. Today, he decided ''Listen To Your Heart'' because it's one of your favorites.

As soon as he plays the first chords, you sigh softly and close your eyes, and with Andy's voice in your ear, you slowly calm down and let yourself rest.

Though you're not entirely asleep when he's done, he still picks you up and carries you to the bed, where he lays you down before undressing and taking his place with you.

''I love you so much, Princess, more than you'll ever know,'' he whispers against your shoulder, complimented by a few soft kisses as you melt into his touch.

It doesn't take long for a dreamless sleep to take you, and the following day, you wake up wrapped in your husband's arms. You feel a lot better than yesterday, and you're very thankful.

''Mornin', Princess,'' he says, and you shuffle a little bit to be able to kiss him. The kiss is soft, tender, and loving, and it melts your heart as his hand ghosts over your side and down to your hip.

''Mornin'-'' you shriek as his warm hand wraps around your thigh, and he pulls you onto him so you're straddling him. He's planning on making good use of every last second of your day off, showing you how much he loves you.

[anika-ann]

Underneath the Christmas Tree (A.B.)

Type: one-shot, drabble-ish, floof

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader WC: 1100

Summary: Your Christmas might not be perfect, but the person you celebrate with is.

Warnings: 18+, nsfw for allusions to smut, clichés and huge amount of fluff, mentions of insecurity in reader, celebrating Christmas

A/N: a little something to raise the holiday spirits, in the honour of @stargazingfangirl18 who slipped into many inboxes to spread the hoeliday cheer 💕I hope she and all of you can profit from a sweet moment with one mister B🎄// divider by @firefly-graphics

“You’re being a grinch,��� he teased you lightly, thick arm wrapping around your waist from behind to keep you flush to his front.

You only frowned harder as you placed the single box under your Christmas tree. It looked absurd among the five boxes from your lovely devoted irritating fiancé – of course you’d be a little grinchy about it.

This Christmas was supposed to be perfect – because Andy Barber was and he deserved nothing less than that in return. You had prepared three presents for Andy in total – or you had tried so. Until the most important one, one you ordered and had custom-made took longer than expected. You ordered two months in advance, so proud of yourself for figuring out the gift for the man who stole your heart without intention of ever giving it back… and then came December, than half of it went, and then the day before Christmas Day arrived, ten a.m., three p.m., eight p.m. and since the clock was about to struck midnight, something told you your package wasn’t about to arrive in time. All your insecurities about deserving the wonderful man momentarily soothing you in his generous embrace resurfaced, making you feel inadequate and just… not enough.

So yeah, you were scowling a little. Especially since Andy was maybe not laughing at your misery, but was definitely at least slightly amused by the way you were expressing it.

“It was supposed to be perfect,” you echoed your thoughts wearily, feeling the stupid tears gather in your eyes. Dammit.

It was just… Andy truly was your Prince Charming. Your one. A kind, caring man with the biggest heart you had ever encountered, a bit dorky, but with maturity most men at any age couldn’t even dream of, and with sweet, almost gentlemanly ways that went out of the window once the door of your bedroom closed behind you. Assuming you’d make it as far as the bedroom. Or even into your house.

He deserved everything that was good in this world and more and there were times when you doubted you were the one able to give it to him.

You felt him smile against your cheek as he pressed a soft kiss there, pulling you back from your thoughts – and to fall on your ass – to sit between his legs on the floor with a tiny yelp on your part.

“It is. ‘cause you are, sweetheart,” he whispered to your ear, causing you to side-glance him at his sappy ways.

A soft smile was playing on his lips indeed, serene face illuminated by the warm lights on your Christmas tree, eyes shining with contentment.

Your heart fluttered in your chest, suddenly at peace. Damn, he was gorgeous. Ruffled hair, pretty lips framed by his perfectly trimmed beard, white tee and simple grey sweats, like a god of domesticity and happiness in the most ordinary moments. How could you protest, how could you doubt anything at all when he was like that?

“I love you,” you said instead, earning a soft peck to your lips, a whispered declaration in return. “I just… I was really excited to give you the present you deserve.”

Andy’s plush lips stayed but a breath away, closing the distance again at your admission, last remnants of your gloomy mood evaporating as he kissed you again, this time slowly, deeply, loving.

Then, he inched away, your eyes fluttering open only to meet the mischievous sparkle in his eye.

Your heart skipped a beat. Ah-oh.

“What-“ He reached for the single gift you had placed under the three, pulling at the bow and stealing it for himself. “Andy!”

He laughed at your scandalized expression, taking your left hand – the one adorned by a charming ring he had placed there barely a month ago – and swiftly wrapped the ribbon around your wrist, tying another perfect bow.

Your shoulders sagged, your face probably revealing as much of your exasperation as adoration.

“Here. My perfect gift, in all its glory.”

“You, mister, are an old sap.”

He grinned. “And yet, you agreed to marry me.”

Your gaze flicked between the bow and the gorgeous diamond on your finger, the widest of smiles tugging at your lips. “Yeah, what was I even thinking-“

“Hey!” he protested, deft fingers sneaking under your silky bathrobe in a vicious attack at your most ticklish spots, having you try to squirm from his hold – only accomplishing changing your positions until he trapped you under him lied flat on the fluffy carpet, his weight on you as warm as his gaze.

“See? My perfect gift, now even lying under the Christmas tree, all mine to unwrap. I’m a lucky man, aren’t I?”

His fingers sneaked lower, brushing over your hips and to your thigh, his hand freezing. The sweet warm gaze turned heated, drawn to your lips as your tongue peeked out to wet them. You felt your face flush with heat, even as your chest puffed with pride.

Cat got his tongue now, did it?

“Sweetheart?”

“There’s… I thought we might cheat a little. I didn’t wrap this one,” you admitted, a little disappointed when his weight disappeared and he only straddled your thighs – but the feeling was quickly replaced by satisfaction when Andy tugged, peeling your robe off, eyes feasting on your body adorned with the new lingerie you had bought, your nipples instantly hardening under the see-though material under his appreciative gaze.

“So…” you hummed innocently, fully aware of the way his sweats barely hid his growing arousal, just like your excuse of panties couldn’t hope to hide the growing wetness of your core, “what do you think?”

Andy’s lip curled in a smirk that had you stomach somersault, his eyes dark as coal, soft fingertips trailing over the soft curve of your breast, brushing your nipple with clear intent.

“Well, sweetheart, I think you just almost made it to the naughty list,” he mused, his other hand toying with the little ribbons on the side of your panties, lightly puling on it until fell apart smoothly.

Your breath caught in your throat, heat pooling in your belly as his fingertips followed the pattern of lace above your mound.

“Almost?”

Andy’s smirk was positively devious as he leaned down to press a kiss to your cleavage, dextrous fingers undoing the bow on your other hip as well, baring you to his greedy touch.

“But when I’m done with all the things I want to do you, sweetheart, when you let me do every filthy thing I have on my mind now… I promise you that’s you’ll be right on the top it.”

And Andy Barber was a true gentleman; when he made a promise, he always always delivered on it.

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Growing Pains Official Masterlist

Last Updated: April 2024

About Growing Pains: This series contains an ever-growing collection of related one-shots featuring Andy’s and the Reader’s love affair at different points of their relationship. It will explore everything from the challenges of being in an interracial relationship, love and marriage, pregnancy, the ups and downs of raising a family, and more. 

Warning! Please note that many stories will often include mature themes, such as: Sex, D/s Dynamics, Daddy Kink, DD/bg Dynamics, Punishments, Angst, Violence, Spanking, Brat!Reader, Descriptions of Pregnancy and Child Birth, Discussions of Sexual Harassment, Discussions of Racial Dynamics, Cursing, and more. Minors please DNI.

All stories are listed in chronological order. Those marked with (**) indicate smut or implied smut. Special shout-out to my sweet friend, @birdie-girl​, for helping me organize and update this list yet again. I appreciate her so much! 

 ~Dating Stage~

Merry-Go-Round Magic: You and Andy finally have your first date. But what happens when things don’t go as planned?

Andy’s POV: Merry-Go-Round Magic: Told from Andy's POV. Andy and Reader’s finally have their first date, but what happens when things don't quite go as planned?

Morning After Magic: Takes place the morning after Merry-Go-Round Magic. After waking up in the arms of Andrew Barber, you invite Andy on an impromptu second second date. 

Tough Nights, Tough Times: You and Andy have a couple of tough nights. Takes place shortly after Merry-Go-Round Magic.

Dessert Before Dinner: It’s the Reader’s first time with Andy. **

Just A Friend:You make the mistake of referring to Andy as “just a friend”. Just A Friend: Bonus Scene **  [Request]

Nighttime Musings: A slew of late night insecurities have you ready to put the breaks on your relationship before it even starts. Thank goodness your boyfriend is a light sleeper. **

Fallen: It’s that time of the month, and as much as you love your boyfriend, all you want to do is go home and curl up on your couch. And you certainly do not want to talk about it. Especially not with him. **  [Request]

Bathroom Busybodies: When you show up at your boyfriend's office for the first time, the only thing you're anticipating is a lunch date with your man. You didn't bank on having to deal with gossipy coworkers.  [Request]

The Ache: You decide to tease Andy on FaceTime during your evening bubble bath. ** [Request]

I. Love. You.: You and Andy exchange those three magic words for the first time.

Cool for the Summer: What you have with Andy is so much more than just a run-of-the-mill summer fling. And you won't let it be damaged by little things like flies, or a casual dash of outdated ignorance.

Iridessa & The Lost Boy: This Halloween you refuse to let anyone dim your sparkle, unless it's your curmudgeon of a boyfriend. [Request]

The Key: A broken furnace and a slip of the tongue lead to a special gift from your very stubborn boyfriend.**

Safe With Me: You have a rough day while Andy is away on a business trip. [Request]

A Good Lesson: This takes place four months into your relationship with Andy. You learn the hard way that you are Andy’s baby girl, whether you want to be or not. And that your safety always comes first. **

Laying Down the Rules: Andy explains what the dynamic of their relationship will look like to the reader. ** [Request]

Treat Yourself: How Andy deals with your ill-advised love of ice cream. [Request] **

Two Words: Andy will always give you what you need. All he wants is to hear his two favorite words come from your pretty little mouth. [Request]

Tulip: Feeling overwhelmed, you decide to use your safe word while role playing a scene with Andy. [Request]

Taking the Blame: You and Andy end up having your first major fight at one of his office parties. But the real question is, who’s right and who’s wrong? **

Handsy: Andy always seems to have trouble keeping his hands to himself during your movie nights…**

Brat Games: It’s all fun and games when you find yourself in the mood to embrace your inner brat. **

Photo Shoot Faux Pas: Andy’s reaction to a risque anniversary gift gets you more than you bargained for. ** [Request]

The Lonely Hearts Club: You decide to press pause on your relationship with Andrew Barber. Too bad your hotshot attorney of an ex-boyfriend doesn't understand the meaning of the word. [Part 2]  [The Lonely Hearts Club: Part Three - Teaser] *Ongoing*

The Laundromat: After your smarmy, sneaky landlord refuses to fix your broken washing machine without certain payment, Reader ends up at the laundromat. And Andy isn’t happy about it.  [Request]

The Incident: An unsettling incident at your apartment forces you to rethink your current living situation. Takes place after the events in The Laundromat. **

Night Routines: You get a little creative helping Andy with his nightly skincare routine. ** Reader's Worst Spanking: An Introduction to the Hair Brush: Reader is introduced to the hairbrush during a trip over Andy's knee. **

A Lapse in Judgment: Restless energy and an ill-advised night jog land you in a heap of trouble with your man. **

Fed Up: Reader is fed up with her and Andy’s current living situation, which gives Andy palpitations.  [Request]

Communication Mishap: Reader decides to play a prank on a grumpy Andy Barber.

The Help: A lovely new neighbor shows up with intentions on Andrew Barber. Too bad he’s already taken, and not by the fucking maid.

NEW! A Simple Request: A lazy morning in bed leads to a simple request from your man...

A Little Break: Feeling naughty, you ask your boyfriend to be rough with you, and he is more than happy to deliver. **

Scissors: What Andy wants, he gets. Whether you like it or not. **

In Control: For a night you get to take control. **

Passenger Princess: You decide to embrace your inner-brat when during a boring road trip with your boyfriend, Andy Barber.**

Dating Andy (AU) Drabble: Another AU version of the series. What if Jacob was still alive? How would Andy tell him about Reader? [Request]

Thirty Minutes or Less: Andy tries to convince you to skip work and stay home with him instead.**

How Many? A Growing Pains Drabble: Andy is curious as to how many partners his girl has had.

Three Sheets to the Wind: A huge victory in the courtroom leads to a celebration and a very drunk Andrew Barber. **

Sun Soaked: A Growing Pains Drabble: After your boyfriend, Andy, tries and wins a particularly difficult case, he whisks you off on a tropical vacation. **

Deliciously Sore: You allow Andy to take you in a way no other man has ever before. [Request]**

A Brief Explanation of Andy & Reader's Dynamic [Request]** 

Punishments with Andy Barber [Request]**

Drunk reader Drabble (Ask) **

Girls Night (Ask)

Horny Reader (Ask) **

Andy Wearing Readers Bonnet (Ask)

~Engagement Stage~

That Special Anniversary: The story of Andy and Reader’s Engagement. [*See Reader’s Engagement Ring]

Spit-Shine: A surprise visit to Andy's office leads to an impromptu game of show and tell. **

No Nut Nonsense: You try to convince Andy to participate in No Nut November. It doesn't go well.** [Request]

The Credit Card Folly: After agreeing to do better with your money, you find yourself risking your ass over a pair of boots.**

That One Time You Were Not Okay: You’re used to being a badass, but what happens when you encounter something that’s simply too painful and overwhelming to deal with on your own? Will you lean on Andy?  [Request]

NEW! Reader Sends Andy on a Hunt for Fake Feminine Products (Ask)

~Newlyweds Stage~

Magic Revisited: The Wedding: Reader and Andy finally tie the knot.

Forever My Love: A Barber Honeymoon: Reader and Andy embark on their Italian honeymoon. **

Forever Partners: You and Andy are newly married and have recently moved into a new neighborhood. Everything is wonderful until the day you receive a disturbing note on your doorstep. How will you and your new husband handle it? And how will it affect your relationship? **

Forever Partners: Part Two: This is a follow-up to the events that occurred in Forever Partners. Andy and Reader's neighbor, Jeffries, just doesn't know when to quit. But Andy isn't having it.

Games We Play: Sometimes your husband likes to play little games. Now just how dirty are you willing to get for him? **

Disobedient:You disobey Andy and then get sassy about it, which means you’re going to have to pay for it.

Barber v. B.O.B: Andy catches you breaking a very important rule during a punishment…

Distant: Your husband has been pretty neglectful lately. Late nights, canceled plans, missing dinner. Is it possible that he doesn't want you anymore? **

Wet & Wild Desperation: Your husband fulfills a fantasy you didn’t quite know you had. **

~Family Stage~

First Pregnancy:

Late Night Revelations: You and your husband had never really discussed children, not after what happened with his son, Jacob. But when you find out you’re pregnant, you realize that you don’t really have a choice. [Part Two - Andy’s POV]

Ten Foot Pole: A Growing Pains Drabble: Morning sickness is the devil.

The Curious Case of the Chicken McNuggets: You sneak out one night to satisfy a late night craving, with every intent to make it back before your overly tired husband wakes up. [Part Two - Andy’s POV] **

Waddle Woes: At seven months pregnant, you've perfected the art of the waddle. Your emotions are a little out of whack. Plus you may or may not enjoy pickle and peanut butter sandwiches. And your sweet, handsome husband likes to test your delicate patience.

Cocoa Butter: A Growing Pains Drabble: You’re concerned about developing stretch marks during your pregnancy, and Andy is more than happy to help. **  

Chaos: Your baby is on the way and your urge to nest kicks in.  [Request]

A Little Scotch: When you begin to experience Braxton Hicks contractions, it sends your overprotective husband into a tizzy.

NEW! Reader’s Pregnancy Hormones (Ask)

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First Time Parents:

The Arrival: Isn’t She Lovely?: Baby Bianca decides to make her debut to the world.

That First Night: You and Andy bring your little BiBi Barber home for the first time.

Don’t Breathe: A newborn Bianca finally goes down for a nap.

Restroom Reservations: You encounter a rude heckler as you try to feed your baby at a local bistro.

BiBi Barber’s First Word

Let Go: The Reader and Andy reconnect nine months after welcoming their first child together. After all, it’s important for Andy to remind you that you’re his baby too.

Indulge Me: You’re struggling with your post-baby body, but Andy refuses to stand by and watch his baby girl neglect herself.

Terms & Conditions: Having regained some of your old confidence, you wake up in the mood to torture Andy while he’s working from home. **

Just A Bite: Your toddler notices a bruise on your bottom and informs her Daddy. Little does she know that he was the one that put it there in the first place… **

Aviary Adventures: One of your worst fears comes to fruition.

Sweet Dreams: You can’t sleep, and neither can your baby girl. Guess it’s Daddy to the rescue. [Part Two: The Reward]  **

Hold Me:You comfort Andy while he’s dealing with a very difficult case.  

Andrew Is A Brave Man: Andrew is a very brave man for calling his wife lazy. [Part Two - Request]  [Part Three - Request]

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Bianca “BiBi” Barber Centric Fics:

Toes: A BiBi Barber Drabble: Baby BiBi loves playing with Mommy.

BiBi’s First Steps Drabble  [Request]

The Curse Word: A BiBi Barber Drabble: Bianca drops a curse word in a public place.  [Request]

Enough: “Are we ever gonna see the Growing Pains reader beating the sh*t out of someone?”  [Request]

Roughhousing: You accidentally traumatize your toddler when she walks in on you and Andy having a little late night fun. **  [Request]

Privacies: A BiBi Barber Drabble: BiBi Barber is all about her privacy, and she is quick to let her daddy know it.

BiBi The Brave: A Growing Pains Drabble: When little Bianca realizes that there are monsters on the loose, she takes it upon herself to protect her parents.

Taco Tuesdays & Terrible Twits: You and your little family encounter a racist woman at the grocery store.

Andy & BiBi: Daddy Daughter Date: Andy and BiBi have a father daughter date while they run some morning errands.  [Request]

Tea Time: A BiBi Barber Drabble: Sunday mornings are made for tea parties.

BiBi’s First Boyfriend: The Candy Crusader: Andy finds out that little his BiBi has a boyfriend.

Preschool Brawl: You and Andy end up in the principal's office after BiBi has an altercation with a little boy at school.

BiBi Finds A New Friend: Introducing Ollie the Cat

BiBi & Stranger Danger: A Growing Pains Drabble: Andy and Reader are at the park when a strange man approaches their BiBi.

The Mess

BiBi At Work with Andy

BiBi’s Ice Cream Date

BiBi’s Wedding (Ask)

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Second Time Parents:

BiBi Wanting Another Sibling (Ask)

NEW! Home: Andy's home is wherever you are. **

Introducing Baby Barber No. 2: Andy and Reader welcome another baby Barber into the world.

Public Displays of Affection: When an encounter with another parent at the girls' school crosses the line, you debate over whether or not you should tell your husband...

Unexpected Consequences: It's hard to talk trash when your husband keeps your naughty mouth stuffed full.  

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BiBi & KitCat Family Centric Fics:

Big Sister BiBi: A Drabble: Reader and Andy realize that BiBi is a little more insecure than they thought she was.

Baby Barber Babbles: Bianca is confused when her baby sister KitCat won’t talk to her.

Cookie Crusades: BiBi & KitCat: BiBi and KitCat go on a late night hunt for their favorite thing: cookies.

Playground Scuffles: BiBi and KitCat get into a scuffle with a kid on the playground, prompting Mama to come to the rescue.

Late Night Fright: What happens when your home alarm goes off in the middle of the night? What happens when your greatest fear comes to life?

After That Late Night Fright: How do Reader and Andy start putting the pieces back together after the scariest night of their lives with their girls?

Tales From Adventure Land: The Barber Family takes a trip to an amusement park.

Barber Lady Spa Day: The ladies enjoy an evening spa day.

Daddy, Daughters, Dinner: Reader goes out with friends, leaving Andy alone with BiBi and KitCat.  [Request]

Morning Adventures with Daddy and His KitCat: Andy and KitCat spend a little father daughter time.

Dance With My Father Again: Andy escorts Bianca and Katrina to a Father Dance.

Friendly Ignorance: Andy encounters an old friend while his girls are playing in the park, which results in him having to teach the idiot a lesson in manners that he won’t soon forget.  [Request] The Conversation: A Follow-up to Friendly Ignorance: Takes place after the events in Friendly Ignorance. You and your family decide to have a much needed family meeting to discuss what happened at the park after Andy lost his temper with an old friend who insulted his girls.  [Request]

Classroom Confrontations: After learning that another child called their daughter a racial slur at school, Reader and Andy confront the Administration over their lack of action. Takes place after BiBi's confession in The Conversation: A Follow-up to Friendly Ignorance. [Request]

Coffee Shop Creeps: Andy takes a day off to spend with his girls, only to have it interrupted by an ignorant lady who is concerned by the fact that he is white and his daughters are not. [Request]

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Third Time Parents:

Feral: You return from dropping off the girls at Grandma’s house, only to find that your husband has been raiding your library. **

The Tests, The Ultrasound, & The Truth: Reader and Andy may or may not receive confirmation that the Barber Brood is expanding.

The Announcement: You and Andy decide to share your exciting pregnancy news with BiBi and KitCat. How will they react?

The Cookie Jar: A Growing Pains Drabble: You attempt to scold your husband for using a colorful euphemism during your earlier conversation with the girls. Takes place right after the events in The Announcement. **

The Cookie Jar Jam: Sometimes Andy forgets just how literal your two little girls can be. [Request]

The Twins: Is Andy really having more girls?

Fantasies: Reader finds out that her husband Andy has been harboring a secret fantasy.  [Extended Version] **

Baby Blush: You send Andy an adorable video of your girls and their playground crush, which sends his blood pressure through the roof. ** [Request]

Happy Place, Interrupted:You and your little family take a trip to Target, your ultimate happy place.The last thing you expect is to run into an ex-boyfriend, one who apparently hasn’t moved on. [Part Two] [Part Three - Request] **

The Question: A Growing Pains Drabble: Your girls ask an innocent question that triggers Andrew’s anxiety and your pregnancy hormones.

Sneak Peek: Life With The Twins: A soft sneak peek at what life looks like with the twins.

Hello World: The Barber Twins: The twins decide to make their appearance a little earlier than Reader and Andy likes.

The Best Surprise: Andy and baby A.J. have their first of many important conversations. 

The First Meeting: A Barber Kids Drabble: ​​BiBi and KitCat meet the twins for the first time. How will it go?

NEW! The Green Light: Andy is over the moon when you finally get the green light to be intimate again after the birth of your babies. But how do you explain to him that you're not quite comfortable with your post-pregnancy body just yet? ** 

NEW! Green Light: Afterglow: After an emotional afternoon, you finally allow your husband to take you to bed. Can you trust your man to help you see past your flaws? ** NEW! Warm: Andy makes you sit through one of his favorite punishments… **

NEW! The Rub Down: Andy takes care of you when things get a little rough in bed. **

The Interrogation: Andy just wants to get to know his company a little better.

The Other Woman: Your husband is not allowed to take on another woman. Not now, not ever.

Feel The Burn: Andy & A.J.: A.J. is very protective of his Mama, and he’s not afraid to let people know.

That Thing in The Closet: RoRo and KitCat hear a monster in their closet.

Your Little Monsters: After an exhausting day, all Reader wants is some intimate, alone time with her husband. But her children have other plans. **

Razzie Boos: Andy & A.J: Andy and A.J. engage in a little friendly competition. 

Kiss & Make Up: Bianca finds out that her friend’s parents are getting a divorce. Could her own be next? 

The Visitor: Reader receives a surprise visit from the last person she ever expects.

Room For One More: Is there room for one more in the Barber Family household? Someone is convinced there is...

NEW! Sweet & Sticky: You and Andy decide to get a little frisky in the kitchen before the kids come home. **

Plead the Fifth: A little white lie lands you in hot water with your husband. **

Daddy Don’t Be A Hero: When Andy puts himself at risk during an incident at the courthouse, everyone celebrates him as a hero. But what happens when he goes home to face his angry wife and daughters, each of whom is determined to give him a piece of their mind? [Request]

Daddy Lessons: Andy & KitCat: KitCat has a secret she's been keeping from her father. How will he react when she finally shares her truth?

NEW! A Peek Inside Casa Barber: Take a tumblr-style tour of the Barber Family Home

NEW! Plausible Deniability: Coming Soon 

NEW! MILF Talk: You're a wife, a mother, and apparently...a MILF.

NEW! At Last…: True love stories never end...

NEW! A Word With Andy Barber: [Volume 1] [Volume 2] [Volume 3]

NEW! A Word with Mrs. Barber: [Volume 1]

NEW! What Are the GP Kiddos Hobbies? (Ask)

NEW! The Barber Kids are Broke (Ask)

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Lingerie preferences: Andy

Andy likes to see sweet and innocent, girlish things on you.

He's always gifting you soft lil' cotton sets with sweet eyelets, tiny ruffles, and delicate silk bows.

Aside from Ari's favorites, these are the most comfortable to wear.

By now, you've figured out that acting all coy and calling him "Mr. Barber" while wearing these gets him instantly hard.

Camping with the Daddies: Andy Barber "Any Time of The Month"

Sugarbaby Series: Imagines for all five Daddies

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unhinged worlds 3

summary: A few years after your father died, your mother marries a new man, to you having a new family meant new beginnings, but what happens when your new beginning comes spiraling apart just because of the people that made them.

paring: dark stepdad Andy Barber x reader x dark dbf Lloyd Hansen x reader x dark stepbrother Johnny storm x reader x dark bbf Colin Shea. warnings- (DDLG undertones) stepcest, Johnny is NOT Andy's biological father, he is the adopted son. smut, do not engage if you are uncomfortable with any of the following, spanking, blackmail, p in v, edging, thigh riding, oral, fingering.

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This all seemed so wrong–actually it was wrong. The way Andy was eating you out like a madman between your thighs seemed too good to be true, and the fact that some deep part of you liked this made you shiver. Maybe it was because of the foreign praise Johnny and Colin gave you while you squirmed in their grasp while desperately trying to give yourself an ounce of freedom.

“Aww, honey I just know you’re so close already”, Colin said with a mocking grin.

Apparently, Andy didn’t seem to be fooled by your desperate attempt to conceal the moans that were forced out of the back of your throat, because you felt his mouth attach to your clit and aggressively start sucking. You suddenly jumped back, trying to create some sort of distance between the both of you. Andy then just wrapped his arms around your thighs–pulling you closer, which caused a sudden spasm to exit your body.

“Mmm, look at you sweetheart, all sensitive and shit,” Johnny cooed while pinching your exposed nipples, which caused you to let out a weak squeal.

Colin chuckled and squeezed your other nipple roughly, “She’s just a Baby Johnny, she obviously can’t help it,” he said as he leaned down and pecked your forehead. “can’t you Honey? You’ve never felt this good, have you?”

You really haven’t ever felt this good before. Not that you would ever let any of the three men know that, but the desperate whine you let out as Andy shoved his tongue deeper inside of you just made the two men taunt you more, and the unwanted pleasure that Andy was giving you and with the crude words that spilled out of Johnny and Colin–you could feel that tension building up in your lower stomach want to unravel.

Johnny brushed your hair off your sweat covered forehead with his hand, then leaned down to give you a slight peck on your temple, “C'mon sweetheart, go ahead and cum for me–I know you want to.”, Johnny said with a teasing coo.

Andy then reached up to rub your clit, and that was your breaking point. You no longer could hold in that burning sensation, so you just let it go–feeling your body unravel all at once felt like heaven–you must have not noticed the pornographic moan you let out because the chatter of how ‘pretty she sounds’ came to topic.

As soon as your senses finally came back, you didn’t feel loved or cared about at all. You felt dirty, used even. As you lay on the couch with teary eyes, trying to keep up with the sound of your heartbeat, just so you could try to focus on anything other than the situation you're currently in.

Andy snapped you out of your train of thought when you felt your body being set up to lean against Johnny. Suddenly feeling exposed you bring your knees up to your chest while trying to somewhat cover your exposed chest, but considering the only two bare naked people in the room are You and Johnny–it didn’t seem to surprise you.

Andy then grabbed your chin and tilted your head up, so your gaze was meeting his, then he said, “You did really good honey, I know that was scary, but you sat there and took it like a big girl. Daddy’s so so proud of you.”, he then leaned in to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

Even though his praises did make you feel a little better–you couldn’t stop shaking–the heater broke at the end of spring, so it was always extra chilly in your house. That's why you always wore comfy sweaters around.

Johnny seemed to notice how much you were shivering when he wrapped his arms around you because he said, “You cold baby? Don’t you know I’m a human furnace?”, he asked with a teasing tone. You responded with a small, “yes..I’m cold”, and Johnny seemed to take that as a pass to go ahead and pull you on top of his lap while he adjusted his arms to wrap around you more tightly.

You didn’t even notice Andy left because he came back with what looks like one of his cable knit sweaters and a fresh pair of panties, then he made his way over to you with long strides before kneeling in front of you.

“Daddy got you a nice cozy sweater and fresh pair of panties for his special girl.” Andy said softly as he pulled the overly large sweater over your head and pulled the cotton panties up your legs.

Colin cooed teasingly at your flushed face before saying, “aww, that was nice sweetheart, what do you say?”, you looked down at your lap and fidgeted with your fingers–trying to hide your flushed face.

Andy chuckled before responding for you, “Don’t tease her, she’s just a little shy right now. Isn’t that right honey?”, you look at Andy's smug expression before nodding.

He kisses your forehead before standing back up and sitting by you and Johnny, “That reminds me, your uncle Lloyd is coming tomorrow to stay for a while–you don’t know him honey, but-”, Andy gets cut off by Johnny when he quickly responds with, “That fucker is NOT my uncle. Why is that asshole coming anyway?” Andy rolls his eyes at his banter before he continues.

“Well, I’ve been telling him about our little angel, and he wants to come and see her.”, Andy says sternly. This conversation between them both seemed to make you perk up because, who is Lloyd? Why has he been telling this man about you?

Andy seemed to sense your concern, so he pulled you onto his lap, “Oh honey, there's no reason to be worried...”, he said before he adjusted you on his lap, so you were straddling his legs, then he rested his hands on your hips.

Andy then continued, “Lloyd really likes you sweet girl, so there would be no reason for him to be mean to you unless you’re not very nice, but I won’t have to worry about that because you're a good girl, right?” You paused, trying to process his words, but the expression on his face said, ‘give me an answer now.’ so you just nodded.

“Words angel, I wanna hear that pretty voice.” Andy said sternly, so you responded “Yeah”, you could tell that wasn’t what he was looking for, but he seemed to settle thankfully.

Colin then pitched in, “don’t believe him baby, that guy is a total asshole–he’s probably into some fucked up shit-” Andy cut him off quickly before scolding, “Stop that, you’re scaring her..remember you’re in my house Colin.”

This new information makes you nervous. Scared actually. What if Colin was right–just like he was right about Andy. All you felt right now was overwhelmed and afraid, you never asked for any of this, so now you could only assume this random man was gonna come here and do worse things to you.

You could feel a sob bubbling up in your throat, chest tight, heart racing, you don’t know why you felt embarrassed about the tears that were running down your face. They are the ones doing this to you, it's not your fault, but you couldn’t seem to think when you were hyperventilating and a fresh rack of sobs coming out all at once.

Andy tried to calm you down, rubbing your back and squeezing you in a tight hug did little to cease how upset you felt, “sweetheart, look at me.”, you couldn’t think all you could do was trying to get away from him–you hated how he touched you–how safe he made you feel, how gentle he was. You hated this but you couldn’t help but look at him when he told you too.

“Such a good girl..I know you’re overwhelmed honey, but nothing bad is ever gonna happen to you when you’re here. Lloyd is not gonna hurt you because he knows he needs to be gentle with you.” Andy said as he pressed your head into the crook of his neck.

Johnny leaned over to rub your back and pressed a kiss on the top of your head before saying, “Colin was just exaggerating baby, he’s not that much of an asshole.” Johnny then got up and stretched his arms above his head before continuing, “In fact, he’ll probably treat you just like his little princess, I bet you’ll end up loving it as much as he does.” he ends as he walks away with a yawn.

You could hear a distant “goodnight”, being called, but you just laid against Andy’s chest–listening to the sound of his heartbeat as he spoke once more, “He’s right honey, everything is gonna be okay..I’d explain more but you look sleepy, you wanna sleep with daddy tonight? I give great bedtime cuddles.”

You yawned tiredly before snuggling into his chest more and closing your eyes, letting sleep take you over. Andy chuckled before peppering a bunch of kisses on your face, “Alright cutie, let’s get you to bed. Goodnight Colin don’t say anymore shit like that again.” he said while giving a glare to Colin.

“Night’ Mr. B, tell my baby I said goodnight.” Colin responded with a smug grin.

Andy gave him a groan and carried you bridal style to his bedroom–setting your sleeping figure under the duvet. He walked over to his side of the bed, sliding his shirt off while watching your sleepy figure. Andy slid under the blanket beside you and reached over your head to turn the lap off. He pulled you closer to his chest and kissed the crown of your head.

Andy yawned quietly, “goodnight honey, I love you.”

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A/n: its currently 12am, sorry I took such a long time for part 3, enjoy! (let me know if you would like to be tagged.)

[sarahrogersevans]

Oooh fluff where andy barber takes care of his new baby girl with his new wife, reader. jacob died here

Second Chance At Happiness- Andy Barber wife!xreader

Summary: Andy takes care of his new baby daughter with his new wife and still misses his son Jacob but gives his daughter and wife so much love and gets a second chance of happiness

Warnings: mild very mild spoilers of Defending Jacob series! Though barely anything mentioned, Fluff, angsty, flashbacks of memories, happy Andy, soft Andy, let me know if I miss anything

~Andy’s POV~

I couldn’t believe how lucky I got with Y/N and our daughter Lilly, after everything I went through in the past I wasn’t sure if I’d fall in love again let alone have another child but I honestly couldn’t be happier. Our daughter Lilly is now two years old and so beautiful just like her mom Y/N. Y/N saw me walk in after I got home from work and she brought Lilly over and said “Hi Andy welcome home! look honey, daddy’s home why don’t you go say hi to daddy while I go get dinner out of the oven.” “Hey Y/N my love and oh good hi pretty girl.” She handed me Lilly and I took her in my arms carefully and said “hi darling how are you doing today hmm? Were you a good girl for mommy today?” I kissed her cheek and we went to sit down and I handed her one of her toys while we waited for dinner to be ready.

Later after we all ate dinner together I read a bedtime story to Lilly and when she fell asleep I softly said “the end.. goodnight sweet girl I love you very much sweet dreams.” I pulled the blanket a bit more on her and turned off the light and went to bed and cuddled with Y/N for a bit.

Y/N laid her head on my chest and I put my arm around her and rubbed her back gently. Y/N said “I’m getting a little jealous of Lilly I think you might love her more than me.” She teased and winked at me and I chuckled and said “no way Y/N I love you both equally and I adore you so much babe you make me so happy but I do love our daughter a lot I can’t believe this is all real sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve this ..” I thought back to everything that happened with my ex wife and my son Jacob and I sighed sadly and Y/N knew everything that happened and she comforted me and said “hey shhh you deserve to be happy Andy I love you and Lilly does too ok? It’s gonna be alright Andy, we’re here and we’re not going anywhere I promise.” She smiled and kissed me softly and I put my hand on the back of her head and leaned in to kiss her more and I leaned my forehead against Y/N’s softly and I whispered “I love you and Lilly both so much I’m so thankful for you both I don’t know what I’d do without you honey.” Y/N and I held each other all night and no matter what happens I knew I’d do anything for my family.

During the night I had a nightmare and memories of the trial, the accident and the arrest and seeing my dad a few years ago came flooding back so I went to sit in Lilly’s room to check on her and I watched her sleep for a bit and just seeing that she was safe and asleep in her bed made me smile so much and I heard Y/N come in quietly and she rubbed my shoulders and kissed my head and said “nightmares again honey?” I nodded my head and hugged her tight and felt a few tears escape my eyes and I said “I love you baby I swear I will love and protect you both no matter what happens you both will always have me you both mean so much to me Y/N, I can’t lose you or Lilly..” Y/N kissed my cheek and whispered “shhh it’s ok Andy I know we love you so much and you won’t lose us ok? Lilly is safe and I’m here with you honey it’s alright it’s gonna take time but I promise you’ll be alright I’ll be right here helping you through this my love, I love you so much Andy I’m so glad I married you.”

That moment when Y/N said that I kissed her forehead and felt happy for the first time in a very long time and I knew this felt right.

Hi Luv! I hope this is close to what you wanted 😊💜xx enjoy!

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In the waves of your love , I wish to drown🌊🌊🌊

Pairing: Andy barber x reader

Warning: fluff and implied smut at the very end, no spoilers for defending Jacob.

Word count: around 300

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A/n : I love him .

sorry for any grammatical error . No beta read , all mistakes my own!

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Not that it's a secret that Andy loves you

But he never misses any chance to show you how much

He always have his hand resting on your back , his touch providing a sense of comfort and safety

Always kisses your forehead like morning, evening, noon, night

He hugs you whenever he sees you , before leaving for work, after coming back, when you achieve something, when you smile

He makes you dance with him after you both finish dinner or in the meantime, when you're him make breakfast

When you both go out he does a little slow dance, without any background music , just both of you staring at each other, giggling at silly jokes or appreciating each other in your lives

His favorite move is the one where you rest your head on his shoulder, your back to his chest and both your hands intertwined with his , while he sways you both

Just before your date start he takes both your hands in his, kissing each one softly , while he stares intently. His gaze never falters even when you shy away and just when you scold him with a light chuckle followed by whine of his name he chuckles back at your reaction

He softly cups your face and leans in to kiss your lips softly, stroking your cheek with his thumb and humming in the kiss

He starts with how much he appreciate you, how beautiful you are not only in appearance but as in your personality too

He tells you that your smile is one of his favorite, and that always makes you smile

You both go out for ice cream or any desserts after your date while walking

You both find it comforting when you both talk while walking for a while

You both play silly games after finishing your deserts, finding an odd comfort when the sky turns black

Like hide and seek, catching each other , blindfolding the 9ther while the one laughs and giggles uncontrollably

The date are mostly once a week , you both agreed , but it could be any day if you want to

The only difference is the food and rest is same at home

Your home. Your Andy. And You

He brings you mini toys of Marvel characters, pens, diary , stickers cause he knows how much you like those

You both go shopping like twice a month , and he showers you with anything you ask for

Always holds your hand in public, a gesture you find comforting

And after your trips you both end up on the couch, cuddling, talking about stuff, or on bed with you screaming his name from pleasure....

[babyjakes]

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event | kinkmas 2023

prompt | massage

pairing | massage therapist!andy barber x reader

warnings | andy’s soooo soft and sweet <3. err, some sort of violation of massage therapy ethics lol. me kind of not knowing how a massage works. my shameless hand kink. fingering. praising/encouragement. squirting. he cleans her up after :)

word count | 897

an | big thankyou to @starksbabie for letting me ask weird questions about massage practices lol. sorry if this still didn’t seem realistic, i’ve never had a massage before 😭

okay but 😳 getting a massage from andy? 😏

he’s a professional ofc!! recommended to you by a friend who’s noticed how tense and stressed you’ve been lately. “he’s the best, those hands are magic!”

he’s got a little private office built off of his home. he greets you when you arrive, guiding you back into the private room with the table. “go ahead and undress for me, honey. hop up and lay on your back when you’re ready; you can cover yourself with the sheet if you like.” he gives you a few minutes of privacy to let you do as he instructed. all you can think about is how handsome he is 🥲 your friend should’ve warned you this guy’s a total dilf lol

he comes back in and dims the lights, making his outline just barely visible against the few dull lamps stationed around the room. washes his hands at the sink in the corner before coming to stand at your side, pumping some oil onto his large hands. he can see you’re trembling a little 🥺

“easy sweetheart, just relax. i’ll be gentle, i promise.” his voice is so soothing and warm, it’s hard not to trust him

he starts things out innocent enough, moving the sheet and working your calves and around your knees. murmuring soothing words as he notes your jumpiness, “deep breaths, good.” “that feel okay?” “a little tight here, honey. let’s see if we can help with that-” his hands are so strong yet gentle 💕

he gradually works his way up to your thighs. the outsides first, then the tops. you try your best to fight off any inappropriate thoughts or feelings, but there’s just something about his dark figure towering over you, his massive hands, his low, soothing voice…

“gonna open up your legs a bit, princess. you’ve got some tightness here,” you jump as his long fingers are trailing to the insides of your thighs. he opens them just a few inches at first, guiding your knees to fall apart. you’re glad the room is so dark; you’re sure you’re making the most humiliating faces at this point 🥲 he works at your sore inner thighs as you try to ignore the fact that your bare pussy is now on display for his trained eyes and hands

he makes his way up to the tender space where your legs meet your groin. a whimper escapes your lips, heat rushing to your cheeks

he pauses. “sweetheart.” his voice is so dangerously low, with just a hint of tentativeness. he takes a deep breath, exhaling audibly before continuing. “i wanna help you, baby. will you let me?” his hands are guiding your knees further apart, hooking them over each side of the table to let your calves dangle down towards the floor.

you close your eyes, trying not to let your voice tremble as you give a soft, “mhm,” nodding your head. it’s all the answer he needs

he pumps some more oil onto his hands, warming them gently for a few moments before returning to the side of the table. you can just barely see his form leaning down a bit to get as good of a view as he can. his hands are careful as they land on either side of your needy cunt. you don’t get to see the smile spreading across his face as he catches a glimpse of your wetness, shining subtly in the darkness

he uses one large hand to part your pussy lips, the other dragging a few fingers up through your puddle. he hums in approval as your body jerks sensitively. he strokes the pads of his fingers broadly over your clit for a few moments, paying attention to how your body responds. when your knees shake and your little feet kick gently, he moves to press two fingers up into your soaking hole as the others continue on your burning button

“keep breathing for me, baby. that feel good?” you offer a mumbled confirmation, your head nodding almost desperately as his strong digits stretch you out. the sensation of fullness almost does you in alone- and then he starts pumping his fingers into you, curling them ever-so-slightly up to reach your sweet spot

you let out some mixture between a moan and a cry, your hips bucking up instinctively to match his pace. “good, that’s good, honey. keep going for me, that’s it…” he forces your mound back with his fingers, swirling his thumb quicker over your hardened nub. “come on, baby. give it to me, almost there…”

you come right on his fingers with a string of jumbled cries. “goood,” he croons, keeping up his pace to coax your orgasm out of you. he smiles as he feels you squirting out against his hands before things finally begin to ease up

he slows to a gentle stop, reaching for a towel with one hand as he continues stroking your inner thigh with the other. after wiping off the mess you made from his fingers, he gently moves to find something to clean you off with, turning the lights up a little to make the room more visible

“feeling better?” he asks when he returns to your side. you just nod pathetically, a sweet look of humiliation settling on your face as he gets to cleaning you up 😌

[joelsgreys]

Moved On (Andy Barber x Wife!Reader)

A/N: Thanks for this request! I attempted an Andy Barber fic once but tbh I wasn’t happy with it and deleted so thank you for sending this one in so I could have another shot. <3 This fic takes place three years after the series. A few things deviate from the book/television series, but I you like this, anon.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Wife Reader

Warnings: Language, angst, Laurie Barber.

Length: 2.4k words

Andy crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the granite kitchen island as he watches you in pure adoration while you go about setting the table for dinner. He knows that he should probably be helping you out, but he simply can’t help himself as he stands there and stares at you in complete and utter awe—he never would have believed that this was the life he would be living. Sometimes he can’t believe this is the life he’s living, even after all this time. It often feels like a dream, a blissful dream he's afraid that one day he’ll wake up from.

If someone would have told Andy three and half years ago that one day he would be remarried to the love of his life, expecting his second child, and that his teenaged son would be healed, healthy, and happy, he would have scoffed right in their damn face. After everything that had happened—the murder trial, the near fatal car crash, and Laurie being put behind bars for nearly killing herself and their son, Andy could have sworn that his life was over. Laurie had been put in the psychiatric unit of a women’s correctional facility to serve her four and a half year prison sentence and shortly after that, Jacob had come out of his medically induced coma with an incredibly long and painful road to recovery ahead of him. Physically, mentally, and emotionally, Jacob had been wounded so deeply by everything that had happened and Andy feared he wouldn’t be able to be the strength his son needed to go on. He’d been left all on his own to pick up the shattered, jagged pieces of the world he once knew, with no idea of how to even start putting them back together again.

But then you happened.

Andy never saw this coming—never saw you coming.

When he first met you, from the first hello you two exchanged, Andy couldn’t have possibly imagined that you would end up being exactly what he and his son needed.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” You tease, smiling over your shoulder at him.

“Sorry, honey.” Andy chuckles and shakes his head, uncrossing his arms as he pushes himself away from the kitchen island. “What can I help you out with?”

“Can you pull out the salad from the fridge and bring it over to the table?”

He quickly nods and does as you request, bringing over the bowl of salad that you’d chopped up earlier to the table. He sets it in the middle of the table before taking his seat at the head of the table. “Where’s Jake? Let’s get him down here, I’m starving.”

“Jacob!” You call out loudly. “Dinner’s ready! Let’s go, shut off that video game!”

Andy frowns. “Video game? Isn’t he supposed to be studying?”

“It’s Friday, so I let the kid live a little.” You wink at your husband as you take a seat beside him and drape a clean white cloth napkin across your lap. “And besides, he’s been doing really well in his classes. His counselor e-mailed me the other day. Jake’s grades have never been better.”

“He has a good influence.” Andy reaches over and places his hand over yours.

At that moment, your seventeen year old stepson comes down the stairs and takes a seat across from you. He has a white envelop clutched in one of his hands.

“What do you have there, bud?” Andy questions suspiciously as soon as he sees it. He raises an eyebrow at his son. “You’re not in any trouble, are you?”

Jacob doesn’t reply, and instead, he simply shoots you a nervous glance.

“Go on,” You encourage him, grinning excitedly. “Tell him, Jake.”

Andy glances between the two of you, confused. “Tell me what? What’s going on?”

“It’s an acceptance letter,” Jacob informs him, handing it over. “My first one. It came in the mail earlier today.” He shoots his father a sheepish look. “I was going to wait for all three of us to be together to open it, but I couldn’t wait and neither could she,” he explains, tossing you a quick smile. “We figured we’d just tell you over dinner.”

Andy opens it and he beams with pride as his blue eyes glaze over the document in his hand. “Northeastern University?”

Jake nods. “I’m going to e-mail the school and commit first thing on Monday for the upcoming semester.”

Andy’s smile fades ever so slightly. “Commit? Already? Are you sure this is where you want to go? You’re still waiting on other letters, Jacob. Isn’t it a little too soon to make the commitment?” he asks, setting the letter down. “You still have a couple of months left in the school year. Don’t you want to wait?”

“Not really. This school is the closest to home, dad. I don’t want to move somewhere too far for college, especially since I want to be close enough come and see my little sister after she’s born.” Jacob turns from his father and his eyes meet yours. “I want to be a part of her life as much as possible. I can’t do that if I ship myself off too far for school.”

You place a hand on your growing baby bump. “He’s got a point, Andy.”

“Well, if that’s your decision, than you have our full support.” Andy puts a hand on Jacob’s shoulder and gives it a squeeze. “I’m so proud of you, Jake. We both are. We know you’ve got a bright future ahead of you.”

“Thanks, dad.”

After dinner, Jacob excuses himself from the table to watch television—normally he’s the one to help you clear the table and clean up, but Andy decides to give him a pass for the night and volunteers to help you himself. You’re in the kitchen tossing scraps into the silver, stainless steel trash can when Andy walks in, takes the plate from your hand and sets it down on the counter. He then grabs you and takes you into his arms, pressing his lips to yours in a long, slow kiss that sends chills up and down the length of your spine. As his hands start to wander, you break away from him ever so slightly, resting your hand gently on his chest.

“Mm, someone’s feeling extra affectionate today,” You murmur against his lips.

“I’m just really happy, is all. Ridiculously, deliriously happy.”

“Oh?”

“Mhm.” Andy moves his mouth to your neck and starts to trail his way down to your chest.

You laugh, lightly pushing him away. “Let’s finish cleaning up first, lover boy,” You tell him, eliciting an impatient groan from him. “I cleared off the dishes for you, can you just load them into the washer for me?”

“Fine.” He playfully rolls his eyes. “But wait until I get my hands on you later tonight. I had dinner, now I want my dessert,” he smirks at you. “My sweet tooth is aching for you.”

“Jesus, Andy! Jake is in the room next door! Save it for the bedroom,” You remind him, blushing as your attention turn back to the trash can. You grab at the bag, tying together securely before pulling it out of the component. “I’ll be right back, I’m just going to go take this outside.”

Andy shakes his head and reaches out. “Sweetheart, let me do that for you—”

“Andy, I’m pregnant, not wounded. I’m perfectly capable of taking out the trash,” You tell him, shooting him a look. “I’ll be right back.” You make your way through the house and out the front door, stepping out into the chilly, evening air. You walk down the long driveway towards the black garbage can, lift the lid open and quickly toss the bag inside, letting the lid slam shut. As you turn and begin to walk back up to the house, you stop when you get the sudden feeling that you’re being watched by somebody. Furrowing your eyebrows, you slowly turn on your heel and let out a gasp when you see her standing there right beside Andy’s Audi.

Laurie Barber.

You and Andy have been hearing faint whispers around town about Laurie’s possible early release due to her improvement and good behavior. After the car crash, Laurie and her defense lawyers had taken a plea deal from the prosecution in order to avoid having to go to trial. While her sentence may have been light considering the serious nature of what she had done, the mandated court order to stay away from Andy and Jacob had been much harsher. She was not allowed to come into contact with either of them after her release or it would violate the terms of her probation. And yet, here she is, standing right in front of you, outside of your family’s home.

You stand there, frozen solid on the spot, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

Laurie stares at you, her eyes falling to your swollen midsection.

Instinctively, your hand goes to your stomach.

Her eyes flicker to the diamond ring on your finger. “You must be his new wife,” she says, rigidly. “I heard he remarried. But I didn’t know he was having another baby.”

You open your mouth to speak, but nothing comes out and you clamp it shut.

Unsure of what else to do, you give a small nod of your head.

“I’d heard the rumors that he’d completely moved on,” Laurie says. Despite the stiff, and cold tone of her voice, you can see that her eyes are brimming with tears. “Part of me refused to believe that he could forget about the life we had together, just like that. That he could move on so quickly.”

“Laurie, you shouldn’t be here,” You finally manage to say. “You need to leave.”

“How’s Jacob?”

“Laurie, please, you need to leave right now before Andy sees you—”

She ignores you, firmly repeating, “How is Jacob?”

You let out a small sigh, feeling conflicted.

One on hand, you can’t stand the woman for what she had done. But then, on the other, you can see the remorse in her eyes and you know that she’s desperate to hear about her son. “He’s doing great, Laurie,” You tell her. “Jake is thriving. He’s doing well in school, he’s been accepted into a good university. And most importantly, he’s healthy and he’s happy.”

“I need to see him.”

“You can’t. The judge ordered you to stay away from him.”

Laurie steps forward and grabs your arms. “Please! I need to see Jacob—”

“Get your fucking hands off my wife!” Andy’s growl comes from behind you, startling both you and Laurie. He snatches you out of her grasp and pushes you behind him, his broad shoulders squaring protectively. He speaks again, his tone venomous as he faces his ex-wife for the first time in over three years. “What the fuck are you doing here, Laurie?”

She lifts her chin, a tear sliding down her cheek. “I’m here because I want to see my son.”

“After you tried to fucking kill him?” He nearly shouts. “Are you fucking insane?”

“I made a mistake, Andy! I wasn’t in the right frame of mind! After everything, after the trial, everything was just falling apart and I couldn’t take it!” Laurie shouts back at him. “It was a fucking terrible mistake!”

“A mistake that nearly cost our son his life!”

You step beside your husband and place a hand on his chest. “Andy, please! You need to calm down before Jacob overhears and comes outside.” You look up at him, your eyes meeting his. You can see the anger, the pain, all of his emotions swimming in them and your opposite hand slips into his, lacing your fingers together. You give his hand a small squeeze. “Please, just calm down.”

Andy nods in agreement and takes a deep breath before turning back to Laurie. “I don’t know where you got the nerve to show up at my door,” he says. He’s certainly calmer than before, but there’s still an angry edge to his tone. “How you can even show your face around here after what you did is beyond me.”

“I’m sorry,” Laurie whispered. “For everything. Andy, from the bottom of my heart, I’m so fucking sorry. You have to believe me, I wasn’t in a good place. Mentally, or emotionally.” At this point, the tears were now streaming down her face. “I love my son, and I live with the guilt and the shame of what I did every damn second of every damn day. I never meant for any of it to happen, Andy. You have to believe me. I love Jacob.”

Her apology doesn’t faze Andy, but it fazes you.

Perhaps it’s the pregnancy hormones that have you on the sensitive side. But you just can’t help but to feel some sympathy for Laurie Barber.

“Please. I just want to see my son. I want to tell him I’m sorry. At least let me do that,” she pleads. “Let me apologize to him, face to face.”

Andy is about to protest when you place a hand on his arm to stop him.

“Let us talk to Jacob, first. And if he decides he is up to seeing you, then we can contact our attorney. They can speak to the judge and perhaps we can arrange something if he allows it.” You glance between Andy and Laurie. “It’s a decision that Jake should make. And everyone will respect his choice as well as the choice of the judge. Can we all agree on that?”

“Okay. I can agree to that.” Laurie nods. “Andy? Do you agree?”

His lips press into a tight, thin line. “You’re lucky my wife is here to be the voice of reason. Because if it were up to me, you’d never fucking see him again. Not a fucking chance. Now leave my property before I call your probation officer.” He grabs your hand and starts pulling you towards the house. “Come on. Let’s go back inside.”

“Wait!” Laurie reaches for your opposite hand, holding you back.

Andy’s nostrils flare. “Don’t fucking touch her!”

She ignores him, her desperate eyes meeting yours. “If Jake decides that he wants nothing to do with me, can you just do me a favor?”

You nod slowly.

“Look after him for me, please. From a mother to a mother. Please, just look after my boy for me.”

“That’s what I’ve been doing all along, Laurie,” You tell her in a low voice. Before you can stop yourself, it slips out, “I’ve been the mother he’s needed for the last three years.”

Laurie releases you, feeling stung by your words.

“Let’s go,” Andy says firmly, pulling you towards the house.

[jadedvibes]

Innocent

Summary: Andy gets upset when he discovers that Neal asked you out for drinks.

Pairing: Andy Barber x reader

Warnings: 18+ only, jealous!andy, swearing, things get a little rough.

Word Count: 900

A/N: Inspired by this gif @maladaptivexxdaydreaming sent me! 💜✨

Like, comment, and/or reblog to put a giant smile on my face ♡

“Why did Loguidice smugly walk out of here with a smile on his face?” Andy asked as he walked towards you. 

“Hmm?” you furrowed your brows, looking up at him with a pen between your lips, feigning innocence. “I don’t know,” you slowly pulled it out. “He just offered to take me out for drinks to give me a couple pointers to strengthen my memorandums.”

His jaw ticked as he inhaled a heavy breath. “Your writing is perfect, what did you say?” he interrogated.

You tried to suppress your smile at his compliment and obvious agitation. You’d done well in your legal writing class and thought you were pretty great too, but your true reason for letting Neal Loguidice think he was taking you out on a date was to get under Andy’s skin. 

Your clerkship with Andy was ending soon, and after this, you weren't certain where you’d end up for work. Although, as you watched the jealousy run across his features you knew there was one place you’d very much like to be – bent over your desk as he pounded into you mercilessly.

Of course it was unethical to want him that way, but the long hours coupled with the close proximity made you long for him. Those broad shoulders, that perfect ass, and that self-assured attitude – like he knew he could bend anyone to his will. They didn’t make men like Andy Barber anymore, and that’s why you had to have him.

Looking up at him doe-eyed, “He said I could be more clear and concise in a couple places, so I said yes.”

“You’re not going,” he declared harshly. 

Your eyebrows raised at his sharp tone. “I… he’s my boss Andy. I want to be the best lawyer that I can be someday, and if he’s willing to –”

“He’s not your boss, I am. And I said you’re not going. Be sure to let him know that.” 

Standing up from your desk, you walked around to get closer to Andy so that you could meet his eyeline. “But I want to go, I wanna see what he can teach me,” you smiled coyly. 

“I’ll teach you, I’m a better writer than him. He’s just trying to get into your p–” he cleared his throat. Neal Loguidice was a slimeball, and he didn’t think his sweet little law clerk needed to know all the details. 

You stood as close as professionally suitable, and then took one more step so that you could gaze deeply into his icy blue eyes. “Trying to get into what, Andy?”

He stared down at you for a moment and then blinked, trying to process what was happening. Sure, he flirted with you, you were too gorgeous and always so eager to please, he couldn’t help it. Even so your beauty carried an air of innocence too, one that he respected – but a deeper part of him desperately wanted to sully that. A twisted part of him wanted to know what you tasted like. Morality and honor out the door, he wanted you.

He was planning on telling you after Lynn offered you a post-bar full time position at the district attorney’s office at the end of the week. However, now with the way you were looking at him, talking about that bastard Neal taking you out, Andy knew he had to act. 

“Neal is trying to get into your pants, or better yet, your skirt,” he declared, his eyes slowly trailing down your body, studying you. 

You bit your lip, watching as he took you in with hungry eyes. He’d often hide his desire; every time you bent a little too low in front of him, or when you’d take off your blazer and reveal a top that showed more than he expected. You’d see the way his eyes would flutter shut, simultaneously suppressing a groan in his throat as his breathing went shallow. 

“Maybe someone should,” you closed the little distance left, bringing yourself toe to toe with Andy. Knowing your time with him was limited made you bolder than you thought possible.

His eyes came to yours, and a trace of a wicked smile crossed his lips. “That what you want, honey?” he lightly trailed the back of his hand down your arm, leaving goosebumps as he went. “Want me to fuck you… right here in this office?” 

You nodded, unable to push a word through your lips.

He charged you, grabbing your face in his large hands as he kissed you. His tongue slid through your lips as he backed you toward your desk, pinning you there with his hips. 

You threaded your fingers into his rough beard as you kissed him back with everything you had – electricity buzzing through every cell in your body as you felt him harden against your covered core. His grip on your face was near painful, but damn did you love the way he felt, his tongue passionately dancing against yours. 

His lips, his touch, his power, felt like a perfect preview for what was to come next. 

“I’m going to fucking ruin you,” Andy growled against your lips. 

Eager and aching, “Please,” you whimpered, your heart beating so loud you swore he could hear it.  

Andy gave you a devilish grin, his eyes flickering in satisfaction at the sight of you wrecked and ready for him. “Go lock the door.” 

[nicoline1998enilocin]

Fluffcember Day 10 | All these years

Pairing | Best friend!Andy Barber x Best friend!Fem!Reader

Word count | 1.1K

Summary | You never expected that one warm summer night and one too many beers would be able to turn your life upside down, but when it happened, you're glad it did. After harboring a crush on your best friend for years, you're relieved to find out how he feels, and you could smack yourself for not seeing it sooner.

Rating | Teen (T)

Warning(s) | None.

A/n | It has been a while since I wrote for our favorite Daddy district attorney, and this was a fun fic to get back into the swing of it! Thank you to @ccbsrmsf1 for proofreading this fic, it was a hoot to see your reactions! 🎄

Events Masterlist | 10. ''Shut up and kiss me again!'' | @buckys-wintersoldier

Banners: @vase-of-lilies | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF credit: The owner

Main Masterlist | Andy Barber Masterlist | Read on AO3

You've just gotten out of the shower when you see you've received a text from your best friend, Andy. You see his nickname on the screen, and a big smile wiggles onto your face.

My Prince 👑 // Are you available for dinner tonight, Princess?

You quickly texted him that you were indeed available for dinner, and it was nice to spend the evening with him instead of alone in your hot apartment.

You have the airconditioner running at full speed, but to no avail; the summer sun's heat keeps your apartment near 30°C the entire time.

It didn't take long for you to find a lovely sundress, a pair of brown sandals, and your sunglasses, so before you know it, you're out the door and on your way to Andy's house, where it will be much more comfortable.

It's a good thing you live close to his house because it is nearly 40°C outside, and it feels like you will melt during the short walk in your car. You like summer, but this heatwave is too much for you.

As soon as you arrive at Andy's, you sprint out of the car and into the house, sighing deeply as you close the door behind you, letting the cool air that flows through his house brush past your sweat-slicked skin.

''Hi Princess, I'm happy to see you didn't melt on your way over here!'' Andy says as he walks over to you in a light summer outfit.

You don't see him walking in shorts often, but when you do, you always make a mental note to enjoy it when you can because it is a sight for sore eyes.

''Lookin' beautiful today, did you dress up for me?'' he asks as he pulls you in for a hug, and you get a whiff of his cologne as you close your eyes, holding him a little longer than necessary.

These lingering hugs are as close as you'll get to having him in your arms, so you enjoy every second of them, though they always end way too soon.

''I did! I couldn't come over here looking like I just ran a marathon now, could I?'' you joke, and he laughs wholeheartedly, which sets your soul on fire.

The rest of the afternoon flies by in the blink of an eye, and you watch as Andy prepares dinner for the both of you while you're seated on one of the barstools as per his demand.

''You stay there, and I'll take care of dinner. Wouldn't want a repeat of last time, do we?'' he says with a big smile, referencing that you were so distracted by a random cat in his yard you accidentally burned something in the oven.

''Yeah, yeah...'' you said with a smile before taking your place on the stool, and you looked at him as he moved through the kitchen with elegant movements.

You stare as his broad shoulders taper into a small waist, seamlessly transforming into his thick thighs and long legs. His fluffy hair and full beard frame his face nicely, and his blue eyes look at you expectantly.

''W-what?'' you ask, and that's when you realize you must have zoned out for a bit as you admired him.

''I asked if you wanted a beer as well. The sauce is just now simmering, and when that's done, it's time for dinner,'' Andy repeats himself, and a deep red color spreads over your burning cheeks.

You know he caught you staring, and it only embarrasses you more. The fact that you're ogling him is one thing, but him catching you in the act is something entirely different.

''Yes, please,'' you finally respond, and he grabs two beers from the fridge before he takes his place on the stool next to you on the bar; he asks you about work and his latest case.

''Alright, food's ready!'' he says when the oven timer goes off, and he puts some food on your plate, making your mouth water at the sight.

''Enjoy, Princess,'' he says as he puts the plate in front of you, and you dig in right away after your thanks have been given.

''This was delicious, Andy, thank you so much!'' you say as you wipe your mouth with a napkin, and he clears the island you've been sitting at before grabbing two more beers and leading the way to the garden.

The temperature has dropped to a comfortable 25°C, and in the shadow, it is very comfortable as you take your place in one of his lounge chairs.

The conversation flows naturally, and it isn't until it's dark that Andy notices you start shivering because it is getting chilly outside.

''Wait, lemme grab us a blanket,'' he says as he rushes inside, and he comes out with the most enormous, fluffiest blanket he owns before grabbing hold of your hand and pulling you onto the oversized lounge couch.

''C'mere, let's cuddle so we can keep each other warm,'' he tells you, and you happily do while a warmth spreads over your cheeks again. It's not like you've never cuddled with Andy before, but tonight it feels different.

''Princess?'' Andy asks after he sips his beer, and you have both lost count of how many it has been. Neither of you is completely drunk, but you enjoy a light buzz.

''Hmm?'' you hum as you look up at him, his bright blue eyes meeting yours, a soft look on his face.

''Do you know that I love you? Like, really, REALLY love you?'' he asks, and his eyes flit from your eyes to your lips and back before he leans in and captures your lips with his.

The kiss is passionate, heated, and perfect, like something you both craved but have never given in to until now. His tongue has effortlessly found its way into your mouth, leaving you a little breathless.

When he pulls away, a huge smile is etched on your face, and he can't help but smile. After all this time, he finally told you about how he feels, and now there's no turning back.

''All these years-''

''Shut up and kiss me again!'' you say before pulling him into another kiss, and that night, you two made love until the sun came up the next day.

What started as a friendship of nearly two decades has slowly turned into the sweetest, most loving relationship you have ever known, and there's no chance either of you would have wanted it any other way.

[boxofbonesfic]

Title: Return to Sender [2 of 7] Sequel to Unwrapped

Pairing: Dark!Andy Barber x Reader

Summary: Andy Barber promised he would never let you go, and come hell or high water, he’s going to keep that promise.

Warnings: Dubcon/Noncon, Kidnapping, Minor Violence, Gaslighting, Basement Wife Trope, Manipulation

A/N: whew!! this chapter brings with it some plot, a little insight into our reader’s time with Andy, and… a surprise guest! well, not so much a guest as another layer to the plot who will be fairly important, but still. i also want to do a little something different with this fic. i don’t normally write happy endings, but… i wanted to give you all the chance to have a little input. at the end of this chapter, there will be a link that you can use to vote anonymously and tell me what you’d like to see! want me to go full dark? want to see something a little more upbeat? let me know!

This is a work of FICTION, and it is Dark, so I assume once you’ve clicked through the link that you are comfortable with that. I do not give consent for my work to be copied, translated, or posted elsewhere, even if I am credited. This work is entirely mine, and unbeta’d, so read at your own risk!

The hotel room is small, two narrow beds shoved into the cramped space, and a matchbox bathroom for the two of you to share. Well, three if you count Dove. She slept fitfully the night before, wailing long into the night until finally she exhausted herself, slumping against you only a few minutes ago. And even now, after Dove’s cries have finally ceased, you find yourself sleepless, staring at the pitted ceiling. 

 This isn’t her normal bedtime routine, sleeping in a strange place with woman she’d never met, hearing the sounds of strangers lives leaking through the walls. You don’t blame her for not going down easy, not in these circumstances. Alone with your thoughts, anxiety gnaws the tail end of each one, biting off their edges and leaving them jagged, fragmented. 

 What if she misses Andy?

 The thought brings burning tears to your eyes, and you swallow against the thickness in your throat. You suppose that’s the most fucked up part—

 She probably does. 

 You can’t block out the tide of images that comes sweeping into your conscious thoughts. Andy cradling Dove against his bare chest, humming to her until she fell asleep—Andy answering Dove’s late night cries, telling you to go back to sleep with a soft kiss on the tip of your nose—Andy making airplane noises as he fed her mashed pears—Andy in a thousand different ways. You can practically hear his voice in the dark.

 And you’re depriving her of all of it, honey. How is that fair? No wonder you’re having trouble sleeping at night. You should come home. Come home to me and Jacob—

 You cover your ears against the thoughts in your own head, forcing it back onto the pillow as you will yourself to sleep. You’re trying hard not to think of Jacob, of whether he misses you or not, because God that would make everything so much worse than it already is. Irene, snoring softly on the other bed, is blissfully unaware of your turmoil as you toss and turn. You give up with a sigh, sitting up and making your way to the “living room” area of the motel room, which consisted of a dubiously stained armchair and an old television. 

 Briefly you wrestle with the bent antennae before you sit gingerly on the oversoft cushion. The picture is a little warped, but the t.v. works when you turn it on, and you flip aimlessly through the channels with the volume low. The local news offers little that is interesting, most of it re-runs from earlier in the day. You watch mindlessly, taking comfort in the banality of it all. There’s a story on about kittens, some local family finding a whole heap of motherless kittens, and as you’re watching it, the screen suddenly shifts, a live broadcast interrupting the replays. 

 “Good morning, Albany, this is Evan Rodriguez—”

 “And I’m Tiffany Johnson, and we’re here with an important update.” Both of the anchors look harried, like they’d been rushed through hair and makeup. Tiffany smiles too wide at the camera, showing all of her perfectly straight veneers. “Police are beginning to mobilize as the manhunt for 6 month old Dove Barber and her mother continues, now spilling across state lines.” 

 “No!” You didn’t even realize you’d spoken until the anguished sound of your own voice reached your ears. “No, no, no—”

 “That’s right, Tiff, authorities are searching for the young mother, now believed to have been abducted from the family home.” The camera abruptly shifts, now showing footage of a bedroom destroyed, clothes littering the hardwood floor. You recognize the room instantly—how could you not? 

 It’s where you’d slept for for almost fifteen months, excluding the time you’d spent down in the room at the foot of the stairs. 

 “I know that doing my job and doing it to the best of my ability hasn’t made me many friends.” Andy’s voice leaks out of the television to wrap around you like thick smoke. You stare, fish-eyed at the television as the father of your child addresses the press outside of the Newton police station. Bile burns in your throat as your stomach churns. 

“But to attack my family—“ His voice cracks with emotion, and you hate yourself for wondering if it’s real or not. “My daughter…�� He scrubs a hand down his face. “I don’t think there’s a husband or father alive who wouldn’t do anything to get his girls back.” The watery, pained smile that Andy fixes the camera with is so convincing it makes your chest ache with cold dread. 

 “Honeybee, if you’re watching this, if you can hear me,” Andy looks straight into the camera, and you swear he can really see you—“I’m going to bring you home.” To anyone else, his words would be hopeful, heartwarming. But you know it’s a threat. “I promise.” 

 A man in uniform ushers Andy away from the cameras, before fixing them with a stern look himself. 

 “We have reason to believe that the perpetrator is moving north, eyewitnesses state they saw her getting into a gray or silver hatchback with an older woman, blonde, muscular build. We are exploring all possible options at this time, but we do urge the public to act. If you see anyone matching these descriptions, do not hesitate to call into the tipline. No information is bad information.”

 The anchors are still staring at the camera with blank, dead-eyed smiles when the footage ends. 

 “Heartbreaking, isn’t it, Evan?”

 “Incredibly, Tiff. Remember, if you see something, say something!” The tipline number flashes again at the bottom of screen, the neon numbers searing themselves into your retinas. 

 “And now the weather, Annie?”

 “Well that’s not good.” Irene’s tired voice makes you yelp, turning around in your seat. You hadn’t noticed her rising from her cocoon of blankets on the other side of the room to stand behind you, rubbing bloodshot eyes. “That your husband? The one with the hair?” She asks, motioning above her head to indicate Andy’s soft, wavy locks. You nod stiffly. Irene crosses her arms, leaning against the peeling wallpaper. 

 “He knows what he’s doing,” she sighs, scrubbing a hand down her face. “You’ll never get across the border now, not with your face on every milk carton from here to Vermont.” 

 A tremor passes through you at her words. “N-no, no, that’s not—I have to go,” you stammer. There’s no going back now. You know what’s waiting for you at home—the thin veneer of Andy’s kindness would shatter the moment he got you alone, and you don’t know if forgiveness is in his vocabulary. “I, I have to, we have to!”

 Irene holds out her hands placatingly. “Easy, easy. I know,” she speaks slowly, soothingly, like she’s talking to a nervous animal. “But you can’t cross now. Not here.”

 You want to argue, even though you know she’s right. Every minute you waste is time Andy has to amass his resources, to control the narrative. He has friends in high places—the highest of places. 

 “What do we do?” You ask finally, defeat coloring your voice. 

 “We wait. I’m going to make some calls. Order room service if you need anything, but don’t go out, okay?” 

 It’s still dark outside the windows, the edges of the sky just beginning to turn pink and orange with the rising of the sun. Irene walks briskly out of the door, her blonde hair hidden under a baseball cap. 

 “Stay here.” She instructs you again before closing the door behind her, the lock clicking securely into place. You do as you’re told, settling back onto the bed with Dove. You can’t sleep, though, new anxieties turning themselves over and over in your thoughts without end. You busy yourself cleaning out Dove’s bottles in the bathroom sink, rinsing and drying them out before you re-pack her meager things into the baby bag. 

 She wakes when the sun pools dim orange on the bedspread through the patchy curtains, reaching meaty fists up into the air as she cries. 

 “Oh, oh, shh, it’s alright,” you coo, bouncing her in your arms as you cradle her to your chest. You’d wondered if it was even possible for you to love her while you’d been pregnant, Andy’s face looming over you even in your nightmares. But when she’d come, she’d just been so unbelievably perfect, how could you not?

 It’s not that you don’t see the pieces of Andy in her already—you see them every time you look at her. It doesn’t hurt the way you thought it would, though. Instead, all you feel is love. The deepest you’d known, bubbling up through the cracks in your soul to fill you up to bursting. 

 You loved her enough to leave. 

 Dove latches easily, and you wince just a little. She eats greedily, milk leaking from the corners of her little mouth. You can’t help but chuckle a little. 

 “Slow down, you. You’re going to give yourself—” She unlatches, a milky burp erupting from her lips. “Hiccups.” You couldn’t bring all of the fancy, expensive baby toys Andy had bought for Dove, and it had pained you to have to leave them. You’d managed to smuggle out a few of her favorite stuffed animals, though, along with her mobile. You arrange the softest blanket you have on the bed, and place her down on her back after burping her, and place the mobile above her. 

 Dove laughs and gurgles with delight, reaching her hands up to bat at the gently swaying pieces. You watch her for a while, humming to her softly as you watch the gears begin turning in her brain. You can’t turn off your own, though, and eventually, as they always seem to do, your thoughts circle back around to the one person you’d been trying to avoid thinking about. 

 Andy Barber. 

 You know he’s not going to give up—maybe not ever. The dark, determined look in his eye had told you everything you’d needed to know. The man calling himself your husband won’t stop, not until you’re under heel and fully immersed in the fantasy—

 Until it’s real.

 You’re getting up before you realize it, making sure to close Dove off with pillows so she doesn’t roll off of the bed in the few minutes you’re gone. You play nervously with the quarter in your hand as you walk down to the payphone on the first floor. It’s right at the bottom of the steps, and while you’re dubious about its functionality, you hear a dial tone when you pick it up and press the receiver to your ear. You punch in the numbers with a trembling finger, your blood roaring in your ears. 

 “Hello?” Your breath hitches in your throat at the sound of your mother’s voice. “Hello?” She says again, an exasperated note in her voice. “Hello? If you’re not going to say anything why even bother calling?” You hear her fumbling to hang up, and a pained whimper worms its way out of your throat. 

 “Mom?” 

 “Oh God is this—? Larry, Larry it’s her!” Your mother’s shout rings in your ears. “Baby, baby where are you? Are you alright? What happened? Where are you? Can you tell us where you are? Go get—” There’s a cacophony of voices in the background, and you can hear your father’s panicked voice. There’s rumbling static as the phone changes hands, and you fully expect to hear your father’s voice next, but you don’t. 

 “Oh, honey.”  Ice pools in the pit of your stomach as the pet name practically oozes out of the receiver. “We’ve all been so worried.” There’s a hard edge to his voice that you don’t miss, and you swallow loudly. You hate the way you can feel his eyes on you, even from hundreds of miles away. 

 “I—I—” You know you need to hang up the phone, to go back upstairs to Dove and wait for Irene and her next instructions, but your mind goes blank at the sound of his voice. The bravery that had seen you out the door feels fleeting now as you’re reminded of all the ways Andy can punish you—without even having to lift a finger in anger to do it.

 “I left,” you murmur quietly, flinching as he hums. “I-I’m not coming back!” You say it forcefully. 

 “Oh honey. We’re going to get you back. There’s no question of it.” His voice is smooth and dark like bourbon. 

 “A-Andy—”

 “Tell me where you are.” His words land forcefully against your eardrums, and you flinch again as he repeats it, louder. “Tell me.” He’s barely maintaining the illusion of calm now, you know it—you can hear it in his voice. “Honey, tell me where you are, or things could get very, very bad—”

 “D-don’t threaten me!” You hiss. “W-we’re leaving. We’re going far away, and you will never see us again.” It feels good to say it, even though you know each acid word that leaves your tongue is probably costing you. “Never. You won’t control her, or me, any more.”

 “You say that like you mean it, honey.” You hate that even though he’s angry—so angry—he’s still managing to dig at you, to pull at the loose thread of insecurity he’d installed himself. “Dove needs me. You need me, honey, tell me where you fucking are, or so help me—”

 You hang up, your chest heaving. 

 You flee back up the stairs, tears leaking from your bleary eyes as you fumble with your hotel key. Dove is right were you left her on the bed and she looks up at you curiously as you pace beside it, running panicked hands through your hair and chewing at your already well-bitten nails. That’s how Irene finds you when she returns, your eyes red-rimmed and puffy from tears, still pacing nervously. 

 “What happened?”

 “I-I-I—I know you said I shouldn’t call my parents—” Her face morphs into a bitter scowl as you speak, and you feel like curling in on yourself. 

 “Fuck. He was there, wasn’t he?”

 “Y-yes.”

 Irene presses the palms of her hands into her closed eyes as she blows out a breath. 

 “Okay. Okay. You shouldn’t have done that, but I think you know that already,” she sighs, digging her duffel bag out from under the bed. “But it’s a pay phone, so even if they trace it, all it’ll tell them is that the call came from here.” 

 “O-okay. Should we leave?” You ask, and Irene nods. 

 “I just got done talking to a friend of mine. We need to get out of the tri-state area, better chance of finding a small crossing where no one’s really paying much attention.” As she speaks, Irene begins shoving the few articles of clothing she’d managed to unpack back into the bag. “We’ll lay low for a few days, then try, okay?” 

 “O-okay.” For the second time in two days, you pack up, put Dove into the infant carrier, and follow Irene out the door. 

 —

 “Is she okay? Andy?”

 He’s still glaring at the phone in his hand, fighting the urge not to crush it. You’re so goddamn stubborn, he thinks, gritting his teeth as he schools his expression down from rage to concern. 

 “I-I don’t know,” he mumbles, running a hand through his hair as he hands your mother back the phone. “She didn’t sound like herself, Kathy, she was scared.” It’s not an untrue statement, you are scared. 

 Scared of him.

 Andy is angry, yes, but he would never hurt you. Not if he didn’t absolutely need to. He knows your time in the basement hurt you, though. Changed you. And now you’re behaving in ways that Andy can’t explain or predict, and he hates it. He knows you can be good for him, sweet and perfect—he just needs the right conditions. And he can create the right conditions—

 You just need to trust him, need to come home.

 “The caller I.D. says Albany!” Your mother exclaims, shoving the phone back into his face. She’s worried, and he doesn’t fault her for it, even if it’s for all the wrong reasons. “Do you think that’s where she is? Do you think that’s where they’re holding her?” She wrings her hands, distraught. Andy nods. He had had a hunch you might call home, considering it was one of the things he had been able to hold over you in order to ensure your continued good behavior. He suspected that the temptation to speak to them freely would be too good to pass up—and he was right. 

 Andy places a comforting hand on your mother’s shoulder. “I’m going to take your phone to the police, Kathy. They’ll be able to do more than we can right now.” The commissioner only does as much as Andy allows him to, and this is information he doesn’t want leaking to the press. He bids your distraught parents a fond farewell, and begins the hour long drive back to Newton. He’s already dialing Loki by the time he hits the interstate, the Audi cutting smoothly into traffic. 

 “She’s in Albany. Some trash motel off the interstate.” Andy’s nose wrinkles with distaste. He’s still angry, but this time with himself. He’d trusted you too easily, believed you when you had sobbed into his arms that you’d never leave, never, you promised, if only he would let you out of the basement. He can see now, in hindsight, how you’d worked within his confines to free yourself. 

 It will not happen again. 

 “Oh goody. I do love the other side of the tracks,” Loki’s sarcastic drawl further draws Andy’s ire. 

 “The blonde helping her—I have a name. Irene DeSantos, used to run a women’s shelter in Baltimore.”

 “Hard not to admire her tenacity, going from business owner to a… what would you call a good human trafficker? An angel?” 

 “She took my wife.” Andy snarls into the phone, his face contorting with rage. Loki doesn’t know you, not like Andy knows you. He doesn’t know how much you need Andy, how you’d been adrift, rudderless without him. “Honeybee is… confused. Postpartum. She doesn’t know what she needs—”

 “And you do?” 

 “Yes!” He snaps. “You have all the information you need. Don’t forget you have sand running out of the hourglass too. What an odd time for you to suddenly decide to develop a conscience,” he sneers. “Especially considering all of the people you’ve buried.” Silence meets his ear, and Andy knows he’s won. “Bring me back my wife. I won’t ask a second time.”

 He hangs up without waiting for a response, the steering wheel creaking in his white-knuckled grip. Just be patient, he tells himself, willing the muscles in his hands to release. She’ll be home soon. 

 Where she belongs.

 —

 Irene’s “friend” owns a bar on the other side of town, and as she leads you down the grimy, sticky steps to the basement entrance, you hurriedly pull up the hood on your sweatshirt, and yank down the sun-shield on Dove’s carrier. You don’t want anyone seeing you, putting two and two together. A bar really isn’t the place for a baby, and you’re still debating just waiting in the car as Irene swings open the heavy metal door. 

 It’s mid afternoon, so it’s practically empty, only the hardiest of drinkers taking up residence in the far corners. No one even looks up as you enter, squinting in the low light as your eyes adjust from the brightness outside. 

 “Come on,” Irene looks over her shoulder at you, gesturing for you to follow. Carefully, you set Dove’s carrier on the bar top, peeking inside to make sure she’s still sleeping. There’s no one behind the bar, and Irene leans over it, making a frustrated face. “Where is he?” She taps loudly on the wood with the palm of her hand. 

 “Levinson! Get out here!” 

 The swinging doors behind the bar slam open, and a broad-shouldered man lumbers out. He’s carrying three boxes, all stacked precariously on top of one another, and he grunts as he sets them onto the counter. 

 “Stop yelling in my bar, Irene.” He grumbles from behind them. His voice is deep, but low and soft at the same time—like he doesn’t need to yell. “And why is there a baby here?” The man that steps out from behind the towering pile is just as huge, and folds his arms across his broad chest and looks down at you with a raised eyebrow. 

 “That’s her daughter,” Irene replies, jerking a thumb in your direction. “I told you there would be two, Ari.” You’re trying hard not to stare at him, but you can’t help it. He looks like Andy—it’s not exact, Ari is taller, broader; with a wider set jaw and darker eyes, but the resemblance is still uncanny. It makes your throat tight with the desire to flee, to run right back to the car and force Irene to take you across the border right now.

 “You didn’t say one was an infant.” He looks at you, then, cool grey-blue eyes coming to rest on your face as you look away. “Not that that’s a problem.” He doesn’t talk like Andy, doesn’t sound like Andy, and the hand he offers you is hairy and calloused. “Nice to meet you.” 

 You try to take his hand, you really do, but your arm won’t move. Instead, you find yourself folding inward, grabbing Dove as you look down at the floor. You’re not good with strangers—

 Not anymore. 

 “She’s shy.” Irene says, batting his hand away from you. Ari nods, and doesn’t force it, dropping his hand back down to his side. 

 “Nice to meet you, shy-girl.” He looks at Irene. “Let me stock the shelves, and I’ll close up, take you two upstairs.” 

 You watch him out of the corner of your eye like a rabbit zeroing in on a prowling fox. It’s irrational, you know it is, but you can’t help but be aware, be afraid.

 Andy made you afraid. 

 Ari works quickly and diligently, flipping the bottles up to hold them by their necks with an experienced hand, sliding them into place in the honeycomb shelf behind him. Dove is still sleeping soundly, and she doesn’t stir when you peek under the screen. Ari flips the sign to closed, and goes to rouse the few barflies still lingering, and your chest clenches as they shuffle past you and out the door. 

 “All closed up.” He replies, dusting his hands off. “Let’s go.” He leads you up a narrow set of stairs that he himself seems to barely fit in. The top of the stairs opens up into a hallway, and you realize that this is his apartment. You remove Dove from the carrier, cradling the sleeping baby as you look around. 

 “I’m going to pee,” Irene announces, squeezing past Ari and into the apartment proper. “I’m assuming the old room situation stands?” 

 Ari sighs in a way you know instantly means he’s irritated, but not going to say anything about it. 

 “Yep. Sure.” Irene disappears around a corner, and Ari turns back to you. His eyes fall to Dove, and you fight the instinct to turn, to shield her from his gaze. “I can give you the tour, if you feel up to it. Not much to see, really.” He laughs a little, and you manage a small, watery smile. 

 “Y-yes.” You swallow. “Thank you.” 

 “Well. You know. Bar’s downstairs. Living room is off through here,” he takes off, and you hurry to keep up with his long legged stride. “Kitchen. Wash up after yourself, yeah? And bathroom, which our mutual friend is currently occupying. My room is here,” he gestures to the room directly across from the kitchen. “And here’s you.”

 The room he opens the door to is threadbare, but clean. The full-sized mattress has only two pillows, and what looks to be a thick, quilted blanket folded at the bottom. 

 “I’m sorry. I don’t have a lot of, um, baby stuff. But I can get you anything you need.” He sounds earnest, and when you’re brave enough to force your eyes to meet his there isn’t any dishonesty in his gaze that you can tell. 

 “T-thank you.” Your voice sounds small, even to your own ears. 

 “You’re welcome, Mouse.” He winks at you, and you look away instantly. “Let me know if you, um. Need anything.” He exits the room and closes the door behind him. You feel yourself unknot instantly, your shoulders sagging with relief. 

 “Maybe it’s safe, here,” you murmur to Dove, and she mumbles back at you in her sleep. “For a little while.” 

 —

 Across town at the Seaside Inn, Loki pokes through the office. The manager is indisposed—perhaps indefinitely, depending on whether or not he answers his questions. It’s funny—there are three Seaside Inns in Albany, despite there being no sea at all. Loki ponders that as he tilts up the manager’s head with the barrel of his gun. 

 “And they left here at what time?” He asks, cocking his head at the old man. “Come now, I really don’t have time for games.” The old man’s eye is already black from when he’d not-so-politely informed Loki that he didn’t give out private information on his clients, that that wasn’t any way to run a business. 

 He wonders if he’s reconsidered in the last five minutes. 

 “Round two this afternoon. Driving a beat up old Subaru. Real old model.” 

 Loki doesn’t much fancy acting as Andy Barber’s errand boy, but he hadn’t been lying when he’d said that he could put him away for good. And if there’s one thing Loki Odinson doesn’t do, it’s jail. He’s seen pictures of you in Andy’s office, pictures of you before, he assumes. Ones where there’s still a defiant gleam in your eye, before Andy had tried to break you—and almost succeeded, he assumes. 

 “Lovely. Thank you for your cooperation. My apologies for the roughness.” Loki straightens his tie, smoothing his fingers over the silk. “Cooperation does have its merits. Do trust you’ll be duly compensated for you assistance.” He looks over his shoulder and nods to the men behind him. “You may untie him now.” 

 The room where you’d stayed hasn’t been cleaned yet, and Loki takes his time going through it, lifting the blankets, and checking under the bed for items you might have forgotten. You’re good—there’s nothing, not even a baby sock had found its way out of your possession. He sighs frustratedly, and heads for the door. Something crinkles under his shoe, and Loki looks down with disgust.

 Of course this motel was littered with trash—Wait. He reaches down to pick up the slip of paper from the ratty rug, and squints at the smeared ink on the receipt. 

 One of his men pokes his head into the room, a worried expression on his face. 

 “We good, boss? Folks are starting to, um. Congregate.” 

 Loki looks up from the receipt, and slips it into his pocket with a smile. 

 “Yes, Gendry. We’re good.” 

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