#Andy Barber x WOC reader

[americasass81]

Okay so just who am I supposed to feel sorry for here exactly? Andy? His guys? Our Reader? All of them? Hmm, reading through it and analyzing it though, I'm not really sure there's anyone to feel truly sorry for. After all, I don't really think Andy's going to punish his guys and I'm sure the couch is comfortable and dinner delicious (once he's reheated it). And as for our reader, well I don't think anyone will be feeling sorry for her (or Andy for that matter) after the week he takes off to make it up to her. No, now that I think about it, they'll all do just grand in the morning light.

Okay what if Andy was still a ADA right big time lawyer but behind the scenes he’s a mobster so feral knows the law so he’s get away with everything and only person that can tell him no is you

Oh, can you imagine saying no? I can 😈

Late

Mob Boss Andy Barber x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY. Mentions of canon level violence (not to the Reader), a little bit of angst.

It’s late when Andy finally comes home, checking himself in the mirror to make sure he still looks presentable. After breaking a few jaws, he still looks every bit the ADA that the public knows and respects. To everyone else, he’s feared, his mobster persona kept quiet. Everyone shows him respect and for that, he always gets what he wants. Power and the law in both hands.

But tonight, he’s aware of how immaculate the dining room looks, the smell of dinner that is now packaged and put away and he knows he’s messed up. You don’t ask for much, Andy knows this. He’d give you the world and all you would ask for is his love.

And to show up for one dinner on time.

The love of his life, standing at the top of the stairs with your hands on your hips, giving him the deadliest stare.

“One dinner a week, Andrew Stephen Barber,” you say quietly. “I don’t ask for much.”

You’re right. He can’t argue it. The most feared man in Boston answers to no one.

Except you.

“Sweetheart,” Andy begins, heading up the stairs as he realizes you’re wearing that robe. The one that is sheer enough to show the black lace lingerie he bought you and it immediately gets him hard. “I’ll make it up to you.”

You allow him to kiss you once he reaches you, his hands settling on your waist, pulling you against him.

“Meeting ran late,” he admits. A meeting he wouldn’t have had to finish if one of his men hadn’t messed up. Getting rid of both bodies had taken up extra time.

“It was on your calendar,” you remind him, his gaze sweeping from the top of your head to your toes. How he got so lucky, he isn’t sure. But the murderous glance you give him is enough for him to know he has to atone.

“Your dinner is in the fridge,” you continue, kissing him on the cheek. It’s dismissive. Something Andy shouldn’t allow for anyone but you are always the exception. “I’m going to bed.”

He nods, your beautiful body disappearing from his hands while he watches the sway of your hips before you reach the bedroom door. You turn to look over your shoulder, your eyes lowering with a hint of a smirk.

“Blankets are downstairs. Have a good night.”

At the close of the door, Andy seethes for a moment. He’ll have every single one of his men answer for making him late tomorrow.

For missing dinner and disappointing you.

When he heads down the stairs, he makes a mental note to clear his schedule for the next week. Just you and him, making up for lost time.

He’ll never miss another dinner again.

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Indecent Exposure Pt. I: Bye Bye, Daddy

Summary: You get more than you bargained for when your father decides to leave you in the care of his four best friends, your fake Uncles, while he's on away on tour for the summer. Read Part Two!

Warnings: Mature Themes, Bucky Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Unwanted Touching, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Discussions of Voyeurism, Brief Mentions of Mouth Soaping, Brief Reference to Spanking and Discipline, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.

"But Daaaad.” You whine, drawing out the word as you follow your father into the kitchen. Shoulders slumped, you can’t seem to stop yourself from pouting. 

While you’d initially made peace with the prospect of being left alone for the practically the entire summer before you planned to start your freshman year at NYU, you positively balked at the idea being left in the care of a fucking babysitter. 

Four of them, actually.

“No buts, pumpkin.” Your father drops his carry-on bag next to the door, on top of his other luggage. “It’s not good for you to be stuck in this big old house all by your lonesome. You even said as much just the other week.”

“Yeah, well…” You trail off, pissed at the fact that you’d essentially brought this on yourself. “That was back when you weren’t even sure if you were going.”

At first, your old man had been rather skeptical at going on tour with his former bandmates. They’d had a couple hits back in the day, but nothing major. Even still, they’d somehow managed to amass a bit of a cult following. 

And so when he was offered the opportunity to open for a much larger classic rock band, he just couldn’t pass it up. And you hadn’t had the heart to make him either. Dreams like this seldom came true for anybody, let alone a mild-mannered pharmacist who was pushing fifty. 

“Why can’t you at least take me with you?”

He turns to you then, heaving a sigh before pulling you into his arms. "Life on the road is no place for my little girl. Which is why I’ve asked your Uncles to check-in on you.” He presses a gentle kiss on your mop of curly hair, giving you one last squeeze before releasing you.

“And this is where I’d like to point out that I’m 18 years old, which makes me a full-fledged adult.“ Wrapping your arms around your middle, you try to play it off like you don’t care about him leaving so soon after your birthday. 

But you do. While your birthday had only been last week, you two hadn't even had the chance to embark on your annual fishing trip yet.

“I know that. Of course I know that.” He’s quick to reassure you. “And as a newly minted adult I’m sure you’ll be on your own some nights – the ones when Bucky can’t stay and none of your other uncles are available.”

“Ugh! Can you please stop calling them that?”

Little did he know that you were mere seconds away from covering your ears and letting out a frustrated scream. 

“Well, that’s what they are. They may not be blood, but it still counts.” Your father just shakes his head. Apparently he hadn’t expected you to put up this much of a fight before his departure. “And while it might be true that it’s been a while since you’ve seen your uncles, each one has assured me that they would be more than delighted to keep an eye out for their favorite niece.”

“Dad, I don’t even know them like that! At least not anymore...”

You’re rewarded with yet another weary sigh. “Then it looks like you’ll have the whole summer to get reacquainted with them then, won’t you?” His hands go to grip your shoulders, all but forcing you to look him in the eyes. “Besides, Buck’ll be around. I’m sure he’ll help ease you into everything.”

It’s impossible to stop the derisive snort that escapes the back of your throat. 

“Sweetheart, my ride is going to be here any minute now…” He tells you, making it clear that neither one of you has time for the tantrum you seem so keen on throwing. “You’ve gotta know that I only want what’s best for–”

The two of you are interrupted by the sound of a vehicle pulling into your driveway. And while you don’t recognize it, you’re almost certain that it’s too sleek and expensive to belong to any Lyft driver. 

“Speak of the devil!” Your father suddenly exclaims before throwing open the door and rushing down the steps. Which is fine, except for the part when he decided to drag you along with him. “Bucky fuckin’ Barnes – just in the knick of time too!”

Well, there went Plan A. So much for locking up the house after your Dad was gone and refusing to answer the fucking door for anyone except the pizza delivery guy. 

However, in spite of your annoyance and frustration, you can’t help the tiny jolt of electricity that hums along your skin as you watch the dark haired man peel himself out of the driver’s seat so that he can properly greet you both.  

“Get a look at you, old man!” Bucky chuckles as he enthusiastically brings your Dad in for a hug, lightly thumping his back as he does. “Can’t believe somebody actually fucked up and told you you got to be a rockstar!”

Your uncle’s smile only broadens when he finally lays eyes on you. But it’s the way he’s looking at you that catches your attention – it’s not quite a leer – but his blatant perusal is enough to make you feel the slightest bit uncomfortable. 

“I know!” Comes your Dad’s eager response. “That’s why I’m trying to get out of here before whoever signed off on this sobers up and realizes his mistake.” Both men are grinning from ear to ear when they finally take a step back. 

And that’s when all eyes turn to you. 

“And who’s this gorgeous young lady?” Bucky inquires, his pearly white teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he makes a quiet show of looking you over once again, this time allowing his gaze to linger just a fraction too long on your cutoff denim shorts. 

“Oh, come on now.” Good ol’ Dad reaches over to grab your wrist, pulling you even closer. Which is the absolute last thing you want. “Don’t tell me you don’t recognize your niece.” 

“Is that my sweet, little Clover?” Bucky pretends to rub exaggeratedly rub his eyes while evoking your childhood nickname. “I guess it is. Except now she’s all grown up.” Your Dad drops your wrist in time for the other man to grab your hand so that he can give you a little twirl. "Just turned 18, in fact."

“I heard. So pretty.” He hums, although the words are spoken just low enough so that only you can hear them. “You’ve got yourself a knockout for a daughter, Dale.” You resist the urge to squirm when you feel the roughened pad of his thumb lightly stroke along the ridges of your knuckles. “I wouldn’t be surprised if you kept a shotgun by the door.” 

While you suspect that his words are meant in jest, the only person that laughs is the man who raised you. 

“I actually keep it in the front closet. Which reminds me…” You father turns to you then, pinning you with a knowing look. “Now pumpkin, I know you're not super excited about the current arrangement and all that, but I’d appreciate it if you’d, uh, refrain from having any boys over at the house while I’m gone.” 

You swiftly open your mouth to protest, only to be surprised when Bucky beats you to the punch. 

“Roger that.” He grins down at you, the dimple in his left cheek on full display. “Your Daddy said no boys allowed, little Clover. Do we have your promise you’re gonna respect his wishes?”

Tugging your hand out his grasp, you turn your attention to your Dad, offering up a sugary sweet smile. “But what about Peter? You actually like him, remember? Besides, he’s pretty much my best friend.”

“Well…”

Because you couldn’t fathom the idea of a summer without him. And you just know he’s going to relent and make an exception. That is, until Bucky decides to go and open up his mouth. 

“You heard your Daddy, sweetheart.” He gently admonishes you, a hint of mockery in his tone. “Besides, I don’t think any of your uncles want to have to deal with strange boys wandering around the house.”

“Good man.” Your father agrees, clapping the other man on his shoulder. “And speaking of Andy, Ari, and Steve, this one here is a little nervous about seeing them again. I don’t know why. I mean it’s been a while since everyone’s gotten together…”

“Aww, bug.” He coos, wrapping a brawny arm around your much smaller waist. “Are you worried we don’t love you anymore?” You find yourself gritting your teeth to keep from elbowing him in the kidney. 

Why the hell did he have to make that sound so…suggestive? And how come your father didn't seem to notice? 

“No.” You grunt, hating the man for having the nerve to smell so damned good – like spiced vanilla and cedar. 

“Because we most certainly do. You know, Andy was just looking at your senior picture the other day.” His large, warm hand settles just above the curve of your hip. “He actually sent it to the group chat and none of us could believe just how much our little Clover had blossomed. Right under our noses.”

“A–awesome.” You mumble, wishing he would stop touching you so much. It did funny things to your belly, which you did not appreciate.

“I’m sure he’ll tell you all about it when he gets here.” 

Shock has your mouth falling open, briefly leaving you almost too stunned to make a sound. And to make matters worse, your father’s Lyft picks that very moment to pull up behind Bucky’s sports car. 

“What?” You eventually croak. Not that you receive much of a response, what with both men choosing to abandon you in favor of grabbing luggage and loading it into the driver’s trunk. 

“Alright, pumpkin.” Your Dad calls out once they’ve got everything secured. “I’ll call you from the road. I left instructions on the fridge and with Bucky. You need anything you call me, okay?” 

Seconds later you find yourself pulled into a bear hug. And, because you don’t know when you’ll see him again, you choose not to argue or struggle. You can only hug him back as if your life depends on it. 

“Be good.” He mumbles in your hair. “Listen to your uncles. It may not seem like it, but they know what's best. And you have my word that they care about you just as much as I do.” 

“Okay.” Is all you can muster as you fight back tears. “I–I love you.”

“You know it.” He holds you even tighter. “To the moon and back, plus the galaxy and beyond.” Smiling when he releases you, you watch him climb into the waiting car before giving him one last wave. 

And then he’s gone. You watch unmoving as the car backs out of the driveway and takes off down the road in the direction of the airport. It takes a moment for you to remember that you’re alone now.

Left to your own devices for the entire fucking summer. 

“Save those pretty tears, Clover.” You jump when you feel a hand press against the small of your back. “You’ve got us – me, Andy, Ari, and Steve – and won’t let anything bad happen to you.” Bucky whispers, his mouth hovering just above your ear.

“I don’t need a fucking babysitter.” You growl, stomping towards the front door.

“Fair warning, sweetheart.” He calls after you, his voice tinged with laughter as he goes to follow you inside. “Your Uncle Steve doesn’t like that kind of language. And I’m afraid Uncle Andy isn’t the type to put up with that attitude either.”

“Then tell them they should keep their asses home!” You snap as you reach the stairs, taking them two at a time all the while silently praying that he doesn’t follow.

“All I’m saying is that I’d hate to see Stevie have to wash out that pretty little mouth out with soap.” He calls from the bottom of the stairs, no longer bothering to hide his laughter. 

The fucking pervy bastard was enjoying this!

You slam your door with a flourish, briefly reveling in the sound it makes as it shakes the entire frame. If Bucky, or any of your so-called uncles thought you were still that same, sweet little girl you used to then they were in for one hell of a rude awakening.

Fuck! You’re so busy fuming over your current situation that you have no idea what’s taking place quite literally beneath your feet. For tonight, you decide that ignorance is bliss. If you got hungry later you’d just have to find something on DoorDash.

You throw yourself on your bed with a huff, punching your pillow over and again until you feel some of the rage leave your body. This summer was going to fucking blow unless you found a way to stay busy away from the house. 

Meanwhile, Bucky has taken a seat at the bottom of the stairs. Pulling out his phone he opens the group chat he has with his buddies and proceeds to start typing. Call it intuition, but he had a feeling that he and his friends getting reacquainted with their precious little Clover was going to make for one hell of summer.

Oh yes, this was going to make for one hell of a summer indeed.

END

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Date Scene (Apart of the Frat AU)

An: Hello all, it has been awhile since I have posted on here and I honestly miss everyone. So, I was originally going to post this years ago but life got in the way but I hope you like this nonetheless.

Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader

WC: I have no idea...

You swirl around in front of your full length mirror. This was your 5th outfit you tried on for the pass hour, and it still didn’t feel like a match because this night had to be perfect. Andy asking you out made your heart raced faster than skydiving out of a 100 ft plane. He had you hooked.

Buttercup, are you still not ready?” Andy muffled behind the wooden door. “I’m sure whatever you’re wearing, I’ll love.”

There’s that word again. Love. Lately that word has been in his vocabulary often and it made you wanna buy a white dress while your friends gave you something blue. Andy made the semester bearable with the constant text from your mother, school work, and track, nothing felt stable. In comes your anchor, Andy, keeping you grounded while life seemed to drag you through hell and back.

“shh, I’m almost done.”

You giggle when you hear him rest his head on the door. “Be patient, Andy bear.” He incoherently mumble something about reservations but you were already rummaging through your clothes again. You thought a particular black body con piece would be right for the occasion. Sadly, your body didn’t agree because you kept tugging at your fupa because apparently there was a consequence for being in a relationship. Happy weight. And you’ve gained 20lbs of it.

The clicking of your doorknob brought you back to reality as you stood across your impatient boyfriend. You almost salivated at his attire and fresh hair cut. He made everything so sexy without even trying. “Come back to me baby. We are already pushing it with our reservations and I don’t want us to miss it because you decided to have project runway in here.” Before you could protest or change out of the bodycon, Andy lifts you over his shoulder like a Neanderthal. “Baby, please. At least let me change into my previous outfit. I hate this one because it makes my stomach looks weird.” You whine. “You look fine, y/n. Actually you look extremely sexy in that dress.” He softly pat your ass while you swung your feet in the air.

“Andy, put me down right now!” You giggled when his beard began tickling your thigh.

Finally outside, you feel the autumn air graze under your dress. He promptly place you down on the pavement. “ Andy, I forgot my coat!” You crossed your arms as the breeze whipped against you. “I probably wouldn’t if somebody didn’t manhandle me.” Andy only chuckled and tossed his blazer around your shoulders. “Now you shh and get in the car.” He ushers you towards his BMW.

jump cut

“My mom is going to kill me for this dress.” You tighten his blazer around your chest. “I told you to let me change” Andy smirks while you ranted. “Again, you look beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with your dress.” His skilled hand found it’s way between your legs, the gesture made you shiver as his finger pressed against your panty covered pussy.

“Andy,” you breathed out. “ Stop, not while my mom is around” you place your manicured hands on top of his. “But I’m all yours later, Andy.” Your lips brushed against his ear while your knee found it’s way pass his toned thighs.

You broke apart before you mother made her grand entrance that consisted of a minimum of five security guards and her assistant riding her ass. She wore a custom- made calf length, emerald green dress and silver jewelry that complemented her well. “Good evening mama,” you greeted with a small peck on her cheek. “You look lovely as always.” You compliment.

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♤ Anal Sex

♤ Bondage

♤ Dom/Sub dynamics

♤ Foot Fetish

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•|Til Death & More|•

✨Pairing✨: Andy Barberxblack!reader

Summary🪄: “Til Death” just isn’t enough for some

⚠️: 18+, NO MINORS! implied/mention of adult times, supernatural occurrences, ghosts, what appears to be self harm (it’s not exactly and there’s nothing detailed, but you’ll see), near drowning, angst, mention of psych ward, mention of death (if I missed any warnings please let me know!)

*Disclaimer: although the collage was made by me, I DO NOT own nor claim ownership of the pictures used as they were all found on Pinterest*

|Day 1|

Placing the last brown box on the wooden kitchen floor with a small, tired sigh, Andy smiles to himself looking up at you peacefully gazing out the sliding glass towards the still lake just a few meters away. So calming and serene, it appeared as if it were covered in diamonds how it glistened from the suns rays. He quietly strides towards you until his sweatshirt covered arms wrapping around your hips makes you giggle along with his beard tickling the column of your neck.

“Guess what?,” he whispers by the shell of your ear as if you weren’t the only ones there in the two story home.

“Hm?”

“We are officially moved in sweetheart.” His soft lips leave a peck just under your jaw gently swaying you to whatever song currently playing in Andy’s head.

“Now all that’s left is to unpack our hundred or so boxes, figure out where everything needs to go, clean, set up Eli’s room-,”

“One thing at a time okay?,” he chuckles turning you around to face him as his hands soothingly rub along your back. He could practically see the worried thoughts trying to overtake the excited ones you had just yesterday. This was your first time being quite a distance away from your family and friends in the city, which made you understandably nervous.

You just hoped you’d be able to truly stand on your own being a new mother without the added help you were used to being there.

“Look at me,” Andy softly instructs tilting your chin up with his knuckle. “We’re gonna be fine. I promise.”

“Andy you can’t really-,”

“I just did. And I mean it,” he smiles leaning in to bring your lips together and further prove how true he was of his word. Not that you needed any convincing, Andy never gave you a reason to doubt him and you knew he’d do anything humanly possible to make sure you and your son were okay. It’s what brought you to the countryside in the first place; away from the judgmental eyes, harsh words, and threats at your front door when someone felt bold enough.

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you peck his lips twice more whispering, “I love you” against his smile, which he happily returns along with a chaste kiss of his own.

“You know what? I think it’s time for a break.”

“True, we should probably go get food.” You try to step towards your phone but instead, are held in place by Andy’s hands gripping your hips and gently pushing you backwards until your back pressed against the cold glass.

“I was actually thinking of something else we could do,” he counters. His voice sensually dropping an octave lifting you so your legs naturally wrapped around his hips. His large hands beginning to slowly knead from the back of your thighs to your lower cheeks making you sigh in pleasure.

“And that is?”

“Well since it’s just us in this big, ole’ place and are free from parent duties,” he begins, taking turns nipping and kissing along the side of your neck, “why not break in a few of these rooms?”

You playfully hum in thought strategically stretching your neck giving your husband the access you both craved to that special spot on your pulse that’d instantly make you melt. A brief giggle slipping from your lips before they’re replaced by soft moans.

Pressing his tented crotch against your center, your hips slowly roll on their own as your hand rubs along his scalp to pull at the strands bringing his head upward so your eager tongue could freely roam along his. A deep groan vibrating his chest and pupils dilated until only a thin line of blue remained.

“Where to first?”

|Day 3|

“And over there,” Andy smiles pointing to a shady spot in the backyard as he gently bounces his baby boy, “we could have a little soccer net or tee ball stand. Whatever toys you want bubba.” The three month old just chews on his fist in response, getting the remaining banana taste from between his tiny fingers.

“Even make ourselves a little clubhouse where mom isn’t invited.”

“Um ‘scuse me?,” you smirk over your shoulder rinsing the suds from the last baby bottle.

Andy chuckles striding towards you to sweetly kiss your cheek, “I’m kidding.”

Stretching in his arms, both of you can tell Eli’s sleepy from his long yawn and slow blinks before his fingers are back in his mouth with a soft sigh.

“I’ll put him down-,”

“I got it sweetheart. You relax,” Andy states kissing you once more and lifting Eli so you could kiss his chubby cheeks before heading upstairs. You’re left with silence and running water as you continue washing the dishes, and pan, from breakfast. Occasionally humming one of the many baby lullabies now stuck in your head and making you inwardly laugh at yourself.

“Yep, you’re definitely a mom now Y/N,” you speak to yourself with a light shake of your head. Just as you’re finished with the last fork, a cool breeze prickling the back of your neck causes you to lightly shudder before playfully rolling your dark eyes.

“I’d advise you not to try and scare me when I could be potentially holding a knife Andrew.” Drying your hands as you turn around, your grin falls finding your husband nowhere in sight.

You could’ve sworn he was right behind you. You felt the air on your neck. A presence hovering your back just as he tended to do before hugging you close.

Your bare feet carry you towards the sliding glass door wondering if maybe it was somehow left cracked, but you find nothing. It’s properly sealed and locked just as you saw it yesterday. Looking up from the lock to the recently cleaned glass, a ghastly face gaunt and sunken in at the cheeks staring at you with onyx eyes that eliminated the white normally there, and shoulder length, dark hair makes you fall backwards into the solid body of your husband returning just in time to catch you before you hit the hardwood floor.

“Hey it’s okay, you’re okay,” he coos and shushes soothingly rubbing his large hand up and down your back trying to calm your shaking. “What happened?”

“I-I saw someone.”

“In the yard? They still there?”

“I don’t know.” Andy’s quick to grab the metal bat propped by the glass before unlocking the door and carefully stepping outside. Luckily, with it being daylight, he doesn’t have to venture too far in the yard able to clearly see through the gathering of trees along the sides of your new home.

“Wait here, I’m gonna look out front,” he announces walking through the silent home from the back door to the front. You anxiously sat on the couch nervously bouncing your knee as you waited for his return. The terrifying face still haunting the back of your mind even when you tried telling yourself it was nothing.

“It’s probably just me being a little sleep deprived,” you thought twisting your wedding ring back and forth on your finger. Since moving in, Eli seemed to have even more trouble sleeping through the night. Waking up twice now and refusing to go back down in his crib each time. You’d either have to walk around the house bouncing him in your arms or Andy would bring him in your shared bedroom until he was in a deep enough sleep that he wouldn’t notice when he was back in his.

The door shutting and distinctive beep of the security system engaging brings you out of your thoughts and back to Andy returning the bat to its proper place before sitting next to you to pull you into his lap. “Whoever it was, they’re gone by now. Might’ve thought the place was still empty.”

“Maybe.”

“You okay?,” he asks. Concerned cerulean eyes peering into yours while one hand caresses your cheek and the other grazes your thigh. “You remember what they looked like?”

“I-It was a woman. At least I think it was, but I’m fine Andy..really. My brain might just be acting funny because of the stress from moving and being tired.”

“You sure?” Nodding your head, you softly smile turning to kiss his palm. Your head falling to nuzzle against his neck as he holds you close.

“Tomorrow I’m gonna get some cameras for outside. Motion lights too okay?”

“Mhm,” you reply, eventually feeling relaxed enough that you could no longer fight your own sleep trying to overtake your body.

|Night 6|

“You sure you guys are gonna be okay tomorrow? I can always push back my start date.”

“We’ll be fine,” you smile immediately sliding over to his side of the bed when he’s under the covers. Your leg draped over his hip as his fingertips dance along your freshly shaven and moisturized thigh. “You’re gonna give yourself a heart attack if you keep worrying so much.”

His deep chuckle has your head lightly bouncing against his pec dusted with hair. “Can’t help it. I’m always gonna worry sweetheart.”

Especially now after finding two dead doves on the front step the past couple mornings; positioned in such a way it had to be an obvious threat. Andy checked the cameras, but could never find anyone around though.

He assumed it had to be the same lady you saw in the backyard the other day. Where she came from or how she found you both, he couldn’t quite figure out yet.

Playing with the charm of his necklace, his lips on the top of your head makes you softly sigh snuggling impossibly closer to the love of your life. The comfortable silence slowly beginning to make both of you drift to sleep after a long day.

“Call if you need me, and I mean anytime Y/N. I’ll come straight home.”

“We’re gonna be okay,” you whisper sweetly kissing just above his heart. “You just focus on your first day.”

“I’ll try,” he yawns before lifting your hand to kiss your palm. “I love you.”

“Love you more.”

•

Like clockwork, Eli’s cries interrupt your peaceful sleep looking over to the monitor on your nightstand to see him on his tummy with head lifted and mouth opened as he wailed. Andy was somehow still asleep - and softly snoring - as you quietly slid out of his grasp into the cold air circulating in your home.

“Shh it’s okay Eli,” you coo as you enter his bedroom lit up with colorful stars that oscillated from his nightlight to the walls. “What’s wrong?”

Nearing his crib, you’re heart sinks and you feel all the air leave your body finding it empty - like your son was never there to begin with.

“A-Andy! Andy wake up!” Your screams go unnoticed rushing back towards the hall until you’re knocked backwards by some force. The walls shake and picture frames lining them rattle from how hard the door slams in front of you.

“Andy! Please!,” you shout yanking the handle that wouldn’t budge. All the while Eli’s cries continuing, and sounding as if he was just outside.

With one final yank you nearly fall again, stumbling back from the door swinging open to show your baby lying in the hall hiccuping with tears rolling down his cheeks.

“It’s okay, I got you sweet boy,” you coo reaching out for your son until a shadowy figure knocks you back down making your head uncomfortably thud against the floor. There’s no getting up this time though feeling as if your wrists and ankles are bound to the carpet below. Panic immediately flushing over your skin as you still try to squirm and wiggle free with tears streaking your face and heartbeat racing in your chest.

The ominous figure slowly steps forward - slender with dull, lifeless skin in a sheer dress that reminded you of the curtains shielding your windows - pointing a bony finger towards you before it morphs into what you could only describe as a talon. With one swipe, you can feel the stinging and burning of scratches left on your skin causing you to cry out in pain.

It’s the last sound you’re able to muster as you watch the same dark talon aim for your neck. Growing closer and closer until it’s prick - just under your jaw - sharpens so, your eyes blur from tears and impending unconsciousness recognizing the stream of blood slowly trickling down your skin.

“Y/N…Y/N! Wake up sweetheart.” Andy’s gentle shakes eventually bring you back with a startled gasp as you reach for your jugular. Your cheeks wet with the tears from your sleep and chest slightly heaving from your sobs.

His palms rest on each cheek making you meet his soft eyes, and further trying to calm you, as he thumbs away the still falling streaks. “S’just a dream sweetheart, you’re okay. I’m here.”

“E-Eli,” you sniffle quickly turning towards the baby monitor to find him sound asleep in the same position you and Andy left him.

“He’s fine, and miraculously out still,” he lightly chuckles hoping he could get the same reaction out of you.

“It..it just felt so real.” Shifting you to sit across his lap, his hands glide along your back and lips occasionally leave kisses on your forehead reminding you you’re safe. “Eli was crying and-,”

“Oh no, you scratched yourself.” Turning your arm, he woefully sighs while his finger runs over the freshly made line - red and already beginning to rise with the smallest dots of dried blood stuck to your skin.

Maybe you did make it yourself, which made the pain you felt all the more real. However, something inside told you otherwise.

“You were saying? What happened with Eli?”

“..I couldn’t find him. You either.” You didn’t want to bring up seeing the demented figure again, already writing it off as your subconscious bringing that face you saw all those days ago back to light. Plus he didn’t need to worry about you. Not with him starting his new position tomorrow.

He was so excited with this chance of being able to be part of a private practice, and collaborating with others for the common goal of a successful case. And more importantly, back to helping clients get the justice they deserved. You didn’t want to get in the way of that.

“I’m sorry that happened sweetheart. We’re right here though and not going anywhere. I promise,” he smiles kissing each cheek before landing on your lips. “Was that all?”

Nodding, you help pull the covers over both your tired bodies snuggling your face even closer to his neck radiating his Forest Wind shower gel. On your worst days and nights, the woodsy scent always helped you relax thinking of Andy and being surrounded by his comforting warmth and soothing words punctuated by sweet pecks.

You hoped it’s power would help you get through yet another rough night, but you could only sit there listening to your husbands soft snores as you stared at the digital clock. Two am turned to four, then five until the soft chime of his alarm alerted both of you it was time to rise for the new day.

A new day that already made you uneasy with images of the mysterious woman flashing in your mind.

|Day 13|

“Hey, welcome,” Andy greets your aunt Virginia - Genie for short - with a hug before extending his arm for her to enter the warmly lit home.

“Of course I was gonna check on my niece and nephews,” she smiles letting him remove her jacket and take her purse to the nearby closet. “This place is gorgeous.”

“Thank you. Let me give you a tour-,”

“Before we do that,” she interrupts stopping his next step with a gentle hand on his bicep, “how are things Andy?” From the look in her eyes, he knew she wanted the honest truth.

Not even settled for five minutes, she could tell something was off. The tired droop of his eyes and disheveled styling of his usual tidy hair only solidified what her intuition was telling her as soon as he opened the door.

Andy scratches the back of his head lightly sighing as he leans against the wall. “I..I honestly don’t know. She hasn’t been sleeping well from waking up with Eli and these dreams-,”

“Dreams?”

“Well nightmares really. They’re so bad, she’s even scratching herself. First it was her arm then it’s moved to her neck, face, thighs even. Each time I have to wake her because she’s crying in her sleep.”

“Hm, I could tell something was off with her over the phone, but she’s been tight lipped. Only telling me not to worry,” Genie states crossing her arms in front of her.

“She tells me the same thing. I’ve tried getting her to go to someone, but she insists she’s okay. That it’ll eventually pass.” A beat of silence is shared between them as Andy shakes his head, stuffing his hands inside the pockets of his sweatpants.

“I moved us here to try and keep them safe, but now Y/N’s suffering, and I don’t know what to do.”

Pulling him close, her arms tenderly wrap around his shoulders giving him the reassuring hug he desperately needed. Any and everyone could see how much he loved you and little Eli, and not being able to immediately fix what was hurting you equally hurt him. It made that guilt he worked so hard to move past with Lori and Jacob’s death resurface; how he swore to himself he’d never let that happen again.

“Let me see her.”

•

Reaching the cracked door decorated with light grey, wooden letters spelling “Elias”, they both watch as you slowly rocked back and forth feeding your son. Mindlessly grazing your fingertips over his soft curls as he suckled from your breast. The sunlight peering in through the partially covered window hits you just right that Genie can see the dark circles under your eyes. The puffy bags that seemed to weigh you down just as much as whatever was bothering you.

“Sweetheart? Your aunt’s here,” Andy softly announces to not wake the baby while they enter the light blue room. It’s the first time since you’ve moved in that Andy sees that brightness return to your eyes making a small smile curl onto his lips.

“Hey babygirl. How ya feeling?,” she asks kissing your cheek before moving to Eli’s head and squatting beside you.

“I’m uh okay. J-Just a little tired.” Being so close she can see some of the scratches Andy was talking about. The freshest ones being the lone scar on your face bright red and raised. The rest on your neck and arms a bit darker and beginning to scab if they hadn’t been scrubbed away already.

She can’t help but to glide her thumb along the one on your neck before tilting your chin to look at her. “What’s this?”

“Just a little scratch. I had a nightmare and woke up with it so I must’ve done it in my sleep.” Lifting your free hand she observes your fingers taking note of how your nails are cut lower than you usually have them.

“But you’ve never done that before.” You just shrug carefully removing your nipple from Eli’s parted mouth so you can cover yourself and put him down.

“I-I guess it’s new.”

Genie and Andy share a glance as you gaze over your son.

“Hey, why don’t you come with me to town?,” she suggests with her warmest smile. “I meant to pick something up for Eli before I came, but I was busy.”

“You don’t have to get anything for him auntie, trust me he has more than enough,” you giggle.

“Well then he’s about to have some more. And while we’re out we can get something to eat, or just coffee,” she suggests.

“I just put him down though. I-I should stay with him.”

“It’s alright sweetheart, I got him. Go with your aunt, enjoy yourself,” Andy speaks moving to be by your side and rubbing along your back.

“But..your work?”

“It can wait.”

There’s an obvious hesitation as your eyes shift from Andy to Eli’s sleeping form afraid to leave your baby boy. Not that you didn’t trust Andy, it was the figure that only seemed to threaten you and your son that you didn’t trust. Deathly afraid that if Andy so much as turned his back for a second something would happen.

“He’ll be okay,” you aunt smiles.

Slowly nodding your head, your small smile doesn’t reach your eyes as you hug Andy close wrapping your arms around his waist. “Really watch him, okay?,” you whisper into his shirt.

Admittedly, he felt a little hurt that you thought you needed to remind him to watch out for his own son. But the nervousness and fear in your voice showed him it wasn’t that you doubted his ability, but something more that for whatever reason you were too scared to talk about.

“Of course. Don’t worry.”

“I love you.”

“Love you more.”

•

“Two lattes and two waters please,” your aunt smiles at the waiter handing the teen your menus before he walked away to serve the next table. “Alright, what’s going on?”

“N-Nothing. I told you already I’m just tired.”

“I heard you and can tell you are, but I know that’s not everything.” You knew that mostly quiet car ride as she briefly filled you in on various family members was leading to this moment. That didn’t make you any less nervous or more prepared for it though.

Sighing, your gaze falls to your lap picking at the edges of the dark blue napkin that lay across it. A lump quickly developing in your throat not wanting to experience the humiliation and embarrassment sure to come.

“..promise you won’t laugh,” you whisper.

“Of course.”

“There’s this ghost. A-A woman that keeps haunting me ever since we moved in. She’s the one that’s been leaving these scratches, it’s not me. A-And she’s always after me in these nightmares or trying to take Eli away and I know it sounds crazy-,”

“Y/N calm down, okay?”

“I can’t! I feel like I’m either gonna have to deal with this for the rest of my life or-or..” You can’t even finish your sentence with the tears streaming down your face that have now brought a few eyes and whispers to your table.

“Um y-your drinks,” the waiter clears his throat slowly placing the glasses and coffee cups in front of the both of you. “Anything else I can get you?”

“No we’re fine thanks,” your aunt smiles thankful he was quick to walk away.

“Maybe I am crazy. And all this is just stress or something.”

Scooting a bit closer to the table, aunt Genie leans forward as if what she was about to say was meant for only you. “You’re not crazy, and it’s not stress. I know because the same thing happened to us.”

“Really?”

For the first time in weeks you felt a glimmer of hope strike your heart mixed with the bit of confusion why you’ve never heard about this before.

She nods folding her hands together to rest on the tablecloth, “Your mom doesn’t like to talk about it, but when we were young girls, maybe seven or eight, we moved to this beautiful home. Nice neighborhood, people were friendly, it was like we hit the jackpot. All that mattered to me and your mom though was that we each get our own room.”

“Well fast forward a couple weeks and mama started having these strange dreams. She didn’t think anything of it at first, but then they started becoming more frequent and then the scratches occurred, just like yours. Daddy thought it was just something temporary that would pass, but it didn’t. She tried telling him about it, the lady haunting her dreams and causing those marks but he didn’t believe her. Eventually it got so bad it almost broke them up and daddy tried to take us away from her, which is why, I think, your mom doesn’t like to talk about it.”

And why you were afraid to tell Andy. Fearful of his reaction and what he’d think of you.

“What happened?”

“Daddy started getting the dreams too and that was pretty much the icing on the cake. Our great grandma on your dad’s side came to help, having what we called ‘the gift’ back then. Turns out there was this couple - young too - who were supposed to move in that house, but they unfortunately passed in a car accident. The woman’s spirit didn’t pass on like her husband’s though, instead staying around the house. Especially our rooms.”

“Why yours? She was haunting nana and papa?”

“Apparently they planned on having kids when they finally moved and got settled. Obviously that sadly didn’t happen, and Granny Mae figured that her spirit couldn’t find rest and came back to the house where she’d already had a few teddy bears and old dolls of hers. Thus attaching herself to us as if we were her own since they were in our rooms. Doing that she obviously didn’t too much like our actual parents getting in the way.” She pauses, softly shaking her head as she remembers and takes a sip of her drink. “I only told Granny Mae about this, but she’d get in my dreams too - well, I realized it was her after we saw the article about the accident that is. She’d always hum this lullaby and just brush my hair, they were never nightmares.”

“So how’d she get it to stop?”

“We had to do this ritual like burning and get rid of the toys. As soon as the last bear completely burned, everything was fine. No dreams, no scratches, only peace.”

You let her words, and the smallest ounce of relief, settle over you as you take the last sip of your lukewarm coffee. There was a clear solution that didn’t seem difficult, but now all that was left was for you to try to figure out who this was in the first place and what could be attaching them to your house.

The previous owners, Mr. and Mrs. Copeland, had the house built back in the 50s. When their respective health problems became too much for the other to handle, they realized it might be best to downsize and their kids were then nice enough to chip in for the renovations before putting it on the market - eventually landing into Andy’s lap. The elderly couple and their second eldest even met you and Andy at the cabin about a week before your move in date to personally give you the keys. Each of them so nice as you talked over dinner. Mrs. Copeland just couldn’t stop smiling and cooing at baby Eli as he flashed gummy smiles back from his car seat.

Clearly whoever was doing this had some personal vendetta.

“I just don’t know why this woman is after me? The Copeland’s are doing well and no one has ever passed there.”

“And it’s just you dealing with this?”

“Andy hasn’t said anything, and Eli hasn’t really been sleeping but I assumed that was because it was a new place you know? That he just needed to get used to everything,” you answer nervously tapping your thumb against the porcelain cup.

“Well whoever this is, I’m sure they’ll show themselves at some point. I know that’s not very helpful, but hopefully it comes sooner than later,” your aunt sympathetically smiles reaching over to give your forearm a reassuring squeeze. “There’s definitely things we can do in the mean time that’ll keep the spirit at bay. Maybe even get rid of her too if this is just some lost soul.”

You gently nod with a soft smile as you try to will yourself to relax. True it wasn’t what you wanted to hear, but at least it was better than nothing.

|Night 26|

Letting your head rest on the back of the white, pedestal tub, an easy breath passes through your nostrils as your body sinks just a few more inches deeper into the hot water. Mango scented bubbles perfectly covering the water and your chest as you let the steam melt away the earlier hours of the day. You’re so relaxed you don’t even hear Andy step into the bathroom with his tie already gone, sleeves rolled up his forearms, and a smile on his face while he leans against the doorframe.

“Don’t you look relaxed,” he states making you shyly giggle as you open your eyes. Though his tone was teasing, he was glad to finally see you rested and at ease after the past few weeks. You were finally sleeping not having to worry about any nightmares, and even Eli seemed to be better now sleeping through the night himself. Ever since your aunt burned sage throughout the house and it’s rooms - chanting a prayer of protection as she wafted the light stream of smoke coming from the reddened end - things definitely seemed calmer.

Andy noticed your glow begin to return as the scars faded only making him more joyful and relieved that you were healing with each passing day.

“Sorry I’m late.”

“S’okay. Just glad you’re home.” Your hand reaches to grip his chin as soon as he’s kneeling beside the tub to bring his lips to yours. The sweet welcome quickly turning more passionate and needy when his hand caresses the column of your throat - and squeezing ever so softly - in an attempt to keep you as close as possible. Your moment is cut short though when the familiar chime of his phone echoes off the walls making Andy begrudgingly part away with an exasperated groan.

“It’s Mrs. Thompson again, I already know.”

“Call her back tomorrow. You’re off the clock with your sweet wife who really missed you,” you seductively pout beginning to untuck his button down. From the way he lowly chuckles biting the corner of his lip, he’s tempted to follow your words and throw his phone out the room, but the loud chime has both of you groaning as he searches his pocket for the currently annoying device.

“Give me five minutes, and I promise it’s you and me,” he whispers before sweetly kissing your forehead and walking out the room. His steps echoing as he desperately tried to calm Mrs. Thompson’s qualms regarding her case.

With a sigh, you sit back returning to your original position while you wait for your husband to eventually join you. Your eyes closed while you let the gentle sway of the warm water against your skin nearly drift you to sleep until fingertips along the column of your neck are bringing you back.

“One more minute and I would’ve been gone,” you smile, but it doesn’t last opening your eyes to find your husband’s ex-wife above you.

His dead ex-wife. In the same long, white dress with sunken in and gaunt features as the figure that’s been plaguing your mind all this time.

“L-Laurie?…Wha-..How-?” You can’t get your words together for the fear taking over your body and her grip tightening around your throat as she forcefully pushes you down below the surface of bubbles. No matter how much you kicked and squirmed clawing and hitting at her arm, her grip never faltered. It only tightened, seemingly locking you in place on the tub’s floor until your fight was replaced by fatigue. Your arms falling to your sides as her shadow above you became more blurry with each passing second.

At the last moment, you swear you can hear a muffled shout but you’re too far gone feeling your body start to surrender to the silence.

Something keeps you on this side though once again hearing a muffled voice that soon grows so clear you can tell it’s Andy. Can feel his hands pressing into your chest over and over until soapy water shoots from your mouth and burns your nostrils as you uncontrollably cough and sputter.

“You’re okay, you’re here. I got you,” Andy repeats holding your shaken and sobbing body close as he grabs the nearest towel to dry you off and vigorously rub his hands along your back and arms for warmth.

His words honestly for his sake just as much as yours, being shaken himself finding his love underwater and not moving.

“W-What happened huh? I leave you for five minutes a-and..” Tears run down his cheeks afraid of what could’ve been if he’d taken a minute longer. “Sweetheart I promise I won’t be mad, j-just tell me why. If you need help-,”

“It’s Laurie!,” you hoarsely answer into his neck. “It’s been her the whole time.” Eyebrows furrowed, he gently moves both of you so you’re eyes meet as his palm rests against your cheek.

“Laurie? What are you talking about, you know she’s gone.”

“I-I know it sounds crazy but I’m telling the truth! Since we moved in, she’s what I’ve been seeing a-and the figure that’s kept showing in my dreams.”

Your husband only sighs, peering at you sympathetically, “Y/N look, I know you’re stressed about the move and being a great mom, but you don’t need to be sweetheart. And you definitely don’t need to compare yourself to her-,”

“I’m not Andy! She’s only after me because she wants you! I-I didn’t know it before, but now it all makes sense.” You could feel your heart break as he continued to look at you with that same sorrowful expression. He still didn’t believe you, and you weren’t sure if he ever would.

“Baby please. You know me, I wouldn’t try to do this to myself or make this up!” One hand grips tighter around the towel wrapped firmly around you while the other holds onto Andy’s shirt snuggling as close as possible.

“Andy please,” you whisper. A lone tear falling down your cheek serving as more of your silent plea.

Remaining silent, he simply helps you to your feet placing your dark gray robe on your shoulders beginning to shake again from your shivering and shock. It was the only thing he could think to do at the moment as he slowly guided you over the threshold to your bedroom.

“Let’s get you to bed.”

•

“Hey, where is she?”

“In bed,” Andy sighs standing across the kitchen island from your aunt sat in one of the barstools. “I got her dried off and in her pajamas before I gave her one of my old sleeping pills.”

Still traumatized from your once tranquil bath, you refused to close your eyes for the longest not wanting to see Laurie again and give her a second chance to finish what she started. You just sat in the bed curled into Andy’s side as your eyes stayed fixed towards the dark bathroom and he gently rocked you back and forth with lips pressed against your temple. Andy tried assuring you everything was fine - especially with him right there with you - but how could he really?

Finally surrendering to your heavy lids that refused to stay open a minute longer, he watched as you quietly slept. Tears silently dripping down his face at the thought of almost losing you. The only person he could think to call was Genie, knowing - or hoping - you’d potentially discussed feeling depressed or overwhelmed with her.

“I’m sorry to call you over so late, I just…I know she’s been struggling with the move and then the dreams, but I thought everything was good now.” His eyes begin to water again as he grips the edge of the island. “She was back to Y/N, but then this happens and now…I-I don’t know what to do aunt Genie.”

“It’s gonna be okay Andrew, we’re gonna figure this out. Now, tell me again everything that happened.”

“She was in the tub when I got home and seemed happy. I went to take a call that took 10 minutes, at most, and by the time I came back she…”

“Take your time.”

He takes a breath, standing a bit straighter to quickly wipe the tears from his eyes. “She was underwater and she wasn’t breathing. Then when she came to she started talking about Laurie-,”

“Laurie? What about her?”

“That she was the one who pulled her under and who’s been in her dreams,” he explains passing his hand through his already unruly strands. Genie stays quiet, lightly tapping her thumbs against the black mug halfway filled with water thinking back to everything you told her over coffee a few days ago. “I didn’t think she was comparing herself so much to her.”

After your outing, you made your aunt swear she wouldn’t say anything to Andy. And if he asked, as far as she knew, your nightmares were just from stress and would eventually pass.

She wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold onto that promise though. Not now after what happened.

“I’m thinking it might be a bit of postpartum depression just manifesting in different ways. In the morning I’ll call her doctor and see if we can possibly get her admitted to the Wellness Center.”

“Andy,” Genie sighs, “Don’t-,”

“I don’t want to send her, but what choice do I have? There she’ll have time to get better. Get the help she needs.”

“She’s not insane Andy. What she’s talking about - being haunted - is real. Whether you believe it or not,” your aunt states. From the way he crosses his arms in front of his chest appearing a mix of exhausted and frustrated, she sees he unsurprisingly doesn’t.

“Ghosts, spirits, whatever you wanna call them don’t exist.”

“They do. I’ve seen it firsthand enough times that when I first came here and saw my niece like that, I knew what was happening. The dreams just confirmed-,”

Andy’s heard enough, angrily slamming his hand down on the countertop startling your aunt - and waking Eli from the sound of his cries. How could she not see you needed help? Professional help. Not some “hocus pocus” nonsense.

“Y/N is sick! This isn’t some storybook fairytale! I’m not waiting around while my wife practically deteriorates in front of me! Not again!,” he shouts.

The sudden darkness from the power shutting off feels like a bad omen as a sudden chill runs over your aunt while your husband curses under his breath searching the drawers for a flashlight.

“Probably just the wind messing with the lines. I’ll be back.”

“Andy…,” your aunt calls in a warning tone, but he continues towards the basement.

“I’ll be fine. Check on Eli then both of you go to our bedroom and stay there while I try to figure out what’s going on, okay?”

Her intuition knew this was more than just faulty lights. So badly she wanted to give Andy a little shake before forcing him to bring his family to her house where they would be safe. But - knowing it’s all she could do - she only nodded, watching as the stubborn lawyer passed through the creaky door next to the hall closet and descended down the steps. His feet thudding against the light wood until she couldn’t hear them anymore.

•

“Dammit,” Andy whispers to himself frustratedly trying the switches on the breaker once again. Still, nothing happened.

If it truly was the the power lines, utility workers would come but probably not until the morning. Maybe you and Eli could stay with your aunt for the rest of the night and tomorrow while he sta-

“Andy,” a familiar voice whispers making him quickly turn with the flashlight beaming into the darkness in front of him. It calls again making his brows furrow as he steps closer in the direction the voice was coming from.

“Y/N? Baby you don’t need to be down h-,” he begins but immediately stops feeling his blood and every cell in his body run cold at the sight of his ex-wife. She appeared in exactly the same shape he last saw her the morning of the accident. Brunette hair tucked behind her ears and stopping just past her shoulder blades. Her brown eyes bright as she gazed at him with a soft smile on her lips and arms out calling him forward.

“Come home Andy.”

He’s dumbfounded and unable to speak watching his ex-wife step closer and closer in her shin-length white dress reminiscent of a negligee. His mind struggling to understand how this could be. Before she can touch his hand, the basement door up the steps opens to show a flashlight bouncing with every step down.

“Andy? You okay?,” Genie calls halfway down the staircase.

Just as fast as she appeared, she’s gone again leaving him more stunned with heart pounding in his chest than when she was in front of him.

You were right.

Laurie was the plague eating at you since you moved in and it was all inadvertently because of him. Her continued love that turned into possessiveness unable to see him moved on and happy with someone else.

“Andy…what happened?” Now in front of him, Genie had seen the look on his face enough times to recognize he saw something unexplainable. It was similar to the one on her own father’s face all those years ago waking up from his time with the woman after her mother.

“Y/N and Eli,” he mutters trying to rush past, but Genie grabs hold of his arm to stop him.

“They’re fine and still sleeping. What did you see?”

“…it was her. I-I saw Laurie.”

“And what happened?”

“She told me to come home. W-What does she mean?”

“Probably that she wants you to come with her on that side. Be a family again.”

Andy would never regret his time with Laurie. Although it had its rough moments, there was still happiness. She was his first love who gave him his first child and was there for the biggest moments of his life. A piece of his heart would always hold her place til the day he passed on.

You though? You were his saving grace restoring light and love in his life when he thought there couldn’t possibly be anymore. You healed his soul and gave him a new family when he didn’t feel worthy of one anymore. You didn’t just own his heart, you were his heart. Every little thing about you - even the things you hated and tried to hide - kept him breathing and every part of him moving and able to function.

You - and now Eli - were his reason to live, and he’d be damned if anyone tried to take you from him or vice versa.

“And how do I get her to stop?,” he asks more determined now to end Laurie’s presence in his home.

“Something of hers that’s in your possession is still holding her to you. Whether it’s a picture, note-,”

“Her ring,” he whispers mentally kicking himself for keeping it in the first place.

“Okay then, we need to destroy it. Burn it while also chanting a cleansing prayer that will rid her from this side and send her on,” Genie explains as he follows along appearing more receptive this time than in the kitchen moments ago. “Give me the ring and I’ll-,”

Andy shakes his head. “No, this is for me to do. I caused this and it’s me she’s after, so I need to handle it.”

“That’s very commendable, but you don’t know what you’re up against Andrew. It’s dangerous and you not having dealt with this before could end very bad.”

“I guess we’ll just have to see what happens then, because I’m not leaving this house until she’s gone and my family is safe.”

|Day 27|

Your head feels woozy waking up to the sound of birds chirping and a single beam of sun coming through the split in the thick curtains. Stretching out your arm in search of your husband, you’re a bit disappointed not to feel his body or see him as you turn to what would be his side.

That’s when your vision settles and you realize you’re not home. No longer in your bed - and definitely not in your room - recognizing the standing lamp in the corner of the room qualms your oncoming worries while you carefully sit up with your back against the headboard.

“A-Aunt Genie?!,” you call leaning forward to try to hear any noise from the rest of the house. Soon you can tell the shuffle of her feet down the hall as she babbles with baby Eli to make him laugh.

“Let’s see how mommy’s doing,” she whispers to your son before opening the door and cutting on the nearby lamp. “Hey, how ya feeling babygirl?”

“A little off because of the meds, but good.” Handing Eli to you as she sits on the side of the bed, he easily brings a wide smile to your face with his own gummy one happy to be back in your arms again. The way the corners of his eyes crinkle and nose scrunches remind you so much of your husband who was currently missing. “Where’s Andy?”

“He’s uh back at the house.”

“Why? Is something wrong?”

Taking a slight pause, she tries to figure out the best way to break everything to you. With every option though, she doesn’t see it ending well and worries herself about your possible setback.

“How much of last night do you remember?,” she carefully asks.

“Well, I fed this one,” you begin, tickling Eli in that spot under his chin that always had the biggest grin appearing on his face along with his adorable giggle. “Put him to bed, then I-,”

Your hand reaches for your neck remembering the tight grip that almost took this day away from you. Almost took you away from your family.

Noticing your mood fall, Genie is quick to wrap an arm around your shoulders and squeeze just the right amount for your comfort. “It’s alright, you’re safe.”

“W-Why did Andy stay home? And why are we here?”

“Because he’s getting rid of Laurie. For good.”

“By himself?!”

“I warned him, but he wouldn’t take no for an answer,” she explains. “He said it was something he had to do, so I gave him the most explicit directions I could and he told me to take you and Eli.” Now that you think about it, at some point in the night it seemed you could feel his soft lips on your temple. You just wrote it off as a dream, but hearing what he did makes you believe the opposite. That maybe it was for just in case that’d be his last chance to do such a small action.

Thinking about it makes your eyes begin to water as you try to focus on your calm baby boy lying in your arms. The pain in your heart grows by the minute though only able to think of Andy.

“Have you heard from him since?”

She shakes her head. The silence around the both of you nearly painful as you expect the worst seeing that it was already almost 12 in the afternoon.

“I need to go back.”

“No, I’ll go back. You-,”

The sudden knock on the front door has both of your heads whipping in the direction of the heavy sound curious of who it could be. Of course you wished it was your husband; safe, sound, and excited to bring his family home, but from the glare of a flashing blue and red light you could feel your world begin to crumble.

“Wait here,” your aunt instructs swiftly sliding from the bed to hurry down the hall. The faint clicks of the locks carry to your room along with her polite, “Hello officer.” You lean forward trying to hear more, but it’s only whispers which confirms your earlier suspicions.

A lone tear slides down your cheek as you hold Eli a bit closer to your chest. He’s blissfully oblivious to what’s going on - how their lives would surely change with the loss of a truly wonderful and loving man - which only makes your heart break more.

Leaving a peck on his forehead, you gently begin rocking your baby back and forth trying to focus on something else other than your hurt. Your tears now falling heavier and lips quivering.

“We’re gonna be okay sweet boy. I promise.”

“Could’ve sworn I said the same to you.”

Looking up to see your husband again is the greatest relief you’ve experienced, smiling wide and not caring how much of a mess you may look with tears on your face and nose running.

He’s quick to press his lips against Eli’s forehead and making him giggle from tickling his belly before they’re on yours savoring your taste while also showing how much he missed you. A small whimper echoing in his throat from you accidentally bumping the cut on his bottom one. “Sorry.”

He chuckles, “It’s worth it.”

There’s a cut over his eyebrow covered by a bandage and bruises littering his skin from his face, down to his arms - and possibly lower from how dirty his pants look. The way he carefully sits on the bed and winces every now and then you can tell he’s also sore.

“What happened?”

“As you can probably tell she put up a fight. Ended up setting off the security system just as I finished the prayer and knocking me out in the process. Because they couldn’t get me, they sent police out who found me and called the ambulance.”

“But no one called me.”

“Because I told them not to. It was already late and I knew that pill would have you out for the rest of the night. Plus they would’ve just kept questioning you like they did me. They think it was a home invasion, and I just went along with it.”

But both of you know better, and it’s a secret that’ll forever stay between you.

“So now what? S-She’s really gone?”

“Well,” Andy sighs taking a now sleeping Eli from your arms to hold against his chest - needing to feel that rapid patter of his little boy’s heart to remind him how he truly made it back to his loves - before wrapping an arm around your shoulder while you carefully sink into his side, “as for the police, they’ll more than likely give up since they won’t find anything and I’ll tell them that’s okay. As for Laurie, we won’t have any problems from her.”

That sentence alone brings tears to your eyes again finally being done with her torment. No more scars - be it physical or mental - and nothing trying to separate you from Andy.

Hopefully through everything you’ve experienced you’ve proven to the universe how bonded you truly are, and can have true peace with the man you love so much.

“I hope you’re right,” you whisper feeling your eyes begin to flutter close after leaving a peck on his chest.

“If I’m not, I won’t stop until my family’s safe. I promised you that, and I’ll die before that gets broken.”

*So I’ve had this in my drafts since last Halloween (yes you read that right😓) and finally got the motivation to finish it☺️! I hope you guys like this little intro story to my spooky season line up (yes I’m starting now so hopefully I can get more out than I could last year lol).

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Not Mine

Andy Barber x WoC Reader

sometimes things are just for borrowing…unless you know what you want

warnings: smut, marriage talk, divorce talk, Minors DNI

sidenote: my reader is always thick but this can still be read by anyone. dont use my shit anywhere in any form. if you likes it, loves it, fucks with it then reblog and comment all that good shit!! Lots of love! I appreciate yall and the love 💚

this is the dress reader is wearing!

this is the short follow up aka blurb

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The hot Boston sun poured through the large floor to ceiling windows. The windows allowed you to see out but not to be seen into, not that it mattered, she’d still be right here even if the whole firm was watching. Shit the fucking world could be watching and she asked if they had a good enough view. 

“Look at how wet you are” the deep Boston accent made her eyes open to get a look down at herself, his long thick fingers pumping into her.

He was right, she was wet as a ocean. 

Her eyes slowly drifted up to his. Andy Barber hot shit DA stood towering over her, his stormy ocean blue eyes boring into hers while she sat spread eagle on his desk, her legs bent at the knee and hovering in the air. Her legs burn from the position and lack of support but she’s be damned if she complained with how good he was fucking her. She felt herself clench around him as her body warmed, the action causing him to smirk. He knew she got flustered whenever her gave her that eye contact. 

She broke the eye contact as her eyes screwed shut, the sensation of her orgasm creeping up on her. “Shit Andy I’m almost there”.

“I know girl, I know” He said in that voice that did something to her. It was almost degrading and she felt her stomach flip. Andy was the only one who had her into that shit. It wasn’t even something she knew she liked until Andy. 

His hand grabbed her neck forcing her face to angle up toward his. They stood their watching each other as he finger fucked her. There was a certain intimacy to the moment that she tried to ignore. She could see something had changed in Andy’s eyes over the months they’d been fucking. 

Honestly it was supposed to be just that. Fucking. Andy was a married man. Separated from his wife but married still, until they wrapped up divorce. If they ever did. She felt like it was taking forever, not that Andy made any false promises of them being together. She just didn’t know how long she could fuck with him if he stayed married any much longer. It has already been 8 months. 

Andy didn’t talk much about it and she hardly asked. She only brought it up every once in a while. A status check she’d say. Andy always had the same answer, he was still waiting on Lorie to sign. 

She didn’t care what people thought about her, but she did know their “arrangement”, if anyone ever found out could be used against him and labeled a affair and in turn effect his job. Even if they didn’t start talking until they had separated and Lorie was in the process of filing. 

Though she wanted this to strictly be fucking only, she didn’t want anything to ruin what Andy had worked so hard for or for people to view him negatively. 

Andy would say he didn’t care, but she felt like that was his dick talking. 

The rough hand around her neck tighten before her upper body was yanked forward. Her hands flew to his chest, her fingers digging into his crips white button down. Andy fingers withdrew quickly before landing 2 quick smacks to her wet pussy.

YN yelped as her body jerked. 

“Oh shit Andy please” she moaned out, tears running down her face as he drove his fingers back into her. She was so close.

“Eyes” He demanded.

Her shot open at his tone and held his. 

“You like knowing someone could walk in at any moment don’t you” he asked as her back arched off the desk and she grinding down on his hand. “That’s why your fucking soaking my hand baby, pussy dripping because you want someone to see you on my deck spread wide the fuck open for me, taking whatever I’ll give your greedy little pussy”.

Oh fuck him, he knew just what to say and just how to fuck her to give her unrivaled pleasure. 

“Daddy” she groaned loudly as her orgasm hurdled into her. Andy watched as her eyes rolled back, her body jerked and shook on his fingers and desk. Her candy sweet slick dripping down his hand even more as the sound of her wet cunt bounced off his office walls. 

He continued his assault on her swollen cunt as he stepped forward, helping her ride out her high. He pressed his heavy body into hers to help her come down from her orgasmic state. 

Her face cuddled into his neck as his lips sucked on her shoulder, before leading up to her neck, anywhere he could reach. 

Her breathing was starting to steady slowly.

“Damn Andy” was the only thing she could say as she started to catch her breathe. The attorney chuckled deeply as he pulled his fingers form her. 

Her eyes opened just in time to see him sucking his fingers, before he pushed them into her own mouth. She sucked as she eyed him. 

“Damn YN” 

They both laughed before Andy pulled her into a deep passionate kiss. Her brown legs wrapped around him as her fingers gripped his shirt tighter. 

Once her short summer dressed was pulled down the furtherest it would go, Andy gave her ass a final smack before running his hand up her body. 

“Where were you off to before I convinced you to come by?” Andy asked causing YN to giggle.

“I’m running a little late but to meet my girls for lunch, it’s just a few block from here”

“Hmmm. So after girl time-“

“Andy your wife is here” Andy’s assistant could be heard in the office through the loud speaker. He huffed as YN slightly pulled away. “Sorry I meant Lorie” she corrected herself.

“So later?-“

“Andy” 

YN and Andy turned to the voice. They were no longer touching but still pretty close. Lorie stood by the door watching them. 

“Thank you for your time Mr. Barber, you really are the best in the city” YN said slightly disappointed by Lorie’s disturbance. “I’ll let you speak with Lorie”. 

Andy cringed before a quick hand ran down his face. He didn’t want her to leave like this and he need Lorie’s shit right now. Unless it was about Jacob or the divorce papers he didn’t want to hear what she had to say. 

YN turned on her wedges and walked toward the door, she was just passing Lorie when she spoke. YN steps came to a slow pace as she turned to Lorie not catching what she said. 

“Lorie-“

“Mrs. Barber” Lorie curtly corrected YN, while cutting off Andy. 

YN stood staring down at the woman, was she serious? She was going to try and play wife now? Heat started to swarm within YN’s body. 

She looked between Andy who was about to speak and back to Lorie. His not yours she told herself. As much as she wanted to cuss Lorie the fuck out the reality was Andy wasn’t hers. He wasn’t Lorie’s either but she was technically his wife. 

She kept her face unfazed as she took one gaze at Andy before turning to leave. His not yours.

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i wrote a little extra blurb for this, kinda like a different ending, if yall want it let me know and I’ll follow up with it!

also this is the visual for yn and andy and also the visual i was inspired by.

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — pornstar!andy barber x fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — meeting your new neighbour was a normal thing but what followed was a love story

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 — SMUT; oral (f receiving) = fingering. This the only thing though

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“Athena! Come on out girl!” Your voice called through the garden in search for your golden retriever. She liked to play outside for hours and given the fence you were comfortable with letting her be alone for a little.

However, she was nowhere to be found. You looked everywhere, the house was empty which meant she had to be outside.

“’Thena! Its dinner time!” Normally your girl would come running by now but there was nothing.

You frowned as you walked through your garden, looking behind the bushes, in her little house you build. Suddenly someone walked around your fence, he was tall with broad shoulders.

He had brown full beard and fluffy chocolate brown hair. He wore dark dress jeans combined with a white button up dress shirt. Smiling gently, he opened the gate with a happily panting golden behind him.

Your golden.

“Hey, I found this fur ball snooping through my garden and as much as I’d love to keep her, I think someone is missing her.” He looked at you with kind eyes while Athena sprinted towards you.

Getting on your knees you embraced her, the force of her body causing you to fall. You giggled as she licked your face.

The man watched the scene play out chuckling at the cute moment.

Realizing that he was still was standing there you pushed Athena to the side. “Hey, sorry that she went over to you. I haven’t seen you before, are you new here?” you questioned him smiling.

“Yeah, I just moved here two weeks ago and I’m Andy nice to meet you,” Andy stretched his hand out for you to take. It was an invitation to help you up and introduce himself.

Accepting his hand gladly you told him your name as you pushed yourself up.

“It’s nice to meet you too! Could I maybe invite you in for dinner? I always make to much anyway and it would be thanks for getting Athena back.” You asked shyly.

“Sure, I could use something to eat,” he agreed with you and let you lead him inside.

As you walked inside the realization washed over you that you had a complete stranger in your home. However there was something compelling about him. It also wasn’t very you to talk this confident.

You started to overthink about inviting him in, but now there was no turning back and seemed like Athena liked him, you trusted your girl.

“Are you sure you’re fine with me eating dinner with you?” Andy questioned you with a concerned look, “oh, yeah sure!” Dammit, this was your chance to tell him you weren’t exactly fine.

“I made pasta, I know it’s basic, but I love it,” you revealed to him as you stepped inside the kitchen.

“Don’t worry darling pasta is great,” smiling he walked after you. The faint smell of the pasta filled his nostrils, and it was delicious.

Suddenly Athena snaked through Andy’s legs, she run up to you and put her paws on the countertop. Her head looking right over, eyeing the pasta bowl. Giggling you shook your head at her, taking her food bowl from the shelf.

Athena began wailing her tail frequently as she noticed how you filled her bowl with food.

You turned around and Athena jumped away running towards her usual place. Next to the windows facing the garden you had put up her food bowl and one of her many beds. A little away you put her drink bowl which was on top of a towel, Athena liked to make a mess and if it weren’t for the towel, your wooden floor would be constantly wet.

With your eyes watching Athena you promptly walked into Andy causing some of the food to spill. Like vacuum cleaner Athena sucked the dry food in.

You swayed a little trying to remain balance. Andy instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist.

Pulled flush against him you felt your cheeks heat up at the closes of you two. Your head shot up as Andy towered over you. He leaned down, “you, okay?” You nodded at his question, not able to form words.

“Darlin’ I need words, come on…,” the words came from Andy’s lips without thinking. Once he realised what he said he went to take it back. “Yes, I’m okay,” you responded instantly.

Then you gave him a little smile before he retreated his arm from your waist. You sat the rest of the food on Athena’s mat.

She tapped after you, sitting down in front of her half empty bowl she looked up at you.

“Athena, you already annihilated the other half like vacuum cleaner. No more for you.” You wiggled your finger in front of her face. Barking at you she let herself fall onto her fur but, “no arguments.” You leaned in close, being eye to eye with her.

“Nah, ah don’t give me that look! You may be cute but that doesn’t mean you get everything you want…,” shaking your head at her.

Barking once again she booped her nose to yours, “Thena….”

Andy stifles a laugh while watching Athena and you. When he first saw Athena sneak into his garden, he hoped to solve this problem quickly and stop the dog from entering his garden again. Then the little golden stole his heart with her friendly manner, bubbly nature and meeting you through her was a big plus!

Standing back up you looked at Andy noticing his expression, you pressed your lips together mumbling; “Sorry, I often talk with her like that and when people are around, they always look at me like crazy.”

“Don’t worry, its cute and I gotta say I don’t agree with you. If you’re cute then you can get everything,” Andy stated with a smile.

“Oh, really?” you asked playfully walking over to him. “Mhmm, I would give you everything,” he looked down at you. Suddenly you were so close to him that you could feel his warm breath against your lips.

The sound of Athena’s barking snapped you both from your trance, no words came past your lips. Andy cleared his throat taking a step back.

“Let’s eat, shall we?” you announced and walked over to get plates and cutlery. Andy nodded, following you with the pasta bowl.

After Andy put down the food, he watched how you pulled a stool out next to you for Athena to hop onto to. The action made him smile. He adored the way you treated Athena and the bond you shared with her.

Of course, he was aware of the fact that he had only just met you, but something about you made him feel drawn to you.

“So, when did you move here?” you questioned him as he sat down opposite of you.

“Around four weeks ago, I like to keep it quite and my job get’s pretty busy sometimes. I founded my own firm four years ago and I couldn’t wish for better employees. Though I gotta admit I overwork. Wait, I’m sorry I talked way more than necessary.” Andy had broken into a ramble. He had felt some kind of need to tell you everything.

“Please, don’t worry! My next question would have been what you do and well now you’re free to ask me anything,” you chuckled.

You didn’t mind his ranting at all, you actually really like it and would love to know more about him. Andy intrigued you in a way you couldn’t quite put a finger on. Yes, you only just met him however his friendly but dominate manner had you captive.

Andy gave you a heartfelt chuckle, “with pleasure. Let’s start easy, what do you do for a living?” “I work in a publishing office. I read all the books and look if we would like to publish them. Sometimes I go over books and correct the spelling, but mostly I read the books. I also write reviews on them which makes it easier for the head to decide because you know in the end it’s on them.”

“Sorry, now the one I’m rambling,” you realised with a giggle. Andy had his hand propped under his chin while he ate his pasta. You had his full attention. You might have not known it. “No, please continue! I’d like to know more about it darling.” A smile spread across your face at Andy’s words.

You loved talking about your job, it combined everything you liked doing in your free time.

Before Andy not many people were this interested. They asked for your job but quickly moved on from the topic. “Sometimes you get books which you don’t like but you don’t want the author to be disappointed. However, you can’t control if you like a book or not.”

“I love my job, it’s like everything I always wanted to do! Though the paperwork can get annoying, also from time to time you have more books which then gets a little overwhelming. But you know what’s a big plus? I get to keep the second copy! The first one of course goes to the author.”

You were getting more passionate about your job as you continued to talk, while you enjoyed it you felt a little guilty that you didn’t let Andy talk more. A voice in the back of your head told that he told you to continue talking.

“I’m sorry that I gotta interrupt you but that pasta is amazing!” The brunette cut in as you made a pause.

His compliment made you cheeks heat up again. Given most of the time you ate alone – mind Athena who kept you company – no one complimented your food. Well and a compliment from a handsome man like Andy hit double.

“Enough about my job, I wanna know more about you!” you exclaimed, and Athena barked in agreement causing both you and Andy to laugh.

“Well Athena agrees, tell us something about mister…,” “Barber, Andy Barber.” “Now, that was really James Bond inspired huh?” Andy nodded at your joke, “yeah, the James Bond movies are some of my favourites.”

Your eyes widened at his statement giving a big smile, “no way! Mine too! Which actor is your favourite?” you squinted your eyes at him jokingly putting pressure on him.

“Ah, well I gotta go with Roger Moore although Daniel Craig is very good too.” You cocked your eyebrow at him, “mhm Roger really? He’s good I gotta admit but Daniel beats him sorry,” throwing your hands up.

Andy chuckled and was about retore something when his phone started rining, “yeah? Can’t you handle anything on your own?” he held the phone away putting his hand on the speaker, “would you excuse me for a second?” Nodding in response, you wondered you called him, but you knew it was none of your business.

“Ari why can’t you do anything alone?” “Alone?! You left me here with the douchbag and if I had to decide I wouldn’t have even chosen him.” Andy sighed in annoyence.

Growling under his breath he fought with himself if it was worth it going there or not. “He’s bringing us good money, I can’t fire him yet.” “Andy, he’s talking down the girls and ignore the rules we set up.” He knew Ari was right and ignoring the rules was truly the last straw.

“Fine, I’m coming down.” With that he hung up and walked back inside.

Looking at you apological he started to explain the situation as easy as possible without giving many details about it. “I’m really sorry. I really enjoyed dinner together and I would love to make it up to you, just give me a call and we can set up a date.”

He handed you his number which you gladly took, “it’s fine and I would love to do this again too.” With a relieved smile Andy gave you a hug and scratched Athena’s head, “see you darling.”

As Andy left you released the breath you didn’t know you were holding before freaking out.

“Oh my god!!! Athena did you just hook me up with the most handsome man ever? You’re such a good dog, yes, you’re my favourite girl in the world, aren’t you? Damn I never knew you’d be such a good wing woman.” You praised her, then walked into the kitchen to get her a few treats.

Andy who was now driving in his car couldn’t believe either that he had met such a wonderful woman through an escaped golden retriever.

While he had relationships in the past, none of them started like this. He instantly felt a connection between you and him which made it even more fascinating. Something about your shyness that had a hint of boldness hidden behind it made him crazy.

And that not only in his mind but also body. Andy Barber needed to make you his.

Over the course of the next few days, you found yourself meeting Andy more occasionally. Mostly on your morning walks with Athena. After a little it became a pattern.

He would be jogging while you walked Athena. You once asked him if it wasn’t weird given you weren’t as fast as him and walked at a normal pace, but he denied all your worries and promised you he liked going on this morning walks with you and Athena.

In these moments you talked about god and the world. At some point Andy retreated to walking instead of jogging and enjoyed the moment.

Sometimes his hand would brush yours leaving you wishing that he actually took it, that was until Athena walked up to him and nudged his hand towards yours. Then she barked as if to ask, ‘why do I have to do everything here?’.

Three weeks later Andy and you were doing a movie night, you went out to buy snack with him while Athena was at his house sleeping on the couch – she got quickly comfortable in his home which surprised you to be honest.

Wandering through the endless rows of snacks you couldn’t decide what to get. The cart was already filled with chips and popcorn, but you felt like something was missing.

Andy’s hand came up behind you, getting comfortable on the small of your back. “Hard to decide huh?” he whispered against the shell of your ear making you shiver. Nodding subconsciously, you looked for chocolate.

“Don’t we have enough already darling?” “Andy how many times do we have to go over this?” you questioned him giving him a playful glare. Rolling his eyes with a smile he repeated what you said to him after putting the third bag of chips in the cart – which already had three bags of popcorn.

“You cannot have enough sweets, that impossible…,” “exactly.” With that you turned back to the shelf filled with all kinds of chocolate.

“Then, what is your favourite?” Andy looked up and down the shelf, he was okay with everything and given he already knew he wouldn’t let you pay – which you still didn’t know – he was comfortable knowing you picked what you want and how much.

“I like milk chocolate but also white chocolate…,” “get both,” “Andy which one would you like?” you asked instead of answering to his ‘get both’.

“Darling, you know I will be okay with everything you choose,” rolling your eyes at his statement you turned around to face him. “Choose or I won’t sleep in one bed with you,” the worst came out quicker than you could process.

“You wanna sleep in one bed with me?” Andy questioned with wide eyes. “I well I wouldn’t mind it. I know we’ve only known each other for a few weeks, but I felt like we could take the step. We don’t have to have sex and I think it’s still a little early.”

“Yes, of course. We will go at the pace you want, and I would very much like to sleep in one bed with you.” You smiled happily at him. Andy always made sure he knew how he felt.

It was an important part of the relationship you were building on; communication. He always made sure you were okay and not uncomfortable.

“Awesome, oh, but you gotta share with Athena….” Andy laughed at your confession and agreed with you, “I think I can live with that and now choose a chocolate,” he ordered. The tone left no room for arguments but was also gentle.

Giggling you take both chocolates and walked with Andy to the exit. The whole time his arm was secured on your waist as you pushed the cart.

At the checkout you put everything on the line, being about to pull out your wallet a hand closed around yours. “Let me pay…,” Andy told you. About to protest Andy gave you the look that meant the decision was final.

He knew you didn’t like it when he payed for you but he loved to spoil you and he was convinced a part of you enjoyed it.

Back at Andy’s house you cuddled up together on his couch watching a James Bond movie.

Athena was sleeping on your right, half her body covered with a blanket. Andy was stretched out on the sofa and had his arm wrapped around your shoulders as your head rested on his chest.

His free hand played with your fingers that laid on his chest as well. Your left leg was around his torso, just above his crotch.

You had already changed into a pair of short sweats and a tank top, Andy was left in his boxers and a shirt though you wouldn’t have minded if he skipped the shirt.

“I still don’t get how he can be your favourite...,” Andy said shaking his head.

Acting offended you laid a hand on your chest. “How could I not? He’s the most deeply human and tragic yet, and his brooding nature was a change of pace for the franchise!”

“You really thought about this huh?” He chuckled as his turned to you.

“Duh. I gotta defend my man!” “Oh, your man?” Andy took your chin between his thumb and pointer finger. “What are you jealous?”

“Well it seems I never had a chance...your relationship with him is just too strong,” he gave you the same puppy eyes you always received from Athena.

His fingers mover to cradle your face in his hand, his thumb caressing your cheek, “I think this is a goodbye darling.”

You erupted in laughter not able to take it anymore, “stop it you dork! Besides I told you the first time we met which means you knew what you were getting yourself into.” Andy nodded in defeat, when he loom back into your eyes the whole world stopped spinning. The only thing that mattered was you.

Deciding to take action now Andy pressed his lips to yours. He took you by surprise but once you realised what he did you melted into his kiss.

Your lips glide over each other smoothly, his lips felt rough but his actions were gently. Sliding his tongue over your bottom lip asking for permission. Slowly you opened your mouth giving Andy the chance to deepen the kiss.

After a few seconds you pulled away for fresh air. You wished you could have kissed him longer he was like a drug.

“Andy I would like to take this further but I’m nor ready to fully-,” you breathed out.

“Hey, don’t worry! It’s fine, completely fine. We, don’t have to full in. But if you’re okay with it I would still like to satisfy you, maybe with my fingers?”

He wasn’t sure if you were a virgin or if you had bad experience with sex. Maybe you were scared that if you had sex that he would leave or that you were scared to have sex with him. Every possible scenario ran through his head.

“Yes, that...I think I would like that. However, I never came on my fingers before or anyone else’s.” You admitted, not being able to meet his eyes you looked down at your joined hands.

Andy rose your chin with his fingers again, “that’s alright. We’ll change that tonight.”

His hand trailed from your chin down under the blanket to you sweats. Dipping into you shorts he found your soaking pussy. “Already this wet for me pretty girl?”

Rubbing your hole before easing one finger inside your vagina. One of his fingers was already bigger than yours.

Andy pushed hid finger in and out of you. Once his finger was covered in your juice, he used it as lube for his second finger. “Oh, god,” you exclaimed as he entered you with his middle and ring finger.

“Does that feel good darling? My fingers stretching you out like this. If you’re already this tight with just two fingers..., how am I gonna get my cock between those pretty walls?”

You whimper, snapping your thighs shut. Andy shakes his head at you prying them open again. “Darling, you have to keep them open or else I won’t let you come.”

Your mouth hangs wide open at Andy’s words. This man was couldn’t be real. You had dirty talk before but none made you cunt tingle like that.

And his fingers filled you up so good. Scooting closer he nuzzled his head against your throat inhaling your sweet perfume. You smelled like white frosted strawberries and fresh sparkling Italian bergamot. While you changed your perfume from time to time this was one of his favourites.

His lips pressed small kisses to your neck as his fingers slide deeper, pressing up to the sensitive spot.

You moaned, eyes falling shut rolling in the back of your head. Andy hooks your leg under his arm, the new angle giving you more pleasure.

“You like that pretty girl? Be a good girl for me and cum.” The words alone would have been enough to drive you over the edge but in combination with his fingers it felt a lot more intense.

A loud moan that you tried to undermine ripped through your throat.

Breathing loudly, you came down from your height. “Wow, this was...wow,” you were at a loss of words. “I take it you liked it?” “Liked it? Andy this was the best orgasm I ever head.”

A bark made you look to your side and your face fell. “Fuck, oh my fuck, Athena I’m so sorry! Please this is not what it looks like.”

If Athena could she would glare at you probably.

“Darling, I think Athena heard us....” Slowly you turned your head around to Andy. “You think? Really you think?”

Pushing yourself up, you straddled his lap. “We gotta apologise to her. Wait I already did, now you have to!” With a sigh Andy looked at Athena apolitical, “I’m sorry Athena that I did dirty things with your momma in front of you.”

Then he looked back at you seeking approval. Nodding you gave him a thumbs up causing him to chuckle.

“And one day when you’re ready we will do the real thing yeah?” Andy softly stroked your cheek, his eyes looking at you with pure adoration. “I really want to Andy but I have bad experience with the real thing and–,” “No, no, you don’t have to explain yourself. When you’re ready, we will do the real thing and not a moment earlier.”

Thanking him with a kiss you were happy that he was so understanding. As you hugged him, you whispered in his ear; “but this time Athena won’t be next to us.”

This caused Andy to laugh out loudly. This was not the end.

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Andy Barber Fics

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President's Aide

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you’re screwed up and brilliant and look like a million dollar man

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pairing: mob! andy x fem! reader

word count: 1,718

summary: you help him de-stress

warnings: oral m receiving, m dom, daddy kink, degradation, praise kink, fingering, kissing, voyeurism/exhibitionism, brief character crossover, and cockwarming

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“Hey honey, c’mere.” Andy grumbles from his desk, finally looking up at you from when you first entered the room a total of 27 minutes ago in hopes to get his attention and help him lighten up from his work. You smile brightly, walking over to him and baggy t-shirt flouncing with your steps while he leaned back in his desk chair and spread his thighs, tapping for you to take your rightful seat on his lap.

Immediately your hands go to wrap around his neck, his once tense shoulders now easing away the stress as you pepper kisses up the side of his face, after you whispered a giggly greeting. His large familiar hands caress your skin, up and down your back and sides and hips, squeezing in certain places as he grounds himself with the feel of you.

“Why don’t you let me make you feel better Andy?” You whisper, and your sultry tone is enough to have his eyes fluttering shut and hips twitching upwards. “How’re ya gonna do that honey?” And you decide that showing him would be more effective than just telling him so you slide off his lap, peering up at him through your lashes as you sink down onto your knees, hands going to his belt buckle and palming him through the silky material of his expensive work slacks. “Let me make you feel better Daddy.”

He groans, head tipping back and hand running over his beard at the sinful sight in front of him. “Such a good girl, go on then honey. Gonna suck my cock real good aren’t you?” You nod in response, working to unbutton his pants and pull his black band briefs down just enough to pull his already erect cock out. His tip was red and dripping with pre-cum, your mouth practically watered at the sight, eager to have him in your mouth and wash away all his stress even if for this little while.

You bite your bottom lip, pumping his length with a firm grip as you kitten lick all his arousal leaking out, both of you letting out sounds of approval in tandem. He hisses when you swirl your tongue around his sensitive head, looking up at him to watch what you do to him, how his eyebrows scrunch up and his plush pink bottom lip catches between his teeth, jaw clenched and head tipped back all because of you.

Wrapping your lips around his head, you begin to lower yourself, still pumping what you haven’t taken and hollowing your cheeks inch by inch. He moans when you lick up a particular bulging vein, wrapping his hand around the back of your neck to find purchase on something. Still peering at him through your lashes you begin to move faster, revelling in all the muffled curses falling from his lips and grunts of praise, calling you a good girl and being the perfect little cock sucker, just how he trained you to be.

Tears pool from your eyes as you struggle to take all of him down your throat, “come on princess, you can take more of me can’t you? I know you can, such a good girl.” He groans when the praise spurs you on, you wanted to make him proud so you blinked back as many tears as you could and took a breath of air, still pumping his throbbing cock with your hand before wrapping your lips around his thick cock, sinking down to the bottom until your lips brushed his abdomen, your lip gloss ruined and you looked like a debauched whore. Andy moaned your name loudly, words catching in his throat and coming out strangled as he tried to savour the feeling of you deepthroating him for the first time, but your mouth felt so warm and wet and tight he couldn’t refrain himself for as long as he would have liked to.

Tears now falling freely down your face as he bucked his hips into your mouth, fucking your face and using you for his own pleasure to melt away the stress of working for hours in the office and coming home and having to work even more, buried in case files instead of in your pussy as he should have been.

And now his good girl was on her knees, letting him fuck her face as he pleased.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum! Shit!” He hisses loudly, burying your face as your nose tickled with the hairs at the base of his cock while he released himself into your mouth, and letting you up for air and pumping his cock as he continued to release onto your face, which you happily licked up, mascara smudged and no doubt looking like a picture perfect slut. He caught his breath, chest heaving and head resting on the chair head as his long eyelashes fluttered against his cheekbones. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, laughing breathily as you watched Andy collect himself again.

Thus far you had managed to ignore the ache steadily growing in between your legs, pleasuring Andy made you incredibly aroused so you rubbed your thighs together before dipping your finger onto your clit, rubbing circles and sighing in pleasure, Andy’s eyes now completely on you as he watched with an intense stare when you dipped two of your fingers inside of yourself, pumping a few times and Andy already semi-hard again, you pulled them out of you and brought them to your mouth, licking off all of your juices and fluttering your eyes shut with a blissful moan at your own taste.

That was when Andy grabbed you by the wrist, pulling you upwards and pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss, his tongue entering your mouth and biting your lip, groans filling the air as you whimpered into his mouth. Legs shaking and hole pulsing, aching to be filled.

“Please daddy.” You whimper against his lips and he smirks, catching your bottom lip between his teeth once more before adjusting you on his lap so he could rub your swollen clit with his fingers. You moan into his mouth as you two continue to messily make out, while he rubbed against your leaking pussy. You whimpered pathetically into his mouth and he made a point to tease you about it, “such a desperate girl hmm? Just a few more rubs and you’ll cum won’t you? That’s all it ever takes for this stupid little pussy.” He chuckles when you tighten and twitch, unable to return his kiss while he rubs you now rougher.

You grind down onto his hand, your arousal sticky and loud, squelching throughout the spacious room of his modern home study, orgasm approaching quickly as Andy continues to mock you for being so desperate.

“Look at this little pussy just dripping, it’s all for me isn’t it sweetheart?” To which you nod, eyes rolling back into your head and he can’t even find it in himself to reprimand you as he usually would because you’re already so far gone and he’s only rubbing your clit.

“Daddy please please needa cum please make me cun Daddy.” You beg and whine mindlessly, body teetering on the edge of pleasure but you need just a little bit more to be pushed over the edge.

He groans at the cute little sounds you were making, they were going straight to his dick. “I got you baby, I know just what you need.” He husked.

He slid his other hand around your ass, gliding down to your slick and sopping hole and inserting a finger inside your pussy as his other hand continued to rub your clit with fervor. You moan loudly at the intrusion, and when he adds another finger to your already tight hole whispering degrading praise to help you reach your peak, his hand slapping against your skin and the sounds that were echoing into the room downright lewd and filthy, your orgasm washes over you intensely and suddenly.

Your back arches and toes curl up, eyes rolling back into your head while your mouth falls open, unable to form any coherent sounds besides a squeak as your aimlessly rode out your high, your slick running down Andy’s hand as he watched you fall over the edge, “that’s it, good girl. Such a good girl so proud of you princess.”

You slump against his chest as his fingers come to a still inside of you, legs twitching as he continues rubbing your swollen and sensitive button and whimpering straight into his ear until he finally halts.

“Did I make you feel good daddy?” You question shyly and he smiles, rubbing a hand up and down your back and pressing his lips to yours, “yes you did baby, thank you. Daddy is so lucky to have you hmm?” And you smile, melting further into his embrace.

“Now Daddy has a meeting okay? And you’re gonna keep my cock warm all the way through. You’re gonna be a good girl and sit still.”

You nod insistently wanting to prove to him you could be good, taking your bottom between your teeth as you moved to sink down onto his length slowly, whimpering at the stretch you would never get used to. And he groans in pleasure as your warm and tight walls engulf him completely, wrapping around him perfectly.

“Comfortable?” He asks you and you respond with a hmm, a lazily smile taking over your face as you rest your head on his shoulder, hearing him click a few buttons with his mouse before the familiar harmony of a call starting emits.

“Good evening Mr. Drysdale, how are you?” Andy asks, getting comfortable in his seat and smirking at how you were both in frame and there was no doubt about what was happening, Andy was a simple possessive man, he liked everyone knowing you were his.

He watches Ransom’s lips twitch upwards in a smirk, “I’m doing exceptionally Andy, let’s skip the pleasantries shall we, makes us feel like strangers.”

You whimper when Andy bucks his hips up, and at the sound of the other man's voice knowing you were fully on display.

You but your lip to keep yourself from moaning, and keep your thoughts from running rampant.

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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.

[navybrat817]

Dreamy and steamy moments with Andy in a picturesque wonderland. ❤️

Mistletoe Kisses

DILF!Andy Barber x Black Female Reader

Andy gives you just the present you were wishing for

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, age gap tw, reader is mid twenties, andy is older but age not specified, smut: oral, slight spit kink mentions, general steaminess! 

Word Count: 1.6k

The snow falling dreamily outside the window kept you in a content trance as you sipped on your coffee and smiled to yourself

Your man was outside shoveling the snow from the cabin drive entrance, a concentrated look on his face, the dashes of silver in his hair standing out in the all white backdrop. Andy. 

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[cevansbrat0007]

Indecent Exposure Pt. III: Poolside Promises

Summary: You convince Ari to finally let you have a little fun this summer. But at what cost? Check out Part One!

Warnings: Mature Themes, Ari Being A Menace, Brat!Reader, Dad's Best Friend Themes, Older Men/Younger Women Themes, Brief Allusion to Oral Sex, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Please heed all warnings. Part of my Indecent Exposure Series. If you'd like to be added to the tag list, please let me know.

Almost Two Weeks After Your Father's Departure...

You glide through the water effortlessly, seeking a brief relief from the summer heat. While the news had promised you and everyone else that today’s weather would be one for the books, the warnings still hadn’t been enough to prepare you for the heat that assailed you the moment you’d stepped out the back door. 

However, it’s not until you allow your head to break through the surface that you realize you were no longer alone. You had company. And he was also staring at you.

Again. It was something he had a habit of doing.

“Can I help you?” It’s a flatly delivered question. 

The man only shrugs, dragging a hand through his shaggy, chestnut brown locks. Frankly, he looked so much like his brother you were almost surprised that you’d never really noticed just how many similarities they actually shared.

Same striking blue eyes. Same massive build. Same chiseled jaw that looked great with or without a beard. But where Steve always possessed an aura or control, Ari emanated something a little more raw and untamed. 

You found found that it sometimes did funny things to those annoying butterflies that had seemingly taken up residence in your belly these days.

“Did you need something?” You try as you continue to tread water in the middle of the pool.

“Nothing you're quite prepared to give, sweet Clover.” Ari responds cryptically, his head cocking to the side as he continues to survey you. 

“Then why the hell do you keep staring at me?”

That was another thing you’d recently come to learn about Ari over the last couple of days. He didn’t seem to care whenever you decided to take a spicy tone with him – a fact you’d discovered when you’d found him sitting in your father’s study just the other morning.

You’d been so happy until that moment, especially since you’d previously been granted three days free of Bucky, Steve, and Andy. Your time alone had been glorious, even if it had proved to be short lived. 

You watch the older man closely, fascinated by the increasingly pronounced tick in his jaw. Hell, if he was allowed to stare then so would you. However, the question was, who would blink first?

Turns out, that award belonged to Ari. 

Humming a tune under his breath, he proceeds to grab a lawn chair before pulling it closer to the edge of the pool. Neither one of you says a word as he takes a seat, his sinewy muscles bunching and flexing beneath the thin fabric of his light gray t-shirt. 

“Just came out here to check on you.” He reaches up to scratch at his beard. “See how you were managing in this heat.”

“I’m managing by planning to spend all afternoon in the pool, like any other sane person would.”

“Ya know, I’m pretty sure Bucky and the boys made it clear that they don’t appreciate your little penchant for snark.” He muses, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees.  

Probably. You inwardly concede. It definitely hasn't been winning you any favors. Which is why you often preferred to play the part of a mute. Whenever they allowed you to, that is.

“Doesn’t seem to bother you.” You respond honestly before closing your eyes and flipping your body so that you can float on your back, giving Ari a glimpse of your peaches and cream-colored bikini.

“That’s cuz’ not too much bothers me. I don’t allow it.” 

“Hmm…” You spread your arms, silently wishing you could simply float away from this conversation entirely. “Maybe you should talk to the others about that. Seems like I find a new way to piss them off every time I open my mouth.” 

“Nah.” Ari shrugs away your words as he continues to appear unbothered by the heat. “Something tells me they don’t quite know just what to do with a pretty little thing like you.” 

“Oh. And you do?” Well, you could safely say that you hadn’t been expecting that answer. 

“I’d certainly like to think so.” 

His statement hangs in the air as you both fall silent. While you weren’t quite sure what your would-be caretaker was talking about, it was definitely enough to make you think. And it’s at that moment that you decide to change tactics. Instead of floating here annoyed, perhaps it was time to use Ari’s seemingly indulgent personality to your benefit. 

A friend of yours was throwing a party tonight. And you wanted to go. 

When you’d previously brought it up to Bucky and Steve, they’d both hemmed and hawed over the subject – asking you all kinds of questions and refusing to give you anything more than a non-committal “we’ll have to see” or "we'll have to sit down and talk about it". And when you’d tried to play the ultimate trump card by calling your father, he’d sided with them. 

“I’m not there, pumpkin.” Your Dad had said while you’d been holed-up pouting in your room. “I asked your Uncles to watch over you, which means I’m gonna have to defer to them in situations like this one."

And, as luck would have it, you hadn’t been able to get your answer before they’d just up and disappeared on you like the overbearing assholes they were proving themselves to be.

“Yeah, well, I’m not sure I trust the judgment of anyone who’s crazy enough to sit out here in this heat and roast – not when there’s a perfectly good pool, like, right in front of them.”

“Not sure that pool of yours is big enough for the both of us.” Ari mutters, scrubbing a hand over his jaw. Although you get the feeling he’s talking more to himself than you. 

“It’s plenty big.” You eagerly reassure him, adjusting your position so that you can float closer to where your pseudo-guardian is sitting. “See? There’s aaall this space.”

For a second Ari appears unsure. And the closer you get, there’s no denying the fact that he was finally showing signs of feeling the heat. It’s hard to miss the thin line of sweat dotting along his brow.

“C’mon…” You urge, playfully splashing him. “Don’t be such a hard ass, Uncle Ari.” You decide to tack on the last bit for his benefit, all the while trying hard to keep the edge out of your tone. But if he notices, he thankfully doesn’t comment.

“Fine. Melt.” You heave an exasperated sigh when he still doesn’t move. Climbing onto a nearby pool raft, you turn your attention back to your companion. “Jesus, you guys are always so serious, like all of the time. I mean, what’s wrong with having a little fun?”

“Alright.” That’s all you get before he reaches to pull his shirt over his head, revealing the sculpted body hiding beneath.

You scarcely have the chance to appreciate the sight before you’re treated to the sound of a splash. You let out a squeal as water goes splashing everywhere, rewetting your already rapidly drying body. Seconds later, Ari’s head breaks through the water.

“Happy now, princess?” He disappears again, only to reappear closer to where you’re currently lounging. 

“Depends.” 

“On?” He asks, seemingly content to tread water alongside you. You’d be lying to yourself if you didn’t at least admit that the man was kind of attractive.

Or, as your friends had put it, sexy as hell. Yeah, you weren’t quite sure how you felt about that one.

“Well…” You hedge, giggling when he splashes you to encourage you to hurry up.

“Out with it, Clover. A closed mouth doesn’t get fed.” Or fucked. He silently adds.

“There’s this party I kinda wanted to go to tonight. All my friends will be there and I haven't really had the chance to celebrate my birthday with them yet.” You finish, your teeth going to worry your bottom lip. 

Ari studies you for a moment as he tries to figure out the best way to respond. “What did Uncle Steve and the others say?” He already knew that you'd asked them, and he wanted to make it clear that he’s not one to be so easily manipulated. “I’m assuming you asked them first.”

“They said “maybe”. Well, two of them did anyway. But then they left without ever giving me a real answer.” 

“I see.” He offers you a cheeky grin while pausing to swat at a wayward fly. “Maybe we should call them. See if they’ve finally made up their minds–.” 

“No!” You shoot straight up on your perch, accidently flipping the raft and sending you tumbling back into the icy cool water. You come up sputtering and coughing, and while you can’t quite tell, you’re also fairly certain that Ari is laughing at you.

“You all good?”

“Yeah.” You gag, hating the taste of chlorine. 

Ari nods before moving to retrieve your float. He’s even kind enough to hold it still long enough for you to climb back on it again. Only once he’s satisfied that you’re secure does he seem interested in continuing the conversation. 

“So…it sounds like you really wanna go to this party. Don’t you, Clover?” 

“Yes.” You breathe, refusing to say anything more than that just in case he was actually considering it. You’re so desperate that you don’t even balk when he begins swimming towards the edge of the pool, dragging you along with him. He doesn’t speak again until he’s reached his destination. 

“Tell me, will there be any drinking at this party?”

“Wha–no!”

“Now’s not the time to lie to me, princess. Will people be drinking at this party?” He reaches up to cup your chin, his brilliant blue eyes boring into yours as if he's attempting to unravel all of your secrets.

One by one.

“I swear! Grace’s parents would positively kill her if they found out she threw that kind of party.”

Ari quietly mulls over your answer before deeming it to be honest enough for his liking. “How about boys?”

Fuck. While you couldn’t be honest, you also didn’t want to lie. Not when you were this close to getting what you wanted. Which was freedom. 

“Her little brother will be there. He’s a couple grades below us. But it's not like she can kick him out or anything.”

“Just her little brother, huh?” You could tell he was feeling more than a little skeptical. However, you’re surprised when he seemingly lets it slide. Releasing his grip on your chin, he gives you a little push, content to let you float away. 

“I swear. We can’t do anything too crazy with him around – he’d rat us out sooo fast.”

Please believe me. Please believe me. Please believe me. 

Holding your breath, you watch as he climbs out of the water. He makes a beeline for your towel, patting himself dry to the best of his ability before draping it over his shoulder. 

“Okay, sweetheart. I might be willing to make an executive decision on this one, provided you’re willing to do something for me in return. Something that’ll keep at least some of the heat off of me when it comes to dealing with Steve and the boys.”

What you didn't know was that they had already discussed your desire to attend this party – him, Bucky, Andy, and Steve – and they'd decided that the answer was "no". But since you'd gone the last couple days without throwing a tantrum, Ari felt inclined to give you what you wanted. It also helped that he found your bratty ways to be rather endearing.

So long as you weren't outrightly disrespectful.

“Anything.” The word flies out of your mouth before you can catch it. And just like that, that damn tick in his jaw is back.

“The only way I feel comfortable enough letting you go is if you promise to text me every 30 minutes. Doesn’t have to be long. Just a message to let me and the other guys know you’re okay.”

What the hell?

You open your mouth to protest before deciding you’re better off not. Right now, you’d take the win and try to renegotiate the rest later. 

“Take it or leave it, princess.” 

“I’ll take it!” You reply, albeit probably a little too enthusiastically. “Thank you so much!”

Ari doesn’t even crack a smile. Instead that damned tick of his only seems to grow even more pronounced. “Alright.” With that, he turns and begins striding towards the door. “I’ll, uh…I’ll get you another towel.” He pauses once he reaches his destination, turning to face you once more. 

“And Clover?”

“Yeah?” You call back, feeling happier than you have in almost two whole weeks. 

“Don’t make me regret this." Ari rumbles, allowing you to get a good, long look at his muscled, hair covered chest. "I'd hate for my kindness to come back and bite me in the ass. It would be a shame to start the summer off on such a bad note.”

“I…”

His words leave you so speechless that you can only watch as Ari proceeds to waltz through the sliding door, leaving you outside all alone once more. But not before reiterating his promise to bring you another towel so that you can get ready for lunch.

“Well, fuck…” Is all you can muster before rolling yourself off your float and into the cooling expanse of the water. You swim down to the bottom, touching the floor with both hands as you work to center yourself. 

You hold your breath for as long as you’re able before the need for oxygen forces you to resurface. As you greedily gulp air into your burning lungs you tell yourself not to give a fuck about Ari and his bullshit. Instead, you decide to focus on the most important aspect of tonight, namely…

Just what in the hell were you going to wear?

END

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Not Mine (blurb)

Andy Barber x woc Reader

Lorie reminded you who’s “Mrs. Barber” and that Andy isn’t yours….but can you be ok with that?

warnings: angst, not sure what else to tag but if im missing something let me know !

sidenote: since the main story did so well in like less then 10 hrs heres a follow up blurb from this story basically a different ending.

not mine

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She had made it to the door leading to the lobby of his floor before she found herself turning back around. She ignored the text message pings coming back to back from her iPhone and His assistant as the young woman called to her as she hastily neared his door. 

YN pushed the door back open and stepped into the room. Andy and Lorie’s heads snapped in her direction. They were standing on opposite sides of his desk. And by Andy’s body language (which she knew well) she could tell the conversation wasn’t going that well. 

YN’s blood was boiling at the sight of Lorie. She was trying to stay civil because this was Andy’s work place but her patience was running thin. If Lorie thought her little remark deflated YN or how she felt about Andy then she was truly mistaken. YN was more then capable of playing this game and reminding a bitch of her place. 

Though Andy never talked about it himself YN had over heard their conversations plenty of times and could hear the way which Lorie spoke to him. Rude, degrading and blameful. Everything was Andy’s fault in Lorie’s eyes, no matter how hard Andy tried. No matter how much respect and kindness he showed her, she never returned it. 

She continued walking into the office as they both watched her. Andy’s face was confused, she didn’t blame him from the beginning she said she didn’t want anything to do with Lorie or to be around her, mainly because her and Andy were just fuck buddies and their situation had nothing to do with her. Hell she didn’t even know the woman’s name until she heard Andy talking to her one the phone one night.

YN bite her lip at Lorie’s shocked expression at the young woman’s sudden intrusion. If she only knew the things YN and Andy had done and where, she’d really have something to be shocked about. The way Andy always eat her pussy like he was a man on death row savoring his last meal, the way she sucked the soul out of Andy whenever she had his heavy cock in her mouth. The way Andy fucked like it was his only job to please her, his large hard thick cock stretching her out. The stamina of a man half his age. 

Lorie was beyond stupid to let Andy go and not try to work things out. Stupid to not fight for Andy. YN decided she wouldn’t be so stupid, even with the doubt creeping in that Andy may not feel the same about her.

“Excuse me! Me and my husband are ta-“

“Mr. Barber! I’m so sorry but I tried to stop her from-“

“Amanda it’s alright, she’s fine” Andy’s loud attorney voice sounded in the room silencing the women. 

“Oh ok” she said quietly as YN glared at her before turning back to Andy, who was walking towards her.

Amanda slowly backed towards the door, as Lorie watched Andy and YN like a hawk. Her face red with anger, disbelief and embarrassment at what she was witnessing. She assumed Andy was sleeping with women especially when he went and got an apartment about 8 months ago, he threw around words like “boundaries” and “personal space”, she just assumed it wasn’t serious. Now she wasn’t so sure.

Lorie’s problem was she thought Andy would was her there, no matter how she treated him.

“Hey, you ok?” He asked quietly. His eyes sincere as his hand grabbed her elbow, his thumb gently caressing it, causing her body to start relaxing automatically. Her doubts of Andy’s lack of feelings for her vanishing almost instantly at his display of affection in front of his “wife” and assistant. Her usual confidence was coming back.

There was that look again she couldn’t shake. That look she tried to deny but told her everything she needed to know.

“Andy are you serious-“ 

“Andy would you like to have dinner with me tonight?” YN asked confidently cutting off Lorie as her eyes never lefts Andy’s surprised one’s.

She knew he wasn’t expecting this, not when they agreed to just be fuck buddies and she never missed the opportunity to remind him. But they couldn’t ignore the pull between them, the chemistry, the admiration. 

Walking away moments before and leaving Andy with Lorie made her feel everything instantly. Everything that she had spent months trying to ignore suddenly consumed her. 

She wanted more then to be just fucking Andrew Barber. 

He pulled her in for a quick passionate kiss. His large hand tilting her head back as his tongue exploring her mouth, Lorie’s gasped could be barely be heard over their groans. 

“I’ll see you at 7 Princess” he answered with a small smile when he finally pulled back for air. 

YN couldn’t stop the smile that broke out on her face or the butterflies that consumed her stomach. 

“It’s a date” she said breathlessly. 

She pulled away and started for the door, hardly sparing Lorie a glance while throwing “Take care Lorie” over her shoulder, emphasizing her name. 

She be damned if she let Lorie hurt Andy again. She didn’t know everything about Andy or where their relationship would go but she knew he deserved better then contentment disguised as love and a weak head game. 

YN planned to turn Andrew Barber’s world upside down in the best way possible. 

[angrythingstarlight]

Choose between being; Mafia!Andy’s right hand or Mafia!Nick’s lawyer

Pairing: Soft!Dark Mafia Nick x Reader

Warnings: Dubcon, fingering, coercion, bad bosses

A/N: I don't know where this came from.

"You're making a big mistake," Andy says, holding the elevator door open with his foot.

Sighing, you adjust your purse over your shoulder and snatch your worn leather briefcase out of his hand.

"So everyone keeps telling me," you dryly intone. When it becomes apparent he's not going to move, you shoulder past him, making your way down the hallway. "I'll take the stairs."

It's been three hours since you sent your resignation in and promptly sent your firm into a tailspin. Not that you were expecting anything less from the uptight pricks you work for.

As of 12pm today you no longer have to deal with Barber and associates. Emphasize on associates.

Andy jogs after you, his long legs easily eating up the distance between the two of you until he's at your side.

"I told you I was going to walk unless you reassigned me to a different case." Turning your head, you give your former boss a sharp look, matching his stare beat for beat, not breaking your stride.

He blinks first.

Typical.

Andy runs his fingers through his hair, a deeply frustrated groan rising from his chest. "You can have a corner office."

You push open the exit door leading to the stairwell. "No."

Your heels clatter on the steps as you descend to the first floor.

"No more weekends."

You go down another flight of stairs, briefly pausing to laugh at that ludicrous offer. Shaking your head, you continue downward.

“You can have my office.”

“No Andy.”

"I'll-" Andy runs ahead of you, turning to face you, the desperation dripping from him makes you cringe, you can smell it rolling off of him, it almost drowns out his cologne. "I'll double your salary."

"Not even remotely tempted," you retort, stepping past him when you reach the final landing, you push open the door with your palm, distant sounds of conversations and bright fluorescent lights from the lobby pouring into the dim stairwell. "Unlike you when I say I'm going to do something, I mean it. Goodbye Barber."

The door slams shut behind you, cutting off his worried good luck.

Closing your apartment door, you lean on the wall, letting your bags fall to the floor and toe off your heels.

Strolling down the hallway, you turn into the dark living room. You're already contemplating new jobs-ones that don't involve negligent bosses and daunting mobsters, hell you might even take the opportunity to move to a new city.

Lost in your thoughts, you don't realize the living room light is on until you're halfway in the room.

"What the fuck," you gasp, taking a step back.

"Ah welcome home," Nick says with a cold smile, livid blue eyes sweeping up your startled body. He leans back in your one decent chair, legs spread like he's sitting on a throne, a glass of bourbon in his hand.

You glance around, eyes widening as you see more men in your small apartment.

Swallowing, you calculate the chances of escaping. It immediately drops to zero when you hear footsteps behind you. Glancing over your shoulder, a lithe blonde in a forest green suit salutes you.

"Mr. Fowler," you breathe out, you ball up your fists to hide the fine tremor running through your hands. "I don't-"

He nonchalantly waves his ring-adorned fingers in the air. "Come here and explain to me why my best lawyer is no longer handling my case."

You hesitate, taking a step backward.

Nick places his glass on the end table, elbows on his knees, fingers steepled. "I don't like to repeat myself." He doesn't raise his voice yet his icy tone seems to resound across the space. "I'm going to give you two choices. We can have this little talk in front of my men or in private."

You look around, heart beating frantically in your chest. "Pr-private."

"Get out." He never takes his eyes off you as the men file out. Footsteps fade. Doors close. The stark silence sends a chill down your spine. He looks at you expectantly and you force yourself forward until you're standing between his legs.

He grabs your waist, shoving you down on top of his large thigh. One large hand curves around your throat while he gently strokes the side of your face with his knuckles. "Imagine my shock and dismay when I have to hear from Andy that my sweet moglie left me days before I’m supposed to go to court."

You should have known that asshole was going to sell you out.

"I had-" The pressure around your throat increases just enough to convey his rage.

"And then I thought to myself, I know why you would quit," he states, his fingers dropping from your face to slide under your skirt, the calloused pad of his thumb finding your clit with ease.

He gazes at you, an unreadable expression forming in his blue eyes while he continues rubbing tight, fast smooth circles. "It's because you must want to work for me personally."

You bite your lip, unsure if the whimper clawing it's way up your throat is because of the sparks of pleasure shooting through you or the prospect of working for the city's most infamous mobster.

He drags your face closer to his, his lips brushing over yours, a smirk stretches across his face. "Don't worry, I'm going to show you all the benefits that come with working for me mia bellissima moglie."

There's something about the way his voice deepens when he switches languages that sets off an alarm in your head. "What does that mean?" You pant, the impeding orgasm making your stomach tense.

He laughs. "You'll find out soon enough."

[junova]

heard you got a boyfriend?

mauds' concept 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — window sex. that's the plot.

pairing 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — boyfriend's dad!andy barber x fem!reader

warnings 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — 18+ only [MINORS DNI] unprotected sex, anal (fem receiving - oral/fingering/penetration), degradation, hair pulling, age gape, reader's in early twenties, andy in early forties, boyfriend's dad!andy, extreme daddy kink, voyeurism, cheating, threesome (mentioned), creampie

author's note 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — lmao so....i was horny and this is the result. also this is the first time i'm writing smut in a year so your girl may be a little rusty. hope you enjoy. <3

wc 𖡼 ︎ִֶָ⁀ ➷ — 1.5k+

“You’re being such a good girl for daddy. Fuck, baby.” You weren’t sure how you were still taking him, his cock nearly splitting you in half.

The rhythm teasingly slow as he fucked into you, but hard enough for you could feel him every time. “So patient tonight, baby. So proud of you babygirl.”

“Just wanna be your good girl, daddy. Just for you.” His meaty hands grabbed your ass as he lifted you off the bathroom counter and carried you into his bedroom.

His cock rubbing against your clit nearly made you scream — you weren’t sure how much more you could take. Andy kept bringing you right to the edge and then ripping it right away.

He chuckled darkly as you let out a pathetic wine as his dick slipped out of you.

You thought he was going to fuck you on his bed, but instead he pressed your naked body against the window, your breasts on display for the entire neighborhood to see and for Jake, your boyfriend — Andy’s son — if he returned with his mother sooner rather than later.

Andy didn’t let you complain for too long as he sunk to his knees, tongue circling your puckered hole. Wrapping his left arm around your stomach, pulling you close to him as he steadied your weight.

Stopping only to spit in your hole, before he was lapping at you like a starved man.

Gripping his hand in yours so you’d have something to hold on as he fucked your ass with his sinful tongue, making you chant his name like a prayer.

Much to his liking, you pushed your ass out even more, nearly begging for him to fuck your glory hole.

“Daddy, it feels so good. Fuck.” God, you knew you should feel just a little bit guilty — letting his father ruin every part his dick could reach — but not when Andy knew could play you like the most beautiful symphony you've ever heard.

He knew what made you tick, all the kinks he seemed to pull out of you, how to fuck you through an orgasm until he had you coming at least two more times, or the way he punished you — blurring the lines between pain and pleasure.

“I bet it does, angel.” He said nothing more he spread your cheeks apart, gripping the skin, before spitting in your hole again — not that you need any more lubricant.

Using his fingers to spread your pussy open, two fingers splitting you open as he thumb toyed with your clit. The moans you released making Andy’s dick twitch in his boxers.

“I need your cock, daddy. I need it so bad.”

God, did you ever.

“I know baby, but daddy’s too big. Have to open you up first, angel.” Slowly, making sure you were comfortable, before he was thrusting his fingers into a rhythm that you your body shaking, tits pressed into the glass as you moaned out.

But it’d been so long since you had an opportunity to fuck him, and it just felt too good — you were so close.

“Baby, please. I need your cock so bad. Need to feel you inside me daddy, I wanna feel you.” He’d been toying with you all night and it seemed Andy would continue to do so.

“You call that begging? Tell me how much you want my fucking cock, angel."

“Daddy, I need you fuck me in the ass with your thick, fat cock. I want you to fill my ass with your cum until I can’t take it anymore.” Before you could take a breather, he shoved his fingers in your mouth making you taste your slick on his fingers.

“Is this what you wanted, angel?” Feeling him slid into your ass, stretching you until it burned, moaning out his name. “Fuck, I could stay here forever. It’s all mine, isn't it my little cockslut?”

“Yes, daddy. Fuck, it’s all yours.” Shifting his hands to your hips massaging them softly, before he was moving, thrusting you into so harshly you weren’t sure how you were even taking him.

All you could hear was the sound of his balls slapping against your ass as he buried himself deeper. Then you saw him, Andy’s neighbor — Ari.

Watching as Andy picked up the speed, thrusting into you at brutal pace, the warning you were trying to give fell flat on your tongue.

Especially with look he was giving you, smirking as he watched you, wondering how your moans sounded as the blissfully fucked our expression wash over you.

Taking your hair by his hand, pulling you until you were arching your back at an unbelievable angle, as you clenched around him. Even more aroused knowing Ari, the sex symbol messiah himself, was watching you.

He enjoyed the view, watching you get pressed up against the window from his front yard — presenting like the divine feminine herself.

You were so close, his pace so brutal as he speared in your hole, dying for you to cum all over his cock.

Then your worst nightmare, Jake and his mom pulled into the driveway as Ari kept his eyes on you.

“Andy, there here, we need to move.” Your voice suddenly finds some clarity. “Not until you come princess.” Pulling your hair even more until you pressed against his chest and he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Come on baby, unless you want him to find out how much of a whore you really are? Is that what you want? Do you want him to see how much you love his daddy’s dick?” His filthy words bringing you closer just as much as cock was.

“I bet you would like that, huh? Have him watch as you fall apart, giving me all you have? Maybe he would even be lucky to see you squirt, he hasn’t been able to do that to you has he? Only daddy can fuck you like the toy you are until you see the stars.” Your ass pushing against him as you clenched around him, hard.

“Fuck angel, you’re close are you? I almost wish he could see this. How you’re so fucking perfect for me. Letting me fuck this ass, letting me fuck you in the shower while you’re begging to come. If I wanted to you’d let me fuck you in front him, wouldn't you?”

Desperately you nodded, begging for a release only he could provide.

“Daddy, I’d let you do whatever.” Panicking as Jake and Laurie funneled out of the car.

“They’re gonna be see me any second, daddy. Please.” You couldn’t be deprived again, you need a release.

“How about Ari? Would you let Ari and I fuck your tight holes, baby? I might even let him come inside you.” It’s all it took, before you were coming undone around him. Hot, white come warming his cock, nearly sending him over the edge.

“You want to suck him off while I fuck you princess?” The promise in his words had your pussy pulsating, screaming out his name.

“Oh, I bet he has a fat, fucking cock. I might even have to get a taste for myself, angel.” God, he wanted to kill you.

“Or maybe I should punish you for not telling Daddy Ari was watching. Maybe I should just let you watch as he fucks my ass, I can only imagine the whines he could pull out of me.”

“Fuck, baby, I want to watch you get fucked, daddy.” Yours words sending Andy over the edge as abused your tight hole, his cum mixing with your own.

“Such a good girl for me, my perfect little angel.” His pace slowing down as he filled you to the brim. You head resting against his shoulder blade as he pulls you out of you and brings you into the bathroom to clean you up, before he puts you in the small dress you were wearing.

“I meant it, baby.” He kissed your lips sweetly, pouring every ounce of his love.

"What, daddy?"

“Ari. He caught us fucking that one night in the car, he’s been wanting to join. Only if you’re okay with it, Angel.” Running your fingers through his hair as he wrapped his hands around your waist.

“Maybe, I’d be into it.” You chucked shyly, burying your face into the crook of his neck — not wine drunk or cock drunk enough to have this conversation.

“Really? Because I’m pretty sure you just came to the idea of it, angel.”

“Shut up, baby.” You kissed his cheek sweetly, before sneaking downstairs before Jake or his mom got suspicious of your absence.